#and i was like ok sure lil bambi is nice whatever what if she runs towards and aggressive dog and gets bitten

[bakingmoomins]

ppl who walk their dogs unleashed r fcking unbearable

[nalgenewhore]

Too Late To Turn Back Now - Seven

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

an: mmm things get a lil steamy 🔥😳👀

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When they got back home, Lorcan didn’t put her down until he got to their bathroom. Even then, he kept her lofted with an arm as he turned on the shower and left her to it, hanging a towel on the heated rack.

He couldn’t find her sweats and hoodie and he highly doubted she would appreciate it if he went through her stuff, so he grabbed a pair of his sweatpants and an old hoodie from high school, jogging down to the laundry room and tossing them in the dryer.

By the time he got back, the shower was still running and he cracked the door open, holding out the clothes. “El?”

“Yeah?”

“I got you some dry clothes when you’re ready.”

“Ok. One sec.” The water stopped and he heard the glass door open, small feet padding across the tiles to the towel rack. She moaned softly, “Is this thing heated?”

Lorcan chuckled, “Yeah? What about it?”

“That’s bougie.” Her face peaked through the crack as she took the clothes from him, grinning as she hugged them to her chest. “Did you put these in the dryer for me?”

Lorcan’s cheeks reddened and he rubbed the back of his neck, “…yeah.”

“I knew you were a softie.” Her eyes were soft, her smile missing the sharp edge of a teasing smile. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get your cute ass dressed.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

He just rolled his eyes and walked away to the balcony and looked down as the other boat approached. He recognized Aelin with the twins walking up the boardwalk first and then Nehemia and Odette at the rear.

Aelin and Aneha were a terrifying duo and Aelin pointed up at him before turning, pretending to make out with someone. Aneha roared in laughter, holding her stomach as she bent over, and he flipped the two of them off. He was about to yell something rude and vulgar and most likely graphically threatening when Elide padded out onto the balcony, looking down as she rolled down the waistband of his sweats so that they wouldn’t fall to her feet. 

Lorcan turned to look at her, something melting as his heart fluttered as she walked up to his side and peered down at the ground, waving at Aelin and Aneha, laughing loudly. “Don’t encourage them,” he said. Elide smirked, her teeth still chattering slightly. “Are you still cold?”

“A bit, it’s not bad though.”

He frowned and threw her over his shoulder without warning, chuckling darkly at her shriek. Lorcan carried her to the bed and tossed her down on the mattress. When she landed abruptly, a soft grunt was pulled from her lips as she glared up at him. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“I thought you would’ve figured it out by now,” Lorcan said mildly, pulling the duvet back and tucking it around her. “I’ve never been nice.”

Elide rose a brow, “You’re fussing.”

“I am not,” he hissed as he unfolded a quilt and spread it over her. “I’ll be right back.”

“Mmkay. Bye-bye,” she sang-sung, snuggling down into the pile of pillows.

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Elide was asleep when he walked back in, a mug of tea in hand. Lorcan watched her for a few moments, standing still in the doorway as someone cleared their throat and he looked over his shoulder, seeing Fenrys and Rowan standing there. “Hey. Can we talk?”

He sighed through his nose, not ready to have another argument about this. “Fine.” Lorcan kept the mug in his hands as he closed the door, keeping it open a smidge. “Out with it.”

Rowan winced and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Did V and Con make you do this?”

Fenrys shook his head and remorse shone in his eyes. “Nah, man. We were wrong to not give you guys a chance. I guess ‘cause you were coming back up and Ess moved back and everything… we kinda thought you guys might start up again.”

Lorcan groaned, “Hellas, man, Ess and I are long over. And not just because we broke up, I mean… we were kids, alright? We wouldn’t have worked out in the long run and we both would’ve felt stuck. I’d never want to do that to her. I’m truly happy with Elide.”

Rowan nodded and shared a look with Fenrys. “We’re sorry. We kinda realized it was real shit last night. She couldn’t stop looking at you and, like, wanted to hear every story about you. Where’s she at right now? We owe her an apology too.”

Lorcan glanced back into the room, “She’s asleep. I took a turn too fast in the boat and she fell in. You can talk tomorrow.”

“Ok. Um, are we good, then?”

Lorcan smiled and nodded, dapping the two of them up, “Yeah, you’re good. I’ll see you all tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah. We’ll let you get back to your girl. Bye,” Fenrys said, his eyes lighter as they turned and walked back down the hallway.

Lorcan walked into the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him. He looked up at Elide, finding her awake and looking at him with saddened eyes. “What’s wrong, E?”

“Everything you said on the boat is true, you know,” she said, her voice small. “I am selfish and I don’t think about others.”

He crossed the room and handed her the mug, “Drink. You’ll get warmer.”

Elide carefully took it and blew on the top, sipping slowly and sighing. She patted the mattress beside her. “Sit.” Lorcan obliged her and crawled under the blankets, waiting for her to talk again. “Vaughan told me about your dad and growing up on the reserve.”

“He did?”

“Yes. And… I’m sorry for shutting down your questions the other night. I owe you answers.” Elide drank from her mug and then put it on the nightstand. “The story I used for your proposal is how my dad asked my mom. I would beg him to tell me it every night before bed.” She chuckled tearfully, looking down at her hand, “The ring is my mother’s. I managed to hide it all those years after they died - my uncle got custody.”

“The one you made drinks for?” Lorcan asked quietly, gently reaching out and taking her hand in his. He pressed soft kisses to each of her fingertips before dropping their joined hands in his lap and playing with her slim fingers, tracing the elegance of her hands. 

“Mm-hmm. He was in charge of the main kingpin’s money and all of his… friends came around a lot, so he made me learn how to serve them. One night,” she shuddered, reaching down to trace the scar on her ankle, “when I was maybe eleven or twelve, they were all drunk and he let one of his friends take me into a room.” Her eyes filled with tears and they fell down her cheeks as she continued, not noticing how still and horrified Lorcan had become. “He grabbed me and forced me down and I bit his hand. He threw me into the basement and smashed my ankle with a hammer.”

Lorcan pulled her into his lap, holding her close. He cupped the back of her head, just holding her as she told him, her voice breaking, “My uncle said that since it was my fault it broke, he wouldn’t take me to the hospital.” Lorcan’s heart shattered into a million pieces right then and there as rage coursed through his veins and he had to remind himself that Elide was there, in his arms, and safe. She was safe. “That’s why I went to law school. I didn’t want any other kids like me growing up with people like him.” Resting her head on his shoulder, she looked up at him, her cheeks wet.

“I don’t know what to say.”

Elide shook her head, “You don’t have to. Just be here with me. Say you won’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, settling down under the covers. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“You choose,” she whispered, her eyes already falling shut as she flipped the hood of his hoodie over her head. Elide shifted, lying down next to him and hitching her leg over his hip, an arm on his chest and the other folded and wedged between them. She rested her head on the soft hollow of his shoulder, her fingers toying with the silver chain around his neck. “I like Bambi.”

“Oh gods, I’m gonna cry if we watch it, princess.”

She laughed and pressed her lips against his chest, not quite a kiss – just a gentle touch, a reassurance to her that he was still there.

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Elide had fallen asleep after watching the first ten minutes of Bambi and when she roused again, it was dark outside and the TV was black. She had been moved in her sleep. Lorcan was sitting up against the headboard and she was in his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, her knees outside either hip.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that he had one hand splayed across her lower back and in the other he held his phone. 

Slowly, she lifted her face from where it was buried in his neck and sat up straight, holding her face centimetres from his. 

He flicked his eyes to her, a small smile appearing on his lips. “Hey, you.”

“Hi,” she whispered, her voice scratchy and hoarse from disuse. “Whatcha looking at?”

“Ae sent me songs for the first dance. I like this one,” Lorcan tapped on the screen and music poured from speakers on either side of the bed, bright violins with simple hi-hat drum beats. They listened in silence as Too Late To Turn Back Now played.

The gentle music was accompanied by smooth, emotion-stirring voices that seemed to make the genre. Elide listened to the lyrics, telling herself it didn’t mean anything that Lorcan liked this one – he most likely wasn’t even thinking about the lyrics.

As the song came to an end, she whispered, “I like it. But…”

“What?”

“I don’t know how to dance.”

Elide whined in the back of her throat as Lorcan shifted and stood up, holding a hand out to her. “C’mere.”

Smiling, she took his hand and he easily pulled her to him, her free hand resting on his shoulder. He looked down at her, his face open as he settled his hand on her waist and gently led her through the steps. “We don’t have any music, Lorcan.”

Lorcan spun her under his arm and began to sing the same song, his lovely baritone carrying them through the dance. Every time she stumbled, he caught her, just like he promised he always would. His singing melted into humming as he dipped her. Frozen in one perfect moment, they stared into each other’s eyes, unbridled emotion brimming in their dark irises.

She wasn’t sure who moved first, wasn’t sure of anything as their lips touched and her mind blanked. Lorcan pulled away first, the tips of their noses brushing together as he tracked something in her eyes. Slowly, he stood up straight, pulling their joined hands to the middle of his chest. Elide rose on her tiptoes, her free hand resting on his ribcage as he cupped the back of her head, no words exchanged between them as they kissed again.

It was slow and soft, the way their lips moved together. Her heart filled with something she couldn’t describe while Lorcan parted her lips with the tip of his tongue. Elide gasped softly into his mouth at the first touch of his tongue against hers and kissed him harder, “More.”

He huffed a laugh against her lips and let her hand fall in favour of grabbing her waist and lifting her up, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as she threaded her hands into his hair. “Bed,” she whispered, tugging on the inky strands. His hands slid under her thighs, holding her up.

Lorcan made himself pull back once more, almost ready to fall to the ground to worship her for the rest of his days as he looked up at her, swallowing once, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she breathed, kissing him again as he walked them to the bed, gentle as he laid her down amidst the blankets and pillows. Elide read the look in his eyes, something warm pooling in her core at the promises held in the onyx irises. “I want this. I need this. You.”

A wicked grin spread over his lips as she pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him up. Her eyes locked on his as she pulled his hoodie up over her head and threw it to the side, not caring where it landed. She bit her lip as his jaw slackened and her back arched under his hungry gaze.

She took her time undressing, until she was bare beneath him, smooth skin and sinful curves bared for him to see. A large hand slid down her side, rough calluses catching on her skin. Lorcan dipped his head, his lips travelling across her flesh. He let his lips part to taste her, murmuring, “Beautiful.”

The word curled and settled in the depths of her guarded heart, sending a whole warmth flowing through her being. Soft sighs and moans spilled from her throat as Lorcan traced her body with his lips and tongue and teeth. His hands and the feeling of his silky hair in her fingers grounded her when the pressure in her bones grew and grew. She crashed into bliss when he looked up at her through his lashes, settled between her legs, forgetting she wasn’t just a feeling as he pleasured her. 

Rising above her, running his hands down her sides in soothing motions to bring her down again, Lorcan’s gaze was heavy and heated, their lips greedy as they kissed.

Elide could feel his arousal pressed against the inseam of her thigh and moaned, reaching down between their bodies to wrap her hand around his length. She smiled proudly when he swore into her mouth and bowed his head, watching her as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats and tugged them down. A whine formed in the back of her throat when he didn’t move an inch. “Lorcan.”

Lorcan grinned at her neediness and helped her pull his clothes from his body until they laid bare together. Elide squeezed her thighs around him, indicating she wanted to switch. He rolled them, looking up at her with something heavy and too big for the two of them.

Sitting up, he kissed her as she lined herself up with him and sunk down, her eyes fluttering as he filled her. Lorcan stayed still, panting at the feeling of her surrounding him, waiting for her to move.

“Oh,” she moaned as she moved up and down on him. His chest was soon a map of crescent nail marks and red scratches that stood out against his brown skin.

Lorcan’s hands slid down her torso, guiding the rolling movements of her hips. He begged her, whispering onto the slick skin of her neck, “Don’t stop.”

The room was soon filled with desperate sounds and voices, pleading with each other as they chased their release. They wrapped their arms around each other, pressing into each other and still, the need to hold the other closer and closer was barely satisfied.

Lorcan found his release first, his lips parted as he shuddered beneath her. He cupped the side of her neck as he kissed her, whispering to her, “Let go, princess.”

This time, when she fell, she was not scared.

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“Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“My favourite fruit is mango,” he replied, speaking into the soft skin of her belly, his arms wrapped around her thighs. Elide huffed, her hands stopping their path in his hair. He whined, looking up at her, eyes wide and begging, full lips twisted into a pout.

She rolled her eyes and continued, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Ah-ah, you didn’t set any guidelines. Your turn. Tell me something.”

“I went into the bathroom and cried after Cairn called me a cold-hearted, crippled bitch,” she whispered, the tightness of her heart easing when Lorcan dusted sweet kisses over whichever patch of skin he could find, the t-shirt of his that she wore riding up as he moved upwards, his teeth grazing the skin of her chest. “Your turn.”

“I hate Cairn.” She laughed and he kissed her, wanting to taste the joyful sound. “Tell me about your tattoos.”

She nipped his bottom lip, soothing over the slight sting with a flick of her tongue. Turning over onto her stomach, Elide motioned for him to sit up and push her shirt up, until the mysterious ink was revealed. It was beautifully done, the wyvern so detailed he got shivers just looking at it. Reaching out, he trailed his fingertips almost reverently over the artwork as she opened her mouth, telling him what the ancient letters down her spine said and how she honoured her parents with the mountains and beast. 

The night passed them by as they spoke quietly, baring their souls to each other in each word, each kiss, each touch - each movement - designed to bring the other pleasure until they tumbled into a deep slumber. They didn’t notice the sun rising over them, their bodies entwined like skeins of silk.

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