#Relaxed fit t-shirt for women

[silisoul]

Discover why relaxed fit clothing is a wardrobe essential, offering comfort, versatility, and effortless style for any occasion, making it a must-have for modern fashion.

[dodi-45]

Unisex Garment-Dyed T-shirt

Comfort Colors introduces the “Comfort Colors 1717” garment-dyed t-shirt; a fully customizable tee made 100% with ring-spun cotton. The soft-washed, garment-dyed fabric brings extra coziness to your wardrobe while the relaxed fit makes it an excellent daily choice. The double-needle stitching throughout the tee makes it highly durable while the lack of side-seams helps the shirt retain its tubular shape. Discover all 58 colors in our Comfort Colors 1717 color charts below.

.: The Comfort Colors 1717 tee is made with medium fabric (6.1 oz/yd² (206.8 g/m²)) consisting of high quality, 100% ring-spun US cotton for long-lasting comfort. .: The relaxed fit keeps the wearer comfy in both casual and semi-formal settings while the crew neckline delivers that classic, neat style which makes it perfect for accessorizing. .: The pre-shrunk fabric ensures a consistently great fit. Check all available sizes in our Comfort Colors 1717 size chart. .: All Comfort Colors 1717 shirts feature pre-shrunk cotton for size retention and a signature sewn-in twill label. .: Made using 100% US cotton that is ethically grown and harvested. Gildan is also a proud member of the US Cotton Trust Protocol ensuring ethical and sustainable means of production. .: Available in 58 colors. Check all available colors in our Comfort Colors 1717 color charts

[mekyrdesign]

Step back in time with our Women's Retro 90s T-Shirt, designed for those who appreciate the vibrant styles of the past. This tee features a classic fit and eye-catching graphics that capture the essence of 90s fashion. Made from soft, breathable fabric, the Women's Retro 90s T-Shirt ensures comfort whether you're out with friends or lounging at home. Pair it with your favorite jeans or a skirt for a laid-back, nostalgic look that's always in style. Rediscover retro vibes today!

[hushandwear]

Men's Regular Solid T-Shirt

Material & Care:

Composition: 100% Cotton

GSM: 180

Country of production: India

Wash care: Machine wash cold with similar colours | Only non-chlorine | Warm Iron.

Estimated order processing time: 48hours - 72 Hours.

Estimated Delivery time: 7-10 Days

Size and Fitting:

Sleeve length: Half sleeve

Neckline: Round neck

Fit: Regular

[gurugirl]

STOPPPPP IT THE SHORTS ARE SO SHORT! WTF THE TIGER IS SHOWING! OMG Y/N WOULD GO CRAZYYYYYYY OVER IT. okok so maybe y/n gets jealous that Harry was wearing such short shorts in public that she ends up getting moody and Harry makes it up to her by letting her ride his thigh and fucks her saying stuff like “y’know this cock belongs to you darling” and stuff 😩😩

HAPPY FRIDAY YOU GUYS!!!

PLEASE I've been looking at these pics all day. What is this man thinking????????? I cannot handle him. He's such a tease. And I wrote this way too fast. Sorry if it sucks but this picture deserves a smut piece written about it. He's too fucking hot.

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warning: mostly plotless smut, not proofread whatsoever

Y/n was used to Harry being ogled. Always the hottest guy in the room with the most charisma and charm. Everyone flocked to him and everyone's eyes always followed him. He was magnetic. And he knew it too.

As much as she realized she had nothing to worry about she still got jealous of the attention he constantly got. He didn't even need to try. He could be wearing a backwards baseball cap and loose jeans with a t-shirt and people would still be after her man.

And today, their little break away from the business of life led them to a relaxing little outing in the Italian sun. Before they'd even left the villa she eyed his short green trunks and how his fit torso was in full view, the long sleeved shirt draped over his shoulders, totally unbuttoned.

Biting her tongue, she figured she was being silly wishing he'd cover up a bit. She certainly wouldn't take well to him telling her to cover up, not that he'd ever.

But once they were on the beach and about to board their private yacht she did notice women and men alike watching him. His bronzed chiseled abs and pecs peeking out from the shirt, and of course he'd tucked his shorts up a bit to protect the mesh lining from chafing this inner thighs (he always did that because he said his package was too large to sit comfortably in the lining and it gave him a little extra support). His strong thighs on full view holding his tall frame upright as he carried both of their bags.

"Come on," he held his hand out to her as he helped her up into the boat safely.

He could tell she was a little pouty. He knew her too well. Knew he was being eye fucked by half the beach as they walked to the yacht they'd rented for the afternoon.

"What's wrong, love?" He grinned as he pulled at the strap of her bathing suit teasingly.

"Nothing. Just looking forward to getting out onto the ocean."

Harry crowded her space, stepping in front of her so she couldn't look at anything but him, "Yeah? Is that it? You seem to have been awfully quiet all morning. Nothing else you want to talk about?"

She looked up at him and the smirk he wore told her that he knew just what she was pouting about. But she just shook her head and crossed her arms, "Nope."

The low chuckle that fell from his chest as he pushed her arms down and grasped her wrists made her cheeks warm up, "Liar. You're jealous."

Harry kind of liked that she got jealous. Because in all truth, he'd get jealous when anyone would look at her just the same.

"Am not."

Harry walked her backward as the driver of the yacht began to move the boat out to sea, "Let's go down into the suite for a bit. Need to show you something," he gestured toward the door that lead to the stairs to get to the lower level.

She huffed as she carefully stepped down into the furnished room. It was small but there was a counter with a TV above it, a mini bar with fridge, a bathroom, a sitting area and a bed in the center.

Harry closed and locked the door before grasping Y/n's arms and pushing her toward the bed, pressing his chest into her back and speaking into her ear in a dark baritone, "Let's figure out what's got you so moody. Maybe I can help."

She tried to keep her composure but his voice and his skin and his hands always melted her poise.

When he felt her relax into his hold he smiled and kissed the back of her neck, bringing her into the bed with him, "There we go."

Y/n climbed into the middle of the bed and sat on her bottom as Harry spread out next to her, "Hop on. Let's talk."

She looked down at his lap and back into his eyes. She knew his plan. It always worked.

Biting the inside of her cheek she quietly moved to straddle his lap but he stopped her from fully spanning his thighs with hers, "Just sit on the tiger for a minute."

She looked up at him like he was crazy but settled herself right over his thigh, the crotch of her swimsuit right on top of the inked tiger on his strong thigh.

"Good girl. See that," he looked down to how she was sitting on him, "No one else gets to do that. Just cause they can see it doesn't mean they can fuck themselves on me like this. Know you like that, don't you?"

She nodded bit her bottom lip.

"That's right." Harry put his hands at her hips and pulled her up and then pushed her back a bit, "Let's see you do it. Show me who this belongs to."

Once Harry got her momentum going she rocked over his taut, muscular thigh gently. Harry kissed her softly and moaned, "See? What they don't know is that this tiger gets his face fucked by the prettiest little pussy. Gets to have your scent all over it. Cause you own it. Don't you, love?"

"Yes." She squeaked pathetically.

She was already so turned on and it wasn't because of the way she was rubbing her cloth-covered clit over his thigh. It was the way he was speaking to her. She could feel herself getting wet slowly and the faster she rocked she noticed Harry's large bulge under his short green trunks.

"Getting him coated, love. Good job, honey. You need a little more? Want to come?"

"Y- yes. I do, Harry..." She lowered her hand from his shoulder to cup his thickened cock, "want this."

"Mmm... want my cock? Want to fuck yourself on my cock? Fuck what's yours?"

She nodded and the look in his eyes turned quickly from soft green to dark and lusty, "Take your bottoms off right now."

She quickly got up to her knees and pulled her swim bottoms down her legs as Harry pulled his green trunks off, his cock bobbing heavily as he leaned his back into the headboard.

She climbed after him, desperate to have him inside of her and she whined as she grasped him and placed his hot, thick crown at her entrance. She paused as she looked him in the eyes but Harry needed her just as much. He put his hands at her waist and pushed her down onto him, groaning lowly at the relief.

"Fuck. This cock is all yours, Y/n. Every bit of me is all yours, darling."

She keened as she felt him inside her guts so deep it ached.

Slowly she began rolling her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy down over him, keeping her clit satisfyingly smeared against his pelivs.

"It's mine," she whined as she put her hands on his shoulders and rocked quickly, the sound of her wet pussy sucking his cock in deep sounded between them.

"Yes it is. Fuck it like you mean it, Y/n. Want to see you own it. Need you to milk me dry."

Y/n gasped when Harry put his hands under her thighs and helped her ride him properly. It was always a task to fuck him this way but so worth the view and the orgasm.

She wanted to make him come so hard. Make him dizzy and mushy and drain his balls of everything he had. She wanted his come inside of her where it belonged. Because it was hers. No one could have Harry in this way. He was her man.

"Yes, baby. Riding me so good. Fuck yourself on me deep, honey. Make yourself come on me baby. Take what's yours, Y/n."

Her chest was getting hot and her thighs were burning as their wet skin slopped together each time she dropped down onto his cock, tucking him deep inside of her so his balls were up against her ass.

Looking down between their bodies it was a sticky, creamy mess. The trimmed hair at the base of Harry's shaft was white with cream and his girthy cock was stretching her out so beautifully.

"Harry! Oh my god. I'm gonna come!"

"Yeah?" Harry widened his thighs and bent his knees the slightest bit so he could take her over the edge and fuck into her so deep she could feel his come in her womb. The moment he began to move his hips into her she yelped and gasped and her fingers dug into his shoulders sharply, "Who's cock is this, baby? Tell me who it belongs to, honey," his words were grunted.

"It's mine! You're mine, Harry!" Her world was spinning as she jolted up each time he punched into her from his position below. His fingers dug into her ass and he clenched his teeth as he began to throb.

"S'right. This cock is yours. I'm yours, Y/n. Fucking gonna make me come aren't you, baby?"

She nodded and then her mouth dropped open and she grew silent as her orgasm washed over her body. Her ears rang as she pulsed over his cock.

Harry choked out a loud moan and filled her to the brim with himself as he stilled his hips and his thigh trembled at the exertion.

Gasps and soft inhaled breaths were stifled when Y/n pushed her lips to his and pressed her chest into his tightly, her arms wrapping around him.

Harry grunted a laugh and pinched her bottom and she jumped.

"Told you I could help. All better now?" Harry cooed at his sweet girl.

Pulling back to look at him she smiled, "All better now."

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[birdiewriteslit]

“so american”

nico hischier x f!reader

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inspired by “so american” by olivia rodrigo

warnings: fluff, kissing

can you tell i love nico in a hat

You were sitting in the passenger side of Nico’s car with your feet up on the dash. The window was down, and your arm was hanging out of it, the cool wind blowing your hair around your face.

It was spring, and the weather was just starting to feel like it. It had been cold for the past few weeks, and both you and Nico were happy to finally be able to enjoy semi-warm temperatures.

You loved driving around Jersey with Nico. You loved sneaking glances at him while he was too focused on the road to notice. You loved how warm his hand felt on your thigh. You loved how his t-shirt fit you and how it smelled like him. You also loved that he let you have aux privileges.

Nico frowned at you as one of your country songs came on the playlist. If his brown puppy dog eyes weren’t covered by his dark sunglasses, they would probably be enough to convince you to change the song.

You giggled at his displeasure, consoling him by lacing your fingers through his that rested on your thigh. He seemed to accept this, a small smile on his face as he shook his head.

He gave you one last once over before focusing on the road again. His smile grew wider. “You look so American.”

You let out a surprised noise. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Nico shrugged. “You’re listening to country music, for one. I only ever see people’s feet on the dashboard in movies, very American.”

“You don’t do this in Switzerland? You don’t relax with your hand out the window like this?” you teased, making wave motions with your arm in the wind.

He laughed, squeezing your hand as he did so. “We relax. It’s just different here. I like your Americanness. I guess the exception is that you’re wearing a Swiss’s shirt, which you look very pretty in, by the way,” he said slyly, raising your hand to his lips to kiss it.

You felt your face heat up as you watched the smile that spread across his face as he pulled away. “God, Nico, don’t make me blush.”

But that’s really all he did, it was what he was best at. You knew he loved how flustered he could make you if he wanted to. He loved how after five months of dating, he could still easily make you nervous.

The next day, at brunch with your friends, you expressed your utter happiness, but at a table full of mostly single women, it wasn’t received the way you intended.

“I’m serious when I say that I have never seen a more attractive man in my life. Like, seriously, compare him to any celebrity crush you’ve ever had, and multiply that attractiveness by a thousand,” you babbled mindlessly to your friends, who were giving each other looks. “And, ugh, don’t get me started on his accent. It’s so hot, especially when he talks me through it.”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” your friend said, holding up her hand, a disgusted look on her face. “Frankly, it’s rude to talk about this during brunch. I mean, right in front of my french toast?” She gestured to her plate.

Another friend snorted. “I hate to say it, Y/n, but I agree. You literally only talk about him anymore. It’s like you’re gonna marry him.”

“I might,” you blurted.

Their eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you serious?”

You gave a small nod, suddenly uncomfortable by the amount of eyes one you. “I know it’s early but—“

“But you love him,” one of your married friends sighed. “It certainly sounds like you do,” she added after getting some looks from the other women at the table.

You didn’t respond, instead choosing to remain silent as the conversation steadily flowed away from you. You but the inside of your cheek, thinking about how you definitely loved Nico. You knew this before today, but with your history of failed relationships, you figured taking it slow with him was a good idea.

You weren’t lying about marrying him. If he kept this shit up, you were going to.

That night, you were lying in bed, eyes on the bathroom door, where Nico was on the other side. In your shorts and tank top, you were a little cold, and the top blanket wasn’t doing much for you.

When Nico slept over, you rarely made it under the covers. He naturally ran hot, and if you were covered by more than one blanket, you would literally overheat.

Finally, he came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a Devils t-shirt that was well worn and mostly likely from several seasons ago. He wasn’t wearing pants, his boxers out for you to ogle at, although you knew you shouldn’t.

Nico walked over to his side of the bed, stopping before he climbed under the blanket to pick up a book on your nightstand. You’d both read it and come to the conclusion that it was a waste of your good money.

“Why do you still have this?” he asked, showing you the cover. “I can’t believe your friend recommended it.”

“I like reading your notes. I think it’s cute how angry you get,” you admitted.

He set the book down and got into the bed, covering you with his body, instantly warming you up.

Wrapping his arms securely around you, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. He sighed into your skin, his warm breath fanning out and his stubble tickling you.

He placed small kisses up your neck, trailing along your jaw before capturing your lips with his. Between kisses, he said, “Missed you today.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. “Yeah?” you said, smiling against his lips. “I missed you.”

He pressed one last kiss to your lips before pulling away. He brought a hand up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, and stroking your face with his thumb. His lips parted, and his eyes were so big and brown that you genuinely felt like you could lose yourself in them.

“I wish you could come with us when we leave.” Nico was referring to an upcoming roadie. He would be gone for a week.

He was looking at you so sincerely, so vulnerably. “I’ll go anywhere you go,” you whispered.

You knew you couldn’t go with him. It wasn’t realistic. But with the way he was looking at you, you really couldn’t hold back from saying something so sappy.

He glanced down at your lips quickly before meeting your eyes again, his thumb continuing to stroke your cheek. “You would?” he asked softly.

You nodded. ���I love you, Nico.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it. His lips parted to speak, but nothing came out.

“Sorry if it’s too soon. I know I’m in love with you,” you spoke quickly. “I don’t wanna just assume that you feel the same about all of it.”

He took your face in his hands and kissed you. When he pulled away, he kept his hands on your cheeks and looked at you meaningfully. “I’ve been wanting to say that for months. Trust me, I feel the same. I love you.”

Your face warmed as he looked deeply into your eyes. You surged forward to kiss him again. You peppered his whole face with kisses, and he laughed as he gripped your waist and flipped the two of you over so that you were on top of him.

He grinned at you when you pulled away, his cheeks rosy and his hair slightly messed. “I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight,” he said.

Your expression matched his perfectly. “I don’t think so either.”

Even though you didn’t confess that earlier that day, you’d thought about marrying him, this was still just as good.

[weministertomonsters]

Imagine This #8 - Orc pt2 🌶

This is an extension of the orc imagine! -> Pt 1

The orc chief thinks you're a toy. How is he supposed to take you seriously when you can't hunt, split wood, or even stand up to his men? Despite this, he's gotten quite fond of you over the first day. He is used to fighting off enemy tribes and hunting beasts with sharp teeth and thick hides. In the midst of all this, you are like a little slice of heaven.

"Gorlach protects," he promises, thumping his fist against his chest.

You eat together by the fire. He watches you finish the first serving of stew and immediately refills the bowl.

"T-thank you," you stammer.

Despite the fire, you're still cold, and he notices. You were always told orcs were brutal and small-minded barbarians, but Gorlach's actions say otherwise. He gives you the cloak off his shoulders and pats your head.

"I bring warmth," he says, before he tromps into his tent.

As soon as he's gone, his men crowd around you, grunting and commenting, touching your hair and poking your cheeks, getting a little worked up if the loincloths jutting away from their bodies are any indication. One of them gets too close, and Gorlach storms out of his tent shouting something in Orcish, slamming him over the head with his club so hard that the sound echoes around the camp. You squeak and leap backward as the orc falls onto his knees. Gorlach gathers you into his arms.

"I always protect," he says, nuzzling into your hair. "I bring warmth. See?"

He tucks a flask into your hands.

"Drink. Warm." He instructs.

You sniff at the mouth of the flask, your eyes watering at the sharp scent. You take a hesitant sip and sputter as it fills your mouth, spicy and sweet, the strongest thing you have ever tasted. Gorlach covers your mouth with two of his fingers and strokes your hair, waiting until you finally manage to swallow. The orcs laugh and nudge each other.

The drink sits on your stomach like a small fire, warming you up and flushing your cheeks. You lean into Gorlach, a little dazed. He carries you into his tent, crooning softly. He lays you on his furs, his thick fingers fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. His brows furrow until he finally gets them open and he pulls your shirt off. He shuffles closer, careful not to crush you. His large hands smooth down your ribs and rub your belly. His curious fingers explore your chest.

He pulls off your pants with a rumbling sound of discovery. He looks down at you for a second and then removes his loincloth. As his cock springs free you're pushing yourself up on your elbows, your eyes going wide. Not even the drink is enough to calm your nerves. You shake your head fearfully and try to tell him that he's too big, he won't fit. Feebly, you try to push him away.

He's so strong that your hands do nothing against him. He grabs your thighs and drags you closer, tossing your legs over his thighs as he crouches on the furs.

"Gorlach sees," he says quietly. "Gentle with you."

You whimper in response as he spits into his palm and smooths it over his cock, groaning. As he strokes back up, precum drips onto your stomach like hot wax. The size of him against your stomach is terrifying. You close your eyes and do your best to relax. True to his word, he is gentle. But foreplay is not a word he knows. Orcish women are built to handle his size and he doesn't realise it isn't the same for you. He presses into your hole with a grunt and you cry a little, clinging helplessly to him.

No, no, you tell him. It won't fit.

His eyes gleam with determination and he brusquely kisses your tears away.

"Gentle," he insists. "Gorlach be careful with you."

Outside the tent, orcs shuffle and strain to hear your pitiful moans, their hands on their eager cocks, each one wishing it was them you were striving to take.

[juanarc-thethird]

Animal control with jaune and Blake

I don't know if what I wrote below was what you expected, but what's done is done. ------------

Animal Control

Jaune and Blake drive in their van to their first client.

Jaune: *Driving* So, what kind of job do we have today?

Blake: We have to appease a crocodile.

Jaune: Is it a "catch and release" type of job?

Blake: No, they just need us to relax her.

Jaune: Oh, I see, it's their pet.

Blake: *Quietly* I wouldn't say that.

Jaune: What's her name? The crocodile, I mean.

Blake: Tock

Jaune: Ok, first time I've heard a name like that.

Blake: Make a left here and the house will be on the right.

Jaune: Thanks

Jaune follows Blake's directions and they stop in front of the house.

Jaune: Here we are. I'll go take some tranquilizer darts.

Blake: It won't be necessary.

Jaune: Really? Is a crocodile.

Blake: Trust me, you won't need it.

Jaune: If you say so

They get out of the van, walk to the door and ring the doorbell.

Jaune: After these, do you want to stop and eat at the taqueria I told you about yesterday?

Blake: Sure, if we have time.

Jaune: Great.

Suddenly the door of the house opens. In front of them 5 very scared people appear and start talking at the same time.

Jaune: Wow! Quiet! Don't worry… As you can see, we are animal control and we are already informed of what is happening. You.. *he points to one of the people* ..where is the crocodile?

Stranger 1: T-That way.

He says as he points to a door at the end of the hallway.

Stranger 1: She's in there. Please be very careful.

Jaune: *Smiles* Don't worry, we are professionals.

He says with great confidence.

Stranger 2: If you survive, we will follow you to the depths of hell.

Jaune: (Holy cow, what kind of crocodile do they have?!) T-That's not necessary.

Blake: Jaune, lets go.

Jaune: R-Right.

The two pass between the people towards their objective. The more they do it, the more they hear the chaos happening inside the room.

Jaune: So, how do you plan to appease her?

Blake: By using you.

Jaune: *Surprise* I'm sorry!

Blake grabs the door handle and opens it without any worry.

Jaune: Wait!

When they open the door completely, they find a very upset woman.

Tock: How the hell did I lose that money?!! That bet was supposedly a sure winner!!! *She grabs a chair and throws it against the wall* AAAAH!!!!

Jaune: Blake...

Blake: Hm?

Jaune: That's not a crocodile

Blake: Wrong, she is.

Jaune: She is a person!

Blake: Correction, She is a Crocodile Faunus person.

Jaune: That doesn't matter, you told me that we would work with animals!

Blake: She is an animal.

Jaune: *Gasp!* Now that's racist.

Blake: Ok I lied! Actually this companionship business for women.

Jaune: And I'm the product?

Blake: Y-Yes... *Ashamed, she lowers her head*

Jaune: *Sighs* Look Blake, if you need money, I can help you.

Blake: *Happy* So you'll work for me?!

Jaune: Hell no! I leav-!

Tock: *Grabs his shirt* You finally arrived handsome.

Jaune: *Worry* Hey wait a minute! I was just leav-!

Tock: Enough of the talk, let's fuck!

She pushes Jaune into the room and locks the door. Blake puts her ear to the door and listens.

Jaune: Wait this is all a misunderstanding! If you let me explain-!

Suddenly the sound of clothes falling is heard.

Jaune: O-Oh God~

Tock: You like what you see, big guy~💕 This is all yours for the next hour~

Jaune: I-I don't think it's a good idea-

Tock: If you're worried about my teeth, don't be. I don't bite…hard~

Jaune: Is not that, the thing is...

Then the sound of a zipper is heard.

Jaune: H-Hey!

Tock: Holy fuck~💕 They told me you were big, but I didn't expect such a massive cock~ God, I need it inside me~💕

Jaune: H-Hang on a minute! I don't think she will fit! Hey! WAIT!

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room.

Tock: MoThErfuCkEr!!💕

Jaune: *Worry* Are you ok?!

Tock: I'm fine! Just… fuck~💕… I think I just came. Shit, you sure have a nice cock~ I will definitely book you again. Now let's test your stamina~💕

Jaune: Mu stami-*Gets kissed*-MHH!!💕

Tock: Shut up now, will you, just fuck me~💕 *Kiss* *Kiss* *Kiss*

Blake: (Looks like my plan was a success)

Blake walks away from the door and starts typing on her phone.

Blake(text): I have a space open this Saturday, is that okay?

*Ting!*

White_Queen: I take it. It would be at my beach house. I'll send you the address later, along with the deposit.

Blake smiles at the text

Blake: (Oh Jaune~ You don't know how valuable you are.)

[fangirltothefullest]

I feel like you will understand my pain but it is SO hard to find cute clown merch 😭 especially as casual wear or home decor! Like I don't want a scary clown blanket! I don't want a scary clown hoodie! I want a cute one! Where are my cute clown socks and pj's! Why is it all scary!

You came to the right person!!! ETSY IS A GIFT FOR CUTE CLOWN MERCH!

[thezombieprostitute]

Unwanted - Part 5

Summary: Your life is no longer yours. You've been forced into becoming a different species of human. Bought and paid for, what can you do but follow orders and obey your Alpha?

Warnings: Allusions to surgery, human trafficking, kidnapping; Angst; Depression; Suicidal thoughts. Let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is described as big & tall, is female. No other descriptors used.

Part 4 -- Part 6

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You wake up covered in sweat, crying from your nightmares. Your entire body ached, especially where you had scars. It took you a minute to orient yourself. The skylight was incredibly helpful as an instant reminder that you were no longer in your cell at Dr. Kemp's mercy.

The comfortable bed and blankets were another reminder. Natasha had graciously added to your education on Omega instincts and needs. Nesting had originally been described to you as just bundling your bedding. Nat had explained it was a manifestation of an Omega's need for a safe, comfy place. Most often to sleep, but sometimes just for relaxing. It's not uncommon for an Omega to have little nests built in other places of their homes. For now, though, you were just grateful to indulge in the soft fabric, comfy mattress, and a multitude of pillows.

You check the digital clock and see that it's a little after 5 in the morning. Part of you wonders if that was the default time you'd get woken up in your cell and so you're just automatically waking up out of habit. Yes, the nightmares were probably a factor, but you can't remember a time you didn't have them. Maybe you should ask Nat about getting yourself a teddy bear you can squeeze to help you calm down instead of the pillow you currently had in a death grip.

She had promised to come by at 10 today to follow up with you. That gave you a whopping 5 hours to get more sleep. If only you could. You were wide awake and sleep felt like a terrifying concept, as if you would wake up back in your cell.

Resigning yourself to wakefulness you get out of bed and look around. You've got options for what to do and you're not sure what to do with yourself until the pressure in your bladder gets your attention. After you relieve yourself you decide to shower first and try out some of the sweet, floral smelling products to find ones you liked. You probably spent too much time in the shower but you were so grateful for the hot water and feel soothed by the scented shampoos and washes. For the first time in forever a shower felt genuinely relaxing and rejuvenating.

Walking out of the bathroom, wrapped in one of the towels, you look through the closet. Nat had promised that none of these clothes were used, they were all recently bought, just for you. Yes, they were men's clothes, but that's because they didn't have women's clothing your size. You assured her it was something you were used to. You put on a pair of boxers followed by sweatpants and a t-shirt, taking a kind of comfort in the fit of the pant legs around your ankles, breathing easier with so much of yourself covered. There's also a pair of slipper socks that, when you put them on, make you giddy with how warm and comfortable they feel. Honestly, you wonder if you'll ever feel comfortable being barefoot, or in a dress ever again. Those hospital gowns have likely soured your clothing opinions forever.

Recalling your tour with Natasha from last night, you remember you're also allowed to make yourself some breakfast with the ample food supply in the kitchen. It's been quite some time since you've cooked but you want a meal that's actually warm and tasty. Still, it has been a while so you opt to start simple with toast and eggs. You end up with scrambled eggs but that just means you can add shredded cheese before adding it to the toast. You took a bite and nearly ended up in tears from the relief, the memories, the confirmation that you were no longer in your cell.

All of your emotions kicking in from the conflicting brain chemistry have you running back to your nest to cry yourself out.

By the time Nat knocks on your door you've calmed down. You welcome her in and the two of you make small talk. You tell her about everything going on and she nods in understanding.

"This is definitely something we've seen before," she nods. "When you're ready for it, we'll introduce you to some of the others who have had similar experiences."

"So there are others?" you ask. "Ari wasn't just bullshitting about that?"

"Unfortunately, yes, there are others. We're a bit of a dying species, doing what we need to survive. But while a bunch of us work for the government in exchange for safety, resources and a chance at creating future generations for others of our kind, some outliers, like Kemp and Hansen, have gone to more extreme measures."

"So Ari is trying to do good work and I just...I wasn't supposed to...I'm..."

Nat hugs you. "You're welcome here. We will find a place for you here."

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The warm room filled itself with the sound of deep breaths, echoing against the wall and bounching back into his ears. Despite there being a video playing on his tv situated at the end of his bed, the room was quiet.

Felix's heart was beating in his chest at the thought of there even being sound to the video. His brown eyes were intensely glued to the screen, taking in as much as he could - the video a perfectly set pase as he had picked the right genre that fit his own taste of gentleness.

The man in the video was taking his time undressing his girlfriend, teasing her around the edges of her underwear before pulling the pink fabric down her thighs.

Felix focused on the now bare women in front of him, who was visibly turned on by her boyfriend, legs spread for him so he had perfect access to place some needy kisses across her core.

The scene didn't last long, the guy soon moving back up to come face to face with her, both of them drowing into a kiss. It was now clearly visible how turned on the guy was as well, the bulge in his boxers pressed against her, bodies grinding against each other in no time.

Felix shifted in his seat, moving to let himself lay down a little lower, head resting against his soft pillow. He could feel his body reacting to the scene in front of him, blood so clearly flowing down to his length and hardening him.

He gulped as he felt his boxers fitting tighter around him, hands fidgeting with his cropped t-shirt, goosebumps forming on his skin whenever his warm fingers would accidently hit his soft tummy.

As the scene continued, and there were no longer any clothes in play, bare bodies clearly visible, his eyes started to wander.

Felix watched clearly how the guy stood between her thighs, hands roaming up between her breasts to her neck to sqeeze lightly, his free hand drifting over his own hip on the side where the camera was situated. Only seconds later the guy wrapped his hand around the base of his own cock, his thumb brushing over his slit to collect some precum to help his hand move over every inch.

Felix watched the guy intensely, how he ever so slightly twisted his wrist when pumping himself, how he would tighten around himself a few times seen by his veins, how the muscles on his abdomen would tighten and relax in waves, how his lips with his plump lips was open - threatening to release sounds he could only imagine.

Felix looked down himself briefly, sighing deeply as he saw and felt how hard his cock had become. His hands disappeared into his hair, covering his eyes as well.

'What am I doing?' he whispered to himself before letting his body relax again. He kept his eyes closed for just a little longer, not wanting reality to hit of how he actually liked looking at the guy in the scene too, how curious he was about how his jerking off differs from his own, how he would sound pleasing himself, how-

Felix signed again before opening his eyes again, the angle on the video now having been changed to the guy's pov, his abs and cock so perfectly visible and inches away from the girl's mouth. In a slight panic at his increasing thoughts, Felix leaned over to pause the video.

When he leaned back and the focus was even more on his aching length, he couldn't help but let his hands inch closer. He gently let his hand move over the fabric of his shorts, caressing his own thigh. When his hand inched higher his cock twitched in his boxers, earning a deep breath from him.

His eyes tried his best to avoid the paused scene in front of him, but his lust and needs were taking over with every seconds he left his cock untouched.

With another deep breath his eyes looked back up at the screen, hand finally palming himself and stroking the outline of himself for some friction.

'Fuck...', he whispered as he became eager to take off his shorts and boxers in one movement. Felix wasn't very big but he had such prominent veins along his shaft from how needy he would always get.

His cock hit his stomach as soon as he undressed, his small hand wasting no time to wrap around himself and to start jerking himself off desperately.

But with his eagerness he only realised after a few pumps he needed some help, something to make his movements easier so he could relieve himself quickly.

Felix rolled over onto his side, opening his drawer to take out a small bottle of lube he has recently replaced. In another wave of curiousity, he decided to buy himself a different kind of lube, the thought of it making his cock throb in need alone.

The lube has the exact same look and feel as his own cum, just a little pump of the bottle in his hand already had his mind go cloudy. The pump was enough to cover his entire cock in slick and cum, making a mess of himself without his own load even joining.

Felix started off with a fast pace, fucking his cock up into his hand as best as he could with needy whines. Only a few thrusts like this with the view of another man's cock visible on the screen between his thighs had him get lost in the scene.

'We shouldn't...do this', he played for himself, imaging the guy was right here in the room with him, as if the guy was jerking off right with him.

The wet noises of his cock covered in cum filled the room, more small little whines leaving Felix's lips whenever he paid attention to the details of the man.

Felix's moans grew louder as he started imaging the guy in front of him, the way he would let the guy cum on top of him if he wanted to, how he would want to feel his warm cum on him instead of this cold lube.

'Shit', he cursed as he tightened his wrist around his length for more pleasure. Felix gasped as his hips started twitching, his orgasm approaching fast.

He let out a desperate whine as he halted his movements, letting his cock fall against his tummy. His chest moved up and down quickly till his approaching orgasm went away again, edging himself.

Felix felt overwhelmed, with everything that was playing in his head, with the lust he felt from looking at another guy and how he felt equally wrong from liking it this much to image himself being covered by another man's cum.

However, his lust and his desires too over, leaning forward again to unpause the video this time being even more bold to quietly turn on the sound. Even though it was late at night, he was pretty certain that not all members were yet fast asleep.

Felix watched the scene continue, how the guy's thick cock disappeared into the girl's mouth. The guy's hand held her still, holding the back of her head as he started thrusting. Seeing how tight she was making her mouth for him had Felix wondering how good he could make the guy feel with his own, or even more so his own body.

Felix couldn't help but let his free hand move down his thigh, caressing his soft skin before inching his wet fingers closer to his rim. He gently started rubbing himself before waiting for another thrust on the screen before using one finger to enter himself.

His back arched ever so slightly, a moan slipping past his lips that was threatening to be a little too loud. The hand still resting on his cock was slowly moving again in sync, jerking himself off at a nice pace that matched the guy's thrusts too.

'Oh fuck, fuck', he moaned as he felt his cock continuesly twitch in his hand, his finger soon leaving him as it all felt too good. Just like that, the scene in front of him showed how the guy came all over the girl's tongue, some landing by the corners of her mouth. The guy stroked himself a few more times until he completely came down from his high, his fingers collecting some of the cum to let the girl suck on some more.

And just like that, Felix's body was twitching with an intense orgasm washing over him that had turned his moans completely quiet and swallowed. His little cock released spurt after spurt of cum over his tummy, some landing on the edge of his crop top too, staining the material. His load was big as he didn't get much time within scheduled to truly relax by himself.

Felix's sweet little cock started to soften against him, his body still too tired to move or even clean himself up. He only focused on his breathing, his eyes starting up at the ceiling.

Even though the video was over, he could swear that he heard a voice whisper to him, a man's voice, something sweet, no longer lust-like. Felix could no longer contain his smile, the thought of being able to really get loved and wanted by a man like this, was something that made his heart skip a beat.

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When you do planks and your he slides under you and kisses you

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The gym is empty. No one seems to be around, and that's just what you wanted. Walking inside, you placed your backpack in the corner of a wall and removed your t-shirt. Working out has become your favourite activity, you must give credits to your best friend for that, he's the one who initiated the fire to getting fit and burning

calories. You usually work out in his place. He's got a whole gym in his house. From the machines to the weights, damn. So you're a bit bored and lonely. Your best friend Kayla is getting engaged in a month and you're supposed to be her

bridesmaid, ain't no way you wanna look bloated and messy, you're determined to tone your body and muscles, plus working out is so fun!! You tied up your hair into a messy bun and began to jog in the treadmill for about 20 minutes.

A woman walked in and greeted me with a smile, I finally had some company, even though I wanted to spend my time alone in the gym. You did all your workouts with weights, and only pushups, planks, and stretching were left. You took a deep breath, 

feeling your muscles getting weaker as you were now tired after an hour. You sipped on your water bottle and then laid on the yoga mat, ready to start off with planks. You counted from 1 to 10, then you relaxed and started counting 1 to 20 with your eyes closed.

"Hey!" You heard a man squeak, and you opened your eyes to meet with your best friend Jungkook under you. "Oh my- fuck-" 

you lost balance and immediately sat up, holding on to your exhaling the sudden shock. Jungkook giggled like a bunny and placed his head on his arm, his elbow on the mat. "Did I scare you?" He questioned, and you gave him a piercing look. "Is that even a question! You made my heart skip a beat!" You hit his arm 

and nodded with a huge smile on his face.  "I didn't expect to see you at the gym on a Saturday evening, you usually curl with your blanket and watch some stupid documentary munching corn curls." You give him a proud look and cross your arms on your chest. 

"I've come out of that habit, now! I find working out more fascinating, so move!" You push him out of the mat and get into your plant position, Jungkook placed his tongue inside his cheek, biting into it as he finds your latest habit very attractive. 

Working out has always been his favourite activity but seeing his best friend who is also one of the most beautiful women he's seen, prioritising workouts kinda turns him on. He's always a flirt, but today seeing you alone in the gym, wearing that tight gym fit and your hair in a messy bun that makes you hotter just makes him feel some tension.

"Two- three-" You start counting, staying in your high plank and exhaling slowly. Jungkook slides under you and watches your features closely. You slowly opened your eyes and scoffed in sudden shock, "What are you doing, kook?!" "Admiring you."

He whispers, and your eyes meet him that is already staring back at you. He does the triangle look. From your eye to your lips to your eye, and that's dangerous. "Don't fall on me, that's not gonna end good." He murmurs with hooded eyes while clenching his jaw and kicking his lips.

His intense stare wasn't making his easy, your messy bun was now bringing more stranges of hair to your face and Jungkook took this opportunity to place the strands behind your ears, his fingers softly rushing your skin while you tried hard to not give up on the plank that's even more than 20 seconds. "You look beautiful."

He whispered, and you gulp, you both breathing heavily after his words. You both continue to have an eye lock without realising he comes forward, placing a kiss on your nose, and then you fall into his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and began to laugh. "Ow-"

you whispered as his rock hardiness hit yours a bit too hard, the man laughing made things worse. "Stop laughing!" Jungkook turned around, placed you on the mat as he hovered over you and looked into your eyes. "Did I make you weak?" 

He asked and you rolled your eyes even though you actually felt weaker now. "Get away!" "Not until you answer my question." He brushed his nose gently on yours and you gasped, "kook-" "excuse me?"

You both faced the voice that belonged to a gym instructor and oh boy was this embarrassing. "This ain't a bedroom, young couple. This a gym." The beautiful muscular black woman spoke, giving you both a smirk before walking away.

"Get out kook!"

You pushed him aside and grabbed your mat and walked to your bag.

"Dinner at mine?"

Jungkook murmured and you looked at him and nodded…

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She woke in his arms. 

Her pillow wall had deconstructed during the night and was strewn around the bed. 

Her face was pressed into the crook of his neck, her arm was slung low across his waist - her hand under his t-shirt - and her knee was pushed between his. 

She was mortified. 

It was still dark outside, too early to be awake.

She pulled away, embarrassed.

In his sleep, he shifted. His hand on her back held her tighter.

“S’early Sid, go back to sleep,” he sighed, his voice groggy with sleep.

She was torn, her mind already halfway back to sleep but her body tense and on edge.

He traced a soothing path up and down her spine and she began to relax.

His slow, calm breaths and the warmth of his hand coaxed her back to sleep.

When she woke again, she was greeted by golden sunlight peeking through the gaps in the wooden shutters. 

She carefully extracted herself from his arms and snuck to the bathroom to change for her run. 

River stirred as she tied her laces.

“Did I wake you?” She asked, hoping he hadn't woken in the early hours to find her sprawled on top of him. 

“No, you’re fine,” he mumbled sleepily, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Ok. Just going for a run, back soon,” she confirmed, swiping the key and closing the door quietly before he could stop her. 

As she moved quietly down the hallway and down the stairs, she tried to push all thoughts of River from her mind. 

It was etched in her mind, his sleep-ruffled hair and the curious look he’d given her as she’d dashed from the room. 

She tried not to think about how well she’d slept in his arms, how rested she felt.

She could see Angela and Lilly waiting in the lobby and felt a pang of disappointment that she wouldn’t be running alone. 

She wanted the solitude to clear her mind and work through her tangled emotions. 

She pushed the disappointment down and greeted the women with a smile.

“Morning, sore head?” Angela asked sympathetically.

“Morning. I’m fine actually,” Sid reassured her. “Looking forward to stretching my legs though.”

“Let’s go, we’ll be back for breakfast.” Lilly stretched her arms up. “Don’t know about you two, but I’ve left my Dave snoring his head off!”

“Lucy was going for a swim,” Angela looked out at the pool wistfully. “Wish I’d chosen that instead now!”

They ambled out to the driveway and set off at a steady pace. 

Sid found solace in the lack of conversation, both women seemed deep in thought, and her mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of River and how easily they’d adopted their new ‘relationship’. 

She knew she needed to get the conversation going in order to learn more about her companions, acutely aware that their current relaxed state was fleeting. By Tuesday they would all be back in a more rigid work bubble, less open to sharing personal stories and vulnerabilities. If the mole was going to drop their guard at any point, it would be this weekend - under the cover of alcohol and laughter. 

“Have you been on one of these weekends before?” She asked, carefully navigating the cobbled streets of the village. 

“We’ve both done a couple, haven’t we Lil?” Angela turned to the older woman.

“Yeah, I think this is my sixth. Have you done three? Each one is different, Warwick tries to change up the activities. Always good fun though. My Dave loves them.” Lilly grinned.

“It gives everyone a chance to spend time together, it’s helpful if you’re bothered about moving up in the business.”

“You don’t want to, Lilly?” Sid asked as they approached a small bridge.

“Nah, love. I’m too old for that. I’m happy just doing what I’m doing. Angie is the career woman, if Dilly doesn’t get in her way.”

“Oh?” 

“Don’t be daft Lil,” Angela brushed off the comment. “Dilly’s after Warwick’s job, everyone knows that.”

“Has she got some competition, Ange?” 

Angela looked uncertain at how to reply. 

“I know Dilly and I are close,” Sid explained, holding up her hands apologetically. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No harm,” Angela relaxed. “Dilly thinks she’s the only one with a shot at Warwick’s job. She’ll be in for a rude awakening when she knows Hassan and I are both interested.”

“Well, I guess it’s all irrelevant until Warwick actually announces whether he’s leaving,” Sid shrugged.

“Exactly. But when he does, I’ll be ready.”

“Yes, girl!” Lilly whooped.

“Lil isn’t Dilly’s biggest fan,” Angela explained with a laugh.

“I’ll keep that to myself,” Sid smiled.

“No need, love. She knows she’s a pain in the arse.” Lilly stopped, resting her hands on her knees. “Let’s head back, you two are too young for me, and I’m starving.” 

Sid and Angela slowed their pace on the return leg, mindful of Lilly. 

Sid’s mind raced, ready to tell River about the prickly dynamic between Angela and Dilly.

They returned to the hotel, skipping the lobby and skirting around the outside of the building to go straight to the poolside.

She spotted River at one of the tables, chatting with Angela’s wife, Lucy. 

Clad in shorts and sunglasses, he appeared more casual than she’d seen him before. 

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard him laugh at something Lucy had said. It sounded carefree and uninhibited, a stark contrast to his usual cynicism and sarcasm at work. 

She wondered if it was real. 

She wondered if the warm smile he gave her as she approached them was real. 

The thought plagued her. 

How much of this was just part of the act. 

Was any of it genuine? 

She pushed the thoughts aside and raised her hand to wave.

“How was your run?” He asked.

“It was good,” she said, trying to sound casual.

“Did Angie keep up?” Lucy grinned, “she hates running.”

“She was fine. It was an easy route.”

“What’s the town like?” River asked, his gaze not leaving Sid’s face. 

He seemed genuinely interested, but now she’d had the intrusive thought, she found herself trying to analyse what was and wasn’t real.

“Lovely, very peaceful.” She worried her bottom lip, looking the opposite of peaceful. “I’m going to get ready for breakfast,” she said with a forced smile. “I think Angela’s already gone up.” She added, turning to Lucy.

“Ahh thanks, I’ll go and find her. See you guys later,” she smiled and went inside.

Once they were alone, River turned his curiosity onto Sid.

“What’s happened?”

“Nothing. Did you learn anything from Lucy?”

“No, she doesn’t really give a shit about this sort of thing. She’s only here for Angela.” He took off his sunglasses. 

She could see him still studying her face, so she tried to keep her expression neutral.  

“Ok, I’ve learned a bit more about Angela today. I’ll explain later, I’m going to go and shower first.”

“Want some company?” He stood from the table, and then paused. “I meant generally, not… y’know -” he laughed nervously, pulling a hand through his hair.

Sid shivered at the thought despite knowing he hadn’t meant the comment the way it had sounded.

“It’s fine. Gives us a chance to put together what we know so far.” She reasoned. 

“Exactly.” He automatically took her hand and laced their fingers together, leading her through the lobby and up the stairs. 

Once inside their room, she dropped his hand and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, deliberately creating some distance between them. 

She needed to remind herself that this was all just an act. 

These feelings weren’t real. 

Any attraction wasn’t real, she was just getting swept up in the moment.

It was bound to happen when you work fourteen hours a day, have no friends, and the last time someone touched you was your hairdresser. Nearly a year ago.

Sid made a mental note to book an appointment.

“Plan for today then?” She asked brusquely. 

River regarded her cautiously, observing her sudden professionalism and distance.

He didn’t comment on it. 

“Walk to the Grappa place, cooking class, and then back here for the black tie dinner.” He told her matter of factly. 

“Did you get anything when you were by the pool yesterday?”

“Not much so far, hard to tell if anyone is hiding anything. It’s all been pretty surface level conversation.”

Sid could feel her frustration building. Time was short and the fact that Taverner demanded answers was weighing heavily on her.

“We need to try harder, we only have this weekend,” she replied, her tone sharper than necessary.

River remained neutral, not letting her anger affect him.

“We’ve got time. This is only the second day, it’s barely breakfast. We’ll figure it out.” His unwavering confidence gave her pause.

“How do you know?”

“Because I know you,” he said plainly. “You’re the best agent I know, aside from Lamb - don’t tell him I said that.” 

She frowned. 

His calm, firm reassurance was leaving her flustered. 

She bristled at the compliment, unsure how to respond to his faith in her abilities.

“How can you be so sure?” She demanded, insecurity niggling at her. “You can’t know me that well.”

“Can’t I?” He asked. “I know why you’re suddenly so edgy. It’s all of this, isn’t it? Putting on the act.”

She flinched at his assertion, taken aback by how easily he’d read her.

“I… yes,” she mumbled grudgingly. “It’s just… it’s a lot, pretending all the time.”

“People pass through these workplaces all the time. None of them have to know that you were undercover, they’ll just assume you left.”

The mission. 

Of course he assumed she was struggling with lying to her so-called co-workers.

He’d completely missed the true source of her anxiety, oblivious that he was the cause.

“You’re right,” she bluffed. “It’s just hard to keep up the act.”

“So let me help. You don’t have to do it all alone, not this weekend at least.”

She knew he meant well, that he was trying to lessen the burden. 

But the irony was not lost on her, his offer of help was both comforting and frustrating.

His presence, his proximity, was the very thing making it harder to maintain her composure.

She remembered his earlier comment, it was only breakfast time on the second day.

She still had to survive another forty-eight hours.

She forced a smile and nodded.

“You’re right, thank you.”

The thought of spending another two days with him, pretending to be something they weren’t, seemed unbearable. But she was determined to see it through and find the mole.

She needed to get the job done.

“Get ready,” he insisted. “We’ve got a busy day.”

“Right, yep,” she agreed. “Time to focus.” 

She rose from the bed and sorted through her case to find something to wear.

“So what’d you find out from Angela?” He asked, trying to work the coffee machine.

“She and Dilly are both out for Warwick’s job. And Hassan as well. Lilly doesn’t like Dilly.”

“Lilly and fucking Dilly,” he sniggered, whacking the top of the machine.

“They sound like kids TV presenters,” she agreed with a laugh, pressing the correct button on her way past him to the bathroom. The machine gurgled into life and filled the cup underneath.

As she stood under the steaming shower, a small part of her was glad to have a moment alone.

Her peace was interrupted by River’s voice from the other room.

Wrapping a towel around herself, she shut off the shower and peered around the door.

“Lamb,” he told her, holding up the phone. 

He glanced at her briefly before quickly averting his gaze to look out at the view from the window. “It’s going fine so far,” he said, his voice steady. “No news on who the mole is yet, but we’re getting there.”

As she retreated back to the bathroom, she caught River’s side of the conversation. “She’s fine,” she heard him say. Followed by, “yes, I know she’s better than me.”

She smiled softly at his comment and continued to get ready for the day.

She emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a summer dress, her dark curls falling loosely around her shoulders. Her gaze met River’s. He remained on the phone but this time, didn’t turn away.

“We’ll call you tomorrow,” he said to Lamb before hanging up the phone. River continued to look at her, his eyes slowly raking over her.

It’s not real, her mind screamed despite the heat of his stare.

Flustered, she reached for her small bag to distract herself. 

She rummaged through, checking for sunglasses, sun cream and other essentials. 

“Shall we go?” She asked brightly, pushing away her nerves and acting as if his intense stare hadn’t affected her.

“Time to be married again,” he smirked, offering his hand.

“No PDA,” she insisted. 

“Said the person who spent all night cuddling up to me.”

Sid blushed bright red.

“I was asleep,” she protested, hoping he’d drop it. “Let’s get going.”

He laughed at her insistence and held the door open.

“If you say so. After you, Mrs Masterson.”

~~~~~

The energy in the breakfast room was palpable. 

The group was abuzz with excitement for the events planned for the day. Some chatted animatedly about the distillery, while others discussed the formal dinner and drinks in the evening.

They exchanged greetings and took their seats amongst the others.

“Tom is so excited for the distillery, he’s going to be so drunk at dinner tonight,” Dilly giggled over the table. River smiled politely and poured a coffee for Sid. “Aww, you’re so sweet River!”

Warwick’s loud voice cut through the chatter.

“I hope you’re all ready for a good day?”

A handful of whoops and cheers went out around the room and Sid made an effort to look suitably excited. 

She embraced the bubbly character she’d been portraying with her work colleagues and chatted animatedly with Dilly and Kasim. 

Next to her, River talked contentedly with Tom who was regaling him, Jonty and Sam with tales of his career in banking. 

River had his arm across the back of her chair, his fingers played with the strap of her dress casually while he drank his coffee. 

His touch sent a shiver through her, but she continued listening to Kasim while resting a hand lightly on River’s knee.

As breakfast came to an end, Amber’s enthusiasm to get everyone out and about was clear.

“Come on, everybody,” she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. “The distillery in the town awaits! And once we’ve plied you with plenty of delicious grappa, you’ll be subjected to a cookery class where you’ll be making your own pasta lunch. Make sure you’ve got a bottle of water for the walk, there’s some on your tables already.”

Sid walked with River by her side, his arm around her shoulders. They tagged onto the group consisting of Diego, Stella, Hassan and Priya as they made their way through the lobby. 

“Hassan said you got married last month?” Priya cooed. “Ours is in August!”

“Congratulations! Yes, it’s been about five weeks,” Sid smiled, leaning into River.

“I am ready for the organising to be over,” she sighed. “Our mother’s are… too much. Just too much!” She said wearily.

“Oh I know,” Sid sympathised. “We did it just the two of us -”

“No way, really?” 

“It was perfect, no fuss.”

“How lovely. Ugh, I wish we could. We’ve got two hundred guests though,” she lamented. “Our mums just keep adding people. I’m sure half the hotels near our house are booked with most of my family coming over!”

“Hopefully you can just let everyone else have their fun and you and Has can have some time together,” Sid offered.

“Yes. He’s taking me to New York for our honeymoon, so he’s forgiven for having such a huge family!” Priya gushed. “And then when we get back, he’ll have Warwick’s job and we’re set for a few years.”

“Does Warwick know everyone’s after his job?” River whispered mockingly in Sid’s ear. His warm breath tickled her ear.

“More than likely,” she grinned. He kissed the top of her head and turned to carry on asking Priya about Hassab’s current job.

She let him take charge of the conversation with Priya, and focused her attention on observing the other couples. She studied the group discreetly, taking in the dynamics and interactions between them. 

Angela and Lucy had paired off with Lilly and Dave, wisely keeping Angela and Dilly apart. 

Further up the hill Warwick and Amber led the way with Jonty and Sam and Pete and Deb. 

Dilly and Tom dawdled at the back with Kasim and Issy. 

Sid tried to work out if there was anyone she or River hadn't spent any time with yet but drew a blank. 

She resolved to try and ask him once they made it to the distillery. 

The 'hike' to their destination was more of a meandering stroll. 

When they reached higher ground, River moved his arm from around Sid's shoulders and took her hand instead, their fingers intertwining as they walked.

With each stride, he gently swung their joined hands back and forth, his touch sending small sparks of electricity through her veins.

Amber had steered the group to a shaded lookout area to take a short break. Sid took the opportunity to apply more sunscreen. The late spring sun was stronger than she'd expected, and she noticed its gentle tingle on her skin.

River stood next to her, watching her apply the cream, his gaze following her hand as she worked it into her skin.

“You need some too, babe,” she said, handing him the bottle.

Instead of putting his own on, he first stepped behind her, his hands gliding across her back as he covered where she couldn't reach. 

His touch was firm but gentle, his fingers tracing soft circles along her skin. She could feel his eyes on her, watching the way her body responded. 

“You didn't have to -” she protested, but suddenly stopped herself, realising that if their relationship was genuine, then River would help her put sunscreen on her back. 

A mixture of emotions filled her. She swallowed her words, forcing herself to remain calm and maintain their act.

“Thank you,” she said instead. ‘Your turn,” she told him, encouraging him to go ahead. 

She put on her sunglasses, feigning disinterest as she appeared to watch the others. However, with her gaze hidden behind the dark lenses, her attention kept being drawn to River.

As if magnetically pulled towards him, her eyes kept darting back to him, watching his every move.

Mindful of their audience, he put the bottle back into the bag on her shoulder, and wrapped his arm around her chest, drawing her back against him. 

He kissed her temple, both of them watching Diego and Stella bickering quietly. 

“Have we spoken to everyone at least once now?” He muttered into her ear.

She leaned back against his chest, relaxing into him. 

“I was going to ask that,” she murmured under her breath, “I think so.”

As River nodded, Sid could feel the subtle movement of his head against her. 

"Sun's hot, you ok?" he asked, his voice filled with gentle concern. 

Even though she knew their relationship was counterfeit, she couldn't help the butterflies that swarmed in her stomach.

Before she could reply, Warwick was guiding them back out onto the road and up the hill again. 

River released his hold around her chest and instead grabbed hold of her hand, their fingers intertwining once more. With a soft squeeze, he started walking, leading her up the path back up the hill. 

The remaining walk was relatively quiet except for the hum of chatter from the whole group. River's grip on her hand remained firm and steady, his thumb occasionally tracing small circles on her skin. 

Sid could feel her heart beating faster with every step, the pressure of his touch creating a strange mix of excitement and confusion within her.

She berated herself internally for the emotions currently taking hold. She was baffled, and disappointed, that she couldn't seem to control the way her body reacted to River's touch. 

She'd been trained to endure torture, to lie and falsify every element of her life. She should easily have been able to go along with Lamb's plan and not feel a thing for River. She was better than this.

Amber and Warwick stopped at the entrance to a bridge. 

"Here we are, the oldest distillery in Italy, opened in 1779." Amber announced. The historic wooden bridge was enclosed, with views out over the Brenta River and up to the Venetian Prealps.

They crossed the bridge to the museum. 

"We're going to split into two groups - and I'm going to separate you from your travel partner! It's so easy for them to feel left out on trips like this, so let's get to know everyone a little better, shall we?" Warwick informed them. “Amber has the list,” he called over their chatter. “Darling, would you mind?”

“First group is Warwick, Sid, Tom, Stella, Jonty, Lucy, Lilly, Pete, Issy and Priya. Everyone else is in the second group.”

River turned to block himself and Sid from the group, under the guise of saying goodbye to her.

“Anything I need to know?” He asked, tucking a curl behind her ear. 

“Look out for Dilly and Angela, the arch enemies. Diego’s… still a bit of an unknown. I noticed Warwick has separated the fab four - Diego, Jonty, Pete and Kas - that could be interesting.” She reeled off the information quickly and concisely. “Anything for me?”

“See if Lucy gives you anymore on Angela's aspirations for Warwick’s job. Keep an eye on Jonty, I still think he's hiding something. I'm keen to speak to Diego a bit more, why isn't his name in the hat for Warwick’s job?” 

“Oh, Lilly loves gossip, she's probably told Dave everything about everyone so he might be useful.” Sid remembered. 

River nodded. The group began to split, filtering into their two batches. 

“Come on lovebirds!” Dilly laughed, “I'll keep him safe for you, Sid, I'll only get him a little drunk!”

“Careful Dil, Tom and I are ready to drink you under the table,” Sid smiled in return. 

“Fine by me, he can sleep it off this afternoon.” 

“See you later,” River muttered, not looking particularly happy about being stuck with Dilly. 

He quickly leaned down and planted a brief but affectionate kiss on her lips, a gesture entirely appropriate for their current surroundings. 

Despite the brevity of the kiss, his grip on her hand remained firm, almost as if he was reluctant to let go. His hold on her hand lingered until there was too much space between them and their contact was broken. 

~~~~~

After working together for a month, although she found them a bit too happy for her taste, she had come to like most of the group. Their partners were leaving an equally good impression on her.

Tom was hilarious, his love for Dilly obvious and undeniable. Priya was intelligent and quick witted - clearly a great partner for Hassan, while Jonty had the class clown act to a tee.

It was hard to think that one of the main bunch was not only deceiving the company and their country, but also the person they loved most. 

Each smile, each laugh, each interaction was now clouded with doubt and uncertainty. The trust that should have formed the bedrock of their relationships was now on shaky ground.

It brought her back to her own situation with River. 

They were both involved in a charade, pretending to be something they weren't with the people they were spending time with. 

Everything between them was just an illusion, a performance. 

The feeling of inauthenticity hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder that they were living a lie.

She wondered if the mole was having just as hard a time as she was in living the lie. 

Did they enjoy it? Was it a game to them, a joke? 

Was River enjoying the game?

She acknowledged the possibility that River's success on this trip could bring him the attention and redemption he sought. The weekend offered him an opportunity to rebuild his image within MI5, At what cost would this redemption come? Would it be at her expense?

She sat next to Jonty deliberately. If River had his eye on him, then it was for good reason. She had to trust River's judgement and find out what she could about Jonty herself. 

The history of the spirit was interesting enough, though they giggled like children through much of it. The tasting went down a storm - as did the accompanying cheese. 

Sid watched the interactions between Warwick and Jonty, she couldn't help but notice an undercurrent of tension. The older man appeared to be losing patience with Jonty's juvenile behavior. Lilly, taking the lead in Amber's absence, seemed to step up as Warwick's right hand woman, much like at the office.

Pete was still a relative unknown, part of Jonty's inner circle. Her mind spun with names, it was hard enough to keep track of the ones she worked with, but now she had significant others to contend with as well. How much did Kasim tell Issy about his job? What did Stella do for a living? Or Dave? Or Amber? 

She hoped River was doing better than she was. 

As Tom handed her another delicious cocktail from the host, Sid's mind strayed to thoughts of Dilly. She considered the possibility of the cheerful and energetic woman being the mole. On the surface, Dilly seemed too carefree, though perhaps not as astute as the others. Could she be capable of handling the immense pressure?

Sid and Tom giggled their way through the remainder of the tour, their laughter a lighthearted contrast to the tension that had been building. As the end of the tour approached, she found herself eagerly anticipating the cookery class, where she could hopefully balance out the effects of the alcohol she had consumed.

Sid was under no illusions about her cooking skills. They were abysmal, to say the least. She anticipated that she and River would struggle mightily in the kitchen as they attempted to follow the instructions given in the class.

The first group emerged from the distillery with bottles of grappa to take home and sat on the benches along the bridge with gelato while they waited for the others. 

Sid watched as River stepped out with Amber, Dilly, and Deb, all of them crowding around him. A shade of pink had crept up his ears, and he sported a shy smile. Amber glanced over in Sid's direction, her eyes lighting up with a smile. 

"Sid, you never told us how romantic your lovely husband is!" Amber exclaimed.

Sid's gaze met River's and she smiled. 

"He really is," she agreed appreciatively. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of stories River might have been spinning.

"Your honeymoon!" Dilly fanned herself with her hand, "kept that quiet, you dark horse!"

"My honeymoon..." Sid began, glancing at River, "was magical.” He nodded subtly.  "Because of River, obviously," Sid added, hoping he'd jump in and recount the romantic details of their honeymoon adventure on her behalf. She was saved by Amber.

“Where on earth did you find him?" Amber pondered aloud. "He's truly a keeper," she added, a sigh of envy escaping her lips.

A smile tugged at the corners of Sid's lips as she responded. "I guess he has just always been there," she looked up at him, her tone soft yet filled with affection. 

“Well he's clearly just as besotted with you, darling. He just would not shut up about you all morning!" Amber added as she waved at Warwick and left them to it.

River's cheeks colored once more.

“You better have only revealed the good bits, I hope?" She teased.

River reached over, taking the gelato from her hand, and took a bite.

"Of course. I wouldn't dare share anything but the good," he said with a reassuring smile. “This is nice," he said, holding up her gelato. 

“I know. Maybe you should get your own?" She replied dryly.

"Why?" he asked cheekily, "I can share yours, can't I?”

“What makes you think I’ll share with you?” 

The rest of the group were distracted with each other, but Sid could feel someone watching them. She looked over River’s shoulder in time to see Lilly look away quickly. “Lilly’s watching us,” she murmured, stepping closer to him and raising a hand to brush his hair from his eyes. He caught her hand with his own and kissed her palm.

“We’ll talk later, don’t let them doubt us.”

Sid nodded and leaned into him.

“So how drunk did Dilly get you?” She asked, knowing the other woman was in earshot.

“We didn’t get drunk, did we Dil?”

“Nope, good as gold,” she high-fived him. “Nice cocktails though. Sid and River both agreed firmly.

“I’m a bit pissed off I’ve got to cook my own lunch, actually, Amber?” Tom laughed.

“It’s all about teamwork, Tom,” she retorted, quickly looking over the crowd to make sure she had everyone. “Warwick darling, time to get to the restaurant.”

“Yes, my love, you’re right,” he acknowledged.

“See,” she said to Tom with a twinkle in her eye, “Rick knows I’m in charge, teamwork!”

“Well I can’t cook at all,” Sid shrugged, nudging River, “I guess it’s all up to you, babe.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“I’ll teach you,” his voice brimmed with confidence. “You’d be surprised what you can learn with the right teacher,” he added with a wink.

“You’d know,” she teased. “Just look at everything you’ve learned from me.” 

“I’m fully on board with your teaching methods,” he said playfully. “Come on, let’s see how much of a disaster you are in the kitchen.”

~~~~~

Amber led the way toward a small restaurant tucked away in a side street and they all piled in through the door.

Their host was ready to greet them with a table of Aperol Spritz which she kept adding to.

“Welcome, ciao, ciao! Come, take a drink!” She insisted. 

Dilly clinked her glass with Sid.

“I say we let the boys cook.”

“River’s been threatening to teach me since we got together, I don’t think I can put him off any longer,” Sid grinned. 

“I bet Issy can cook, Kas is always talking about the amazing dinners they have.”

“Hmm, I reckon Lucy can too.”

“Pete makes a mean curry, like, super spicy.” Dilly grimaced.

“My nan taught me,” Diego announced proudly.

The one-upmanship continued as they all chimed in with their kitchen prowess. 

Sid kept quiet.

The two apples, pot of hummus, jar of mayonnaise and bottle of wine in her fridge spoke for themselves.

The hostess set them up at a table per couple, laid out with the ingredients they required. She gave an exuberant potted history of cuisine from the area, and of the dishes they would be recreating, her passion for food evident in her vibrant storytelling.

“First,” she began from the front of the room, “we make our dough.”

River diligently followed the instructions, his hands working skillfully as he combined the flour and eggs. Sid watched intently, her eyes tracing the movement of his hands, the way his knuckles flexed as he kneaded the mixture. Her mouth grew dry watching the tendons and muscles clench and relax as the ball of golden dough came together.

“Are you having a go?” He asked with an amused smile. Tentatively, Sid reached into the bowl, her hand grazing his as she prodded the dough. “You need to be a bit firmer,” he instructed. His hand covered hers, guiding it to mould and around the dough.

At the table in front, Dave sat on a stool looking bored while Lilly took control of their efforts. Next to them, Jonty and Sam giggled and flicked flour at each other. Stella was carefully measuring each ingredient carefully while Diego peered over her shoulder.

With the right consistency achieved, River tipped the dough onto the table.

He kneaded it firmly, his flat palms pushing down onto the table confidently, and rolling it back into a ball with his fingers. Sid was mesmerised by the repetition of his movements, his control over the amount of pressure he needed to mould the dough into a smooth ball. 

“Now we’ll let that rest while we make our filling for the ravioli and a sauce for the tagliatelle.” The hostess smiled, inspecting each table as she glided past. “Finely chop your carrots, celery and onion please and add it to the pan.” She spoke with a calm authority. The sound of sharp knives haphazardly cutting filled the room, everyone's head low with concentration.  

The muscle in River’s forearm flexed as he gripped the large knife and cut the carrots with precision.

“Your turn,” he told Sid, turning the knife in his hand so she could take the handle. She looked at him wide eyed. “Go on,” he encouraged. She took the knife and lined herself up in front of the chopping board. With a grin, he watched Sid’s attempts to chop the vegetables, the oddly sized chunks and disjointed method giving away her hesitancy. He stepped behind her, his hand gently covering hers on the knife handle. “Carefully,” he whispered quietly, his hand guiding hers to rhythmically push the blade down through the vegetables uniformly. 

Sid’s attention shifted, distracted by bickering coming from Kasim and Issy’s table. She felt River gently jerk the knife away before the blade could come into contact with her fingers.

“Nearly,” he winced, his hand enveloping her fingers in his fist.

“Sorry,” she muttered, wiggling her hand free. 

They chopped the remaining vegetables together and added them to the pan with sieved tomatoes and seasoning.

“And while that’s reducing, it’s time for the ravioli filling,” the hostess looked into their pan and smiled, “molto bene, well done.”

“What shall I do next?” Sid asked, determined to use their time to improve her dismal cooking skills.

“You mix the cheeses and I’ll sort the spinach?” River offered.

“Mix cheese. I can do that,” she decided firmly, tipping the small bowl of grated parmesan into the soft ricotta. She folded the two together carefully. 

“Put some black pepper in there,” River elbowed her. 

“Say when?” She twisted the grinder a few times until he nodded, then he scooped up the chopped spinach and leaned into her to add it to the bowl. Sid mixed it again into a smooth, green flecked paste. 

“And now we'll go back to our pasta dough to roll this out,” the hostess called out to the group.

River cut the ball of dough in half and fed it into the rolling machine while Sid turned the handle. 

“Hard work?” He sniggered, watching her blow her fringe from her face with a puff.

“Yeah, actually,” she lowered her voice, a hint of mock annoyance in her tone, “maybe you should take over, I'm sure you have a much stronger wrist than I do.”

“Don't sell yourself short,” he muttered quietly, his warm breath caressing her ear. He held the dough over the machine with one hand and her slender wrist with the other, “you could do me plenty of damage.”

She held his stare, his fingers still on her wrist. 

“Let's go, we need to get your pasta finished so you can move on to the tiramisu!” 

River broke eye contact to watch Sid's tongue sweep across her lower lip at the mention of desert.

Her wrist tensed under his grip as she continued to turn the handle. 

The thin sheet of pasta crumpled under the machine, River took a step back to stretch it along the table. He cut the sheet down the long edge and separated the two straps.

“Can you put a few spoons of cheese along here?” He showed her. She followed him down the table adding dollops of the cheese mix. They each took an end of the remaining sheet and laid it on top. “So then you cup your hand, like this,” he took her hand and curved it into a C shape, she did the same thing with her other hand and pressed a circle around the first ball of pasta covered cheese. “Yeah, that's it,” he encouraged. He pressed the fluted cutter around the shape she'd made and cut out a neat square of ravioli. 

“Ha! My first ravioli!” Sid beamed proudly. 

“I knew there was a secret chef in there,” he kissed her cheek. 

“I'll do these,” she insisted, “you can show me your wrist action and roll the next ball for the tagliatelle.”

“Yes chef,” he winked. 

Sid bent over the strip of filled pasta, carefully squeezing the sheets together around each ball of cheese, and cutting them out. Her brows pinched together in concentration while she focused. The bustle and noise around the room faded into the background. 

“Shit, fuck,” River hissed next to her. 

“What?” She stood quickly, feeling him pass behind her to get to the sink. She was by his side instantly, trying to look around him.

“Cut my hand,” he moved to show her her deep gash in his index finger.

“Shit, babe,” Sid went into autopilot, inserting herself between him and the sink so she could put pressure on the wound. 

“You're not a first aider,” he muttered. She sighed, realising he was right.

“Can someone help, River's cut his finger,” she fell back into her undercover role, someone unused to war wounds and the sight of blood. 

"I'm fine, really." He brushed off, downplaying the injury.

Sid played her part convincingly, continuing to fuss over him. Her eyes widened with exaggerated panic. “Jonty and Warwick,” he whispered under his breath so only she could hear. Sid followed his gaze, her eyes landing on the two men engaged in an intense conversation. She could sense the tension between them, the air crackling with unspoken conflict.

She nodded subtly just as the hostess and Kasim appeared with a first aid kit. Sid kept one eye on the heated discussion between Jonty and Warwick, and one on River as his fawning wife. 

"My brave husband," she cooed while Kasim wrapped the cut. She kissed River's cheek affectionately. 

"I guess you'll be making the desert!” The hostess exclaimed joyfully.

Sid's eyes widened with a hint of apprehension.

"Yeah," she admitted, "desert is on me."

"Desert is on you? Sounds good to me." River smirked. 

Sid's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Stop it," she nudged him playfully. He took a seat at the table, ideally placed to watch Sid keenly while also studying everyone else around them. 

Sid stood nervously in front of the table, a look of uncertainty on her face. 

"I don't know where to start," she confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of panic.

"I'll talk you through it," he promised mischievously.

Sid felt a flutter of excitement in her chest and quickly bit back her retort, the double meaning of his words not lost on her.

“Check your tomato sauce first,” he suggested.

Sid followed River's instructions, taking a spoonful for him to taste. He held her wrist in place as he took a bite, his eyes locked on hers. "S'good," he confirmed with a nod, his grip on her wrist still firm.

"Well, don't expect the tiramisu to be good," she muttered, aware of her limited cooking skills.

“You're going to need to separate your egg yolks and whites,” he told her. 

“What? How the hell do I do that?!” She panicked. “You're not that injured, you can help me do this -” she turned to him, pleading.

“Sid, trust me, crack your egg,” she sighed and did as he asked. “Hold it over that bowl and let the white run out of the shell,” she peered at the egg, “pull it apart just a little more,” he instructed, “and now hold it up so the yolk stays inside the shell.” She held the egg delicately until only the yolk was left, and then dropped that into a different bowl. “See? Easy.”

“For you maybe,” she muttered. 

Sid whisked the egg whites and yolks separately, she found herself becoming more entranced by River's guidance than the hostesses instructions. 

She meticulously followed each step he suggested, glancing up frequently to make sure she was doing it right. 

Her eyes searched for his, seeking his silent approval with each motion.

While she worked, he soaked the biscuits in the coffee and layered them in the dish.

“Now a layer of the cream,” he told her, placing another layer of biscuits on top, “and then the last layer of cream.”

She dusted the whole dish with cocoa powder.

“That's it?” She asked curiously. 

River nodded with a proud smile, “that's it, done," he affirmed, his eyes meeting hers. "You did it.”

Sid's smile widened, her eyes shined with happiness and pride. For a moment, it didn't matter if this was all just a cover or not. She couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and self-belief, fueled by River's support.

The hostess clapped her hands and addressed the group, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "So now, ladies and gentlemen, we eat!" she announced. "Our pasta will only take a moment or two to cook, so please, take a seat and enjoy!"

She gestured to a table nearby, which had been meticulously laid out with various drinks and snacks to keep the guests entertained while they waited for the pasta to finish cooking.

The group descended eagerly on the food, hungry from the morning's activities. The earlier tension between Jonty and Warwick seemed to have cooled as they found common ground, bonding over their drinks.

The other couples appeared to have survived their team-building experience in one piece, ready to unwind and relax. 

“Sid, babe, we're going to kick the boys out this afternoon while we get ready for the meal. Amber and Warwick have the suite, there's loads of room for us girls to hang out!” Dilly called down the table happily. Sid noticed that Andrea and Lucy didn't look too enthralled, along with Lilly.

“Great,” Sid forced a smile. 

With their late lunch concluded, the group dispersed into smaller clusters and pairs as they prepared to make their way back to the hotel. They walked through the quaint, picturesque town down the cobbled streets. Sid and River walked with Kasim and Issy, River using the opportunity to thank Kasim for patching up his cut finger. 

"Did you notice Jonty and Warwick?" Issy asked. "At each other's throats again,” she rolled her eyes. 

"I told you, love, they're like it at the office too." Kasim sighed. 

“Are they?” Sid feigned innocence. 

“You haven't noticed?” He scoffed. “Jonty doesn't think Warwick should move on, he doesn't trust Dilly and he doesn't think I'm up to the job.”

“I'm sure that's not true, Kas,” Sid soothed. 

“It is, and it's fine. I know I'm not the first choice - no one else even thinks I'm interested, they're all busy looking at Dilly and Hassan. I just don't think it should be Dilly.” 

“Too flighty,” Issy agreed. “She's sweet, I know Angie doesn't think so, but she's not really cut out for Warwick’s job. Like, if it's not Kas, it should be Angie.”

“What about Diego?” River asked, “he seems to know his stuff?”

“Diego is going to be sitting in government before Warwick is,” Kasim predicted. “He's got serious ambition. Stella is dreaming of being a Prime Minister's wife.”

“Sounds like Warwick's job is the holy grail for you lot,” River responded. 

“Mate, seriously, it's like he's Alan fucking Sugar,” Kasim laughed. “Think I'm gonna duck and move into cyber security anyway. I've had enough of all this bullshit politics.” 

“Don't blame you mate, safest option!” River echoed. 

Issy's voice cut through the conversation as they arrived at the hotel's driveway. "Here we are," she announced with excitement, her eyes sparkling. "Can't wait to dive into that pool!”

"yes," Sid agreed, "I am with you on that!”

Sid turned to River, her eyes locking onto his. "I'm going to go change." she informed him, a hint of invitation in her voice. "Coming, babe?" she asked, her tone sweet and slightly suggestive.

"Lead the way, beautiful. We'll see you down here in a few?" River asked Kasim and Issy who agreed enthusiastically.

~~~~~

In the solace of their room, Sid breathed a sigh of relief that they weren't on show.

"God, that was a long morning," she breathed.

River handed her a glass from the bottle of champagne that had clearly been delivered to their room as they'd arrived back at the hotel. 

“Hard work, being married to me,” he teased. 

Sid laughed, “you're the easy bit,” she lied. “It's keeping tabs on who's trying to screw each other over that's tough for me. Seriously, I still feel like it could be any of them – they're all as bad as each other." She exhaled, her frustration evident. “I used to think we were a workplace anomaly.”

“Sid,” he laughed, “we were never going to be the only office in the world that hates each other, and our jobs, and ourselves.”

“I know, I know,” she deadpanned. “But they all hide it so well! Maybe that's our problem, we openly loathe each other.” She watched him open the balcony doors and tried to push down how much she didn't hate him, actually. She lay back on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. 

“I don't loathe you,” he said, his words quiet but impactful. “Just think, the upside to all of this is that we might make it out of Italy as friends.”

“Who'd have thought it,” she mused. “Bigger upside… Lamb sees that you might be somewhat capable at your job?”

“I think hell would freeze over,” he grinned. “So Jonty and Warwick, eh?” He moved on. 

“Just boys bickering," Sid said thoughtfully. "I don't think it's Jonty."

“Aren't there some government people coming tonight?" He asked. 

“Four of them, I think. Might be interesting to see who they spend time with. Do you think we need to lure them out a bit?” She sat up suddenly. 

“Honestly? No,”

“Oh,” she sighed dejectedly. 

“I just think… they've been hiding it for this long, clearly the booze and the sun isn't making them sloppy, or putting them under any pressure. Tonight might, though? If it was Kas, for example, and he sees Jonty taping up one of these ministers for a job -”

“He might slip a bit anyway, no need to lure him.”

“Exactly. Tonight's the night we'll learn more.”

“Right,” she agreed. “Well on that note, I'm going in the pool. You coming?”

She tried not to think about how odd it was going to be spending time with a coworker while wearing swimwear. But then, she guessed, no worse than pretending to be married to that person.

Sid delved into her suitcase and fished out a bikini, disappearing into the bathroom to slip it on. As she applied suncream, River's voice reverberated through the door.

“I'll go down and get some drinks, see you in a minute?” 

“Yeah, I'm on my way,” she confirmed. In the empty room, she sent a quick message to Lamb and pulled on a cover up over her swimsuit. 

Nearly everyone was around the pool, chatting loudly and drinking cocktails. She looked around for River, standing with his back to her and talking to Diego and Stella. 

This was not a big deal, she told herself. She could handle this. She drank in the taut, smooth planes of his back. As he raised his arm to point something out to Diego, her eyes fixated on the play of muscles in his broad shoulders, she swallowed, an undeniable surge of attraction washing over her.

Shit. She breathed deeply. This was just too much sun, too much alcohol, and this stupid, scheming game of Lamb's creation. That man needed a hobby. None of this is real. She assured herself as River turned around to see her in the doorway of the lobby.

“Get a grip,” she muttered to herself. None of it was real, none of it mattered.

He met her halfway to the poolside, taking off his sunglasses as he walked. His eyes searched hers.

“You OK?” He frowned. “You're doing brilliantly, you know? They don't doubt you at all,” his hand extended to take hers, once again assuming her hesitancy was around the mission, the lie, rather than him. “Bet a swim will make you feel better?” He suggested. The afternoon had grown hotter, and she couldn't deny that the cool water would help. She spotted a line of suncream across his collarbone that hadn't rubbed in properly and smoothed her hand across it. 

“You're right, I've probably just had too much sun,” she smiled. 

“Here she is!” Warwick called out from the pool, “are you lot coming in here, or did I pick a hotel with a pool for no bloody reason?” 

Sid dropped her bag into the nearest chair and took a long drink of the spritzer River had offered her. The ice in the drink cooled the warm buzz from the alcohol and settled her nerves. She pulled off her cover up and kicked off her sandals, ready to jump into the water. 

Unaware of River's captivated gaze, Sid curled her toes over the edge of the pool and dived gracefully into the water. The coolness was immediately soothing against her sun-kissed skin.

She submerged herself in the blissful water, allowing her body to drift toward the center of the pool as she propelled herself with strong kicks. 

The momentary solitude under the surface felt like a real break from the constant act she'd been playing, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the tranquility.

She broke the surface of the water, staying in the shady, cooler side of the pool. She noticed River watching her quietly, his gaze lingering on her.

"Are you coming in?" she teased, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "The water's lovely.”

Before he could dive in, Hassan and Pete tackled him, sending all three into the water with a splash.

The playful tussle continued as they rolled around in the water, with limbs flailing and heads getting submerged. Angela and Tom joined in, enjoying the impromptu battle.

Sid discreetly navigated toward the other side of the pool where Amber, Issy and Priya were wisely staying clear of the commotion.

Amber shook her head, rolling her eyes with a mix of amusement and exasperation. 

“Such children,” she chided, watching as they continued their struggle in the water.

A moment later, River managed to break free from the chaos and started swimming toward Sid, his powerful arms carving through the water effortlessly with each stroke.

“Bloody hell, Sid,” Dilly sighed, coming to sit at the edge of the water. "Do not tell Tom I've been lusting after your husband, but you are a very lucky girl.”

Sid felt her foot give way from underneath her in the water as River's hand wrapped around her ankle and pulled her towards him.

Once she'd righted herself they floated only a foot apart, treading water. 

“Better?” He asked. 

Sid nodded, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. 

“Much,” she agreed, feeling the cool water lapping against her skin.

“Gosh, it's nearly 6!” Amber called out, “we'll head up in a few minutes, get ready for the dinner. Warwick, our other guests will be here at 7pm.”

“I know, love,” he told her, pulling himself out of the water. “Don't worry folks, we'll have more time to spend here tomorrow.”

Sid fought the urge to grumble as the others began leaving the pool, she longed to remain in the cool, soothing water.

Sid confidently lifted herself up, using her arms to hoist herself onto the edge of the pool. Foolishly, she extended a hand to help River out as well. 

In an instant, he seized her arm and yanked her back into the water with a surprised yelp.

“I'll get you back for that,” she cursed, watching him pull himself out of the water. She watched the rivulets drip down his back, biting her lip hard to keep her mind from wandering. 

Sid emerged from the water again, her feet finding the steps leading out. Waiting with a towel, River gently cocooned her within its soft embrace. He pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Couldn't resist, sorry,” he smirked. The poolside had mostly cleared of people, only the fab four of Diego, Jonty, Pete and Kas remained with Diego whistling sharply at River's affectionate kiss. 

“Put her down!” Pete joked. 

“See you lads in a bit,” Sid waved, leading the way back to the lobby. 

As they neared their room, she paused, putting an arm out to stop River. She placed a finger to her ear, indicating for him to listen. They heard the raised voices of a heated argument from one of the rooms. 

They crept down the corridor, trying to find the source of the noise, coming to a stop outside a room a few doors away from their own. 

Lilly and Dave. 

Sid frowned, inching closer to the door to listen. She held her breath, her ear almost touching the carved wood. 

She focused on the noise from beyond the door, missing River trying to get her attention. 

Completely absorbed by the argument,  she was surprised by River's sudden action. 

He spun her around and planted an urgent kiss on her lips, catching her off guard. 

His hand tightened on her lower back and pulled her flush to his body. 

She let out a gasp of surprise and then everything stopped. 

Lights faded, the footsteps fell silent, her thumping heart slowed. 

With her gasp, he'd deepened the kiss. 

His tongue swept against hers, his hand on her back moulded her pliant body against his and every thought in her brain was lost. 

This would be the fabric for every dream she ever had from now on. 

Caught up in the moment, her body responded on autopilot, her fingers carded through his hair and she arched up to meet him. 

The scent of grappa and suncream clung to him, while the heat emanating from his body seared her skin, sending tingles of both pleasure and anticipation coursing through her veins. 

Pressing her against the doorframe, he enveloped her with his presence. 

Her senses were heightened, every touch magnified. 

A soft whimper escaped her, a barely audible sound of surrender and desire. 

And then faintly, over the sound of her own sighs and the blood roaring in her ears, she heard a giggle. 

“Ooooh! Get a room you two!” Stella's loud laugh ricocheted around the hallway.

River pulled away, leaving Sid swaying on the spot. 

“Sorry, Stella,” River grinned sheepishly, dragging a hand through his hair. 

Sid was stunned. How could he possibly think straight? She wasn't even sure she could remember her own name. 

“No need, what a view! I've been sent by Queen Amber to get Sid. Sorry babe, you'll have to hold off on the good stuff for now. Apparently it's girly fucking bonding time or something.” She rolled her eyes, clearly not leaving without Sid. 

“Oh. Right, OK, I just need to grab my stuff -”

“I can wait!” 

A clatter sounded from Lilly and Dave's room.

“Looks like you're not the only ones going at it,” she winked.