#because normally the voice i hear when i write prose is alan wake

[sapphire-weapon]

When are we reading the fic HUH you keep teasing us!!

I'm not trying to tease. 🥺 I'm trying to show I'm making progress. 😭 Because I have such a bad habit of hyperfixating on a fic for a total of 48 hours and then abandoning it.

But as a showing of good faith, here's a page +1 extra paragraph of first draft porn.

I haven't even looked at this a second time, much less gone through it with the intention of actually editing it. If it sucks, don't tell me LOL IT'S NOT FINISHED YET. It's on page 9 of 12 that I've reached so far.

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The surreal nature of this moment wasn't lost on him — nor was the inappropriateness. He'd been sent on this mission specifically to locate, retrieve, and extract a human target while ensuring her safety. By all rights, they should have been on a chopper heading to a military base to get to a plane that would take them home. At no point should this mission have ever involved him holding the president's daughter in his lap while he sucked on her tits — all the while possibly being watched from the shadows by a man who may or may not have been an actual legitimate pirate — but here he was.

He'd be so dead if anyone found out.

It wouldn't be the worst way for him to go out, though. He could think of far worse fates.

Ashley was humming and moaning softly in appreciation for every little movement of his mouth. Her fingers were woven into his hair at the back of his head, and she had her lips pressed against the crown of his head in encouragement. His cock twitched in excitement and anticipation within the tight confines of his pants. The more she sounded off for him, the more desperate he became to bury himself inside of her.

A noise that Leon could have only best describe as a squeak escaped from the back of Ashley's throat as he swapped his attention from her one nipple to the other, and he hummed eagerly against her sensitive flesh in return. His hips instinctually rolled up and into hers, his growing hard-on pressing hard against the soft curve of her ass. Ashley threw her head back in response and sucked in a sharp breath through her gritted teeth.

In that moment, he couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever been brought to orgasm solely by the right amount and type of attention paid to her breasts — and if he could pull off possibly being the first to get her there.

It was a sentiment that was short-lived. Before he could fully register what was going on, Ashley was gently pushing herself away from him in order to slip out from his arms and plant her feet firmly on the floor. Almost instantly, Leon missed the heat of her skin and the pressure of her body weight bearing down on his hips.

She didn't go far. Once her balance was stable, she dragged her hands down the back of his neck, over his shoulders, and stopped to rest them on his chest. As she did, she leaned in and kissed him once more. This one was much slower than the others — warm and tender in a way that made him almost believe that she really, truly wanted him, as opposed to seeing him as just any port in a storm.

After all, that was the only way women had ever viewed him, going all the way back to the night he'd lost his virginity. It was funny in a very depressing way that so much about his life had changed since then, but not this. Never this. He was only ever a body to share heat with — a cock to be ridden and then discarded, and only ever in the most desperate of times.

Leon closed his eyes and settled his hands at the smallest part of her waist as he kissed her back. Just for this moment, he allowed himself to pretend — to buy into the delusion of thinking that Ashley Graham, the First Daughter and one of the hottest women he'd ever been lucky enough to get his hands on, wanted him for him. He granted himself the permission to believe that the tiny sounds of kissing being passed back and forth between them, and the careful, deliberate way that she met his tongue with her own again and again and again was born of a genuine affection for him. A genuine desire. A true longing for him and his touch and his presence and all that he had ever been or would ever be.