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Camp Wiegman-Part 55
Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle
Alternative Universe : Military School
Words : 7k
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Wednesday, February 17; 9:15 AM - Ski Resort
I still find it hard to believe what we're about to do today. The days are passing, and we're already halfway through our trip. Me, a sun-loving girl who's only ever been to beaches, is now discovering a ski resort for the first time. Ever since I heard the news, I've had a lump in my throat. I just can't wrap my head around it.
“Do you think I’ll be able to do it?” Mapi asks me, standing by my side.
I take a deep breath. Thankfully, in the worst scenarios, my best friend is always there to face things with me.
"It’s up to you to feel it. Are you still in a lot of pain?” I ask, referring to her leg.
“It depends on the day... I hope it’ll be okay.”
“Have you talked to Ingrid about it?”
“Yeah, we had a chance to talk. She knows I don’t like to bring it up, but she knows what happened.”
“Then you don’t need to worry. I’m sure she’ll be careful.”
“You think so?”
“Of course,” I say with a smile. “From what I’ve seen these past few days, she seems attentive to you. I have no doubt she’ll know when to stop you if you push too hard.”
“Blah, blah, blah.”
We laugh, fully aware that this is exactly what will happen. Mapi loves challenges, and once she’s conquered them, she tends to not want to stop. I understand her fear, though. Skiing puts a lot of strain on your legs. She’ll likely feel pain at some point, even with the effective treatment she’s been on for years. Skiing... Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps. I’m not at all comfortable with this idea, especially after our last two nights. The waitress Aitana flirted with invited us to some private parties. The first one was quite wild for some, and we got back late. We didn’t want to do much the next day. Most of us stayed at the hotel to relax, while the two other couples and I preferred to head back into town. We went out again last night, but it was much more low-key. The girls didn’t want to waste another day doing nothing. They had used their day at the hotel to look into things to do. The ski resort was their top recommendation. When they suggested it to us, I was the only one not very enthusiastic. I tend to enjoy walking in the snow in different ways, but I realize that’s not everyone’s preference. The girls were starting to lose patience and really wanted to do something more dynamic. This activity was definitely a lot more energetic than the previous ones. The weather was on our side, with the snow having stopped today, so it was the perfect time to plan sledding and skiing. The last time I was in a place like this, I must have been six years old. My mom wasn’t a fan of mountain vacations, being someone who had always lived in the sun. We went once thanks to my dad, who granted my wish. Those were the most memorable holidays for me because it was the first time I ever went sledding. However, I never skied, and the same goes for Mapi, who, unlike me, is seeing snow for the first time after her first visit to Manchester. We were supposed to go sledding this morning, but because of our little handicap, our girlfriends, who are currently ahead of us, decided to change the plan for the four of us. Since Mapi hadn’t changed her behavior, I thought it was a good opportunity for just the two of us. I needed to talk to her. I could sense something was bothering her, and I didn’t like it. I tried sending Alexia in my place, but she couldn’t get much out of her. Either Mapi didn’t understand her intention, or I was really imagining things, which I doubt.
“So, can I ask you a question?” she starts again. “But you won’t take it the wrong way, right?”
“Why would I take it the wrong way?”
“It’s about Lucy.”
The mention catches me off guard. Is she trying to talk about it? The timing couldn’t be better. At least we can clear the air before today’s activities because we both know there’s some tension.
“I’m listening.”
“Promise me you won’t take it the wrong way?” she insists.
“Mapi, we’ve always told each other everything up until now. Why would you be afraid of my reaction?”
She sighs, letting her shoulders relax. Her behavior towards me over the past two days remains a mystery. The way she kept pulling me away from Lucy left me puzzled and annoyed. I started wondering if she had a problem with her, and now I’m starting to believe it more and more. I hope it’s nothing serious. I don’t particularly want them to stop talking, or worse, have to choose between the two.
“So why didn’t you come talk to me yourself? You sent Alexia, didn’t you? I’m not that clueless.”
I bite my lip, caught off guard. Alexia had warned me that it would be better if I went myself, but I didn’t listen. Now, I’m already regretting that bad decision.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, you’re right.”
“So, you really sent her?”
“I could tell you were on edge. I was afraid it would get worse if I came first.”
We look at each other for a moment, then laugh together. We both feel a bit silly, I think. There’s good reason for it. We’ve never been afraid to tell each other things. That’s what I’ve always loved about Mapi. Even if we knew it wouldn’t please the other, we’ve always been honest.
“Sorry, I was really nervous about bringing it up.”
“You didn’t need to be,” I sigh. “So... it’s about Lucy, right?”
“Yeah, um...” she starts, suddenly feeling awkward. “I don’t really know how to say this. First, does she still hold a grudge against me?”
“What?” I frown. “No! Why would she have something against you?”
I look at my girlfriend who’s ahead of us with Ingrid. We’ve slowed down our walk since we started talking, creating a bigger gap than before. They’re both in an animated conversation, laughing from time to time. I think about all the ways Lucy could have made her think that, but nothing comes to mind. She did give her a bit of a hard look the day she pulled me away from her during the walk, but that passed quickly when she found it amusing that I was angrier than she was. Anyway, since we’ve been together, it’s different. She no longer sees Mapi as a threat, but simply as someone very important to me.
“Well, I don’t know... I felt like she was giving me dirty looks last time. Sorry, I might be imagining things.”
“Lucy has no problem with you, I assure you. She really likes you and knows what you mean to me. If it were otherwise, she would have told me, and I would have fixed things.”
“Okay...” she murmurs. “You love her, don’t you? I’ve never seen you so attached to someone like her.”
I breathe softly. Oh yes, I love her, and I spend all my time glued to her. I was never that person before, but she made me this way. In none of my previous relationships did I seek physical contact as I do now.
“Does it bother you?”
She looks at me for a moment. I can see the internal struggle she’s having. She doesn’t know how to respond, and it’s all the more unsettling. I give her a friendly nudge.
“Come on, spill it. We’re talking about it for a reason, after all.”
“I was very surprised,” she begins. “I think your Valentine’s Day made me jealous. Not romantically. Ingrid is wonderful to me, and I appreciate her more and more each day,” she quickly justifies. “But in terms of us, our relationship, our friendship...”
Now that she says it, it’s true that after I shared everything we did, her behavior changed. I frown at this realization. Without saying anything, she continues.
“I never knew how to give you the same things she does. Just look at the day you spent together. It’s obvious she thought of you first in her plans. I’ve never been able to do that for you. Not even for a day.”
“Mapi—”
“I know our relationship is different from yours. It was powerful in another way, and it was during another period. We were younger and a bit more carefree. But what she’s done with you in just a few months is just... impressive. She’s transformed you, and I feel lousy for not being able to give you the same support and help you grow like she has.”
Regret, remorse. That’s all I hear in her words, and now it’s my turn to feel bad. How did she get to the point of feeling so worthless? She doesn’t even realize how much she’s helped me. Her return after Feli sparked a lot of progress that she doesn’t seem to have noticed. I release my lip from between my teeth and reply without thinking.
“You have nothing to blame yourself for. You’re the one who gave me the most support before I joined this school. You did the hardest part by getting me out of my room.”
I smile just remembering it. She had to drag me, but she did it, and she stayed with me the whole time. It was her, and no one else, who accomplished that feat.
"I have to admit, being away from my problems was the best idea my mom ever had. You’ve never set foot in my school, but we all have our problems, often similar, sometimes completely different."
Korbin's situation comes to mind. She just never had the chance to grow up in a stable environment, which led to her circumstances. Just thinking about it makes me sick.
"I'm not saying you can't understand, but they teach us to open up, to trust each other. Like with Alexia, you know? We’ve confided in each other about our issues. Plus, we're also guided. Especially by Lucy, in my case, but not just her. It’s a collective thing, you see? It's not just Lucy who helped me evolve, as you said."
"And in all this, what happens to me?"
"What do you mean, what happens to you?" I teased. "You’re still my best friend, no matter what. Nothing will change that. Neither new friendships nor our new relationships. We’re still us."
"Good, I’m relieved," she said, clearly feeling better. "Because I’ve applied for a transfer for next year."
"Really?" I said, excited.
She had mentioned wanting to follow me, but hadn’t said what she was planning. Knowing she’ll be here next year makes me really happy. Even though the school keeps me busy, I miss her a lot.
"Of course! You’re not getting rid of me that easily," she giggled. "My teacher said there shouldn’t be any problem. The school in Manchester has a better reputation, but with my good grades, I should get accepted. He even said it would be better for me."
"That’s awesome!"
I hugged her tightly. She doesn’t have an official response yet, but I’m confident it will work out. Mapi is a very diligent student, even if it doesn’t always seem that way. After all, she’s doing what she loves.
"I’m really happy, honestly."
"Can I confess something else while we’re at it?" she asked, pulling away from my embrace. "But you won’t take it the wrong way, right?"
"What now?" I asked, holding back a small laugh.
"I used to wonder if Lucy would be enough for you," she admitted, making me frown. "That was before you were together. I thought she was too calm and too sensible. Not to mention she didn’t seem to enjoy parties. You just have to see how she reacted to last night’s party agai—"
"She wasn’t feeling well yesterday," I defended her immediately. "She had a migraine, and the party wasn’t the best for her, but she still wanted to come."
"Whatever," she said, waving her hand as if it didn’t matter. "That’s not the point, it was just an example. I thought she’d be boring for you in the long run. I talked about it with Ingrid before you were together, and she got mad, saying I didn’t know Lucy. And I have to admit, she was right."
Her last sentence brought me instant relief. I was already worried she might say she no longer saw me with Lucy, which would have been strange since she’s the one who kind of pushed us together.
"So, you’ve changed your mind?" I asked hesitantly, making her shrug.
"I have to admit she knows how to handle you," she replied with a small smile that made me laugh. "That’s all that matters, and if you’re happy with her, that’s what’s important."
"I am. She’s really sweet and adorable. I didn’t expect that either."
"Oh, really?" she said, surprised.
"Well, yeah… She’s always been caring towards me, but I found her so closed off before that I didn’t know what to expect if she ever opened up."
"I see… So how is it?"
"It’s really great. She’s confided in me little by little, but now, she’s so open that I can see her expressions, you know? That wasn’t the case before."
"Hmm, hmm," she smiled. "Are you sure it’s not you who finally opened your eyes to how she feels?"
"Of course not," I replied, gently hitting her arm, making her laugh.
"I’m telling you, Ona. She was already smitten the first time I saw her interact with you. I even told Lucy. You were just too oblivious to notice."
I blushed just thinking about it. We really were blind, according to our friends.
"Maybe you’re right… We’re together now," I said pensively. "You know, I wanted to use this vacation to get closer to her. I was really scared of my reactions when starting a new relationship," I confessed to her.
"You haven’t slept together yet, have you?"
"No," I grimaced. "Do you think Lucy will be patient with that? I’m worried."
"Yeah, don’t worry. Knowing her, she has the patience of a saint. If she needs it, I bet she’ll let you know."
"If you say so… Anyway, don’t scare me like that again. I really need your positive opinion, and you know that, right?"
"I know, yeah," she smiled. "And you have it. She even managed to make me jealous, and that’s saying something."
I chuckled, shaking my head. At least she’s not afraid to admit it. Others would have denied it. Not her, and I love that about her.
"And you, with Ingrid?" I changed the subject.
"She’s great, really," she answered instantly, clearly expecting the question. "Much better than Ana. She’s cool, we laugh a lot, and she’s laid back. Oh, and also, in bed, she’s pretty good."
"Oh, Maps, please, spare me the details."
"What? You don’t want to know?"
"No, thanks," I grimaced.
"Are you sure?"
She laughed, fully aware that this is one of the few topics we can’t discuss. I’m not prudish, but I’d rather not know what my ex does with her new girlfriends. Talking about it makes me feel like we’re back in the past, and I’d rather avoid that. After this little laugh, we both sighed softly. We really needed this conversation to clear the air.
"Looks like our wild nights are over now."
"Seems like it, yeah," I chuckled.
"I think I’m a bit scared of this new change, you know, becoming an adult, having responsibilities. Ingrid even says I often act like a child," she laughed, making me smile.
I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to me. She rested her head on my shoulder, accepting my embrace.
"We’ll do it together, don’t worry. Never one without the other."
She nodded and kissed my cheek afterward, making me smile. All she needed was reassurance. I regret letting things get to the point where she felt neglected and unheard. I’ll have to figure out how to balance things better in the future. I’ve already hurt her enough in the past, I don’t need to add anything else.
"I guess I owe Lucy an apology now."
"Oh, it’s not necessary."
"It is. Knowing you, you’ll tell her everything, so I might as well do it myself," she replied.
I laughed because she’s so right. I can’t hide anything from Lucy. Especially since she’s been glancing over at us, and I imagine she’ll have questions for me.
"And I’ll have to thank her too," Mapi said, drawing my attention back to her.
"For what?"
"Thanks to you two, I met Ingrid," she answered with a small smile. "We exchanged numbers to talk about you mainly, but we hit it off so well that we got closer. So, thank you too."
"It’s my pleasure if we helped you. Your happiness is important to me, you know that. Now that everything’s clear, how about a hug?"
"Damn right, I’ve been waiting for that."
I laughed as I barely had time to catch her in my arms for a tight embrace. I missed her touch. Mapi will always be the first person who helped me out of that dark place. She’s indispensable to me, and she should know that. I closed my eyes, savoring this moment that I had missed. It’s different from being with Lucy, but just as familiar.
"Come on, we should catch up with them before they start wondering where we are."
Now that she mentioned it, I realized we couldn’t see our girlfriends anymore. Instead, a small wooden cabin stood before us. I easily guessed it was the chalet where we were supposed to pick up our gear, thanks to the sign. I nodded and let her go in first. Our girlfriends were in line, so we joined them.
- "Well, what took you so long, girls?" Ingrid asked as we approached.
- "Sorry, we were just talking," Mapi explained as she pulled away from me to enjoy a hug from her girlfriend.
I nestled into Lucy's embrace, just as Mapi did with Ingrid. Lucy's expression was full of curiosity after I stole a kiss. I snuggled into her neck and whispered:
- "I'll explain later."
My answer seemed to satisfy her because she hugged me tightly and kissed my temple. I smiled as I watched the other couple interact. It was clear who was in charge between them, and it was a bit surprising. Normally, Mapi was the one who took control, but not in Ingrid's arms, it seemed. Given Ingrid's playful nature, I hadn’t expected her to take on that role.
- "When will you tell me?"
I turned my attention back to Lucy. It was only then that I noticed her impatience, which made me smile.
- "Be patient. You'll know everything tonight, I promise."
- "Hmm... Okay," she said, pouting adorably, which made me smile.
It was funny how eager she was to know. Since I’d become better at reading her expressions, I’d discovered many traits I hadn’t known about before. Curiosity was one of them. I admired her so much for being able to hide it and not bombard me with questions. That's probably what I would have done in her place, but she knew that would have made me run. I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. With these thoughts in mind, I stood on my tiptoes to kiss her again, hoping it would satisfy her for now. I could tell she was frustrated about not knowing our conversation, but I didn’t want to discuss it in front of the girls. It seemed my idea worked because she returned my kiss with a hidden smile.
- "It’s our turn," Ingrid pointed out.
We noticed she was right as we turned to the counter.
- "Can you help me pick out my equipment?" I asked Lucy. "I don’t really know what I’m doing."
- "Of course."
We walked forward with her hand resting on my waist. The receptionist handed us our gear based on Lucy’s instructions. I didn’t know anything about this, so I trusted her judgment.
- "Can’t we snowboard instead of skiing?" I asked when I saw a snowboard nearby.
- "Learn to ski first, will you?" she chuckled. "Snowboarding is much harder."
- "Really? But it’s just one board under your feet."
- "Exactly," she laughed. "It’s much harder to balance and stay on your feet. We’ll try it someday when you’ve mastered skiing."
- "So that means we’ll come back?"
- "We’ll go wherever you want, whenever you want, and as many times as you want, sweetheart."
I bit my lip at how affectionate she was becoming day by day. She had never been this sweet with me before. The tough, relentless Lucy was long gone, and I couldn’t even say which version I preferred now. I felt more and more important in her eyes, and that’s all I ever wanted.
- "Come on, let’s get going," she pulled me out of my daydream.
We thanked the man for his service, and the four of us headed outside with our equipment. We found a bench where we could sit and put on our skis. Aside from my grumbling, it was a pretty quiet moment. Lucy had a teasing smile as she watched me struggle. I had just managed to put on the boots she had chosen for me. I was surprised that she had picked the right size without even asking.
- "You could help instead of just laughing at me."
- "Of course," she said, her smile widening. "Since you asked so nicely."
- "Hey!" I protested, pouting.
- "I’m kidding."
As if she’d been doing this her whole life, she effortlessly got up and crouched down in front of me. She started by tightening the straps on my boots, which apparently weren’t tight enough for her. Then she placed the skis flat on the ground, and I finally understood the system when she positioned the tip of my foot in front of the clips. She then asked me to press down with my heel, and I heard my boot click into the ski. I did the same with the other one. At first, the sensation of having something under my feet was very strange, especially when I tried to slide them back and forth. The real fun was about to start. We exchanged a smile, as if she was thinking the same thing as I was when she stood up. She pecked my lips and held out her hands.
- "Come on, princess. It’s time to stand up."
- "Oh my God," I murmured as I wobbled the moment she pulled me to my feet.
The feeling was very weird. I probably would have slipped if Lucy hadn’t been holding me in her strong arms. She chuckled, gently pulling me closer. I regretted having such a bulky jacket on because I couldn’t feel her touch on my skin.
- "Okay... So what now?"
- "I’m going to let go and grab your poles."
- "And if I fall?"
- "You won’t fall," she laughed.
To make sure of it, she kept one arm around my waist as she moved to grab our poles. Once she had them, she let go of me and stood beside me. I glanced over at the girls who were watching us.
- "Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. "And now?"
- "Now we move forward."
I blinked as I saw Mapi following Ingrid. It was like she had been doing this forever. I parted my lips and looked at Lucy, who was laughing at me.
- "H-how did she do that?"
Lucy burst into laughter, which annoyed me. I had a feeling I’d be the last one today, and I hated that.
- "It’s not hard. It’s like walking. Just take small steps. It’ll help you get used to the skis and work on your balance. Then we’ll start sliding."
- "I’m suddenly not feeling so confident..."
- "Hey, it’ll be okay, alright? There will be falls and probably a lot of bruises tonight, but you’ll be fine. I’ll help you, and I won’t let you leave until you’ve made at least one descent."
- "Oh my God..." I muttered. "And what if I’m sore tonight?"
- "I have a little solution for that... But it’ll be up to you to decide when the time comes."
- "When you say things like that, it’s usually something I won’t like..."
- "Who knows... You’ll tell me tonight."
Wednesday, February 17th, 8:30 PM - Hotel Room.
All day, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Lucy’s suggestion would be. I turned it over in my mind a thousand times, hoping that in the end, it would be the jacuzzi we’d go to. As I had predicted, all my muscles were sore from this simultaneously disastrous and rewarding day. If I learned anything today, it’s that I’m a walking disaster. Though that’s not new, I was really bad at skiing. Once again, Lucy showed incredible patience with me. Unlike me, Mapi picked it up quickly. She’s always been more athletic and daring than me, so it wasn’t surprising. Lucy didn’t mind that we stayed at the bottom of the slope all day, while the girls and the rest of our friends who joined us after lunch went up to do runs. I think Lucy was happy we could spend some time together, uninterrupted for once. When we got back, I expected her to announce her idea right away, but she wanted us to have dinner with our friends first. It made me feel confused and reluctant, knowing that the pool had a closing time and would probably be closed by the time we were done. I was slightly disappointed since I had been dreaming about it all day, but now that I’m facing her real proposal, I don’t know how to react. I agreed, of course, but that didn’t make me any less nervous.
- "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I’d understand if you didn’t, you know. We’ve only been together for two weeks, and then-"
- "Luce, I told you I wanted to do it. Are you sure you haven’t changed your mind?" I half-joked.
The panic in her eyes disappeared for a moment, replaced by tenderness.
- "I haven’t. It’s just that I don’t want you to be scared or think I’m rushing things."
"We’re in swimsuits. What am I supposed to be scared of? We’ve already been in the pool, in a jacuzzi, and even in a spa. It’s not a bubble bath we’re going to take in swimsuits that’s going to scare me. »
- It's smaller, more intimate, and... private.
- That's what makes it even more romantic, right? I want us to spend some time together, just the two of us. For once, we actually have the time.
She giggles as she turns off the water that had been running until now when he gets halfway to the bathtub. To be honest, I'm in total panic inside. I can't even explain why. Lucy is everything you could want in a girlfriend. She didn't run away when I told her that I had isolated myself from the world for half a year. On the contrary, she wanted to prove to me that I'm no longer alone. Maybe it's because I know that this situation will bring us to an even deeper stage in our relationship. I push the thought away and speak.
- You getting in first? I murmur.
She nods softly, stepping one foot at a time into the tub. My eyes don't leave her for a second as she sits at the back of the tub. I hesitate for a moment, but her reassuring smile tells me I have nothing to fear. She's the only person I've never been afraid of, at least not in the context of a relationship. Of course, I fear her when she's in a black rage, especially at me, but never otherwise. I return her smile and join her. Instead of leaning my back against hers, I decide to snuggle up against her side. My tension quickly evaporates as my sore muscles relax and Lucy runs a hand through my hair, wrapping her other arm around me. The water is boiling hot, but there's nothing better after this cold day. She kisses my forehead with a satisfied sigh.
- Here we are, in this bath.
I giggle, burying my head in her neck. She had been dreaming about this, and now I finally understand why.
- Have you been dreaming of this moment all day too?
- You could say that... Did you know I wanted to do this?
- No, not the bath, I admit. But now that we're here, it was a very good idea.
And I mean it. The steam rising from the bath creates a strange atmosphere in the room. From where I'm sitting, I can see the mirror, which fogged up in no time. When I look down at the bath, I'm glad to see that the bubbles cover my bruised body.
- Do you know why Mapi's been acting weird lately? I start the conversation with a hint of amusement in my voice.
I break the silence now that we're alone, in the calm. Lucy hums slightly at my question.
- So there was a reason?
- In a way, yes...
I lift my head to meet her eyes with furrowed brows. I smile, finding her adorable like this. She always makes that face when something bothers her or when she doesn't understand what's going on.
- Hmm... So... What was the reason?
- Lots of things... Jealousy, worry, doubts...
- In what way? she asks, skeptical. She thinks I wouldn't take good care of you?
- No, that's not it.
I smile in amusement, detecting impatience in her movements. She knows Mapi's opinion matters to me. Just to tease her a little longer, I reluctantly get up to straddle her. She removes her hands from me, placing them on the edge of the tub while watching me with confusion. I lose track of our conversation, mesmerized by the beauty in front of me. The setting really enhances Lucy. My fingers trace her exposed neck. She had pulled her hair into a messy bun right after our meal. She wanted to be comfortable. I appreciate seeing her so natural. I might not be the first to see her like this, but at least I'm the first among the students at Camp Wiegman. So, she's no longer the terrifying instructor everyone fears. She's just my girlfriend, who grants me the privilege of seeing her true self. Our evenings alone are my favorite moments so far, even though I've also enjoyed the parties. She seems almost innocent and harmless, which is far from the case at school. I almost dread the moment we have to go back. I don't know how she'll react, nor how I'll react. We'll resume our roles, and I won't be able to enjoy her company in her room as I'll have to return to mine.
- What are you thinking about, looking at me so sadly?
My eyes, which were focused on her mouth where my fingers are now, rise to meet hers. Her excitement has faded into concern. I feel guilty for making her worry, just because my thoughts, which were positive before getting in the bath, suddenly veered to a darker side. It was stronger than me. The idea that we might not be able to live this normally anymore doesn't sit well with me. Especially not after the amazing week we've been having.
- Did I do something wrong? she asks, making me shake my head. Did Mapi say something she shouldn't have? she continues.
I shake my head again. Words fail me, preventing me from defending against things she might believe because of my silence. Unable to find the words, I lean in to kiss her. Hard. Though slightly hesitant, she kisses me back, her hands gently caressing my waist. I seek even more contact, but she stops me.
- Hey, hey, stop. I get that this environment can give ideas, but that's not the point of this evening.
Her words cool my ardor, and I blush, realizing what I've just done. How could I have gone so far with just one fleeting thought?
- S-sorry... I-I didn't mean to. I-I don't know what came over me.
- It's okay, really, she giggles. What were you thinking about to get carried away like that, hmm? You were looking at me with adoration before suddenly closing off.
- I'm afraid of not handling our return to school well.
Lucy arches an eyebrow in confusion. It's understandable. I'm jumping from one topic to another without any reason.
- Did Mapi mess with your head? she deduces, still unsure of what's going on.
- No! I quickly reply. Mapi just needed comfort. She was jealous that she couldn't comfort me the way you do.
- Oh. I didn't see that coming... I thought I was the problem.
- No. She just felt neglected. We've drifted apart because of the distance, but it'll be okay. And...
I pause for a moment, unsure if I should continue.
- And?
- Will you promise not to hold it against her? I ask, nervously biting my lip.
- Why would I hold it against her?
- Because I'm not sure you'll appreciate what she thought of you at first...
- Go on, she mumbles, her mood shifting.
I bite my lip again. I know I'm taking a risk, but I can't afford to stay silent. I promised myself to be honest with her.
- I think she still saw us as the teens we were, because she thought you were too calm and reasonable for me.
I watch her closely as I say all this. Her reaction is strange. It's as if she's suppressing her feelings again.
- If you say that's what she thinks, then I guess that's not how you feel?
Of course not. How many times do I have to tell you? You're everything I need, Lucy. Mapi understands that now. Especially after the Valentine's Day you planned for me. She's planning to apologize to you because she knows I would tell you. If there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that I don't care about playing the reckless teenager anymore.
- OK... she murmurs. Thank you for being honest. I'll wait for Mapi's apology.
The tone of her voice isn't as cold as I expected. I understand that she doesn’t hold it against her. After all, she didn’t like her much at first either. If she says this, it's probably because she’ll use the opportunity to talk with her face-to-face.
- Thank you, I whispered at the thought. Thank you for everything.
- I love you.
My muscles relax at these simple words, which have become part of our daily routine. Lucy had promised to show me how much I mean to her, and for the past three days, that's all she’s done. I feel so loved, especially after struggling for so long to love myself.
- Say it again, please.
- I love you, my love.
This time, there’s a hint of amusement in her voice, but it doesn’t lessen the impact. She pulls me closer, returning us to our original position.
- Everything will be okay, alright? We'll figure things out. I’ll take care of us. But you, I want you to prioritize your future.
- You are my future, I murmured.
- I mean professionally, my love. I’ll take care of you like I promised, and I’ll handle our other relationships, like with Mapi if needed, but you have to focus on your studies first. Is that clear? Can you do that? It’s not that hard, right?
- No... It isn’t, as long as you’re by my side.
- I will be, no matter what. And how about we just enjoy our moment for once, hmm? You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.
- No, I don’t, but I understand why now. I wanted to thank you for being so patient with me. These past few days have been magical. I haven’t felt this at peace in someone’s arms in a long time.
- That’s all that matters then. That’s how I want you to feel with me. Not scared, or anxious, or lacking confidence, or uncomfortable... Just yourself.
- I am, I murmured. You’re the one who helped rebuild me. You’re probably the person I trust the most.
I take a deep breath at that thought. It’s frightening to depend so much on one person. But that’s my reality. I truly depend on Lucy. We both know that if she’s no longer in my life, I might spiral even worse than before. It happened once, and it wasn’t pretty. I could barely sleep at night or eat during meals, and it will happen again if she ever leaves me. I know that’s unlikely now, but even a one percent chance is terrifying.
- I don’t want to go back, I confided. You make me feel like I’m living a dream.
- I assure you, your dream is real, she teased. You’ll have to get used to living this peacefully.
- You have no idea how right you are, I murmured, snuggling even closer to her.
I close my eyes with a small, satisfied smile spreading across my lips. Yeah, I could easily get used to this new way of life.
- If Mapi kept us apart during our outings, it’s because she missed me, but also because she was seeking my attention out of fear that I’d leave her behind...
- I see, she sighed. There were other ways she could have shown it. Like, for example, talking to you about it.
- She knows she acted poorly, but my distance from her and my closeness to you affected her. She regrets it. In fact, we shouldn’t have involved everyone in this. I should���ve talked to her directly. I almost thought she had a fight with Ingrid.
- She didn’t, don’t worry. Ingrid mentioned it briefly at lunch, she reassured me.
A small sigh of relief escaped me. The last thing we need is for our little issues to affect their relationship.
- So, everything’s settled now? She’s going to leave us alone for the rest of the trip?
- I’ll make sure of it, I giggled.
- Good... So, back to you. Why do you understand how she feels?
- Because I’m afraid of our return to school...
- Babe, she sighed. We’ve already talked about this.
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Support System: Alone Time
You and Roy try to find some time alone together...
Can be read as standalone but mentions characters introduced in the Support System series.
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Living full time with Roy was the kind of wonderful you could have only dreamt of. When Lexie was around, your mornings would be relaxed and fun - he'd return from his session with Jamie, make breakfast with her, and let you get an extra hour in bed. When Lexie wasn't around, he'd wake you with something much better than breakfast. He was careful not to overstep with you in front of Lexie, not wanting her to feel awkward if he kissed you that little bit too deeply. It had meant that the previous habits of (mostly) keeping your hands to yourselves for half a week had stuck with you. Circumstances change, though, and Andy was currently over a week into a two week holiday. Aside from a sleepover with Phoebe and one with her grandmother, Lexie had otherwise spent the whole time with you both, and while it had been lovely to spend a really good amount of time together, you were feeling the frustration.
"Did Phoebe tell you about the school trip next week?"
"Yeah, Lion King is fucking ace, we saw it last year."
"They're so lucky, I'm sure I never got to go to the theatre on a school trip." You slumped into the sofa next to him and rubbed your eyes, with Christmas approaching you had way too much going on at work.
"Has Lex got a passport? Have you?"
"Yeah. If you tell me you're booking an all-inclusive beach resort for next summer, then I will definitely make it worth your while."
"I'm just going to lie and say yes that's exactly my plan, but I'm full of shit. It's not." He puts his laptop on the table and moves so you can sit between his legs with your back flush to his chest. You relax against him and focus on feeling his heartbeat thrum right behind yours, all the noise of work disappearing. You close your eyes and let your head fall back onto his shoulder.
"Shame. Maybe I'll do it next week as a reward for us both getting through work."
"You should, I'll give you my travel agents' info. She'll sort us out." He runs his fingers back and forth over the hem of your shorts. "I've just got her to book something, actually." He says casually.
"Hmm?" You ask, eyes closed.
"Paris for four nights right before Christmas," he kisses the spot behind your ear that makes your back arch. This time, though, it makes you turn sharply in his lap, your hands landing either side of his hips.
"What?! That's less than a month away!"
"Disney? With Sara and Phoebe. I've already booked her services to have Lex for a day so we can go into the city." The more he speaks, the more into his lap you climb, knees in place of your hands digging into the plush sofa seat, your chest pressed closely to his, nose to nose.
"Really?" He nods,
"Just need to send your passport details over. It's booked already," you cut him off with a kiss, arms around his neck. It's been too long (only a few days), so your body can't help but rock down against his.
"I really fucking love you." You mutter through kisses, "thank you." You feel him smile, his hands running up and down your thighs.
"I love you. But we shouldn't do this here." He tries to stop you from rolling your hips but ends up pinning them in place, feeling the heat of your core against him. You can't help the needy whine that escapes, you push against his hands to try and force more contact but he's obviously far stronger, "nope," he growls. "Not here."
"Better get me to bed then, coach." You trail your hand down between your bodies, giving him the impression that you're about to slip your hand into his shorts and wrap it around him. Instead, you lift the bottom of your vest top and pull it over your head. With his hands still firmly on your hips to hold you in place, he's unable to touch you. You lean forward just enough to kiss him and then climb from his lap completely and disappear with a wink. He follows the path of your clothes all the way to the bedroom. You break the sultry pose you're holding - leaning back on your elbows with your legs crossed demurely - almost as soon as he walks in, falling back to lay flat on the bed in giggles. He's on you in seconds, hooking his arms behind your knees and pulling you towards him.
"You starting something you can't finish?" He leans over you,
"Oof! I think we'll both finish just fine if you set your mind to it." You tease, pulling his t-shirt off.
"That's not the worry," he kisses you, "It's you not fucking keeping quiet." His hand slots between you nudges your legs wider open. "What do you think?"
"I can be quiet." You nod, reaching for him.
"We'll see about that." His grin is wicked as he kisses a hot path down your body, roughly palming your breast as he nips at the dip of your waist. "If you make a sound, I'll stop," he warns just before he flicks your clit with his tongue. You draw breath and hold it for what feels like hours as he devours you. He eats you out like he's worshipping you, every touch designed to bring you closer to the edge. You have to bite your own fist to keep quiet, but it's impossible to disguise your laboured breathing. He knows how to read your body and doesn't need you to make a sound to know you're close, your thighs quiver and he gets right to the point where he's certain you're about to come… and stops, moving away from you entirely so he's not tempted to let you finish just so he can keep tasting you. Your mouth drops open in a silent cry of disbelief, and he has the audacity to kiss you, "good girl." He whispers, griping your hips lightly to flip you onto your stomach, but you roll back and pull him close so you can whisper right into his ear,
"I don't think so, if you're going to make me beg for it, then you can look me in the eye while you do it," his laugh rumbles against you,
"You're so fucking hot when you're mad. But if that's what you want -" Now it's your turn to laugh,
"What I want very much, my love," you tell him as you kiss along his jawline, "is for you to fuck me absolutely senseless so that tomorrow, when we're both at work, you'll know that I'm still aching." He rests his forehead against yours,
"Fucking hell babe, thought I was the one making demands." He sounds wrecked.
"Hmm. Still going to make me wait?" You smile sweetly, rolling your hips up to meet his.
"Course I am," he chuckles, his fingers grazing through your folds and pushing into your soaked pussy. "If you're so sure you can stay quiet, prove it," he challenges. Your breathing is already ragged. You both know it never takes long for him to make you come at the best of times, and he's already had you so close to the edge once. He knows your body probably better than you do, which is why he knows exactly when to stop again. He kisses away your frustration once more and lets you catch your breath. He brings his fingers to your mouth and while you suck them clean, your thighs are drawn together like magnets, desperately trying to put some pressure on your clit. He shakes his head and moves to open you up and rest his whole body between your legs,
"Please, Roy. Please -" you beg, your voice low and husky.
"Nearly love, one more for me." He pins your wrists above your head and brings himself level with your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipple. Your hips rut up against his stomach, he can feel how wet you are, how much you need him, and it only makes him harder. "You like that? Think I could make you come like this?" He sucks at the soft, sensitive underside of your breasts, leaving his mark on you and dragging you so close to orgasm again. There's no doubt he could make you come just from this alone, he's done it before on nights where you'd spent hours mapping each other's bodies and marveling at the effect you had on each other.
"No, please no," you plead as he denies you again, "I need you to touch me, Roy."
"Tell me what you want, babe," he whispers, moving above you held up on his elbows.
"Fuck Roy, I need you inside me," you're quiet, but you really don't think you'll be able to stay that way, your body is vibrating with anticipation. He looks at you with such intense love, you must look a mess underneath him - your hair tangled in bedsheets, your lips red and swollen from where you've been biting them in an effort to keep quiet, and your eyes glazed with a heady combination of lust and love.
"You're so fucking beautiful." His hand moves to slide up your thigh to encourage you to hook it around him, opening you up further to him. He lines up against your entrance, taking his time to push into you until he's fully seated. You're nose to nose as he thrusts slowly, building you up until you fingertips are digging into his shoulders, urging him not to stop. He kisses you as you clench around him and your orgasm shatters. Making you come undone after so long is enough to send Roy over the edge right behind you. He clutches at you, barely able to keep quiet himself as he spills into you. He collapses onto you, both of you boneless and panting. You run your hands through his hair gently, not ready to lose the warmth of his body.
"Told you I could be quiet." You murmur sleepily, "Didn't expect you to fucking torture me though," you add, poking him in the ribs and making him squirm.
"Maybe, but you loved it," he teased.
"Hmm. I love everything you do to me," you sigh happily.
FIN
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Dan picks up right where they'd left off: figuring out how to rearrange their spring break plans. Rescheduling their flights out is doable, if a bit costly, but Dan isn't interested in heading back north anymore. She doesn't say she doesn't want to let Neil out of sight, but she alludes to it so tactlessly Neil knows what she means. She doesn't think there is anything worth doing around campus this week, what with everything closed down for break, and fishes for ideas from the others. "Did you have any plans to do anything?" Matt finally thinks to ask Neil. "Besides the obvious, I mean."
Neil isn't sure if Matt means Exy or Andrew. He doesn't try to guess but says, "I was going to take a road trip." Judging by the looks on their faces, it is the last thing they'd expected from him. Neil shrugs uncomfortably and says, "Mom and I traveled to survive. I've never gone anywhere just because I could. I wanted to know what it was like." "You've never taken a vacation?" Dan asks, then catches herself with a wince and a, "Scratch that. Forget I said that." "Where did you want to go?" Renee asks. "I don't know," Neil admits. "I haven't looked around yet." Allison taps manicured fingernails against her lips thoughtfully, then beckons to Matt. "Resort?" "Doesn't seem like his kind of thing," Matt says, "and it's too early for the beach. Cabin?" Allison looks poised to argue but thinks better of it. "Blue Ridge?" "Haven't been yet," Matt says, "but I've heard they're awesome." "Neil?" Allison asks. "What?" Neil asks, lost. "Yes or no?" Allison asks, like she can't believe he isn't following along. "We're going to the mountains for the week." "We," Kevin echoes. When Matt loops his finger to indicate everyone, Kevin makes a cutting gesture in dismissal. "No. Regardless of what happened this weekend, we are still in the middle of spring championships. We need—" Kevin cuts off abruptly and looks down.
Day: Monday, March 11th / 12th* Time: 10:20 AM EST
*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.
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Tropical Teasing (Tropical Tension Pt2)
Loki/Fem Reader Smut
Summary: Loki and his love are enjoying a blissful, romantic vacation after their first night together. However, after Loki leaves an embarrassing mark on her neck, she pushes herself away from him for a few hours. Little does she know, a few hours without Loki feels like a guilt filled lifetime.
Warnings/Notes: SMUT 18+ MDNI!!! A lil bit of angst, depressed Loki, bisexual reader and Loki (they literally come out to each other it’s adorable), lots of teasing, Unprotected sex, Beach Sex, Skinny Dipping, Oral (F and M receiving), other stuff I probably forgot.
Word Count: 9.3k
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“This isn’t a honeymoon you guys.”
Agent Barton’s words were lost in a haze of love and lust from you and Loki. A whole year of teasing from the two of you came to head within one night and now you couldn’t get enough of each other. Every touch, every kiss was intoxicating. You were addicted.
It was day three of your seven day getaway and you and Loki were on each other like it was mating season. Within this short time you nearly lost count of the orgasms he had given you. That number would only increase within the coming days. You were for sure of that as he currently was buried in your cunt.
It was intended to be an innocent shower to clean up before you met with your friends at the resort for massages. Loki raised an eyebrow at this activity and questions spewed endlessly from his lips.
“You’ll be undressed in front of others?”
“Well, yes and no. I’ll be covered with a long towel.” You tirelessly answer.
“Who is touching you in such a way? It certainly isn’t me.” He pries even more.
“A professionally trained masseuse who has done this a million times. Nakedness is not always sexual. I've had a tiring past month, I need to relax.” You tell him, undressing for a quick shower.
“That’s my job! Have I not fulfilled you, my love?” He walks closer, running his fingers down your spine.
“You have fulfilled me plenty, Loki. And you will have many opportunities to do it again. But please, don’t worry about it. It’s an innocent massage.” You reason with him, brushing his dark hair from his bare shoulders.
Loki sighed, he could only be stubborn for so long. He did say that he wanted you to enjoy your trip after all. “Fine. Do not forget who you belong to.” He kisses your temple possessively.
“And who is that? Because I think it's Fury with all the work he’s been making me do.” You roll your eyes, recalling the tiring mission.
“Stop that, don’t make me remind you!” He threatens.
“Maybe I do need a refresher.” You tease. Even after he claimed you for the first time and confessed his love for you, the teasing would never end.
That was how you ended up in your current position with your back sliding up and down the wet, tile wall of the hotel shower. Loki supported your body with his hands hooked under your thighs as he thrusted between them, his forehead resting on your shoulder. Your fingernails dug into the wet flesh of his pale shoulders as you both chased your highs.
“Hurry- Loki- I’m gonna AH! I’m gonna be late!” You remind him of your plans in broken moans.
“Don’t rush me, woman!” He growls, raising his head to bite at the base of your neck. A gesture you didn’t think too much of at the moment. “We’re done when you cum around my cock and I cum inside that pretty cunt.”
“Yeah, that’s the whole point.” You giggle teasingly before one hand wraps around your throat.
“Watch that smart mouth around me, pet. Or I'll put it to better use and leave you needy for me.” He threatens.
His bold action and words pushed you closer to the edge, your legs wrapped tighter around his moving hips.
“N-no sir- I’m sorry! I’ll be good- PLEASE!” You scream out for him, hoping the running water will conceal your screams to avoid another noise complaint.
“Good girl.” His hand drops from your neck to run tight circles around your clit, “Now cum for me.”
You scream out his name as you follow his stern orders. Your pussy clenching around his thrusting cock just like he wanted. Your orgasm triggering his own. A deep, breathy moan slipped from his pink lips as he spilled his cum deep inside you. Thankfully, in this setting, cleanup wouldn’t be much of an issue.
After your short shower session, you sat at the vanity, drying your hair as fast as you could to make it in time. You watched Loki behind you from the reflection of the mirror as he dried his perfect body, still very much naked.
You smiled to yourself, wondering how you landed such a perfect man who was also amazing in the bedroom. Was it because he was a god? Or was he just very experienced? He was over a thousand years old, so you imagined he had some impressive sexual conquests under his literal and metaphorical belt.
Turning your eyes back to yourself, you made a discovery. An obvious mark of Loki’s love at the base of your neck for all to see. Sure, basically everyone knew that you and Loki were fucking, but they didn’t need to be reminded every time they looked at you. All your sundresses were revealing, therefore you had no way to hide it. You clenched your jaw and whipped around to face the god behind you.
“Loki!” You yell, quickly grabbing his attention.
“What?” He asks with just a touch of too much attitude.
“What! That’s all you have to say? Well I have a question for you mischief, what the hell is this?” You push your hair back and pull the collar of your silk robe aside, revealing the mark to his eyes.
Loki smirked, fully aware of what he had done, “That? Well darling, that is my mark to show whoever touches you that you are mine.” He states as if it was obvious.
“No! It’s embarrassing! Everyone saw us Loki, they heard us! This is completely unnecessary.” You scold him, giving him a light smack on his chest when you approached his bare form.
“Maybe they did. But the masseuse didn’t.” He replies confidently, like a smartass.
Now, you loved Loki, and you would never hurt him. But gods above, you were so tempted to smack him across his pretty face so hard that the smirk he was currently donning would fly across the room and never return. You simply just rolled your eyes, turning to your makeup bag to grab some last minute coverup.
“Now I'm really going to be late.” You growl to yourself, giving a deadly side glance to Loki.
“Hey! What are you doing? Are you trying to hide-”
“Yes, Loki! Yes I am!” Your playful teasing turning into a full blown argument.
Loki was taken back by your words, by your anger. He didn’t think you would care so much. He turned away, clothing himself with magic before sitting on your shared bed, sulking, hoping you would feel sorry for him. Like you always did before.
You sloppily covered the hickey in a rush before throwing on a flowy sundress with a white bikini underneath, choosing to wear swimwear instead of underwear on this vacation. You walked to the door, pausing to look at Loki as he slumped on the bed.
“I’ll see you at dinner.” You say before making your leave.
“Wait!” Loki stops you in your tracks, much to his relief, you stop and hear what he has to say.
“What?” You ask in an impatient tone.
“I can remove it with magic, if you want.” He offers.
You sigh, cocking your head towards the gloomy god, “Don’t bother.” Was the last words you muttered before closing the door. Loki was surprised you didn’t take him up on his offer, perhaps you weren't as angry as you led on.
The raven haired man plopped on the bed, what was he to do while you were away? He hoped that you wouldn’t be angry when he saw you again, perhaps he should apologize. He truly didn’t expect you to be so upset about his mark. Seeing you angry genuinely scared him, it was not an emotion that he wanted you to feel towards him. He only wanted to make you happy, he feared he had already ruined things between you. Maybe he was truly never meant to be loved. Loki felt no motivation to go outside and socialize. He used his magic to close the curtains, covering the view that you loved so much as he laid on the bed. At least you were enjoying yourself on vacation.
–
Your sandals slapped against the polished floor of the hotel lobby as you met with your friends, who were all waiting for you.
“Sorry I’m late.” You apologize as you approach the girls.
“It’s okay, I was once in a new, budding relationship as well.” Wanda states, playfully winking at you.
You laugh uncomfortably, they all knew, there was no need to obviously remind them with a mark on your skin.
Wanda and Pepper look around the resort as you walk to your massage appointment. You quietly trail behind them, recalling your quarrel with Loki. Part of you felt guilty, maybe you should have at least resolved things before leaving. You knew how he could get, he was most likely wallowing in his own pity right now. He never dealt with arguments well, you knew that after hearing his many fights with Thor. You remembered how he would lock himself inside of his room. On a good day he would just be reading a book, acting like the situation never happened. Other times, he would wallow in his bed for days on end, until you went in there to cheer him up.
You knew that you were most likely his only source of happiness in this mortal world he found himself in. And his only source of happiness just yelled at him for trying to show his love in the only way he knew how, by being possessive. Loki didn’t have many things to himself growing up. He had to share his mother and father’s attention with Thor, one more than the other. As they became grown men, they would even have to share the same women who brought them pleasure late at night. Loki felt as if he was constantly being compared to his brother, so when he had you, he wanted to make sure that you were only his. Not just so that his brother knew, but that the whole word knew that you were his. Guilt filled your veins as you thought it over, half tempted to ditch your friends and go smooth things over with him before he got too depressed over it.
“What are you zoning out about?” Natasha spoke up next to you, pulling you out of your trance.
You sighed, deciding to be honest with her, “I yelled at Loki over something that wasn’t a big deal. I was just stressed that I would be late. I feel so awful.” You confess to your best friend.
“Why did you yell at him?” She asks.
You tense up, face flushed. It was all so embarrassing, “Well… he um.” You stuttered in an attempt to get the words out, “He gave me a ‘mark’ in a place that was too visible.” You answered in a hushed tone, making sure the two women in front of you didn’t hear.
Natasha laughed, “What? That’s it? I thought he put baby powder in your hairdryer or something mischievous like that. He seems like the kind of guy who would do that. I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”
“It would have been fine if he didn’t give it to me at the last minute before I had to leave.” You roll your eyes.
“You two were going at it before you met us? No wonder you were late. Where is it?” Her curiosity getting the best of her.
“Here.” You bashfully point to the poorly covered spot on your neck, apparently it wasn’t that bad if a super spy hadn’t noticed it immediately.
“Oh… I see it now. You tried your best covering it up, huh?”
“Yeah.” You breathed out sarcastically, letting your hair fall into place to cover the faded mark.
“He’s just insecure. He wants to make sure everyone knows you’re his property.” The redhead laughs.
“I’m not ‘property’, don’t put it like that. It's embarrassing.”
“Just to remind you, he was basically between your thighs the other night as he licked salt from between your tits and slowly took that lime from your mouth. Is his little mark more embarrassing than that?” She reminds you.
All you wanted to do right now was crawl into a hole and bury yourself. You put yourself on full display for everyone just so that Loki would make a brave move. Now you shamed him for doing the equivalent, you wanted to go back to him, you needed to.
“We’re here!” Pepper squeals in excitement as all of you approach the entry of the resort. Four private massage tables were set up with a view of the beach and you reminded yourself how sore your muscles were.
‘Surely he’ll be okay for another hour.’
Each of you walk into different rooms to undress, wrapping your bare form in a robe before walking out. You inspected yourself in the mirror first, the quick makeup job on your neck was fading from your sweat thanks to the humid air. You grabbed a tissue to rub the rest off.
‘Fuck it’
–
The sound of the waves calmed you as the masseuse worked at your tense muscles. Your argument with Loki had been long forgotten as the world melted away in perfect silence.
Unfortunately, the silence only lasted for a few fleeting seconds before the girls around you decided to start talking, gossiping about their personal lives. It didn’t take long for them to start talking about their men.
“I love Tony and all, but his ego just ruins him for others. If only they could all see how he is with me, no smartass comments, he just only says yes around me. It’s amazing.” Pepper once again tries to defend Stark.
“No smartass comments? Yeah, I don’t buy that for a second.” Natasha doubts the woman.
“Well, not in an egotistical way, it’s more in a flirtatious way.” She claims.
“Oh, if only Vision knew what flirting was. It’s so cute in a way, he is terrible at taking hints.” Wanda rolls her eyes sarcastically.
“He’s lucky he has you then, or else Tony would have to build another robot to keep him company.” Natasha giggles as the witch throws her a glare.
“What about you?” Wanda says your name, pulling you into the conversation unwillingly, “What is Loki like as a lover?”
“Yeah, and we want all the dirty details.” Natasha wiggles an eyebrow from her face down position.
“Well, maybe not all of them. We are in public.” Pepper reminds the ladies.
You sighed, groaning at the thought of the god who was most likely sulking in your room right now and the masseuse working on a knot in your lower back.
“He’s amazing. What else is there to say?” You simply state.
“Oh c’mon, you guys have had unbearable tension for like a year. There has to be more to it than that.” Natasha turned her head to the side so that you could see her eyes roll.
“He’s so shy, is he like that with you?” Pepper asks.
“Absolutely not, and he’s not shy. He just hates everyone.” You scoff.
“Oh? So he’s more dominant?” Natasha questions, clearly wanting to know the more perverted details.
“Nat!” Pepper scolds the curious spy.
“What? It’s just girl talk.” Natasha plays it off.
“We are not the only ones here!” Pepper stresses, reminding you of the four masseuses working on all of you.
“We’ve heard worse.” The woman who is currently working on loosening up your shoulders speaks up.
Natasha laughs and persits with her dirty questions, “See? They’ve heard it all.”
You sigh, if they want to hear it, then you'll give it to them. “Where do I start? He’s so gentle and cautious at first, almost like he’s afraid to hurt me. And he teases, it’s almost unbearable sometimes. He doesn’t just jump right into it, oh no, he takes his sweet time. Oh, and he insists on going down on me. I don’t have to ask or tell him what to do, he just knows, y’know?” You pause, the other women completely silent, invested in every word you said, “The name ‘silver tongue’ holds many meanings. After I literally have to push him away from me, he always asks if I'm okay. He whispers into my ear and holds me like a porcelain doll, you wouldn’t believe how gentle he can be. What next? Oh, he’s huge by the way. I sometimes ask myself, ‘how is he so perfect?’ Then I remember that he is a literal god. I have a faint idea of how much of a whore he was in Asgard, but with what he knows how to do, it’s fine. I’ll spare you the gory details, but I've never had to show him how to make me finish, he just knows. And afterwards, oh, he’s so sweet and caring, you wouldn’t believe it’s the same man.” You breathe in happily, recalling every intimate moment the two of you have shared within the past seventy-two hours, heat rushing between your legs as you did so. “So that’s what it’s like to sleep with a god, since you were so curious.”
A stiff moment of silence covers the room, the women finally shutting up as you listen to the crash of the waves in the distance in content.
“Maybe I haven't heard it all.” The masseuse finishes up your massage with the others, your blissful hour has come to an end.
You sit up slowly, your once tense muscles now relaxed as you wrap yourself in a towel to cover yourself, the other women doing the same as they all look at you with horror in their pretty eyes.
“Are you sure you guys have only been banging for like three days? Because what you said sounds like at least a few months worth of experience.” Wanda breaks the silence with a question.
“Oh, it has been a very eventful three days.” You admit.
“I can tell.” Wanda motions to the mark Loki had left. You now wore it with pride. It showed that he was yours just as much as you were his.
“We’re not taking you anywhere until your honeymoon phase is over.” Pepper rolls her eyes, her freckled cheeks slightly flushed.
“Hey! Nat started it!” You blame the woman sitting on the table that was next to yours.
“No I didn’t!” She defends herself.
“You did say that you wanted to hear all the dirty details.” Wanda reminds her.
“I didn’t think that she would actually describe it!” She admits.
You laugh at the women’s bickering, running your hand over the hickey. The mark you once were embarrassed of now felt comforting, like he was with you. You couldn’t get over the sinking feeling that he needed you right now. Not sexually, but emotionally.
–
When you and the girls arrived at the hotel you found everyone at the private seating area outside, waiting for dinner to be served. However, Loki was nowhere to be found. You had a feeling he wouldn’t be here, you doubt that he left the room at all today.
“Have you seen Loki today?” You ask Thor after waving him down.
“I thought he was with you all day.” He states, gnawing gluttonously at a kebab.
You sigh at his response. This was a vacation for christ’s sake! Even if you did piss him off he should be outside reading a book by the pool at least. You immediately go back inside the hotel and head for your shared room. Once again you would have to cheer him up, and give him an apology.
When you opened the door to your room it was pitch black, the curtains drawn shut. If you didn’t know any better you would assume it was empty. That was until you saw a god sized lump underneath the white, pristine hotel sheets. Had he seriously been there all day?
“Loki, it’s time to eat. I’m sure you’re hungry.” You tell him, sitting at the edge of the bed.
His only response was a few muffled groans underneath the covers, you couldn’t make out what he was saying.
“I can’t hear you, my love.” You lean in closer, pulling the top of the blanket down past his head.
“Not hungry.” Was all he said in return.
“Yes you are, you haven’t eaten all day. I know you haven't, so don't try to lie to me.”
He stayed silent, you didn’t think that you hurt him this much. You rub his back over the covers, even under the sheets you could feel his muscles relax at your touch. He missed your touch all day, even when you were apart for a mere few hours, he longed for you.
“Loki… I am so sorry. I overreacted this morning. I know how you are, I know you want everyone to know that I am yours. I’m just not used to that type of affection, it’s new for me. But they know now.” You smile to yourself as his back is turned to you. Your fingers travel upwards to play with the tangled, black locks of hair. “They asked about you, my friends. Do you want to know what I said to them?”
“What?” He mutters his question.
“I told them about how amazing you are. How sweet and gently you treat me, like I’m a princess. I had to let them know how perfect you were so that all their boyfriends would feel inferior. Because now they know that I have the best man I could ever ask for.” You lean down to kiss his cheek. The slight taste of salt lingered from your lips, he must have been crying.
He shifted, blankets rustling as he turned to face you, “Is that true?” He asks, taking your hand into his.
“Would I ever lie to my god?” You hold his hand tightly, making sure he never lets go.
“I suppose not.” Even in the dark of the room you can see his beautiful smile.
You lean your body over his to place a soft kiss on his lips, they were dry. Clearly he didn’t eat or drink anything today. His large hands ran up your body, memorizing every curve in the dark like he was being tested on it. The kiss deepens as you push your body closer to his. He felt your skin in the darkness, it was soft from the massage oil. After a few more seconds you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.
“How was your massage, darling?” He asks, tracing circles on your bare shoulder blades and fidgeting with the straps of your sundress.
“It was amazing, I feel so much better.” You admit, falling into his touch. You hovered your face next to his to whisper in his ear, “I wished it was you though. I had to keep myself from imagining your hands all over me so I wouldn’t get horny.”
Loki chuckles, “Poor thing, I was wrong to assume that you would forget who you belong to.”
You sit up, straddling his hips that were covered by multiple layers of fabric. He holds both of your hands with his. Using his magic to turn on the lights so he could properly see you above him. His pupils widened at the sight of you. Your skin had a beautiful shine, your cleavage was very visible from his place beneath you and the skirt of your dress sprawled around your slightly spread thighs. He could see the mark that he left, no trace of makeup was found on top of it.
“I love it when you admit that you’re wrong.” You giggle, putting more weight on your hands as he pushes back, keeping you relying on his strength to keep you from falling face first.
“Don’t get used to it.” He rolls his eyes, letting go of your hands before sliding his fingers under the skirt of your dress. You began to feel his hardness underneath the comforter. A wet spot started to form in your bikini bottoms as he fidgeted with the waistband.
Between the relaxing massage and your current situation, your arousal was becoming too strong to ignore. However, the growl in your stomach showed what you needed more at the moment.
“Loki, I love you. But I’m so hungry, can we eat first?” You ask him.
Loki groaned in annoyance, “Just something quick?” He answers your question with another question. Though it was more of an offer for a compromise.
“I was thinking we could save it all for later. I want to go to the beach.” You tell him.
“So I have to wait until after dinner and a beach trip? Are you trying to kill me?” He attempts to guilt you.
You laugh at his borderline whining, “Let me reiterate, I want to have dinner, then go to the beach. A very private beach, alone with you.” You smirk, knowing he would get the hint.
You intended to have your private beach time with Loki last night, you had both hinted at it all day. That was until you got pulled into a drinking game with Natasha that you utterly lost and Loki had to carry you back up to your room.
His smirk matched yours, “You will not be having a drop of alcohol tonight to ensure that.” He demands.
You place your hand over your heart, “You have my word, tonight is about us.”
Finally, he sits up with you still on top of him, “As every night should be. Shall we?” He lifts you off of him and stands from the bed, placing you next to him.
Loki certainly looked like he literally laid in bed all day. His hair was a mess, his shirt long gone, and his lounge pants hung low on his hips. It was an insanely attractive look, though unfortunately, it was not dinner appropriate.
“You don’t look very ready.” You point out his disheveled appearance.
His appearance changes, a dark green tee covers his once exposed chest that you already missed dearly. Loose lounge pants turned into tight, black jeans, perfectly showing off the erection that you caused.
“Better?” He sarcastically asks, slightly raising his arms to present himself in his iconic pose.
“For now.” You tease and kiss him on the cheek.
–
You and Loki walked out to the outside dining area hand in hand. Everyone was too focused on their individual conversations to pay the two of you any mind. You felt relieved that everyone seemed to have already grown used to your relationship with Loki, or they just ignored it. You were happy either way, being teased by him and Natasha was enough. Extra pairs of prying eyes and questioning tongues would be too much for you to handle. You enjoyed being alone with him, even in a crowd it just felt like the two of you as he held your hand.
Loki quickly made his way to the self-serve buffet, dragging you behind him as you attempted to keep up with his stride.
“I thought you weren’t hungry?” You ask teasingly, recalling his dramatic words from earlier.
“Realistically, I could go days without eating. Tonight, however, I am hungry for something more delicious than any meal on earth or Asgard.” He turns slightly to give you a lustful glare, “Therefore, I want to eat and get out of here as quickly as possible.” He states, loading two plates, one for you and one for him.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, mischief. If you eat too fast you’ll get sick and then neither of us get what we want.” You tell him.
Loki scoffs as he holds the plates and guides you to a lonesome table, “Unlike you, darling, I have self control. And I know better than to get involved in a drinking contest with a Russian woman.”
“I never turn down a challenge, you of all people should know that.” You roll your eyes as you sit down to eat.
“You’re lucky you didn’t get alcohol poisoning.” He states, remembering how he carried your drunken form all the way back to your room from the beach.
“I have a great tolerance, excuse you. I lasted longer than the other girls.” You remind him.
Loki let out a sarcastic chuckle before taking another bite. You loved to see him like this. He was always happiest when he could be himself, teasing you and being generally mischievous.
Almost on cue, Natasha walks over with a drink in her hand, “Drink?” She offers, giving Loki a knowing look as he glared at her.
You laugh at the way they looked at each other with fuming anger, “Not tonight, Natty. I’m still recovering.” You put your hand up slightly as you turned down her offer.
“If you say so.” She smirks, taking a sip of the drink, “Any big plans tonight?” She asks.
“We were just going to go walk our dinner off at the beach afterwards.” You tell her, purposefully keeping your plans vague. Loki nodded along, hoping that your friend would mind her own business for once.
Natasha smirks, knowing that she was currently pissing off your boyfriend, “Me and the girls were thinking of a night swim, would you like to join us?” She asks you, ignoring Loki’s painful glare.
Before you could answer, Loki speaks up for you, “No. She would not.”
You try your best to not giggle at him, he was making damn sure that he would not be deprived of you for another night.
“Hey! How about you let her answer the question.” She snaps at him, leaning down to whisper not so quietly in your ear, “Is he always this controlling? I’m worried.” She asks, knowing that Loki could fully hear her.
Glancing at Loki’s handsome, unamused face, you answered her. “He’s just antsy, I promised him something.” You hint, hoping that your answer would push her away.
“Ooh-” She realizes and stands up straight, raising her hands on your shoulders, “I see how it is.” She brushed your hair back to reveal the mark at the base of your neck. Loki was about to leave fifty more on you if she kept this up, “Have fun with her, she’s special, y’know?”
You giggle at her words, she was doing everything she could to make him despise her right now.
“Oh- I am very aware of how special she is.” He growls, eyes fuming with jealousy. It caused a rush of heat to flow between your thighs.
“Good. Because if you hurt her, I will kill you.” She threatens the god across from you.
You speak up before Loki could get a word out, “Thank you, Natasha. Go bother Steve or Bruce.” You suggest.
She giggles before stepping away, “If you insist, see you around.” She plays with your hair once more before walking back to her table.
You watch her before turning back to the jealous god, his glare now turned on you.
“What?” You ask with a hint of attitude.
Loki sighs, sitting back in his chair, “Finish your dinner.”
Both of you finished your food in a rushed silence. Loki wanted nothing more than to slip away from the crowd with you, unnoticed and unbothered.
As the two of you went to make your leave, Thor stepped in front of Loki, stopping his eager brother in his tracks.
“Brother! Off so soon? There is a whole night ahead of us! Give the lady a break.” Thor slurs, clearly a few drinks in.
Loki rolls his eyes at Thor. You stood next to him in silence, watching the way Loki clenched his jaw in annoyance. He was so hot when he was pissed, and everyone seemed to go out of their way to get on his nerves tonight. In an unintended way, it prolonged your teasing. Loki would have a copious amount of pent up emotions that he would be taking out on you in the best way possible later. And you couldn’t wait.
“Mind your own, brother. She is fine.” He holds your hand a little tighter.
“I’ve had a long day Thor, I’m just ready to retire for the night. I’ll join you guys tomorrow.” You speak up, intending on sounding like you innocently wanted to go to bed.
Thor’s eyes dart between you and Loki for a few seconds, then a warm smile appears on the blond god’s face, “If you insist.” He acknowledges your statement before he looked at his raven haired brother, “I’m happy for you, Loki. You deserve a love like her’s” He pats his younger brother on the shoulder.
You could tell that Loki was caught off guard by Thor’s words. Even if they were the words of a tipsy god, they were sincere. Loki is frozen in place, staring at his brother with wide eyes as he stumbles away, demanding another drink from the bar.
“Hey, are you okay?” You ask as you squeeze his hand for comfort.
Loki breaks out of his trance and looks over to you, “Never better.” He smiles genuinely. Your chest warmed and your heart skipped a beat. He was so beautiful when he was happy. It wasn’t an emotion that he showed to others often. You get to see that smile every day, the same smile that you see when you wake up next to him in the morning after a night of pleasure. It was the smile of a man who had found everything he wanted after years of searching. You mirrored his joy with a smile of your own. Everyone probably thought the two of you looked insane as you briefly shared a moment of happiness with him. They would never understand how he made you feel.
–
The water reflected the pale moonlight as you walked hand in hand with Loki across the shore. You were making your way to a secluded cove that you found earlier, knowing that it would be the perfect spot. Your other hand held a rolled up beach towel that you quickly grabbed from your room. Sex on the beach was exciting and all, however, you wanted to keep the sand out of places it had no business being in.
Loki was surprisingly quiet. At first you wondered if he was still upset from this morning, then you realized that for once in his long life, he was at peace. He didn’t have to prove himself to anyone or deal with the stress of battle. He was content. You could tell that he was thinking though, what it was about, you had no idea.
“Are you still there?” You quietly ask him.
“Me? Of course I am.” He answers.
“Just making sure. Y’know, if you’re tired we can just head back-” You began to tease before he cut you off.
“No! This is all I longed for all day, we will not be interrupted in our time together.” He growled, walking a little faster to reach your destination ahead.
“Just making sure.” You giggle at his eagerness, “You just looked lost in thought. Was it Thor?”
Loki sighs, “Partially, Yes. He caught me off guard with that statement.” He admits.
“You know what they say, drunken words are sober thoughts. He loves you, Loki. No matter what, he will always be your brother.”
“I know. He’s an oaf, but I love him. He’s all I have for my family. Don’t tell him that I said that.” His voice darkens threateningly at his last few words.
“I won’t.” You laugh a little at his empty threat, “What else are you thinking about?”
“What makes you think I’m thinking of something else?” He questions.
“Well, you said that Thor was partially the reason. What’s the other part?” You hoped you weren’t prying too much.
Loki gives you a strange side glance before looking ahead once more, “Natasha. She’s too comfortable.”
“Ooh-” You realize his jealousy, “You know how us girls can be, we tell each other everything.”
“I am aware of how your female friendships can be. But she’s… flirting.” He states in concern.
“Don’t feel threatened by her, she just likes to tease.” You tell him, hoping to ease his worries.
“May I ask you something personal, darling? You don’t have to answer if you don’t feel comfortable.” His thumb strokes the skin of your soft hand, reminding you that you were safe with him.
“What is it?” You ask cautiously.
Loki is silent for a few seconds, mentally searching for the correct words to say. “I apologize if I misread things, please tell me if I'm wrong. You are just so close, so comfortable with her. I know that you aren’t like that with the others. Was there ever a point where you two were perhaps… more than friends?” He reveals his curiosity.
Your eyes widened a bit, he noticed everything, “It was never serious, just some fun to keep each other company late at night.” You admit.
“I’m sorry if I was prying too much. I was just curious.” He apologizes.
“It’s fine. I’m not ashamed or anything, girls are hot too.” You tell him, feeling comfortable in his presence.
“So… You are interested in both sexes?” He asks for your confirmation.
“Who am I to be picky? I’ve felt this way since I was pretty young. It isn’t a problem, is it?” You look at him in a brief fear of rejection.
“No no! Not at all, I am the same way!” He admits with pride, happy that he can share this topic with you.
Pure joy runs through your body as you stop walking and leap into his arms, “I love you, so much. Thank you for sharing this with me.”
Loki kisses your forehead, cradling your head as he did so, “I love you too, darling. You mean everything to me.”
You both pull back from the tight embrace to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. The waves of the endless ocean lapped over your bare feet as you stood on the tips of your toes to kiss the tall god. His strong arms wrapped possessively around your waist as he pulled you flush with his body. His neglected erection from earlier pressed against your lower stomach as he pushed his hips into yours slightly.
“How much longer?” He asks, growing impatient.
“It’s right up ahead.” You take his hand and lead him towards the secluded cove.
A brisk walk turned into a slow jog with Loki. Eventually, you dropped his hand and ran in front of him as he kept up. The thrilling feeling of being chased by the ravenous god turned you on immensely. It was like you were the prey and he was the hunter, ready to claim his next meal.
The privacy of the cove soon surrounded you as you finally reached your destination. When you stopped running and looked behind you, Loki was nowhere to be found. You grew scared for a fleeting second before you felt two strong arms cage your body from behind. You gasp as Loki places a kiss on your neck.
“Cheater!” You accuse him, knowing he teleported ahead of you.
“All is fair in love and war.” He retorts before laying the towel neatly on the ground with his magic.
Still standing, he kisses you deeply, passionately. The crescent moon gave the perfect amount of light as it reflected off the water. Loki slid the straps of your dress off your bare shoulders, kissing your skin as he did so. You knew he would leave more marks. Now, however, you wanted them. You belonged to Loki and he belonged to you. And who is to say that you can’t leave a few marks of your own on his glowing alabaster skin?
Your hands slide underneath his emerald green tee, lifting it slightly to expose his perfect stomach. You ran your hand up from his abdomen to his chest. Loki took the hint, pulling away from the kiss as he raised the useless fabric over his head. Gods he was beautiful.
Stepping back before his lips could find yours again, you abandon your dress. The only fabric on your body was the white bikini you had been wearing all day.
“What was that you said? About how you swam naked on Asgard?” You start with a smirk.
Loki’s lips twitched, knowing where this was going. “That it was the way the gods intended.” He finishes.
“And who are we to disappoint them?” You ask, untying your bikini top. Loki quickly removes his pants and underwear, leaving him perfectly bare before you in the moonlight.
Before your fingers could slip into your bottoms to remove them, Loki interrupted, “Please, allow me.” He offers, as if he wanted to unwrap his own gift.
You raise your hands in surrender, allowing Loki to do as he wished. He got on his knees in front of you, his hand pressed on your inner thigh, motioning for you to part your legs slightly. You do as he wants, standing with your legs slightly wider so that he can remove your final piece of clothing, if you could even call it that. He slowly slips the smooth bottoms from your hips, letting his hands run over your ass as he did so. Loki places a chaste kiss on your hip bone, worshiping you as if you were the god in this situation. Finally, the white bottoms fall to the sand beneath you, a visible wet spot from your arousal was evidence for your desire.
Loki slowly stands so that he is towering over you once again. His hands run down your back to your ass, giving it a slight squeeze which causes you to jump slightly at his touch. You start walking backwards toward the ocean behind you, stopping once the water kisses your heels. Loki was right in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours despite your nude form that he could be staring at if he so wished. Instead he focused on you, the way that your hand wrapped around his arm to lead him into the water with you. He didn’t just want your body, he wanted your soul.
Loki switched your positions so that he was the one leading you into the vast water, you held his hands as the waves lapped around your waist. He pulled you flush with him once again, pulling you into another passionate kiss. Everything felt ethereal, his wet skin against yours, the motion of the water against your body, it felt like a dream. Loki gently bit your lip teasingly as he pulled away, leaving you craving his taste. His hand cups some of the salty water and playfully pours it over your head, he watches as the droplets run down your nose, to your jaw, and eventually down your neck and chest.
“Great, now I have to wash my hair again.” You pout.
“Shhh…” He leans closer to your ear, his hand finding its place as it cupped one of your breasts, “No complaints tonight, just go with it.”
You gasp as two of his fingers tease your nipple, causing it to harden beneath his pinching motions. Your nails rake down the pale expanse of his back to his ass. You can’t help but give it a playful smack beneath the water.
“Watch it.” He growls in his best attempts to be intimidating.
“Apologies, my king. I suppose you can’t take what you hand out.” You smirk.
Loki simply responds by splashing you once again as he laughed. You do the same in return, making sure to soak his black curls. What was foreplay with Loki without at least a little bit of mischief? You expected him to splash you even harder, or maybe dunk you beneath the water. Instead he smiles, feeling a certain type of happiness that he had never felt before. He could never describe it if he tried, but it was a feeling that he could certainly get used to. His genuine smile threw you off guard for a few seconds. Your heart may have skipped a few beats at the sight of his pure happiness.
Once his eyes found yours again, he pulled your body towards him. Bending his knees slightly, he held the backs of your thighs and motioned for you to jump slightly so that he could hold you up. With no words exchanged, you took his hints, wrapping your legs around his slutty waist. His throbbing cock pressed against your wet cunt, causing you to moan at the contact. Your lips found his once again, your arms wrapped around his neck as he began to walk back to the shore. A slight chill ran over your wet skin as the humid air made contact with it.
When you and Loki completely emerged from the waves, lips never parting, he laid you down gently on the towel he had laid out. His perfect frame encased yours as he made his way down your body, placing wet kisses on your salty skin. Your fingers tangled in his raven locks that fell over his shoulders like a waterfall in the night. His lips ghosted over your mound, once again he was about to eat you out until you saw figurative stars instead of the literal ones that watched you in the sky.
One fat lick from his tongue on your slit had you gasping for air. “So wet for me, like a good girl.” He growls seductively.
“It’s always for you.” You speak quietly, he still hears you over the sound of the crashing waves.
“As it should always be.” You feel him smirk against your pussy before he opens his mouth more to slip his tongue in and out of your wet entrance and up to your clit, where he circles it expertly.
Soon his fingers join in. Along with his tongue and lips, he brings your climax closer and closer. A needy groan escaped his lips and reverberated through your core when you pulled on his hair, knowing that he absolutely loves it.
“L-Loki, i’m not… gonna-” You attempt to warn him among wanton moans, “I’m not gonna last.”
He stops his oral motions and continues to circle your clit with his skilled fingers, “So soon? How desperate were you for me all day?”
“S-so desperate, my king.” You moan out his ego boosting nickname.
“And you expect your king to grant you mercy tonight? After you treated him so poorly?” He teases, recalling your earlier interaction that you still felt guilty about.
“I’m sorry, Loki… AGH!” You squeal as two of his fingers dip inside of your entrance.
“Ohh~ I know sweet thing. I’ll accept your apology if you cum on my fingers right now. Show me how much you need me.” He encourages you with a seductive growl.
With a desperate yet worshiping scream of his name that faded into the salt air, you came around his talented fingers. He pumped them slowly, working you gently through your high as his eyes remained trained on your bliss ridden face. You grabbed his wrist as you became overstimulated. He withdrew and leaned down to kiss your panting lips.
“You did so well darling.” He mumbles against the soft skin of your lips. His hand ran up and down the skin of your trembling thigh.
You smiled, finally opening your eyes that were once screwed shut to meet his. Your hands cupped his beautiful face before running down his neck to his pale chest. You sat up, using your momentum to push him so that he laid on his back against the towel. Your legs rested on either side of his hips as your lips began to explore downwards from his neck.
“I’m afraid…” You speak against his skin before raising your head to look him in the eye, “Just an apology won’t suffice.” The tip of your finger ran down his abdominal muscles to his happy trail and eventually the base of his throbbing cock.
“I can assure you it will. However, you do as you see fit to show how sorry you are.” He smirks in hidden excitement for what you are about to do.
“Oh, I will.” Your mouth makes its way down his torso to meet your hand at his member.
In your oral apology, you still can’t help but tease him. His desperate whines were music to your ears as you placed light kisses on his leaking tip and down his shaft. His strong hand held your hair like the true gentleman he was. You even swore you heard him mutter a soft “please”.
Deciding that you were already too mean to him earlier today, you open your mouth to take his length. As you told the girls earlier, he was huge, you doubted that you could completely take him down your throat. Your hand massaged his base, moving downwards to play with his balls which caused his breath to hitch in his throat. This was your first time going down on him, and you were gonna make sure he would never forget it.
Your tongue lapped around his head before moving down further on his shaft. Your eyes looked up at him to find his head completely thrown back in pleasure. Happy with his reaction, you took half of his cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began to suck ever so slightly. Your hand continued to stroke what you assumed you couldn’t reach. Loki’s hand moved in tandem with your bobbing movements.
“Fuck darling- that’s perfect.” He moaned, encouraging your movements. His hips raised in desperation to push his cock further into your mouth. Bracing yourself on his thighs, you allowed him to do so. You relaxed your throat to take as much of him as you could. Unfortunately, gagging was inevitable and you felt the need to come up for air. Loki must have sensed this as he spoke, “Through your nose, darling. Breathe.” He spoke like he was the one with a dick down his throat right now.
Nevertheless, you took his advice and took a deep breath through your nostrils before Loki motioned for you to move your head again. For a few more seconds, you did as he asked before he moaned loudly and pushed you off.
“Did I do something wrong?” You ask breathlessly, cautiously.
Loki smiles beneath you, his hand raised to cup your cheek, “Of course not sweet girl. You were amazing, I just wanted to cum inside that pretty little cunt. If I may, of course.”
You beam with pride at his praise, “Of course. I just haven’t done that excessively before.” You confess. It was true, you were never interested in going down on any of your male partners before, only doing it if you were comfortable, which was rarely. Loki was different, however, he deserved every touch and every ounce of praise. For the first time in your life, you actually enjoyed giving a blowjob.
“Don’t grow tired of it now, love. We have four more vacation days ahead of us, and many, many more after that.” He smirks briefly before you lean down to place a kiss on his boastful lips.
Your wet folds outline his cock against his stomach as you grind your hips against his. The kiss became deeper as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His hands grasped your hips, guiding their movements against him.
“No more teasing today, please.” He begs, much to your surprise.
“Aww, were you desperate for me too, mischief?” You rock your hips back, catching the tip of his cock.
“Always, darling.”
Happy with his answer, you slide down onto his twitching length. Both of you gasped in unison as you sat there for a few seconds. In his desperation, Loki began to thrust his hips upwards. Even beneath you, he still craved control. You moved in rhythm with him as you bounced on his cock. Your hands balanced you on his chest as his made their way up to your breasts that were bouncing hypnotically above him.
“Loki- fuck… You feel so good inside me.” You moan out, barely thinking before you speak.
“Good girl, keep riding me, just like that.” His words cause you to clench around his cock.
Swiftly, Loki sat up, using one arm behind him to support his body as his other arm wrapped around your waist. He could be closer to you in this position, kiss you better, fuck you better. Your fingernails dug into his broad shoulders as his hips moved like the waves behind you. His mouth found the crook of your neck, after the first gentle bite, you knew there would be more marks. And now, you were ready for payback.
Moving your hips in more of a grinding motion so that your clit would be stimulated by his pubic bone and hair, you moved your head, pushing him away slightly before you latched onto him. It was time for the god to wear a mark or two of his own. So that everyone knew that he was yours.
“Oh, you minx.” He groaned, knowing full well what you were doing.
You couldn’t keep up your confident, teasing persona for long before you started whining and moaning into the skin of his shoulder. His hips moved faster and his fingers found your clit, making you a shaking mess on top of him.
“Loki! I’m gonna cum-” You warn him, wrapping your arms around his neck so that you could be as close to him as possible.
“I know darling, cum with me.” He whispers into your ear.
You don’t hold back your body or voice as you shake on top of him as he triggers your orgasm. Loud moans and pleas in the form of the god’s name left your lips as you came. Loki follows right behind you, holding you tight as he finds release deep inside your pussy as it flutters around him.
Both of you stay like that for a second, taking in every breath in the blissful moment. Loki can feel wetness where your face is resting on his shoulder.
“Are you okay?” He asks, making sure that you were crying tears of pleasure and nothing else.
You pull back to kiss him softly, your fingers toying with the definition of his cheekbones. When you pull away, his hands come up to wipe your tears from your flushed cheeks.
“Never better.” You reassure him before wrapping your arms around him once again.
“Good girl.” He mutters before laying back down on the towel with you on top of him, he heard you let out a soft whine as he removed his softening cock from your spent channel.
After he cleans you both up with his magic, you both lie there, still naked as you found comfort in the skin to skin contact. You laid next to him with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you both looked at the stars in post coital bliss.
Eventually, you drifted off. Not worrying about your location or bareness at the moment. You trusted Loki and knew that he would never allow you to be found and exposed like this. You left your whole being in his hands as he held you close.
“I love you.” You heard him mumble in your state of light sleep.
“Love you too.” You barely speak out in your drowsy state. You would never deny him the reassurance that you loved him back. If you could, you would remind him every second for the rest of his life.
It was there, on a secluded beach within an unfamiliar island, in the arms of your lover, you found your home.
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Life, so far... + summer 2023 first dip
I find it strange that every time something "major" happens in my life--you know, things worth sharing--I am less inclined to communicate, or have the sheer muscle to write about it, or at least share tidbits of lessons, or any proof of life on this tiny little webosphere called Tumblr. Maybe this is how life actually felt, a world where you have to deal with the whirlwind and harsh reality that wraps around you, from personal to professional life. Needless to say, I finished 2022 with so many huge changes in my life, some of which I consider victories for which I am glad, while others were so tragic and painful that the grief still lingers to this day. But, as I always say, the pain becomes liveable. To cut a long story short, I'm still alive. These major changes in my life have been something I've never been accustomed to in the last ten years, but I know and trust that, as scary as it may seem that I'm really on my own now, I know I'm still that adult on whom my younger self can rely, and I often doubt that, but I have to believe in it because I have to.
Anyway, one of the things that bothered me this year was realizing that turning a year older last month means I'll be saying goodbye to the life of a twenty-something pretty soon. While I am grateful for what this decade has done for me and the opportunities it has provided, I am also concerned about what the next chapter has in store for me. I'm always thinking about what other "major shifts" I'd be willing to take and make, as well as the priorities that will remain and alter. Anyway, I'm humbled to be able to celebrate my birthday on the beach at a private resort in Bataan. I was going to return to "The Island" (now synonymous with Boracay), but I decided against it owing to time restrictions and the fact that I had just been there three months before. Although it is still March, the sun is already at its peak summer energy, and I can't wait to relax and lay back on those beach trips planned for this year, as well as the books I intend to read.
So much for this wee update, I guess. What are your summer plans? Any book recommendations?
J.
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Can't win cariño
Javier Gutierrez x GN reader
Rating: Teens and above
This blog is for readers 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 819
Summary: Javier whisks you away for a vacation. Your stubborness leads to some change in plans, but it's Javi. He always manages to figure it out and find one solid way to question his judgement.
Warnings: Javi G being himself, fluff, very soft, two food mentions (because it's been a while - I've got to maintain my Nerdie food cred)
Notes: This is from the wonderful blerb @frenchiereading gave me to work with. Hehe 😘 Your next one will take a bit longer. I did use a few of the pictures you had in the ask moodboard. Do you remember which ones? 🥸
Main Masterlist / Javier Gutierrez Masterlist
“Por favor (please) just a week. Una semana mi amor (A week my love).” Pools of russet eyes framed with sienna tufts of curls wore you down in bed. He could ask you for anything with those orbs. You’d tell him you would think about it and you would. In less than two minutes you’d agree but it did still count. Sort of.
This time, Javier has whisked you away on a much needed vacation for you both. Work has been mentally draining per usually and even Javier who exudes positivity like a ball of sunshine was a bit dim after back to back meetings with different producers who kept wanting to change different scenes in his scripts which would alter core parts of what he’d written. He didn’t tell you where you were going until you reached the airport. The two of you had gotten in one of the international lines and finally when your tickets were uploaded on your phone, you squealed.
"Saint Lucia!"
Beautiful white beaches, perfect temperatures, the resort was immaculate. The first day and a half was wonderful as you settled in with Javi and explored a bit. Your first mistake was not checking what temperature the ocean water might be and the second was despite jumping in the water and discovering it was frigid, you splashed around as Javi watched from the beach, wisely only dipping his feet up to his ankles. He was trying to have you come back in after twenty minutes, but it was too much fun. The contrast between the warmth on your shoulders and the cold water splashing intermittently on your body was much too enjoyable. It was over an hour before you finally emerged from the water.
It didn’t happen at first, after coming back in and showering, the two of you showered, ate lunch and cuddled with a movie on the sofa. The sneezing started, followed by the stuffy nose and chills pms shaking you to your core. By the time the sun set, you refused to get in bed with Javi as you hadn’t listened to him and now were ruining your vacation together. A shivering mass under blankets is what you’ve been reduced to. It’s horrible, you feel horrible and you know as sweet as Javier is, he would never tell you I told you so or express his frustration while you didn’t feel well but you know he had to feel both.
”Cariño (sweetheart), you’re coming to bed or I’m joining you on the sofa. I will not sleep alone.” Javier had his arms crossed with a stern look on his face. It’s not a look you saw often, only reserved for when you’re being stubborn like now. You pulled a blanket partially off your head to expose your eyes and top of your head. You kept your nose and mouth covered to try and control your germs.
“I’m not gonna get you sick. I need to stay over here. I’m so sorry Javi. I hadn’t been able to play around in water like that for quite awhile. Let me stew in my ick here.” The same pout that had let you on this trip, now was looking back at you. Your retreat inside your blanket cocoon was swift to avoid it. Javier was not one to give up. Settled inside the blankets, you cursed your sickness only to feel then ripped from you and a sudden exposure of air to your skin. He pulled the blankets you’d wrapped around yourself off in one go, a triumphant smile was on his face as he plopped down next to you. Your body turned away from him in protest, but he grabbed you from behind and stretched his arms around you with the blankets.
”No escape mi cariño. I’m in your burrito now.” The hair from his mustache ticked the back of your neck as your body relaxed. You did try like always to fight, but you weren’t going to win. The two of you fell asleep on the sofa, your backs angry with you the next morning. After breakfast, Javier ran you a bath and heavily encouraged that he wipes you down, then applies vapor rub to your chest and doesn’t let you wear more than a robe. When you asked why, he replied, “since you soaked yourself in cold water yesterday, you should air out for the day.” This leads to the two of you not leaving your room and Javier assisting in regulating your body temperature multiple times. Best sleep you’ve had in quite a while though.
Over the week, your cold runs its course and Javi takes you around the island to explore instead of just the resort. He never did get sick, you wonder how he managed to do it. Javier describes some soup that involves iguana tail and chicken feet.
You decide that your cold was not that bad.
#pedro pascal characters#fanfiction#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#javier gutierrez#javier gutierrez x reader#javi gutierrez#Javier Gutierrez x gn reader#A Nerdie fic
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"Since we're all together for the night," Bruce said loudly over the Wayne family dinner table chatter, "there's an idea I'd like to pitch to you all."
"Shoot," Dick invited, gesturing with his fork.
"What would you say if I said I was thinking about taking a family vacation this summer?"
"I'd say 'who are you and what have you done with the Bruce I know'," Stephanie exclaimed.
"Yeah, we never do that kind of thing."
"I'd say 'why?' and raise my eyebrows in suspicion of ulterior motives, like this," Tim said, demonstrating exaggeratedly.
Bruce shrugged. "I feel as though I've been slightly neglecting the public persona of Bruce Wayne lately. The last thing I want is people speculating that I don't have adequate free time for that sort of thing. Although, I suppose keeping up appearances counts as an ulterior motive to simply just being on vacation."
"Hm. At least you're honest about it."
"I, for one, would fucking love to be on vacation at some rich kid resort somewhere."
"Well, Jason, that's the whole point, so, good."
"Where, though, Bruce?"
"Oh, somewhere in Europe. Maybe a tropical island nation. Something typical of other families in our standing. In fact, I'm sure several of our neighbors have vacation homes they'd be thrilled to host us for dinner at."
"Request permission to find out where the Dentons' vacation homes are so we can avoid going there!"
"Seconded!"
"Granted."
"Is Barbara invited?"
"Yes, of course. In fact, Jim can come if he wants, too."
"Nooooo, it'd be weird being on vacation with the Commish!"
"He's still an important friend of the family, so he's invited."
"Well, I'm in, Commish or no Commish," Duke shrugged. "What about you, Cass?"
"I want to go!"
"I'm fine with it, as long as we go somewhere warm. No skiing trips, Father, please."
"No skiing, Damian, I promise."
"Why not? I like skiing!"
"Being cold and wet the whole time defeats the entire point of being on vacation!"
"I vote for a coastal city somewhere," Tim said loudly, deftly cutting off whatever snide remark Jason was about to make that was sure to start an argument. "That way we can spend some time at the beach, and some time exploring, like, other touristy attractions."
"An excellent idea, Tim. That still leaves us with lots of options, though. Barcelona, Venice, Nice... most of Greece could fit that description as well..."
"Barcelona!" Stephanie yelled, banging her fist on the table. "I've been practicing my Spanish!"
"No, Venice! Or, even better yet, Florence! I want to see the Duomo!"
"I'll compile a short list of options, and we'll put it to a vote," Bruce said. "Barbara and Jim are, of course, invited to vote, as well, if they'll be joining us."
"What about Alfred?"
"Good question, Cass. What about you, Alfred?" Dick called across the table, where Alfred was busying himself loading Jason's plate with seconds. "You'd come with us on vacation, right?"
"And leave the care of the house in the hands of outside help? I should think not!"
"Oh, just for a week or two, Alfred! Come on, you're part of the family, you have to come with us!"
"Yeah, Alfred, pleeeeaaaase!"
"You deserve a break just as much as anyone," Bruce pointed out, smiling. Alfred just huffed and rolled his eyes.
"With enough time to plan ahead, I suppose, I could make arrangements..."
"Great, that's settled, then."
"Yes, thank you all for your enthusiasm. Don't schedule anything the first few weeks of July, and look out for a list of places sometime in the next few days."
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For day 5 of saintspy May I've gone with 61. Kiss hello and am very pleased to introduce you all to the new member of the family <3
He’s sorting through his accounts, deciding which, if any, he needs to close – if any banks are close to failing, or in jeopardy of getting investigated. Everything that needs to go through Europe is cached in Ireland of course, and everything else is offshore, but that never means that any of it is safe. He’s been thinking of putting something into some of the Spanish banks, to make operating here in Valencia slightly easier–
Cat trots over to his side and lays a pillow in his lap.
“Hey Noodle,” he says, silking her ears between his fingers gently. “What’s going on? What do you need?”
She huffs at him, not letting go of the pillow. Jude stands, and Cat takes herself off towards the door. Jude follows her slinky figure, focus narrowing as she leads him towards the door. It’s very rare that they get visitors out here when Ethan and Jude are in residence – he has Violetta come by to keep the estate in good shape when they’re away, and to feed and take care of Cat, but when they’re here the two of them manage the house and the land surrounding it. They’re not that close by the road, and the winding driveway allows for many places to lay perimeter alarms in. If none of them have triggered, then–
Cat huffs at the door. “Why do I bother with a security system when I have you?” he asks. “Drop it.”
She drops her pillow and stretches out, yawning and looking up at him in question.
“I’ll ask if he wants to come with us on your run this afternoon,” Jude tells her as he opens the door. Cat slips outside immediately, and Jude doesn’t stop her. The rumble of Ethan’s motorcycle is audible to his poor human ears now, and a second later his husband peels around the corner, showy. In no rush to get home. Enjoying the drive, taking his time, simply because he can.
Cat breaks out into a lean grey blur as she makes the ground under her paws disappear. Ethan pulls to a stop, and she jumps up onto his lap. Jude is certain that he trained her for that, though he’s always denied it. Together, the two of them cover the last distance towards Jude, Ethan’s arm wrapped securely around Cat.
“Hey sweetheart,” Ethan calls. He lets Cat down on the ground, and she sticks at his heels as he walks up the drive. “Did you not take her for a walk today?”
Jude catches him by the hips and draws him in. Ethan busies himself at Jude’s mouth for a good minute, a welcome home that the two of them savour.
“We went this morning,” Jude says when he pulls back. “I was waiting until you came home to ask if you wanted to come with us tonight.”
“Hm,” Ethan says, staying close as he places a hand on Cat’s head. She’s so tall, and he’s short enough, that it’s easy for him to pull it off. “A nice walk with my husband, and getting to watch as Cat leaves everyone in the dust? Not sure why I’d ever say no.”
Jude kisses him again, because he can. “And the fishing trip?” he asks.
“Slow progress,” Ethan says. “But I think I’m making inroads.”
“Good, because we need to be on Kirkman’s good side,” Jude says, eyes narrowing. “I’m not having a new resort developed on my beach.”
Ethan laughs. “I’m sure you’d find a way around it even if they managed to go through. Even if it means buying the whole plan out.”
“I have better things to use my retirement money on,” Jude complains.
Cat huffs. They look down at her, and she yawns expectantly.
“Hey kitty-cat,” Ethan croons. “Are you impatient?”
“She’s probably thinking that we can talk and walk at the same time,” Jude says wryly.
“True,” Ethan agrees. “I brought some fish home – we can have that for dinner. Let me put it away and get changed, and then we can go.”
He plants a kiss on Jude’s cheek as he slips inside. Cat waits by the door, turning a circle, clearly impatient.
“It’s a hard life, isn’t it darling,” Jude murmurs to her. “Come on. He’s quick when he wants to be.”
Cat leans against him when he leans down to pet her to keep her mind off the terrible state of affairs. Ethan is tugging on his jacket when he comes down, his expression softening when he catches sight of both of them.
“Ready,” he says.
Jude leans down to clip Cat’s lead to her collar. They’ll stay on their land, but it’s good to keep her leash trained in case they have to go somewhere. There’s a field down the end that has wild rabbits in it that she loves to chase – though Jude has never seen her catch one.
“Ready,” he agrees, satisfied, and sets out with Ethan on one side, and their dog on the other.
Send me a kiss for saintspy May 😘
#saintspy#ethan hunt#simon templar#my writing#new member of the familyyyyy#her full name is catherine. but ethan never calls her that and jude very rarely does LOL
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Gosh, that's kind of a hard one for me, I've been living on barely enough to cover bills for so long I don't even remember the last time I thought about vacations...
I did get to plan a vacation when I was 17, and being autistic-and-bad-with-change as I am, I opted for a resort in Majorca my family has been to before (we used to go on holidays ~once a year until I was about...13?), that was also run by the same company as *another* resort in Majorca we went to (I promise we didn't always go to Majorca).
It was a veeeery large hotel made up of essentially several different hotels on a huge campus with multiple pools and activity areas scattered throughout (I didn't really go to any of the activities - tried archery when I visited with my family and the facilities were kinda rubbish, but considering we we part of an archery club back home and both me and my dad are trained archery coaches we were probably expecting a bit much) but all the different pools meant I could wander off and find a quieter one if I wanted to. There was a river right down the middle of the campus with some really pretty bridges, I remember getting some lovely (but incredibly amature) photos of the lights reflecting off of the water at night.
It was all inclusive with a buffet style restaurant (the serve yourself kind, so I didn't even have to talk to anyone, yay!) and while the food certainly wasn't the best out there, it was nice enough and had a decent variety. While I can really struggle to eat different things, I do like getting to try new foods, and buffet style means I can put a tiny bit on my plate and if I like it, come back for more. I usually ended up sticking to the same few things in the end, but the stimulation of something new is nice :) they'd bring out huge trays of fresh croissants for breakfast and the desert counter always had trays of sheet cake and pastries cut into these adorably tiny little squares that I just loved. Not to mention, unlimited ice cream! Poolside too!
It was about a 15m walk from the beach - a nice sandy one, not like the cold pebble beach near my dad's place. Not only that, but ever half hour there was a little skiff that went down the river to the beach and back, so you didn't have to walk either. Set off from right outside the restaurant. Plenty of lovely souvenier shops (and some delightful smelling restaurants, but we never tried any since we were already paying for food back at the hotel). I bought a new little braided bracelet/anklet every day with tiny shells and little bells on them so I jingled when I walked... they all gradually fell apart, but I still have one stashed away in my jewellery box. :)
It was during school term time so it was cheaper, but that also meant it wasn't as warm - I can't stand being sweaty. It was late september I think? So still warm, but not too hot for my miserable british soul. I basically spent the week reading in the sun, swimming in the pool, eating nice food and playing pool against my brother (and winning ;D)
I think if I had to choose a vacation again, I would probably go to the same place. The only thing that could make it more appealing to me would be if my international friends could be there too, and if I could bring my PC with me :)
Realistically though. I think an ideal "vacation" for me that I could actually afford would have to be a week at home with no migraines, headaches or back pain, all my raid groups taking a break (maybe one or two can stay, the ones where there's nobody in the group I want to strangle all the time) and I get to spend the week not stressing about comms or work at all, I just get to do my own thing, my own art and mods. Oh, and bao. lots and lots of bao.
:) @bearbaitmegs
#basically any week with all the stressful parts plucked out would be nice#I like holidays just fine but I think at this point I'm so used to my computer being part of my daily life it would be too strange without#I'm not fond of long plane journeys so I'd want to stay in Europe for sure#shame we're not in the EU anymore :(
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How'd the anniversary go?
We surely enjoyed this day even though there are some circumstances we had to go through, I'd like to believe that this ends very well. It's funny because on just how I see it, pretty much today was a summary of our whole 365 love affair.
Morning
We had a beautiful morning because of the relaxing massage we had last night and we didn't have to set the alarm so we woke up naturally and had a breakfast with our favorite chicken wings(and my favorite waffle HAHA) - Like how I always started my day with you, it's always wonderful waking up next to you. Our breakfast is sweet and tasty like how life surprise us sometimes with highs and lows and how it always put a balance to how we gauge things.
Lunch
For lunch, since we woke up late, we just kinda slept at lunch, we intend to go for a swim but we slept for a bit long which kind of ruined the schedule of going to swim before we go to our dinner and had a little argument which provokes our capacity to handle unfortunate events. To be honest, I was really upset and it has nothing to do with you, it was just part of really gets a bit edgy when things didn't go my way. I know I hurt you but what I love about this day was we were able to patch things up right away, we hugged and talked and promised to be better. Like how we are currently in this relationship.
In the whole year that we are together, we never really had that big fights or irritating arguments but we have some little miscommunications sometimes but like what happened today it was managed very well. We cry a little yes, but like in "Inside out" movie, sometimes sadness is also a core memory so you can remember the happy ones and this one was definitely one of those occasions when we have to be a little sad so we can appreciate joy from our core. If we didn't have that little argument, we weren't able to talk about things we are not comfortable with each other and how we want to make things right, how we apologize and sealed it with a long tight hug. I guess, every relationship will go through difficult times but it is always the way we try to reach a certain point where both of you will have to extend patience, understanding and consideration to weigh the love that is beyond just words and affection.
Afternoon
Here comes afternoon, after we reconciliate from our little fight, we had a bit a snack with again our favorite chicken wings and we also had a quick swim like how we planned. Rain has started to pour but we have this hope that it will stop just before our planned dinner tonight. So we went back to our villa and prepared for the dinner. I was excited because I remember telling it to you how I always wanted to have a candlelit date at the beach with sunset and ever since we saw this resort arranging this, we can't stop thinking about it and you said that you've been also dreaming about this. Just like in our relationship, I didn't realized that even thought I've been in other relationships, I thought I've already done everything that anyone can do in a relationship but I am glad that there are still things that I can do for the first time with you.
Just when we are almost done preparing, unfortunately, the rain has not stopped yet, so just before we leave for dinner, I received a message from the staff of the resort if they can move us to the restaurant of pavilion because of the heavy rain. I really felt sad and it feels like my soul is crashing because we've been wanting this and I really wanna do this to you but like in our relationship, A lot of things really didn't work out the way I planned or at least the way I want it, I remember when we were still dating and how I always want to invite you to "Art sector" but because of heavy rain we have to find a different place but maybe because of that, I know how this will end, that no matter where we end up, as long as I am spending time with you, it will still end well. So having this thought in my mind, we went to the place and hoped that we will still have a lovely anniversary date.
Evening
When we arrived, the rain is still pouring and the staffs are still arranging the pavilion, so we took the time and walked at the beach while the sun is still about to set, we appreciate God's creation. The sands, the sea, the islands around the beach, the gray skies mixed with the firing colors of sun, it's like painting that gets better and better as you watch it change slowly. Like how our love burns in skies of darkness and how it creates beauty and little did we know all our shades turn into art.
And just when the moon lights up and the sun hides from skies, the rain stopped and the staff quickly move the set up from pavilion to the beach, the table is setup, the candles are light up, the fairly lights are glaring and the stars are aligned. Everything turned out so perfectly, like how we imagined it. Funny thing about life is, it always tricks you but you just have to dance with it so it won't consume you. Like how this whole relationship has been so far, it always came with a lot of surprises, like how we transform unfortunate scene with a wonderful memory and how universe reward us with something special. This night was the highlight of this day.
We had a very nice dinner surrounded by hundred of lights from candles, fairy lights, moon, stars and the glow of your beautiful face. We exchange gifts and thoughts and how that shallow to deep conversation about how we appreciate each other and everything that happened to us for the past year. How we were amazed by how the universe write this story. Nothing but gratefulness for this day and I am too overwhelmed by this indescribable feeling.
Midnight
After the enchanting dinner by the beach we wrap up the day with a cozy bath. I really like the way you put the roses to the bath because I was thinking since we are leaving tomorrow and I don't think it is very efficient to carry the bouquet considering we will have a 9-hour layover to Singapore, I thought, ah we just might throw or leave the bouquet here but your playful mind thought of putting it in the bathtub making it more romantic. Like how you play this role in my life where you just turn everything into magic.
I love how this day went, everything is curated perfectly, I cannot think of a perfect day than this. Thank you My Love for sharing and celebrating this day. I love you so much! You are everything to me.
Until our next anniversary. :)
-R★
09/19/2023 - Krabi, Thailand
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Senior Spring break.
The best part and most memorable thing I did this year was go to the Dominican republic with my two best friends for a week. This was my 3rd or 4th time going to the Dominican and it was just as exciting as the first time going. The country is very beautiful as it is very warm, prettiest oceans and the way of life there is unique to me. Going to a new country gives me a point of view of life that I didn't have before and allows me to realize how grateful I am to be on a trip and living in a well developed country. We had the trip planned for months in advance and I still had issues going because my passport was supposed to come the day before I left but It never came that day. I was supposed to leave Friday morning but my passport didn't come until Saturday so I left Sunday. It was very annoying but in the end I got on the plane and went to the Dominican midday Sunday. My two friends had been there since Friday so I was a little late but I didn't miss much at all. The first day getting there I just kind of figured out the resort with where everything was and what there was to do. We spent one our of days on a catamaran that took on a 2 hour boat ride to an island where we had lunch and spent time in the ocean. The trip was long and well worth the price we paid per person. The ocean here was so blue and pretty it was one of my favorite spots I've been to. We spent most of our days by the pool, playing basketball and eating as much food as we wanted. The resort was all inclusive so we could get whatever we wanted and whenever so that was nice. We spent our last day eating lunch at a restaurant by the beach and swimming in this part of the ocean that was like enclosed by a wall. I had a lot of fun even though I missed a few days and my favorite trip in the last few years.
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Colby asks to marry u Headcanon
Will You Marry Me?
Colby would make up his mind to marry you a year before him actually proposing
The 2 of u would be on a vacation for your 2 year anniversary somewhere exotic, like Hawaii or The Caribbeans
His decision to marry you came one night when you were walking along the beach and the 2 of you stopped to watch the sunset, when you saw a small turtle trying to get into the water
"Look, baby, a sea turtle. She's so tinyyy", you'd leave Colby's side, but he'd chuckle and would eagerly follow you to see it as well
"Oh my God, she really iiis. Look at that tiny littls head she has", and then he'd just look at you trying to play with the sea turtle, but miserably failing
Colby would find that the cutest and purest thing ever, seeing you pout when the sea turtle left yiu behind to get into the water
"She didn't want to be friends", you'd pout again and he would just melt right there because of how precious you are in that moment
"You're the one", he'd think
After the vacation, he would make sure he's looking for the best engagement ring he can find, he would even get a custom made one of necessary, but fortunately, he finds the most beautiful one for his future fiancée and, later, wife
Again, he'd plan everything with a year before he actually asks, just to make sure it's the right decision, but he knows it's the right one
After a year, he gets more and more eager to propose to you
So, when the 3rd anniversary vacation comes around, he asks you where do you see the 2 of you going on your honeymoon, so you both decide a place to go to
You arrive there and what you don't know is that Colby actually talked to the staff to create a honeymoon reservation, which included spa day, different couple activities, a room decorated with all sorts of romantic stuff, but of course Colby plays dumb and thinks they've mistaken the reason you're there
You'd let it sink in because you don't want to upset the staff that has worked so hard for you to be comfortable throughout your stay of 5 days
You'd go out every night to different restaurants, enjoy spa day, the jacuzzi and the most important part, being there with Colby, who you always felt he was your soulmate
On the 4th and final night, Colby wanted for the 2 of you to go out on a short hike after you've just eaten at the resort's restaurant. He said he ate too much and that he needs to move, you just chuckled but agreed to what he said
You started walking on a path between tall, dark trees, seeing in far in the distance some city lights
You walk for what feels like 5 minutes and Colby motions you to take a right on the path, where a trail of roses and candles mark the way to a square made of metal bars. The bars are decorated with beautiful lights, lightning up the set in the middle
Something like this
There was a blanket, some pillows, champagne, a cake, plates and utensils. You look at Colby, whose eyes were shining very bright, with a wide smile on his face. He extended an arm and showed you the way, to make you move forward. You walk shakily on the beautiful paved path and you see Colby taking his shoes off, so you do the same
Both of you stay in the middle of the blanket, kissing each other. You back away, looking around you
"Babe, this is way too much for an anniversary. You shouldn't have. I didn't do anything this big for you this year"
But as you turn around, you see Colby getting down on one knee, opening the ring box towards you.
You gasp when you see him standing on his knee, tears forming in your eyes
"Y/N", he starts with a shaky breath, "I never thought i will ever find my true love. I never thought i will ever be this happy in my life. But i met you and I've my best since I've met you. You've always been by my side, supported me. I always knew you were the one. Y/N, will you marry me? Please? ", one tear falls from the corner of his eye and you're fast to say yes and nod your head, getting down on your knees to kiss him hard, afraid he'll disappear
He takes the ring from the box and places it on your ring finger, kissing it before kissing you again
"I love you so much, Colby"
"I love you more, y/n. Wow this is it. You're going to be mine forever", he smiles and shakes his head in disbelief. You glue your foreheads together
"And you're going to be mine forever"
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ℭ𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔞
note: I've decided to cross-post it on AO3, so you can find it there under the same name ;3
not proofread huhu
warnings: light cursing, reader panics
previous chapters: Introduction Chapter 1
Chapter 2: Survival Instinct
In any other situation you would even joke about Aether being way kinkier than you initially expected with all this sword-play that was going on… but the stern look that he was currently giving you made you reconsider resorting to humor.
Jokes aside, the idea of you having your throat sliced as a toast bread didn’t look very appealing. In all honesty, it was actually terrifying.
But why would Aether, the main protagonist that rushes to help basically any NPC you could meet in Teyvat whether they ask him to bring over a few apples or to clean the dirt near the Barbatos’s cathedral, hold you at a.. sword point? It just didn’t make sense. And in your dream all of the sudden? Was it quickly becoming a nightmare?
You were not much of a fighter, because why would a modern person leaving in the 21st century have a reason to become familiar with sword fighting styles? And, honestly, even if you did know some basics, you had a sneaky suspicion that if you tried to fight him, you would have been fucked either way, albeit he was the protagonist in all its glory. So, mustering all of the diplomatic skills you had, you have finally voiced your indeed very eloquently worded reaction:
- Aether, I do not know what has gotten into you, buddy, but I swear: I am not a threat and I would never harm you!
Was it an argument worth to go done in history of debate clubs’ best quotes of the year? No. Best argument of a month? Also no, but that was not the point! It should have been a decent conversation starter and that was precisely what mattered to you at the moment.
Yet, your words seemed to fall deaf on his ears as he hadn’t moved a single muscle in response.
And that was the moment it hit you.
Did he even understand you? Earlier you were not able to decipher what Paimon was telling him, so does it mean that he just didn’t know the language that you were speaking? And how were you supposed to communicate now?! The stress was starting to overwhelm you at this point and his gaze paired with the sword right at your throat were not helping one bit. Well, the plan failed. So you squeezed your eyes shut, ready for your fate to come at you right then and there.
Worst case scenario – you would wake up in your warm bed, unharmed and slightly shaken from this meet up… Right?... Suddenly you were not so sure about that anymore.
***
You were.. a strange one.
Sitting on a rock Aether was reminiscing about the times he spent alongside with Lumine, his twin sister, when all of a sudden a bright flash lit up the beach. Cautiously, warning Paimon to stay on her guard, the man decided to approach the spot where was now laying something that vaguely resembled a body.
The person was sleeping peacefully, absolutely unaware of their surroundings. Glancing at the stranger, Aether came up with several conclusions: a) judging by the physical condition of their body, said person was clearly not a warrior; and b) judging by their appearance neither were they from Teyvat.
And the latter thought was enough for him to visibly tense. Who were you? Where did you come from? What were your intentions? Were you a visitor just like him? Or did you happen to follow him and his sister with ill intentions? At that he decided that the most reasonable solution would be to simply wait until you wake up, watching from the sidelines.
During the slime fiasco Aether has mentally expanded his list of conclusions: you seemed to not be able to speak or to understand Teyvatian and couldn’t (or didn’t want to, perhaps?) fight of the most primitive creature, opting to run in his direction instead. Being in his head he almost missed what you said after he was done with the hydro slime.
“ Ffght ghjfo fhjffj fht hhkkll Aether!”
Aether
The sword was in his hand in an instant.
***
Hands up in "I surrender, please don't kill me" position you have finally opened your eyes after a few minutes of nothingness.
1) You were still in your stupid dream that was starting to get on your nerves
and 2) You were very thankful that the blonde guy has seemingly decided that holding you hostage was a no-no, however, he was now looking at you expectantly.
You mentally cursed yourself for skipping all of the sign language classes your college provided and decided that the best thing you could muster at that moment were… charades.
Pointing at yourself and then at him you tried to replicate the handshake movement with both of your hands. Was it awkward? Yep. Did you have a choice? No. However the blonde seemed to understand what you meant.
In return, he pointed at you, then on himself saying a single word ‘Aether’.
Oh.
OOOH.
Suddenly everything seemed to have fallen into place for you. Of course he hasn’t introduced himself and you happened to address him by his name. No shit he got suspicious. He was yet to become the known Traveler in Teyvat. Bloody brilliant, mate, you have truly outdone yourself this time.
But why would it matter for a character in your dream? Or… what if it was not a dream? Yeah, well, no.
No.
Looking around you could feel the gentle breeze, hear the soothing sound of waves. Your ankle still stung in the place where the hydro slime attacked you. You could feel the coldness from the steel of a blade when it was at your throat. Paimon and Aether were speaking in a language you didn’t understand.
You could feel the gentle breeze, hear the soothing sound of waves. Your ankle still stung in the place where the hydro slime attacked you. You could feel the coldness from the steel of a blade when it was at your throat. Paimon and Aether were speaking in a language you didn’t understand.
Impossible.
Out of the question.
Just, no.
You were not dreaming of Genshin Impact, you were in Genshin Impact. And by the looks of it you were right at the beginning.
Dvalin… the Rite od Descension.. Baal.. all the shit that was about to go down in Sumeru. No.
Entertaining the idea of visiting a game universe for a day, was very compelling. But the key words here are “visiting” and “for a day” not “experiencing” and “for God knows how long”.
How do you go back? Can you go back? How long will you be stuck here? What about your loved ones? Would they forget about you? Would they be searching for you? Would they need to hold a funeral… No, just.. No. It would break their hearts. And what if something happens to them while you are gone? And you will never know about it? Who is going to take care of them? And what about your sweet pet? What will happen to them? What about your job? Are you going to be fired? What about your taxes? Your rent? What will happen to your furniture, to your belongings?..
And all of a sudden, settling on a ground, you were breaking apart.
Survive. You would need to survive. No matter what. You would find a way back home. No “if”s and no “buts”. And, yet, being alongside the main protagonist reduced your chances of survival by approximately 99%.
So what were you going to do? You could probably lay low in Mondstadt as you were sure that you could find a job they wouldn’t require any communication on your part, you could even try asking for help from the Knights of Favonius when you have learnt the basics of a language, probably..
But right now, the best course of action would be getting away from Aether who was already cursed with the “main character” trope.
Shakily getting up from a ground you noticed that the blonde, as well as Paimon, seemed a bit worried about your state. Reasonably, neither of them chose to intervene with your personal Mental Spiral Abyss, but, by the looks of it, they did understand that you have probably had your own realization about this ordeal.
Thumbs up on your part would reassure them enough, right?
Waving your hand at them, you decided to go in the opposite direction, hoping that they would follow the plot. It seemed that they should be heading towards the statue of Anemo Archon?
However, your plans were never destined to come true.
The moment you and Aether turned your backs on each other, several events happened all at once: a bright flash lit up the deserted beach while something yanked you and Aether back to the place that you've just left. Crouching down from the back pain that followed the unexpected landing on the sand, you noticed that your right arm had somehow become.. heavier?
Your gaze dropped to your wrist, which was now decorated with a huge, golden chain. The opposite end of was connected to Aether’s wrist, who also looked absolutely dumbfounded at this new acquisition.
In a blink of an eye the chain connecting your wrists disappeared as quickly as it appeared before.
- What have you done to me?! , - Aether was justifiably furious. But, buddy, you too were not in the mood to talk right now.
- Well, you get the same question in return, Golden Boy! I have no idea, you are the one who was travelling through millions of universes before, not me!
- Sorry to interrupt both of you, but Paimon doesn’t get it: how are you suddenly able to talk to each other?
and here comes one of the Twists ( ` ω ´ )
I never really understood why the protagonist would suddenly voluntarily drag along a stranger, and how a person who finds themselves in another reality could calmly realize that they may never return home again? so, being the genius that I am, I have solved this issue by.. chaining our heroes to each other
when will I post the next chapter?.. consistency? who is she
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Hi there! Fellow FIRE aspirer here. My husband and I are considering a real estate investment opportunity in 2022. Any advice for a first timer? Things you wish you would have known or would have done differently?
Oh, why, thank you for asking!
Just for reference, we own two rentals in Panama City Beach in the same resort-style building on the beach. They rent short-term, weekly or monthly. We have a property manager who lists our properties on Airbnb, VRBO, and their own website, and they handle all of the booking, communication with guests, cleaning, and repairs. We pay them 20% of whatever we make on bookings, and we're welcome to block off whatever time we want for ourselves and just pay them to clean the unit once we leave.
Last year, after repairs like painting and new appliances where needed, we made a similar cash return on our properties as we would have investing the money in the stock market. HOWEVER, we bought one property at $340k and the other at $370k, and now same-size units in our building are selling for $520k-$600k. So obviously that's a lot more than we would've made in the stock market if we were to sell right now. But of course we're not selling right now, because we like being diversified, so it's kind of fake money. 🙂
Anyway, to actually answer your question, one thing I didn't know about myself is that I was going to be attached to the units and upset when people damage them. Every time we visit, my eyes immediately go to the neon yellow sticker someone has stuck to the wooden armchair, the bit of paint that's been scraped off the TV console we hand-painted, the place where the wicker chair has been damaged. How did someone dent the toaster? HOW?! It really tests your faith in humanity.
The other thing I didn't know is that everyone hates their property management company. Ours is a local mom and pop shop, and their communication with us is immediate and fantastic. They do nice little extras for us like go pick out paint colors when we say we want to have one of our units painted while we're not there. But it drives me crazy that we can't expect them to look at the places with the same discerning eye I do, that the cleaner will take a bedskirt or a chair cover to clean it and just . . . never bring it back. I also hate that when something like a new oven needs to be ordered, we have to place the order and schedule the delivery and then coordinate with them to be there. Just handle it and charge us for the effort, please.
I've talked to people who self-manage their properties, and they actually seem happier despite having to do the extra work. They say that people treat your units better when they're getting personal messages from the owner, and all you need is a local cleaner and handyman on call to handle anything else. Maybe a fun retirement "job" for me would be to manage our properties myself, because I love the idea of communicating with the guests and giving them local recommendations and such. But right now, we don't have time to be handling new guests every week.
I've heard from other owners that it can be easier if you do long-term rentals and get good renters, but if you get bad renters, they're cooking meth in your kitchen with no cleaner coming in week to week to notice. And our units list for ~significantly~ more as vacation rentals than they would as yearly ones.
Some other things we've learned are: buy all of the same brand of TV for every room so the remotes don't get confused, buy pretty furniture and wall-hangings instead of table tchotchkes that will get broken, get the extended coverage plan on everything you buy, sleeper sofas are too easily broken when metal-framed sofas exist, and spend extra to make the place look nice with the expectation that you'll make enough money to replace the things that need replacing.
I will say that it's much more of a headache/heartache than I would've expected, but the joy of owning a property in a place where I want to vacation is also much greater than I could've known! So I think if you want emotional joy from your property, tourist areas are great. But I've seen so many people on reddit making big money on rentals they have absolutely no attachment to in regular neighborhoods, so you can go either way.
I hope this helps at all! Glad to be working on financial independence alongside you!
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Aurora Australis
New Zealand, 2022, a parallel universe
A/N: This is a collaboration with other writers. Make sure you read them all here. Please note this story is a parallel universe in the same time frame.
Benjamin Adams Hospital, Vermont, 2022
Jakes POV:
When Jessy sent me home I grabbed a book she had been reading along with some she planned to read. These were never my favorite but she loves them during her alone time. I grabbed the one she was reading from my bookbag. I bring my chair next to her bed and hold my hand.
"My love, these past couple weeks I've told you so many memories I hadn't before that I have nothing more to share. Can you believe tomorrow is your birthday? I had different plans for them but they have to wait for you to wake up. However I'm going to read from the book you had on the nightstand to read." I say as I open it up. I start reading to her but my hand still holds hers.
MC POV:
My eyes get heavy as I hear his soothing voice read to me and I feel myself drift off.
New Zealand, 2022, a parallel universe
He takes off the blindfold as he refused to let me know where we are going and I see the cabin that has become our favorite place. I see sunflowers and a gift on the counter as its my birthday. Its getting late but I know by the look in his eyes we have other plans.
We have done this trip a million times. It feels like he seems so nervous but excited. This little resort area with cabins has become our favorite place. We always ask for the same location every time and this was no exception. We walk out towards the water as the sun is setting, hand in hand. I have no fear with him as I look at him. His black hair is a little disheveled from the wind and as he pulls me close those electric blue eyes melt my heart. These last couple years with him by my side through everything, including the hospital for fighting for my life, has only brought us closer.
You see I've known him for as long as I can remember. We grew up just a few houses away and our parents worked together. For the longest time everyone said we would fall in love and we fought that idea as we didn't want to ruin the friendship we had. However, as we got older and had failed relationships we made it through them together.
We also fought what everyone said as he is five years older so all through school our lives never mixed well until I turned 18 and there was nothing stopping us if we decided to try
Three years ago I was diagnosed with cancer and I realized what my heart wanted one day when he came to visit me in the hospital bringing me sunflowers, because he knew they were my favorite. We've been together ever since.
This moment though with his arms around me as I see the sun sinking over the water in his eyes sends shivers down my spine and we lean in for a kiss at the same time. This kiss is deep and passionate. I still feel his nerves running through him.
We finally pull away and I look into his eyes, "why are you nervous, Jake?" I ask him.
"MC, I've known you for as long as I can remember. We've been through hell and back between life and when you fought cancer. All of a sudden I feel like this isn't our only life together currently or previously" he says with a huge smile.
"I've been feeling the same. I feel like our time together is definitely not the first time our souls have met. However, where is this coming from?" I ask holding his hand as I turn around and watch the sun setting.
I hear him sigh, as he picks me up and walks us closer to the water edge. He sets me down and sits down on the beach. I climb into his lap and he just holds me. I know with him when I ask a question he can't answer this is what we both need to calm our hearts.
I must of dozed off because I wake up to him kissing my cheek "baby wake up you don't want to miss this" he says into my ear.
I open my eyes and I see the Aurora Australis. My eyes get so big and my mouth drops. He knows this is something that Ive anyways wanted to see but we never made this trip at the right time. I lay in his lap in awe as I watch all the colors in the sky over the water and I feel him squeeze me tight.
He looks into my eyes as he doesnt hear me and must see pure enjoyment as I catch him smile.
"How did you know?" I ask him still watching.
'"I researched the best time and planned this trip around it because from all those days in the hospital you wanted to see this."
I just lean back against him watching in amazement as I hear him whisper in my ear "happy 30th birthday my love." He knows that calling me that in moments like this sends shivers down my spine.
I close my eyes for a moment to enjoy his arms around me and the wind on my skin.
I wake up and I hear the beeping of the hospital and I hear Jake snoring. Oh how thankful I am for that sound. He's finally getting some sleep. I feel someone on the other side of me and it feels like they are just holding my hand but I don't know who until they lean closer.
"MC, please wake up for him and I. We both know you're fighting and trying to come back. We refused to believe this is the end of you in our lives" Jessy says into my ears.
All I want to do is cry because I'd love nothing more than to come back to them. This last dream was so different it was almost like another universe with him and it heals my soul to know we really do always find eachother.
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