#Oliver Sway x Jess O'Neill

[angst-fairygodmother]

Bound Goddess (Oliver Sway x Jess O’Neill)

A/N: I have nothing to say here. No explanation, just an offering. Of tender, romantic porn. Word Count: numbers baby Rating: E - bondage, mild sensory deprivation, oral (male receiving and female receiving), body worship, multiple orgasms, language, mixed metaphors probably

His long, deft fingers followed the line of rope down her body, along where it traced the curve of her breast before winding around her hips and looping up again. She shivered at his touch, nerves alight. Behind her, the thin gray material continued to twine like snakes around her, spiraling down her arms to meet itself at her wrists. Her hands were clasped in prayer to him, her servant-god, and pressed into the hollow at the base of her spine. 

Satisfied with the way each length lay, he drew back and she caught her lower lip between her teeth in a desperate attempt to hold back a whine so early on in the night. He placed a hand in the graceful curve of where her neck and shoulder met, fingers curling around and thumb caressing the column of her throat. He pressed lightly, guiding her down on her knees for him. Her stuttered gasp became a ragged moan as the pressure threatened, promised, that he might restrict the air from reaching her lungs. In this new position, she leaned back, presenting herself to him, completely under his dominion, and he knew that if he removed the scarf that had been secured over her eyes they would be blown wide with need and hunger. 

He was struck suddenly by the knowledge that she was the most beautiful woman to ever live, the sight of her like this a gift, from the universe and more importantly from her. He couldn't help but pause and stare in adoration and worship. 

He bent over her, fingers tangled into her fiery locks to angle her head just right, and mouth devouring as it moved, slow and steady, against hers. He kissed her until his lungs burned, not wanting to let her go for even a moment. Her tongue worked just as much as his, probing and mapping, as if they did not have every inch of each other already memorized, a tiny act of rebellion against the absolute control she had given him, and it made him ache for her even more. 

“I love you,” he breathed as he slowly, reluctantly, pulled away again. 

Her kiss bruised lips moved haltingly, as if searching for him still and another small whine escaped her at his absence. He smiled softly at that, running the pad of his thumb over her pout, only to be the one to gasp as she darted forward to draw it in, swirling her tongue around it in a way that could only be called obscene.

“Oh is that how it's going to be? Why don't I give you something better to suck on, my gorgeous minx?” He aimed for it to be a growl but he couldn't help his own breathlessness, the anticipation making him ache, even as the one in control. He couldn't even imagine the way she must be feeling. 

“Please?” Her voice was small, unexpectedly fragile as a butterfly's wing and he paused. 

“Jess?” He said, all pretense and playact dropping. “Are you okay?”

He was already reaching for the first binding, anxiety swelling his throat, when she laughed, the sound washing over him like the bubble of cool creek. 

“Oh Ollie,” her voice was soothing, but still tinged with a rasp of lust that made his pulse race in a much better way. “I'm more than okay. Horny as shit, but this feels…incredible. Now will you pleeease let me suck your fucking cock before I explode?”

Reassured, he stepped back to shimmy off his boxers, breathing a sigh of relief as the currently too tight cotton fell to his ankles. At the soft sound of fabric hitting the floor, Jess opened her mouth in a salacious “O”, waiting. He paused again, her warm breath fanning over his tip and making him shiver, feeling a small measure of guilt at treating her like just a hole to stick himself in, even though it was what she wanted at that moment, and what they had discussed well before, even though he wanted it too. 

“Ollie?” she leaned back to place some distance between them. “Do you want to stop?”

“No!” he practically yelped in a rush. He just needed to…get out of his own head.

“We can if you need to. Or…” she smiled that gentle, knowing smile that he loved so well. “Do you need me to take the lead here, just a bit?”

“I…” his cheeks flushed hotly and he was grateful that she couldn’t see him. “...yeah. Yeah, I think that would help.” 

She nodded. “I’m yours, however you want me, leading or following.” 

He couldn’t resist reaching out for her, a brush of her cheek to tell her…everything he couldn’t put into words, especially with her still so beautiful and bound and naked and understanding before him. She leaned into the touch, turning her head to kiss the palm of his hand in answer, lingering for a moment before shifting forward again into their previous position.

His fingers carded lightly into her hair, part instinct and part signal that he was ready now, whenever she was. 

In a smooth motion, despite the constriction on her and her limited range of balance, she moved forward and curled her lips around his shaft, sinking slowly further until she had taken all of him inside. He groaned, enraptured, as she slid her tongue along him and drew back, nearly all the way, the cool air a scintillating counter to her warmth. She repeated the action a few times, hollowing her cheeks and slowly increasing speed as his fingers tightened in her hair. He wasn’t sure exactly when he joined her in movement, chasing her mouth when it retreated, bucking wildly, breaths short and ragged. The tug and press of his hands on her scalp drew moans and soft mewls of pleasure from her as she continued to work him to a frenzy. 

It was a blissful eternity and still all too soon when sparks began to dance in his vision and he barely managed to cry out her name before spilling his seed into her throat. 

Bending down to kiss her again, he moaned at the taste of himself on her tongue. Leaving one hand tangled where it was, the other sought the junction of her collarbone again to guide her, upward now, pressing her body to his own in a way that made the ropes rub delicious friction across his chest as well as hers. 

He was forceful now, both hungry and desperate to please, steering her toward the bed and onto it without ever breaking the contact of their mouths except to allow a few shallow breaths. Keeping her gently pinned on the mattress beneath him, he began to kiss down the column of her throat toward the valley of her breasts. Teasing with mouth and tongue and teeth in combination, he explored, following the pattern of the ropes and then wandering between them, leaving no inch of her skin untouched. She whined his name as he paid particular attention to her nipples, nipping lightly at the firm bud of one side and brushing over the other with the pad of his thumb as he massaged and kneaded the soft flesh around it.

She was practically trembling beneath him and he moved back upward, leaning close to her ear and letting his hair tickle the side of her face as he whispered.

“Is this alright?” he asked, voice purring. “Do you want more sweetheart?”

“Yes. Ollie. Please.” 

Her comfort confirmed, he returned to his oral cartography, tracing back along the paths he had wandered, paying brief attention to her breasts again, this time on the opposite sides he had before continuing onward, down the smooth, soft plane of her stomach to the apex of her thighs. He let his breath flutter over her, his hands eclipsing her thighs but not restraining them, not yet, as she squirmed ineffectually for even the smallest touch at the points she needed him so desperately. Instead of giving in, he slid his grasp further down her legs and back up with ghostlike pressure, watching in delight as the little hairs all across her body stood on end from the sensation. On the third pass, he stopped at the bend of her knees and lifted one of them effortlessly over his shoulder, opening her up to him more fully. 

Finally judging her sufficiently tormented (not to mention his own desire spiking, cock once again hard and throbbing, particularly at the sight of her like this, exposed and wanton and ready), he gave her what she was at this point begging for. He started slowly, tongue flattening against her as he licked broad strokes on her most sensitive areas before he drew his attention inward, narrowing to a precision focus on her clit. He fixed his mouth on it, sucking gently on the swollen nub while his nimble tongue danced patterns over it, keeping measured time, spurred on to faster tempos each time she cried out. The taste of her, the feel of her, and knowing that she was his, wholly and completely, made a fire pool low in his belly, and he feared for a moment that he was the one who might snap. 

Ever eager for her pleasure, he leaned in more, shifting her raised leg to be nearly perpendicular to her body, the space between her legs widening to give him more access. Her muscles clenched, nearing her peak but not quite getting there before he backed off, releasing the pressure on both her core and hip. 

“You stopped?”  her breath came in gasps and her voice was slurred with disoriented disbelief as she again tried to wiggle despite her bonds to re-establish the connection between them. 

“Keep behaving like that and I really will,” He tsked playfully, mouth still close enough that she felt his words as much as heard them, reminding her of the arrangement, and she stilled. “I’m hurt. Do you really think I would leave you on edge like that?” 

He watched in delight as her skin flushed from the scolding. “I’m sorry darling, I know you wouldn’t. I’ll be good. I’ll behave. I swear I will,” she bit her lip as she made her promises, “Just please keep go–” 

Her plea cut short into a shriek as he dove back in without warning, offering no slow build-up this time. His mouth worked tirelessly to propel her toward climax and then guide her through it, riding out the waves of pleasure that made her cry out and shudder with their force. The thought briefly crept into her mind to be thankful she had no neighbors who would be around at this hour to overhear when the noises she made drifted through her open window, the bookstore the only shop with a living space directly above, but it didn’t last long. He wasn’t done with her yet though, using the momentum to carry her rapidly into a second orgasm and then sliding two fingers to curl inside her and bring about her third. 

As she came down this time from her high, he lowered her leg gently back to the bed and slowly slid his hands up her sides, until he leaned over her, hands cradling her head. 

“Ollie, that was fucking incredible,” she panted eventually. “How have you gotten so good at that?”

He grinned at the praise, his cock giving a jolt that made him roll his hips involuntarily against her core and they both inhaled sharply. 

“It’s all because of you Jess,” he wasn’t sure why his voice dropped to a whisper to answer her earnestly, but he let it, punctuating the thought with a tender, practically chaste in comparison kiss. 

She pressed upward, leveraging the fact that her hands were still beneath her, so that their bodies were as connected as possible while she kissed him back. He’d expected her to need a rest and to have to take care of himself, but it almost seemed as if she were more amorous now than when they had started, so he smiled against her lips and took a chance.

“Do you want me to untie you, or do you think you can last one more round tonight?”

“What an offer,” she cooed, a satisfied smirk answering him before she even finished speaking. “I’ll always take more of you.” 

Reaching down, he slowly guided himself into her waiting body, moaning at the way her walls fluttered and clenched around him from their sensitivity. She bucked upward, harder now than before, desperate for every inch of contact, every touch and brush of his skin on hers. The motion forced her body into an arc, the ropes around her chest pulling taut, pressing against her and making her freckles flare. He wanted to kiss each sun-browned spot in reverence, to thank it for gracing her body, and he would, in time, but for now, there were more important things to focus on.

“I love you so much,” he murmured into her hair as he bowed his head and rolled his hips slowly, almost a question, trying to find the perfect angle to please them both. 

She reveled in the tease of each movement, answering the motion with her own, their hips moving in an alternating waltz that kept them close no matter what. Each time he hit those sweet spots within and without she made intoxicating little gasps and moans, voice starting to grow hoarse from overuse. He kept the pace steady, trying to prolong the climb, more focused on sensuality this time than pure lust. Slowly, his fingers carded through her hair and came to rest on the knot of silk behind her, tugging until the scarf fell away and he could meet her eyes. 

It was his turn to gasp as he met her eyes, overwhelmed by the mingling love and desire in them, pupils blown wide and eyelids half-closed in an expression that had nothing to do with the dim but sudden light. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together and staring back, trying to convey everything he felt in that gesture. 

As he cradled her, she hooked her leg around his slim hips and before he knew what was happening, on thrust inward, she threw her weight against him, throwing them both to one side in a roll that placed her on top and grinning down triumphantly. But he smirked back, quick to reach up, one hand finding a breast and teasing it until her head fell back in pleasure and using her distraction to hook the other hand through the ropes down her back, tugging lightly to control her movement. 

She gasped at the sensation of the pulling and rolled her hips a little faster to spite him, leaning back to maintain her balance. He took advantage of the new position to sit up, keeping her in his lap, and fixing his lips around her nipple once more, sucking and flicking over it with his tongue, nipping lightly and making her mewl.

“Oh, Ollie, please, keep doing that,” she begged, breathless. “I’m so close. Please, just a little more.”

“Not yet sweetheart,” he murmured, and she shivered at the tickle of his words against her skin. “Hang on for me, come with me.” 

“I can’t,” her red hair bounced as she shook her head. “It feels too good, fuck I’m–” she gasped, crying his name and nearly collapsing forward against him as the most powerful orgasm of the night rocked through her, vision flashing white and nerve endings singing. 

He caught her around the waist, supporting her through the waves of pleasure that left her feeling like she was made of jello. The feeling of her clenching and coming apart around him, and the blissed out expression she wore, made his pulse race and brought him to his own edge.

“I love you,” he chanted, thrusting harder and unsteadily, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

The words continued even as his hips stuttered and he came, seed painting her insides and turning her aftershocks into a fifth and final rolling climax. 

“Holy shit,” he mumbled in unison to her swear. “I…”

She giggled as he gently pulled her against him. “I know.”

~

Later, both of them lay in the bed, freshly showered and wrapped in blankets, warm and satiated and comfortable, limbs tangled together casually, and he traced a faint red line across her wrist with one thumb and she listened to the beat of his heart beneath her ear. 

“What are you thinking about darling?” she asked, transfixed by his movements as he considered the mark.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered, voice dripping in regret.

“Oh Ollie, you didn’t,” she rushed, turning her head up to look at him. “I promise you didn’t. That will fade, and even if it bruises, it wasn’t your fault. You were so good to me, and you gave me this incredible thing. It was my own fault for pulling too much, trying to be in control.”

“But…” 

“No buts. Please believe me?” she felt tears stinging at the corners of her eyes and reached quickly to dash them away with her free hand before they spilled and really worried him. The ropes had been her idea, remembering how much he enjoyed when she wore things with straps and buttons for him to take apart, but now she was afraid she had pushed him too far and a chill that had nothing to do with the night air rushed over her. 

“I’m okay, better than okay. Tonight was amazing,” she was rambling, begging, panic bubbling up faster the longer he took to say anything. “And we’ll get better, so that doesn’t happen again. I mean if you want to do this again, I won’t push it. I thought…well it would be sexy but I would rather the most…what’s the word Honey used, vanilla? I think? Anyway, the most ordinary, simple sex in the world than to make you uncomfortable. Ollie…?”

He laced his fingers through hers, bringing her arm up so that he could press feather-light kisses along the mark, as if he could soothe and heal it with his love for her. She wished he would speak, but didn’t want to rush him as he reassured himself that she was, as she said, okay. 

“I love you, Jess,” he said finally, quiet and resolute. “And I trust you completely. I just…never want something to happen to you, okay? Especially not because of me.”

“I know,” she scooted up the mattress so that she was more level with him, using her hand that was still interlocked with his to cradle his jaw and turn him so they lay face to face. “I love you too, Ollie. And as long as you’re here, nothing will. I can feel it, in here.” She guided him to rest their hands, overlapped, on her heart. “I promise.”

After a moment, he smiled. “I did…really enjoy tonight,” he admitted sheepishly. “You’re always so sexy but this was…special.” 

She smiled back. “Good. That’s all I wanted. I love you, so much.”

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Lay All Your Love On Me

From The Moonbrella Lake Universe (Nikolai x Selina) *1994

Word Count- 3200

Warnings- family drama, mention of breastfeeding, use of superpowers, language, fingering, penetration (m!f)

A/N- Why would Selina and Nikolai ever think a transatlantic flight with the Kostas family would be uneventful? *Appearances by Sunny, Leon and Honey Kostas, Klaus Hargreeves, and Oliver Sway and Jess O'Neill (borrowered with love from @angst-fairygodmother) **Picture by Ari Gold

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Continental Airlines Flight 1423 non-stop to Athens. We've been given the ok by air traffic control. Once we've reached cruising altitude on our ten hour flight, we'll start our service including a selection of in flight entertainment. Again thank you for choosing Continental.”

“Hey did you see they have Leon,” there was a dramatic pause, “The Professional. Sel imagine our dad, a career hitman!” The plane engines roared to life so he shouted.

Sunny’s face appeared between the seats. His nose scrunched and grooved dimples formed just under his eyes while laughing at his own joke. Then he grew instantly stoic, his gaze shifted to stare up at his own eyebrows that met in the middle.

“Is that what he’s learned from Abba Tom all these years?” He bit his pinky nail, “Like The Commission?”

Selina rolled her eyes while fiddling with her nursing bra. She freed herself from the fabric and lifted her tee shirt up enough for Irina to latch. Hoping to prevent her tiny ears from popping, she was glad she skipped a feeding to ensure her daughter was hungry enough to take a nipple.

“If anyone in this family is a hitman it's Klaus. He has combat training, dad has Whitechapel street smarts. Which means his mouth and a switch- Ow! Shark teeth! Do you have two more, dolcezza? Hrm?”

“You know, Nikolai’s face matches his eyes. You alright? Not thinking about doing a runner as Dad would say. Imagine the first ‘return to sender’ Russian bride.” Sunny giggled at his own joke.

Nikolai could only white knuckle the arm of his seat. His eyes clenched shut while the plane continued climbing higher. He ignored his soon-to-be wife who had covered his hand and tried to wedge her hers around it. He relaxed and spread his fingers so she could settle her fingers in between them. Then they formed a clasp.

Selina turned her gaze towards Sunny. Her eyes narrowed, "Why are you like this?"

"Why did you hide an entire baby from me? Or that a Sway is with my.. Jess."

Irina responded for her mother instead by squealing with delight and grabbing a tiny fistful of her uncle's poorly excuse for facial hair.

"You look like a tool. Your niece thinks so too."

"You're a frigid hag who's marrying a Russian hooker. As for all this on my face, the ladies love it." Sunny flashed an obscene, two fingered gesture that involved his tongue. Why do you think Honey's been with Leon this long." He puts his split tongue on display and points at it then his mustache, "I-iss ah iss."

Selina grows queasy, but Irina stares at her uncle upside with intense fascination. Her eyes transfixed on his every movement. Sunny can only respond with pink cheeks and masked embarrassment at the unwanted attention. He didn't command it, so he can't bear it.

"Alright you, go back to Mummy's milk or whatever." Then he whipped around with a finger pointed at the seat beside his sister, "AND STOP OGLING MY SISTER'S TITS, OLIVER! Would Nikolai be ok with that?"

"Turnabout is fair play, Kostas. That's for looking at my fiancee's," Ollie spoke with a calm misdemeanor. His arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Oh come on Little Orphan Ollie, I've done more than ogle them," Sunny makes a motorboat gesture in Jess's direction.

Oliver turned pale pink, but it looked weak next to Jessica's blood red cheeks that rivaled her hair. A hand reached from a seat in front of Sunny to slap him on the back of the head. He flinched in a dramatic fashion.

“OW! Mama!”

“Stop being an asshole, Nicklaus. It's a 10 hour flight, you're 23, and YOU walked away from her. She's not a toy Oliver picked up that YOU decided belonged to you because you stopped playing with it. Now quit being a bitch, or I'll replace you with ANOTHER clone.”

Honey didn't even need to look at Sunny. She went back to her book, head resting on Leon's shoulder. Sunny seemed to deflate in his seat next to Klaus. His voice softer when he finally dared to talk back.

“Well you weren't supposed to replace me with one of your pet projects, let alone a Sway. Is Charlotte Darling dead?” He paused and a blank look came across his face. He was trancing; searching for her spirit. “Mmm, is Nikolai rich now? I bet he's rich. He really has a way with the retirement home crowd. It's almost grave robb-”

“Достаточно!” Nikolai’s outburst startled them all with his outburst. ENOUGH! Irina so much, she started to cry.

“NIKOLAI!” Selina snapped.

She held their daughter to her chest and murmured nonsense to her. Her body rocked back and forth instinctively while she sang a lullaby under her breath. Every parent’s worst nightmare was a screaming child on a flight of any length.

“Lina, he has done nothing but turn everything into a joke or mock us all. I won't have him speak to you or Oleg or your Mama that way. Or anyone,” Nik’s eyes darted towards Jess. “HE left this family.”

Nikolai turned towards his future brother, a finger pointed at him. “Yes, Sunny I get it. There are two of us here who understand your need to be separate. From your abilities. From the Kostas name. It is big shoes to fill. But YOU did not watch your Mama cry for so many months because you never called or wrote.”

“Kolya, please.” The baby had calmed down, so Selina now held on to Nikolai’s shirt. “He doesn't need to know this.”

Nikolai trembled in response. He was shocked to feel the sting of tears while holding back a wave of nausea. “Sunny, you broke everyone's hearts because you were a jealous, selfish prick.”

Nik unbuckled his seatbelt and struggled to get around Selina. “прошу прощения.” Excuse me

Sunny had gone totally dumbstruck for once. No smart ass retort or quick, immature comeback. He watched as his brother in law practically climbed over his sister and niece. Then to the front at his parents.

Honey, who couldn't really be seen over the back of the seat, was ignoring her son. Leon towered over her and was pushing all that dark hair streaked with silver behind her ear. Sunny noticed for the first time his dad had aged. He LOOKED fifty. The grey in his goatee also crept from his temples and was growing through the rest of his head. Even Klaus beside him finally started to age, allowing time to ensnare the time traveling Prophet.

Sunny remained silent. Hands folded awkwardly in his lap, he bit his lip. He could hear Selina singing Moon River until it became just humming and babbling.

He saw Leon's own dad (who died when they were little) and brother (who died when Leon was sixteen) sitting nearby. They were always nearby, but Sunny knew Papa didn't need his abilities to see them. Leon had his own secrets that likely only Honey knew. And the days his son.

There was a calm that floated along the family and some of the passengers, and Sunny wondered if his sister had come into her own powers finally after all these years. Her voice was like an anesthetic. Yet the one person who needed it was having a panic attack in the bathroom.

Right on cue, Selina spoke up: “There's something really wrong with Nikolai. Ollie, can you take Dolce for me?” She lifted the musically sedate baby in his direction.

“Normally yes, but maybe Sunny should. It's pretty obvious to Jess and I that he's more upset about us getting to be with Irina than he is about not knowing you were pregnant. You think he'll really say no to you? Or her?”

Selina held the baby aloft. A flicker of a memory so long ago of her papa doing that with a baby of his own. Those flashes always played with her mind, what was real and not.

But Irina had her fingers stuffed in her mouth like her uncle used when he was little. She beamed a barely toothed smile and squealed at her mommy; Selina could only see Sunny.

She supposed of course Nikolai and Leon and Klaus, but her daughter had Nicklaus’s cheek. His wonder with the world around him and need to command any room’s attention. But the utter dependence on Selina.

She sighed and stood with the baby on her hip. Irina put her head on Selina’s shoulder while babbling softly to herself.

“Take your niece,” the young mother demanded and presented her to Sunny.

“Whot?”

“Something is wrong with Nikolai. He's been in the loo for way too long, and he either died or MacGuyver’d his way out of the plane somehow.”

“No thanks. We have nothing in common. She can't even speak English, and my poly-lingual abilities are tapped out. It's EXHAUSTING sleeping your way across several continents.”

Selina reached out and a tiny firework appeared on the tips of her fingers. She flicked it at her brother’s direction and shocked him.

“OW WHAT THE FUCK?! WHEN DID YOU LEARN TO DO THAT?”

His sister held her palm flat in front of him and made a small light display with sparklers. Sunny’s jaw unhinged when it shot in his direction and into his head. It shrunk and twisted in his cortex until he nearly passed out. Then it was over.

“The longer Nikolai and I are together, the more we find out something was in me too. Nik too. He's like you, but in different ways? When I got pregnant, Irina’s abilities were immediate the further along I was. She's so much like you, Sun. You and Kolya and all of us that came before.”

“Oh good, so she's THIS universe’s Vanya. Due for an apocalypse soon?” Sunny inhaled sharply when his niece began to float in his direction. “Oh no. Nope! Go to Topolino.” He tried to manipulate her in Klaus’s direction.

Klaus shot his head up, “ No way. She's YOUR niece. I did my baby duty with the two of you.” He deflected Irina back to his double like a tennis ball.

Irina giggled. Her uncle folded. Sunny held out his hands so he could catch her. “If she falls helplessly in love with me, well that's on you and Nik. You should've taught her better.”

“Thank you! Promise me we’ll talk later? REALLY talk?” Sunny nodded. She continued, “Be warned, Irina is a stage five face hugger.”

"What's a stage five face hug-"

Before Sunny could finish his query, Irina grabbed a fistful of her uncle’s hair and got them tangled. She put her wide open mouth to his forehead and sucked. Saliva dripped down his face. "Oh," he said from somewhere in her terry cloth onesie.

Jess snickered, “I see she kisses like you.”

But Selina noticed her friend’s face when Sunny seemingly tapped into a hidden parental instinct with the baby. She leaned over Ollie to kiss Jess on the head, humming to her. The red head relaxed as her best friend made her way towards the restrooms.

---

“Kolya, are you ok?” She knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” To Selina’s surprise it was unlocked, maybe had been this entire time but no one had tried to interfere.

Nikolai was leaning forward over the sink. His forehead pressed to the mirror. He looked, as Sunny pointed out, green around the gills.

Selina closed and locked the door before hooking her fingers in his belt loops. “I can get my scrubs out of my bag, and we can play nurse. That might make you feel better, hrm?”

She kissed the back of his neck and grazed her fingertips under his shirt along his stomach. It reflexed and grew taut in response. She let them trail down to the button and fly of his jeans before he swatted her away.

“Lina, stop. Please.” Nikolai’s free hand had a death grip on the sink.

“You're actually scared,” her voice was soft. Selina leaned back and so he could see her reflection. “Do you want me to sing? Relax you a bit?”

Nikolai shook his head no.

“You've never been on an airplane before, have you?”

Nik closed his eyes and shook his head again. “We took trains to somewhere in western Europe, and then a boat to New York. By the time we got to America, we got stuck in that cabin on Long Island. Pops died or was killed.”

Selina laid her head on his back, her cheek to the fabric of his purple shirt. Her hands covered both of his. “And now we know you had to be smuggled out of Russia.”

“How can he exist in so many worlds? WHY does he exist in our world?”

“Because the Fates are tricky, my love. They need a balance: intertwined our souls, but those bitches needed someone inhuman to keep the circle going. Every little choice my parents made and my Abba made and Reginald made and Klaus made spirals and branches off. This one gave us you and Irina and Ollie and Jess. And Klaus made the choice to bring us Sunny and The Umbrella Academy and himself.

“You sound like Leon,” Nikolai smirked. Then his face fell before lifting her hand to kiss it. “I was made to be a weapon.”

Selina slipped around the front of her partner. “Nikolai, look at me.” She held his chin so that he was forced to see into her eyes. “Children are meant to be loved. Not alien science projects on evolution or weaponization.”

Nik held onto her tightly. Selina kissed the dip in his neck where the collarbone met. She felt him grow immediately hard against her thigh when her fingers tangled up in his hair.

Instead of his lips meeting her’s, Nikolai kissed behind her ear. He bit it gently; his breathing grew heavy coming from his nose. His lips trailed down her throat. Selina moaned.

“You’re a brother.. And.. husband..” Selina urged him towards her cleavage. “A dadd-”

The sounds he made caused her to lose the words. Then Nik reached under her shirt. His warm palms on bare skin electrified her. Lifting her shirt he unfastened the nursing bra to pinch a nipple gingerly knowing they were tender from the baby.

Selina literally sparked; Nikolai laughed into her chest just before capturing the nipple to swipe at with his tongue. He knew not to do anything else, having learned that lesson the moment they could have sex again after Irina was born.

Instead he sucked on the flesh just above. Hard. He lost his hand under her polka-dotted skirt. He teased the fabric outside her entrance wetter than it already was.

Their mouths inches apart, sharing oxygen but refusing to touch. Little whimpers escaped Selina as Nikolai worked his fingers faster. He stopped only to aggressively tug her underwear down so she could shimmy out of them. She put her long leg out with a foot up on the wall behind him, astonished that her flexibility was still intact.

Nik bent down in front of his fiancee and held a fistful of her thighs. He was anchoring himself before lunging forward to dive into her sex. He sucked on the parts of her that hid her clit before snaking the tip of his tongue inside to find it. He spread her with thumb and forefinger for better access and worked with a strange fury.

“Fuck!” Selina cried. Her thigh started to shake. She had overestimated her stamina to hold a position she once could for ages. “Use your fingers too,” she commanded. Throat dry.

Nik obeyed. He looked up at her, plunged his fingers in her sex again. He reached up to lower her leg so that it was over his back. He hooked his fingers inside of her and found a rhythm by alternating this move with circling her clit with his tongue. Stopping to suck on her slit at various times.

Selina groped at him. Her grip tugged his hair and head so that he was smothered in her. Nikolai made a satisfactory growl when she constricted and her thighs clenched. The orgasm started in her throat, her body coiling and flexing under his mouth.

Suddenly he was on his feet to swallow the punctuated cries that came with her cumming. Selina could taste herself, the sticky bitterness, while her body rocked and contorted. Nik held her and she threw small fireworks that flashed colors in tiny raining sparks. She had never done that.

Before either could react, Nikolai freed himself from his jeans. “I think it is my turn, dorogoy.”

Selina turned beneath him so that her back faced her soon to be husband. She stood with her feet wide apart and bent just slightly over the sink to present herself to him.

Nikolai held his erection in hand and widened her stance with a knee. He grabbed Selina’s hip which he pulled down on to his cock ramming it forward. Inside of her so deep her ass crashed into his hip bones. She gasped and cried out.

“More,” she begged.

“Like this?”

Nik started to rut wildly. His face twisted with pleasure. Selina desperately clung to the sink. Her eyes fixed on him in the mirror. He took handfuls of her tits and clenched the nipples. Used them to rock her up and down over the shaft.

There was a rhythmic drumming to the pounding. He penetrated Selina like their bodies could merge together. Her gaze, never straying, finally locked into Nikolai's. It encouraged him to fuck harder. Faster. Until her muscles quivered from trying to keep up. She relaxed into his control. That tiny bit of submission and-

“Motherfucker!” Nik all but shouted. His Russian accent all but gone. “I'm gonna cum!” right before he did.

Nik spilled into Selina. His body twisting and twitching and pumping every last ounce into her. Their eyes held each other like he was holding her to his chest. If they were in a bed he would've stayed inside of his fiancée until they fell asleep. Instead he embraced her tightly while he tried to return to normal.

“I think I can survive the rest of the flight, hrm?” Nik kissed Selina's neck.

Selina adjusted her skirt before fastening the nursing bra and caught Nik's eye in the mirror while he put himself together.

"You know it is impressive you've kept the long con. Even around my family. Will you ever let them hear your real voice?"

"Lina, they know me as the Russian thief. Why upset them?"

"You've been here since you were ten years old. They're smart enough to realize the possibility that your accent is fake."

"Yeah but when I talk like this," he affected a New York tone between Brooklyn and Long island, "you freak the fuck out! So, I'm Russian."

He shrugged. A panicked look had spread across Selina's face. Unease laid out in her dark brown eyes. "Huh, what did I say? Это заставляет нервничать. Вы просто видите своего брата или дядю." It makes you nervous. You just see your brother or uncle "Και αν μιλάω στα ελληνικά, είναι ο μπαμπάς σου"

And if I talk in Greek, it's your papa. "Russian separates me from them."

Nikolai slapped her on the ass as was his way post sex. “Let’s hope someone besides you is worried about me. When will the rest of the family meet us in-”

He was interrupted after opening the door. Sunny was flirting with a flight attendant. With a few flight attendants. Their eyes blank, listening intently to his words. Nikolai realized he was enchanting them. Probably keeping them from catching his sister and brother in law.

They turned to make the way towards their seats only to see the entire plane spaced out. Save for the Kostas family of course. Irina happily babbling and holding fists full of Ollie’s hair. He looked mildly sick.

“You aren't the only one whose powers grew.” Sunny moved past them. “Selina, I think maybe we should talk now instead of later.”

She couldn't help but agree while she and Nikolai did their best to ignore the flood of blue spectres filling the empty seats and aisles.

How dare they believe a wedding in Greece would be drama free. And to think, they still had eight more hours.

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[angst-fairygodmother]

Would You Know Me In Your Heart ~ A Song of Sway Lake Fic

A/N: This sort of unintentionally ended up a 3 part series (parts 1 and 2 being Brick and It’s All Coming Back To Me Now, though you don’t technically have to read either for this to make sense) about pasts and choices for the Sway Lake crew. I hope it means as much to you as it does to me. And, as always but even more so, I owe a huge thanks to @misskittysmagicportal. For the encouragement, and the workshopping, and putting up with me changing my mind about 800 times over the direction/outcome. I couldn’t have gotten here without you. 💖 Word Count: 2522 Rating: T - teen pregnancy, fear and isolation, discussions of abortion, adoption, regret, mild language

“I have one condition,” Jess said, sitting down beside the young girl, who was clearly trying not to cry. “If we go through with this, it’s an open adoption.”

“What? Why?” she asked, her face a mixture of shock and confusion. 

“Because I’ve been where you are,” Jess offered up a hug, or at least a comforting arm around the girl’s shoulders, and she leaned into it.

Now it was Ollie’s turn to stare. He and Jess had been together for years now, and yet somehow, he still didn’t know everything it seemed.

“I know how terrifying and alone it feels, and how heartbreaking it is to think that your child is better off without you.” 

Jess felt the tears stinging at her eyes as she remembered her own ordeal in reaching that conclusion. 

“And you might think that you want a clean break, because watching someone else raise them will hurt too much. And if that’s really the case, that’s fine, you don’t ever have to reach out or open the connection from your end. But I also know you might find yourself lying awake someday, years from now, staring at the ceiling and asking the universe, ‘Is my baby okay? Is he happy? What’s his life like?’ and if that happens, I don’t want you to have to suffer not knowing. I want you to be able to call, or write a letter, or take advantage of a standing invitation to Christmas and birthdays and graduations.”

The young mother started to sob, turning to throw her arms gratefully around Jess's neck. Ollie watched on helplessly as the two shared a pain that he could never imagine, wishing there was some way to take it away, from them both. 

Later on, as they sat side-by-side and curled against each other like a pair of cats, watching the sunset, Ollie finally worked up the nerve to ask the question that had been plaguing him all afternoon. 

“Jess,” he said softly. “Will you tell me about your son?”

“How do you know it was a son?”

“You said 'he' when you were talking about the questions you ask yourself. You don't have to tell me if it's too much for you. I just...had no idea.”

Jess smiled a little sadly back at him. He really was the sweetest man. She hadn't planned to ever mention the baby she gave up, and wasn't sure exactly where to start. But she realized she wanted to tell Ollie, so she took a deep breath and tried. 

Jess had often wondered if there was truly a point where you could cry so much there were no more tears left. She had thought the loss of her grandmother might bring her to that point, but even after a week of spending more waking hours crying than not, there had still somehow been more tears to spill. But now, now she might have found the maximum, or maybe just her breaking point. 

“How could you be so stupid?” April asked for the fourth time that afternoon. “And with the Kostas kid? He’s been a manwhore since puberty. Why would you ever give in to that?”

She wanted to protest, to say that yes Sunny slept around, but it was different with her. She wanted to tell her sister that what they had was special and that she loved him, no matter what their relationship, or lack of, was. She wanted to tell her that she didn’t care that he slept with other people, so did she from time to time. But her throat felt dry and her tongue felt heavy and the words just wouldn’t come.

Instead she sat there, staring at the wall, and deliberately not looking at the test in her hands, and let her older sister berate her. Because for once, April was right. It had been one mistake, one moment of stupidity and it was about to ruin her life. 

She found herself thinking back on the night. It had been late, and pouring rain, when Sunny had shown up at her apartment. He stood on the steps, teeth chattering, asking if he could come in. His face was wet and she didn’t know if it was the rain or tears, or both. But he said he needed her (not someone, not Selina but if she wasn’t there Jess would do, he needed her), and no matter what their agreements were, that was all she needed to hear to let him in. She’d handed him a towel and an old t-shirt and her gym shorts. She’d set a kettle on and made tea. She’d marveled at his timing, how he might have come to her for comfort or care, but it was on a night she needed someone too. And they’d fallen into each other like a magnetic pull. It happened fast, neither of them thinking past their need and their hunger. It wasn't until much later, as she watched him sleep beside her and sipped oversteeped, slightly too cold peppermint that it occurred to her what they'd done.

And now here she was, facing the reality of where not thinking had gotten her. Three weeks past when her cycle should have come, unsure if her nausea was fear or something else, being lectured by her sister who finally had proof positive that she was the superior one. Or maybe not positive yet, but it was only a matter of time. 

“Can you stop yelling at me and help me figure out what the fuck to do?” She begged bitterly, voice thick with tears. 

“Don't take that tone with me. You're an adult. I could leave you to figure it out for yourself.”

“Please, April. I'm scared and I need my big sister.”

April scoffed and rolled her eyes. “At least if it's a kid you can get rid of it, so you better hope for that. I've heard the rumors that he's been with men too,” she shrugged. “It could be AIDs.”

“That's not how that works. Besides, he's too smart to be that stupid. He's careful about that shit.”

“Aren't you usually smart about sex too?”

Jess bit her lip, realizing there was no arguing that point. A chill ran down her spine as she realized the test was finally reacting, slowly producing the answer she had feared. 

“The Kostases are loaded right?” April pointed out, peering over her shoulder at the colored strip. “All those famous people and their club, they must be.” 

Jess struggled not to roll her eyes. Of course her sister's first thought was of money.

“Make him pay for whatever you decide to do with it. And all your medical shit besides. Like going and getting it confirmed for sure.”

“I'm not doing that. I won't ruin his life too.”

“Jessie, honey, he knocked you up. You have every right to ruin his life. You should ruin his life. Or get something out of it.”

“I said I'm not doing that. If you aren't going to be helpful, then just go away. I'll figure out how to take care of it alone.”

“Fine,” her sister huffed. “But don’t say I didn’t try.” 

~

Jess did take care of it. By going to doctors out of the city so no one in her small social circle, or more importantly Sunny’s parents’, might catch wind. By wearing thick sweaters and baggy tops no matter the weather, to hide her growing stomach. By avoiding everyone she could, muddling her way through classes and work without socializing. 

She didn't want to think of options, pushing the choice off as long as she could. It was her baby but she couldn't be a mother. Especially not when her parents made it clear that she would get no help from them, and she was sure the very fact would give her granddad a heart attack. 

Jess thought about telling someone on his side. Every doctor's appointment alone or phone call with the adoption agency, every step toward the fateful day was a new scenario. She must have imagined telling Selina a hundred times, in a hundred different ways, and Sunny almost as many. But sometimes it was Klaus, or Honey or Leon (oddly never “and” despite how linked the two were in her mind), Tom Kidman, even Selina's…Luther in one desperate bid of loneliness. But she could never bring herself to do it for real; there were too many ways it could go wrong: anger, resentment, hatred, ostracization, running away; insistence like her parents’ that she get rid of the baby; insistence that they keep him or her - a Kostas, not really hers; shadowy figures in the night come to snatch them away to be some child soldier experiment.

She wasn't sure which thought was the worst, but she couldn't bear any of them. So she kept them to fantasies. 

“He deserves to know,” the voice in the back of her mind chanted in a constant loop. “His family deserves to know.”

But he had a whole world of options still open to him, and they were barely more than kids. It would be an unfair burden.

Instead she just carried on, silent and scared. 

~

Jess laid in the hospital bed, exhausted and sweaty and in pain, but that was nothing compared to her mental state. She cradled the newborn infant against her chest, giving it a chance to nurse. She tried to think of it as distantly as possible, even though her heart cried out for her son. His tiny, dark fuzz covered head and his big round eyes and the way he’d looked up at her moments before. The feel of his skin against hers. Everything about it filled her with regret: that she had made the choice she did, that she agreed to meet him for even a little while, that she couldn’t be his mother.

She knew the couple that had agreed to the private, closed adoption would love him, and that he would be better off with them than in any life she could give. But still, she wanted to look at them when they entered the room a little while later, the little bundle asleep in her arms, and beg them, “please don’t take my baby away.” 

The words stuck in her throat. They smiled at her, the woman reaching out for the child with a coo of how precious he was. A tear rolled down Jess's cheek and landed, fat and round, on his forehead, and she couldn’t help thinking of it as a sort of baptism, as she passed him over.

“Did you have a name you wanted him to have?” the man, Brian, her baby’s new father, asked. “We’d be happy to honor it if you do.”

For the few hours of his life, the child had been ‘Baby Boy O’Neill’, on his crib and the tiny identity band around his wrist.

“His father’s name is Niklaus,” she said thickly, smiling fondly for a second. “Even if he never goes by it. There's a family tradition that he should have some variant on that as part of his name. But I...I hadn’t planned to name him, I didn’t think I was allowed.” 

The man smiled at her, almost as paternal as he looked at her...at their new child. “We’re not taking him out of the hospital yet. Give it some thought. Unless you don’t want to.”

Later when they came back for him, when it was time for them to really take him away from her, she smiled through more tears as she kissed the tufts of hair on the top of his head. 

“I couldn’t think of anything,” she said regretfully when they asked her again about her son’s name. “Besides, he’s your son, really. So you should give him whatever name you want.” 

“Are you sure?” his mother, Niamh, asked.

Jess nodded, stiff and reluctant. They told her the name they had been considering, asking her opinion it, stating again they wanted her to feel comfortable and involved, if only for a little while. 

“We know it’s a little bit of an odd one, but it’s an old family name from my side,” Niamh explained, “that we’d always considered if we had a boy.” 

“It means Son of the Raven,” his father added. “And with how dark his hair is already, it must run in the line, so…” 

Jess’s thoughts were suddenly filled with a familiar, watchful (sometimes judgmental)  black bird, and she didn’t really hear the rest of what the little boy’s new parents were saying past the rushing in her ears that sounded a lot like wings. 

“Unique,” Jess corrected, voice thick. “It…suits him.”

They smiled at her, and then down at the baby still in her arms. 

“It’s decided then.” Brian started to clap his hands together, catching himself at the last moment and slowing it so that it didn’t make a sound to scare the baby. 

She asked if she could hold him, for just one more minute, to say goodbye. They agreed, a look of kind pity in their eyes as they stepped out ‘to find the nurse and fill in the birth certificate,’ so that she could have her privacy.

“Cormac Nicholas MacNamara,” she whispered, staring into his wide, round eyes that already betrayed a glint of not-quite-natural intelligence. “You are going to be so amazing. And I will always love you.” 

“I eventually did tell Selina. I felt horrible keeping it from her, from all of them.”

“Selina's your best friend. I'm sure she understood.”

“But she's Sunny's sister first. It was complicated, and ended up being the longest we ever went without talking.” Jess swiped at her tears again. “I think she was as much hurt that she thought I didn't trust her to help me as at the secrets. But I didn't want to put her in the position of having to choose between us.”

“Obviously she forgave you though?”

“Oh, completely. Eventually. And I thank every god and goddess that might be listening for it. I don't know what I'd have done if I lost her too.”

Ollie was quiet for a long while, thinking about what she'd told him and the weight it must be for her. He couldn't even begin to imagine what that might be like, but it didn’t really matter. Pulling her close with the arm resting around her shoulders, he pressed a lingering kiss to her temple. She sighed, relaxing into him again.

“And adopting a baby with me…” he bit his lip nervously, “it’s not going to, I don’t know, upset you or be too much right?”

“What?” She turned to look at him, brushing the hair from his face in order to meet his eyes. “No. Of course not. There is nothing I want more than to do this. And it’s going to be hard sometimes, but…I have you, we have each other. And I don’t know, I probably sound too much like a Kostas again but, maybe this is setting the balance of things right again?”

Ollie kissed her softly. “I think it’s meant to be too.”

[angst-fairygodmother]

Exchanges: Babysitting (The Song of Sway Lake Story)

A/N: A young Irina helps her aunt and uncle come to a realization about the future. Word Count: 734 Rating: G - no warnings? Implied smut, I suppose. 

Jess leaned against the doorframe, watching Ollie with Irina. It was hard to believe that when she was born he was afraid of being asked to hold her, afraid to even touch her, in case it went wrong. Now, she was cradled carefully against his chest, eyes fluttering like she was fighting sleep, as they swayed to a perfect tune that Ollie hummed. 

She felt something warm building in the pit of her stomach, a fuzzy feeling that made her heart race like it was about to burst forth and take flight. He looked so natural with the little girl, and there was an almost overwhelming sense of peace blanketing them. She wished she had her camera to capture the moment. But she couldn't force her eyes away from the scene, let alone turn to go, lest she miss a second. 

Ollie looked up suddenly, catching her eye with one of his awkward, adorably shy grins. She tried to smile back, but she couldn't, too busy spiraling and drowning in what his eyes held, a promise that was a question too: it will be our baby next, if you want it to be, today or tomorrow or when we're old and greying, whenever you are sure.

~

Later on, Irina sleeping peacefully in the next room, Jess studied her boyfriend’s profile. The dim light of the tv, some old movie droning softly in the background, caught on the sharp angles of his jawline and strong plane of his nose, highlighting them like he was sculpted. His tangled hair was tucked behind one ear, leaving a wide expanse of his throat exposed and calling to her. 

“I love you,” she murmured, reaching up to tuck a stray strand back into place and kiss his pulsepoint, the rest of her sentence so muffled into his skin that he couldn't understand her. 

She watched in delight as his eyebrows dipped in confusion and a shiver ran through him. 

“What did you say?” He asked, not quite turning to look at her. 

She kissed the same place again. “I said I love you.” 

“And…?” he prompted with a chuckle, “what was the second half?”

She hummed as if she was trying to remember. “Oh! That.” She swung a leg over so that instead of sitting beside him, she was straddling his lap. “Just that I've been thinking.”

He swallowed nervously, but she saw a glint in his eye as he waited for her to go on. She threaded her fingers into his hair and stared at them, suddenly afraid to look at his face. 

“I want them to have your eyes, and your talent with music, and your laugh. Have I ever told you how much I love your laugh? And we'll close the bookstore for the off-season and go to the city, so they can have a proper school, not the bullshit that's up here. And I want Selina and Nikolai nearby, and maybe Honey and Leon. A baby should be surrounded by family. And grow up with a best friend, not have to find them later and be lonely. Promise we won't let them grow up lonely like we did?”

“Jess,” he reached up to cradle her face in his hands, swiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb. “Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

She leaned into his touch, her cheek resting on his palm, heart racing and breath coming short. 

“Our baby,” she said after a moment. “No, babies. I want to have so many babies with you Ollie.”

“You do?” His voice dropped down to an awed whisper, barely even able to think. 

“I do. If you do, I mean. You asked me before, at the wedding, and I wasn't ready, but then I saw you with Irina tonight and something just…clicked.” 

He leaned forward to close the gap between them, tender and full of all the promises she had asked him for.

“That sounds perfect,” he whispered breathlessly. “Except for one thing. I want them to be a lot more like you than me.”

She pouted at the withdrawal of his kiss. “At least two then, one like you and one like me. So we should probably get started.”

“Deal,” he laughed, standing up suddenly so that she had to cling to him as he carried her to the bedroom (and then back again when they remembered the infant asleep there).

[angst-fairygodmother]

On Your Orders (Oliver Sway x Jess O’Neill)

A/N: Apparently, being dehydrated as hell and thus sick as a dog is exactly what I needed to finish this thing I've been vaguely working on since Valentine's Day. As usual, the best of the ideas can be attributed to my beloved writing partner (@misskittysmagicportal ​in case that’s not known by now), who often says words and I go "ooh" and file them away in my little squirrel brain to revisit later. Word Count: 1448 slutty slutty words Rating: E - language, strip tease, masturbation (f), fingering, overstimulation?

“Tell me what you want?” Jess said, tilting her head as she looked up at him from her place resting against his shoulder. “I'll follow whatever you ask, as long as you use your words.” 

“I don't understand?” Ollie’s face scrunched into his adorable, confused face. 

“What is there to not get, Boyfriend? I’m bored, and horny, and I want you, even more right now if you order me around.”

“I…” She watched him tug his sleeves down over his hands, twisting the fabric between his thumb and forefinger in an obvious and familiar nervous gesture. His face had gone pale and she felt her heart twist, feeling momentarily guilty for asking. 

“It doesn't have to be extreme. It's just…remember in the rain the second, no third, time we had sex?”

Jess brought her thumb to her mouth reflexively, nervously chewing on the corner and struggling to meet his eyes while she waited for Ollie to answer. He reached for her, covering her hand in his and gently pushing it away.

“Jess, you're the most amazing thing to ever happen to me, and I remember every time we've made love, trust me.”

She giggled, blushing brightly at the implication there and he flashed her a lopsided grin.

“But what does that have to do with anything?”

“Well…” she bit her lip, looking for the words to explain. “You got all intense and really took charge that night. It made me feel like I was yours in every way. And it was so.fucking.sexy.”

“O-oh.” Now it was his turn to try to match her hair at the hunger in her tone, and the way his body responded to her.

“I want that again, please? It doesn't have to be all the time or anything. Just sometimes…like right now?”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Ollie stared at her for another moment, eyes scanning her, searching for something in her expression. Without warning, he surged to close the last breadth between them, kissing her passionately. One hand tangled into her hair and the other slid over her hip to grab at the curve of her ass. She moaned against his lips, surprising herself at how needy she sounded. She responded by wrapping her arms around his shoulders to cling to him, mind going fuzzy as his tongue pushed its way into her mouth, claiming her. 

“Strip,” Ollie murmured, not quite the commanding voice she wanted, but it was good enough, to start. 

Jess quickly pecked his lips again before moving to stand in the center of the room, making sure he had a full view. Immediately, she missed the feeling of his hands on her body and sighed, closing her eyes so she could imagine it was him instead of her slowly undoing the waist of her skirt. She let the denim drop, stepping out of it with a kick for dramatic flourish. His breath hitched as he caught sight of her lacy panties, and her heart began to race. 

“Wait,” he said, voice louder now, as she started to reach for her shirt collar. “I want you to look at me while you do it?”

She locked eyes with him, trying hard not to fumble from the fire flooding her veins. Each tiny button felt agonizing until finally she shrugged the garment off to reveal a matching bra. Ollie shook his head when she reached for the clasp, gazing raking hungrily over every inch of her. 

The air was thick with anticipation as he shifted forward on the couch to stare at her more intently.

“Touch yourself.” The words startled Jess, shattering the silence and making her shiver. She gaped at him, and he repeated the finally firm command. “Touch yourself. Show me what you want me to do to you.”

A flash of uncertainty hit as she slowly moved the fabric of her underwear aside and ran a finger through her folds. It felt odd, but thrilling, knowing he was watching as she slowly circled her clit. Her pace quickened as she pressed harder on the sensitive nub and sparks danced under her skin.

“Ollie,” his name fell from her lips on reflex, mind associating him immediately with the pleasure washing over her.

He shifted in his seat, reminding Jess that he was there, and intent on her.

“Ollie, please,” she wasn't sure what she was begging him for as she repeated the phrase like a prayer.

He cleared his throat, trying to avoid making any noises of his own.

Her other hand trailed up her body, fluttering at her neck before clutching her own hair. Her breath quickened more, nearly gasping, as they made their way back down to tease a hardened nipple through the thin fabric she was still wearing. Her eyes closed and head dropped back, crying out as she twisted to toy with her clit with her thumb and slipped a finger inside herself. Her muscles started to tense, the coil in her stomach close to a breaking point.

Ollie's long fingers suddenly curled around her wrists, restraining and stopping her movements, and Jess yelped, so focused on her pleasure that she hadn't heard him stand. Gently he pulled her away from herself.

“Not yet,” he whispered.

“Ollie…” she sighed, squirming in his grasp, feeling a chill and discomfort from the absence. 

“Jess,” he answered, just as breathless and smiling adoringly. “You are so beautiful like this. And I can't even think.”

“Who needs to think?” 

“Me. Of what I'm going to do to you.”

Jess raised an eyebrow, smirking back at him. “Oh you're going to do something finally? I've been doing all the work so far.”

He shifted her so that he could hold both her wrists in one hand, pinning them in the air above her head. His other grabbed her ass again, pressing her lower half to his before traveling downward to trail between her thighs. His inhale was all the warning she had before his fingers replaced hers, quickly working her over in the same patterns he had watched her use. He added in a roll of his hips, using their stance for leverage, the extra pressure and friction making her breath hitch. His lips brushed along her jaw, sucking on the sensitive skin under it and blending with tongue to tease her. She felt every hair on her skin raising at his touch, and her knees buckled as his efforts drove her to orgasm within moments. Ice flooded her veins and she screamed, his name becoming something wordless and primal as she shattered and came back together, all at his command. 

Jess swayed, unsteady and lightheaded, and Ollie rushed to catch her, face twisting in concern as he guided her to the couch. 

“Jess? Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, cradling her face in his hands once she was seated.

She smiled at him, skin still buzzing with the aftershocks and eyes glowing feverishly. “Holy…fuck…Boyfriend…that was…”

“Too much.” He nodded, finally seeming to relax a little, settling beside her so he could pull her into his arms.

“Noo. Hell no. Definitely not too much. It was incredible.” 

“Jess,” he looked serious and now it was her turn to be concerned. “You almost passed out. I could have hurt you…”

“Ollie, darling, I’m okay. More than okay. I promise.”

He didn’t look convinced, so she turned them both so that she was sitting, straddling his lap, and their foreheads were pressed together. She pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“That was intense, more than I was expecting it to be, yes. But it felt amazing, I feel amazing. And I want to do that for you, please?”

“I always feel amazing when I’m with you.” 

“Why are you always so romantic when I’m trying to be sexy?” Jess pouted at him for managing to flip her script. “At least let me…help you out with this?”

Ollie’s breath shuddered as her hand drifted down to brush against his prominent hard-on through his jeans. 

“Later,” he promised, catching her wrist again and bringing it up so that he could kiss the inside of it. “We can do anything you want, later.” 

“But–”

“You said you wanted me telling you what to do?” his tone took on an edge that sent a shiver of desire through her. “I’m ordering rest. Now. Shut up and cuddle me.”

She laughed, letting him tug her down so that they were both stretched on the couch. She kissed the hollow of his throat as she nestled against him, in a half-hearted last effort to change his mind, and he groaned softly but remained firm. 

“Fine,” she yawned after a moment. “You win.”

[angst-fairygodmother]

The other Jess/Ollie one?

Let me start with, it was supposed to be a oneshot but it's at several thousand words and less than halfway done so...

It will span several months, covering the time between Manhattan Holiday and this fic by my dear writing partner. There are several big changes that will happen during it, one of which is even referenced in the later. (It's just one sentence, but I bet you can spot it 😊)

Here's a snippet:

[angst-fairygodmother]

Tropes 6 and 7 for Jess and Ollie pretty please? And can I ask for it to be smut? Or not, idk if that's weird

A/N: I don't typically take specific fic type requests (although I do honor "not angst" or what have you) but I did for this. It posed a unique challenge, and I hope I rose to it. This was a lot of fun. Thank you Nonny. Word Count: 2996 Rating: E - oral (m receiving), fingering, teasing, penetrative sex, some light nipple play, lingerie mostly smut, also some fluff, and very very cheesy.

“You're here!” Oliver said in surprise, grinning excitedly as the door shut behind his girlfriend and her dog. “Did I know you were coming today?”

“No. I figured since you gave me a key and everything I'd turn up early,” Jess shrugged as she set her luggage down and unwound her scarf. “I forgot traffic though. So it's late, and frigid, and there was nowhere to park. Lenore loved the walk. I, however, am a popsicle.”

She shrugged her coat to the floor and faux swooned on top of him before he could get up from the couch.

“Hi,” he said, looking adoringly down at her splayed across his lap.

“Hello Boyfriend.” She smiled almost sheepishly back. “Is this a good Christmas surprise?”

She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it anyway, completely in love with the way he smiled at her.

“The best.” He bent down to kiss her softly, only to recoil in shock. “Jesus, Jess! You weren't kidding. You should go warm up in the shower before you get sick.”

“Are you going to join me there?” Her smile became a smirk, running a teasing finger down his sternum and making no move to leave his lap.

He swallowed thickly, tempted by her implication and the way she was looking up at him.

“I can’t…” he groaned. “It’s a tiny shower. Besides, if we want to eat tonight, I have to call kind of now...”

She pouted until he kissed it away despite her icy skin, doubling over her as her arms looped around his neck.

“Are you sure?” She drawled when they broke apart and she finally sat up. She sighed dramatically when he shook his head. “Fine, be responsible. Your loss.”

~

Despite the bliss she felt at the steam and water enveloping her, Jess rushed through her shower, not wanting to waste a single minute of her time with Ollie. Toweling her hair, not caring that she was standing naked in his bedroom, she poked through her suitcase for something appropriate. Her eyes fell to a carefully wrapped present, and to the black cable-knit poking out of one of his drawers, an idea sparking.

Dressed a few minutes later, she padded out to the living room, soft knee high socks masking any sound. She paused in the doorway, her next step of launching herself at her boyfriend interrupted by the sight of him. In the time it had taken her to shower, he had wrapped a twinkling rope of multicolored bulbs around the little Christmas tree in the corner and turned it into the room's only source of light. He stood near it, trying to untangle the next, very knotted string, pausing repeatedly to flick his hair out of his eyes. The rainbow behind him caught among strands as he moved them, bathing him in a halo that stood out with tones of red, orange, and pink. Her breath caught in her chest, struck by how perfect he was.

“You know,” she purred, her hands carding through his hair. “This wouldn't get in your face so much if you wore it back more often.”

He leaned back into her touch, shivering as her nails scraped his scalp.

“But if I did that, you wouldn't be able to do this,” he hummed distractedly, eyes fluttering shut.

She laughed, keeping his hair gathered in her hands and kissing the side of his neck. His fingers fumbled, nearly dropping the tangled cord.

“Mm, that's true. But have you considered the counterpoint, I think you look really sexy?”

“Can’t be as sexy as you in my sweater,” he let the lights fall away, reaching behind him to stroke the exposed skin of her thighs. “Hardly keeping you warm though.”

“That’s what I have you for,” she sighed as his fingers wandered further, “there are so many better ways than clothes.”

He turned around then, biting his lip with a whimper at the tug of his hair. His first kiss was to her chin, making her giggle, and then to her cheeks, eyelids, and the end of her nose before finally finding her mouth. She sighed, melting into him as his tongue swept her bottom lip and his hands moved up her hips to cradle her waist beneath her clothes. Her own hands worked quickly to detangle from his mane so that she could tug at his sweater, the two of them reluctantly parting so she could cast it aside, followed quickly by the t-shirt underneath.

“I missed you Jess,” he sighed as she trailed open-mouthed kisses down his exposed chest.

He could feel her smile against his skin. “Why do you think I came a day early?”

His breath hitched as her mouth reached the skin just above his waistband. She traced the shallow dip of his hips with her tongue, feeling the way his muscles tensed, and the slight press of his clothed erection against her. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his jeans, stroking him through the fabric of his boxers. Sliding both pieces of fabric down so they pooled around his ankles, she looked up at him, leaning into the way he caressed her cheek despite how at odds the tender gesture was.

She kissed his palm quickly before rocking forward to take the head of his penis into her mouth. He inhaled sharply as she swirled her tongue around it. His hips buckled toward her and one of his hands tangled loosely into her hair. She relaxed her jaw, sliding her lips further along his length and drawing away again in a slow, sultry pattern. One hand braced herself against his thigh and the other gripped the base of him, twisting and stroking in tandem with her mouth.

His breath came in panting gasps and his beautiful eyes fluttered closed in bliss. She hummed, the salt-sweat taste of him heavy on her tongue sending sparks to her core. His fingers tightened, nails dragging on her scalp, eliciting a moan.

“Jess,” his voice was strained and she couldn't help but smile as she continued to toy with him. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

She could hear how close he was to breaking and backed away with one last teasing, almost demure kiss to the tip of his cock before sitting on her heels. He whimpered at the loss of contact, and then he was suddenly in her space, kneeling to kiss her hungrily. In the span of a blink, he had her on her back, body stretched over hers and looking down at her in awe.

“What? Have I got something on my face?” She joked, squirming uncomfortably under his lovestruck gaze.

“It's just...the twinkle lights. And your eyes. You look beautiful Jess,” he whispered.

She blushed. “Oh.”

He kissed her again and she melted beneath him, opening up to his tongue and touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair, combing it back from his face again, and more importantly her own that it tickled as he moved to kiss beneath her jaw and wander the length of her neck. She sighed as he brushed, snowflake light, across her sensitive skin.

One of his hands reached for her inner thigh again but she stopped him with a smirk.

“That's cheating, Ollie. If you want your Christmas present, unwrap me properly,” she purred, leaning up to tease her lips against the shell of his ear.

He frowned at her in confusion, his face adorably scrunched up, and she laughed. She reached over, guiding his hand to the hem of the sweater, their intertwined fingers pushing it upward slightly, just enough for him to get the picture. With tantalizing slowness and reverence, he continued, sliding his large palms up the sides of her body, just brushing her skin as he rolled the soft wool material upward, eyes locked with hers all the while. It wasn’t until he reached her chest, where he had to stop so she could pull the garment the rest of the way off, tossing it aside somewhere, that he noticed what she was wearing beneath, revealed in full.

The matched bra and panty set were made of soft violet satin that offset dramatically against her pale freckled skin. Swirling black lace overlay created an illusion of greater coverage while still leaving so much skin exposed, and matched ribbons criss-crossed her body like she was tied there, a single bow perfectly centered between her breasts completing the imagery. The sheen of the fabric seemed to catch and reflect the Christmas bulbs above and make her glow as she stretched out to give Ollie the best view possible. Her green striped knee-highs unbalanced the sexual image, humanizing her unintentionally in a way that inexplicably drew him further in, making him swallow thickly.

The lingerie had been sort of her best friend's idea, Selina suggesting something...intimate after listening to Jess agonize for weeks over the perfect Christmas gift for her boyfriend. And Jess trusted her, despite a nervousness that it was somehow crossing a line, placing pressure that their four and a half month romance wasn't ready for yet. Now, when Oliver didn’t say anything, she bit the pad of her thumb, worrying it nervously between her teeth.

“Do you like it? I was going to wrap it under the tree but then I thought it would be fun to just surprise you wearing it. I don’t know if it’s normal for a girlfriend to buy her boyfriend lingerie or if it’s supposed to be the other way around? And I wasn’t sure if it was weird to do it in purple, but red or white seemed so cliché, especially as a Christmas thing…oh god this was too much. I was so stupid wasn’t–”

Her words became a gasp at the sudden feeling of his lips trailing over the mound of her breast, tracing the line of the lace, down one and up the other. Her hands fell away to the carpet as he groped and nipped, exploring every inch of her that wasn’t covered by fabric.

“Shut up Jess,” he muttered lovingly into her skin. “You could wear a sack and look fucking beautiful. This…this is…” he paused, warm breath raising goosebumps across her stomach as he looked for the right words.

Giving up, he instead returned to her, kissing fiercely, biting at her lower lip. The intensity of it made her yelp, even as she arched into his still-roaming hands, and he ran his tongue soothingly over the place he bit. She cracked her jaw, welcoming him in with a needy whine, their tongues twining and bodies pressing together. He slipped his fingers under the band of her panties, groaning as he felt for her clit and found her slick for him. She bucked her hips in time with his touch, his small circles stoking the fire in her core. He kept going, using all of the little gestures and patterns she had shown him during their time together, applying pressure and relaxing off again, adding a second finger, sliding down to tease their way inside her while his thumb continued to stroke, anything he could to bring her to the edge but not over it. It was sloppy, Ollie still in many ways unfamiliar and new, blending enthusiasm into skill as if they were equivalent, but Jess moaned encouragements, the static buzz through her body threatening to overwhelm her anyway.

Suddenly, she hooked a leg over his, throwing her weight into it to flip them so that he was stretched on his back and she straddled his thin hips.

“No more teasing,” she begged, shifting her weight against him as she shimmied out of her underwear. “I want you, please?”

He nodded rapidly, hands circling her waist, but as she tried to rock forward, he stopped her short.

She made a small noise, mingled complaint and confusion escaping her as an almost squeak.

“Condom, right?” He asked, remembering the rule she tried to keep to.

She bit her lip, hesitating, and then nodded. He flashed her that adorable half-smile of his and lifted her off of him as he sat up. Shocked by how easily he moved her, she barely registered the soft peck he gave her or the instruction to wait right there before he disappeared into the bedroom. Her thoughts suddenly racing, she laid down on the soft rug and stared up at the rainbow-stained ceiling while she waited for him to return.

A moment later, he was back, looking at her stretched out, a supplicant before him, with wide eyes. He licked his lips nervously, and fumbled with the little foil packet before managing to get it open and slide the rubber sheath over himself. Her eyes traced his movements with the same amusement of a cat toying with a mouse. Even exposed and prone as she was, she could see in his actions that she held dominion over him, and the power of it sent a thrill down her spine.

“Well?” she quirked an eyebrow as he continued to just stand and stare.

“Can…we try…I mean the way we…with you…on top?” he stammered hesitantly, and in an instant she stood to face him.

Cradling his face between her palms, she kissed him gently, trying to reassure and sooth his nerves with her touch. She understood his nervousness, the uncertainty of how to ask for what he wanted, and tried not to hate that he still felt that way around her, even for an instant.

“Boyfriend…Ollie,” she said, seriously, drawing back to meet his eyes. “We can do whatever you want. Well not completely whatever, I have my limits, but you’re allowed to ask. Even if I say no, I’ll never be upset with you for it. You know that right?”

He bumped his forehead against hers, making her chuckle. “I do.”

“Good. As for this request, we can absolutely,” she smiled, trailing one hand up the muscles of his stomach to his shoulder.

Giving a gentle push, she coaxed him downward, trying to ignore the heady rush that sent her head spinning at the sight of him kneeling before her. His arms hooked around the backs of her legs, coaxing her with him as he laid back. His touch traveled upward as she sank down. She rolled her hips against his, sliding his length through her folds and he drew matching circles over her spine. Reverently he unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms, casting aside the last piece of clothing either of them wore. She shivered as the chill air met her chest, peaking her nipples swiftly and sending a wave of goosebumps along her skin. He captured one pert bud in his mouth, tongue swirling over it. Her eyes fluttered closed in bliss as she moaned his name.

One hand reaching between them, Jess guided his cock, lining him up with her entrance as he turned his attention to her other breast. Their hips rolled, meeting in a thrust that buried him to the hilt.

Names falling from each other's mouths like prayers, they set a slow, steady rhythm, each rock of their bodies drawing him out to just the tip and back in to fill her. She planted her hands on his chest for leverage, feeling his heart race beneath her fingers. Ollie cradled her waist in his hands, the extra lift and pull making sure that he was able to be as deep as possible.

They were both keyed up from their games and anticipation that it didn't take long for his thrusts to become unsteady as her core clenched around him, muscles tensing as the coil in her gut so close to snapping but not quite there.

“Ollie,” she whined, body bending over his. “Fuck, I'm so close.”

“Yes,” he panted back, bringing one hand between them to tease her clit. “Come with me.”

“I…”

Her breath stuttered, the light pressure he applied to the sensitive point sending her tumbling over the edge. Throwing her head back, she cried out for Oliver again as white heat flooded her senses and the tree above them reeled like a galaxy of pinprick colors. The way her body reacted sent him chasing quickly after, spilling into the condom as he pulled Jess into a vice-like embrace. Both slowly sinking back to earth, he tilted her chin with one finger, angling her mouth toward his, and she couldn't resist a soft, breathless “Merry Christmas Ollie” before their lips met.

~

Once again in nothing but Ollie's sweater (the one he had been wearing earlier leaving him with just his white t-shirt), Jess stretched out dramatically across the couch. Ollie sat on the floor in front of her, leaning against the couch as he returned to working on untangling the lights. She felt mesmerized, watching his deft fingers work magic on the cords. Every few minutes, his eyes drifted to the hemline slowly inching up her thighs, before he swallowed and looked away quickly.

“Boyfriend,” she sing-songed. “Are you thinking naughty thoughts still?”

He chuckled, blushing and ducking his head to hide behind his hair. “It’s just that I’m really, really glad you’re here. And that I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Aww.” Now it was her turn to blush. “I love you.”

He leaned back further, his head pressing against her stomach so he could look at her properly. She couldn’t resist reaching for him, gesturing for him to forget his project, again, and join her on the couch.

“I’m never going to get these untangled at this rate,” he laughed, turning around to face her.

“I like it like this, it’s romantic.”

He hummed as if to say, ‘oh really?’ and rose up on his knees, drawing closer. She shifted forward to meet him, their lips just ghosting over each other when a loud gurgle interrupted them, and Jess turned nearly as red as her hair.

“Pizza's on the stove,” Ollie teased as she tried to bury her face in her hands.

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[angst-fairygodmother]

We all know that Leon probably dies not much longer after Honey. Probably a few months. Enough time to make sure everyone's going to be alright (Trick situation: the kids were always going to be alright without their parents).

Selina is angry/jealous that her brother and daughter can see her parents at will. She ignores that they have to kill themselves to do it. Sure he can conjure them, but she's conflicted about that too.

Sunny becomes obsessed with visiting Honey at least until Leon dies. He uses the guise of Klaus. He wants to keep her for himself. Sometimes he presents himself as a little boy or a teenager to make up for all the grief he put her through with his addictions and disappearing for two years.

Nikolai takes their deaths harder than anyone expected. ESPECIALLY Leon which takes Selina by complete surprise. He finds it hard to communicate what it is that is causing him so much grief, but it's really because Leon's been his dad longer than Sergei ever was. Leon always told Nik that he was very easy to love.

Luther is also devastated. Leon and Honey were his first friends outside of the academies. Actually they were Sloane's first friends too. And it was reciprocated, Honey did not have actually confidantes outside her sister and Leon until she met Sloane. They were both worried the other would judge them on their pasts.

Funny enough, I suppose this is the same situation for Diego and Lila too?

Irina and Lev and JT are the most ok with everything. Their period of grieving is far shorter than their parents and uncle and great uncles/aunts.

Leon's heaven is just a dingy flat in White Chapel above a Greek restaurant and Gracie with the flowers in her hair.

Now your turn: Jess and Ollie and their family's reactions 🥹😮‍💨

😭 I love this, but also hate it. Why would you do this to me?

Jess and Ollie have a similar timeline actually.

They live well into their eighties, or maybe even nineties (probably nineties. I like the word nonagenarian better). Time to not only meet but really have relationships with grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Jess dies first. Of something slow enough that she has time to say goodbye, but not painful. Just age?

Of the next generation, I think the three that take it worst are her middle daughter, her and Ollie’s son, and Sean (after all, she was something of a mentor figure for him for most of his life, and their similar interests kept them close. Although actually I think he takes the years leading up to her death, where age has stopped her from being able to take pictures anymore harder.)

Her eldest daughter is very stiff upper lip about it, and feels like it’s her job now to take care of the others, and she only cries after she’s sure her siblings, cousins, and their kids are all okay.

Cormac probably handles it best out of them, both because he met her later in life which gives them a unique relationship, and because of his scientific approach to things. (Plus if he’s anything like his father, he has the chance to talk to her again.)

I have no idea on the grandkids and great grandkids. Some are devastated, others take it better.

Ollie dies within a year. Suddenly in his sleep.

His official cause of death is a heart attack, but everyone in the family knows that it was actually a broken heart, it just took a while. 

The family is equally saddened, but are able to take comfort that they’ll be reunited.

This is the one that gets their eldest and youngest daughters, the latter probably at some point begs any/all of the folks in the family that can to bring him back, so they can have one more conversation, one more hour with him.

(I tried to think of how Selina and Nikolai would feel, if they outlived their other halves, but I think that is too much pain. 

[angst-fairygodmother]

Now to answer the question that @misskittysmagicportal apparently actually meant (which makes way more sense, I’m just dumb and tired) with this ask and then I promise I’ll be done with tragedy for the week: How do Jess and Ollie and their kids react to losing the Kostas family Matriarch and Patriarch?

Jess does her best to be a rock when Honey dies. It hurts, but her best friend needs her, and Selina has been there for her through so much, it’s only fair she finally return the favor

She also worries about Sunny. A lot. She may not be in love with him, but she will always care deeply about him, and she knows how much his mom meant to him. And how self-destructive he can be.

Losing Leon is harder on her. It feels like having one of the legs of your chair break (weird metaphor but go with me). You’re still able to function but the stability and comfort are gone.

To Ollie, losing Honey creates a void, an empty gap where she is supposed to be; not having her there feels just plain wrong. She was a force of nature and it feels impossible for her to be dead. 

She was somewhere between friend and mother-figure to him, so he’s almost not sure how to mourn her. 

Leon is easier on Ollie. Not for any particular reason, it just happens that way. He’s heartbroken of course, and sometimes he still starts to call or mention to Jess that they should ask Leon if... before he catches himself

But he doesn’t fall apart. Maybe because he remembers still too sharply the pain of losing his Dad, and while Leon was a very very good man, he wasn’t Timmy Sway. 

He probably ends up being the one taking care of all the others (Selina, Nikolai, Jess, the kids, maybe even Sunny?) with the day-to-day things like reminding them that no matter how much it hurts or how much they don’t want to they need to eat, sleep, etc

To their kids, both losses feel like the end of the world. Honey and Leon are the only grandparents they’ve known. And they were so beloved, so special. It feels like they’ll never recover. 

[angst-fairygodmother]

Love Lessons (Oliver Sway x Jess O’Neill)

Word Count: 2444 Rating: E - teasing, handjob, hair pulling, penetration, language

“Oliver?” Jess asked, tilting her head questioningly as he froze, poised above her exactly where she wanted him but staring like a deer in headlights.

“I don’t...I’m...I’ve…” he stumbled over his own words as he tried to explain, before rolling off to the side with an explosive sigh.

“You don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything,” she said, rising up on her elbow so that she was the one looking down at him now. “I’m not going to judge. I love you.”

“There’s never been girls exactly lining up to get with the weird long-haired music nerd. So I’m...not experienced with this. I don’t know what I’m doing. Nikolai said that--”

The rest of his words were mumbled as she lightly pressed a hand over his mouth to silence him. 

“I don’t want to talk about Nikolai while we’re in bed, alright?” she asked, eyes crinkling with laughter. “And I don’t care about...look it’s not something you can become an expert at. Well, I guess you could, but you don’t need to be. Just...trust your instincts. And trust me.”

“What?” he asked, face contorted and words still muffled until she drew her hand away.

She leaned down, lightly kissing the corner of his mouth. “Sex is about communicating, listening.”

She dipped further, kissing the underside of his jaw. “I’ll show you.”

A third kiss to his Adam's Apple as he swallowed nervously. “What I like.” 

Now she nipped at his collarbone, smirking at the whimper that escaped him. “What I don’t.”

Her hair brushed against his skin, tickling him as she placed the next on his chest, just over his heart. “What’ll make me putty in your hands.”

She sat back, looking at him. “And you tell me the same. Or we don’t have to do this right now, if you’re not ready…?”

“What? Why wouldn’t I…?” he seemed appalled that she would even suggest such a thing.

“It was a question, Ollie. You’re nervous, and seem a little uncomfortable. I just wanted to make sure you’re sure about this.”

“I am.” He stared earnestly into her eyes as he assured her, not an ounce now of hesitation.

She smiled, nodding softly in acceptance as she let him draw her down, mouths meeting and tongues twining, breathing each other like they were more necessary than air. The fingers of one hand curled against his chest, the other tangling its way into that long, wild mane she loved. Without breaking the kiss, she shifted one leg over his so that she sat across his lap.

He kept her close with his hand around her back and slowly trailed over her ribs, gently exploring the skin until he brushed over the band of her bra and stopped short. She pulled back, just enough to meet his eyes, and smirked at him.

“You think you can take that off, or do you want me to do it for you?” she teased. 

He made a childish, mocking face and she giggled, the bubbly noise trailing off into a surprised gasp as he undid the clasp with shocking deftness and guided the garment off. After he cast it aside, he ran his hands slowly down her chest and stomach, and then back up to cup and squeeze the soft flesh of her breasts. Hoping he remembered how she liked to be touched, and that it was the same without layers of clothing between them, he ran the pads of his thumbs across her nipples, pressing as he did. 

She arched into his touch, a soft mewling sound escaping her.

“Gentler,” she hummed as he stroked back the other way. “I can feel it without so much pressure.”

Moving torturously slow, he barely brushed across her nipples a third time before changing patterns, setting a tempo, her body writhing to a silent waltz. Hesitantly he half-sat up in the bed, bending at the waist beneath her, so that he could add his lips, soft and wet against her feverish skin. 

“Oh,” she breathed, one hand bracing beside them and the other wrapping around his head, pressing him further against her. 

Jess wanted to scream for how badly she wanted more, but she tried to fight back the feeling. Tonight was supposed to be about Ollie. She slid her hands slowly down his neck and across his collar, marvelling in the trail of goosebumps her touch left, even as he drove her close to begging. Gently she took him by the shoulders and pushed him back again, his lips leaving her with a soft smack. She smiled down at him, placing a quick peck to the end of his nose, motioning for him to stay put. 

Slowly, she trailed featherlight kisses down his body again, continuing lower until her breath ghosted over the erection between his legs. She wrapped her fingers around it, dragging her nails teasingly along the vein. Ollie whimpered, her name coming out in a stutter as she continued to stroke it, alternating twists of her wrist and teasing the head with her thumb.

“Do you like that?” She asked, smirking down at him.

“Y-yes, fuck, Jess…” he moaned, stretching out his hands to her, wanting to touch some part, any part of her. 

“Do you want to grab my hair Ollie?” she urged, shifting on the bed so he could reach. “Go ahead. You can even pull it if you like.”

Hesitantly he combed his fingers through her hair, and she slowed her own motions to mimic him, using her free hand to hold his hips as he tried to buck against her. After a few strokes and pleading moans that did nothing to move her, although each sound stirred her and she could feel her panties becoming soaked, he seemed to realize what she was doing. Experimentally his grip tightened, wrapping the strands around his hands. She rewarded him with a soft moan and picked up the speed of her motions. As he bucked harder, lifting slightly off the bed despite her weight pressing on him, she bent down, relishing in the pull against her scalp, and pressed a kiss to his head, tongue darting out to brush the slit. 

He gasped sharply, yanking her head back in surprise. She yelped, the pain stinging. 

“Shit. Sorry. Are you okay?” He cried, rushing to release his hold and trying to sit up to check on her. 

“Relax,” she laughed, moving both hands to his shoulders and her face to hover over his. “I'm fine. Are you?”

“Yeah. Yes. Fine. Just. That felt...I don’t think I’ll last very long if you keep doing that.” He flushed, embarrassed by the revelation, and she leaned in to kiss him softly. 

“It’s okay Ollie. Those are things I want you to tell me. I just want to make you feel good. And I don’t mind whether we don’t make it to tab A, slot B tonight.”

He frowned in confusion before sputtering a laugh at her euphemism before sobering. “I do though. I want to make you feel good too Jess. That’s...all I ever want.”

“Oh Ollie,” she sighed, brushing back his wild hair. “You’re too sweet.” 

She kissed him again and he wrapped his arms tighter around her shoulders, keeping her close and pressing his tongue between her lips. She sighed into it, parting easily for him, letting him consume her until her head spun from the lack of air. 

As she pulled back enough for them both to breathe, his hand wandered down her spine, making her shiver. She ground her clothed core against him as he dove to reconnect their lips and held her, seeking any amount of friction she could, their tangle of tenderness and passion making her head spin. 

“I want you.” She surprised herself with how suddenly and fiercely the words slipped from her. 

“I’m yours,” he promised, voice cracking slightly. 

Her heart fluttered, but the slick between her thighs and the fire in her stomach kept her from appreciating the sentiment. 

“No. I mean…” she took one of his hands in hers, reaching down and guiding it to her wet folds for him to feel. “I want you. Inside me, on top of me, anything. Please.”

He inhaled sharply as their overlapped fingers found her clit, leading him in circles over it that made her keen softly into his skin where she pebbled kisses to the underside of his jaw. Cautiously he cradled her with his free arm and rolled them so that she lay beneath him, hair spread like a halo. Slowly, he slid her underwear down, tracing lines on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and the back of her knees, fingers reverent. 

“Wait,” she said, stopping him cold as he started to make his way back up her body. 

“What...what is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No. No, you’re...god you’re amazing. But...the last thing either of us needs right now is a baby,” she repressed a shudder at the thought. “Bottom drawer.” 

She pointed to the nightstand to her left, waiting patiently where she lay as he scrambled to retrieve a condom and fumbled with the little foil package. Trying to suppress a laugh, she took it from him, pulling him close as she slid it over his erection, making him moan again in the process. 

“There, now...where were we?” she teased, brushing him through her slick, teasing herself on him. “Right about, here?” She lined him up with her entrance as she spoke.

He nodded, biting his lip and closing his eyes as he slowly slid inside.

“Oliver,” she whined maybe a tiny bit exaggeratedly, as he filled her, satiating a hunger in her gut. 

He groaned as he continued to press, seeking a seat deep within her, until he couldn’t go any more. Then he froze for a moment, confidence lost. Wrapping one hand around the back of his neck and scratching lightly with her nails to catch his attention, she pulled his gaze up from where they joined and made him meet her eyes. Sure that he was paying attention, that he could see the need and desire she felt for him, she rolled her hips slowly, leading him into motion. 

His thrusts remained erratic and sharp and punctuated by grunts and pants, driving hard and imprecise. She took one of his hands again, the other braced against the pillows beside her head, and led him to her clit, reminding him of the motions that made her cry his name and gasp, made him moan as her walls fluttered around him in response. 

“Yes, Ollie,” she panted, her hand dropping to clutch the sheets as he proved a quick study of her body, musician’s instinct helping him to play her to crescendo. “Fuck. Yes. I’m so close…”

“Jess! Fuck!” The way her body reacted to him and the earlier teasing proved to be too much for him as he found his own climax with a cry. 

He continued to thrust awkwardly into her, face twisting in guilt that he didn’t bring her to completion, until he had spilled completely into the condom. He tried to keep on even as he softened and finally gave up. As he pulled out, hands still working, by chance he brushed against the sweet spot within her and something snapped. 

She tugged on his neck, pulling him into a crushing, needy kiss as the orgasm she didn’t expect to have tonight found her, waves of fire overtaking her and leaving her a puddle. He stopped, still half inside, feeling her body spasm around him, pulling away though she tried to chase his lips, a look of concern crossing his face. When he found no trace of pain in her face, only the blissed smile and glassy eyes she fixed on him, he reconnected, tongue tangling with hers before he collapsed to her side.

“Wow,” he panted, rolling onto his back, and she laughed, resting her cheek against his chest despite the sheen of sweat covering it.  

~

She wasn’t sure how much time passed, drifting in and out of sleep tucked close under Ollie’s arm, her head resting above his heart. She was dimly aware of his fingers tracing patterns on her shoulder where he held her, and of the stiff way that he laid there, staring up at the ceiling rather than sleeping. But she knew him well enough by now to know that asking him for his thoughts wouldn’t get much of anywhere. Instead, she waited, tracing her own shapes on his sternum. 

Finally, after she was starting to think that they’d spend the rest of their night in this holding position, Ollie spoke.

“I found it,” he said, sounding sadder than she expected from such a proclamation. 

“Oh,” she tried not to let her own disappointment creep into her tone. She knew their time was short, and that he was leaving once he found his record, but as a nebulous thing that didn't sting nearly as much as the reality, or the fact that he had kept it from her until now, did.

“I’ve got it tucked away until I can figure out how to leave with it.”

“Figure out? Aren’t you just going to put it in your luggage and go?”

“I need a reason. She’ll be suspicious if I just take off.”

“I could pretend to break up with you? I think anyone would buy that as a reason to cut your losses and bail.” 

“No, that won’t work.” He shook his head, the ends of his long hair tickling her cheek. 

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to come with me.”

She sat up in bed, curling one knee to her chest and leaning her chin on it as she turned to look at him, eyes wide. 

“Ollie...you know I can't.”

“Why not?” He sat up too, facing her. “Screw this place.”

“Flawed or not, this is my home. I...have responsibilities, and I built a life here. Which means no matter how much I want to, I can't just pack up and run away with Prince Charming.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but Jess, I love you.” The tone of voice seemed to say that should be enough, and that she shouldn’t need anything else to do just that. 

She sighed, scrubbing a hand over her face. “I...can we talk about this tomorrow? I don’t want to ruin tonight…and we’re both tired...”

He looked for a moment like he might argue before he deflated, pulling her into his arms and they both lay back down. “Yeah, sure. Tomorrow.”

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37 and 66 from I love you things with Ollie and Jess?

A/N: Hi Nonny! Thank you so much for this prompt. I’m so sorry it took me a while to write, but I hope it was worth the wait. I went back and forth while writing this between making it a reader-insert and using Jess as an actual OC and finally settled on the latter, because it just felt right. (Which is probably how I will continue to write this pair going forward also.) Word Count: 3493 Rating: G - mostly fluff - heights (and fear of influencing how it’s written), a little swearing, referenced/implied panic attack

Jess closed the shop at 6pm on the dot, giving herself an hour to get ready for...whatever Ollie had planned. There weren’t a lot of places to go out to dinner in the area, and she desperately hoped he wouldn’t start out by inviting her home to meet the infamous Charlie Sway. She chewed nervously on her nail, staring at her closet. She knew she needed something that would work for anything, but her mind continued to run in circles trying to decide exactly what that meant. 

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d given this much thought to what she looked like on someone else’s account. It felt strange to say the least. But, she mused, not a bad kind of strange. Eventually, she settled on a cute cream-colored sweater and jeans, hoping that the evening temperature dropped enough to make them reasonable.

There was a soft knock on the door and she frantically cast one last look over herself in the mirror, smoothing down her shirt and hair, stomach twisting nervously. 

She threw open the door perhaps a bit overenthusiastically, a warm expression on her face. 

“Hi,” she greeted him, the single syllable all she could get out as she met those soft blue eyes. 

Ollie grinned when he saw her, the excited, adoring expression making her heart flutter. It was hard for Jess not to scoff at the cliché, when she was behaving like the protagonists of the romances she sold by the dozen. But at least he was looking at her the same way, and seemed at least momentarily speechless. 

“Uh, do you want to come in?” she offered meekly after a moment, gesturing over her shoulder. “Or I can come out, and we can...I mean...um...”

The two of them stood there, staring at each other dumbly for a moment, on either side of the doorway. 

“So...where are we going?” she asked after a long pause ripe with awkward tension. She wanted to kick herself. Ollie had been so easy to talk to from the moment he walked into her store, but now, suddenly they were going on a proper date and everything felt different?

“I have a picnic bag in the back of my car, and I thought we could drive somewhere, and then maybe hike a bit?”

“A hike?” she asked nervously. “Like, up into the mountains?”

“Yeah. There’s a point up there that has great views of the entire town and the lake. Nik heard about it from one of the girls at the bar we were flirting with…I mean he was flirting with mostly. It wasn’t...I mean I didn’t...and this was before I met you…”

“Ollie,” she laughed lightly, tilting her head to one side to look at him. “I’m not the blushing, swooning virginal maiden, and I don’t expect you to be either.” 

He coughed, face turning crimson and she couldn’t help smiling fondly. Finally, things were feeling a little more normal, this was still the same Ollie she had come to adore. 

“You’re also only here for the summer, or however long it takes you to find your Dad’s record. So I hadn’t set my hopes on serious, or exclusive. I just think you’re cute, and fun to be around, so why not enjoy something and see what happens with it?”

“Oh.” His face twisted as he considered her words.

“However, I don’t think a hike is a good idea. It’s going to be dark soon.”

“There’s still almost two hours before sunset, and I brought flashlights so we can get back down the mountain.”

Of course, he had planned ahead. It would be stupid to plan a hiking date and not account for that, and he was far from stupid. And they were both dressed fine for the occasion. Her mind quested desperately for some other reason that they shouldn’t go and came up blank. So instead she held up a finger for him to wait, and went back to collect her camera. If she were going to do this, she might as well get some good photographs out of it, she rationed. Maybe even one she could sell prints of, if she was incredibly lucky. (She already felt insanely so, when such a wonderful boy wanted to go out with her, so why not see how far that streak ran?)

~

The first part of the hike went surprisingly smoothly, and it didn’t take long before Jess and Ollie were joking and laughing, scrabbling over rocks like young goats, playing eye-spy with the woods, any weirdness melting away in the evening sun. She barely noticed the way their path climbed, and felt completely relaxed.

Gradually, without her noticing, the trail narrowed and became steeper, until it rounded a tight bend up ahead, nothing but air off to her left and solid rock to the right. She swallowed nervously, trying to keep her eyes from the empty space. All of her joviality dropped away like the ground. 

“Jess?” Ollie asked, noticing her discomfort as she edged very slowly along. “Are you alright?”

“Yes. Yeah. Fine. I just...don’t like heights.” She answered, breath and words coming in short bursts. 

“Oh. Shit. Um, we can turn back if you want? I didn't realize you--”

“No. No, it's fine. We're here now. I'll make it through. You just might have to hold my hand for the way back down.”

She’d meant it as a joke, a light flirtation to distract her from the many, many feet she could fall with one misstep. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be doing any good, as her mind found a way to focus on both the space and how cheesy the sentence was.

“Do...you want me to now?” he countered, holding one slim hand out. 

She flashed him a small smile, taking it with her own and trying not to think too much about how nice, how right it felt. “You’ve been taking lessons with Nikolai haven’t you?”

“What?”

“That was smooth, Oliver,” she teased, enjoying the way he turned red all the way to the tips of his ears. 

~

Eventually, the young couple made it to the overlook, with much gentle guidance from Ollie to keep Jess’s nerves from overwhelming her, and she gasped. The lake stretched out below them, still and silver in the evening light, shining like a mirror. Tiny specks of color, moving too fast or too far for the eye to really track marked the boaters and jetskis, and kites flown from the small public beach. Most of the buildings disappeared into the verdant green surroundings, and the ones she could still spot looked like houses and shops and mansions for Polly Pockets, not people. The sun was just starting to dip behind the mountains on the far side of the lake, hazy outlines of shadow against the sherbert sky. 

“Oh, Ollie,” she breathed, stunned. “It’s beautiful.”

He mumbled something she didn’t catch and started unpacking the picnic he’d brought in his backpack. Not wanting to disturb him, and clearly left to her own devices for the moment, she took out her camera, adjusting the lens carefully, capturing as much of the view as she could. Then, on an impulse she turned around and snapped one of Ollie, silhouetted against the forest and the peeks of sunset between the trees, before he could notice. The sound of the shutter, or the finishing touches being put on dinner, made him look up.

“What are you doing, Jess?” he asked, confusion written across his features. 

“Taking pictures of beautiful things,” she answered with a shrug, bringing the camera to her eye again.

“No,” he held up his hand to block it, laughing. 

“I’m serious. This place, up here away from it all, suits you.”

“You’re full of shit, Jess.” He shook his head, his hair falling across his face.

She took another photo while his guard was down. 

“Come sit down. Marlena put together a good meal.” 

Relenting after another photo out into the distance, almost wishing she dared to get closer to the edge of the overlook, she carefully disassembled her camera, storing each piece with reverence back in its bag, before sitting across from him. He had set up quite the array on the blanket: simple but delicious looking toasted sandwiches, glasses and lemonade, berries and chunks of watermelon, and what looked like very freshly baked chocolate-chip cookies.

“Ollie, it looks amazing,” she said with a smile, popping a sweet, juicy blackberry into her mouth with a small, exaggerated moan. “And tastes even better.”

He blushed, shrugging and laughing sheepishly. “All I did was carry it up here.”

She rolled her eyes as he deflected yet another compliment. He seemed to always be doing that, much to her frustration, and she made a mental note to find a way to make him see how much she meant them, how true each one was. 

Silence fell over the two of them as they started picking at the buffet between them, but it was an easy one, a pause rather than an interruption, and eventually conversation resumed. She asked him about his search for his father’s record and listened as he spoke of the things he had found, which weren’t what he was looking for but seemed to bring (mostly) happy memories of his childhood. He asked for stories of her family, and of what the town was like when summer-people left. 

“Sway Lake is a different place,” she concluded eventually, casting her eyes about her on the clifftop, “just like it is from up here. Or frozen in a moment in your record.” 

By now the remains of the food had been set aside, and the pair had scooted closer on the picnic blanket, sitting side by side and facing out, instead of across from one another. Hesitantly, Jess shifted her hand closer so that their pinkies brushed, daring him to take action and hold her hand again. He didn’t seem to notice as he turned to face her, eyebrows knitted in confusion. 

“I…” he cleared his throat and started over. “You have a really unique view of the world.” 

Something in the way he said it made it feel like the kindest compliment someone could give, and it was finally her turn to blush, ducking her head to hide as her cheeks heated furiously. 

“I mean I guess,” she fiddled with the edge of the picnic blanket beside her, plucking at a loose thread so she didn’t have to meet his eyes just yet. “I’ve never really thought about it like that...”

“The view up here must be great for photos,” he said, making her laugh at his abrupt change of subject, obviously picking up on her embarrassment and knowing it well. 

“Yeah, it is. I’m hoping they come out well. Thank you for showing it to me.”

“The way people were talking, it’s pretty well known...how come you haven’t been up here before?”

“Heights, remember?” she flashed him a half-smile as she tilted her head to one side. “I’ve never had someone invite me before who seemed worth the risk.”

“How do you know if something’s worth it without ever seeing it?”

“You know your record is without hearing it don’t you? Besides, I said someone, not something.”

He froze, blinking owlishly at her. 

“Ollie?” she asked after a long pause, wondering what was going on with him suddenly.

“Can I kiss you?” he blurted, and now it was her turn to freeze, the question momentarily incomprehensible. 

“Yes,” she breathed, barely getting the word out before his lips were pressed against hers. 

The contact was abrupt, almost a headbutt but more romantic. There was a moment of awkward fumbling, of bumping noses and clashing teeth, until their mouths finally slotted together properly. Even after finding the right way to connect, there was a split second of hesitation, and then his hands came up to frame her jaw, pulling her closer, the tips of his fingers teasing at her hairline and the small hairs that had escaped the scrunchie holding most of it back. Keeping one of her own hands on the blanket to hold herself steady, Jess wrapped the other around the back of his neck like an anchor and leaned into the pressure of his soft lips on hers. 

All too soon he pulled away, panting breathlessly, and staring at her with an awe that made her own breath catch in her throat. She was half tempted to pull him back into another kiss, if only to make him stop looking at her like that. 

A distant roll of thunder shattered the moment, and her eyes flickered toward the clouds gathering on the blue-purple horizon. 

“We should probably head back, before that gets here,” she said reluctantly, wishing she had more time.

Ollie nodded in agreement, and the two of them made quick work of packing back up the remains of the picnic. He handed her a heavy black flashlight (that, she noted gratefully, and then laughed internally at her own thought, would double as a decent weapon against a rogue mountain lion at least long enough to run) and set off down the mountain. She tried to follow him without looking down, but the uneven terrain in the growing darkness made that too difficult to maintain. Soon the very idea filled her with just as much fear as looking. The edge of the path seemed to drop sharply, drawing ever closer to her feet in the narrow beam of yellow light, until it felt like she was walking along the very line of the drop. 

She stopped short with a yelp, head spinning from the sensation and whole body trembling. The sound made Ollie turn around sharply, placing himself as a barrier between her and the fall as she pressed her back firmly against the rock. 

He took her by the shoulders, trying to get her to make eye contact instead of staring blankly at the sight, or lack of sight beyond him. 

“Jess? Can you hear me?” he asked. “It’s alright, Jess. I’m right here, I won’t let you fall.”

Her blood roared in her ears and she saw his lips move but it was too loud for her to hear him.

When talking didn’t seem to work, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into a tight hug. Her fingers curled into his sweatshirt, clinging to him like a lifeline. Face pressed into the side of his neck she let out a sob, as the world spun around her much too fast.

~

The rest of the journey down to Ollie’s station wagon and much of the drive were a blur. Jess wasn’t completely unconvinced that he had somehow found a way to carry her down, although that was giving his physical strength more credit than he looked like it deserved. The storm picked up as they drove, clouds turning the sky to black, lit only by the occasional crash of lightning, and rain slamming against the roof and windows.

All too soon, the car stopped, parking in the narrow street in front of her building. They exited the car and promptly Ollie took her by the hand, lacing their fingers together. Not wanting to stand in the rain, she used the point of contact to drag him along, running as if she could dodge the water falling from the sky until they made it to her door. They stood there under the eaves, hair and clothing dripping, facing each other reluctantly, not wanting to say goodnight just yet.

“Tonight was…” he said, pausing. 

“Amazing?” she finished, smiling and feeling the light heat of a blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah. That.” He smiled back, and looked for a moment (during which her heart beat like a bird trying to escape her chest) like he was going to kiss her again. “I should let you go inside…”

“Stay over,” she blurted out before she could consider the words. 

“W-what?” he stared at her like she’d just grown an extra head or twelve. “Jess I can’t do that…”

“It’s late. And the weather’s bad. And I saw you yawning while we were driving back. I’d worry about you if you tried to go home now.”

“It’s just around the other side of the lake…”

“Yeah, but that’s like half an hour unless you drive recklessly. All it takes is drifting off for a second...please stay?”

“But...what will people think?”

“People,” she raised an eyebrow, “or your grandmother?”

“I don’t just mean her. I don’t want you to be treated like--”

“A slut?” 

He shuffled and looked away. 

“People aren’t that bad, you know. There are a handful of dicks, but most of town doesn’t give a shit.” 

“I didn’t mean…” he frowned. “I’m a Sway. I know people don’t like my family. If you’re seen with me like that...I know what being an outcast feels like, and I don’t want you to have to feel that way.”

“Well I guess you'll just have to make sure no one sees, then.” She smirked, before she sighed. “Look, Ollie. We're grown adults. What we do at night, or any other time, or with whom is no one's business but our own.”

“I know but--”

“No. No buts. I wouldn't have invited you to sleep over if I didn't mean it, or I wasn't prepared for gossip and fallout. It’s up to you. I just would feel a lot better if you did.”

“You really want me to stay?”

She rolled her eyes and fixed him with a look rather than actually answering. The wet breeze sent a shiver over her as she turned to unlock the door, not waiting anymore for him to make a decision. 

“And it’s not...too fast?”

She shrugged, taking him by the arm to pull him into the house and into a kiss. Her other hand threaded into his hair and his hovered over her hips as if he wasn’t quite sure he was allowed to touch her .

“Too fast is a myth,” she murmured, breath ghosting across his face. “Besides, I was inviting you into my house, not my bed.” 

She’d lost count by now of the number of times she’d managed to make Ollie blush tonight, but each time you did was just as adorable as the first. 

“Although, I was going to offer to take the couch,” she said over your shoulder as she led the way toward the furniture in question, “so I guess it was...also...into my bed…this is...I’m making it weird.”

“What? No!” he fumbled to reassure her. “I mean, no. You’re not, not no I won’t sleep in...I don’t want to, without you. Not that we have to sleep together. It’s just. It’s your bed.”

“God we’re a pair,” she said, laughing now as she dropped down and motioned for him to sit beside her. “Tripping over ourselves like romantic baby deer.”

“I just don’t want to mess this up,” he admitted sheepishly, sitting awkwardly perched on the edge of the cushion as if he was going to run at any moment. 

“Is there...something to mess up?” she asked, reaching over to take his hand and lacing her fingers through his. 

“I think so,” the words may have been a statement but his face was a question as he turned toward her a little more. “I don't want this to be some summer fling, Jess. I want it to be real.”

“Hey, summer flings can also be real. There was this one guy who…” she paused at Ollie's expression and shook her head, “never mind. The point is they're not mutually exclusive. But I appreciate the sentiment. And I’d really like that too.”

“What does that mean though?” he asked. 

She paused. “That’s what we have to decide. But...not tonight. It’s late. We should go to bed and talk about it when we’re rested.” She fought back a yawn that emphasized her point as she stood. 

He nodded, watching her turn and cross the room, eyes lingering low. It took him a moment to realize when she had stopped moving again. 

“Well aren't you coming?” 

“What?” he squeaked out. 

“It occurs to me, the bed is big enough for two and way more comfortable than the couch.”

“I…”

“I just mean to sleep, for real. And, I guess, maybe cuddling?” She bit her lip nervously. “Unless you're not good with that…”

He stared for another long, awkward moment. “Even with my nightmares?”

She shrugged. “Yeah. I’ll deal. Or maybe having someone else beside you will help.” 

Ollie scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over himself in his rush to join her by the doorway. She laughed, lacing her fingers with his and leading him further through the apartment, silently marveling at how well things had gone, for a first date.

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Exchanges: Town Hall (The Song of Sway Lake Story)

Jess confronts Charlotte after the town hall debate, hoping and failing to find common ground. 

Word Count: 1045

Rating: PG-13 - several instances of mild language, insults, slight spoilers for Song of Sway Lake if you squint

“Why are you doing this?” Jess asked, following Charlotte out of the town hall meeting that was one step short of a riot.

The Sway matriarch scoffed. “I don’t have to stand here and be berated any longer. I’m leaving.”

“Wait, please. I’m not trying to berate you. I’m asking an honest question, because maybe if I understand you better it’ll feel a little less like you’re just maliciously trying to destroy my life and the lives of people like me.”

“Excuse me?”

“I grew up on the lake too. But my family wasn’t lucky enough, or wealthy enough, to be a founder. So we built a place brick by brick, until we had a home here. But locals think we’re a novelty, and we need the curious and the bored, and that means tourists, to survive.”

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, unmoved by Jess’s impassioned speech.

“So I get wanting to preserve it, trust me I do. I love this place, and I’ve never seen somewhere so beautiful. But we need to move forward. And you’re standing in the way of that, and I’m asking why.”

“If you truly understood, you wouldn’t need to ask that.”

“There has to be a way for everyone to win, a...compromise. Something.”

“My father was a businessman, just as much as your grandfather or every other greedy self-interested immigrant and vagrant that came in, tried to claim a piece of what wasn’t theirs, and built something off the backs of those who were here first. And even when he lost everything in the crash, he pulled himself up by the bootstraps, started over, and made something of himself.”

Jess frowned at what definitely sounded like the start of an out of touch, vaguely bigoted ‘back in my day’ lecture. She gritted her teeth, holding back the snide response on the tip of her tongue.

“Jessica, don’t,” Nikolai said warningly from the other side of the car, looking for a second like he might circle around to put himself between the two women. She wondered if it was out of concern for her, his best friend's girlfriend, or some lingering protective instinct over Charlotte.

“And don’t think I don’t know exactly who you are, Ms. O’Neill. I am not to blame for your struggles. If you can’t figure out how to make a living selling the drivel you stock, maybe you should consider a new line of work. Give up. Abandon it to your sister and run away to the city if you're not cut out for it. Instead of blaming everyone else for your problems.”

“Bitch,” the word slipped bitterly from Jess’s mouth before she could think. Set on a course now, she laughed in disbelief. “Ollie told me you’re selling the Point. Which means you don’t actually care. You’re just so alone and miserable and horrible that you have to drag the rest of us down to feel like you still matter in the world.”

Charlotte shook her head, a condescending smile on her face as she turned back to the car.

“Hey! I’m not done talking,” Jess snapped. “I don’t want to hate you. I tried to see things from your perspective. But if you don’t want to meet in the middle, fine. Just remember, you're a relic of a bygone era. Just like that stupid house.”

She shook her head, almost pitying now. “I hope you can’t sell. I hope you’re stuck there for the rest of your life, and you get to watch as everything you claim to love gives way to progress. Marinas, and jet skies and pre-fab box vacation homes. Maybe a summer camp or a motel with basketball courts and chlorinated pools bumping right up against your precious, perfectly manicured lawn. It’ll be a fitting penance for trying to destroy things for the people that actually give a shit enough to stay.”

“And here I thought you said you loved the lake like I do.”

“You still don't get it. The things to love aren't the pristine water or the particular fish, or the types of boats out and about. And certainly not the huge fancy homes and private properties.” She made a sweeping gesture. “Take a look around, Mrs. Sway.  There is so much life here that your lake never had. Do you even know what joy sounds like anymore?”

Charlotte and Nikolai both frowned, staring at Jess.

“You sit up there, alone, and you judge everyone else as unworthy no matter what they do. You want everything to be so clean and untouched. But that also makes it unloved. Things aren't beautiful or special because they've not faced challenges. The ones that weather the storms or the jet skis, or the people trying to tear them down, and come out the other side not only surviving but having thrived are so much more. Sway Lake is strong, stronger than you give it credit for. It doesn't need to be sheltered or shaped or preserved. Just let it breathe and grow and find it's own way.” 

“You're very clever, pretending this is about the lake,” Charlie drawled, her lips pressed together somewhere between a smirk and the grimace that comes with an unexpected lemon.

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you think I can't tell you mean my grandson? I’ve heard that little rumor, I know where he spends his time in town.” Charlotte took a step closer, an angry glint in her eyes to go along with the smug smile on her face. “Are you really upset about my conservation efforts, or because you know if I get my way, the lake will never be yours for you and your little townie friends to treat like a playground? You will never be a Sway dear. Ollie will get bored, and remember where he belongs, and you’ll be left with nothing. Again.”

“I…” Jess gaped at her. Even as she fought back hot, angry tears, she was almost impressed by how well the other woman had cut straight through her to her insecurities, and picked up on what Jess didn’t even know she was saying. 

Charlotte Sway turned away, climbing into the station wagon that Nikolai was driving and left without another word, and Jess just stared, watching her go.

[angst-fairygodmother]

Fuck it, Jess and Ollie playlist (as usual, always growing). It's not necessarily all music they'd listen to, but it all fits their relationship in some way.

[angst-fairygodmother]

4 & 10 (sfw) + 13 & 14 (nsfw) for Derek/Ryne & Ollie/Jess?

Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?

Derek and Ryne: Derek is Mr. Fix-it. Or "Mr. Try to fix it and now it's worse and we have to call a professional like I told you we should have in the first place." depending on whether it's leak as in a hole in the roof (the first) or plumbing (the second).

Jess and Ollie: Nikolai? No, they usually just call a professional to start with. It's just smarter/easier.

Any pets? Or plants?

Derek and Ryne: Derek has an herb garden window-box in the kitchen. And she does a decent job keeping an aloe plant and a few small succulents alive for a while. As for pets, they have her cat Menace. And then maybe another cat at some point.

Jess and Ollie: Jess has a dog when they meet and she sticks around for a while longer after that. And then they probably get another one a year or two after Lenore passes. No plants though.

Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

Derek and Ryne: answered here.

Jess and Ollie: She's pretty quiet (mostly gasps and sighs rather than sounds). When she senses he's getting insecure about whether or not he's pleasing her, she'll add in words, but still at a whisper. He's louder than she is, but still not super loud. He does try to tease her into being louder, but he's not very experienced so he's not very good at it. 😅

Lights on or off? Do they look at each other? Or is someone embarrassed?

Derek and Ryne: Lights on and mostly looking at each other. He loves to be able to see her. Sometimes she gets embarrassed and uncomfortable with how he pauses to stare/admire her. She's just not used to that kind of attention.

Jess and Ollie: I feel like they start out lights out probably, because he's nervous and thinks that if she can't see them, she won't notice his "mistakes." But eventually she convinces him that a) she can kind of see him anyway because of the moonlight through the windows and b) she doesn't care about that because she loves him. Then it stops mattering so much.

Ship Questions

[angst-fairygodmother]

Exchanges: Morning After (The Song of Sway Lake Short)

When Ollie returns to The Point after his date/sleepover with Jess, he and Nikolai have a heated argument. A/N: Set immediately after “First Date.” I spent too long trying to come up with some of what’s said before I realized, ‘I don’t have to be good and quippy at this, Ollie probably isn’t.’ Word Count: 732 Rating: T - swearing, insults/derogatory language

“Oliver,” Nikolai greeted him as he slipped back into the house along with the first full rays of sunlight. “I see you did not come home last night.”

Ollie cringed, feeling much the way he imagined teenagers did when caught by their parents, up to no good. At least it wasn't his grandmother, he thought with a sigh of relief.

“I uh, yeah. I spent the night at Jess's. So what?” He snapped, feeling peevish. 

“Obviously. She is your siren, like I have mine. So was she a good fuck?”

“What?” Ollie's voice cracked and he felt his neck growing hot.

“I am asking if she was worth your time. If she was easy enough to put out after one dinner--”

“You’d know all about that. Do you even wait for dinner?” Ollie scoffed, interrupting. “It's a little late to try and win the Cold War with an army of your bastard children, don’t you think?”

“What does that even mean?” Nikolai frowned, eyebrows knitting in confusion. 

“It means even if Jess were a whore, which she’s not, you calling her that is a joke. Do you even know the name of the last girl you screwed?”

The Russian actually took a step back, shocked that his friend reacted so fiercely. 

“Of course you don’t,” Ollie continued. “You probably hate those stupid jet skis because you want to be the only quick, rented ride around.”

The words had barely left his lips when Ollie started to regret them, face flushing. He licked his lips nervously, trying to force an apology off his tongue but Nikolai spoke before he could.

“You would fight me over this chick Oleg?”

“I…” Ollie hesitated. 

His first instinct was to say yes. It was already obviously the answer. The thought made his gut twist. He was already hurling words, but he was alarmed to realize he was willing, and in fact tempted, to take a swing at his best and possibly only real friend because of a girl. 

Nikolai picked up on his hesitation and scowled. 

“She is nothing, you see. You can find a hundred Jessicas. Anywhere you spit, when we go back to the city.”

“You're wrong!” Ollie shouted, getting up in the taller man's face, his own growing red. “Jess is...She's…I love her.”

Nikolai laughed, incredulous.

“I'm serious, Nik,” Ollie said, sounding somewhat surprised himself, as he took a step back from their confrontation and sat heavily in one of the dining chairs. 

“So she was a really good fuck then?” 

“Ugh,” Ollie groaned. “You don't get it! We didn't even have sex. We just talked, and laid together and actually slept. But...it felt...special.”

“I don't understand. You think you love this chick but you didn't…” he frowned. “Why not?”

“It wasn't the right moment. If I'm going to be with her, it should be perfect. Like her.”

“How can you know you love her if you don't lose yourself to passion and burn with desire at the very sight of her? If you don't want to seize her in your arms and have her at every moment?”

“I feel like I can talk to her about anything. Like she really cares to hear what I have to say. And she sees me, not The Last of the Sway Family or whatever. And I want to know everything about her. I just left her place and I already miss her so badly it hurts. That has to be love.”  

Nikolai fell silent, studying the wistful look on his face as Ollie talked about the girl. There was an odd twist in his gut. Something in his words felt familiar, like the emotion spoke to Nikolai's own. But there was also jealousy there: toward Ollie who was so desperate to cast aside his family name, who had truly everything now and didn't seem to notice, and toward Jess who was a no one, a shopkeep, nothing special, like him, and was threatening to take away what little he had, the brother-bond he had fought so hard to forge. 

After a prolonged moment, he shook his head. “You are too romantic for your own good Oleg. She is not so special.” He shrugged, as if to say he was bored of the conversation. “We are wasting the day. The sooner we find your Pops’ record so you can leave her behind, the better.”

[angst-fairygodmother]

Six Sentence Tag Game

I was tagged by @seanfalco and also @miss-kittys-magical-library and also @imagine-you. And I'm very tempted to rules lawyer that into sharing more than 6 sentences. But I won't...

I'm trying to keep Idiot (Affectionate) chapter 9 under wraps. Here's a little Jess x Ollie action:

“I don’t want to talk about Nikolai while we’re in bed, alright?” she asked, eyes crinkling with laughter. “And I don’t care about...look it’s not something you can become an expert at. Well, I guess you could, but you don’t need to be. Just...trust your instincts. And trust me.”

“What?” he asked, face contorted and words still muffled until she drew her hand away.

She leaned down, lightly kissing the corner of his mouth. “Sex is about communicating, listening.”

She dipped further, kissing the underside of his jaw. “I’ll show you.”

I'm pretty sure I'm behind the ball and pretty much everyone has been tagged already, so I'll just do that blanket "If you see this, consider it a tag, you're it."