#Airport Gate Greeters

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Airport Gate Greeters | Meet and Greet Airport Services

At its core, meet and greet airport services aim to streamline the journey from curbside to boarding gate, providing travelers with a seamless transition through the various checkpoints and procedures. Whether arriving, departing, or in transit, these services cater to the diverse needs of passengers, offering a range of benefits that elevate the overall travel experience.

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From Completely Different Worlds - William Nylander

The Sweden Chapter - Part Three

For @misshoneyimhome birthday celebration - I hope you enjoy this next part. And no rush with this either - I know you are killing it with your training 👏💞

A/N - so this was to be the final part of the Sweden Chapter but I still have more that I want to write for these two so yeah... I will need to do another part to this.

Just a quick note, that this is 10k words. I really try hard not to release these larger stories as readers are busy, and I totally get that. But I couldn't find a natural break in the story (that was obvious to me anyway) in order to further split this up.

Notes and Warnings - goes without saying - profanity, smut (basic p in v, oral - m receiving). I think that's it.

18+ only please.

Camilla Nylander Altelius stood waiting at the arrivals gate at Stockholm's Arlanda airport with a simple sign with two letters colored on a white foam board: L and G. Her young nieces wanted to make a sign for William's friend, Loren, who was coming to visit him from Toronto.

Although Camilla knew the sign was not necessary since Loren knew what Camilla looked like, she thought it was a sweet gesture from the girls nevertheless.

Despite her typical friendly nature, Camilla stayed off to the side of the other folks who surrounded her while waiting for their respective arrivals. The Nylanders are well-known throughout the city and preferred to blend into the background and remain inconspicuous.

She watched carefully as the passengers from Loren's flight began to trickle through the doors. The number of passengers were many, and there were moments where Camilla had to stand on her toes to try and spot Loren as she walked through.

But as the people who disembarked the plane met their awaiting greeters, Camilla grew nervous as there was no sign of Loren.

After 30 minutes, Camilla texted William to make sure that she was supposed to be on that flight. A panicked William responded straight away, confirming that she had texted him once she was in her seat. It was a direct flight, so there were no connecting flights to miss.

William said he would text her to see if everything was okay.

After calls and texts went unanswered and unread, William and his parents were visibly concerned.

Camilla continued to wait patiently despite the knot that had formed in her stomach.

Close to 45 minutes after the plane had fully disembarked, Loren appeared looking a little tired but incredibly relieved when she saw Camilla there still waiting for her.

Camilla cheekily held up the sign, and Loren hurriedly walked up to her, a mix of joy and appreciation expressed on her face.

The two embraced excitedly, and the chatter between them began while Camilla motioned to take Loren's carry-on.

As they walked, Loren began to profusely apologize and explain the reason why she was held aside.

As she tried to explain, Loren also felt her phone buzzing in her purse with incoming calls.

Camilla saw that Loren was getting a little frazzled and overwhelmed, so she stopped walking, took Loren's hand, and warmly reminded Loren to breathe.

Loren did exactly what Camilla told her. She breathed deeply and managed to squeeze in another apology for the delay. William had told his mother about how considerate Loren was, almost to a fault.

Armed with this knowledge, Camilla joked that William, who she assumed was the one calling Loren's phone incessantly, could wait or else she'd ban him from using it altogether. He still had to listen to his mother, she said.

Loren nodded enthusiastically and replied, "I can hold him while you grab his phone." She looked at Camilla and blushed. "I imagine he's pretty stressed right now."

Camilla nodded and draped her arm around Loren's shoulder as they began walking. "He's just really looking forward to seeing you again. And I can see that you are excited to see him too."

They liked each other instantly, and their connection was almost palpable.

Loren continued to explain that customs had flagged her as entering with a tourist working visa. All the paperwork met the requirements and everything was above board, but the officers wanted to look through her suitcase and ask her questions anyway. They even asked to see some of her content and videos.

"They asked who I was staying with while I'm here—I thought I'd better keep William's name out of this, so I hope it's okay that I said you and Michael… that I'm a family friend?"

I really, really like this girl, Camilla thought.

Camilla chuckled. "It's all actually true. You'll be coming to the lake house to stay with us during your trip, and you are absolutely a family friend."

Camilla exuded beauty and grace. She was warm, caring, and Loren sensed a deep wisdom in her.

Never mind William—Camilla was Loren's new crush.

Camilla and Loren chatted on like old school friends as they rolled Loren's luggage through the bright open space towards the exit to the car park.

Loren's nervous excitement looped throughout her entire body.

Seeing William. Meeting his family. Seeing his home. Greeting his dogs. Going out with his friends.

While Camilla and Loren had been talking and navigating the airport, they seemingly missed several calls from William. Camilla finally heard the chime from her own phone and this time, it was Michael calling her.

Camilla spoke Swedish and then let out a chuckle while rolling her eyes. Loren smiled at her but tried to mind her own business as they stepped on the elevator to go to the 4th level of the car park.

Camilla put her phone back in her purse and smiled at Loren. "A certain someone has been trying to get a hold of us—he's been panicking a little bit. But we're almost there."

Loren took a deep breath and exhaled, placing her hand on her stomach to try and calm the butterflies. Loren's hand was even trembling slightly.

Camilla glanced over sympathetically and put her arm around Loren. She said nothing, but the comfort in her gesture spoke volumes.

When the elevator doors opened, Loren's pulse was racing so fast, she had to grip the handle of her luggage hard as a distraction.

They walked past a large cinder block post, and that's when she saw him. He was leaning up against his SUV, a baseball hat shaded part of his face as he talked to his Dad. The off-season certainly agreed with him. He looked incredible.

Loren's breath caught in her throat as they came within view. William turned and half-jogged, half-sprinted towards Loren.

She let out a little squeal of pure happiness as William pulled her in, hugging her tightly. Her feet left the ground as William's embrace was so strong and exuberant, she almost got lost in the moment and wrapped her legs around him.

William leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. Though his words were muffled, they expressed absolute joy and relief that she was actually there with him. Loren's fingers trailed up the back of his hair as she whispered, "You look amazing. I'm so happy to see you."

After William stabilized her on the ground, Loren looked over to Michael and tried to settle her emotions as she introduced herself. Michael embraced Loren as well, and the two exchanged pleasantries as William put Loren's luggage in the trunk.

Holding the back passenger door open for her, Loren slid onto the seat, unable to quell the smile on her face. William slid in next to her. His cologne must have pheromones in it as the effect it had between her legs was immediate and intense.

If Loren was feeling the heat rising in her panties, William was right there with her. He was thankful that his parents agreed to accompany him, so that he could keep a low profile, yet still be at the airport when Loren arrived.

But God, how he wanted her in that very second. If they were alone, he could have easily found a secluded area, adjusted the back seats, and spent hours pleasuring and exploring her body. From the moment they expressed how much they missed each other in the previous weeks, the anticipation of their reunion was now reaching a fever pitch.

The confined space of the car only seemed to amplify the mounting desire them. Forced to keep the heightening tension at bay, Loren answered more questions about her overall travel experience.

Did she sleep? How was the flight? How was the meal?

As Loren engaged in laughter and further conversation with Michael and Camilla, William remained quiet. He watched her bright and effervescent personality immediately enchant his parents. As the SUV approached the city centre, her excitement overflowed as the beauty of Stockholm was in her line of vision. William leaned in close to Loren, and with their fingers entwined, his thumb caressed hers drawing light circles on her skin.

Every so often, Loren would turn to him, her eyes were alive and sparkled with joy. She radiated pure happiness, and William felt his heart swell with an sense of absolute contentment. The only thing he wished he could change is pressing for her to come sooner.

As they approached a beautiful and ornate stone and brick building, William leaned over an quietly explained that his siblings are waiting for them in his flat. He knew she would be fatigued but he felt it would be best for her start adjusting her body clock to local time, and remain awake until later that evening.

Michael and William unpacked Loren’s luggage and followed her and Camilla up the one flight of stairs to William’s door. Loren smiled at Camilla and took a deep breath. She could empathize with Loren’s nervousness, she felt the same meeting Michael’s enormous family back when they were dating.

Camilla ushered Loren through the front entrance and were first greeted by Pablo and Banksy, both on standing on their hinds legs, clamoring for Loren. She knelt down, scratching and rubbing both dogs while murmuring words of affection against their faces.

William warmly placed his hand on the small of Loren’s back as she stood up, letting her know he’s putting her bags in his bedroom. That felt surreal unto itself.

Then William's siblings approached Loren. Introductions began with his three younger biological sisters, who welcomed her with warm hugs and laughter, playfully teasing William in the process. Michelle, William's half-sister, was slightly more reserved, but she and Loren connected instantly—much like Loren had with Camilla.

Alex was next. He grinned widely and gave Loren a sizeable hug and expressed how great it was she was able to visit. He made a dig or two at William about his golf game and said he looked forward to Loren kicking his ass on the course.

There was only one person who appeared unimpressed by Loren’s arrival. To say she was unenthused would be an understatement.

Alex’s girlfriend, Isla.

Her greeting to Loren was cold and unwelcoming. She barely accepted Loren's offered handshake, and sneered at Loren when she said she was so happy to meet Isla.

After returning to lean against a door jam, she scanned Loren and her attire, she muttered comments under her breath to Alex in Swedish—remarks that were unmistakably snide. Alex scoffed incredulously at his girlfriend’s jeers and ridicule towards his brother’s guest. “Look, be nice. She doesn’t have a lot of money.”

“She had enough to fly here. Oh wait, I bet William had to pay,” Isla said scornfully. “There’s a million girls around here that would suit William so much better than her.”

Alex pulled Isla into a side hug. “Okay, tiger…that’s enough. You don’t know her to say anything like that.”

“Fuck that. Oh shit….she’s going to be coming out with us to Gemma too, isn’t she. Oh god, I don’t want to be stuck with this girl all night, Alex.”

“Isla - c’mon. She came here to see William…not everything is about you,” Alex playfully jabbed.

“Yeah, well - William should have maybe given Margot a chance. Given he fucked her, she thought he might have been interested….. we’d all have so much fun together, and Margot is a way better fit for his lifestyle. If could be him and Margot together tonight at the bar and he can send this one home,” Isla said, flippantly pointing towards Loren.

Isla sipped her drink and watched how everyone was fawning over Loren. They certainly never treated her like this when she and Alex first started dating.

Isla didn’t even realize that she was glaring at Loren, but Loren sure noticed.

As she sat across the room, Loren was baffled and worried at the same time. The exchange between Isla and Loren could not have been much more than 20 seconds and Loren was wondering what the hell she had done to Isla for her not to like her….already. Loren wanted to make a great impression across the board, and Isla in particular, given the boys’ tight knit relationship. It would be a major blow if the two ladies couldn’t find at least some common ground.

She just met you - what the fuck happened that she can’t stand you already? Loren thought as she felt her gut twist.

William's sister, Stephanie, called out to Loren after speaking with Camilla.

"Wait—so Loren, you're going to be working during your vacation? What kind of work is it again? Mom said you were held back after you landed—and the guards went through your stuff?"

William had heard about Loren's brief detainment during the car ride to his place. Once more, he felt pangs of guilt as he reflected on her sacrifices. Loren had just started a new job, and he had practically begged her to visit. The sudden realization of how self-centered his request was began to weigh on his mind.

Since William had implored Loren to visit, he offered to cover not just her expenses, but compensate for her time away from work. And as expected, she refused, having dipped into her Caribbean getaway fund to pay for the flight and time away from work.

A thought nagged at him.

She always seemed to add to his life, while he somehow subtracted from hers.

And yet Loren was interacting effortlessly with his family. Her smile and infectious laughter seemed to help dispel these notions that were infecting his mind.

He had begun to consider that they might be on the precipice of something really amazing with one another, and he silently vowed he would show her the best time in the coming days.

Loren explained the basics of her language vlog, and how her new manager was receptive to her apologetic vacation request. They devised a plan for Loren to do some field work in Stockholm related to those with dual and multiple languages. Getting a tourist working visa was simple due to less stringent requirements for Canadian citizens. They could review the footage upon her return and create a multi-part segment. Her manager even suggested they might reimburse part of the trip if her videos ended up being published.

William's youngest sister, Ella, chimed in, suggesting that since Isla had her own vlog, perhaps she and Loren could collaborate.

Loren looked towards Isla, hoping this could be their common ground. Her smile quickly faded as Isla chuckled, as if the mere idea was utterly absurd.

Loren's personality was highly empathetic—she absorbed energy from those around her. She could often relate to and understand others' feelings deeply, sometimes even adopting their worries as her own.

This is why Isla's demeanor affected Loren to her core. She wasn't used to evoking such a negative response, especially from someone she had been looking forward to meeting.

Loren looked towards Isla again, hoping to find some connection. Her smile faded as Isla chuckled dismissively.

Isla's immediate dislike may have gone unnoticed by most of the group, except for Alex, as she was quite vocal about her disdain for Loren. However, Michelle, the Nylander’s older half-sister, quietly observed Isla's unwarranted behavior. Noticing how Loren's bubbly and personable nature seemed to wilt from her interactions with Isla, Michelle internally resolved to be an additional support to Loren.

Much to William's delight, his family instantly warmed to Loren.

In one moment, he observed his father engrossed in conversation with her, explaining the ins and outs of Swedish culture and cuisine. William heart swelled watching Loren, clearly fascinated with Michael as she listened intently with genuine interest. After Loren was whisked away by the Nylander women, Michael was quick to approach William and tell him how impressed his is with her.

Alex approached his brother and father and the three sat down together and continued to enjoy some drinks and appetizers that had been laid out. Most of the woman had congregated in the kitchen, which was just through an open doorway from the living room. William had a clear line of vision to Loren as she leaned against the countertop, her engagement with the ladies remained effortless.

Alex followed William’s gaze and chuckled at how smitten his brother appeared to be.

“Fuck dude- keep staring,” Alex laughed. “She seems really nice though - fucking banging hot,” he added. Michael sent his second son a disapproving glance.

“I think she’s probably one of the kindest people I know. And yeah - she’s smokin’ but I don’t really even care about that….and neither should you.” William playfully backhanded his brother’s arm.

Michael smirked. He was proud of his boys and how much they loved each other.

Isla’s comments to Alex regarding Loren using William for money remained in his head and Alex decided to cut to the chase. “So - did you have to pay for her trip? You said she’s broke -,”

William was quick to interject. “Bro - I didn’t mean it like that…all I meant is she doesn’t have a lot of money to spend on extras. She works basically three jobs - she’s trying to set herself up so she eventually doesn’t have to work as much later on. I didn’t mean she was broke like that.” William thought for a moment before he continued. “I actually don’t think I have paid for more than a few meals in the time I’ve known her. She’s super fucking stubborn about paying her own way. I actually feel like shit since I asked her to come here. I offered to pay for her flight and she flat out refused. She ended up using money that she was saving up for a winter vacation.”

Alex raised his eyebrows and glanced at his dad. The two were taken aback with what William had revealed. Alex thought maybe if he explained this to Isla, she could back off Loren instead of trying to bulldoze her.

Michael turned to William. “You’ll just have to make sure she has a better time than she would have had she gone away in the winter. Maybe take her somewhere else while she’s here.”

As the men continued their chat, laughter from the kitchen suddenly echoed throughout the room. William watched Loren as she animatedly gestured as she explained something to the group with her special brand of wit. With his interest piqued, he listened in and heard key words of airport, security guard, camera, and the a surprise reference to triple x-rated movies. He smiled to himself and wondered what the hell she was talking about. Whatever it was, she was getting a chorus of laughter from the women.

William loved how Loren just seemed to bring a whole new dynamic to his family and felt himself falling more for Loren by the second.

His mind snapped back from his musings to hear Isla, with her tone bordering on loud, on the phone in the corner of the room. It made him wonder why she seemed to be excluding herself from the rest, but he didn’t spend time worrying about it.

Loren excused herself and headed to the washroom. As she gently closed the door behind her, she leaned against it, taking a deep breath to steadying herself. She felt so exhilarated from the welcome she had received from his family, and just being in William’s presence.

After washing up, she caught sight of her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was losing steam and felt tired, but William and his siblings had plans to take Loren to A Bar Called Gemma, a cozy and popular watering hole in the city.

The prospect of experiencing Stockholm's nightlife and meeting William's old friends both excited and slightly intimidated her. She was eager to see William at home, in a completely different light than Toronto and to understand more about the world he came from. Yet, she was worried now more than ever about making a good impression, especially given the less-than-warm reception from Isla earlier.

Loren heard a soft knock at the door and responded with a quick apology and that she would be out in a moment.

William’s muffled voice sounded on the other side of the door, asking if he could come in for a moment. She opened the door wide enough for William to slip in, undetected.

His hands immediately grasped onto the narrow part of Loren’s waist. “You’re killing me out there y’know,” William said as he brought his lips close to hers. “They can see why I think you’re incredible, and they’re in total agreement.”

Loren pushed thoughts of Isla and her initial reaction out of her mind. This was not the time to mention her noticeable dislike of Loren, as she felt it would stir up unnecessary drama. What mattered to her the was the warm welcome she had received from William's family and the look in his eyes from the moment they were reunited. The Nylander’s approval and enthusiasm meant the world to her, and she resolved to focus on why she was here to begin with. She came to be with William. He wanted her there with him. He invited her so she could experience his world, explore Stockholm and get to know him more as well as the people who were closest to him.

Loren smiled softly, her cheeks flushed and her heart fluttered with William's words and his body pressed against hers. Loren leaned in, closing the distance between them, and brushed her lips against his. The kiss swiftly became deeper and full of need, but remained brief—a silent acknowledgment that they still had company and needed to wait to act on their desires.

William gave Loren’s waist a gentle squeeze before he exited, while Loren waited a few more minutes before she reappeared in the living room.

The dinner which had been previously arranged and now delivered, was a veritable feast from one of Stockholm’s most renowned sushi establishments. The spread before them was wide array of beautifully crafted sushi rolls, sashimi, and other Japanese delicacies artfully presented on platters with decorative embellishments.

The dinner conversations were lively, with laughter echoing through William's flat's open windows and spilling out onto the street below.

Loren found herself thoroughly entertained as she witnessed, on several occasions, William's siblings treated her with lesser-known and rather embarrassing stories from William's teenage years. The accounts ranged from innocent misadventures to moments that everyone cringed in unison before erupting into side-splitting laughter.

As more sake was handed out, the stories began to take a turn towards the more scandalous side of William's youth. Tales of wild parties, questionable decision-making, and narrow escapes from trouble had Loren both shocked and amused. William, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and laughter, finally decided to intervene with a subtle reminder that he had just as much dirt on his siblings. The laughter was an indicator that perhaps William’s defense was flimsy but after some good-natured protests, the siblings conceded defeat – at least for the moment.

Loren began to clean up the plates and utensils but was met with Camilla waving her off from doing anything of the kind, reminding Loren that she was on vacation. Instead, she assembled and instructed the male members of the family to do the clean up.

The women remained in the living room, digesting the smorgasbord of food they had delighted in. Stephanie received a message from a friend who planned to meet their group later at the bar, and called out to William, asking what time he thought they would arrive at.

Another animated discussion ensued as the ladies wanted time to freshen up and have a few more cocktails before the group headed out. Loren asked what the dress code was, trying to visualize what she had packed for the trip. Chelsea had helped select a number of mix-and-match casual, smart casual, and classy clothing options, so Loren felt confident that she should have something that would look nice.

Isla interjected—she had been sitting quietly, messaging and scrolling on her phone in a chair just off to the side of the rest of the women. "I was thinking—it might not be so much fun for Loren, coming out with us tonight. You know, we start drinking and then we forget she doesn't speak Swedish… she won't understand any conversation. She might feel like she doesn't belong."

Loren felt her cheeks burning. Although Isla's sentiment seemed to be born from concern for her, there was a hint of something else in her tone. Language and cultural differences aside, Isla simply did not want Loren around, and she was making that very apparent.

Isla continued, "We cannot spend the night translating everything—you know, it will be hard for her to have fun, or anyone else."

Alex had returned to the room, followed by William. Alex had only heard part of Isla's attempt to dissuade Loren from coming. William had not heard it at all.

Loren watched Alex say something in Swedish to Isla in a low, warning tone. His statement to Isla was just out of earshot of William.

Isla's response was blunt and mocking and undoubtedly was in reference to Loren. Loren then watched William's sisters and their perplexed expressions as they observed the interaction between Alex and Isla.

Isla's tone was becoming slightly louder and more defensive as Michelle began to intervene.

The situation was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and Loren decided to put an end to it.

Glancing across the room at Isla, Loren smiled warmly. "No, you know what—Isla's right. It's going to be really hard for me to keep up with conversations, and I don't want to take away anyone's enjoyment by having to stop and explain things to me."

William was quick to look at Loren first and then over to Isla. His eyes darkened as he tried to piece together what the hell had changed from the moment he left the room. After getting to know Isla over the years, William had grown wary of some of her behaviors. He was heavily suspicious that Loren's change of heart was likely due to something that came out of Isla's mouth.

Before William could object, Michael calmly reminded Isla that virtually everyone there and in their respective friend groups, spoke English well. Isla was quiet, but made a retort under her breath.

Loren once again spoke in a gentle but clear tone. “I understand what Isla is saying - I can imagine that once everyone has a few drinks in them, it’s going to be more natural to slip back into speaking Swedish. And - it has been a super long day. I’ve loved every second of being here but maybe it’s better that I sit out this time and get some rest instead.”

It actually pissed Isla off even more, seeing how agreeable Loren was to concede to her.

William looked defeated and a little shattered. “I could stay back with you - “

Loren shook her head, vehemently but kindly declined. “You have friends coming - I don’t want you to cancel on them, not because of me.” Loren looked at William hopefully. “Before I leave, we can try and carve out some time for a dinner or drinks - a meal sometime with them, maybe?” She looked at William and smiled with appreciation. “I really am ok to stay back here, and I want you to go out and have a great time. I’m totally okay with that - gives me a chance to sleep before you come back home.”

William chuckled lightly as behind Loren’s bright eyes, there was a hint of suggestiveness only discernable to him. She had a point. Ever since her saw her, sleep has been the last thing in his mind so she’d better take the opportunity while it’s there.

“Loren, if you’re okay with it, I’ll stay back with you. We can watch a movie - in English,” Michelle said rather coolly, her eyes briefly glancing towards Isla.

“We can stay for a little longer too, if that’s okay with you, Loren?” Camilla smiled. “I have so many questions, you might be tired of me by the end of the night,” Camilla said with a wink.

Loren flashed a smiled of appreciation to Camilla, Michelle and Michael too. Given the “girl-talk” that might ensue, Loren wasn’t certain if Michael really wanted to stay behind, but he seemed happy and comfortable as he relaxed the in overstuffed plus chair, nursing his sake.

With the evening plans now confirmed, Isla and William’s three younger sisters ventured to a better lit spot in the apartment to reapply and freshen their makeup. Camilla poured herself another glass of wine, leaning into Loren saying Michelle would be driving them home, so she’s decided to indulge a little.

William found a spot next to Loren on the couch. He couldn't shake the unease about leaving her behind, but his heart also swelled seeing how good-natured Loren was in how she handled the situation with Isla. He asked her softly if she was sure about staying in, and he apologized if Isla made her feel unwelcome and excluded. As tight-knit as his family was, that's not how they operate.

William leaned his forehead against her hair, thinking about how he could take her somewhere and just be totally alone with her. For days. His dad was right—he could make it worth her potentially missing out on a sunny vacation in the dead of winter.

But for right now, he breathed in her comforting and light fragrance, quietly telling her he wouldn't be out late.

—

William and his crew arrived exactly on time for their reservation at the bar. Because of the number of Nylander siblings, significant others and the size of his friend group, reservations were always warranted, especially in the cozier cocktail bars like A Bar Called Gemma.

With everyone now assembled and accounted for, the Nylander group accounted for a large portion of the total capacity of the bar. Knowing who they are, the owner and bartenders knew the Nylander’s would keep them busy with many orders throughout the night.

The bar had clustered tables together for their group, allowing everyone to mingle easily. William sat with his longtime friends, Anders and Erik, and their girlfriends. When asked about Loren's absence—with some concern for her well-being—William briefly mentioned he'd explain later, hinting it was related to Alex's girlfriend. However, he emphasized how thrilled he was that Loren had made it to Stockholm and she looked forward to meeting everyone.

Their lively discussions continued as they perused the menu and the myriad of cocktail options.

William bought the first round of drinks for the entire house. Shortly thereafter, trays of flaming monkey heads—containing Gemma's signature cocktails—were distributed to the patrons, elevating the festive energy to new heights. A rollicking "Skål!" echoed through the bar, catching the attention of many passersby outside.

The bar's owner, anticipating a busy night, greeted William and his guests. He thanked William for his generosity with buying the house a round, and offered complimentary snacks to pair with their creative cocktails.

William sipped his drink and cheerfully caught up with his friends, but Loren lingered in the back of his mind. He wasn't worried per se—his parents and Michelle had already taken a clear liking to her. It was simply the fact that she was so close in proximity, yet not by his side.

During a lull in an otherwise entertaining conversation, William excused himself and stepped off to the side, pulling out his phone from his jeans. His initial instinct was to text Loren directly, but he quickly changed his mind, opting to text his dad to ask how everything was going. He admitted to himself he was fishing for some positive feedback about Loren. He was already filled with admiration for her, but he wanted to hear straight-up from his dad what his thoughts were.

His dad's comments did not disappoint. Though the messages were short, Michael's words echoed what William already felt about Loren, and then some. But hearing the same adjectives about Loren being used by his dad, who he felt was also a keen and excellent judge of character, further solidified everything William had seen in her since their first meeting.

With William’s mind at ease after his dad’s final message about taking Pablo and Banksy home with he and Camilla, he heard a light squeal from Isla. He watched as her slender figure quickly slid off the stool and approached the doors where three of her friends awaited her.

William shot a look towards his little brother, who seemed just as surprised with the sudden arrival of the three pretty, young blondes who were part of Isla’s social circle. Included in the trio was Margot, and upon seeing William, she waved and eagerly approached him.

“Heeey, Willy! Good to see you - wow….you’re still so tanned!”

William smiled in acknowledgement and gave Margot a rather non-committal side hug.

Isla pointed at Alex to move stools so her friends could all squeeze in together, which eventually forced a total reconfiguration of the seating arrangement.

Relieved that he remained surrounded by his brother and close friends, William listened to his brother express his relief and excitement about joining William in Toronto this coming season after signing with the Toronto Marlies.

As time ticked on, the ladies in the group had all congregated together and had become a little more boisterous from the many cocktails consumed. Anders and Erik chuckled as they looked on at their dates, astounded at the number of conversations happening simultaneously.

William, however, was lost in thought. The evening had not turned out the way he had planned, and he was on the cusp of just paying everyone's tab so he could leave and go home to Loren. He hadn't had more than 5 minutes alone with her, which were spent in his bathroom, no less.

William's phone buzzed and his pulse jumped, hoping it was Loren texting him, which would help to lighten his mood. Instead, the message was from a couple of tables over—from his sister, Jackie.

J: Did u have sex with Margot when we were away?? 😬

William glanced over at Jackie, wondering where a question like that came from.

J: I need to tell you something but I don't want them to know you heard it from me. Delete these after.

William, not in the mood for cryptic exchanges, texted back asking her to come over and just talk to him.

With a shrug, Jackie made her way over to William's table, where Anders and Erik also sat. Alex had vacated his stool long ago to join Isla, and it was the conversation between those two that Jackie heard what she heard.

Jackie began speaking quietly. “So you slept with Margot?”

Anders and Erik exchanged knowing glances, their smirks widening as they looked over at William. William rolled his eyes at his friends before responding. “Yeah - once…why?”

“Isla didn’t want Loren to come tonight. She was saying to Margot that she needs to take her shot with you - that you and Margot should be dating. Margot suits you better apparently.”

William started to turn to look towards Isla but Jackie quickly snapped at him not to.

“Don’t look over at her. I don’t want her to guess that I’m telling you this stuff.”

Anders and Erik were enthralled with the new saga unfolding. Alex returned to find Jackie in his spot and motioned for her to vacate his stool. Jackie gestured she would in a minute then shoo’d Alex away.

Jackie leaned into William a little more, knowing she had to be quick with her words. “Isla was mocking Loren - she told us she thought she was so fake. She keeps going with really nasty comments about her clothes and how she looks - Michelle heard her and even said something back to her.”

William clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth

Jackie was trying to remember the most important parts as she could not believe what Isla was saying about Loren. "Alex was trying to tell Isla that Loren paid her own way—that she's not using you for money or anything. That pissed Isla off even more. So Isla said to Alex that maybe she should just tell Loren that you fucked her best friend a few weeks ago. She's twisting it around, saying you made it seem like you really liked Margot. So like—you're probably playing both of them. And—that you sleep with every girl that you can get your hands on."

William was caught between a rock and a hard place. He wasn't going to approach Isla as he knew of her confrontational and defensive tendencies, and he wasn't looking to make a scene. The problem was there was truth in Isla's accusations toward William. He had slept with Margot, and he had, in the last couple of years, indulged in the never-ending supply of accessible women.

William looked across at Anders, then Erik, and then to Jackie. His mind was suddenly clouded with a mix of resentment towards Isla and anxiety about hearing she might try to sabotage what he was starting to build with Loren.

Shaking his head, he knew he had to get in front of this situation, bite the bullet, and just be honest with Loren. As far as Margot, he thought his general avoidance for the remainder of her stay in Saint Tropez would have been a clear indicator that their one evening together would remain a singular event. He was going to have to make sure Margot understood that they had no future together.

William rubbed his face with his hands. "Fuck—what a fucking bullshit situation this is." He turned to Jackie and wrapped his arm around her. "Thanks, my spy. I'm glad you told me. Fuck, I don't want to have to explain this shit to Loren," William's tone was full of regret.

Anders looked at William, his face shrouded in concern. "So, the Margot thing… is—did you—is it like a cheating thing—meaning cheating on Loren?"

"Loren and I aren't—dating… like she's not technically my girlfriend. So, no… I don't feel like I cheated on her, not exactly. But I care about her, and I do feel really fucking shitty about it." William shook his head. "On the other hand, the thing with Margot actually pushed me to call Loren. I kind of realized that—I missed talking to her, y'know?"

Erik tossed an ice cube around inside his mouth and then crunched down on it. "Bro—that's a bit messed up. But—I wouldn't put it past Isla to tell Loren—I think she likes to just lob a grenade into the middle of something and watch the chaos. You'd be better off telling Loren yourself and just hope she'll accept it for what it is."

"Yeah, use the Nylander charm that you claim you have," Anders scoffed, teasing his friend.

Jackie's exaggerated roll of the eyes made the men around the table chuckle. "The girls got all the charm. And the looks. And the hair. All the boys have are their appendages that keep getting them into trouble," Jackie said dryly before William feigned putting her in a headlock.

"Are you going to say anything to Isla?" Erik asked, unsure of what he would do in the same situation.

William rubbed his beard, gently at first but then a little more forcefully out of frustration. "Fuck. I want to. But I've heard her and Alex get into it after he's tried to call her out—like posting private shit on TikTok… and man, it's like a fucking war. I'm just more concerned about Loren right now."

One thought remained which he kept to himself. Fuck—here you go again. She comes all this way to see you, and you're going to end up hurting her all over again.

—

William arrived home just after midnight, his social battery completely drained. Save for hum of his climate-control system, his flat was silent and he immediately missed Pablo and Banksy excited greeting.

Entering his bedroom, he saw Loren in his bed, her face slightly illuminated from the street lamps which towered along the sidewalks outside his window. He had seen her in states of exhaustion after long shifts at the group home, lightly snoring and mouth agape. Although he would chuckle at her endearingly comical appearance, he still thought she was ravishing.

Tonight, she looked ethereal, her luminescent tanned skin, dotted with the freckles along her cheekbones, the same ones he had tenderly kissed many times.

He climbed into bed and slid next to her, pressing his lips against her warm skin. With her eyes still closed, she began to smile. In a move so fluid it seemed choreographed, she turned towards him and pulled their bodies together, limbs soon intertwining. The embrace was more than physical. It was a culmination of so many emotions that ran deeper than either of them could find the words for.

For William, it was the reminder that Loren often sensed what he needed before he even knew himself. Her hand that caressed the ridges of his back and shoulder muscles found its way to first his face, and then his hair. She kissed him tenderly under his chin and along his jawline as he pulled her towards him even further. A lazy smile spanned her face as she opened her eyes and absorbed every one of his beautiful facial features.

William slid his body down slightly which allowed him to nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck. Loren wasn’t complaining, but the way in which he held her - it resembled something different.

His lips tickled her neck as he spoke in a low, gravelly tone. “How was tonight? How did everything go?”

He smiled against her skin as he felt her trying to contain her giddiness. “William, I just - holy shit - I cannot begin to tell you how much I love your family. Like - ,” Loren paused, trying slow her mind down so her mouth could catch up with her thoughts. “I guess I see why you are they way you are. I really - I mean, no offense because it would have been amazing to go out with you - but I had such a great time with them here.”

Loren pressed her lips along William’s hairline. “How was the bar? Did you have a fun time?”

He nodded his head slightly. “It was ok. Wished you were there,” he said quietly, lifting his head up to look at her.

William looked like something was weighing on him as Loren studied his weary expression and tired eyes. She stroked his stubble just under his jawline and gave him a reassuring smile. "I know it's late, and I'm not trying to pry, but I'll listen if you want to talk," she said softly.

He looked into her dark eyes, adorned with long thick eyelashes and he wondered how he could possibly shit on Loren’s parade already.

With it being almost 1am, he was still wrestling with one question that he had in his mind for hours.

Does Loren need to know about Margot - tonight?

His silent retort was firm. You cannot drag this on. You cannot spend days with her, have sex with her, and then tell her about Margot.

William hesitated for another moment and then took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m not sure where to begin - and I’m so sorry to even have to tell you this at all, let alone when you’ve basically just gotten here. But - Isla didn’t want you to come tonight, because she invited a friend of hers to see if her and I could make something happen.”

Loren’s insides flinched and her pulse quickened. Her stoic expression belied how her stomach suddenly twisted and her racing mind. Judging from the look of regret on his face, William wasn’t done either.

His crystal blue eyes fell downward to the pendant fixed to the delicate chain around Loren’s neck. “This friend - Isla’s friend - Margot….her and I had sex while she was staying with us in Saint Tropez.”

Loren’s eyes trailed down William’s face as she processed his words. A short breath escaped her mouth as she pictured William in bed with some Nordic stunner. Loren bit her lip and looked away, trying to find something to focus on. So she chose the small, fine hairs on William’s shoulder. She found them oddly comforting.

She listened to William as he explained what he realized about his feelings for her after Margot left his room. It was the shove he needed in order to reach out to her, and having Loren there now means so much to him.

Loren remained silent for a long moment, her fingers that had been tracing patterns on William's skin now lay motionless. The warmth and security that was present just moments before faded quickly. Although she understood his explanation, and all the layers of their situation, she couldn't shake the sharp sting that accompanied his confession.

As the moments passed, a dull ache formed in her chest. William and Loren and what they were - or weren’t - had never been defined. The ambiguity of it all meant there were no boundaries in which either of them had to be accountable to. This arrangement was one that seemed tailor-made for William’s lifestyle, but Loren knew in her heart, it didn’t suit her at all. The gap between having reasonable expectations and their mutual desires now lay before them and was impossible to ignore.

Loren’s eyes reconnected with William’s. Her gaze, which had sparkled with adoration and excitement moments before, was now filled with uncertainty and the internal ache that goes along with it.

William started to apologize again, but Loren interrupted. “Do…you have feelings for Margot? I mean, I know - I appreciate your honesty but I guess I'm a little confused why Margot is the one girl you're telling me about?”

William quickly read between the lines. Loren assumed there had to be other women he's slept with throughout the offseason, and her question to him hit hard, because she wasn’t wrong.

“No, I don’t. I know how this might sound but I guess - I was lonely, or thought I was.” He knew he had to be transparent and honest despite how guarded he could be with his emotions. Loren deserved to hear how he feels about her.

And so he began, hoping he wouldn’t sound too corny or over the top.

“We didn’t spend the night together. I know how this can make me sound…like a player - like someone who just fucks around all the time. But the minute she left my room, you were the only person on my mind. It just hit me - felt like a punch in my stomach…when I realized just how badly I wanted to see you….so I had to message you.”

Loren lay there recalling the night he messaged her weeks ago. She replied back, and soon they were engrossed on a video call. After a few vodka coolers, she didn't remember much of what they spoke about, other than her glasses. He REALLY liked her in glasses. He gave her a certain look that only William could. It was comically frustrating to Loren, how, by just looking at her, the pressure between her legs could immediately be felt. She wasn’t complaining though. She gave herself two hardcore orgasms that night as she pictured him, with that face, fucking her hard.

She stifled a smile and continued to listen intently as William

William didn’t want to push his luck, but he needed to touch Loren. He lightly placed one hand on hers while his thumb stroked hers. “The thing is - the reason I’m telling you about her is Isla. She got it into her head that I should have given Margot more of a chance. I mean, I kind of went off and did my own thing for the rest of the time she was at the villa so I didn’t interact with her much. I don’t know what went on but I guess when Isla found out you were coming, she made this last run at pushing Margot and I together.”

Loren fought the urge to not to roll her eyes at the notion of Isla’s interference, but Jesus. What the fuck.

“So tonight, Isla was pretty drunk and was kind of saying a lot of shit that’s not worth repeating. She thought she might need to tell you about Margot - “

“Fuck - William….how can she dislike me this much already? I mean - I’m not for everyone but Jesus…give me a chance first, then she can hate me all she wants.”

William tried not to chuckle but Loren and her self-deprecation always made him laugh.

“I didn’t mean to sound so ‘why doesn’t she like me’ but - wait …is she going to show up with a fucking pitchfork and run me out of Stockholm all by herself?”

William’s eyes floated across her face and absorbed her exquisite features. “Fuck that - and by the way, you were amazing with how you handled everything. Even with me leaving you here too - I still can’t believe how bad that sounds - I left you here on your first night...”

“I think I had a far better night that you did so I guess...thanks for ditching me…”

William hung his head in mock defeat.

A long silence hung between them before William leaned towards her in a slow and deliberate motion. He lips kissed her softly, almost tentatively as though he was testing the waters between them.

Loren felt unsettled given the information and events that had transpired on her first day in Stockholm. Perhaps she felt this way about William too, as much as she did not want to admit it.

A battle raged in her mind between letting go of her concerns and retreating into self-preservation mode.

William began noticed that Loren’s kiss and touch was less eager, less enthusiastic than usual. He grew anxious with worry that there was far more going on behind the even-keeled front she put up.

William broke from their kiss, his hand slid under the nape of her neck and gently grasped a handful of her hair. He rested his forehead against hers not knowing what to say or do.

“Are you - I mean fuck…this hasn’t gone the way I wanted it to…but are you okay - like okay with me? I hope you’ll forgive me for what’s hap-,”

“William….you haven’t - why are you asking for forgiveness from me?” Loren consoled, while being genuinely perplexed. “You are 100% free to do what you want and be with whomever….I know I’m not anything to you…”

Loren’s eyes grew wide with her poorly chosen words. “Wait, no….that came out wrong….that’s not what I meant….” As soon as she said the words, the dejected look on William’s face nearly shattered her heart. “I’m sorry - I think I’m just super tired…I’m not thinking straight…”

He could see her struggling to stay awake, her eyes looking more bleary with each second. “Okay - yeah…we’ll just leave it. Sleep on it.” William pressed his lips against Loren’s. He wanted to feel her so badly and yet somehow, everything he had hoped for and wanted seemed suspended indefinitely.

Loren fell asleep almost immediately on her back, which prevented William from nestling in behind her as he usually did. He expelled a deep sign, turned onto his stomach and waited until sleep found him.

—

As Loren slowly regained consciousness after a long, much-needed sleep, her eyes gradually focused on the surroundings of William's bedroom. Still on her back, she lay motionless, her gaze fixed on the curtained windows that filtered the bright morning sun. A gentle smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth. The memory of last night's conversation had faded, replaced by a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation for the days ahead.

With little disturbance, she turned onto her side to face William, who remained sleeping on his stomach.

He looked ridiculous and perfect with his matted blonde hair sticking up in all directions against his pillow. His trimmed mustache, which was both polarizing and popular with so many females, was surrounded by stubble which seemed to grow thicker by the minute. His lips were smooshed firmly against the pillow, forcing them to part, allowing light snores to escape.

The longer she gazed at him, the more she could imagine the feeling of him inside her. The blissful intensity of wanting him grew rapidly, and with the decision to go with it and not fight it, she slid out of bed to freshen up.

When she returned to the bed, William had flipped onto his back. His body mostly uncovered and his legs slightly splayed, Loren could see a burgeoning erection tenting his shorts. The images it conjured in her mind made her salivate.

On one hand, she didn't want to disturb his sleep, knowing how much he treasured his rest. But it had been months since she last spent time with him, time which was shrouded with the noise of the playoffs and the team's eventual defeat.

Carefully reentering the bed, William groggily motioned for Loren to come towards him. She gracefully crawled over to him and pleasantly surprised him with soft, open-mouthed kisses on his neck. He groaned as her mouth began to travel further down, across his chest, kissing and tonguing his nipples. Loren slowly climbed on top of him, pressing her throbbing need against his cock.

Looking down at William’s face as he turned to look at her, daylight illuminated the turquoise in his eyes - making him that much more irresistible - and she began lowering her mouth to his.

“Mmm….Loren, I’ve got morning breath - you don’t want that…,” William said, his voice still sounding husky from just waking up. He playfully gave her ass a little squeeze.

Loren smiled as she lowered her mouth once again, this time close to his ear. “Nylander’s don’t get bad breath…” she purred softly.

She kissed a line back towards his mouth. He didn’t stop her this time.

Loren kissed him with a fierce yearning, as months of pent up emotions took the form of intense passion. Her raw display of emotion which she no longer could suppress unleashed a whole new level of desire in William.

With the thin layer on fabric between them wet with arousal, Loren rubbed and grinded her pussy firmly against William’s shaft. He was beyond aroused and worried he might cum far too early, as he desperately wanted to feel her bouncing and grinding hard on his cock. He gripped her ass cheek once again - but something else inside of him took over for a moment and he firmly smacked her ass. Her mouth fell open with a air of surprise, followed by smirk so seductive he had bite the inside of his cheek to try and quell the urge to cum.

William’s arms enveloped Loren as she continued to grind on his cock. “Fuck - Loren - I’m too close…you gotta get on it…I wanna cum inside you,” William groaned desperately.

William released his hold around Loren’s torso and she sat up, fully straddling William. His eyes focused on the puddle mark on her cotton underwear.

He had to bite his cheek again.

She shimmied a little towards his thighs, pulling the waistband of his shorts down. The smile that his exposed cock evoked on Loren’s face was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen.

She slid her own panties off and cast them aside before she fully engulfed his cock in her mouth. She heard William chanting her name - leading to pleas for her to fuck him - that he was dangerously close to cumming.

For William, Loren had always exuded something he had rarely seen before. It was part of the lore in various songs - a demure and elegant woman to the outside world versus a total uninhibited spitfire in the bedroom. She just kept getting better, more confident and somehow remained soft and seductive.

William guided Loren back into position atop him, swiftly aligning himself with her entrance. She eased down his length in one fluid motion, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she adjusted to his impressively thick girth.

William's mouth fell open as Loren's tightness gripped the length of his shaft as she began to ride him. His hands pushed up the thin cotton fabric to expose her bouncing tits—a sight he could never get enough of. Loren moaned loudly as she arched her back, spreading her legs wider as her arousal began to seep down his shaft and drip off his balls.

The sensations were so intense that Loren all but collapsed onto William as he took over bucking his hips, driving hard into her. Her forehead was pressed into the pillow and her breath was hot against William's neck. Wrapping one arm around her waist and snaking the other to lightly grip the back of her neck, he continued to fuck her until her eyes were literally crossed.

William grunted and bucked and soon called out that he was about to cum while gripping Loren's ass hard. As he did, she pushed down and grinded back and forth on his cock, covering her mouth to stifle a shriek as clear fluid shot and sprayed out all over his cock. Seconds later, he pressed his cock deep within her and coated her walls as he twitched and spasmed with each release.

They lay there, still intimately connected in their blissful aftermath, barely able to form coherent thoughts. It seemed the only words either could muster were a breathless "Holy fuck."

After a few more moments, as the euphoria became manageable and Loren regained her ability to form basic sentences, William coaxed her out of bed and into the shower. What could have been a quick 20-minute rinse turned into a leisurely 40-minute affair. They spent most of their time—and the hot water—standing still, exchanging long, delicious kisses while their hands roamed each other's bodies.

This was exactly the kind of start William had hoped for—even better than he could have imagined. He was determined to show Loren the most amazing experiences and give her the time of her life, just as she deserved.

[bobbinacrosstheequator]

And the adventure begins! Thankfully, our Thursday flight out of National Airport wasn’t too early. We met up – amazingly – checking into our flight at the same time! With a bit of time to spare, we (well, Sebbie who missed breakfast) had a bite to eat before boarding. An easy flight to Miami, where we then had a bona fide meal before getting to our gate as the flight was already boarding. Alas, once on the plane, the flight was delayed due to …. lack of a pilot. It seems they scrounged someone up who got us to Guayaquil late, but safe!

Customs and immigration were amazingly easy, and we emerged to the glorious relief of seeing our names on a sign and being whisked away. Our greeter, Dianna, regaled us with a bunch of info and ideas for our day in Guayaquil during the short ride to the Wyndham Hotel. Our room overlooking the Rio Guayas is lovely and totally comfortable.

Last treat of the day (which was March 17 by the time we got to our room), leprechauns left St. Patrick’s Day shamrock cookies in Jillebob’s backpack. Happy St Pat’s Day!!

Thursday, March 16, 2023

[bike42]

Portugal

August 30-31, 2024

I was so excited for this trip, I’d been packed for over a week and was up early in the morning with anticipation! We had a fantastic summer spending more than half our time at our lake home - a wonderful place to kick back and relax. But I was ready for adventure again!

This trip has us a bit more anxious, as there is a lot of unknowns with the Camino portion of this trip. The anxiety was also fueled by probably spending too much time on the Camino Portuguese Facebook page, with discussions on what to pack, which route to take and places to stay. I know physically this walk will be no problem, but the unknown of finding accommodations and food is different than previous adventures!

We had uneventful travel, leaving Madison about 2pm with an upgrade to First Class! Jeff was recognized during the flight for reaching One Million miles with Delta, although many of those were from his Northwest Airlines days (he’s not sure that’s a great accomplishment)!

We had a quick stop in Detroit, then an overnight flight to Amsterdam (splurged for the Delta One lay down seats - wow. I had to wake JT 30 minutes before we landed). We had about 2 hours in Amsterdam, an airport we’re getting to know quite well. Found our departure gate, then backtracked to the KLM lounge for coffee and chocolate croissant, and a bathroom for refreshing and teeth brushing!

It was a 3 hour flight to Lisbon. Probably had caffeine in my coffee though because I didn’t nap much. In Lisbon, we claimed our bags - always happy to see them after a transfer at Amsterdam!! We’d checked a small suitcase with clothes and things for Lisbon, and each checked our backpack wrapped inside Osprey “Airporter” bags to protect them somewhat. At baggage claim we unwrapped our packs as they’re easier to carry as backpacks. Out of customs to the usual throng of greeters offering rides. I’d pre booked a ride to the hotel, forgoing the adventure of figuring out taxis or trains for now. That worked well, and gave us a favorable impression of Lisbon on our ride.

We checked into our hotel, Memmo Principe Real (a Marriott Bonvoy property) about 2pm. We spent some time getting settled, before succumbing to a real nap. By 5, we were in the lobby ready for the hotel sponsored walking tour.

In the lobby, we met Glen and Carol from Colorado also waiting for the tour. We traded travel stories for a bit, and by the time our guide Manuel came, he thought we were all old friends. Manuel also works as a psychologist, and was a great guide. We walked the neighborhood together, with him giving us some history and a general overview of Lisbon and its people. He described the city as “Organized chaos” and said he never gets tired of the view. He pointed out places that tourists go, and places where locals go. In general, he said people here are cynical, and go with the flow. I can’t wait to do our 5-hour tour tomorrow and try to gain a better sense of what that means!

We spent two hours with him, studying buildings, streets, restaurants and bars. We had our first Pastel de Nata, a flakey pastry shell with an egg yolk custard (eggs, crème and sugar). It was heaven on earth, perhaps even better than Pain d’Chocolate (chocolate croissant).

Afterwards, we had a drink at the hotel bar, which then turned into dinner with Glen and Carol. Nice evening, and ready for a good nights sleep!

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[selfescaping]

A newfound availability appeared in my calendar. Took pains for it to be unnoticed, but rather coincidentally, I got a call from what appeared to be a State Department landline. There was a job, a temporary one to be sure. Not much room in the budget, but costs were covered -- was I interested?

In some ways I was thankful for the uncertainty. It was being back in the gig economy, working bad shifts. I had to learn not to waste what I had.

Whether it was a former career or visiting Ann before she moved here, I was used to red-eye flights and empty airports. I was not so used to the deserted concourse in the late afternoon, where there should have been a racetrack.

Tipped the driver and drew a single handbag that could have been a suitcase. Wore a suit, because there was no use wearing anything else. Health-wise, it covered your body and was easy to spray down. Visually, it got you through lines a little faster. Mentally, it made you carry yourself.

But it wouldn’t intimidate anyone, not the ones in charge. At the international gate the main greeter still wore a blue shirt, with a mask and a face shield.

There wasn’t much to say.

[jugandbettsdetectiveagency]

22 (spy) for the prompts!

Spies AU (from a fic idea I’ve always wanted to write but don’t know if I ever will)

“I don’t want to hear it, Agent Jones. This is your assignment and I expect you to follow orders as they’ve been given to you,” General Tate’s voice echoes over the speakers, deep and warm despite the firmness of his tone. Jughead can feel his features rearranging themselves into a slightly less-severe version of the scowl he is wearing as he resists the urge to scuff his shoe against the floor like a chastised child. He can feel the General’s eyes boring into his forehead from the screen, looking down as he is to hide the hurt he knows will be floating to the surface. Hurt that his superior will see straight away.

General Terrance Tate, codename ‘Pop’, had (very fittingly) been something of a paternal figure for Jughead ever since he’d been recruited by the CIA at only seventeen. Well, he supposes that the General that arrested your ganglord father and saved you from a path you were looking for a way off anyway is better than no one. And while he hadn’t exactly been entirely warm to the idea of working for the government at the time, even he has to admit that this job—this life—has saved him in more ways than can be counted. Not the least of which is the man currently shaking his head on screen despairingly.

“Look, son…” Pop begins, steepling his fingers on top of his desk. “I know it’s a little close to home—”

Wrong, Jughead wants to interrupt. It is home. It is almost exactly home. Although, if he were being honest, nothing about it ever felt particularly homey during his youth. Nevertheless, there was something close to sentiment attached to that place that no amount of training could ever get him to shake. But even that still didn’t change the fact that out of all the impossible situations he’d been placed in as an agent, this was the first time he’d wanted to flat out refuse orders.

“—but there’s no denying you’re the best man for the job. You’re familiar with the area, you know the people there.”

“Exactly! I know them, and they know me. The risk of being comprised for this mission surely outweighs the knowledge that I could easily pass onto another agent in a single afternoon,” Jughead half-pleads. He can hear how desperate he sounds, losing his cool in front of his superior and making himself sound like an idiot. He can hear it, but that doesn’t stop him.

“Nevertheless, the higher-ups believe it to be an asset and have chosen you. Therefore, it is you who will be on the plane to Riverdale by six o’clock this evening.” Pop has switched to his official, General voice, and Jughead knows anymore arguing is a lost cause. He has too much respect for the man before him—almost to his detriment.

“Yes, General,” he replies robotically, looking past Pop’s eyes into the pixels of the screen instead.

Pop sighs, a weary exhale, but continues on. “Your partner will meet you once you land at JFK and she’ll give you your brief then.”

That startles him out of his sulk. “Partner?”

“You didn’t think you’d be going in alone, did you? There’s evidence that the Fizzle Rocks supplier for the entire eastern half of the country is operating out of Riverdale. We’d hardly be likely to send you in by yourself.” Jughead feels his face heat. “No, you’ll be working together, and acting as each other’s cover while you’re in town.”

A distant beep sounds from Pop’s end of the line. “That’ll be all.” He pauses, dark eyes searching. “Good luck, Jughead.”

.

.

.

Jughead stumbles through arrivals with the kind of brain fog unique to being on a long flight. Bleary eyes search the gate for any sign of his greeter.

It doesn’t take long to spot JONES, written in neat, bold, block letters, but when he does all remnants of sleep clear immediately.

His eyes follow the hands clutching the poster board, along the arms clad in a powder blue sweater, up towards a prominent chin, appled cheeks, a slick blonde ponytail and— “Betty?”

Time turns itself back a decade in the space of ten seconds. Green eyes blink, once, twice. “Jughead.” Ten years since he’d last heard his name in that voice. “It’s good to see you.” His stomach flips and he’s seventeen again.

Betty Cooper looks exactly as she used to—exactly as she does, in every memory Jughead’s kept of her. Of which there are many. Her hair is a golden blonde, secured tightly in a prim ponytail. Her lips are full, her body slender. She’s wearing a sweater and jeans he could’ve sworn she owned in high school, and her shoulders are pulled back in the way he used to see her do whenever she was approaching a situation with full force. He’s not sure whether the fact that he now appears to be the situation should make him laugh or frown.

The only difference, that Jughead can see, is the smile she’s giving him in greeting. Where once before there was the easy warmth that came with a whole youth of friendship there’s now the guarded, sterile quirk of the mouth that eerily reminds him of Betty’s mother.

With that final thought he’s catapulted back to the present, something cold and uncomfortable in his stomach, and the reminder that a lot has changed since he was seventeen.

“Yeah, you too,” he manages to get out finally, a little crease between her brows alerting him to the fact he’s been quiet too long. “Are you…” He’s not quite sure if coming straight out and asking your old high school crush if she’s a secret agent in the middle of a busy airport follows protocol but, in fairness, the CIA never equipped him for this situation. Jughead swallows thickly. “Are you, um—”

“Your ride?” Betty finishes for him, something else hidden in the look she sends him. “Yes. Follow me.” With that she reaches for the handle of his suitcase and pulls it behind her as she heads for the exit, leaving Jughead to trail dazedly behind.

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“Here’s your brief on the mission.” Betty hands him a thick manila folder seconds after he’s slid into the leather interior of her car. He’s not sure what kind it is, but then again engines were always her thing, not his.

(He’d zoned out most times his dad tried to teach him how to tune an engine or salvage parts from Steve’s junkyard. The promises they’d build a car from scratch faded to nothing by the time Jughead hit puberty and they were distant echoes when everything turned to shit some years later.)

“They’ve really been building their case, huh?” Jughead resists the urge to let out a low whistle as he thumbs through the wedge of documents in his hands. His torso slams back against the seat as Betty hits the gas and merges back onto the road. Quickly his hands have new business, discreetly gripping the shiny black upholstery beneath him, hoping he doesn’t leave nail marks as he watches the speedometer climb higher and higher.

He’s distracted from immanent doom by the quiet snort that comes from his left. “That’s putting it lightly. How much has your General told you about this case?” Jughead thinks she looks away from the road a beat too long to send an arched eyebrow his way, but Betty looks as relaxed as ever behind the wheel.

“Not a lot. It was kind of a last minute assignment.” He shifts uncomfortably. She picks up on it immediately.

“Can’t imagine you were jazzed to be assigned back home?” For a split second Jughead hears something, a softness, around the edges of her words that merges the past with the present in a dizzying cocktail—he resists the urge to physically shake himself out of it. “It might be a lot different than you remember. Have you been back? Since,” she adds.

“No,” Jughead sighs, turning to watch the greenery fly past the window. “Not since.” He stops suddenly, a small laugh escaping him. “And who the hell says ‘jazzed’ anymore?”

If he’s not mistaken, Betty’s smile grows an inch before she stifles it. “All the coolest intelligence agents.” Jughead lets out a proper laugh at that, rewarded with a flash of teeth in return.

“How exactly did that happen?” The question has been burning on the tip of his tongue since he saw her standing at the gate.

“What?”

“This, you, here. The last time we spoke…” Jughead takes a breath. “The last time we spoke you were applying to the Ivy Leagues.”

Betty starts nodding before he’s even finished. “I was. A lot… changed in that year you were gone from Riverdale High.” The silence is deafening in her brief pause, but then it’s gone. “Including my choice of school, and my major. Recruited out of M.I.T my junior year—Engineering.” There’s a hint of pride in her voice, and Jughead can’t blame her.

For the entirety of their high school careers Betty was set on Journalism at somewhere like Brown, Colombia, or Yale. Her parents ran the best (the only) newspaper in town—The Riverdale Register—and it was always assumed that Betty would get her degree and carry on the Cooper legacy.

A thousand more questions threaten to spill from his lips, but Jughead swallows them down. He’s not sure where he would start, or if he even should. It’s not really his place to pry anymore. They haven’t spoken in the better part of a decade, which he supposed negates all friendship privileges from here on out. Technically, they are two agents, thrown together on an assignment, expected to get the job done—nothing more, case close, thank you ma’am.

Jughead blinks rapidly, pulling a hand through his hair. “Impressive.” In the silence that follows Jughead expects Betty to ask her questions: what happened to you? Where did you go? What have you been doing all this time?

Why didn’t you say goodbye?

A part of him believes that she should have the answers—vague, though they might be—now that he knows she’s an agent herself. But the part of him that still thinks to tuck his old grey beanie into the back pocket of his suitcase wonders if Betty’s given as much thought to him as he has to her these past years they’ve spent apart.

He thinks she’s about to begin the interrogation, hearing a deep intake of breath, so he steels his nerve and tries to take the five seconds he has to decide how he’s going to answer. But instead all Betty says is, “You really should get a start on that. There’s a lot you’re going to want to know before we get to Riverdale.”

Jughead glances down at the brief again quickly. It feels like it’s developed a heartbeat while resting on his lap, thumping dully with everything he’s ignored about his hometown in the time he’s been gone. It’s both enticing and repulsing in equal measure, inciting a low hum of nausea in the back of his throat. He tips his head back against the headrest and lets his eyes fall shut.

“I’ll get carsick if I read,” he lies. He knows Betty must see right through him—he’d never make it past basic training if that were the case—but surprisingly she doesn’t push it.

“Okay,” she says quietly. There’s a click and then the muted tones of the radio fill the car. That, along with the drone of the engine and the tiredness from the plane, lulls Jughead into an easy sleep. Right before he passes out, he thinks he hears her singing.

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“Jughead… Juggie, wake up we’re here.” His sleep addled brain can’t quite register the apprehension in her voice when she uses his old nickname, but his stomach does all the work for him, waking dormant butterflies in a flurry.

He inhales sharply, reaching up to rub his eyes. “‘m not asleep.” When Betty blinks into focus she’s smirking disbelievingly.

“Sure you’re not. You know, it was very rookie of you to fall asleep in the presence of an agent you’ve only just met. Who knows what I could have extracted from you in the past hour.”

Jughead’s almost entirely certain that sentence wasn’t supposed to be a turn on, but his body is defying him in all sorts of ways right now. “Nah, I trust you,” he says through a yawn, still dozy. “Known you forever.”

Betty stiffens minutely and it’s enough to catch himself, awake and alert in the next breath. “Right. Well.” She fidgets with something in the backseat, leaning close enough that he can smell the wafts of coconut from her hair. “You better put this on.”

Jughead isn’t entirely listening. He’s looked out the window and realised— “Betty why are we at your old house?” A creeping dread begins to set in. Maybe he should have read the brief on the way after all.

Betty sighs, settling back into her seat. She meets his eyes unwaveringly as she says, “This is our base of operations while we’re here. The CIA bought it after my parents divorced”—that shocks him, and Jughead thinks he should cut in with a condolence or something but she’s powering on—“and modified it for ease and security while we’re here. It seems… more believable to small town people that I’d come back to my family home with my husband.”

To her credit, she looks sheepish.

“Your what?” Jughead splutters, completely forgetting himself. His heart hammers in his chest. Betty holds up the thing she was searching for in the back, silver and glinting between her fingers.

“You should put this on before we get out. Our cover is Mr and Mrs Jones, married three months ago, come to start our family life in Riverdale.” She smiles with some strain.

Fuck.

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Take My Breath Away (Part 3)

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Now that you and Gwil were married, it was time for you to go on your honeymoon. Little did you know, Gwilym had a couple surprises in store.

Warnings: MAJOR FLUFF!

A/N: Since this is now 4 parts, the next one will be the end! Part 4 will contain smut, so you can choose this as your ending if you prefer. There will also be a taglist at the end of this chapter. Please let me know if you’d like to be added!

Whelp, Gwil had successfully ruined a good portion of your wedding dress (thankfully not too much that it couldn’t be fixed at the dry cleaners) in the limo on the way to your hotel. All of your bags were already there, as your parents had made sure earlier. Your flight was basically in the middle of the night, so you were lucky if you’d get more than three hours of sleep. Gwil assured you that you could sleep on the plane, and you were going to hold him to it.

Sure enough, 3AM came way before you wanted it to. Gwil had to carry you down to the car that was picking you up. Honestly,  you didn’t know what you would do without him now. He carried the bags and you to the car, just so you could still try to get some sleep. What a blessing he was, going above and beyond in his husband duties already.

“Are we almost there?” You asked sleepily.

“Almost love. Then we have to get through security. I’ve got our passports though.” He assured you. That woke you up a little more though, that meant you were going internationally. He still wouldn’t tell you where you were going, which you found a little odd. You didn’t like surprises, but Gwil kept telling you it would be okay.

“Can you tell me where we’re going now please?” You asked while in line for security.

“Love, I told you its a surprise. Just let me have this one please?” He replied, looking down at you and kissing your forehead.

“Fineeeeeee…” You said with a yawn. With it being the middle of the night, the line for security wasn’t long at all. Once you got to the gate, you put your head on Gwil’s shoulder to hopefully fall asleep. You woke up to him talking to someone on the phone.

“What does Rami want at this hour?” You asked.

“You have a lot of questions! Rami just wanted to make sure we got to the airport okay. Lucy said hello as well.” He smiled, and you had a funny feeling he had something up his sleeve but you were way too tired to object. You fell asleep again, and Gwil helped you onto the plane. First class gave you some more leg room and more room to sleep.

“Going to sleep honey?” Gwil asked. You just nodded, cuddling into his shoulder once he sat down. He pulled out a script his agent gave him for his next movie, kissing you on the forehead one more time. When you woke up, it was light outside, but you had no idea what time it was. You woke up when you felt the plane land, jolting awake.

“Welcome to Orlando ladies and gentleman! Local time is 9AM, and its a very nice 27 degrees Celcius (*80 degrees Fahrenheit)! Enjoy your stay.” The flight attendant said. NOW you were awake.

“Orlando???” You looked up at Gwil.

“Correct my darling. Can you guess where?” You had a feeling you knew, and you really hoped you were right.

“It’s not my favorite place is it?” You could barely hide your excitement now.

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.” He said with a smirk.

“Gwilym, are we going to Disney World?” You asked as you got off the plane. He nodded with a smile. You almost jumped up and down like a little kid, Disney had always been one of your favorite things ever. On one of your first dates, you made Gwil watch 101 Dalmatians and as soon as it was over he asked if you could watch another one. Honestly, that’s when you knew he was the one.

“We’re staying at the Grand Floridian. You know it?” He asked you. Your mouth almost dropped to the floor. Of course, whenever your parents would bring you as a kid, you had dreamed of staying there. Never did you think you’d actually be able to.

“Shut. Up!” You hit his arm playfully as you got in the car.

“I will not! Only the best for my princess.”  He replied, kissing you right on the lips. You hadn’t been to Disney in a while, on account of moving to England, but the surroundings of Orlando still looked familiar.

“You’re already spoiling me too much.” You told him.

“This isn’t all love. We’re only here for a week, and then we’re going somewhere else.” Your mouth literally dropped to the floor this time. You thought Disney World was already amazing, and you were still going somewhere else?!

“Gwil, what?! What do you mean?”

“We have another destination. Like I said, only the best for my Princess. Get used to it Mrs. Lee.” You loved hearing him say that out loud, it made everything feel so real. The palm trees and purple signs leading to the hotel already made you feel like you were home.

“Welcome home Mr. and Mrs. Lee!” The greeter said when you walked into the hotel. Another cast member was playing piano in the lobby, and you looked around while Gwil checked you in. He came back a few minutes later with your room assignment, and you saw you were in the main building. It was going to be surprise after surprise with Gwil you had a feeling.

“Where to first Y/N?” Gwil asked once you got settled. Your bags would arrive sometime later, but you wanted to go out and explore already.

“Can we go to Magic Kingdom? I want to see the castle!” Gwil smirked, and you already knew it meant another surprise.

“What a great idea Y/N.” You led him to the monorail, already remembering how to get there. When you entered the park, you couldn’t wait to see the castle. It was the best thing to see at the end of the street.

“I believe we need to go to guest services first,” Gwil said and started leading you there. You had no idea how he knew where he was going but he did. Once you walked inside, Mickey Mouse himself and a cast member were right there.

“Hiya pals! I’m Rayla. Welcome to the Magic Kingdom! Are you Gwilym Lee?” She asked.

“That would be me! And this is my wife, Y/N.” He reached out and shook their hand.

“Mickey and I thought we’d give you a little tour of our home today. How does that sound?” You looked at Gwil, and he just smiled. You knew this was his work, but you weren’t going to ruin it for him.

“That sounds amazing! Hi Mickey!” You said, and Gwil just looked at you. He could already tell you were so happy, and that was all that really mattered to him. He watched as you hugged Mickey, and you got excited when he gave Gwil one as well. Soon, the two of you were walking right down Main Street USA with Mickey Mouse and your new friend Rayla. As you walked, Rayla told you different fun facts about the Magic Kingdom.

“Where would you like to go first Gwil and Y/N?” Rayla asked, and Mickey clapped his hands together.

“Can we go to Tomorrowland? I’d love to ride Space Mountain.” You asked.

“Of course! But first, let’s make a quick stop.” Rayla and Mickey led you into one of the stores on Main Street USA, where you saw Minnie Mouse standing with another cast member. Minnie had the matching Bride and Groom mouse ears in her hands and handed them to you and Gwil.

“Minnie wanted to give you two a present!” You looked, and they already had your names and wedding date on the back. You gave Minnie a hug and made Gwil put his on immediately. Of course, he looked adorable, so you put yours on as well.

“Are you enjoying yourself, love?” Gwil asked quietly as you walked towards Tomorrowland.

“I am. I don’t deserve all of this!” You told him.

“Yes you do. Every day for the rest of our lives I’ll be spoiling you. Our kids too.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Kids?” Obviously, you two had talked about it, you just didn’t think it was already on Gwil’s mind.

“One day!” You breathed a sigh of relief.

“I love you silly.” You told him. Mickey heard you and blew you a kiss. Mickey held out his hand,  and you took it. One hand held Mickey’s and one hand held Gwil’s. You walked right onto Space Mountain, and several other rides that day. You couldn’t have had a more perfect day if you tried. Gwil had surprise after surprise for you, and each time you loved him more and more. You never wanted it to end, and then you remembered that you had a whole other week in another destination. At the end of the day, you and Gwil got to watch the fireworks from right in front of the castle.

“This day was perfect. Absolutely perfect.” You said, singing along to the music.

“I couldn’t agree more. There’s one more thing though.” Gwil told you, and started leading you toward the castle once the fireworks were over.

“Gwil the park is closing! We have to go back to the hotel now babe.”

“Not tonight. Tonight we’re staying somewhere else.” He leads you into a back door, and up a set of stairs. You met a cast member at the top, where they opened a door for you. When the door opened, it revealed the Cinderella Castle Suite.

“Gwilym! Stop!” You told him as you saw your overnight bags sitting on the bed. Disney really was a place where magic could happen.

“Thank you.” Gwil thanked the cast member as they left and took you over to the window. You could see everyone leaving the park, and now there were tears in your eyes.

“I told you, only the best for my princess.” Gwil took you in his arms and kissed you passionately. He really meant it, you were his princess. This was only night one, and you couldn’t wait for the rest of your honeymoon.

To be continued...

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Tawdry Pool Girl

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My flight in was smooth for the most part, with the exception of the tight switch in Istanbul. The new airport is large, long, really big  and terminal gate AD1  conservatively measures  1,5 mile from my arrival gate.  A fast pace walk, a needed toilet break, and a 10 minutes allowance to hop into the queue and board the 7:25 to Barcelona. Women, no heels required. 

The shuttle to the hotel was simple enough, the yellow-shirt greeters whisk you to a waiting area for your bus to the City Center. The driver, speaks little English, some maybe, apparently none, ugh who knows and most passengers are dropped a full City block from their hotels. Onset confusion, the American retirees grumble, reluctantly accept their over-sized luggage and wobble away. It’s the cheap ride and packing light comes in handy at these times, thus not an issue for me. 

No matter, I am checked in quickly and the room is lovely, sparse; small, but clean and has most of what I need. Its a green contemporary set up. So low lighting, no fridge and you're expected to reuse towels. Security good, an attended desk and all access points require a plastic fob.

The sign next to my room encourages visitors to walk the stairs, after 30 hours of no sleep, let’s try that tomorrow. I tap my card for the elevator and make my way to the roof top deck. 

Welcoming indeed; panoramic views of the City and azure Mediterranean. Chic stools await me, I belly up to the counter. I eye the local draft, "yes, a pint please". I begin to tell my short tale of my trip to the charming barman; Brit accent, perfect and his name is Barry. Barry the barman.n 

Talking to bar staff is ritual of travel;  a pit stop,  share my tale, then move on. 

Rubenesque, scantly clad, deeply bronzed, brown haired tossed atop her head loosely tied saunters from the pool. Loquacious she blurts tales of London and Britain cheaply inserts  “my dear"... disruptively. She and the barman  share like-kind UK tales, she orders a hard drink and he mentions she had not ordered at all the proceeding day. She makes little sense, just loud flirtatious banter. I notice again how bronze here skin is and her hips so extra curvy and her top of strings, spilling blossoming chest. She bounces back to the pool. 

We resume our benign tale of my travel. The bus, the retirees, instanbul, but our bawdy lady comes for another pop. She's asked to pay, her credit card declines. She suggests just place it on the room. "And your number is? , your name?" Squinting our barman reads the name, she corrects him and mentions the room switched..." he satisfied she orders another and a few after that.”

I had my fill of tapas and beer, head to my room, only to wake 10 hours later.

After my morning activities I return to the deck for wine and snacks. Now my good friend, Barry  is flustering;  he recalls me being present yesterday.

Apparently, our buxom raucous Brit skipped the bill; 36 euros, anothers  room, if ever her room  and credit card shut down, aka bad. A small chase ensues, staff misses her out the door, apparently piggybacking all the security fobs.

Thieves come in curves. 

Thanks for listening!

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