#Hair Straightening perth

[keratintreatmentperth]

[lilyrizzy]

3!

when you were dreaming I looked in, I saw everything I saw fresh new grass, that's growing, it's growing you've got a big, big heart, it's showing, it's showing

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"I think Victoria is trying to make her own five-a-side soccer team," Daniel says, a joke to dull the ache in his throat that comes with watching Max settle Linus. "Only boys for the Verstappen's, huh?"

When Max lifts his head to look at Daniel it makes a change from the last few hours of him only having eyes for his newest nephew. The pool of love in them is shallow, close to the surface because he is always so willing to give it away. It's the longing that's deeper.

"It is the boy that decides the sex actually," he says, all deadpan, and of course Max knows that. "Besides, girls can of course play football also."

It always, like, unsettles something in Daniel, almost. To be reminded over and over of all the ways Max is gentle and soft where he could be hard and sharp. Almost anyone else who grew up the way he did, with the man he did would be, but Max is always- Max.

The person Daniel built a home away from home with until it became the place they belonged more than Perth or Belgium.

Victoria is putting the other two kids to bed. It's just him and Max. Linus too of course, but he can keep a secret, so Daniel finds a way to ask for what he's been imagining since Max first sent him a photograph of him cradling a newborn Luka in his arms. Years ago now.

"Does that mean we still stand a chance for a girl?"

He can hear the sharp little intake of Max's breath, watches the way his fingers flex ever so slightly on the soft rolls of Linus's arms right before he turns to settle him into the crib.

Straightening up, he breathes, "Daniel," but then nothing else.

"We'd be in your mum's good books then, right? If we pulled off the first granddaughter and all," Daniel says quickly.

He's nervous. Max told him on the beach right after his father died that he would want whatever life Daniel did, however it looked. At the time it had been more than enough, but now Daniel needs him to want this for himself as well.

"You want a little baby?"

Max turns as he asks it, and the look of disbelief is there still, but also something more. Hope.

"Well I don't know how little they would be if your sperm gets P1 and all, but-"

Daniel doesn't get to finish his sentence, because Max is flinging himself into Daniel's arms saying, "yes, yes, Daniel, that would be lovely, please, yes," all in one big rush. Like this an offer with an expiration date and not like, Daniel's dream, even if he was slow to realise it.

His arms fit around Max's waist as naturally as ever, his face pressing into his hair, and he lets the reality of it sink in.

They're going to be parents.

He thinks, I'm going to be a dad, dad.

It's strange, that with such a big piece missing Daniel's life can still be so full.

[chillicouture99]

10 Tips for Straightening Your Hair Daily Without Causing Damage 

When one wants to keep his or her hair damage-free, straightening it daily can be a task and not an easy one. At Chilli Couture, Perth’s premium Organic Hair Salon, we help maintain healthy, full-of-life hair without giving up on sleek and polished hair. Following are ten expert tips on how to straighten your hair daily without causing harm, incorporating permanent hair straightening methods, natural hair straightener usage, and many more.

Choose the Right Tools   Invest in a good straightener with ceramic or tourmaline plates that distribute heat evenly and reduce the risk of damage. A good tool can make a big difference in keeping your hair healthy. 

Protective Pre-Styling Treatments     Always begin your hair straightening with a heat protectant. This could be in the form of a spray, cream, or serum to shield your strands from high temperatures. Here at Chilli Couture, we have various natural hair treatments to protect your hair from heat exposure and nourish it. 

Correct Temperature Settings     Never overheat. Always use the minimum temperature to get your hair straight. There’s no need to increase the heat to 230 degrees when your hair straightens at 180 degrees Celsius. 

Regular Deep Conditioning     Incorporate a deep conditioning treatment into your weekly hair care routine. This will replenish moisture and repair hair from the stress of daily heat styling. Our organic salon offers natural hair treatments that deeply nourish without using harsh chemicals.  

Permanent Hair Straightening     For those who straighten their hair every day, permanent hair straightening might be a worthwhile consideration. This treatment at Chilli Couture can significantly cut down your daily styling time and reduce heat exposure in the long run.  

Hydrate and Nourish     Keep your hair hydrated by drinking lots of water and using hydrating hair care products. Dehydrated hair is more prone to damage, so moisture is key. 

Use a Natural Hair Straightener     If one does not want to use any chemical treatment, then the natural hair straightener can be an alternative using ingredients from nature. Most of these contain elements that naturally straighten the hair without harsh chemicals. 

Avoid Repeated Heat Strokes     If straightening hair, minimise the number of times the straightener is passing over the same section. The rule should be no more than one to two times to avoid excessive heat exposure. 

Routine Trims   Regular trims in the form of cutting split ends will avoid further breakage of hair. Keeping your hair trimmed will make it look healthy and eliminate frequent straightening. 

Cool Down Period     Afterward, let the hair cool before styling or clipping it up to set your style and reduce further possible damage. 

With these simple tips, you, too, can have straight, sleek hair every day and still not have to compromise on the health of your hair. Beautiful hair is not only about styling it right but also about taking care of it well. Our experts at Chilli Couture specialise in organic and natural hair treatments and are always at hand for all your needs to achieve just the look you want without damage. Come see us today in Perth for a personal consultation and discover how our creative, organic methods will revolutionise the way you care for your hair.

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[themuses-rp]

❝ Love is something that is worked for, not given. It's too easy to take for granted when given ❞

33

[1991.02.02] Perth, Australia

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: Sweet, gentleman and caring, Jaekyung is someone who believes that kindness and love is what can change someone's day. He can be abrasive and honest if he needs to be but mostly, he tries his best to be gentle about things. While he isn't afraid of confrontation, he tries not to have to go down that path unless absolutely necessary. At work, he can be different, while still smiling, he is firm and expects the best out of everyone under his wing. He is not at all a slacker and can be seen as a workaholic.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅: An only child raised by a single mother, Jaekyung grew up in Perth, Australia where he was born until he was 15 and sent to live with his grandparents in Jeju. Even though he was young, he was tall and rather built due to the sports that he played back in Australia. He started competing in swimming contest nationally until he left high school and became a football legend. His young adult life up until 26, Jaekyung played professional football and modelled for an international sportswear brand before giving it all up to go back home and help take over his grandfather's restaurant. A busy body, his grandmother constantly fussed over him to move to Seoul and build a life since he was constantly travelling back and forth due to a modelling contract he held. At age 29, Jaekyung, with permission and help from his grandparents, started up a small restaurant that soon became popular and grew. He still supports his grandmother and often goes to Jeju to see her.

For more information about their work and relationship, click links.

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆: 192cm (6'3), short curly black hair, often changes his hair colour and straightens his hair, dark brown eyes. Jaekyung has several tattoos on his body, mostly his back, arms and one behind his ear. His earlobes are double pierced, he also has a 'hidden piercing'. He is rather muscular and fit

𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐: Jaekyung is a talented chef even though he has no official training. He's a retired famous football star and still holds a large fanbase especially since he still models. Lives a modest lifestyle but owns a house in Jeju and one in Seoul. He owns a deep red Hyundai Santa Fe SUV that he has customised to his tastes. He loves to spoil those he cares about but can be overbearing at times. Jaekyung likes going for late night drives, boxing and trying different places to eat. He dislikes people who try and use him for money, people who are fake and honestly, he's not a fan of pineapple on pizza.

𝑼𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅:

More information will be added here as it is discovered

Bisexual, female lean. Dominant. Top

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔: D/S dynamics, praise, dirty talk, oral, voyeurism, bondage, light choking, toys, orgasm control, vanilla, food play, findom, marking

Jaekyung is more of a daddy dom. He cares for his partners deeply and takes good care of them

He quite enjoys getting massages from his partners if they want to and will always return the favour

Aftercare is a must and for any intense session with his partners, he will always provide it no matter what

𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆: Jaekyung's type is someone who doesn't expect love and devotion but is willing to work for it. He loves someone who is willing to give up control for him but who can be independent in their own lives and allow him to support them along the way rather than expecting him to take full care of them and their needs - effectively using him for what he has. Jaekyung prefers someone who will put in the work to gain his affections and care and someone who is open and willing to date not only him but Sohee as well.

[formula1imagines]

Daniel Ricciardo Fanfiction

Chapter 1: An Adventure Awaits

Characters: you, Daniel Ricciardo, Michael Italiano and Blake Friend.

Warnings: no warnings just fluff.

It’s the off-season and you’re visiting Daniel’s family in Perth, Australia. He hadn’t been home in 2 years because of the lockdown regulations in Australia. This was a huge moment for Daniel and his family.

It was a long flight from Monaco to Perth and you both were cuddled up for most of the flight- Daniel loved the smell of the shampoo and cream you used. You were wearing his recent merch- a green hoodie with sweatpants and he wore a black hoodie, skinny jean and cap. You both wore a mask (for obvious reasons- covid) and sunglasses. Sunglasses meant that you were less recognisable. Since the time photos of Daniel and you were cheekily released to the public by the paparazzi, there has been too much unwanted attention. Both Daniel and you had always wanted to keep your relationship private and this situation is something you both did not want to be in but it was what it is.

Michael and Blake were travelling with the 2 of ya’ll as well. You shared a very good relationship with both the guys- maybe Michael more than Blake because you spent more time with him. You really appreciated the both of them and the relationship they shared with your boyfriend. The were his constants through the long seasons- you were not able to attend every race. They were his home away from home and had always had Daniel’s back. They knew when to be professionals and when to be Daniel’s best mates. Michael knew how to switch from Daniel’s best friend to his personal trainer and so did Blake- from Daniel’s close friend to his manager. The 4 of ya’ll made quite the gang and it was always informal and chill between ya’ll.

The flight was a long one. You woke up at the middle of the night to drink water and stretch your legs. You had to quietly get out of Daniel’s warm embrace. His arms were possessively wrapped around your waist and you were practically stuck to his body. Being able to completely recline your seats and sleep comfortably was one of the perks of flying first class. As you slowly got up, you were trying to make sure Daniel didn’t get up- he needed as much sleep as possible because whether or not he showed it, you knew he was exhausted from the long season.

As you got up to stretch, you saw Michael listening to music on his headphones. He was wide awake and you two met eyes. You smiled and nodded at him and he reciprocated the gesture. After a few minutes of stretching and drinking water, you turned around to see that Michael was still awake and was reading a book. You decided to go up to him and check up on him. There was a seat empty next to him. The ambience of the flight was dark and it was super cold as well. As he saw you coming near his seat, he shifted one seat to make the seat next to the aisle free for you to sit. Always a gentleman, Michael. You gave him a wide smile and sat down. “What’s up? Why aren’t you sleeping?” you asked him’ “Just thinking about stuff”, he said casually. You knew there was something more. You felt something was troubling him so you asked him to confide in you. “I know something’s up. You know you can tell me things if you want to Michael. I’m always here to listen.” you said calmly and gave him smile. “I know that and I really appreciate it.”, he said. “It’s just relationship stuff you know. I’ve been in a long distance relationship with my girlfriend for 2 years now and suddenly it’s all very different. It’s not what it used to be. We hardly communicate well and because of all the time zone differences, we don’t get much time to talk. And you know me, i won’t compromise DR’s training for anything. Nothing. This career is my priority. DR relies and trusts me to do my best and it’s my job to do so. I’m thinking of ending the relationship because it’s getting to hard for me to manage my emotions. I don’t want it to affect my career as DR’s coach. I need to be the best version of myself for DR to be the best version of himself physically. You get what i’m saying?.” says Michael.

“Yes, i totally get what you’re saying M.” you say. “I know how dedicated you are as Daniel’s coach. I don’t want to interfere in your relationship but i just want you to be happy. Do what makes you happy M. That’s all i want. I know you’ll do what you think is best. Just know, i’m always here for you and Daniel’s always here for you. Michael nods and smiles at you and you give him a reassuring hug before getting up from the seat. As you get up from the seat, you see Daniel’s pouty face looking at you from him seat. You slowly walk towards your seat and Daniel shifts in. “Why were you gone for so long? I was getting cold without you.”, says Daniel making a puppy face. His curls were all over the place and just when you thought he couldn’t look cuter, he did.

You went back into the same sleeping position with Daniel. He kissed your temple and pulled you in closer. This time he wasn’t letting you go- even if it was for a stretch, you knew it! After about 10 minutes, when you thought Daniel was asleep, he whispered into your right ear, “What were you talking to Michael for so long? Is everything okay?”. “Everything’s fine- just something about his relationship. He’s kinda tensed you know. I told him we’re always here for him. I don’t like seeing Michael like this. He’s generally so energetic. Hope he figures it out.” you say. “Oh right, he was telling me he might break it off with his girlfriend.” said Daniel. “Yeah.” you said, sadly.

Talking about Michael and his situation made you a bit sad and Daniel could sense that. He hugged you tighter and smothered you with kisses. “You know i love you, right?” Daniel asked. “I know that, and I love you too Dan”, you said. You turned around on your bed and faced Daniel. He looked into your eyes and pulled you in for a kiss. A light, reassuring and comforting kiss. He then kissed you on your forehead and you closed your eyes, burying you head in Daniel’s neck. He brushed his fingers through your hair and placed a kiss on your head. You were grateful you were wearing a comfy hoodie and were next to Daniel because boy was this flight cold!

“We’ll be landing in Perth shortly so please straighten your seats and prepare for landing.”, announced the flight attendant. You could literally sense Daniel’s excitement. You knew he couldn’t wait to see his parents, his sister, his brother-in-law but most importantly his nephew, Isaac!

As you guys landed, Daniel squeezed your hand and looked at you. His brown eyes almost stared into your soul. His eyes were a little watery as well. “Welcome to Perth, baby! Prepare to have the most fun you’ve ever had in your life! I’ll make sure of you!”, he said as it winked at you. You gave him a wide smile and kissed him.

As you got up, Michael and Blake were already up and ready with their luggage. You got up to take your luggage out from the overhead compartment- it slightly heavy and that’s when Blake stepped in to help you get it down. You smiled and thanked him. Michael lead the way out of the aircraft, followed by Blake, then you and then finally Daniel. Daniel refused to let you carry your own suitcase. So he walked out with 2 suitcases. You rolled your eyes but smiled because he looked so funny. You knew there was no point in arguing with Daniel because the gentleman he was, he definitely wasn’t going to let you carry the suitcase. You thought it was cute but knew you were perfect able to carry a few suitcases.

As you exited the aircraft, a warm and welcome breeze blew right into your face, causing your hair yo fly back. Now you knew why Dan was crazy about the Perth weather! It was great to be in Dan’s hometown. You were excited to finally meet his family and spend some quality time with Daniel because you knew that once the season started, spending quality time with each other was going to be very tough. You really looked forward to this coming month. You were suddenly knocked out of your daze when Daniel shouts your name, “Babe! I know Perth has a dreamy effect on people but we really need to get going! I don’t even know how far ahead Michael and Blake are. Hurry up!

[thrillridesz]

helloo! can i have dad and exhusband eric tbz, when he saw you had not released your wedding ring, because you promised him that you were moved on. but, you guess that you were wrong. and you always encourage your daughter that her father still loved her even not as a family. thank youu!

 holy shit it’s 1.1k words lmao but thank you for requesting ^^ lemme know what you think!! ^^

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《9:16pm》 - dad and ex-husband!Eric

Straightening his tie, Eric waits anxiously outside the door of your old shared home. It felt like forever since he had been back here, outside of this house which held so many precious memories that now seemed like a distant, vague dream. As he stood waiting, he felt his heart beating so hard that he had to place a palm over his own chest as if to calm himself down. He could briefly hear a crash behind the closed doors and before he knew it, the front door swung open.

‘I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, Eric. You know, the little one can be quite a handful.’ You said, looking flustered with a weary expression on your face and your hair all over the place. Seeing you always felt like he was looking at you for the very first time, only you’d be more beautiful each time he saw you again. Although you weren’t particularly dressed up nor did you have any makeup on, you would always be the most beautiful woman in the world to him. It took him awhile to realise he had been staring when you shot him a quizzical look.

‘Aren’t you going to come in?’

‘Right, yes. Sorry, I was thinking of something.’ He cleared his throat, following behind you in the house.

Going into the kitchen, you called out, ‘Do you want anything to drink?’

‘I’ll just have water. Thanks.’

Looking around the house, everything was still where they originally were. It was as if nothing had changed. The beachside painting that the two of you had blown a large sum of money on during a trip to Perth was still at hung above the fireplace. The cosy armchair was still in a reclined position which the both of you always liked to leave it at. It gave a strong sense of familiarity that nearly knocked the wind out of Eric. He felt tears began to well up but blinked them away as you approached with a glass of water.

‘Here you go. The little one is still upstairs, I’ll go get her while you can just sit around first.’ You smiled, your tired eyes betraying the upbeat demeanour you were trying to keep up.

As you handed him the glass of water, Eric realised with a flutter in his heart a tiny glint under the light. You were still wearing your wedding ring. He felt his face grow hot and his spirits were almost instantly lifted. Maybe there was still a chance...

You noticed that Eric was staring at the glass of water but then realised what he was actually looking at. Setting the glass of water hurriedly on the coffee table, you quickly clarified, ‘I just thought I’d try it on again. It’s a very pretty ring... I just didn’t want to let it sit in my jewellery box, gathering dust. Please don’t get the wrong idea. I meant it when I said I’ve moved on.’

With that, you hurried away upstairs so he couldn’t see your panicked face. Watching you leave, Eric couldn’t help but feel his heart sink. If there was one thing he’d ever wish for, it’d be for the two of you to still be together like you blissfully were just 2 years ago.

Neither of you had seen the divorce coming. When you two first got married, life was like a fairytale dream come true. The two of you were almost inseparable and were embarrassingly enough, that couple that your single friends would always cringe at. Romantic dinner dates and lazy morning afters were the norm and the both of you would always spend nights talking and laughing about life.

That was until Eric had a job promotion at work. Suddenly, he never seemed to have time for both you and your daughter. He’d miss out on parties or family events and it became hauntingly clear that the two of you had drifted. You would go to sleep without him and wake up to see that he had already left for work. He threw himself into his work and unknowingly neglected the family. So when you had brought up the divorce, it quite literally shocked him. There was a lot of crying and screaming on that fateful night but deep down he knew that he had single handedly screwed up a perfect life. Even after long calls and pleading, the two of still went through with the divorce. The day the two of you signed the papers, was the day Eric felt like he lost a part of himself. His heart was broken beyond repair. Internally, he always wondered how he got it so wrong and failed to see the signs. If only he could turn back time.

Trudging upstairs, he heard brief whispering. Immediately curious, Eric hid behind the door to a nearby room where you were with your daughter.

‘I don’t want to go to daddy’s house! I want mommy!’ Your daughter whined petulantly.

You rubbed her tiny hands in yours gently as you spoke, ‘Honey, why don’t you want to go?’

‘Daddy left mommy and me.’ She replied, pouting.

Guilt rushed over him like a tidal wave and internally, Eric wished he had never chose work over family. Now, he was seeing the consequences of his neglect. Turning to leave, he stopped short when he heard your voice.

‘Honey, you must understand something. Mommy and daddy may not be together anymore but you are still your daddy’s darling. He loves you just as much as mommy does. He loves you so deeply, he would fight off dragons for you.’ You said with a warm smile on your face.

Your daughter’s eyes lit up in an instant, visibly less upset.

‘Like large fire dragons? Ice dragons?’

Nodding, you echoed, ‘Like large fire dragons and ice dragons.’

Your daughter giggled as you pinched her cheeks affectionately.

‘Daddy is so cool!’

Eric had been so touched he barely even noticed when you opened the door and got a shock, seeing him standing there.

‘Daddy, let’s go!’ His daughter chirped happily as she grabbed onto his hand and pulls him behind her. As he trailed behind the little girl, he mumbled a soft ‘thank you’ to which you could only smile in acknowledgement at. He never expected you to speak up for him. In fact, it would have made more sense if you had berated or badmouthed him instead. For all the pain he inflicted, you should be doing the opposite of everything you were doing. You truly were the perfect woman with a beautiful heart.

As he drove away with his daughter laughing away and telling him all about her day which she never did in all previous occasions, he came to a bold decision.

He was going to win you back no matter what.

[confessionsofacougar]

The plane ride

As the line progresses towards the gate, Tricia and Josh have their passports and tickets ready. They show the attendant and then walk through the door, down the ramp to the plane. Josh takes Tricia’s hand and squeezes it. They have been planning this trip for months. Having an east-west friends with benefits relationship isn’t easy, but their constant texts, pic swaps and phone calls have kept the fire burning for both of them. They have travelled to each other’s city but they have dreamed of taking an overseas holiday together for ages. Today that dream comes true. Josh has travelled to Perth to meet up with Tricia and they are now boarding their plane to Italy. They have almost two days of flights ahead of them, but they are excited. They find their seats and put their bags in the overhead compartment. Josh has the window seat, but he offers it to Tricia. She accepts, telling him that they’ll take it in turns. They take their seats and get comfortable. Tricia leans over and kisses Josh.  Several minutes later, as they are chatting about their trip, the plane starts to move down the runway. Although she loves take off, Tricia holds Josh’s hand tight. She always thinks of the movie Final Destination and how the plane explodes soon after take off. Once the plane is in the air and levelled out, she starts to relax and lets go of his hand.

A few hours into the flight, everyone has been fed, and the lights have been turned off. It is now pretty dark within the plane, with only a few tv screens and overhead lights illuminating the cabin. Tricia and Josh are wide awake. Neither of them sleep well on planes and they are watching a movie. It is quite chilly, so they are sharing a blanket and they have put the arm rest up between them so that they can cuddle. They have been making out quite a bit throughout the trip. Stealing kisses whenever they can. Now, Josh has his arm around Tricia and she is leaning against him. She has her hand on his thigh, under the blanket. She looks up at Josh and kisses him. As she does, she slides her hand up his thigh. He instinctively opens his legs slightly and she cups the bulge with her hand. He stops kissing her and whispers in her ear “Take off your underwear”. She looks up at him and he nods and smiles at her. She can’t refuse him. She reaches under her skirt, puts her thumbs in the top of her panties and lifts her bum as she slides them off. She puts them in the pocket of the seat in front of her. He takes her right leg which is closest to him and puts it over his own legs, spreading her legs wide apart. He reaches down between them and feels her soft, smooth lips. He slides his fingers between them and starts to rub her pussy slowly. Tricia bites her lip, not wanting to moan aloud. Josh watches her and smiles. He knows he can make her moan. He kisses her and continues to rub her pussy. His fingers deep inside her, probing her g spot. She squirms. Bites her lip again. He’s so damn good at this. He can always make her cum with his fingers. He has the magic touch. He usually makes her squirt too. She isn’t too keen on the idea of squirting on the plane though. Hopefully she can hold back. Josh seems to read her mind as just at that moment, he starts going faster and harder. Inadvertently, Tricia lets out a moan and instantly bites her lip. Fuck, he’s good. She can feel the pressure building deep in her groin but she doesn’t want to give in to it. He kisses her again as he continues rubbing her pussy. Two fingers deep inside her. His thumb on her clit. The combination making her squirm with pleasure. She’s trying so hard to not squirt. The pressure in her groin is painful now. Josh whispers “Let go, baby girl. Do it for me”. That’s all it takes. Still squirming, Tricia’s head falls back against Josh and she moans. Her back arches and her pussy tightens. Josh rubs harder, faster. Seconds later, he feels the warm liquid gush past his fingers. Tricia moans aloud and continues to squirm. Once the flow has stopped, Josh kisses her again and whispers “Good girl”. He then looks her in the eye as he sucks each of his fingers clean.

“Your turn”. Tricia reaches under the blanket and undoes Josh’s jeans. She lowers them enough to expose his underwear which she also lowers. She moves the blanket and in the light from the tv she can see his young hard cock. So thick. So straight. So hard. She licks her lips and then bites her lower lip. She loves the taste of him and is keen to taste him again. She runs her fingertips along his shaft. A drop of precum moistens her thumb as she slides it over the head of his cock. She rubs it gently over the head. She takes his cock in her hand and strokes it. Then she leans forward and licks the head. Another drop of precum on her tongue, she slides it down his shaft. She takes him in her mouth and starts to suck. She knows he likes it really wet when she sucks him, so she makes sure to have lots of saliva in her mouth. She makes slurping noises as his cock slides in and out of her mouth. She gags a couple of times as his cock enters her throat. He puts his hand behind her head. Gripping her hair, he gets her to slow down a bit. She slides her mouth along his shaft slowly but deeply. She actually sucks him. She doesn’t just slide her mouth over him. He feels a constant sucking. The pressure it creates is exciting. It makes him want to cum again and again and again. No one sucks him like she does. He loosens his grip on her hair, enabling her to go a little faster, which she does. He lets out a moan. She loves hearing him moan. It turns her on. She goes faster still. “Oh fuck” he whispers loudly. She can feel him throbbing. Twitching. His cock is rock hard now and she feels it swell in her mouth. He grabs a handful of her hair and pushes her head down, forcing his cock deep into her throat. She feels his cock pulsate as wave after wave of cum flows through him into her throat. Hungrily, she swallows the lot. When he has finished, she continues to suck for a moment. Then she looks up at him and he kisses her. “I think we need to go to the bathroom” he says to her and she agrees. They both stand up and make their way down to the back of the plane. The toilet is empty and they both enter it and close the door behind them. Immediately, Josh pushes Tricia up against the door and kisses her. One hand squeezing her boob while the other slides between her legs. Tricia has one hand behind his head and the other holding his ass. She reaches between them and undoes his jeans and lowers them and his underwear. He’s already hard again. He bends his knees slightly and positions his cock so its pressed against her pussy. He stands up and it goes inside her. She lifts her right leg and wraps it around him as he goes balls deep inside her. They both moan as they kiss. He puts his hand under her ass and holds her as he starts to fuck her. Hard. Deep. Fast. She is so wet and so tight. He loves the way he feels inside her. As he fucks her, they hear a knock on the door. “Someone’s in here” Josh manages to say. They hear a muffled apology and footsteps moving away. They chuckle quietly and continue. “God I’ve missed this” Tricia says. “So have I baby girl” Josh replies. “I wanna fill you with my seed”. “Yes, please” moans Tricia. Josh goes faster and harder. Tricia’s body bangs against the door as he slams into her. She can feel his cock deep inside her. Hitting her cervix. Moments later, he pushes inside her and she can feel the warmth of his cum fill her. She kisses him as he cums. They continue kissing as the flow subsides and he slowly gets soft and eventually slides from her. He puts her legs down but they continue to kiss. Eventually they stop, and straighten their clothes before leaving the bathroom and heading back to their seats to watch the end of the movie and cuddle some more.

[holy-hyuck]

Stray Kids Reaction: Falling for/Crushing on a Foreigner

Woojin

The air was warm on the night Woojin found himself wandering the streets of Perth. It was unusually quiet, thanks to work starting the next day, and coincidentally, it was the only time for the eldest Stray Kid to relax.

His phone dinged and he pulled it out of his pocket to see the message Chan has sent him, that he and Felix are visiting the leader’s parents, and the rest of the boys won’t be home until nine. It was only seven, and at a time like this, when the city normally roared with life, Woojin was glad he had enough space to organise his thoughts.

He entered a small bar, taking in the homely interior, the beige walls and brown leather couches, and the little stage in the middle with the spotlight off, like it hasn't been used in a while. It seemed like a local cafe more than anything, but regardless, the boy ordered himself a beer and sat down in one of the booths up against the wall.

The place was quiet, yet he felt the energy in it bouncing off his skin. A slow yet funky song played on the radio as the sound of glasses clinking and people letting out earnest laughs reached his ears, filling the small room to the brims with life.

He lost himself to his thoughts, the glass of golden liquid already half-empty by the time he heard clapping around the room. He saw a shadow pass by the stage, a guitar in hand as someone sat down on a lonely stool. You were still covered in darkness as the light bulb above your head remained off, and Woojin could not see your face.

He did, however, hear you sing, and this time, he lost himself in your voice. People swayed from side to side, your family smiling proudly, sitting closest to the stage, and something told Woojin that you were the soul that brought this place to life, painted the dull walls with all the colours of the rainbow and beyond. The words rolling off your tongue, sweet as candy, were foreign to him, and yet he understood everything, for music didn't need a language to be heard.

He ran his hand over the goosebumps on his skin, the harmony in your voice settling his racing heart. He didn't even notice when you stopped, the applause muffled by the heartbeat he felt thudding in his ears. They gave you the stage for three minutes, and you took him on a journey through your dreams and hopes. In the end, he could only hope you let him do it again.

As the bar started closing, Woojin was left with an empty glass and a longing for more. More of the drink, more of the music, and more of you.

Your family left a few minutes ago, letting you gather your things and run to the toilet before you had to go home. When you came back, straightening your shirt and grabbing your guitar, you noticed a small note on your table. Picking it up, you expected just about everything but the words written on it: 'your voice is heaven', with a number written underneath, and a small halos above the 'i's.

You felt warmth rush through your body, looking up just to catch the kind eyes of the man who sat in the booth lining the back wall. He sent a shy smile your way before disappearing behind the wall, and all you could do was press the inked paper against your ribcage, and feel you heart drumming against it.

Chan

The first time Chan met you was at a bus stop. He was on holidays with his family and within the first day, he realised public transport would be easier than walking everywhere. You always came a few minutes early, then compulsively checked your watch every half a minute or so. The watch was on your left hand, a leather bracelet on the other.

He met you at the bus stop almost every morning, and besides the two of you, there was only an older couple. The first time, he sat down on the bench and watched your figure until he got caught. You seemed to think nothing of it because you never noticed his staring from then onwards, and believe me, he's been staring a lot.

One fateful day, the bus was full, and you ended up gripping the orange bars for support as you stood in the moving vehicle. As it came to a halt at a red light, you stumbled on your feet and crashed your back against Chan's chest as the two of you nearly tumbled down. Thankfully, his hands gripped your waist and steadied you. You turned around, wanting to thank him, and didn't realise how short the distance between the two of you was until you could feel his breath brushing against your cheek.

"Thank you," you said, and Chan stood there mesmerised, thinking of how much more breathtaking you looked up close. The sun coming in through the windows changed the colours in your eyes and he could see the faint shadow of your eyelashes on your cheeks.

"Y-you're welcome," he stuttered out, looking down on the floor and hoping the blinding sun hid his flushed face.

You turned back around, the bus coming to a stop and you exited, smiling at the ground and thinking back to the handsome stranger. You knew him, of course, you weren't oblivious to your surroundings. He was the man sitting at the back seats of the bus during your daily commute. He was the blond that your friends heard about since the first day you met him at the bus stop, your regular day painted with an array of colours in an instant. Yet, you never spoke to him, and that day, you decided to change that.

The next day, you took your usual route to the bus stop, your face lighting up at the sight of the blond-haired boy. You cleared your throat, using up your last bit of courage to sit next to him and introduce yourself. You talked, that day and every day after that, for as long as he stayed.

Your mornings just got a hell lot more interesting.

Minho

You wiped the sweat from your forehead. You were falling ill right before Stray Kids’s big performance - your big performance. You had trained all your life for situations like these; to work in unity with the rest of the backup dancers and the idols themselves, and give the audience an unforgettable night.

You tightened the knot of your oversized tee and let out a cough, before hearing a knock on the doors of the practice room. Minho stood there, before walking in and offering you the water bottle in his hands. You gladly took it, albeit with hesitation, and drank up as much as you could, which - unsurprisingly enough - didn’t ease the tickling in your throat and you swallowed down the urge to keep coughing.

“Thank you,” you said and bowed, a weak but genuine gesture. There was so little strength in your body at this point that you were surprised you haven’t fainted yet.

“You should get some rest before tomorrow.” He put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, looking rather attractive as he did so.

You shook your head. There was no way you were crushing on an idol. You were just a replacement for one of his backup dancers that couldn’t be with them on their tour. Once this week was over, so would be your relationship; he would become an idol on the screen, and you, a nobody, again.

“So should you.”

“I will if you will.” You felt a smile spread across your face, and you fought hard to reduce it to a minimum.

You managed to give him a nod, pressing your lips into a thin line, and he took a long second before nodding back at you and leaving the room.

Once you were on your own, you let out a big sigh, running your hands down your face. Your heart was racing from the interaction.

You were in deep shit.

You felt your heart drum in your chest, muddling the sound of the music, so much you almost missed your cue to start dancing. The adrenaline running through your bloodstream kept you going until the song came to an end, and before you knew it, you were running on and off stage, before the show came to an end altogether.

Gathered around with some of the dancers you made friends with, you all congratulated each other with smiles adorning your faces: all your efforts finally paid off. As the last person left, you saw a figure coming your way; Minho was high fiving the other dancers that came his way before stopping in front of you.

You two were alone, and yet again, you felt your heartbeat speed up just at the sight of him.

“Well done,” he said softly.

“Thanks,” you replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, becoming timid in his presence. “Really, I should be-”

He cut you off by coming closer, the short distance between you two dangerous, as was the beating of your hearts and the heat coming from his skin. You felt it when his lips came inches apart from yours, and he only spared you a glance before tasting your lips, eyes closing off in pleasure.

He was sweet and salty, a perfect mix between what you loved and what you feared. He was a forbidden fruit but tasted so, so sweet, like sugar canes and cotton candy, and you felt like a child on Christmas day, your stomach exploding from all the butterflies.

But as soon as it started, it came to an end, and you were left with the bitter taste of heartbreak. You and Minho were two parallel lines, never meant to touch.

Changbin

"By the way, (y/n) is here," one of the workers said before walking out of Changbin's studio. The boy nodded his head, and once the room was empty, he took his shirt between his hands and moved it away from his skin, suddenly feeling hot and nervous.

He scrambled to get some mints, spraying some perfume into the room, then settled down and acted natural - as much as he could around you, anyway. He has been cooped up in here alone these past few hours; in fact, he spent most of the day here the past few weeks, working on some tracks as the deadlines Chan set him began approaching.

You, a fresh foreign artist, were helping him with a particular track. The first few sessions, you were just meant to help compose it until Jisung suggested you feature on the track, and - though reluctantly - you had agreed. Today, you were meant to polish it, then go to the recording studio together.

Hearing a knock on the door, Changbin panicked, noticing the food wraps and food containers littering the floor. You came over at the same time every Tuesday and Friday, and he still managed to be a mess right before you came.

You entered the small room, and Changbin hoped you haven't noticed the disaster on the carpeted floors. You have, but as usual, you didn't comment, and relief (as well as embarrassment) filled the boy.

"Hey. How are you today? Did you go over the lyrics I left?" you asked. Your Korean has noticeably improved ever since the two of you started working together. Now, you could hold a normal conversation, and whilst Changbin was glad he didn't have to deal with awkward silence, he was also aware that you could notice his nervousness around you.

He greeted you and complimented your work, making notes of the improvements he thought you should put in. Nodding, you sat next to him and took a pencil in your hand, scribbling on the sheet of paper you printed out before your last session.

Changbin's gaze travelled to the bottom lip trapped between your teeth, the intense look covering your features making his heart drop into his stomach. It was a heavy feeling, but pleasant nonetheless, even if the situation between you two was complicated. The two of you didn't particularly grow close; at the end of the day, when this song was done, he would go back to being the main rapper of Stray Kids, and you would go back to being the precious gemstone of your own country.

Without realising, he leaned forward until his shadow covered the white sheet of paper and startled you. His hot breath and proximity were all you could think of when you jumped back, perplexed at his behaviour.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," he mumbled, picking up the pens you dropped. You stared at his flushed cheeks, at his eyebrow piercing and his lips, pulled into a thin line.

"Don't be." And at that moment, you threw away all your worries and precautions, leaning in to capture his lips in a short, chaste kiss. You didn't have time to breathe, because as soon as you pulled away, he pulled you back in, never tired of the way you tasted.

Without knowing what this meant for you two, you let yourself get lost in each other.

Hyunjin

Escaping the humidity outside, he entered the cafe, breathing in the scent of freshly baked blueberry muffins. He knew he had to try one, but not before getting a hot beverage to warm up his body. He came up to the counter, looking up at the menu hang up on the wall, reading through the variety of drinks they had. Finally, he made up his mind and opened his mouth to tell the cashier his order, when he met your eyes and froze in place.

"What can I get you?" you asked in a cheery voice.

"I-um...I-" His eyes darted between you and the menu, and his order suddenly vanished from his head, and the only thing that occupied it was your bright smile. "C-Coffee," he mumbled, even though he wasn't a huge coffee fan. He really just couldn't come up with another answer.

After you made his order, you called out his name and handed him the cup with a smile, and he nearly dropped the drink on the ground.

Although he was hoping he would never have to embarrass himself like that again, his stay was much longer than he anticipated, and your place was the warmest and friendliest coffee shop he has ever been in, and so he found himself coming back each time. And each time, his brain short-circuited and he ordered the same cup of that damn, bitter, disgusting coffee, even if he couldn't stand the taste.

On his last day, right before his train back home, he came into the shop one last time, a smile forcing his way onto his lips even though he was sad about leaving. You were working, keeping yourself busy with customers, the same bright expression on your face as always.

Hyunjin came up to the counter, but before he could open his mouth, you said, "I  know," and disappeared to make his coffee.

He thanked you once he got it, bringing the cup to his lips to taste the bitterness one last time, trying to savour the taste that he despised so much, but the sweetness on his tongue caught him off guard.

"Hmm?" He made a funny face, prompting a giggle out of you.

"I know you hate coffee. You can't hide that grimace on your face very well," you explained, leaning your elbows on the countertop.

"Oh." He nodded, taking another sip and sighing in content. Then, he noticed the scribble on the white paper, a set of digits along with your name. "Oh."

He looked at you, confused. You sent him a wink before greeting another customer. Hyunjin blushed, stumbling out of the shop, his body now hot not just from the beverage he held in his hands, but also from the enounter, and the chance of meeting you again.

Jisung

"Mr Han, I'm glad to see you here. Could you show the new transfer student around? You speak English, don't you?"

Jisung felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. After a night of cramming for the exam that was cancelled at the last minute, he didn't want to deal with any people. Any other day would be fine, just not today.

He nodded his head, knowing that he wouldn't win the argument with his teacher. "Oh, they're here," the man said, leaving Jisung behind to greet you.

Wow, you were...really attractive, actually, the teenager found himself thinking, his hands going up to straighten his collar and brush the invisible dust off his pants. On his way to you, he looked in the window and ran his fingertips through his hair to flatten any baby hairs that fell out of place.

"Hi, I'm Jisung!" he exclaimed, sticking his hand out.

"(Y/n)," you muttered, rather shyly. You hated moving schools, but moving countries was even worse. The principal told Jisung something, but everything passed over your head. You were never going to fit in; the thought, although involuntary, saddened you.

"Hey, don't be sad," Jisung said, placing his hands under your chin and lifting it up, and at the speed of light, as if just realising his actions, he pulled away, laughing nervously.

That day, he showed you around, and though he was a strange person, you've grown to like him. He laughed easily and smiled frequently. His eyes twinkled when he showed you certain places and you imagined they must have meant a lot to him. He talked fast and his English was too good for someone who learnt it for such a short period of time, and sometimes, you were certain he was better than you. He was your only friend, and even though he tried introducing you to some of his friends, you never felt as close to them as you did to him.

It was the last day of school and your father was waiting for you in his car. Jisung waved at him, smiling up at you as you stood on the steps leading to the place you two met for the first time. The sun shone in your eyes and your beauty was blinding, and he couldn't help but let his smile widen as he thought of the entire summer that he would spend with you. Maybe, just maybe, he would finally get the courage to confess.

He noticed the way you played with straps of your backpack and bit your lip until it bled. "You okay?" He hesitated before asking, afraid of the answer.

"I'm moving away," you rushed the answer, already having delayed it a few days.

"You're what now?" he asked, incredulous.

"I'm sorry, Jisung. It's...my dad got his old job back in my country. Seeing as it's just the two of us here, I can't exactly stay. I tried changing his mind but I'm afraid I can't do anything to make him stay. I'm sorry."

You pushed yourself forward, enveloping him in a hug as he felt his hands go numb, unable to hug you back. You let a stray tear fall down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, leaving no trace, and pushing yourself off of him.

You looked at him, expecting something, a goodbye, a protest, a response of any kind, but your ears and eyes were left with nothing but silence and the look of emptiness on Jisung's face.

"You're really leaving?" he finally muttered, receiving a nod in response. You squeezed his hand, dragging your feet towards your father's car, knowing that Jisung'd reply would come in a text, but you would already be thousands of miles away from him.

Jisung stood alone on the school steps, students leaving the facility with excitement flooding their veins, and all Jisung could think about was that he fell for you, and he fell hard, for the person who was never meant to stay.

Felix

For Felix, it was love at first sight. You walked into the cafe on a Saturday afternoon, and the light followed you inside, casting a shadow on the wooden floor, your eyes glimmering with such child-like wonder and innocence that Felix couldn't help but be blinded by them, and he fell for you as easily as he fell asleep that night, thoughts still drifting back to you.

You were there every Monday, Friday, and Saturday, around the same time depending on the day. Mondays and Fridays you would order something with caffeine in it, and on the weekend, walking in wearing something short and breathable, sweat rolling down your forehead on certain days, you would get an iced tea.

You always brought your own cup for the beverage, and the barista must have known you because he never really asked for the order, like there was some silent understanding between you two.

The freckled boy seated by the window wished he had that with you. In the end, he was very well aware that he was just a stranger to you, and, end of the summer come, he would never see you again.

Felix sighed, staring into his empty cup. He spent the last twenty minutes getting distracted by your beauty and had to drink a cold coffee as a result. In his mind, it was a good choice to make. Just like every other choice he made concerning you. It was pathetic, he knew, but he couldn't help it any more than he could help sneezing, or yawning, or getting hungry.

One day he decided to go for it and talk to you. Perhaps it was stupidity. Perhaps blind hope. Maybe even reckless bravery. But after downing the rest of his (hot) coffee, and wincing as his tongue burned, he made his way towards your table.

You were sitting with a pair of glasses perched up on your nose, head buried in a giant book as your eyes scanned the pages before making notes in a notebook. He noticed your pen changed; now it was a standard one, the ink blue, as opposed to the multi-coloured one you always used.

His feet carried him towards your table until he was just a few steps away from you, but his view was obstructed by denim. Your focused face burst into a smile worth gold and you leaned up on your hands to plant a kiss on another boys' lips. He smiled, too, and sat across from you, making a joke about how you will die with a book in your hands.

Felix watched the scene unfold behind a screen, time stopping in place. You reached out for his heart and squeezed it hard until it bled love. The pain spread to every inch of his body and he wished the beating in his ears stopped for just a moment so he could collect himself, calm his breathing and clear his head.

His love died, and you didn't care. His heart shattered, and you walked past the pieces like they were nothing but trash. You broke his heart without even knowing his name. His world crumbled, and life went on. And he knew he had to go on, even if it hurt like hell.

Seungmin

Seungmin swiped his finger across the screen of his camera. If he imagined long enough, it's almost like he was touching you in real life, but he knew how pathetic that sounded. He took the picture of you sitting on a bench, doodling in a notebook, this morning. Your image lingered in the lens, never to come to life the way Seungmin wished it would.

With a sigh, he pressed a few buttons, deleting the photograph. He already felt creepy enough as it is, coming to the park and taking pictures of you.

Well, a picture.

The first one was an accident, he swore to Chan when he asked him about it. He was trying to get a good shot of some flowers on the trees, but the camera zoomed in on you in the background at the last second. You were by a lake, feeding ducks. That evening, as he was going through the roll, deleting the many unsuccessful photographs, he stumbled upon that one. With a heavy heart, after a few minutes of staring and admiring, he deleted that one too.

He found himself at the park quite often, and sometimes, you were there too. And sometimes, he would take a picture of you, something to remember you by, but would end up getting rid of the evidence the same night.

He was too shy to ever even talk to you, and the one time you caught his gaze when both of you were in the corner shop, he turned away with a beet red face.

On the last day of his stay, Seungmin couldn't believe he's gone almost two weeks without exchanging so much as a word with you, and now it was his turn to leave. He was the first one ready, his duffle bag gripped in his hand. He dropped in by the shop to get some sweets for the journey, reaching his hand out to grab a bag of jelly beans, when the door opened and someone bumped into him. He looked up, making brief eye-contact with you, painfully aware of his racing heart.

"Sorry," you said, catching his eye. You sent him a small smile, recognising him from the park, looking down when his proximity made your face hot. "I like your shoes," you added, making your way to the back of the shop before Seungmin could even reply.

Dazed, he made his way out of the shop without buying anything, and got into the coach that would take him and the rest of the members back home.

He took his camera into his hands, going through his pictures and stopping on the last one taken. It was of the sunset, and yet, you still made an appearance, running a hand through your hair. He lingered on it for a second, but the vehicle started moving, and he knew it was too late now to do anything. He knew that he couldn't keep that picture forever, not even in his heart.

Finally, he pressed delete.

Jeongin

"Why are we getting new students at the end of the year?" your friend and designated seatmate whispered to you as you saw the two new guys enter your classroom. It was a mixed group, so who knows what ages they were. Even you and your friend, Chae, were a year apart.

You looked up from your history book, this time taking longer to inspect the fresh meat. They were both wearing simple clothes and had backpacks slung lazily over their shoulders. They were speaking words between themselves, in a language you didn't understand, and in a hushed tone that didn't let you pick up on any phrases.

"Class," your teacher said in a gentle manner, only needing to tap her pen on the whiteboard before the class tuned into her voice, "these are the transfer students I mentioned a few weeks back. They're both from South Korea on an exchange program, until the end of the year. Bear with if you can't communicate well, I'm sure it will come with time. I hope everyone will be on their best behaviour." She directed her gaze towards Eric at the end, who only threw her a peace sign in response.

You must have missed that time she mentioned an exchange program. You must have also missed the past two years in this school, because you didn't know it was an annual affair.

You shared a look with your friend as she shrugged her shoulders. Without further ado, you watched for a second as the students sat down, then went back to your textbook.

With only two weeks before the school year ended, and over five since the exchange students came, preparations for exams were the only thing on your mind as of lately. You adjusted the straps on your backpack and hurried to the rented library room your study group took place in. It consisted of ten people total, because Chae had trouble saying no to people.

Hyunjin and Jeongin, the two exchange students, were there too. They adapted rather quickly, albeit both were shy people. You tried conversing a few times, sometimes even successfully, but you were far from friends, and they were leaving soon anyway. They were nice people, though.

"Stop staring." You heard Hyunjin hiss, nudging his friend.

They sat with Eric, who just mumbled, "lovesick fool", before getting back to his studies. You weren't sure if the boy understood but based on his beet-red face, he most likely did.

Shaking your head, you also went back to your textbooks, but as you opened the covers, the printed words were covered with a bright red envelope with your name written in cursive.

Your face became as red as the envelope - or at least that's what it felt like - and you quickly took the letter out of your textbook and placed it into your bag, careful not to fold the edges.

These letters, though anonymous, were very precious to you. They started coming about three weeks ago, every school day without a fail. Albeit written in broken English, they were beautiful and comforting, and never failed to make you flustered.

You continued as if nothing happened until the study session finished and everybody went home. As you were packing up your things, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, so light that you could've missed it. You turned around to see Jeongin looking at you with a timid expression.

"Yes?" you asked, returning to packing up.

"Did you..the letter?" he asked, panic rising like bile in his throat. He has never been this nervous; it was almost enough to activate his fight-or-flight response.

"Did...wait- Were you the one that left it? Love letter? Red envelope?" All that the boy in question could do was nod his head. "Wow, I'm...thank you."

Speechless. Flattered. Grateful. Not sure how to react because perhaps I find you cute as well but you're leaving in two weeks and a long-distance relationship between two people who don't speak each other's languages could never work even though I would be willing to try - were all the things you could have said instead but you didn't. You weren't sure if they mattered anyway because the boy left as quickly as he appeared, leaving you alone and disappointed. You wanted something more, but alas, it was too crazy to happen.

With that, you left home as well. Your preparations lasted the next two weeks, and after the exams finished, your school threw a little get-together to say goodbye to the exchange students, as well as all the memories they made in your school.

Even though you were exhausted after the exams, you went, knowing that this will be your last chance to see Jeongin. He deserved a proper goodbye after all.

You came up to the boy, watching Eric squeeze the life out of him, and making him promise to call at least once a week.

"Hi," you said, and watched a blush rise to his cheeks as he smiled bashfully. You slipped him a piece of paper, then grabbed his shirt to pull him closer, whispering in his ear, "Don't you dare forget about me."

And with one last burst of confidence, you placed a kiss on his cheek before fleeing the scene, leaving Jeongin to calm his racing heart.

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The Witchers Mate- Chapter 2

Brightwater was a large town hanging upon the end of the coast, surrounded by an impenetrable forest, a solid defence from the raging war. Yet, the quaint town nestled a busy port that never slept bringing new trader at every hour possible and with it more money and new faces. That was till the attacks started. At first, they were few a far between, a stray villager wandering off in the forest ripped apart by a bear, a dock worker having to be butchered by bandits in the dead of night, a couple of merchants devoured by a pack of wolves. The excuses came in thick and fast; people did not know what to believe. A monster was within the only thing that could attack in the dead of night before slipping back into the darkness unseen. In the last month, 13 people had been attacked at the claws of the creature. Men, women and children, the thing held no prejudiced, it disembowelled any that crossed its path without care or mercy. Even in the light of day, people seemed to hover in the doorways on their houses as they watched their children play, fear ever-present in their mind.

Though the mass of houses and business Adva stared out from a crooked window as she watched children play on the cobbled stones. Bone knuckles seemed to be a favourite, as they giggled on the patch of mud that they had drawn a pitch, they seemed so carefree and light-hearted in the face of so much death, an element that Adva had become far too familiar with. A pained groan broke her thoughts, turning a young girl coughed and spluttered her way to consciousness. The child was one of the latest victims, found barely alive among her family, a father and a heavy pregnancy mother. Adva cooed and shhhhed as the girl began to struggle against the grips of the healing spell. A pale, freckled thing with stringy red hair that looked more like a doll than a child, she hadn’t moved in 3 days since she was bought to the healer’s hut in the dead of night. The victim’s blood was tainted with some toxin, seeping into every cell and draining their energy, teetering them on the edge of death. Adva had filled the room with the heavy incense of rosemary and nettles that burned wildly behind her, a bitter and unpleasant smell, but a necessary one to purify the blood and the body. The damage to the tiny body had been significant- three deep gashes on the side of her body, but they were clean and smooth, easy to bind and tend. The man on the bed next to the small child had not been so lucky; his back had been ripped apart, jiggered and raw. It had taken all three of healers to rescue the man from the grips of death. It took several minutes to calm the child and redress the bandages before Adva tucked her tenderly into the bed.

Sighing, Adva pulled herself up and over to the water butt next to the door and ladle the cold water into her parched mouth.

‘Adva!!!! Vivian sent me to get you! The Witcher arrived! Exciting, isn’t it?’ a bright-eyed woman squicked, sending the wooden ladle clattering to the floor. Adva harshly shushed the women as she pulled the shutter across the makeshift sleeping quarters. Originally, the healer’s hut was abandoned for most of the year, used when a bout of fever or illness passed through which was few and far between. When the devil arrived at their door, the city was not prepared, no official healer and no stock of potions, tinctures or bandages. The people of Brightwater went to either Cersi or Tradi for their aliments, those who could not afford them went to Adva. The hut was now depleted and not fit to house the injured citizen and certainly not with a shrill woman bursting in on her.

‘Very… the sooner this thing is sent back to whatever hole it crawled out of but keep your voice down. It has been a hard night; you wake them, you will kill them.’ Adva scolded lightly.

Nesta of Perth was a good-hearted woman but one too fond of gin and pleasure of men, well as long as they gave her the fee of course. By the smell of it she had already been at the bottle, and the state of hair suggested that she had already been at her other vice. Once upon a time, she had been the daughter of a noble but upon finding the pleasure of the flesh, her life had taken a different turning from the expectation of being a wife and mother. Now she was a whore and a harlot, but a very well paid one at that. Nesta beauty was stunning, a pixie nose on a heart-shaped face, intense green eyes framed by feathered lash toped of the layered locks of mahogany hair. She looked younger than her years, could easily pass for a blushing virgin of 16, her body slender and firm with large breast openly on display in a tight corset dress of fine satin.

‘If they can sleep peacefully through Tradi’s righteous rants and monologues they can sleep through me, getting a little bit excited about this devilishly handsome Witcher. Bela saw him going into the Lord's manor, says he looks like a god, tall and broad. Exactly my type. Let's go see him together.’ Nesta pleaded with an adorable look on her face as she clutched at of Adva’s hands.

‘Anything that breaths is your type. I can’t leave…I need to make sure they are okay.’ The healer spoke softly.

‘It won’t do. Vivian has ordered me to bring you. The Witcher is to stay at the Tavern; I think the Lord doesn’t want any funny business so had paid for everything, even ourselves, Viv need you back… she was angry you weren’t back last night, she wants all of us ready and waiting. I, for one, will only be too happy to supply it, I’m sure he might even be persuaded to have a nibble at you, god knows you can use the coin, I don’t know how you live. Working as a maid, singing and healing are never going to make you have a comfortable life. Why not let Viv auction off your virginity, she might even get that Witcher to buy it, I'm sure he needs to be entertained.’

‘Speak for yourself, if he wants to be entertained, he can do it with the girls that are already there. I have told you and Viv before. Besides I cannot leave, there will be no one to look after them.’ Adva rolled her eyes at her friend, gods she loved her, but they wouldn’t be more different. Nesta sort out the intention of men and Adva avoided them.

The Mahogany whore rolled her eyes and wandered over a large chest of draws and settled upon it, skirts riding immorally high. ‘I thought Tradi was supposed to be taking over from you? How come you still here?’

‘He didn’t turn up, but his only a day late. You know how he doesn’t like to be pulled away from his crafting.’ Adva laughed as she watched her friend dangle her to fit in the air, like the child who watched their mother flit around her kitchen.

‘Well, then it lucky for you Cersi was in the town centre with Viv. She sent Tradi off with a flea in his ear; I saw him matching across the square with a sour expression on his face, not that he has any other expression…’ Nesta laughed, and Adva could not help but join in. Tradi was an unbearable ponce but good at his craft which made him bearable, especially to the recent violent epidemic.

Their merriment was cut short when the door burst open, and a man appeared at the door. A deep stubble graced his face giving him a defined look; some would call him handsome, other beautiful but it was hard to take in his exquisite feature with an ugly look of annoyance that stained his face. Once a prominent sorcerer at the court of powerful kings but no reduced to being a simple town mage, cast off from the guild. Tradi didn’t acknowledge them but marched pas and ripped open the shutters.

‘I take it from Cersi insistent demand that I come a relieve you; you have managed to kill someone. Can we not leave you alone for more than a day before you go running for help. No wonder Lord Fagen refused to send you to Lodge of Sorceresses.’

Adva glanced at Nesta who gave a silent snort as she hopped off the draws and straightened her skirts before grabbing a corse grey cloak and slipping it around the healer's shoulders and raising the hooded against the bitter weather outside.

‘It was soooo nice of you to come and relieve Adva, even though it's your dicking turn, so graceful of you.’ Nesta snapped sarcastically, weaving the healer to the door, ignoring the mages murderous gaze.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Nesta walked through the streets of the town, dirt had already covered an inch of her new embroidered dress, as she jumped over a rather large muddy puddle she observed her friend as Adva tugged her grey cloak tighter around her body. It was a shame that she didn’t want to become one of the girls at the tavern, Adva reminded her of the old pictures that her father would collect, classically beautiful, ethereal, Vivien would joke that if one was to look too deeply into Adva eyes, they would drown in the limpid pool lost forever. It was a tale the madam would purr into the ear of travelling merchant to entice them to relieve their pockets of the coin, Sirens of Brightwater she would call them, for Adva she wondered if that was true. Often, late at night, when the toil of the day was done, men snoring safely upstair, balls empty and stomachs full, Nesta would trot downstairs for a nightcap and her and the other girls would sometimes keep Adva company as she tended to positions or prepared balm and ointments for the customers of the tavern. In those nights sometimes she found herself staring into Adva’s eyes finding herself lost, waking only when the spell lifted. Sometimes time she would be talking to the group in the kitchen then find herself in her room, standing in darkness with no idea how she got there and not a drop of gin had passed her lips.

The tavern whore dodged a pie seller as he barged through her calling his wares, the city centre had never seemed so busy, families lined up the street and women leaned out of windows, even the respectable ones seem to be dangerously dangling their assets for all the world to see, Nesta was sure that word of the Witcher rugged good looks would spread fast. For the most part, Adva seemed to be unaware, her hood shielded most of her vision, but something hung heavy in the air, and it was not the pies, something different, an earthy smell, spiced with something Adva could not put her finger on. The young healer followed her friend as she marched with determination through the thickening crowd. With a sigh of relief, Adva pushed her way through to Cersi who stood a fair distance from the podium; she was smiling up at the stand, a genuine smile then lit up her face, a shine that was on equal to the diamonds that adorned her neck.

‘Adva! I am glad to see Tradi final relieved you of your post. Vivian has been frantic with a need for your tender manner. It seems Vivian isn’t as good a cook like you, my dear.’ Cersi beamed as she held her hand out in a greeting.

Adva could not help but smile up at the woman; she had an infectious good nature. But there was an odd edge in her eyes, a deep concern with an unwavering gaze but her curiosity was diverted by Vivian the raven heard temptress.

‘And why should I be? I have made my way in life on my back in the bedroom, not on my feet in the kitchen.’ Vivian bite out appeared through the crowd and standing next to her. ‘Once this wretched place gets of that… thing, the order will be restored and business as usual. How are you, Adva? You look tired.’ Vivian asked tenderly. ‘Soon you’ll be back with us, might even help take some coin from the Witcher.’

Vivian was a middle-aged woman, the bloom of youth had withered and died long ago, but still, she was considered a handsome woman. The fine lines that were carved into her face had not detracted from her beauty. Always wrapped in corn gold cotton, hair curled and placed into an elegant top do — a mother figure to the girls but a first and foremost a businesswoman.

Adva smiled at the women before observing the crowd who were captivated by the podium, nudging each other and whispering, eyes darted toward the wooden structure in the middle of the square. Fagen Brightwater looked on at the crowd, while one of his guards whispered in his ear. Adva eyes glided over to the bulking figure next to the lord; he was clearly several inches taller than the rest of the men, a set of broad shoulders and muscles that strained against leather amour and fitted tight against his body. Tanned skin glowed against the dull figure flowing hair of purest white and glowing amber eyes. A violent vibration took over her mind, and an immense pressure gathered at the bridge of her nose, the feeling overwhelmed her sense to the point she was only slightly aware that Lord Fagen had begun to address the crowd.

Blinking rapidly Adva tried to clear her mind of the dense fog that seems to decent upon her, in slow motion, her eyes followed his eyes as they scanned the hoard of villages with an intense gaze. Pulling her hood down, Adva’s could now see the full figure of the Witcher, as soon as the hood fell the golden orb zeroed in on her as he inhaled deeply, his chest rolling primally. The penetrating scrutiny of the Witcher’s stare forced the curly-haired healer to cast her eyes downward. There was a heavy air that surrounded her that made her dizzy; she felt drunk; her body felt light and lethargic.

‘Adva…. Adva’ a voice called in the distance.

Raising her vibrant aquamarine eyes, they meet the warm brown of Vivian’s eyes. ‘Gods she is dead on her feet. Nesta takes her back to the tavern. Get her to bed straight away. No arguing, she needs to be at her best, the Witcher will be at work tonight, we best be prepared.’

Nesta looked at her friend with a critical eye, she looked half-stunned, it surprised everyone when she led the girl away without any defiance, Adva was too dazed to argue and let herself be led through the crowd without a sound or a glance back at the golden orbs.

‘Interesting.’ Cersi cooed as she continues to watch the Lord give his rousing speech about unity and the promise of the swift and bloody revenge at the hand of Geralt of Rivia, who remained stoic and deep in thought, but the tell-tell signs of deep shock where his wide eyes as he looked on ignoring the confused annoyance of his companion.

‘Interesting? More annoying…Curse that Tradi, if he had followed the agreement Adva wouldn’t be so frazzled she looks like she had been run over by a cart. Look I need to get back, sort this shit storm out, can you keep the Witcher entertain for a couple of hours, take him to the healer's hut, take him to the armoury, take him to the god damn beauty parlour if need be, just keep him out the way till I sort out this shit show.’ Vivian growled as she marched off after the girls.

Cersi rolled her eyes at the furious madam’s panic and continued to watch the Lord's epic speech that finished with a flourish. The crowd cheered and applauded and departed happily singing out their praise and love for the Witcher and Fagen, even the chorus of Toss a Coin to Your Witcher could be heard as the peasants made their way to their home in preparation for the night to come. A night of barring their windows and hiding under the tables.

‘Ahhhh Geralt. Long-time no sees. We have much to discuss.’ Cersi purred brushing invisible threads of her cuff as she smiled at her old friend.

‘Hmmm’

‘Hello pretty lady. I am Jaskier, Geralt’s personal bard. Can I interest you in a drink?’

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Perth dog hair cuts

Dog grooming is more than just about bathing and clipping your dog's nails. Pet grooming can help you create a bond with your dog that you wouldn't otherwise have the ability to discover in one sitting. As you groom your dog, he or she will quickly become excited and revel in the eye of a well-groomed dog. There are some items which are just"for show" and aren't practical at all - a classic case of this is a hair straightener, that look great on display, but can cause plenty of damage if it is handled carelessly. Other items are clearly utilised in the company for performance and will be used quite effectively, but aren't designed for everyday use, and could probably do with a little TLC to maintain their professional appearance. You will learn which areas have the best nits, and which have the worst of bad breath. Get in the habit of thoroughly cleansing those stains before you shampoo him. In order to be considered for grooming, your dog needs to be healthy and never show any signs of illness or have abnormal behaviours. Although some breeds require more care than others, most do. Any dog that is healthy enough to be spayed or neutered can benefit from regular grooming. There are many benefits of hiring professional dog groomers for your dog grooming. However, the only downfall of this sort of service is that it will take plenty of time and effort. If you simply want your dog to look good and clean, then you can either hire professional dog groomers or you can do it all on your own. Some of the hair styles also include tuck-tails and those with little muffs. When choosing the hair style for your dog, you have to consider the dog's breed, the size of its head, and the sort of dog. Grooming also gives your dog and you a break from all of the"doggie" chores around the house. One pet groomer reported that after he stopped dressing, he had a lot of free time to relax and read the newspaper. Not only will you have more time to enjoy your home, however you will also have a chance to feel less guilty. In fact, pet grooming can also be relaxing and fun in the event you provide your dog with a great deal of interaction. If you're looking for a way to make your dog look more adorable at the same time, consider taking him to a dog grooming salon where he could have all sorts of pet fashion cuts on his body. Yes, there are dog groomers who have taken to giving dogs their personal styling tips, and you'll find the most attractive results once your dog's groomer is ready to reveal them to you. Some of the hair designs also have tuck-tails and people with little muffs. When choosing the hair style to your dog, you must take into account the dog's breed, the size of its head, and the sort of dog. A word of warning about professional pet stylers. These tend to be expensive models but they will last quite a long time and they'll provide for long-lasting outcomes. You shouldn't use the shampoo on the dogs at pet shops. They'll damage the jacket and they can lead to skin irritation. The Most Important feature is that you will need to be sensitive to your dog. If you can do this, then you can help your dog to understand your needs. You'll also be able to assist your dog in order to satisfy his or her requirements. The eight characteristic that you ought to have is that you ought to be a great judge of who is a good dog groomer and who's not. This means that you will need to have the ability to build a relationship with other dog groomers. Don't get scared when going to the dog groomer. It's still fun for both of you. At exactly the exact same time, you will need to be certain that you'll be able to receive the best grooming tips from the groomer.

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Keratin Treatments for Your Smoother, Straighter Hair

Keratin treatments have become increasingly popular over the past decade as an effective way to smooth, relax, and straighten curly or wavy hair. The main active ingredient in these treatments is keratin, a fibrous protein that is naturally found in hair, skin, and nails. When applied properly, a keratin treatment can make hair look and feel softer, shinier, and easier to style for 2-4 months.

How Do Keratin Treatments Work?

Keratin treatments typically involve applying a formulated keratin solution to the hair and then using a flat iron to seal it in and smooth the hair cuticle. The heat from the iron helps the keratin bond to and penetrate the hair strands. This helps fill in gaps and micro-fissures in the hair cuticle caused by damage from styling, sun exposure, chemical processing, or other factors. 

The end result is hair that looks smoother, frizz-free, and straighter. However, keratin treatments are not permanent straightening like a relaxer. They simply relax the natural curl pattern and make hair more manageable. The effects last until the keratin bonds naturally break down and are washed away over time. Treatments generally need to be repeated every 2-4 months to maintain the results.

Benefits of Keratin Hair Treatments

There are many potential benefits to getting a professional keratin hair treatment, such as:

Smoother, frizz-free hair - Keratin fills in damaged areas in the hair cuticle and makes hair look sleeker.

Straighter, more manageable hair - Keratin treatments relax curls and waves to straighten or loosen the curl pattern.

Less time styling - The smoother hair texture cuts down on blow drying and styling time.

Lasting results - Effects can last up to 4 months with proper at-home care.

Works on all hair types - Keratin treatments are safe and effective on straight, curly, wavy, coiled, and tightly curled hair. The results may vary depending on the curl pattern.

Repairs damage - Keratin fills in gaps in the hair cuticle caused by chemical, heat, or environmental damage.

Protective barrier - The keratin coating helps protect against future damage from styling and UV rays.

Boosts shine and softness - Keratin makes the hair cuticle smooth to increase light reflection and softness.

The top brands used by salons for keratin straightening treatments include Brazilian Blowout, Keratin Complex, Global Keratin, and Keratin Treatment Perth. These professional-grade products produce consistent, long-lasting results when applied properly by a trained stylist. At-home keratin treatment kits are also available but the results are generally shorter-lived.

The Keratin Treatment Process

Getting a salon keratin treatment is a multi-step process that usually takes 1-2 hours from start to finish:

Consultation - The stylist will assess your hair's condition, texture, and curl pattern and recommend the appropriate formulation and method.

Cleansing - Hair is shampooed and conditioned to prepare it for the treatment.

Blow drying - Hair is thoroughly dried to avoid steam from damp hair affecting the treatment.

Application - The keratin solution is brushed evenly through clean, dry sections of hair until fully coated.

Sealing - A flat iron set to a high heat between 380-450°F is run over each section to seal in the keratin and straighten the hair.

Neutralizing - A neutralizer solution is applied and rinsed out to complete the process.

Styling - The hair is styled straight and smooth to showcase the finished results.

Maintenance Tips

To maintain the smooth, straight results from a keratin treatment for as long as possible:

Wait 2-4 days before washing hair to allow the keratin bonds to fully set.

Use sulfate-free shampoo and cold water when washing to extend the life of the treatment.

Avoid chlorine, salt water, and sweat which can cause the keratin bonds to break down faster. 

Use a clarifying shampoo once a week to remove product buildup.

Apply a daily keratin-infused conditioning treatment.

Avoid putting hair in tight ponytails or buns.

Use heat protectant spray when heat styling and minimize the use of hot tools.

Get a touch-up treatment after 2-4 months.

Potential Side Effects

When properly done by a trained professional, keratin treatments are safe for most people. However, there are some potential side effects to be aware of:

Formaldehyde - Older keratin treatments used high levels of formaldehyde. Newer formulations use alternatives for less risk of irritation.

Flat, lifeless hair - If the hair is overprocessed, too much keratin can make it look limp or limp.

Damage - High heat can damage hair if the iron is too hot or moved too slowly through sections.

Frizzy regrowth - New growth at the roots may revert back to natural texture and frizz until the next treatment.

Skin or eye irritation - Some people may experience mild redness or itching from the keratin solution if it gets on the scalp or skin.

Overall, keratin treatments offer an effective way to smooth, relax, and straighten curly hair for long-lasting results. When done properly, they can make hair more manageable without permanent straightening or damage. Consult a professional stylist to determine if a treatment is right for your hair type and texture.

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Perth dog hair cuts

Then you will want to get down into the"dirty" parts of their dog, and start removing any loose fur or flakes which might be hiding behind the eyes. These are known as fleas, and they are a significant cause of discomfort for the dog. The best way to remove them is to just wipe them off with a towel. If your dog is older, you might wish to consider using particular flea-removal shampoo, which are available at most pet shops. All pet owners who own a dog should know about the need to use organic methods for grooming their pets. If you already have a grooming business, then this article will give you some useful suggestions on grooming a dog on your own store. Before you get your own dog, it's extremely important that you are positive that your pet is in great shape. If your dog is not in good shape, then you won't be able to properly clean your dog. Dog grooming is very important and it doesn't just help your pet look great, it is going to save you a lot of money and time in the long term. You can easily save as much as 80% by using a groomer. Here are some essential tips to groom your dog. If you are not getting the dog groomed properly, you will soon have your pet suffering with ill-behaved behaviour and you might even find him dead in the streets. If you follow these grooming tips, you can ensure a better life for your dog. The Most Importantly characteristic that you need to have is the ability to work effectively with other people. This means that you need to be able to work effectively with different people in order to improve your communication skills and your ability to influence the way other people respond to your dog. The Most Importantly feature is that you will need to be an excellent judge of who is a fantastic groomer and who's not. This is a really important aspect because there are so many dog groomers which do not have any training and can't judge other people properly. That means that the individual they are grooming won't be able to communicate effectively with their dog and they will not be able to have a fantastic relationship with the dog. There are some items that are just"for show" and are not practical at all - a classic case of this is a hair straightener, that look great on display, but can cause plenty of damage if it is handled carelessly. Other items are clearly utilised in the company for performance and will be used quite efficiently, but aren't designed for everyday use, and could probably do with a little TLC to keep their professional appearance. You can even change the colors of your dog's coat by applying dyes. The most common dyes used for puppies are silver, chocolate, black, red, brown, cinnamon, mustard, fawn, silver, yellow, beige, pink, blue, or orange. If you have a dog and are considering purchasing a grooming tool, then read this article as I will share with you some Dog Grooming Tips. It's your responsibility to take care of your dog and make sure he looks good. After you've brushed your dog, let it dry naturally. However, should you not have a towel nearby, you can place a folded towel in a plastic bag and place it in the air duct. Use the fan on the restroom to be able to speed up the drying process. Do not place the towel in the freezer, as this can cause your dog to freeze. The grooming of your pet can be a lot of fun if you do it with your dog's approval. Because of this, many dog groomers are a great deal more relaxed when performing a proper dog grooming session with their dog. They will rarely ever remove any skin with the brush or will use the identical gentle brush to brush the coat to remove the excess. Dog grooming tips are to be given to a dog that hasn't been groomed. It's for the exact same reason as the Dog Groomers doesn't take the dogs for a regular bath and polish them. It is much better to give the puppy a regular bath and give it a polish every month or two. When deciding on a grooming professional for your puppy, ensure that you take the time to find one who can address your dog's personality. Because of that, you would like to select someone with the right temperament to make the job easier.

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Hair Botox or Keratin Treatment: Which Delivers Superior Results?

When it comes to achieving silky, manageable hair, two treatments often take center stage: Hair Botox and Keratin Treatments. At Chilli Couture, Perth’s leading organic hair salon, we offer these popular services to help you choose the perfect option for your hair.

What is a Keratin Hair Treatment?

Keratin Hair Treatment Keratin Hair Treatment, also known as a keratin smoothing treatment, is celebrated for its ability to smooth and straighten hair. This treatment infuses keratin—a natural protein found in hair—into your strands, resulting in a sleek, frizz-free appearance. Ideal for those seeking a long-lasting hair straightening solution without harsh chemicals, Keratin Treatment offers a transformative experience.

What is a Botox Hair Treatment?

Botox Hair Treatment Botox Hair Treatment, on the other hand, is a deep conditioning treatment designed to repair damaged hair. It fills gaps in the hair fibers, restoring lost proteins and giving your hair a rejuvenated look. This treatment is perfect for eliminating frizz while adding volume and shine, making it ideal for anyone looking to revive their hair without altering its natural structure.

Keratin vs. Botox: Which One is Right for You?

Hair Goals: If your aim is straight, sleek hair, a Keratin Hair Treatment at Chilli Couture in Perth might be your best bet. For those focused on repairing damage while achieving a voluminous look, Botox Hair Treatment may deliver better results.

Treatment Lifespan: Keratin treatments typically last between 2-5 months, depending on hair type and care, while Botox treatments may require more frequent visits to the salon for maintenance.

Chemical Considerations: At Chilli Couture, our Keratin and Botox treatments are selected for their natural ingredients, minimizing exposure to harsh chemicals. However, it’s important to note that Keratin treatments may contain ingredients that release formaldehyde, which is something to consider if you have sensitive skin or scalp.

Hair Type Suitability: Keratin works wonders on thick, curly, or frizzy hair, providing a smoother, straighter appearance. Botox, however, is versatile and great for all hair types, especially those that are significantly damaged or thin and in need of extra nourishment.

Both Keratin and Botox hair treatments offer distinct benefits. Your choice should depend on your hair goals, lifestyle, and current hair condition. At Chilli Couture, recognized as Perth’s top hair salon, our experts specialize in luxury, organic, and natural hair treatments. We’re here to guide you in selecting the perfect treatment for your hair, ensuring you leave our salon with stunning results.

Transform your hair into something extraordinary at Chilli Couture, Perth’s premier destination for organic and luxury hair treatments. Whether you’re seeking the revitalizing benefits of Botox or the rejuvenating effects of Keratin, we have everything you need to achieve outstanding results. Let us pamper your hair with the care it truly deserves!

Also Read:

1.       What are some effective ways to maintain a healthy scalp to promote strong and glossy hair?

2.       Is It Safe to Dye Hair During Pregnancy? Everything You Need to Know

3.       What Are the Top 10 Winter Hair Colour Trends for 2024 to Refresh Your Look?

4.       What are the top clip-in hair extensions recommended for your wedding day?

5.       How can one master the art of blow-drying like celebrities?

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Perth dog hair cuts

Hairballs and digestive problems are also common. If you see your dog having problems with their bowels, try to make sure that they are getting proper diet. If this isn't the case, you might want to think about visiting your vet to discuss a homeopathic remedy. Finally, you want to comprehend how to make yourself attractive to other dog groomers. This means that you need to look for other people that could help you regarding teaching your dog. But, there are also individuals you will need to establish a relationship with. If your dog has a bad hair type, you should use a soft brush. Soft brush should have smooth and gentle strokes that won't damage the fur. After cleansing your dog, you should give it a bath to wash off the shampoo and excess water from your dog. Grooming your dog will help keep his coat in great condition, and give him the best protection that the fur has to offer. All the hair will also help shed off as it should so the weather won't be too harsh in your pooch. Many veterinarians and pet owners would say that animals are more than simply a commodity, they are buddies. However, grooming shouldn't only be about friendship. It is also about appropriate care of the animal's health and appearance. There are many dog grooming kits that include everything necessary for dog grooming, and sometimes it's much easier to just order everything and assemble it yourself. If you do decide to get a complete kit, it's always a good idea to read the owner's manual Most Importantly. This way you can be certain that you have everything you need. Learn the easy techniques of dog grooming before you try to handle bigger animals. This allows you to brush their teeth whenever they consume, removes tartar, treats them to warm showers, and other special treats. The groomers are responsible for giving attention to the dog groomed by them. The Dog Grooming services include trimming, straightening, bathing, nail trimming, etc.. The groomers have to go through a rigorous training and certifications to become an expert at this. They look after your dog as a relative. Dog grooming also includes clipping your dog's ears regularly. In doing so, you want to be cautious in doing this as not to damage your dog's ears. Besides, you will need to do this to prevent your dog from any skin allergies. Trimming the ears of your dog regularly is an important part of a pet's health. Dog grooming is a terrific thing to do, but you must always be mindful of how you do it. Great grooming is vital to keeping your pet in good health. When you ask the owner of the salon in which they are registered, ask how often they take care of your pet's health. Some of the vets do not always give their dogs a check up so it is important to find a vet which provides yearly services to your dog. Check to see what other people have experienced with them and how they got together. Interestingly, be sure they take their time to test you dog completely. You should be given an opportunity to clean up any mess before you leave. Reduce the facial hair. Make sure that the dog does not squint his eyes. This will confuse the dog while getting groomed. Grooming your pet should be a pleasant experience, and when you're grooming your pet, you should take advantage of some tips from professional dog groomers. Grooming is a big part of your relationship with your dog and is often neglected. Even with the best intentions to do so, your dog may feel left out in case you do not brush them regularly.

[dwindledglow]

001. MEET JADE

FULL NAME: jade beatrice montgomery. PREFERRED NAME: jade. NICKNAME/S: jadey or jadee — from family only — and her little brother calls her nova due to her gaming years but people in general don’t tend to use nicknames with her. DATE OF BIRTH: march 21st, 1998. GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female & she/her. ORIENTATION: hetero. RELIGION: non-practicing christian. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in a relationship with nicolas leuthold. OCCUPATION: full time university student and freelance designer. RESIDENCE: gramercy park, new york city though she currently lives in zurich, switzerland.

002. CHECK JADE’S BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: perth, australia. NATIONALITY: australian. ETHNIC BACKGROUND: australian. LINGUISTICS: english which is her native language and french, spanish, portuguese and italian in a fluent level. EDUCATION: she studies game design at nyu. CRIMINAL RECORD: clean. BIRTH ORDER: second. FATHER: joshua seth montgomery, born on december 2nd, 1971 in sydney, australia, currently residing in greenwich village, new york city and working as a psychiatrist. MOTHER: meredith eva montgomery, née adams, born on april 12th, 1972 in melbourne, australia, currently residing in greenwich village, new york city and working as an anesthesiologist. SISTER/S: helena sophia montgomery, born on august 8th, 1995 in perth, australia, currently residing in boston, massachusetts and working as a cardiologist and heart surgeon. BROTHER/S: blake stephen montgomery, born on november 9th, 1999 in perth, australia, currently residing in boston, massachusetts where he studies.  SIGNIFICANT OTHER: nicolas leuthold. CHILDREN: none so far. OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: eliza marie montgomery, grandmother.  EX/ES: benjamin lucas and noah williams. PETS: kylo ren, a cavoodle and drax, a french bulldog.

003. GET UP CLOSE & PERSONAL

HEIGHT: 5′6″ or 168 cm. WEIGHT: between 116 lbs or 53 kg and 121 lbs or 55 kg. BODY BUILD: body-shape wise, and following the stereotypes, she would be considered the classic shape. jade is naturally slim, she never had ease putting on weight and when she was younger that translated into being made fun of because she had no actual curves. with a lot of hard work at the gym, and a diet tailored by a nutritionist, over the years she managed to achieve a body she’s proud of. nowadays, jade is the epitome of fit. she has particularly long, toned legs as well as toned arms and abs. she’s willowy, has a defined waist and though she’s by no means thick, she does have a medium sized bust - 32C - and bum. EYE COLOR: green. EYESIGHT: she wears glasses, blue-light blocking ones, when she’s working on the computer for hours on end and when she’s resting her eyes. otherwise and on a daily basis, she wears contacts. HAIR COLOR & STYLE: her hair is naturally brown, but instead of being one shade only, it’s a few different ones. usually she keeps her long hair loose and allows it to dry into its natural waves but at times, she’ll throw it up in a bun or in a high ponytail. if she’s going to an event of any kind or for a more special occasion, she goes for more of a classic low bun with some strands framing her face or she just straightens her hair. other moments, she just keeps half of her hair up and the other half down. DOMINANT HAND: right. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: from the cat-shape of her eyes and the long eyelashes framing them, the little ski-slope nose, as people have taken a liking to call it through the years, to her plump lips and chiseled features, there’s a lot to notice about jade. people say god was playing favorites when she was born, that she stole all the good genes in the family and really? they’re not wrong. SCARS AND MARKS: jade is, as she usually says, team random bruise which means every now and again, without her even noticing and probably as the result of some workout or daily activity, a bruise will appear on her skin. besides those, a few scars she’s gotten over the course of her life and a few little marks, like little moles and freckles, she doesn’t have anything particularly outstanding. TATTOOS: she has a 11:11 on the underside of her right upper arm, she has a subtle orion constellation on the inside of right arm, she has a dainty, watercolor supernova tattoo on the left side of her ribcage, often covered up by her bra straps, she has her grandma’s name in morse code, on the inside of her left wrist and she has four little arrows pointing upwards on the back of her right ear. PIERCINGS: she has her regular lobes pierced. VOICECLAIM: isabelle mathers. ACCENT & INTENSITY: she’s been living in new york since she was four, meaning the australian accent should’ve faded into nothing by now, but with the amount of time spent with her parents and siblings through the years, all the facetime calls to her granny and the friends back home, as well as the frequent visits to sunny australia, it stayed put and it’s still as intense as always. ALLERGIES: insect stings. PHOBIAS & FEARS: failing, not being able to achieve what she wants in life. MENTAL & PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: none so far. ALCOHOL USE: sometimes. SMOKING: she doesn’t smoke. NARCOTICS USE: no, she doesn’t use drugs. INDULGENT FOOD: occasionally, she won’t say no to her favorites. SPLURGE SPENDING: not so often. GAMBLING: no, never.

004. DIG DEEPER

CAN THEY DRIVE? yes, she can drive. CAN THEY COOK & BAKE? yes and yes. CAN THEY CHANGE A FLAT TIRE? ish. CAN THEY TIE A TIE? yes. CAN THEY SWIM? yes. CAN THEY RIDE A BICYCLE? yes. CAN THEY JUMP START A CAR? no. CAN THEY BRAID HAIR? yes. CAN THEY PICK A LOCK? no. EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED? extroverted. DISORGANIZED OR ORGANIZED? organized. CLOSE OR OPEN MINDED? open minded. CALM OR ANXIOUS? calm. PATIENT OR IMPATIENT? in-between. OUTSPOKEN OR RESERVED? outspoken. LEADER OR FOLLOWER? leader. OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC? optimistic. TRADITIONAL OR MODERN? modern. HARD-WORKING OR LAZY? hard-working. CULTURED OR UNCULTURED? cultured. LOYAL OR DISLOYAL? loyal. FAITHFUL OR UNFAITHFUL? faithful. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? night owl. HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER? heavy sleeper. COFFEE OR TEA? coffee. DAY OR NIGHT? night. TAKING BATHS OR SHOWERS? baths. COCA COLA OR PEPSI? neither. CATS OR DOGS? dogs. NETFLIX OR CINEMA? netflix. SHOWS OR MOVIES? movies. LAPTOP OR GAMING CONSOLE? gaming console. HEALTHY OR JUNK FOOD? healthy food. ICE CREAM OR FROZEN YOGURT? ice cream. PIZZA OR HAMBURGER? pizza. LOLLIPOPS OR GUMMY WORMS? gummy worms. BEACH OR POOL? beach. SNOWBALLS FIGHTING OR ICESKATING? iceskating. LITERATURE OR SCIENCE? literature. HISTORY OR ART? art. CHOCOLATE BARS OR COTTON CANDY? chocolate bars. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION? playstation. FACE-TO-FACE OR PHONE INTERACTIONS? face-to-face interactions. DRAMA OR SCI-FI? sci-fi. HORROR OR COMEDY? horror.

005. JADE’S FAVORITES

FAVORITE ACTIVITY: gaming. FAVORITE ANIMAL: koala. FAVORITE BOOK: city of girls by elizabeth gilbert. FAVORITE COLOR/S: she doesn’t have one. FAVORITE CUISINE: mediterranean, thai and chinese. FAVORITE DISH/ES: parmigiana, som tum, avocado toast, khao pad, pad thai (anything thai mostly), pavlova, tim tams, chocolate crackles. FAVORITE DRINK/S: lemon lavender tea latte and coconut water. FAVORITE FLOWER/S: water lillies and dahlias. FAVORITE GEM: jade. FAVORITE MOVIE: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind by michel gondry. FAVORITE SONG: mona lisa by VALNTN and Peter Fenn, featuring tray haggerty. FAVORITE SCENT/S: rose, vanilla, coffee and lime. FAVORITE SHOW/S: la casa de papel is her ultimate favorite show and currently the only one she’s been keeping up with. FAVORITE SPORT/S & TEAM THEY SUPPORT: basketball, she supports boston celtics. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR: summer. VACATION DESTINATION: seoul, south korea. 

[gumnut-logic]

Gentle Rain: Epilogue

Title: Gentle Rain

Warm Rain Series

Part Twenty: Epilogue

Author: Gumnut

4 - 10 Mar 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.

Word count: 2553

Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, Gordon/Penelope, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline. 

Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.

Author’s note: For @scribbles97 And here we are, the very end and epilogue :D Those of you who follow me on Tumblr will have already read the first Tale of Gentle Rain – I kinda jumped the gun and didn’t want to officially publish it until I had finished this fic…which is done now, so expect it in a day or two. Again, thank you ever so much to @scribbles97 who has helped me through this entire fic. Also thanks to @i-am-chidorixblossom and @the-lazy-razorsharp who have also answered my frantic calls at various points in time – this fic was a nerve-wracker and I can be really insecure at times :D I would also like to give a massive thanks to all of you who have cheered me along the way. Your comments and feedback have kept me going. It makes it so much more purposeful to write if I know what I’m writing is being read and super bonus if it is being enjoyed. Thank you so, so much ::hugs you all madly:: I hope you enjoy this last little bit.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

This time I wonder what it feels like

To find the one in this life

The one we all dream of

But dreams just aren't enough

So I'll be waiting for the real thing

I'll know it by the feeling

The moment when we're meeting

Will play out like a scene straight off the silver screen

So I'll be holdin' my breath

Right up to the end

Until that moment when

I find the one that I'll spend forever with

'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there.

'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.

Someone to love with my life in their hands.

There's gotta be somebody for me like that.

'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own

And everyone wants to know they're not alone.

Somebody else that feels the same somewhere.

There's gotta be somebody for me out there.

Nickelback, Gotta Be Somebody

It was a perfect evening. Autumn was truly showing its colours with warm days and cool nights. A touch cool for him, the tropics made him soft for temperature extremes, but Em showed no such concern.

Virgil had ribbed him the entire trip, airlifting Scott’s Lamborghini from one country to another. Some fast talking and a bucket of money at the state government service point and the blue sports car hit the Perth highway network with Western Australian plates. Taking the day to familiarise himself with the city while Em finished up with some patients and he realised why Virgil so liked bringing his Harley onto the continent. So much sun, so much road. Perhaps he and Em could...he smiled to himself. One step at a time.

He picked her up at her apartment, eyes agog at the sight of his girl dressed in flowing deep blue satin. Her dark hair was gently curled, her lips blood red and her pale blue eyes smiling at him. He found it very hard not to smudge her makeup right there and then.

As it was, she grinned up at him and brushed the lipstick off his lips with her thumb. “You dress up very nicely.” And she was eyeing him very obviously. Her hands landed on his shoulders, soft through his jacket and she leant up and kissed him again.

Hmmm.

Very nice. His hands around her waist, soft material...warm skin. Oh god, the dress was backless. He deepened the kiss, his tongue finding hers, his fingers brushing across the curve of her back, slipping over that tantalising softness...drifting lower, slipping beneath fabric, beautiful, oh yes...pulling her closer, losing himself in her.

His hand trailed down her spine. Soft skin became rough and his fingertips stumbled over obvious scars.

He tensed, but hurried to cover.

Not subtle enough.

She broke off the kiss and shot him a questioning look. “Scott?”

“I have something for you.” He put everything into his smile.

It appeared to work.

“What are you up to, fly-boy?”

A grin and he led her to the car.

“A lamborghini? A blue lamborghini?”

He snorted. “I guess, if you really want it, you can have it, but no...” He opened the car door and, reaching in, pulled out a single red rose. “According to Virgil, this is something a prospective boyfriend gives a prospective girlfriend on their first date.”

Em was smiling enough for her eyes to sparkle with it. “Virgil gives great advice.” She took it gently from his hand and smelt the opening bud. “Lovely.” Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she purred, “You know, I should kiss you thank you, but at this rate we are going to spend the entire date on the sidewalk outside of my apartment.”

A grin. “Sounds good to me.” He brushed a stray hair from her forehead and replaced it with his lips.

She leant into him. “Oh, you big distraction.” But she slipped her hands under his jacket and around his ribs, and again, he found himself kissing her. His heart-rate spiked and he became extremely aware that if he didn’t stop enjoying himself so much, they would end up somewhere much less likely to serve food.

He wanted to do this right.

God, he wanted to do this right.

Breaking off the kiss, he smiled down at her. “You are rather distracting yourself.” He curled her hair behind one of her ears. “Truly beautiful, Emaline.”

Her eyes widened and her lips parted as if to say something, but closed instead, smiling, somewhat shyly. She fiddled with his jacket collar. “You know how to sweet talk a lady, fly-boy.”

He lowered his voice. “I know how to tell the truth.” 

Another smile and she turned slightly, linking her arm in his. “So, you ready to show a girl a good time?”

A grin. “Oh, most definitely. Your limo awaits.” He gestured towards the Lambo. A step and he opened the door for her.

“Why, thank you, kind sir.” Her hoverjets whirred as she lowered herself to the level of the seat and, disengaging her harness, levered herself into the car. It was awkward and Scott hovered a little to make sure she didn’t slip. “You okay?”

“Never ridden in a sports car before.” She grinned up at him and straightened her skirt. “This thing got a boot?”

“Boot?” He blinked.

She rolled her eyes. “A trunk?”

“Oh. Oh, sure.”

A flick of her palm controls and the hoverscoot rose up in front of him. “Grab it.”

He did as he was told and another flick of her fingers and the jets disengaged, the ‘scoot falling into his grip. It was surprisingly light.

He closed her door gently and walking to the front of the car, stashed the ‘scoot in the trunk, before jumping into the driver’s seat.

“Ready?”

She was fiddling with an extra harness, attaching it to her seatbelt. “Sorry, I need to be a little more secure.” A clip around the lap belt and she straightened. “There. Now, fly-boy, let’s see what this gorgeous machine can do.”

A laugh, and he started the engine. A good throaty roar and he pulled out onto the road. “Would you like to go for a bit of spin before dinner?”

“I hear rumour you like fast things.”

“That is no rumour.”

“Then let her rip.”

So he did. Grabbing the nearest freeway, he opened her up as far as the speed limit would allow. He headed for the distant hills, looking for some nice curves in the road to wrap her around. Em appeared to be enjoying every minute of it. As the sun headed towards the horizon, they disappeared into eucalypt forest, leaving the freeways behind. The long shadows of trees sped over the hood of the car like a strobing light.

“How long have you had this car?” Her question broke the rumbling silence of the last thirty kilometres.

“A few years. Gordon bought his, followed by Virgil.” He shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. Unfortunately, I haven’t had much of a chance to take her out.”

A half smile out the corner of his eye. “Well, hopefully you will get more time now.” She reached over and put her hand on his thigh. Her finger began rubbing circles on his pant leg.

His hand drifted to hers, wrapping her fingers in his. “What do you feel like for dinner? Any dining preferences?”

“Anywhere with you will do.”

He grinned. “So McDonalds in a carpark do the job?”

“Hah! Upgrade to fish and chips and a scenic lookout and you’re on.”

A blink. “Actually that doesn’t sound too bad.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d parked a car and just sat to look at a view. “But this is our first date, I want it to be memorable.”

“Then fish and chips it is.”

And she meant it. Before he knew it, she had him pulling to the side of the road in front of a mom and pop shop in some tiny wannabe town and he was ordering a meal that cost less than one of Virgil’s fancy coffees.

Two sodas and a hot dinner wrapped in butcher’s paper. Em pulled up the location of the nearest lookout and they were parked, just in time to see the sun slip below the horizon.

The smell of hot fries permeated the car and set his mouth watering.

“They are not fries. They’re chips.”

“Look like fries to me.”

“Well, they’re not.” And she whacked him on the nose with one.

“Hey!” She giggled as he wiped the salt off his face. “You’re asking for it, young lady.”

“Ooh, asking for what?”

“Keep doing that and you might find out.” He bit into a chip and it had the perfect crunch followed by light and fluffy potato inside. “These are delicious.”

The lookout was deserted and as the sun disappeared, it grew dark and the city in the distance lit up in the yellows, white and oranges of street lighting, with the central business district standing bright as if a centre piece to the whole panorama.

“There is something about looking down at a city at night. All those lights, a home, a house, a building, a street lamp. All defying the darkness, outlining where we’ve spread, our impact on our environment, our determination.”

“I should take you up to Thunderbird Five and let John show you his view.”

She was staring at him. “Into space?”

He smiled. “Yes, into space.” A sigh. “Sometimes I forget that some things we do are not every day things.”

“The Tracys don’t do ‘average’.”

“What?” It came out as a half laugh.

“Kayo told me that the day I first arrived on Tracy Island. I have to say, she’s got it right.”

“I hope you don’t hold that against us.”

“Against you? No. You just have a little magic at your fingertips.”

“Magic.”

“Yes, magic.” She reached out and touched his face. “In more ways than one.” Her smile was gentle.

“Heh.” He couldn’t help it, he blushed.

That smile turned into a grin. “And here I thought only your grandmother could manage that.”

He straightened a little. “What can I say? You have your ways.” He shoved another chip into his mouth and guzzled a little of his drink.

“There is no need to be embarrassed.”

“Not embarrassed.”

An arched eyebrow, but she left it, eating a chip of her own.

The meal passed pleasantly, and soon the butchers paper was scrunched up and Scott climbed out of the car to deposit it in the nearby public trash bin. The air was a touch chilly, but oddly refreshing. Walking around to Em’s side of the car, he opened her door. “Would you like to do a little stargazing?”

She grinned. “I can do that from here.” Her expression turned all starstruck and obviously targeted him.

“Oh, really?” He struck an alluring pose.

Em burst out laughing. “Okay, perhaps you are right. Let us gaze at a galaxy of burning balls of gas.”

“Hey!” But he was grinning as much as she and as Em unfastened her harness and seatbelt, he grabbed her ‘scoot from the ‘boot’. A little shuffling and the occasional mutter and his girl was mobile again.

He took her hand in his.

“I like your hands.”

Scott startled. “What?”

“They’re warm and your fingers are so long and elegant.” Both of hers wrapped around his right hand, rubbing it a little. “And they were the first part of you that reached for me.” She kissed his middle fingertip.

He couldn’t help but smile. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Just...” How could he explain it? She affected him. Churned something inside. Made him...feel good. He reached up his other hand, sliding his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head. Bending down, he kissed her again. She responded immediately, letting him in, moving closer until she was in his arms, her body pressed up hard against him. She was just...

She was smart. Different smart to him, but smart, quick, able to keep him on his toes.

She was strong. She could kick his ass. She took no shit and could give as good as she got, if not better.

She was beautiful. Her smile caught him and set his heart beating harder than it ever had. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair. 

He wanted her.

Oh, god, he wanted her.

And she loved him.

He broke off the kiss, staring into her pale eyes. “I love you.” It was a revelation, but not. The words just simply existed and he knew them to be true. She was different from anyone else. She was...

She was Em.

And she was staring back up at him, her eyes wide, her lips parted.

She was kissing him again, reaching up and pulling him down. A whir of hoverjets and she was suddenly at his height, kissing him urgently, her hands in his hair, her lips on his and he couldn’t help but respond.

He held her. He kissed her. He loved her.

And everything just seemed right.

-o-o-o-

The beep was soft, barely loud enough to hear, but it woke Kayo without a problem. It was designed to do that.

Beside her, Virgil slept on, finally on his stomach. She took just an extra moment to appreciate him, barely visible in the dark, his broad and bare shoulders once again bunched up as he hugged his pillow. He was breathing softly.

She resisted reaching out to touch him and slipped from the bed instead, leaving the room silently.

“Yes, John?”

“I’m not calling Virgil out, I just need some information, I promise.”

Kayo sighed. “John, I owe you an apology.”

“What?”

“You got the raw end of everything during recent events and I know I’m partly to blame. I am sorry, it shouldn’t be that way, and I apologise.”

The line was silent a moment, then a quiet, “Apology accepted” wandered down from orbit.

The silence returned.

“John?”

“Kayo, you used one of Virgil’s trackers for Em’s hoverscoot.”

“Yes, but I changed the flag so you could see it was different.”

“But not everyone would know that. It was still on the same frequency.”

She blinked and it all came together in her head. “You think someone has hacked our tracker system. You think they were after Virgil?!” She raised her voice involuntarily and had to bite her lip to stop saying more.

“Kayo, it is inconclusive. Why bomb the bridge? If someone was after Virgil, why approach it like that? And it is very obvious that Em is not Virgil. Eyes on target would reveal that immediately. No, I think there is more to this.”

“I want the trackers scrubbed. Speak to Brains. I want security upgrades on all our networks. Find the hole and plug it.”

“Kayo-“

“Including the subcutaneous.”

“Kayo-“

“John-“ A pair of large hands slid around her waist and drew her up against an equally large and warm chest. A kiss at the base of her neck.

Warm breath.

His voice was deep and rough with sleep. “Kay? What’s wrong?”

“John, do it. I’ll be there momentarily.” She killed her comms and, turning in his arms, looked up into his beautiful brown eyes. They were heavy-lidded and frowning with a little worry for her. She forced a smile. “Not much. John discovered a problem with our trackers. I need to go up and help him with a system overhaul.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“Security is security.” She reached up and placed her hand on the side of his face. He leant into her touch. “Go back to bed, love. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He drew her into a hug, gently kissing her. “Will miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too. Go back to sleep.” She turned his dopey figure back in the direction of the bedroom and he obeyed reluctantly.

Grabbing her uniform, Kayo shoved it on, anger in every movement, mentally cursing whoever was responsible.

Well, they would regret it.

No-one threatened her family and lived.

-o-o-o-

FIN.