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grandisknight · 3 months ago

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keep a secret, please!

summary: MC has unannounced company one morning in the middle of handling a particular firearm.

tags: canon compliant, light-hearted, conversations, firearms, "MC" as a nameholder, she/her pronouns used

wc: 1.3k | ao3

notes: happy main story update and zayne branch release day!!! i saw simone's gorgeous face and knew immediately she was a girl's girl so this naturally came about ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ / references to sylus' myth pair (relentless conqueror) are made!

dividers from cafekitsune

“No. Way.” A voice punches out their discovery in awed breaths, looking over MC’s shoulder.

“Huh?”

MC thought she could have a moment alone at her desk, comfortably laid in the Alpha Team headquarters. That was usually the case on most days, with the team (more often than not) out on missions or convening at Captain Jenna’s beck and call when an important discovery is made. MC’s gaze quickly scans the room, to find it was just the two of them, and almost lets out a sigh of relief.

The two of them, yes, and an unissued firearm in her possession. The implications alone could send MC into a spiral of how the Association’s rules and regulations would tear her apart—she’d rather not deal with it on such a fine morning.

Though caught red-handed, MC makes an effort to turn in her chair and block the table top view with a tight-lipped smile.

“Simone.”

MC greets with feigned nonchalance to simmer the jump in her beating heart. She eyes her appearance, from the top of her ponytail down to the buttons of her uniform. “What are you doing here?”

It wasn’t that finding her former colleague of the Armament Tech division was unwelcomed—more so, it wasn’t an everyday occurrence in the first place. Only recently did the two become well acquainted after MC’s firearm enhancements and return to Linkon, clicking almost immediately following a fruitful conversation.

“I was going to get something Lead Andrew left at his desk,” Simone answers, though her gaze was anywhere but on MC’s poor acting. Rather, it was ardently glued to the desk space behind her, where the wrinkled corner of a small cloth greeted the eye.

“Oh, well, Captain’s desk is over there—“

“You have the Harrier 700?” Simone blurts out, and it’s only then that MC meets the girl’s gaze. Rounded with excitement and tangible curiosity, the gray orbs reflected MC’s own look of shock at the announcement.

“I… Well,” MC concedes, rubbing her temple in thought to conjure an explanation. To which, she ran to a blank—after all, how could she make excuses around someone whose expertise laid in weaponry modifications? She couldn’t, at least not in these circumstances, and turned to a proposed compromise instead.

“Promise not to tell the Association? I know we’re supposed to keep to the ones they issued.” MC turns back around then, slightly moving over to allow the newfound company a place next to her. Her hands hover above the weapon in thought. “But this one was a particular case, to put it mildly.”

Memories of her time with Sylus quick flash past her mind, and the very rooftop that bared witness to their exchange. That very night in a foreign country, which cemented another pillar in the foundation of their complicated relationship—a ‘mutual use of each other,’ one that simultaneously gives and takes while learning all the same.

“I swear on my beloved railgun this stays between us,” Simone assures. Hip to the desk, she gestures downwards. “And this beauty right here.”

Simone taps the exposed crystal nestled into the barrel, shining in a radiant crimson that resembles the gifter’s gaze. It rings MC back into the present, dispersing the clouds of memory in their recollection.

She resumes her actions prior, taking the wrinkled cloth and delicately wiping between the engravings. She’s careful to dust away the surface, mirroring the care the peculiar crow boss demonstrated during one of their confrontations.

“You recognized the model so quickly,” MC mentions, turning over the heavy model in hand to rinse and repeat.

Simone tilts her head, finger lifted in voiced thought. “It’s such a rare commodity in the market, how could I not? Everyone and their mothers would kill to own one.” She redirects said finger to MC, wiggling playfully and curiosity growing. “How did you manage to snag one of these bad boys, anyhow?”

“A crow’s nest has its treasures,” MC offhandedly remarks. Not wanting to ruffle any more feathers, she puts the cloth aside to change the subject. MC raises the weapon between the two of them in offering, akin to gracing a child with a candy they sought after.

“Go on, I could tell from the moment you spoke up you wanted to take a closer look.”

Simone gasps in gratitude, “Oh, you rock!”

With the grace of cradling a newborn, Simone carefully weighs the renowned firearm and gazes in awe. “Amazing, you don’t even need to modify it… ah, the protocore can go here… these barrels are…” Mumbles under her breath continue, fascinated that the illustrious piece of advanced tech was in her grasp.

It truly was an impressive artifact, on a scale of its own and of greater weight in comparison to the Association’s issued weaponry. An overall hard exterior of onyx was decorated with trims of crimson, bulky to accommodate the powerful pellets within.

MC’s eyes follow every contour of the metal as Simone inspects it—if she looked hard enough, swirls of familiar red and black could be imagined. Fleeting memories once more of the battlefield blink past, an energy storm magnified by resonance and raw ability perfected into every single bullet that rang out. The sensation of fighting with such a relentless conqueror has her heart surging, and her fingers twitch for a brief second.

“This is the real deal,” Simone concludes, thoroughly impressed. Her eyes glimmered with a sense of pride, as if it were one of her own. “My regards go to whoever handled it before you. They know their stuff—say, do you think I could get in touch?”

“He’s—I mean, they’re not much of a day person,” MC catches herself, biting her tongue when his name nearly slips from it. Nope, not today (or ever, possibly) was she going to expose her curious relationship with the Onychinus head. Though he enjoys the company of her colleagues, she wouldn’t hear the end of it with gossip floating about. And she doesn’t get paid enough to deal with more than one headache at a time.

MC nods instead. “I’ll make sure to pass on the regards.”

Simone raises a brow, but doesn’t press the issue further. With a wink and hand sliding the weapon over, a cheery demeanor repaints her face. “If you ever need a touch up or two, you know where to find me.”

Slotting it back into its hidden holster, MC regards her once again with a more relaxed smile. “You’re one of the best,” she spoke earnestly. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

A ring shrills from Simone’s watch then, to which the girl lets out a less than please groan. “Ugh, I forgot Andrew’s waiting on me.” She slides away from the desk space, waving to MC and her steps following behind. “Your secret’s safe with me! I’ll see you for the mission later?”

“Mm. See you then.” MC waves back, watching the girl quickly find the object in question before scowling at her watch—yet another call came through, and her voice faded into the departing hall with a ‘Yeah, yeah. I got it. Relax, won’t you?’

The office space resumed the tranquility from moments ago, specks of light and dust filtering through the air. MC leans back into her chair, mindlessly staring at the high ceiling before his face comes to mind. It had been a while since their last rendezvous, though his presence lingered in conversation today alone.

Faint buzzing shakes a small space of her desk, redirecting her gaze to the caller ID with pursed lips. Speak of the devil. A thumb swipe and press to the ear later, MC answers with, “It’s not like you to be up this early.”

The voice that drips into the receiver is slightly rough around the edges, though laced with a fond chuckle. “That’s a new way of saying good morning, sweetie.”

#love and deepspace #simone #mc #sylus #mild spoilers? though not really #lnds fanfic #lads fic #lnd fic #love and deepspace fic #love and deepspace simone #love and deepspace sylus #lnd sylus #lnd simone #lads sylus #lads simone #grandisknight fics #gklnd

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yukidragon · 2 years ago

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hi, I would like to know how Jack would take care of his sun if he was sick? (Sorry if I misspelled a word in English, I'm not good at English)

You did fine, don’t worry!

If MC was sick, Jack would leap into action. No work for you today, sunshine. No, not even if the boss calls. You’re getting rest and staying in bed.

Jack would no doubt make MC something easy for them to eat, like soup or porridge. He would be at their beck and call, taking care of any chores that need doing around the house, helping them to the bathroom if they need it, and cuddling them if it makes them feel better.

If they needed to be left alone, well, then I suppose Jack would just have to do something to keep himself occupied elsewhere in the apartment and try to be as quiet as possible. Though he would make sure MC knew that he would be nearby if they needed anything.

Where did Jack get this colorful looking bell with a smiley face on it for MC to ring when they need him? The same place he got that spiffy robe of course! Maybe the same place where he got those blueberries for the pancakes.

If MC needs to go to the doctor, Jack will go with them of course. Perhaps they’ll nod off after agreeing to go before they can figure out how to get there and wake up after the appointment is over with whatever prescription they need. In that case, Jack would tell them they dozed off and were pretty out of it during the appointment. But don’t worry, the doctor said that as long as they take their medicine, they’ll get better in no time. He’ll make sure to help MC to remember to take them!

Jack would do everything in his power to take care of MC. Whatever they need, he’ll do for them. It’s what he’s there for after all.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

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plan-d-to-i · 3 years ago

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This fandom is so weird and backwards... MDZS reflects real society classism + standard of being men in power as opposed to women in power vs men in low social standing. Idk why people don’t get what the novel wants to tell you when when we have the English counterpart of these novels (like Pride and Prejudice or other period typical novels with classism and such). Men in power is always gonna be in power, it’s true irl about rich white men in high social standing in the world. People claim YZY is girl boss, but there is Madam Jin who is undermined by her husband having kids from his affairs, Mianmian who doesn’t have position in the clan while during before she died YZY just thrived. And the sect leaders are hypocrites but it’s not really new 🤧🤧

Haha this fandom can definitely be very weird and backwards...esp in the way they use the societal hierarchy established in the novel setting to try to excuse immoral acts, and demand that Wei Wuxian, the moral ideal, just stay in his place; when he’s the mc and the hero of the story precisely because he prioritizes his morality.

But I would add that I think people forget that for all his philandering Jin Guangshan is in fact scared of his wife. Remember he only broke the engagement because JFM brought it up & insisted. Even though he was against it himself he didn't want to piss of his wife.

This engagement had never been the intention of Jin GuangShan. If he wanted to strengthen his sect’s power by a marriage with another sect, the YunmengJiang Sect was neither the only choice nor the best choice. It was only that he had never dared to go against Madame Jin.

He can't stop his philandering but he certainly does his best to hide it and lets JGY get beaten up making up excuses for him when he's off. Madam Jin has a lot of power and renown herself as a cultivator.

Jin GuangShan was the last leader of the LanlingJin Sect, having already passed away. On the topic of this man, one sentence could not tell the whole story. He had a fierce wife from a prominent family and, in fact, he was known for being scared of her.

YanLi gets to give Jin Zixun a talking to and he doesn't take his ire out on her, neither does his little band of assholes, precisely because of her status as jiang cheng's sister and a fav of Madam Jin, and instead goes off on Jin Guangyao because he will always be "the son of a prostitute".

If the one currently saying these words wasn’t Jiang YanLi and instead some random person, Jin ZiXun would probably have come at them with a slap already. His face was almost black, but he kept his mouth shut.

Mianmian who does not have her status has to suffer all sorts of slanderous comments.

YZY gets to do whatever the fuck she wants. She's still called Madam Yu instead of Madam Jiang and lives in a whole separate place w ppl she brought from her own Clan, instead of integrating into JFM's. On the other hand Madam Mo's husband exists at her beck and call:

In the middle of the hall sat a middle aged woman of good complexion, wearing very fine clothing—Lady Mo. Beneath her sat her husband, who had married into her family and thus had lower status than his wife. (Chapter 3)

"Suppressing the bile in her throat, she said to her husband, “Who let him out? Put him back!”

Her husband smiled obsequiously and rose. With a face cast in shadow, he stepped toward Wei Wuxian and prepared to haul him out..." (Chapter 3)

He literally only stands up to her when he's possessed by NMJ's arm:

Following her habit of ordering around her husband, she grabbed him and said, “Call everyone in! Every single person!”

Perhaps shaken by the loss of his only son, he pushed her without warning. Lady Mo toppled to the floor, stunned.

In the past, she hadn’t even needed to touch her husband to make him follow her orders. If she only raised her voice a little, he would do whatever she wanted. But today, he had the temerity to strike back!

All of the servants grew white with terror as they saw Lady Mo’s expression.

There's sexism in this world for sure, but classism is king. Wealth, power and status can trump a lot, and so it manifests itself most strongly against those who are already vulnerable, like A Qing, like the sex workers... But that's just one facet of the novel.

#just like real life #mdzs #answers #Madam Jin #Madam Yu #Jiang YanLi #Madam Mo #Jin guangshan #Wei Wuxian

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heauxplesslydevoted · 4 years ago

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Then & Now (Ethan x MC)

Summary: A particularly difficult case forces Ethan to confront a blast from his past

A/N: This popped into my head and I had too much fun writing it. I will loosely incorporate some of the themes from book 3 and make them better, but this is mostly an AU.

A/N 2: Yes I’m writing another multipart fic while actively ignoring my others. The muses spoke and I had no choice in the matter. Enjoy!

~v~

“Would you like some more coffee, Dr. Ramsey?”

Whatever line he was reading in his textbook blurs as does his vision. Ethan looks up at the face of the newest member of the team, a young resident, Isabelle. He takes the cup, not missing the way her eyes light up as he does so. What is it with residents and their incessant need to kiss-ass and be people pleasers?

“Thank you, Dr. Proctor.”

“Of course! I figured we’d need all the caffeine we could get our hands on with this case.”

Ethan doesn’t respond with words, only offering the young woman a hum in acknowledgement. Instead his eyes land on his coworker, Harper Emery. “Harper, has your team been able to come up with anything new?”

“Nothing,” Harper replies with a resigned sigh.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“I’ve run as many tests, MRIs and CT scans as I could, and none of them came back with anything conclusive. We’re officially back to square one.”

Ethan hasn’t been this stumped in years. A week ago, a patient came to Edenbrook after waking up without being able to feel anything from the waist down. A young, relatively healthy 25 year old with no extraordinary medical history, no recent reports of any TBI, nothing. He assumed with Harper–one of the nation’s greatest neurosurgeons–on the case, that this would be a simple fix.

As painful as it is to admit, he’s wrong.

They’ve gotten nowhere with the case, they’ve made no progress, and to make matters worse, he has Leland Bloom and the board breathing down his neck because it’s been years since the team has spent more than a week on a case, so a week with no news reflects poorly on them—on him, as the team’s leader specifically.

The last member of the team, Tobias, clears his throat. “Did he ever mention getting into a fight? Maybe he took a hit to the head, and just doesn’t want to admit it?”

“Maybe, but like I said, none of the CT scans or MRIs showed me anything out of the norm,” Harper says. “I can always ask him again.”

“That’d be ideal–”

Ethan’s sentence is cut off as the door to their office is thrown open, and in walks Leland. “Hello, team!”

The most senior members of the team stay silent, but Isabelle gives a slight wave. “Hello, Mr. Bloom.”

“Dr. Proctor,” Leland greets in turn. “Nice to know at least one of you has manners.”

Ethan checks the time on his watch. “What are you doing here, Bloom?”

“Last time I checked, I owned this entire building and I didn’t need to ask your permission to be here.”

“We’re nearing midnight,” Ethan adds. “What are you still doing here, and not at home? I’m sure Mrs. Bloom would enjoy seeing you.”

Leland ignores the mention of his wife Caroline, pretending like she wasn’t mentioned at all. “I just stopped by your patient’s room to see how he was doing. And then I decided to drop by to check in with you guys. Are there any updates on the Miller case?”

“I’m not discussing patient information with you,” Ethan says.

“Well, I am your boss.”

“And until you go to medical school, graduate, become a doctor at this hospital, and join in on this case, I don’t have to tell you anything. You may own this hospital, but I do not have to discuss my patients with you.”

“Okay, so you guys have no new information,” Leland concludes.

Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance, this conversation giving him a headache even though it just started. “We were actually in the middle of a brainstorming session before we were interrupted, so if we could have some privacy again, that would be much appreciated.”

Ethan’s tone causes Leland to drop the veneer of kindness, the smile dropping from his face only for a second before he catches it. He looks away and sniffs haughtily. “Fine. I’ll check in with the patient tomorrow for a status update, since it’s clear I won’t be getting it from my employees. Thankfully, his father and I go way back.”

“I can’t stop the patient from divulging his own information.”

Leland glances around the room one more time, his gaze lingering on Ethan a bit longer than it does on the other occupants. “Goodnight, doctors.”

Once Leland leaves, Harper turns towards Ethan. “You act like it would literally kill you to be nice to him.”

“Be nice for what? Bloom thinks we owe him undying loyalty and infinite ass kissing because he bought the hospital. He’s pulled a lot of nonsense since moving into this position, but he’s not worth breaking any laws over. My patients deserve their privacy.”

“And I agree, but the extra hostility isn’t needed. The last thing we need is World War 3 with you and Bloom tearing down the hospital. Just be nice.”

“Okay, are we getting back to work or calling it a night?”

The rest of the team glances around each other. Pulling an all-nighter with Ethan while he’s in a foul mood sounds like a nightmare.

“We’re calling it a night.”

~v~

Ethan ends up falling asleep in the office, finally dozing off around 5 o'clock in the morning, surrounded by a mountain of books and the harsh light of his computer screen. The sleep is short lived though as the sound of his pager wakes him up.

He jumps up with a start, and checks the time on his watch before checking his pager. He only managed to get two hours of sleep, but he can’t dwell on that. The page is a 911 alert to his patient’s room.

“Shit!”

He takes off to the 4th floor where his patient is housed, thankful that the early morning hour means the hospital is not yet flooded with people.

Isabelle, Harper, and a nurse are already in the room when Ethan finally makes it. “What’s going on?”

“He had a seizure,” Harper explains.

“How long did it last?”

“Around 50 seconds. We administered lorazepam into his IV.”

“Could this be a new symptom?” Valencia asks. “Or something else entirely?”

Harper shrugs. “I don’t know, but I’m going to take him down to radiology for another CT scan. Hopefully this next one can actually yield some results.”

Ethan nods. “That sounds like a plan. In the meantime, Dr. Proctor, add seizures onto the list of symptoms to broaden our search criteria. Maybe that’ll help.”

“Gotcha.”

“We’ll reconvene when Tobias comes in and once we get the new CT scans back.”

There’s a knock at the door and Ethan bristles when Leland’s loud voice calls out to him. “Dr. Ramsey, can I speak to you out in the hallway?”

“With all due respect, I’d rather not.”

“It wasn’t a request, doctor. Hallway, now.”

Ethan shoots Harper a look, and she gives him a quick sympathy smile before he and Leland step out into the hallway.

They move a few feet away from the patient’s door, out of earshot before Leland lays into Ethan. “How in the hell is the patient actually managing to get worse under your care?”

The question actually takes Ethan aback. “You can’t possibly be saying his condition is my fault?”

“I’m saying he’s been here for a week now, and he’s no better off than where he was. You don’t have any information to give him or his family. Do you know how many phone calls my assistant has had to field because they want to get him transferred to a different facility?”

“We are giving him the best care possible, Leland. Just because you and his father belong to the same country club or whatever, does not mean there’ll be some instant diagnosis or treatment that he can buy...or steal. We need to do our due diligence.”

Leland is smart enough to know when a dig is being lobbed in his direction. His eyes narrow. “What are you trying to say, Ethan?”

“Exactly what I just did. Besides, why do you have such a vested interest in my team and what we do? I’m sure you have other businesses and people to micromanage these days.”

“You guys don’t make me any money yet remain my biggest cost. The least you can do is be efficient and answer my questions when I ask.”

“And like I told you last night, I know you own this place. You never let me forget it. But you buying this hospital does not mean I am here at your beck and call, now does it mean I have to be governed under anything that isn’t set forth by the American Medical Association. Now, me team is the best this hospital and this city have to offer, so back up and let us do our jobs.”

“You guys are the best?” Leland chuckles humorlessly. “Act like it. Or I’ll find someone else who can.”

The threat causes Ethan to pause. “What does that mean?”

“You heard me loud and clear, Dr. Ramsey. Loud and clear.”

~v~

“You idiot! Why on earth would you get into a fight with Bloom in the middle of a hallway?”

Ethan doesn’t try to school his bored expression as Tobias paces the entire length of the office, huffing and puffing as he does so.

“I didn’t get into a fight with him,” Ethan amends. “It was an exchange of words.”

“A loud exchange of words,” Harper adds. “In front of our patient’s room, might I add.”

“I had plans for this day to be productive, but the minute that man opens his mouth, I just–”

“We get it, you don’t like him,” Tobias interjects.

“Disliking Leland is an understatement.”

Isabelle stays silent, unable to find a good place to cut in, despite having questions. Ethan’s dislike of Leland Bloom is the hospital’s worst kept secret, but the contention has always been passive aggressive at best. And as a second year resident, she doesn’t have any background knowledge on why the relationship is the way that it is.

“I don’t like him either, but you don’t see me needling him in front of the nurse’s station!”

“Sure Leland is...obnoxious at times, but I don’t understand any of it,” Isabelle says, finally speaking up. Ethan looks at her as if he’s just now remembering that she’s been in the room the entire time. “What happened that caused this much animosity?”

Leland’s kidney disease wasn’t a major secret. Most medical personnel that worked at Edenbrook and the larger Boston area remember the huge media blitz, and all of the pomp and circumstance surrounding his hospitalization early last year. And the official story is Leland got a kidney from a family member who wished to keep their identity a secret from the public, and everyone ate it up.

Only a handful of people know the truth. That a few well placed phone calls and dollars exchanged got Leland to the top of the donor list within a day, stealing a second chance from the true person at the top of the list: a 14 year old girl.

“So long as there is breath in my body, Leland Bloom and his ilk will never get an ounce of respect from me, and I’ll just leave it at that,” Ethan says cooly. “And that’s all you need to know, Dr. Proctor.”

“Okay.”

“I’m just saying man, Bloom is petty,” Tobias adds. “Men like him, who think the rest of us should bow at their feet, don’t take kindly to getting told off, especially in public. Underneath the billions is a tiny ass, fragile ego. Can you just keep a low profile and be quiet for the next day or two, so Bloom doesn’t dismantle this team?”

“I’ll be as cordial as Bloom is,” is what Ethan settles upon. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

The only thing that can rival Ethan’s intelligence is his stubbornness. Tobias knows it’s the best he’s going to get out of Ethan, so he relents. “Okay.”

“Good. Now can we get back to work and stop talking about Bloom?”

His team nods and Ethan sighs in relief.. They still have a chance to turn things around and actually have a good day.

They fall into a productive routine, tossing around different theories, sharing research and narrowing down ideas. Too bad that only lasts for about half an hour before there’s a knock at the office door. A few seconds later, Naveen pokes his head in.

Ethan smiles because part of him was expecting Leland to show up again. “Naveen, this is a nice surprise! Don’t tell me you’re ready to get back in the saddle.”

Naveen laughs good-naturedly at his mentee. “Not quite.”

“Well what brings you down here?”

“I wanted to talk to you for a second, Ethan,” Naveen says.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. It’s not about me, it’s work related. Team related news, that I wanted to tell you personally,” Naveen explains, fully entering the office. “Is there any way I could steal you for a few minutes?”

“If it involves the team, I think we can have the conversation here. Is this about my...spirited discussion with Leland?”

“No, it’s about the case you’re working on.”

“Now I know we don’t usually work on cases for this long, and we’re working on it.”

“I know. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Leland has some concerns about how long it’s taking you guys to treat this patient, and he told me that he wants to outsource some extra help to speed things along.”

“No thank you.”

“He’s already made phone calls. I’m just here to give you a heads up about who he picked.”

“A heads up?” Ethan scoffs and rolls his eyes. Who on earth could Leland think of reaching out to that Ethan would need a warning about? “Who is he asking for? Mendoza from MK? Catherine Morgan from Stanford? The Boogeyman?”

“I don’t think I’ve reached Boogeyman levels of infamy. Well, at least not yet.”

The voice makes the hair on the back of Ethan’s neck stand up. It’s a voice he hasn’t heard in close to three years, one that he thought he’d never hear again.

His eyes snap up, locking with the large brown ones staring back at him, and all of the breath leaves his lungs at once. The last time he looked into these eyes, they weren’t full of humor like they are now, but pure fire. His chest constricts, inhaling suddenly the most difficult task in the world.

The entire room goes silent, everyone watching as Ethan and the woman stay locked in their staring contest. Isabelle’s eyes dart back and forth, hoping someone can clue her into what’s going on, but Naveen, Harper and Tobias offer zero assistance.

Isabelle takes the quiet time to appraise the stranger. She’s petite, almost a foot shorter than Ethan even with her sky high Jimmy Choos on. The second thing that catches her attention is the mess of dark curly hair spilling over her shoulders, and the amused smirk on her face, like a cat that got the canary.

The woman breaks eye contact with Ethan to look past his shoulder. “Harper, Tobias, hello. Long time no see.”

When he regains the ability to speak, Ethan grits out, “Naomi, what on earth are you doing here?”

“I got an interesting call from Leland Bloom this morning, saying that the diagnostics team was in dire need of some assistance on a particularly difficult case. Within the hour, his private helicopter was picking me up.”

Ethan takes a sterling’s breath and silently counts to 3 before talking again. “I’m not working with you.”

“You don’t have a choice. Not unless you quit.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Naomi rolls her eyes. “Drama was never a good look on you, darling, I was always better suited for it.” She turns her attention to the young resident gawking at her, turning on her megawatt smile. “You’re new. I don’t know you.”

“Um, n-no you don't. I’m Dr. Isabelle Proctor.”

“Isabelle,” Naomi repeats slowly, letting it roll off of her tongue. “What a pretty name.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m Dr. Naomi Ramsey.”

The last name catches her attention. Her eyes flicker over to Ethan’s face, catching the way his jaw ticks as female Dr. Ramsey talks.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head as I talk, so I’ll clear things up for you right quick,” Naomi continues. “No, the last name thing isn’t a coincidence. I’m Ethan’s ex-wife." She sticks out a hand for Isabelle to shake. "Nice to meet you.”

~v~

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utterlyinevitable · 4 years ago

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Hopeless

Word Count: 2.3k Warning: angst, few curse words, adult themes Summary: This takes place around Chapter 1 in OHSY after Ethan comes back from the stupid Amazon. There’s mentions of MC x Raf and Ethan x Harper.

A/N: The end bits were supposed to be smut but everything I wrote was so damn cringe 😔 . Someone teach me how to write smut pls and thanks.

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Ethan Ramsey was in the cafeteria speaking with Harper, the two attendings grabbing a hot meal for a late-night dinner. They spoke like two old friends, happily and without complications.

Becca watched from her position at the condiment station as he intimately placed his hand on Harper’s lower back and offered to pay for her food. It was a small gesture, but to Becca it was everything. Becca would never have the privilege of these simple moments with him ever again. He made that as clear as a summer’s day during her first shift as a diagnostics fellow a couple mornings ago after his miraculous return from the Amazon by telling her “there is no us”.

The distance. The complications; everything he rattled off as reasons to stop, meant nothing to her. Every time he pushes her away she keeps crawling back like a moth to a flame, never really learning her lesson all the same. Why can’t she stay away from him?

How can he go about his life - doesn’t he feel anything anymore?

To be just colleagues - strictly professional as he put it - how could anything between them be that simple ever again? They’ve seen each other naked. They’ve carried and soothed the burden of the others’ vulnerabilities. Ethan and Rebecca were never simply colleagues. From the moment Ethan Ramsey let himself sign her textbook that first day of intern year they were doomed to be something more.

Her feet stuck to the floor and her eyes transfixed on Harper, Becca couldn’t understand whether she was jealous that she could have him in every way while Becca could never. Or if it was due to the unencumbered attention he could dote on her. Possibly it was a bit of both.

During their time together, Ethan made it unambiguous to Becca that the last two years of the notable attendings’ friendship Harper was his boss and that meant they couldn’t continue their on-off relationship. It’s the same rationale he was using with Becca now, except she and he never actually were together just a few fleeting moments here and there. Aside from those little tidbits of information he never talked about his past with the surgeon. For all Becca knew, now that they were both heads of departments and on the same professional level, they could continue whatever it was they were previously doing. Ethan could easily fall back into the familiar convenience of being with Harper Emery.

He makes staying apart look too easy.

He’s still functioning. He can be in the same room as Becca without his skin crawling. He can continue on with his life as if their intimacy and sleepless nights together had never happened. He makes moving on and being simply colleagues look painlessly uncomplicated.

“Bec, you there?” a muffled voice spoke into her ear.

She was on the phone. In her gripping trance she didn’t realize they were still speaking. Becca came downstairs to grab a sandwich and catch a nap in the on-call room before her date with Rafael in two hours. That’s when she caught the attendings cozily waiting next to one another.

Shaking her head to bring her back from her trance she shakily breathed, “Yeah, can I call you back in 5?”

“Yea sure. Just wanted to let you know I can’t hang out tonight.”

In under five minutes her heart seemed to break twice. “Oh, okay.”

“I’m on call,” there was a trained reassurance in his voice that was meant to soothe her. It didn’t work, but she wouldn’t let him know that. Becca needed his distraction more than ever now, alas work got in the way.

Work always gets in the way.

“That’s okay, Raf. Talk later.”

Being with Rafael Aveiro should have been easy. He was sweet and caring and knew just how to put a smile on her face. He had a supporting family and knew the secrets of this city that only long term locals would know. His embrace was warm and comforting, his kiss was a breath of fresh air. He was the type of boy she should be in love with.

Becca shoved her phone deep into her scrub pocket and removed herself from the sticky position. She scoured the facility floor for an empty room to call hers for the next few hours. If she couldn’t see Raf she might as well distract herself with more cases.

In the abandoned on-call room she felt alone inside, so profoundly alone. She hadn’t felt this low since the day she learned He was leaving. If her current affair can’t comfort her at her every beck and call, what’s she supposed to do now?

Laying on her back and staring up at the metal supports of the empty bunk above, Becca angrily bit into her cucumber sandwich. She replayed the entire cafeteria spectacle over and over again, dissecting every subtle movement she managed to capture.

He’s known Harper forever. They have more in common…

The look of Ethan’s content stature and the way his shoulders rounded as he stood with Harper eats away at her. Sadness moved straight to maddened annoyance. All Becca has wanted to do since she learned of his leaving is punch him. Yell at him. Hold him closer than physically possible and beg him not to leave her again.

Why am I doing this to myself?

She knows why and it hurts like hell.

The truth is she can’t stop thinking about him. She can’t find a moment of peace in this whole damn hospital without thinking of him. Ethan is Edenbrook. And when she closes her eyes at night it’s his baby blues that haunt her - that same passionately ravenous stare the man had all those nights ago that made her feel like she was the only woman in the world who could satisfy him.

This secret has been killing her. The secret she’s been keeping guarded under lock and key, a secret she can’t utter out loud. Her lips and tongue can’t comprehend the weight of those words.

Becca sighed deeply into the abyss of the somber room.

She hated who she had become in just two lonesome months. She wasn’t as confident anymore - everything she has ever known has been challenged and not in the flourishing way she preferred. He made her this way. Desperate for him and hopelessly in… infatuated. Everything was Ethan’s fault. If he wasn’t him then she wouldn’t be feeling this way. If he didn’t bring her into his secret case and take a keen interest in her person as her mentor, then she could have skated through residency as the bright eyed and hopeful girl she once was.

She tightly closed her eyes and groaned as the forbidden words infiltrated her mind.

I love him still.

No. Stop it. You can’t feel this way. It’s just goddamn infatuation.

Logically her mind trailed down another path, trying so desperately to diagnose their situation.

If this godforsaken feeling won’t quit there must be something here. I can’t be the only one to feel it.

Right?

This happened so quickly and died all too soon - is it all in my head? Did I make us up?

Before she knew it the door to the on-call room banged shut behind her and she was on her way to his office. Was he still here?

Of course he was. Ethan never went home these days but she didn’t need to know that. The moment he got back to his apartment - no matter how many times he scheduled a deep cleaner while he was away - every surface reminded him of Rebecca. His bed was missing the petite indent her body left behind, the left side now cold and firmly abandoned. His couch and bar cart called him back to all the conversations they had and every bit of sweet courage they indulged in. His kitchen held all the memories of cases they solved over takeout late into the endless nights. In his master bathroom the walk-in shower brought his mind back to the last place he encouraged her to fall apart in his apartment. Lastly and most bitterly, every window overlooking the restless city mocked him of the most alluring of views he vowed to never cherish again.

Knock.

The dark wooden door to Ethan’s office was locked but she noticed the faint dull light of his lamp under the crack in the door.

He’s there. The thought shocked her slightly and she tried to backtrack. He’s probably asleep.

Knock.

She faintly knocked one last time in blind courage, not really wanting to disturb him. She’s been on the receiving side of his tirades multiple times. Her eyes widened as her mind caught up with her body. This is a futile effort - what do I expect to get from this? What am I doing?

Becca’s left foot pointed down the hall, encouraging her to flee before she caused any more strain on their already fragile relationship.

Mid-turn her right ear caught the sound of shuffling and the lock clicked open. Ethan’s groggy form peering into the fluorescent hall and down at her.

“Rookie?”

It’d been months since she last heard that name. And something flared up deep inside her.

When his bright blue eyes met hers anything and everything she planned to say vanished. All Becca could do was forgive those innocent and befuddled orbs of his. She made the mistake of looking into his eyes - One look and she fell deeper into the endless depths of Ethan Ramsey. Without thinking she forcefully pushed him past the threshold and in one swift movement captured his agape lips between hers. She hoped sleep held onto him so he wouldn’t push her away.

She was wrong. So wrong.

He was wide awake. His eyes wide and lips hungry.

Ethan’s left arm wrapped itself securely around her waist while his right reached past her to slam the door closed, dutifully locking it without letting her go for even a second.

In their small sanctuary he was pulling her closer, his free hand now tangling itself in her hair. Becca’s impatient hands ran along his partially undone dress shirt, noticeably wrinkled from his nap on the couch. She then trailed them down to his chest to the hem, savoring the feeling of the taut muscles underneath, where she noted he wasn’t wearing a belt. Ethan’s hands followed suit and pushed her pristine white coat away. He was carefully caressing her forearm before leveraging one hand on her neck and the other securely on her waist, kneading the fabric from her skirt so that his fingers can dance along the small of her back uninhibited.

He was kissing her back. And temporarily Becca felt hope. For a fraction of an hour she held onto the thought that he wanted them to be together too.

Their hands and mouths were exploring one another in a craze. They were a drug to one another and neither could imagine the symptoms of withdrawal could be this strong.

Ethan lifted her top and discarded it haphazardly, exposing her bralette - the nude and black lace complimented her skin in ways he never dreamed a piece of fabric could have such an effect. He was transfixed for a moment. Her effortless beauty was invariably captivating. Although he’s seen her like this before his astute mind never could quite capture her full essence.

Does he still think he’s better off without me? Becca thought as she watched him ogle her.

She moved closer to pepper sultry kisses along his neck. Her body was pressed flush against his, save for her groin which she purposefully kept a vengeful two centimetres away.

Ethan’s eyes rolled back at her ministrations. With heavy breaths he spoke, “What are you doing to me, Becca?”

Between kisses she muttered, “I can’t help it. You make me this way. I’m hopeless...” -ly in love with you.

“But reliably so.”

The truth is Ethan wanted her just as badly. However he knows full well she’d be better off without him. He’s selfish and rude - an unwelcoming presence to the outside world. Except for Becca - for Rebecca Lao he’d be anything she wanted.

He took her by the chin moving her back up to meet his lonely lips. Right now he didn’t want to think about the past or what awaits them on the other side of the office door. Right now he’s going to let himself - let them - be happy.

Ethan dragged her across the scratchy hospital carpet and over to the aged sofa he spent many solo nights on. Becca responded to his eagerness by straddling him and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt further, letting Ethan come into full view. The electricity that coursed through her veins when their skin touched was like nothing she had ever experienced with anyone else. It was erotic. It was vibrant. It was certainty.

It has and will always be you.

Things change overtime, whether encouraged to or not. No one knows that better than Ethan Ramsey, especially with the unprecedented presence Becca has had on his life. Maybe, just maybe if they gave it enough time they would fall back into pace. This brief moment has been the highlight of the last two months - a regretful reminder that he had thrown this all away.

They’ve spent too much time apart. And tonight he’ll take her anyway that he can. Tonight it’ll be the two of them snuggled up on the couch of his office post-rapture.

Ethan lay across the couch with Becca curled up next to him, the nude and vulnerable pair tried to regulate their breaths after ruining one another in the best possible way. Ethan pressed a lingering kiss to the clammy edge of her forehead, smiling to himself when he noticed the light brown baby hairs began to curl with their heat. He shifted to hold her just a bit tighter. Ethan never wanted to return back to their incompatible reality.

And then there was a determined knock at the door.

“Ethan? I know you’re in there,” Harper’s voice called.

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fluffy-marshmallow-heart · 5 years ago

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20 Seconds of Courage -Part 18

The Elementalists au

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

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Warnings: Discussion of assault, difficult workplace situations (not entirely sure what to classify it as.)

Several days had passed since Jason had attempted to assault Oriana. She wasn’t leaving Beckett’s side. Anytime she did, something always seemed to go wrong, and she didn’t want things to get worse than they already are. She and Beckett were doing well, sharing lots of cuddles and kisses, and today they were headed into the office to talk to both Alex and Michael about the project. Oriana didn’t want anything to do with it anymore, even though Jason had been fired, again. Beckett had made sure of that. He’d also been calling his connections, and getting the word out about him, and that he cannot be trusted. Jason was going to have a very difficult time getting a job.

Sitting nervously in a conference room, Oriana sat right beside her boyfriend, lacing her fingers with his. She furrowed her eyebrows, looking around. The last time she was in here, she couldn’t even remember. Beckett had told her everything they did in here, with her on the table and him on his knees. It was so sexy, and Oriana was actually extremely pissed she couldn’t remember that part. Why can’t she just remember the good?

“It’s okay, Ori.” Beckett murmured in her ear. “We’ll hear them out, and we’ll tell them our decision after.”

She turned her head to look at him. “Beck, you can always stay on, you don’t have to do or not do anything on my account.”

He chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t you know by now, that everything I do, I’m doing for you?”

She felt a blush rise into her cheeks. He was so good with her. So kind, so sweet. Yet he can also be demanding about what he wanted. She loved that about him. There were several sides to this man she was in love with, and she was madly in love with all of them.

“Oriana, Beckett, it’s good to see you both.” Alex walked into the conference room with Michael right on his heels.

“How are you doing?” Michael asked, his voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine.” Oriana stated. “Thanks for asking.”

The two men took seats opposite Beckett and Oriana. Michael spoke first. “Words can’t even describe how I’m feeling towards Jason right now. I’m horrified by these allegations, really, and if there’s anything that myself and Adams Industries can do to make it up to you, please, by all means ask.”

“I don’t think there’s much you can do.” Oriana told him politely. “Beckett and I called this meeting to go over our current project with your company. I’ve thought a lot about this, and I’ve talked it over with Beckett…and I feel I need to be taken off the account.”

“We weren’t sure if you were planning on continuing with Jason, but I feel strongly that Oriana shouldn’t be associated with it any longer. And as her safety is my top concern, I’m afraid I also need to be taken off the project. It’s not something either of us are comfortable with at this time.” Beckett finished, giving Oriana’s hand a squeeze.

Michael’s face immediately turned to stone, and it was as if they were looking at a completely different person. “I’m sorry to hear that. However, we do have a contract with this company, and that includes the two of you in particular. One of you must remain on this project. If you don’t do this, we will be forced to take legal action.” Michael said it without emotion, there was nothing in his eyes. So much for being sorry about what happened.

“Are you kidding?” Beckett asked angrily. “Your colleague drugged her and would have assaulted her if I hadn’t stopped it. And you expect us to continue working with your company? You could all be rapists for all we know.”

“Beckett.” Alex’s voice cut through the air. “I have been in lengthy conversations all week about this, and unfortunately Michael is correct. We’re in a legally binding contract for this.”

“You can’t seriously expect us to…”

“I do, actually. I expect you to put aside emotion and do your jobs."

Michael interrupted him. "There is no physical proof that Jason did anything wrong, nothing happened on company property, and yet he was still fired, mainly to appease you. Or was it you, Beckett, that made sure of that? There is no reason why you can’t continue with this. The problem has been taken care of.”

Beckett glanced at Oriana, whose face was white. He sighed. “Okay…I’ll continue, but she won’t. You said only one of us needs to remain. Assign someone else if you must. There’s not a whole lot left anyway.”

“No.” Michael said. “Oriana has been on this project since conception. She was specifically requested from the beginning. And actually, Mr. Harrington, you’ve been inserting yourself into all kinds of situations you shouldn’t, even become aggressive when unprovoked. I have recommended to my boss, and he agrees, that you will no longer be associated with Adams Industries. Oriana will take over the project alone.”

“You can’t be…”

“It’s true, Beckett. Oriana will head the remainder of this project now. And you will no longer work with her in any capacity. You will empty your joint office of your things and go back to your standard cubicle. Inter-office relationships are officially prohibited as of today.”

“Alex, please.” Oriana’s voice was barely a whisper. “I thought you’d be more understanding. You know what I went through…”

There was a cold laugh. “Once again, there’s no evidence that Jason had anything to do with it. At this time, we can only assume you drugged yourself, in hopes he would do something inappropriate that you could use against him. It wouldn’t be the first time someone did that to their betters. Regardless, Mr. Mulvaney is no longer with the company, so he is no longer a factor.” Michael stood from the table, the kind looking and concerned man who had entered the room was no longer present. Instead, a cold, steely, unfeeling man was in his place.

“That’s our condition. If it’s not followed, then we’ll see you all in court.” He left room, not sparing another glance at the three people still sitting at the table.

“What just happened?” Oriana asked, her voice rising. “Alex. You know me, you know I’d never…”

“Yes, I do. I know you wouldn’t make it up, or do something so insane you could have died just to get someone away from you. That being said, my hands are tied on the matter. Mr. Harrington, you have until the end of the day to get set back up in your old space. There is no more relationship between you two, professionally or other inside this office. Whatever you do in your own time…don’t bring it here.”

Alex stood and strode to the door, pausing. “I’m truly sorry things went this way. I honestly didn’t expect Adams Industries to give us such a hard time. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have either of you working on this anymore. In fact, I would sever ties completely. However, our legal team has told me it’s not possible without serious consequence. The project is almost over. You’ll be done in no time.”

He left the room, shutting the door behind him, as if he knew they would need time to digest what just went on.

Oriana’s eyes brimmed with tears, and she buried herself into Beckett. He held her tightly, rubbing slow circles on her back while her tears spilled over.

“How can I do this by myself?” She sobbed. “God, I really do have to quit.”

“Ori, remember, quitting means Jason wins, and…”

“Oh cut the crap, Beckett. I can’t do this without you.”

“You still have me.” He told her gently. “We live together, remember? I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. If nothing else, we have each other.”

Oriana scoffed. “He just banned our relationship. We’re not even going to be able to talk during the day. And like it or not, most of our time is spent here. At most we’ll have only a couple hours a day together.”

Beckett just held her tighter. “We’ll figure it out. I’m not letting you go. I’ll just…find another way to ensure your safety. I’ll hire a bodyguard.”

She shook her head, pulling back. “I’m done here, Beckett. He can’t sue me personally, just the company. And there’s insurance for that. Alex will be pissed, but…I’m not doing this anymore. I never should have come back the first time.”

“But then you wouldn’t have gotten to know me.”

Oriana placed her hand on his cheek. “Of course I would have. I don’t believe for one second that you would have given up that easily. You stole my phone number, remember? Searched five bars before you got to the right one. Put me on your permanent guest list when all we had done was kiss. We’d still be together, I’m sure of it.”

Beckett couldn’t help but smile at her words.

“I love you, Beck, so incredibly much. But I can’t work here anymore. I just can’t.”

He nodded, sighing. “Okay. I understand. Anyone in your position would probably do the same. Go talk to Alex. I’ll move my things and then I’ll see you later. They’ll have no choice but to keep me on this project, and as soon as it’s done, I’m out of here too. It’s not okay what Alex and Michael are doing.”

“At least this way I can send you naughty pictures all day long.” She joked. “Make sure you know exactly what you’re missing by being here.”

“Like I could ever forget.” He murmured, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. He kissed her sweetly. “I’ll see you at home, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too.” She breathed. “Wish me luck.”

They opened the door to the conference room, Beckett going into his office and Oriana into Alex’s. Several minutes later she left. A couple minutes after that, Alex called him into his office and told him he’s to finish the project alone. Beckett hated not leaving the building with her. He didn’t want her out of his sight. But there’s nothing he can do about that now. His penthouse has layers of security to it. She’ll be perfectly safe.

That’s what he thought, anyway, except Oriana never made it there. He couldn't get a hold of her and when Beckett got home, the penthouse was dark. The security guard told him she never arrived.

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drakewalkerfantasy · 6 years ago

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Flames of yesterday: Chapter 7

Summary: 5 years ago they made a mistake. They were two broken men drinking away their love life issues, and one girl trying to help a friend. What the night leaves them with are two broken hearts and one nearly broken friendship. 5 years later, two are still broken and another one fixed. But what happens when they all meet again? Will it open old wounds and bring all the their insecurities rushing back? Or will it mend the two hearts still looking for warmth, unable to find it after their parting?

Words: 3653

Authors notes: A crossover of Open Heart and the Elementalists, a collaboration series by @drakewalkerfantasy and @fluffy-marshmallow-heart

Ethan x OH MC (Diana)

Beckett x TE MC (Oriana)

**Warnings: mention of death**

Back at the Harrington’s, Oriana poured three glasses of iced tea and went back to their dining table. She passed two glasses to Beckett and Diana and kept the third for herself. The room was quiet.

“So.” Oriana started. “This awkwardness sucks. I don’t know why we really haven’t discussed all this before, I guess there was no real reason to hash everything out since the two of you always said there was nothing between you.”

“But there’s not…” Diana started

“I know there isn’t.” Oriana cut in. “I know. But I do have questions. I guess they’ve always been in the back of my mind, but I was always afraid to ask. I’m not afraid anymore. In six months I’m giving birth, and I need both of you. This craziness needs to stop. Now.”

Both Diana and Beckett nodded.

“Ask away.” Beckett said quietly.

“Well…first…you’ve known each other forever. I don’t have to tell you how popular the best friends to lovers trope is. You claim you never had romantic feelings towards each other. Why not?”

Beckett swallowed. He knew his wife well and knew the things she would ask would not be easy to answer.

“Well…” He started slowly.

“You know I never knew my father. And my mom was good friends with Beckett’s mom, and my adoptive mother. When my mom moved us closer when I was little, Beckett and I would have play dates. He was always so shy. But he was also fiercely protective. He always had my back.”

“And you had mine.” He added.

“So, as we grew, he tended to focus on his studies and me…well…I focused on boys. I can’t even tell you how many times he covered for me, made excuses for why I stayed out past curfew…”

“Yes, yes, I know this.” Oriana said impatiently. “Doesn’t answer my question.”

“He would literally lecture me about everything. And I started viewing him as an older brother because of that.”

“And I thought of her like my sister, like she was my responsibility, that I needed to keep her safe from all her bad decisions. After her mom died…it was basically one bad decision after another.”

“The only thing keeping me grounded was Beckett. I don’t know where I’d be if not for him.” Diana reached across the table for Beckett’s hand, but he shook his head slightly as Oriana’s eyes bore into them.

“What’s with the sudden hand holding?” She asked

“It’s just…friendly affection.” Beckett assured.

“I’ve known both of you for five years and I’ve never seen it until now. In fact, you were always pretty careful to avoid prolonged physical contact. What changed?”

“Ethan.” Diana said immediately. “When we were teenagers and I dated yet another loser, when we’d break up, Beckett would never say ‘I told you so’, even though he probably should have. Instead, we would just curl up on one of our couches, he’d hold my hand and just listen to me cry over what a fool I was. It happened a lot.”

“It was practically a ritual.” Beckett joked lightly.

“Alright…” Oriana said slowly. “Then how did you end up sleeping together? And why only the one time? Or were there more times I don’t know about?”

Both Beckett and Diana shook their heads vehemently. “Just the one time.”

The two friends glanced at each other, unsure what to say. Finally, Diana started speaking. “Beckett had a really rough day. He’d seen…” She trailed off. Almost the whole reason they even slept together was because he was upset over Oriana, even though they didn’t even know each other.

“He’d seen some upsetting things. Eventually it got to him. I convinced him to go to the club that night with me.”

“We drank a lot.” Beckett began. “And I mean a lot. And it was so hot in the club, it was crowded so we were dancing close together and before I even realized it…I was nuzzling her neck. The lights, the beat, the heat…it was…and then…” He looked back at Diana helplessly.

She nodded grimly. “I saw Ethan. I wanted him. I wanted to know him. But I was there with Beckett, I couldn’t just abandon my friend so…I convinced him to…” She rubbed the of her neck nervously. “I just convinced him to.”

“I see.” Oriana said weakly.

“And then he stopped talking to me.” Diana whispered, her eyes welling with tears. “He avoided me at every turn. He wouldn’t return my calls or my messages.”

Oriana turned to Beckett. “Why? You’d slept together, you could’ve done it again. I can tell by your expressions that it was…enjoyable.” She croaked out. “Hell, it would have been easy to do it again I bet.” She turned her gaze to Diana. “Right?”

“No.” He replied.

“Definitely not.” Diana agreed.

Beckett met Diana’s eyes before turning back to his wife. “It was a mistake. It never should have happened. But it did, Ori, and that’s not something that can be changed. And if it hadn’t happened, if we hadn’t stopped speaking…would Diana have ever approached you? She approached you. For me. If Diana were in love with me, why would she do that? And if I were in love with her, why would I have avoided her and then gone out with you?”

“I guess…” Oriana started.

“I had sex with Ethan twice.” Diana blurted out, both Oriana and Beckett’s eyes widening at her outburst.

“Twice?” Oriana asked, confused. “But…”

“When Beckett was asleep, Ethan got in the shower. I joined him. And God, Ori, it was so…so…life changing. I didn’t know what true romantic intimacy was until then. When I woke up and he was gone I was devastated. And then when Beck said he didn’t know how to be my friend…I just…broke. And yet, even though he couldn’t be around me…he still kept a protective eye on me. Because that’s the kind of man he is. Once I realized that, I knew what to do.”

“You came to me.” Oriana finished.

“I did.”

“Why me?” Oriana asked.

Diana chuckled. “I’ve known Beckett almost my entire life. I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looked, still looks, at you. You’re his world. You were his world before you even knew who he was. That one taste of love I had in that shower with Ethan…if there was even a chance my best friend could feel that…I had to try. For him. For our friendship.”

Oriana turned to her husband. “Did you know? About them and the shower?”

“She told me.” Beckett confirmed. “I was asleep.”

Oriana sighed, running a hand through her blonde locks. “Then why would you even try to come between them now? Why interrupt when they were about to kiss?”

“I already told you why.” Beckett responded.

“You didn’t tell me. I’m curious too. Why didn’t you leave us alone?” Diana asked.

Beckett shifted his eyes back to his friend. “I don’t want you hurt. Last time you completely lost yourself. It was simply terrible to witness. And although I was part of the problem…you’ve never fully trusted anyone since. He’s your boss, Di. He can literally make or break your career. He could hurt you again. And this time there would be more consequences. You could lose your medical license.”

“I checked, there’s actually no policy about a superior getting involved with another employee. This time he has nowhere to run. This time he has to deal with me.”

“He could still get you kicked out.” Beckett snapped.

“I think I love Ethan.” Diana confessed. “I think I always have. I think that’s why I even got in that shower, and when he looked at me…the way he looked at me. I recognized that look. It was the same one you had whenever Oriana was around. Like there was no one else in the entire world.”

“You don’t even know him, it’s not possible to already be in love.” Beckett argued.

“If memory serves me right, you barely knew Oriana and you were already head over heels for her, since the first time you saw her. And I never questioned that, I supported it. How many times did I tell you to just go introduce yourself? I approached Ori because I knew you never would. Because I know you. Because you’re my brother. So is it really so much to ask for your support now?”

“I just don’t think…”

“I get it brings up some shit for you. I do. I really do, I mean look at the three of us. Sitting around, hashing shit out that happened years ago. But it was years ago. If it was anyone other than Ethan, would you be acting this way?” Diana asked.

“I don’t know.” Beckett muttered.

“It’s awkward for you. I completely understand. You saw the guy naked. But Beckett, this is my life. You already found your happiness, your family. Don’t I deserve that too?” A single tear rolled down Diana’s face.

“Of course.” He said quietly.

“All I want is for you to just stop judging and assuming for two minutes and give him a chance. He’s a good person. A brilliant doctor. You’re supposed to be my best friend; can’t you do this one thing for me?”

“Di…” Oriana said gently, reaching across the table and squeezing Diana’s hand. “I hope you know I consider you a best friend as well.”

Diana smiled. “I do. And you’re mine too. But he’s my brother. I know you’re on my side…but I need him to be too.”

Both girls looked at Beckett as his cheeks turned pink. His slid both his hands across the table, take Oriana’s in one and Diana’s in the other, so the three of them were connected. “You two are going to be the death of me. I’ll…try. I really will.”

“I’ll make sure he does. You let me know if he gets out of line.” Oriana winked at Diana, who let out a laugh, and for the first time in over a week she actually feels like everything is going to be okay.

After completing morning rounds Diana went straight toward cafeteria. She felt more tired than usual and she needed a cup of coffee to survive the first day back at work. Since the baseball game on Saturday she didn’t have a single night of uninterrupted sleep. Waking up in the middle of the night, tossing and turning she lay wide awake far into it. And every time her eyelids closed, the ocean blue eyes taunted her, piercing through her soul. Just inches away, storming with hidden emotions she couldn’t allow herself to dream of. And as soon as she would finally fall asleep she could feel the warmth of Ethan’s arms wrapped securely around her. Watching the same dream over and over again. Feeling broken and tired the next morning as though she had no sleep at all. And today was no different. She went down the halls not paying much attention to anyone, her minds railing with the flashes of her dream.

She could feel herself running toward Ethan after he saved her, after the shock and paralyzing fear receded. She could feel his strong arms protectively wrapped around her, pressing her closer to his body. Feeling how his muscles rippled under her touch and how his heart was thundering. Feeling the hot tears streaming down her face, listening to his voice calming and soothing. And when their eyes met it seemed that everything stopped existing and once again she was drowning in his deep blue eyes, feeling the desperate need for air…except he’s her oxygen.

She was pulled from her thoughts abruptly, hearing a familiar voice call out for her.

“Diana,” Beckett called, striding towards her. “Where are you heading?”

“To the cafeteria. Want to join me?” A small smile touching her lips, shaking herself from her thoughts of Ethan and instead turning them to how grateful she was for the conversation he had with Beckett and his wife over the weekend.

“You know that after trying what coffee they serve here once on our first day, I swore never to drink it again, but…” his voice trailed off awkwardly meeting her eyes. “But Ori and I found a small cafe a few blocks from here. They serve quite decent coffee.”

“Wow. A ringing endorsement.” She joked. “Does that mean you will join me?”

“My next operation is in an hour. I planned to study some books to renew my knowledge on the subject. But I guess…”

“You guess that you can spare some time to your best friend… Right?” Diana looked at him pleadingly, “Please, Beckett! You know I can barely function without coffee… and this excuse of a coffee doesn’t wake me up. Besides, you already know everything anyway. Please…”

“Okay. Yes, a good coffee sounds great.”

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” she jumped up and down excitedly, making Beckett roll his eyes before smiling at Diana.

After a short walk, the two friends stepped inside a small café just few blocks from Edenbrook Hospital. Once inside they were greeted by the pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee that made Diana almost purr in contentment. She looked around noting that there was still an empty table in the far corner. Walking towards the counter Beckett turned around, noticing that Diana stood frozen near the door.

“Di, are you coming?” the young man’s voice rang through the quiet café oblivious to the effect his voice made on another patron. Following Diana’s eyes, his own landed on the man at the counter. Stiffening he threw a questioning look at Diana, waiting for her decision. After a moment of hesitation, she finally took a step forward joining both men at the counter.

Taking a deep breath, she greeted the man, smiling shyly at him feeling how her pulse quickened, “Good morning, Dr. Ramsey.” she murmured, tentatively approaching him.

“Good morning, Dr. Haynes,” he replied, throwing a quick glance at her before turning his head toward Beckett. “Dr. Harrington.”

“Dr. Ramsey…” Beckett replied, clearing his throat. “It’s good that we ran into you. I should probably thank you for what you did on Saturday for Diana. I will not question why…”

“Beckett!” exclaimed Diana, her eyes sparkled dangerously.

Taking a deep breath, Beckett continued, still not completely convinced that he wasn’t right in not trusting this man. “If not for you…” his voice trailed off and the worry line cut through his forehead. “Thank you for standing up for Diana, and I should also probably apologize for my behaviour and jumping to conclusions. It was wrong of me to assume you would hurt Di.” At least this time… he thought not letting go of Ethan’s gaze.

“I’m glad I was in the right place at the right time. And I’m glad Diana…” he gulped feeling how her name rolled from his tongue so naturally but correcting himself immediately. “Dr. Haynes is safe now.”

“Thank you. I…,” Dianna started before being interrupted by the barista arriving to take their orders.

“Oh, Dr. Ramsey long time not seen.” bubbled the young girl glancing at Diana appraisingly before her lips curled in a smirk, “Vienna as usually?” Ethan gave a sharp nod.

Watching this random girl flirt heavily with Ethan made Beckett roll his eyes before finally stepping forward to place their order.

“Can I have two Americano…,” He began before getting interrupted.

“Can I make a suggestion?” tentatively asks Ethan, his eyes meeting Diana’s.

“Not that we asked you to,” mumbled Beckett quietly, feeling how Diana’s heel connected with his foot making him to wince in pain. And she hissed just for him to hear. “Play… nice.”

“Well… you can, if you’d like.” replied Beckett politely, after clearing his throat, giving Diana a pointed look.

Ethan patiently waited before finally moving his eyes from Beckett to Diana. His deep blue eyes surveying her for a moment, throwing a quick glance toward Beckett before turning back to barista. “She will have Espresso Romano and he… I guess black Americano will suffice. Right?”

Beckett huffed. “See, even he thinks Americano’s are excellent enough to recommend,” he nodded towards Ethan. Diana coughs to stifle a laugh, meeting Ethan’s smiling gaze discretely.

When their drinks were ready Diana took both of them, waiting until Beckett gets his wallet. But before he could hand his card over, Ethan already was speaking with the barista, handing his card to her to pay for their order.

“You know I could pay myself, right,” scowled Beckett.

“What he meant to say is thank you,” Diana jumped in, holding Ethan’s gaze while handing a mug to Beckett.

“It’s nothing. “I’ll see you at the hospital.” Ethan breathed, before turning around to leave the café. On an impulse Diana took a step forward catching his hand, feeling him freeze under her touch, making him stop in his track.

“Stay. There’s still one table left. Can you join us?”

Ethan blinked. “I really don’t want to intr…”

“Please,” Diana said gently, her hand still holding his. Ethan flashed a look at their connected hands before slowly removing his own, swallowing hard. His heart racing inside his chest, his eyes still on the spot where the minute ago their hands were connected.

“I guess I can join you, if you don’t mind.” Ethan throws a quick glance toward the younger man.

“We don’t mind at all. Right, Beckett?” Diana stared at him expectantly.

“…Right.” Beckett sighed before turning to walk toward the table and taking a seat. His eyes turned cold when he looked at the doctor sitting opposite him. But no matter how much he disliked the guy he would at least try for Diana’s sake.

She really seems to like him. And I really want to see her happy. And… and if this ass makes her happy and glowing than I need to make an effort. A real effort.

He felt Diana slip into the chair next to him, tucking one leg under her, the small cup of steaming coffee in hand, inhaling the bitter aroma. They sit in a minute in silence, looking in opposite directions.

Diana took a small sip from her cup, purring in delight, “How did you figure this out?” She asked, turning her head towards Ethan, bringing him back to reality. “It’s delicious.”

Their eyes met sending a current of electricity through both of them. “Simple observation. Did I guess right?”

“You did indeed,” she replied, enjoying how the lemon brightened the espresso and cuts the edges of the bitterness. “So how do you think those talks with Banner Health went? Any news from them?” Diana once again broke the silence.

“I guess you secured a success for us… based on what I heard from Chief Emery. But work like this…. it’s not why I became a doctor.” He grimaced, meeting Diana’s gaze.

“Why did you become a doctor?” Beckett’s voice cutting sharply, and his eyes meet Ethan’s for a split second before looking away.

“To conquer. To defeat the mysteries that defeat us. To save lives and keep families together…To fight the inevitable….” He turns to look at Diana, his next thought causing him to miss the look she shared with Beckett, wondering how he will be able to fight his feelings for her, the strongest pull he’s ever felt towards someone, a pull seemingly…inevitable. He feels like it’s a losing fight against her. “My turn… why you decided to become doctors? Why these fields?”

There was a pause before Beckett spoke, sharing a pained look with Diana. “We knew someone who could have been helped with surgery, if diagnosed in time.” His gaze lowered, lost in memory before continuing. “So, we decided to conquer both. I was always the more practical one, the one doing everything by the book, where Diana was always more emotional, using her instincts and analysing what’s in front of her. She always wanted to solve the mysteries of the world.”

Ethan nodded slowly. “I didn’t know that…For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” His eyes moved toward Diana noticing the slightest trembling in her hands and how the light that she usually had was missing, making her eyes look a bit empty. For a brief moment, it seemed to him that her smile faded before appearing again lightly touching her lips, but never reaching her eyes. For a second their eyes met, and he could see her pain, the one that she covered with a smile. Despite telling himself not to, Ethan placed both his hands over Diana’s, her barely visible trembling disappearing in an instant, her eyes widening.

Beckett eyed them but shrugged. “It’s not like we were going to put this in our applications.”

As if coming out of a trance, Ethan brought his hands back around his coffee, clearing his throat. “Still, it seems like this left deep marks on both of you.”

Beckett nods, taking a sip from his mug, using it to hide the emotions this topic always brought up. Diana was already tense next to him, her gaze back to being lowered. It’s been twelve years since her mother passed, but the pain was always there, hidden among Diana’s walls. Beckett didn’t know anyone other than himself that could see behind them… but he was beginning to feel how they were now crumbling in front of this doctor. He was beginning to have the distinct feeling that his wife is correct. That Dr. Ethan Ramsey may just be what Diana needs to become whole again.

He takes her hand under the table and squeezes lightly as she looks at him gratefully, before directing her eyes back into Ethan’s. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he slowly comes to the realization that even though Diana lets him see what’s behind the walls…Ethan is slowly tearing them down completely.

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normality (kamilah x mc)

A/N: just a cute little date scenario. I was gonna add smut but then this fic wouldve a lot longer so I just implied it. enjoy!

Warning: T (innuendo and swearing)

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Summary: Elena and Kamilah decide to go on a real first date but Kamilah is worried it may not bring normality into their relationship

BLOODBOUND FANFICTION NORMALITY

Elena enters her apartment in a slight huff, completely and utterly stressed from her exhausting day at work. Adrian really expects a lot from her and you’d think because they’re close friends that he’d go a little easy on her when it comes to assignments and deadlines. But no. He’s worse than any typical uptight boss and it seems like he has fun piling Elena’s desk with work. But Elena doesn’t feel the same way about it.

Her energy hasn’t had a chance to recover all day and all she wants is time to herself to calm down and gain her normality back. A bubble bath sounds so damn good right about now and it sure would help Elena lose some of the tension in her body.

With that peaceful thought clearing some of the doubts in her mind, Elena shuts the door to her apartment and leans back against it for a moment, exhaling sharply and wiping the sweat off her forehead as she attempts to will herself to stay awake, even though she feels like she could collapse into a deep slumber at any given moment.

She shrugs off her coat and blindly hangs it up, before kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag on the counter as she wanders aimlessly into her bedroom. Once she makes it inside, her mind is solely focused on the idea to have a nice, peaceful bubble math and release the stress corrupting her body and head. Damn you, Adrian.

Elena takes a quick glance in the mirror, noticing how messy her appearance has become over the long day of working. Shaking the uneasy feeling off, she wanders into the bathroom to collect a towel. While she’s she in there, she quickly strips down for her bubble bath and wraps the towel around her waist, running a hand through her dark blonde hair as she exits back into the bedroom. She lifts her head from staring at the ground and her lime eyes widen with shock, her body almost turning inside out, by what she unexpectedly finds when she glances back up.

“Holy fuck!!” She yelps, barely able to clutch her towel in time so it can’t fall from her bare body. If possible, her jaw could easily be on the floor right now. Elena can’t believe what’s standing before her right now. Well... more like a who. “Jesus fucking Christ, you scared the shit out of me, Kamilah.”

That’s right. Kamilah Sayeed stands dominantly before Elena, who is still a stunned mess after that unexpected scare. Sure, Kamilah is a vampire so surprise visits should be common to Elena by now but seriously, Kamilah could have knocked or something instead of scarring Elena with a shock she won’t ever forget. It’s easy to admit, however, that Kamilah looks pretty damn good right about now, with her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders and her lips curve up into an amused smirk at the sight of Elena all startled.

“Well, you don’t have to look so proud.” Elena points out, narrowing her eyes at the vampire queen and her smirk only widens in response.

“Just know, I didn’t mean to scare you. You only need to be more aware of your surroundings.” Kamilah counters, throwing a hand on her hip as she takes a step closer to Elena, noticing how her fear is starting to fade.

“Gee, thanks. I’ll work on that.” Elena mutters, her light green eyes rolling back at Kamilah’s teasing comment. Suddenly, Elena furrows her brows when she notices how Kamilah has suddenly fell silent as her eyes glide over Elena’s barely covered body.

A worthless towel stops Kamilah from a full view but that certainly doesn’t hold back her imagination. Her dark eyes flash crimson for a mere second as her desire for Elena begins to build up. She remains still for a moment, trying her best not to be tempted but that sure as hell doesn’t last long.

In one swift motion, it only gives Elena one chance to blink before Kamilah ends up behind her, her hands gripping Elena by the hips and her hot breath looming over the blonde’s neck. She presses their bodies together and she moves Elena’s hair to one side so she can access her neck. It only takes a silent moment for her to start planting kisses on the base of Elena’s neck.

Elena arches her head back and sighs out of satisfaction on Kamilah’s shoulder. The kisses remain soft and tender but still unbelievably powerful. “Is that why you came here? So you could do this.” Elena mutters, a moan escaping her halfway through her words as Kamilah’s hands grazes over the bare skin that starts right after the hem of the towel.

Kamilah pauses her sensual actions upon hearing that, breathing against Elena’s skin which only makes her body tense up even more with pleasure. Kamilah leans away for a moment, meeting Elena’s eyes and narrowing her own.

“Hey, you.” Kamilah whispers in a husky tone and Elena sucks in a sharp breath as Kamilah continues letting her fingers trace over the skin of Elena’s thigh, slowly making her way further up and under the material of the towel.

“Hey...” Elena breathily responds, her mind unable to function properly from the affection Kamilah is giving her right now. Even as much as featherlight touch is enough for Elena to be at Kamilah’s beck and call and unconditionally at her mercy. “You didn’t answer my question.”

With that, Kamilah pauses and shifts positions again, using her speed to somehow end up in front of Elena once again, except a lot closer than she was before. Her eyes skim over Elena’s exterior once more and she finds her eyes darkening with desire but she’s somehow still able to keep the crimson out of her eyes, otherwise that’s when danger shines through. Elena watches Kamilah’s expression carefully, noticing how a conflict plays out on her features. It’s like a battle to determine if the vampire can resist Elena or not.

Kamilah finally shakes her head and approaches Elena, grasping each side of her shoulders and letting her hungry gaze roam over Elena’s body. A smirk crosses her lips as she prepares to speak. “I had other intentions but it’s not like I expected you to be in nothing but a towel when I showed up.” Kamilah points out, leaning in so she lips brush against Elena’s.

Elena can’t help but smirk back, biting her lower lip at the sight of a desirable Kamilah mere inches away. “May I ask what those other intentions were?” She teases, their foreheads grazing each other’s for a moment and just that little ounce of physical contact is enough to stifle a groan out of Kamilah.

In a flash, her speed causes both her and Elena to end up against the closet in her bedroom, with Kamilah pinning Elena down by her wrists and the longing on Kamilah’s features is painfully obvious. But she has to hold back if she wants to get any words out and not get carried away before her recent idea can be quickly forgotten.

“I realise we’ve never really had a chance to... act like a normal...” Kamilah trails off, her courage faltering the more she overthinks and Elena forms a small smile when she catches on to what she’s trying to say.

“...Couple?”

Kamilah nods quickly in agreement. “Yes... that. I just wasn’t sure if we were in that place.” She admits and the vulnerable side of her starts to shine through again. Elena adores it when the weaker side of her finds a way to crack through her defence walls because it reveals a more genuine side to Kamilah.

“Well, I’d say we are.” Elena corrects, leaning in for a sweet kiss and Kamilah responds eagerly, releasing her grip on Elena’s wrist and letting her roam as freely as she pleases. “Anyway... you were saying?”

Kamilah runs a hand through her brunette hair and clears her throat to continue. “Er, yes. I came to find out that we’ve never really... been on, what do you call it...” Once again, Kamilah trails off, her body tensing up as her nerves start to realise. Never did she think she’d been in a place where she’d be as awkward and vulnerable as she is right now. Elena giggles at how adorable Kamilah is being right now and she immediately once again catches on to what Kamilah is trying to say.

“...a date?” Elena folds her arms and an amused smile crosses her lips.

Kamilah closes her eyes and sighs, nodding rather hesitantly this time. “Sorry... I’m just... new to this.” She admits, hanging her head and pacing away from Elena in order to shield her embarrassment. But, of course, Elena sees right through her like she’s made of glass. Smiling reassuringly, Elena approaches Kamilah and cups her cheek in a comforting manor, tilting her chin up so their eyes meet and giving her the most reassuring look possible.

“Hey, it’s okay. I get it. If it makes it any easier... I’d love to go on a date with you.” Elena whispers, joining their foreheads and Kamilah can’t help but form a smile at the acceptance to her offer. She plants a brief kiss on Elena’s lips and can’t seem to let her grin fade.

“You have no idea how terrified I was about that, Elena.” Kamilah confesses, her shoulders slumping back in relief and Elena just giggles in reaction, a sudden thought entering her mind.

“So wait, what were you thinking we could do?”

“Well, what the normal folk do, I assume. Dinners and wine are very popular and I actually already booked us in at an elegant restaurant.”

Elena furrows her brows upon hearing that, not sure how Kamilah managed to think of something like that. “Heh, how did you manage to come up with that?”

Kamilah’s eyebrows raise rather nervously at Elena’s assumption and she fiddles with the ends of her brunette hair. “What do you mean? I came up with that by myself.” She corrects but once again, Elena sees right through her act.

“Stop, Kami. Seriously... how?” Elena urges and Kamilah lets out a heavy sigh, raising her hands in surrender.

“...I may or may not have asked Adrian for recommendations.” She hesitantly relents, her back slouching and her dignity falling as well. She rolls her eyes as she notices Elena trying so hard to suppress her laughter. “You laugh and I’ll cancel. I mean it.” She warns, pointing sharply at Elena and she motions her hand over her lips as if she’s zipping it shut and locking it with a key.

“See? I’m not laughing. Now, so this place is elegant right so do I need to dress up?”

Kamilah nods in agreement. “I’d say yes.” She agrees, making her way to the bedroom door as Elena begins wandering back into the bathroom. “Meet me at the restaurant at 6. I’ll be sure to text you the name and address of it.”

Elena blindly gives Kamilah a big thumbs up as she disappears into the bathroom. “Great. Can’t wait!”

With that, Kamilah exits the bedroom, her only worry being the outcome of this date. Will it go well to will it go wrong? Kamilah can only hope she listens to Adrian’s tips that he provided for her. After all, this is her first date in a long time and it’d be a little awkward if Elena ever found out about that.

Elena finally finds herself in front of a pretty fucking fancy restaurant with the name of a French word that she’ll never be able to pronounce. This seems like a pretty Adrian choice for a date with its only little spin of Kamilah in it, which is probably why she asked him for recommendations. Despite the fancy aspect, Elena didn’t go completely all out with her outfit choice. She kept it fairly classy but not the obnoxious kind, wearing a crisp white dress that is isn’t overly low cut, revealing just the right amount of cleavage. The upper part clings to her curves perfectly while the lower part flows out to the ground.

Waiting patiently outside the restaurant, Elena shoots Kamilah a quick text, asking where she is. Seconds later, Kamilah shows up like clockwork and her jaw immediately drops when she catches sight of Elena’s choice in clothing. She bites her lip in order to resist all the urges that run around her body and she barely manages to hold them back.

Elena is just as stunned by Kamilah’s appearance too, noticing how she’s chosen to dress in a burgundy floor length gown that is a lot slimmer than Elena’s. The fabric hugs her skin ever so elegantly and the top of the dress halters around her neck. Also, her dark brown hair has been curled into light waves and the strands fall down her front and she looks like a fucking angel.

Kamilah slowly makes her way over to Elena this time, due to the fact that they’re in public. Unable to fight one urge, she drags Elena in for a passionate kiss, snaking her tongue into her mouth and biting down on her lip ever so lightly, careful not to draw blood like she usually does. When they pull away, Elena is slightly dazed and she finds Kamilah eyeing her exterior once more.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Kamilah whispers, smoothing our Elena’s blond hair and brushing her cheek with her thumb.

“I can easily say the same thing about you.” Elena whispers back, knocking their foreheads together tenderly. Her eyes suddenly dart back up the stare at the restaurant and Kamilah follows her gaze curiously. “Fuck, you meant it when you said this place was fancy.”

“Told you. Now come on.” Kamilah urges, leading Elena in by the hand and the curiosity only increases about how this normal night could go.

Soon after settling into their table, wine is delivered to where Kamilah and Elena sit and Elena is surprised at the level of effort that has been put into this night.

“Damn... this is turning out to be a pretty normal date so far.” Elena points out, raising her glass of red wine towards Kamilah and offering up a toast. “To normality.”

Kamilah raises her glass in return, clinking it with Elena’s as she repeats the toast. “To normality.” With that, they set their glasses down and that’s when Elena’s curiosity can’t be held in anymore.

Eyeing Kamilah with intrigue in her eyes, Elena leans her jaw against her fist and forms a small, eager smile. “So, tell me, Kamilah... what are you usually like on dates? I know the traditions have changed over the time you’ve been alive but there must be something that’s always stuck with you.”

Kamilah is confused at first, her brows furrowing. “Like... a signature move?” She can’t say she has many since she hasn’t been on a date for god knows how long.

“Exactly. Come on, spill, Sayeed.” Elena urges, her curiosity too high to contain. She’s always wanted to know how Kamilah is so smooth and straight forward when it comes to romance yet she’s never really been the type to play the field or have brief flings. But Elena is still too intrigued to let this topic go lightly.

Kamilah hides her anxiety behind her glass of wine, as she tries to think of an excuse. Truthfully, she honestly can’t say she has a signature tone. She’s literally been on like five dates in her whole time of living and that is a long time. Before Elena, she was never really the type to dabble in romance. Sure she had more serious relationships but not enough dates to have a signature move. But the fact that Elena is asking makes her worry about how many she must have.

“Um...” With Kamilah’s failure to come up with a decent excuse, she decides to be honest with Elena. “I can’t say I have one.” Kamilah finally admits, hanging her head a little while also trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

Elena is a little taken aback by Kamilah’s vague response, narrowing her life eyes at her recent girlfriend suspiciously. “Are you messing with me or are you being serious?” She dares to ask, giggling under her breath.

Kamilah simply shakes her head. “I’m being serious. Is it so hard to believe that I have originality with each person I date?” She asks and that’s when Elena starts to feel slightly guilty for bringing up the topic in the first place.

“No... I just thought with how easy it is for you to... make people fall for you, you might have a reason for it.”

Kamilah tilts her head to the side in confusion, watching as Elena’s expression starts to sink. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m not offended by it. Besides, I don’t think you’ve ever seen or known of anyone else who has fallen for me.” She points out and something suddenly hits Elena upon hearing those words.

“Wait... am I... no...” Elena shakes her head in disbelief, not willing to believe that such an angelic creature like Kamilah Sayeed, who might she add has been living for a thousand years, has not had anyone else fall for her before. “I’m not the first... am I?”

Kamilah shies away upon the realisation, loosely giggling as Elena takes a deep swig of her wine as if she needs liquid courage to get her through this conversation. “Sure I’ve had admirers and I’ve dabbled with all different sorts of people but... no one has ever truly cared for me the way you do.” Kamilah mutters, taking Elena’s hand and kissing it reassuringly, her lips lingering longer than expected. She locks eyes with Elena and there’s a genuine look of honesty hidden in Kamilah’s dark gaze. Something Elena has never laid eyes on before. “And besides, I’m not sure why I need a reason for why people to fall for me. Maybe... I’m just that irresistible.” Kamilah adds in a seductive, breathy tone that distracts Elena in ways she can’t explain.

With Elena dazed from the impact of her words, Kamilah slowly grazes the skin of Elena’s leg with her own, sliding it up and down and chasing a harsh exhale out of her. She bites her lip and tries to distract herself by taking another sip of her wine. When she puts down her glass, she meets Kamilah’s darkened gaze and smirks.

“You’re so bad, Kami. You know that?”

Before Kamilah has a chance to respond, the waiter approaches them with two plates in their hands. He sets them down on either side of the table and wishes them a pleasant meal in a strong French accent before leaving them alone again.

Kamilah pokes at her food with a fork, examining it with strange looks. Noticing, Elena eyes her curiously, raising her eyebrows in a questioning manor.

“Kamilah... what are you doing? Don’t you like salmon?”

Kamilah straightens up and shakes her head unsurely. “It’s not that. It’s just... weird to think about eating human food.”

“I’ve seen you eat it before.” Elena reminds the vampire queen, uncertain why she’s making such a big deal about it.

“Yes but you don’t know that the ketchup is usually animal blood so it makes it more my type of food.” Kamilah responds and Elena almost drops her fork at that revelation, gesturing to the ketchup on her plate.

“I’d really love it if you didn’t put me off ketchup for life.”

Kamilah chuckles at that, running a hand through her brunette hair. “Sorry.” She apologises, digging her knife and fork into the salmon and beginning to cut it carefully. “So... are you having fun?”

Elena forms a wide smile and nods approvingly. “Of course I am.”

“Really? This outing is mundane enough for you?” Kamilah wonders, taking her first bite of her food and finding it pleasant to eat as the taste overwhelms her mouth.

Elena nods again, giving Kamilah a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Kami. This whole thing was everything I’ve ever wanted with you.” She assures, reaching over and brushing her thumb over Kamilah’s cheek and she smiles sweetly in reaction.

“I’m glad. I don’t want us being together to impact your life. I still want you to feel human.” Kamilah admits, her vulnerable side shining through once more and Elena is surprised by how many times that side has revealed itself tonight.

“Being with you makes me more alive than anything else. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Kamilah’s smile widens and she holds Elena’s gaze for a long moment, realising that no matter what happens, with or without the normality, they’ll still be together.

Later that night, after an overwhelming amazing date, Kamilah and Elena wander back, hand in hand, to Elena’s apartment. They make it to the front door and Kamilah wonders what shes expected to say.

“Is this the part where I kiss you and wish you goodnight?” Kamilah asks, tilting her head to the side out of bewilderment and Elena shoots her a knowing smirk, revealing the intentions running around her head.

“You don’t have to yet.” Elena suggests, wrapping her arms around Kamilah’s waist and bringing their bodies closer together. “I will take that kiss though.”

With that, Elena brings their lips together, tasting the sweet cherry flavour of the wine they drank of Kamilah’s lips. She tangles fingers in the vampire’s brunette hair and slips her tongue into her mouth. Kamilah wishes to have zero space between them, tugging Elena so close that leg hooks over Kamilah’s hip. The kiss deepens and a steady rhythm is quickly built, their longing for each other being poured into this one great kiss.

Reluctantly, they pull away and Elena keeps their foreheads connected, an expectant look in her like eyes. “Sometimes there’s a different way to end to date.”

“Oh really... and what’s that?”

Elena smiles and her heavy sigh grazes Kamilah’s lower lip, causing her body to shudder in response. “By me asking you to come inside for... dessert.”

Kamilah arches an eyebrow at Elena, gripping her by her hips and pressing her against the door. “Well then, I’ll gladly take you on that offer.”

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20 Seconds of Courage- part 4

The Elementalist au

Beckett x MC (Oriana Miller)

Words: 1758

Warnings: NSFW

Three weeks later, Beckett and Oriana won the bid for Adams Industries’ new project. It was going to be a new recreational center for all ages to enjoy. They were completely psyched and celebrated several times over the weekend.

Sometimes Oriana would stay at Beckett’s, but most of the time she went home. She didn’t know why, she enjoyed his company, and he could make her cum like no one else. But the way he would look at her, scared her. He clearly wanted more…a lot more. And she wasn’t sure she was ready for that. She wasn’t with Jason long, but he humiliated her. Her heart was bruised.

Monday morning, they arrived separately. They were sharing an office now, and Beckett was already there when she arrived.

“Hey, Beck.” She greeted as she walked in.

He glanced up. “Hey, Ori.”

She dropped her bags down and stared at him a moment before clearing her throat. “How’s it going?”

He shrugged. “It was an interesting weekend.”

“I saw you this weekend.”

“You saw me a little bit this weekend. You have no idea what else happened because you ran home. Again.”

She sighed. “We’ve been over this…”

He held his hand up. “Alex wants to see us in his office. He wouldn’t tell me why. Just said it has something to do with our work.”

“Are they displeased already? I don’t even see how that’s possible!” She exclaimed.

Beckett scoffed. He already knew what it was about. With his connections, he knew almost everything happening in the business world before anyone else. He knew what bomb was about to drop. And he didn’t like it one bit.

“I want to kiss you, first.” He told her.

“Beck, everyone can see…”

He walked over to the door and closed it before turning back to her wide green eyes. “Are you really that embarrassed to be seeing me?”

“I wouldn’t say we’re seeing each other…”

“We fuck, Oriana. A lot. I’m not fucking anyone else, are you?” He felt the heat rise in his cheeks.

“Well…um…no…” She stammered, turning an equal shade of crimson.

He backed her into the door, placing his hands on both sides of her. “Why are you so against this? Against us?”

“Why can’t you figure it out?” She snapped. “Is it really that hard?”

He paused, thinking. “I can’t figure it out. So why don’t you just tell me?”

“The last guy I dated worked here. I was working on this very project with him. He was my boss. Everyone knew about us. How will it look if I immediately start fucking the guy who replaced him?” Her voice wavered as her green eyes met his blue ones.

Beckett leaned in, murmuring in her ear. “You’re already fucking the guy who replaced him.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew he’d made a huge mistake. Fire burned in her eyes, and she shoved him backwards before re-opening the door, her voice turning icy and low.

“I guess I just don’t want to be known as the office whore, Beckett.”

She spun around and marched out of the room towards Alex’s office. He ran a shaky hand through his hair before following.

“Ah. Good. You’re both here. Please, shut the door behind you, Beckett.” Alex told them from behind his desk.

“What’s going on, Alex? Did something change with the specs?” Oriana asked. Despite feeling awful about what just happened with Beckett, she could always keep her poise when it came to business.

“No. There’s no changes except for who you’ll be working with from Adams Industries.” Alex informed.

“Oh? Who will it be, then?” She asked, curiously.

Beckett glanced at her from the corner of his eye to gauge her reaction.

“I have been informed that they have a new hire and they are putting him on this case to work with you, and make sure everything goes to their liking. He’s already familiar with all the aspects.”

“That’s good, right? That means he has reviewed everything and is ready to go. Who is it?” She questioned.

Alex folded his hands on his desk. “I’m afraid it’s none other than Jason Mulvaney.”

Oriana froze. “…Jason?”

Alex nodded solemnly, and Beckett turned to face Oriana, whose face was pale.

“No, that…that won’t work, Alex. I’m not going to work with him. There must be a mistake. He hasn’t even been gone that long…” She trailed of.

“Three weeks is long enough to find another job when you have his skill set.” Beckett said quietly.

“Alex. No. Don’t they know why he was fired?” She asked incredulously. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She thought he was gone, that she’d never see him again. But naturally that weasel worked his way back in.

Beckett braced himself for what was coming next. He desperately wants to reach out for her, but knew he couldn’t. She’d just made that very clear.

“Unfortunately,” Alex began. “Despite violating the code of conduct here…he and Lisa are engaged, and therefore it’s not being held against them by their new management. In their eyes, they were merely celebrating their engagement.”

Oriana’s jaw dropped. “Lisa the intern?? They’re engaged??”

Alex rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Correct. They’re…starting their family and he’s doing what it takes to provide for them.”

Oriana blinked. “This isn’t happening.”

“I’m sorry, Ori.” Beckett murmured.

She whirled in her seat to face him. “You knew? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I just heard yesterday.” The tips of his ears were red. She was furious, and he shouldn’t be picturing her naked body writhing beneath him as he pleasured her right now. But he was. He wanted to fuck that anguish right out of her.

“Sorry, Oriana, it wasn’t Mr. Harrington’s place to say. He called me to confirm, and I told him not to say anything until this meeting. Although, I didn’t know you two were close enough that you speak on weekends.”

“We celebrated the win.” She muttered, still shooting daggers at him.

Alex clapped his hands together. “Well. Now that that’s out of the way…you two need to get to work. I’ll check in with you later.”

The two employees stood, making their way to their shared office. This time it was Oriana who shut the door.

“I cannot believe you.” She hissed. “That’s why you wanted me to tell you why I’m against this? You wanted to convince me that this is a great thing before shit hit the fan? Before Jason reappears in my life?”

“He’s engaged.” Beckett said shortly. “And in case you missed it, she’s also pregnant.”

“Well I’m sure that was an accident. I’m sure he only proposed because he knocked her up…” She trailed off uncertainly, feeling even more like a fool than she did already. How could Jason humiliate her like this? She thought it couldn’t get worse then the first time. She was wrong. She was about to lose it. Her breathing was coming faster and faster, she couldn’t focus. She gripped the desk for support.

“Ori?” Beckett’s worried voice barely cut through.

“I…I have to go.” She ran out of the room and beelined for the bathroom. She placed her hands on the sink and tried to slow her breathing. “This isn’t happening. You are strong. He’s an asshole. Everything’s fine. It’s just a job. Professional. I can do professional, I always do professional and…”

“Ori?”

Still breathing hard, she glanced towards the door. “This is the women’s room, Beckett, get the fuck out.”

He shook his head, stepping inside, checking to make sure no one else was in there, and locking the door behind him to give them privacy.

“I said go.” She whispered.

“You don’t mean it.” He said quietly. He went over to her, standing behind her and turning her around to face him. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but she wasn’t letting them fall. She was still gasping for air, and for a brief moment it made him want to panic himself. But he couldn’t. She needed him. And she’s too strong of a woman to admit it. It’s what he loves about her.

He pulls her flush against him and kisses her, his fingers gripping the small of her back. She reacted as he hoped she would, deepening the kiss. A moment later she pulled away.

“What are you doing? I’m…I’m panicking and you just…kiss me?”

He blushed. “I read once that holding your breath can stop a panic attack so…when I kissed you…you held your breath.”

“I’ve never heard that.”

“You’re breathing is already better.” He countered.

Oriana furrowed her eyebrows before realizing he was right. “It’s not gone, though. I’m still…”

He cuts her off with his lips and she moans into him, running her hands through his hair. He didn’t know who moved next, but she was suddenly unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down as he lifted her skirt and perched her on the sink. He yanked her panties to the side and entered her in one fluid motion. She groaned loudly, and he slapped his hand over her mouth.

“Unless you want the whole office to know what we’re doing in here, you need to be quiet.” He growled. She attempted to moan again, smothered by his hand, so she licked his palm and this time it was he who grunted as he moved his hand and shoved his thumb inside her mouth. She watched him with lust filled eyes as she sucked and licked, swirling her tongue around.

“Fuck, Ori.” He grunted again. “Your fucking mouth.” He slid his thumb back out, capturing her lips with his own as he continued to thrust, harder and faster.

“I’m close, Beck.” She whimpered.

He held her tighter, pumping in and out until he felt her walls tighten around his dick. She started making those little noises she makes as she cums, and he smothers her scream with his mouth. When she finally began to relax he let himself go, exploding inside of her, burying his face in her shoulder and biting down to cover his own cry of bliss.

She covered her mouth with her own hand this time, to keep from crying out at the sensation of his bite and his hot seed flowing through her. They stayed just like this for several minutes, coming down from their joined high, and when he looked at her again, her heart fluttered and butterflies erupted in her stomach.

Maybe more with this man wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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20 Seconds of Courage -Part 3

The Elementalist AU

Beckett c MC (Oriana)

words: 2122

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As Oriana quickly showered and got dressed for the day, she kept thinking back on Beckett’s text message.

“Don’t let him win.”

She was furious that he somehow got her phone number when she didn’t give it to him or want him to have it. But at the same time…she felt bad about running out on him the previous night. Maybe she should have stayed? She wasn’t sure. A couple minutes after the message came through, her phone started ringing. It was Jason’s boss and she almost didn’t answer. Finally, on the third call, she had picked up. Alex begged her to come back to work. Jason wouldn’t be a problem, both he and the intern were fired for sexual misconduct.

Thinking on Beckett’s words, she stood tall as she demanded a raise and different responsibilities. Alex guaranteed her to head the project she’d been working on previously with Jason, except she could choose someone of her own to work with. Adams Industries was a large client, and getting this deal was vital to her firm.

“We need the best.” Alex said. “And you’re the best.”

Finally, she agreed to go into the office and discuss it at the very least. And she couldn’t lie to herself, she got butterflies thinking of seeing Beckett again. That man had fucked her in a way she hadn’t been before, and she’s never seen him in the office. She couldn’t help but wonder how he was outside of the bedroom. And it would give her an opportunity to tell him to fuck off for grabbing her phone while she wasn’t looking.

Her blonde hair was freshly curled, a grey pencil skirt and white blouse, a dusting of makeup, and she found herself marching into the office building, her head held high as she heard whispers and small gasps all around her. Not even looking at anyone, she went straight into Alex’s office and shut the door.

Beckett was already hard at work, going over some specifications he’d been handed for the Adams project. His boss had recommended him for the job, and he readily accepted. A job like this could make his career. He started hearing commotion coming from the front of the building. Frowning, he hunched back over the blueprints and tried to focus. But the whispering continued and finally he sighed, looking up to see what everyone was so distracted about. His breath caught as he saw Oriana gliding past everyone, not giving anyone the satisfaction of even looking in their direction. A small smile tugged on his lips as he quickly opened his phone, firing off a message to her. He knew she wouldn’t respond, at least, not while she was demanding whatever it was she was demanding in return for her coming back to work.

She’s a smart girl and he was smitten. Now that he’d had a taste of her…he was going to have her again. It was just a matter of time. While she was in the boss’s office, Beckett inched closer, to hear what everyone was saying.

“…Gonna take him to the cleaners…”

“…demand Jason’s position…”

“…can’t believe she didn’t know…”

“…back for good…”

Before he even realized it, he was right in front of the office door as it swung open, and Oriana walked straight into him.

“Holy!”

“Ah! Beckett! How perfect it is that you’re here! Have you met Oriana, yet?” Alex was right behind her.

He opened his mouth but before he could get a word out, Oriana grabbed his hand, shaking it.

“Nope! Never met him! Nice to meet you…Beckett, was it?”

A small blush crept up his neck. “Indeed I am. And you’re Oriana Miller. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”

She was glaring at him, so Beckett looked past her to Alex. She withdrew her hand immediately.

“The two of you will be working together!” Alex announced cheerfully. “Beckett, I understand you were already put on the Adams account?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Great! Then you’re familiar. Oriana is now the lead on this, so you two will need to work closely together. Oriana was not expecting to be here today, so I think it’s best if the two of you went over to the site and get a look around.”

“I’ve already seen the site.” She snapped.

“I haven’t.” Beckett piped in, eager to get out of here with her.

“Then it’s settled! Oriana, go, teach our newest employee the ropes.”

“Alex, don’t you think he’s a bit…underqualified? He’s only been here two months, and you said I could choose…”

“Between him and Charles, yes. However, Beckett was already placed on this, and although he’s only two months in, his work has been…impressive, to say the least.”

Oriana started again, but Alex dismissed her with his hand. “Excuse me, I need to go speak with human resources about the changes.”

Beckett and Oriana are left alone, staring at each other. “Welcome back.” He said quietly. “I’m glad you took my advice.”

She narrowed her eyes, turned around, and stalked off to the elevator, Beckett’s eyes lingering on her swaying hips as he followed. As soon as the doors closed, he stepped into her space, backing her up into the wall.

“Feel familiar?” He murmured, grazing her ear with his teeth.

“Stop it” She hissed, pushing him away. “Look. No one can know that we slept together, Harrington. This is a job, and I’m not screwing it up just so I can screw you.”

A smirk formed on his face. “We did do a lot of screwing, didn’t we? Until you ran off?”

“I ran off not knowing you’d looked through my phone!”

“Oh, please, as if I had time to look through it. Not to mention, I don’t care what’s in there, Oriana. I just wanted your number.”

“After I told you I wasn’t giving it to you.”

“It’s good I took it, we’ll need to be in constant communication during this project.”

She rolled her eyes.

“In all seriousness, Oriana, why did you come back? You were dead set on not returning last night. What changed?”

“I wanted to scream and tell you off, that’s what changed.” She glowered.

“Feel free to continue screaming my name, I certainly won’t stop you from that.”

Her jaw dropped and this time they were both blushing.

“You’re so….so…” Her fists were balled up, and there was heat in her gaze. “So fucking infuriating.” She launched herself into his arms, and he kissed her back fiercely, slinging one of her legs around his hip as her skirt bunched at her waist.

For a brief second, they were lost in the kiss, tongues dancing, hands travelling each other’s bodies. He nipped at her neck and she moaned in response. He pressed his hips into her, pinning her between himself and the wall and she gasped at how hard he was.

The ding sounded as the elevator came to a stop. She shoved him back, straightening out her skirt and blouse, and running a hand through her hair in attempt to smooth it, while Beckett adjusted himself and his jacket. When the doors opened, they walked out calmly, as though they hadn’t just been clawing at each other in heat.

Once on the busy street, she tried hailing a cab. Beckett rolled his eyes, pulling his phone out and making a quick call. A minute later a black town car rolled up.

“Seriously? You have your own driver and car?”

He shook his head. “I have a service I use. They’re very fast.”

She stared at him a moment. “Are you like. A serial killer? You’re taking me away in an unmarked black car, out to a field where you’ll rape and kill me, and your ‘driver’ helps you get rid of my body?”

His eyebrows shot up. “That’s quite the description. I assure you that will never happen as long as you’re with me.”

“Ohhh right. So, you’re my bodyguard then. Here to protect me from the big baddies of the world, as if I’m not capable of defending myself.”

“Just get in the car.” He snapped, losing his patience and opening the door for her.

“Geez, Beck, sorry you couldn’t handle the joke.” She responded snidely, sliding into the backseat as he slipped in beside her and the car started driving.

“It’s not a joke. Joking about either of those things is not funny. The world is dangerous, Oriana. Some people really do get killed, some people really do need bodyguards. It is not a joking matter. All I’m saying is that you’re safe with me, okay? That’s it. Take it or leave it.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned to gaze out the window, lost in a memory he can never forget.

“Hey”

He jumped when he felt her hand on his leg and turned back to face her, seeing her eyes filled with concern.

“Beckett I’m sorry, I…I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Do you even care?” He muttered.

She winced, moving her hand from his leg to intertwine their fingers together. She didn’t know what happened just now, but suddenly she knew there was a lot more to the man sitting beside her than just someone who wanted to be in her pants, which is what she had thought until this very moment.

“I do care.” She told him softly, her green eyes never leaving his blue ones, those butterflies in her stomach returning as his gaze intensified before dropping to her lips. He leaned forward…then stopped just a breath away from her, searching her eyes.

She bit her bottom lip, contemplating. He was clearly letting her make the decision on what happens next, and she was finding it insanely sexy how confident he was when it came to her. And she was now completely intrigued by what lies beneath his surface.

“We’ll be there in just a minute.” The driver announced.

She sighed and pulled back, pulling out her phone and checking her messages, her breath catching as she read one of them.

“Thank you.” Beckett told him, looking back out the window, unaware of what she was doing.

The car was silent until they arrived at the open space, when Beckett said “If you wouldn’t mind, can you wait…”

“Thank you very much. We’ll call when we’re ready to return.” Oriana interrupted, causing him to look at her in surprise, but she was already stepping out of the car. He went to stand next to her as the car drove away.

“I didn’t think we’d need a lot of time here?” He questioned.

“Is this true?” She blurted out, showing him the phone where his text message was.

“I…I didn’t think you’d read that yet.” The tips of his ears turned a bright red, his heart pounding. He’d been so distracted that he forgot he sent it to her when she arrived in the office.

“That’s not an answer.” She replied, trying to get a read on him.

“Yes.” He whispered hoarsely. “Of course.”

In an instant she’d closed the space between them, kissing him softly as he brought his hands to cup her face, kissing her with a tenderness he didn’t even realize he was capable of.

“Who are you, Beckett Harrington?” She murmured into his lips.

He smiled. “I’m the guy you’re going to marry.”

She chuckled and lightly pushed him away. “I wouldn’t hold your breath on that one.”

He smirked, pulling her back to him. “You’re right. One thing at a time. We’re going to finish up here, and then I’m going to call back the car. After that, we’ll go to my place where we’ll spend the rest of the day and probably most of the night making each other feel really, really good.”

“Is that right?” She laughed. “And tomorrow? You really expect me to just casually walk into work with you in today’s clothing?”

He grinned. “Personally, I wouldn’t mind, but if you’re concerned I guess we can make one stop and get some clothes for you.”

“Oh, lucky me.” She teased, eyes rolling. “Come on. Let me put this job into perspective for you.”

As they walked around the lot, they kept themselves engrossed in conversation about the job, mixed with some personal information as well. She kept stealing glances at him, this man that just walked into her life one day and kissed her.

When they waited for the car, she pulled her phone out again, staring back down at the message, unable to contain her smile.

“I hope in your negotiations you ask Alex for the world. Because that is what I see when I look at you, and that is what you’re capable of.”

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