#black bowmore

[fabforgottennobility]

Gone

[eclipixels]

Partition

Summary: Car sex

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Diamond glittered in the pale moonlight as you stepped out the Gala. It was around 2 a.m., and you were extremely exhausted, ready to take off your heels and corset that imprisoned your aching flesh. Not too far behind followed you a blonde haired man, a glistening matching ring adorned both your left hands.

Guards encircled you as you made your way towards the sleek black SUV, the distinct sound of stiletto heels resonating against the pavement with each step. Your hips moved with a captivating natural rhythm, creating an allure that seemed to affect Coriolanus who was walking behind you, his esteemed First Lady.

Coriolanus held open the door for you, his gaze subtly tracing the elegant contours of your form as you gracefully crouched to enter. A momentary glimpse of the delicate lace of your panties captured his attention as you swung in each leg with deliberate poise. He arched a questioning brow, wondering whether your seemingly intentional display was a purposeful act.

Maintaining a facade of indifference, you skillfully feigned obliviousness to the subtle scrutiny, but Coryo knew better than to fall for your tricks. Nonetheless, he let's it go, choosing not to press the matter. He seamlessly joined you, sliding into the seat beside yours before securing the door. The tinted glasses provided a discreet vantage point, affording you an unobstructed view of everything around, while cloaking your presence from prying external eyes. The inherent convenience of such privacy did not escape notice.

You failed to observe how Coryo sat impossibly close, with one warm hand on your knees and the other snaked around your waist. Seemingly innocent, it appears as a loving gesture between spouses, but you're aware of a different reality.

Coriolanus's hhand maintained its place on your waist, his fingers subtly tracing patterns as if claiming territory. The allure of the night seemed to heighten the tension within the confined space of the vehicle. His rosy cologne, a gentle scent, filled your nose as you leaned into his touch.

"What perfume is this?" He asks.

"Peach Blossom," You breathe, wondering if he's taken a keen to it.

"Never wear it again unless we're in public." He commands and you furrow your brows. What? "It covers your natural scent, I don't like that."

You stop yourself for laughing, not wanting to abash him. Never to wear any other artificial fragrance again unless it's for public purposes? All because he can't smell your natural scent? You truly had him whipped. You just give him a slight nod in response.

Your muscles ease against his broad chest, sensing the rhythm of his breath. The hand on your knees subtly glides upward, its movement almost imperceptible, and his nails gently trace across your skin.

He angles his head, gently placing a tender, chaste kiss on the area below your ears along your jawline. They press a little longer than they should, and you sense the possessiveness behind the act.

"What'd you drink?" You whisper, smelling the liquor on his breath.

"Bowmore 1957" he responds, his eyelashes brushing against your skin from the proximity of his face.

"How was it?" you inquired, your question lacking genuine curiosity. You sought a diversion from the thoughts racing through your mind about where his hands could go, the things he could do to you right now.

"Not as divine as you taste," he responded, offering no assistance to your wandering thoughts. At that very moment, the car made a sharp turn, and his hand slid higher up your thigh while his other arm tightened it's grip around your waist.

"Coriolanus." Your eyes widened and your hand fell on his wrist. Gazing into his eyes brimming with desire, you saw his lips form an amused, teasing grin.

"Hm?" He hummed, moving defiantly against your weak grip. You shot him a glare, a sort of warning. He dismisses your silent caution by placing the hand that was on your torso to rest elegantly on your breast.

"What are you doing?" You whisper through your teeth. You were mad at yourself for how hot your skin was getting from the barest of his touch, he always had that effect on you.

"Such a low cut dress with easy access, tell me, was this on purpose, love?" He ignores your question, you knew exactly what he was doing and knew that his actions would just continue further, so there was no reason to argue against it. You knew he'd win in the end, he always does.

Snow lands on top

"Not here," your voice trembles as you sense the squeeze on your inner thigh.

"Yes, here," he murmurs, planting a wet kiss on your neck.

Feeling tense, you contemplate. You're aware of Snow's eagerness, but you do trust that he wouldn't push boundaries if you said no. Moreover, with the partition up, the driver would remain oblivious and this is where those tinted windows came in convenience.

Gripping one of Coriolanus's shoulders, you pulled yourself up onto his lap, your dress riding up as you straddled him. You could see you surprised him with the way his eyes widened till they filled with glittering mischief, something you've grown familiar to since you were both children. Coriolanus Snow had always been a rebel.

With a smile, he attacked your neck with sloppy wet kisses, hands frantically exploring every inch of your skin. His fingers slid from beneath your dress, tracing the contours of your skin. You melted in his touch like wax sensing the warmth from each other.

You can feel his hard cock underneath the fabric of your panties and his pants. You begin to subtly move against the hardness, gradually building up a sensation

He unexpectedly raised you slightly, you sometimes forget how easily he can lift you up. Swiftly, he shifts aside your panties and clumsily pulls down a portion of his pants and boxers, unveiling his hard and senstive cock leaking with precum.

You feel the tip press against your wetfolds as you sink down onto his cock, hissing at the stretch. It's important to mention that while yes you were in the mood to fuck, you were also exhausted after hours of walking in heels and draining your social battery. Coriolanus noticed, of course he did, he knows you like the back of his hand.

"You tired, darling?" He whispered, sensing the way your body went completely lax as soon as you sinked down on him.

"Mhm," you nodded shyly. You knew he wouldn't be upset with you or anything but you couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"S'okay baby, I got you. You wanna stop?" He cooed, petting your hair and holding you you tightly to his chest.

"No, wanna keep going." You lazily answered, feeling the way the satin strap on your shoulder naturally fell with the pull of gravity.

"Okay, I need you to relax for me, dove." His chest resonates with the vibrations of his voice, and you sense it as you plant gentle, tickling kisses on his neck where your head lay. His face carries a subtle smile, evident from them.

Slowly, he pushes forward, claiming the tight heat that has been tormenting him. Once he sees you're comfortable, he continues rutting in and out of you. The symphony of your sounds delight. He revels in your vocality during sex, it feeds his ego to know how good he's making you feel.

You throw your head back when he hits that sweet spot inside of you. You can't help but whimper at the repeated brushing against the spot, and Coryo takes this as an opportunity to capture your lips between his. You moaned into the kiss, feeling drunk on his touch. He leisurely moved his tongue from the edge of your lips, tracing a path down to your neck.

Coryo passionately fucks you, as if he's your devoted worshipper, imprinting your pleasure on his being. The rhythm he creates is almost sinful, with one hand gripping the soft flesh of your ass and the other exploring every reachable piece of your body. The intensity of the experience overwhelms you, prompting you to tightly embrace him, pulling him in as close as you can.

He presses his open mouth to your shoulder, too concentrated on chasing his high to nip or leave love bites.

You feel that finials knot in your stomach and know you're about to come undone. Your hands search desperately for something to grab on to, and you find your palms pressed against the foggy windows leaving sweaty handprints.

"C-coryo..." You choke on your words, trying to signal that you're close. You get some sort of noise acknowledging your whine, and you hope he knows why because you can't seem to formulate anything else coherent.

"I know, baby. Come for me whenever you want." He reassures and tears brim your eyes. Your mascaras running, red lipstick smudged.

Coryo skillfully adjusts, allowing his hand to slide down your stomach. Utilizing his thumb, he deftly flicks and rubs at your clit, taking advantage of the openness facilitated by the positioning of his cock. As sensations intensify, spots start to form in your vision. Each stroke pushes you closer to the edge until you cream on his cock and whimper uncontrollably.

The pleasure of clenching around his thick cock sends Coriolanus into a spiral as he can no longer control himself. Warm thick liquid gushes inside of you as Coryo grunts into your neck, trying to muffle his sounds. Your name falls out his lips like a prayer.

Too focused on his own high, Coryo doesn't notice how he's let go of you until you sloppily fall off his lap onto the seat. You looked absolutely fucked out, and the apology on the tip of his tongue died once he saw the way you looked. Hair messy, panties scrunched, dress half on, very visible hickeys, bruises forming on your hips from his hands gripping, and thick dribbles of his cum spilling out from your pussy onto your gown.

You're beyond speech, and all you can do is watch as Coryo pulls out his phone and snaps a quick picture.

He retrieves a handkerchief and delicately starts wiping you down, encouraging you to unwind and even to take a nap if you wish. You laugh softly in response. Aftercare makes him so gentle. Bending down, he hovers over you and plants sweet, affectionate kisses all over your body.

[askwhatsforlunch]

Vanilla and Whisky Foie Gras Terrine

After making Mincemeat Foie Gras Terrine for Christmas, this beautifully scented Vanilla and Whisky Foie Gras Terrine, is a most delicious and festive way to begin a New Year's Luncheon! Happy New Year 2024, friends!

Ingredients (serves 6 to 8):

half a plump vanilla bean

500 grams/1.10 pound whole raw Grade A duck foie gras at room temperature, cleaned and deveined

½ teaspoon fleur de sel or sea salt flakes

½ teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper

6 tablespoons good quality peated Single Malt Whisky (like Islay Island’s Bowmore)

With a sharp knife, scrape the vanilla seeds off the bean. Set aside.

Separate foie gras lobes and place them in a shallow dish. Season with vanilla seeds,��fleur de sel and black pepper on all sides, gently rubbing them in.

Pour peated Whisky over the foie gras and gently rub onto the lobes. Place dish in the refrigerator, to marinate and infuse overnight.

The next day, preheat oven to 100°C/210°F. Place one of the foie gras lobe, plump-side down into a 600-millilitre/20-fluid-ounce terrine dish, pressing gently to fit. Drizzle with a little of the remaining Whisky marinade. Place remaining foie gras lobe on top, pressing gently and rubbing the edges to seal. Close with the lid and place in the middle of a large baking dish. Fill baking dish to three-quarters with warm water, to make a bain-marie.

Place baking dish in the middle of the oven, and cook in the bain-marie, 1 hour, at 100°C/210°F.

Once cooked remove bain-marie from the oven, and let cool, half an hour. With a spoon, scoop out excess fat at the top of the terrine, leaving enough to make a thin yellow layer when it cools down and congeal. Cover with the lid once more, and place foie gras terrine in the refrigerator, to chill and infuse, overnight to four days.

Serve Vanilla and Whisky Foie Gras Terrine, cut in slices, with slices of toasted bread, smoked duck slices, and a slightly sweet, well-chilled white wine, like a moelleux Pacherenc du Vic Bihl.

[dejwritesarchived]

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ big body benz ⠀ 〳 ⠀ h.shoyo ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) hinata's stuck bodyguarding the brattest daughter of a mobster.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — female anatomy described, fem reader, mafia au, bodyguard!hinata, guess you can say ooc!hinata, reader is in college, mobster daughter!reader, brat taming, car sex, voyeurism, they do it a back of a benz, hate fucking, spit usage, jokes about height, they literally hate-love each so much, slight breeding kink, mentions of hinata being a hitman, mentions of violence , happy belated bday hinata shoyo, wc: 3.6k, minors dni !!

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YOUR EYES WERE PRACTICALLY GLUED TO THE YOUNG MAN SITTING BEHIND THE GLASS. You sat outside the interrogation room that was meant to break down your father’s enemies but instead was used for your newest bodyguard to sign his possible life away to your father. Your eyes staring at the one-way mirror, rubbing your lip gloss-covered lips together. “He’s so small, daddy,” You whined as you glanced over at your father who was lighting a cigar. 

The cloud of smoke rises in the air before the older gentleman is talking, “Sweetheart, didn’t I tell you never underestimate someone because of their size.” He reminded you.

“But who the hell is he possibly protecting? For all that I can protect myself.” You uttered, an attitude already rising in your body. “Ma got someone so much bigger. She got Aone, why couldn’t I get him? I’m more active than her anyway.” 

You tried to remind him that all your mother did was be a stay-at-home wife. She occasionally had tea with other notorious mobster wives, but other than that she cooked, redecorated the family 10-bedroom mansion three times a month, and tended to her garden. You, on the other hand, were always out and about. If you weren’t in classes with school, you were partying. If you weren’t partying, you were leaving a dick appointment. If you weren’t at one of your dick appointments, you were shopping. You were a busy girl. It wasn’t your fault, your former bodyguards couldn’t keep up with you. 

Okay, maybe the last one you made cry. But how the hell could you protect one of the world’s notorious mobsters' daughter and let her make you cry?

Your father would hold his cigar in between his index and middle finger. He took a sip of the $2,000 a bottle Bowmore Mizunara Cask Finish Scotch before he spoke again, “Y/N, he’s good. I wouldn’t hire anybody weak to protect you, my dear.” 

“You said that last time. The last one cried as he handed in his resignation letter,” You reminded him.

“And you were the one that made him cry. Maybe your ass doesn't need a bodyguard,” Your father argued as he was growing annoyed at your bratty ways. “He’s a good fit. Been a hitman for hire since he was twenty-one. He’s going to be your bodyguard if you like it or not.”

You watched as two of your father's men collected the paperwork from the orange-haired guy before leaving the room. The door shut with a click indicating that it was locked behind them. The files were given to your father as he put his cigar out, a dashing smirk on his face as his eyes glanced over the paperwork once more.

“Hinata Shoyo, I hope you can handle this daughter of mine.” You heard your dad utter.

That was months ago and Hinata was still here protecting you. He followed you everywhere. He sat outside your lectures when you had classes. He carries your bags when you go shopping. He once embarrassingly waited for you during a dick appointment. You still remembered the smug look on his face when you left the apartment building and saw him leaning against the black Mercedes Benz truck. “Wow, the guy didn’t last that long. What’s it been? Thirty minutes?” He would jokingly say before you’re rolling your eyes at him and getting into the passenger side of the Benz. 

The two of you bickered. You bickered a lot. Similar to how your parents would bicker when they were young, dumb, and in love. But frankly, you hated Hinata’s guts. He annoyed you. He made your blood boil and your skin crawl. 

Although he was only doing his job with an annual salary of over 500 thousand dollars, obviously he was going to take his job a little too seriously. He never cracked a smile (unless it was some teasing joke about you coming out that mouth of his). He stayed to himself compared to the impeccable bond the other bodyguards had. Sometimes, you wanted to know his story. Remembering your father's words, “Y/N, the guy’s seen a lot and did a lot. Just get to know him.” 

You always kept your father’s words in the front of your mind when you would see the orange-haired gentlemen waiting for you in the lobby of your apartment complex. Then he says a smart-ass comment and all the niceness that once was in your body is pushed away as you throw your Jimmy Choo clutch at his head. 

“Where do you need to go tonight my princess?” He questioned, as he respectfully & jokingly bowed in front of you.

“Please stop, you’re so embarrassing,” You uttered as you walked towards the exit of the complex. “You know, I don’t need you tonight.” 

“You say this every night. I have to protect you, I can’t protect you if I’m not with you.” Hinata pointed out as he followed you outside. 

The black Benz truck pulled up and Hinata was beyond confused considering that he drove them to their destinations all the time. You would link arms with him with a smile. “It’s girls' night, so I warned you.” 

Hinata would give her a cheeky grin, “Great! I guess I can treat this day as a day off,” He responded.

“You’re being sarcastic aren’t you?” You asked and Hinata would nod as if his head was a bobblehead.

“I hate doing girls' night. All you guys do is make me hold your purses while you go dance and get you drinks.” He whined. “That’s not fun for me.” 

“We’ll be on our best behavior, but you just have to let loose. Stop being so damn uptight sometimes,” You responded. 

“If something happens to you-“ 

You cut him off as you climbed into the back of the truck. “Can you not think about something happening to me for one fuckin’ second? Just enjoy the night.” You uttered in annoyance. 

Those words came back to haunt you when clubgoers were drunkenly stumbling out of the club while the full moon shined down on them. The time was now two in the morning, you weren’t as drunk as you wanted to be due to Hinata’s overprotectiveness. Which ruined your whole vibe for tonight and only was the cause of your bratty attitude as you walked ahead of him towards the car. Ignoring his yells of your name while he was making sure each one of your friends made it safely into the backseat of their designated driver. You tugged his leather jacket on your frame as you could see the familiar tags of your driver’s car. 

Just as you were about to grab the door handle, you felt Hinata grab a hold of your arm. “What the fuck? Did you not hear me calling you? I told you to wait for me.” He argued. “What if somebody approached you? Hm?”

“The car is literally right here. I made it here safely, you don’t need to treat me like a child. Do you want to force-feed me next like a baby bird?“ You asked. 

“I don’t have time for your attitude tonight, just get into the car so you can go home. You had too much to drink, that’s why you’re acting so rational.” Hinata rolled his eyes as he opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in.

“I didn’t even get to drink that much without you lecturing me, Hinata.” You looked at him. “I’m not a child.” 

“You act like one with your prissy attitudes!” Hinata argued back. “You whine, you complain, you throw temper tantrums. Like a fuckin’ child!” 

Your harsh words between each other were gaining attention from drunken clubgoers. The bouncer even glanced in your direction to make sure everything was okay. You leaned against the car, tugging the leather jacket further on your body. The scent of Hinata’s cologne lingering up your nostrils makes you feel intoxicated. 

You weren’t sure if it was due to how close he was standing or how comfortable you were wearing his jacket. You looked up at him with some doe-eyed look, “What are you going to do about it Shoyo?” You questioned.

You let your hand glide across his chest—being sure to toy with the personalized dog tag necklace that immediately notified others which family he was bodyguarding for. 

“Get in the car.” Hinata firmly said as his hand motioned to the car. 

You kissed your teeth before getting into the car, Hinata not far behind you as he got in also. Instead of taking the passenger side seat as he did earlier, he took the seat next to you in the back seat. You stripped off the leather jacket as you leaned back into your seat getting comfortable. Taking off your heels you wore to gaze out the tinted windows as your driver was driving. “Could you turn on the radio and keep your eyes on the road?” Hinata asked the driver. 

“Yes sir.” The driver said. 

Hinata’s words came out more like a demand than a question itself. The driver did what he was told, turning on the radio to a random R&B station and keeping his eyes on the road. Not daring to look away from what was in front of him. 

Your lips parted to complain about how tired you were, but you could only feel Hinata’s harsh yank on your face before his lips were on yours. The taste of the alcohol he consumed clashed with the ones you consumed. His strong arms tugged your closer as the lewd sound of you two making out attempted to overpower the Summer Walker song that was playing on the radio. However, the driver only turned the radio up louder. 

You could feel Hinata’s hands lingering lower in between your thighs. Like a scandalous school girl, your thighs spread apart letting him have more access to make you feel good. The thing is, you weren’t wearing any underwear. Hence the fact that within the night, Hinata found himself tugging your dress down with each movement you’ve made. 

“Did you purposely not wear them?” He questioned after breaking away from the heated kiss. 

“What are you talking about? That doesn’t matter right now,” You leaned in to kiss him again but he stopped you.

“You were trying to get laid tonight, weren’t you?” He asked as he leaned back into his seat.

Now you are getting annoyed. Your eyes rolled at his question even though it was true. “Clearly, that’s what I’m trying to do now.” 

“Good, I would have hated to wait for you to fuck another minute man,” Hinata says as he undoes his pants. 

“Screw you!” You uttered out.

You only gained a hum from Hinata before he’s grasping at you once again to tug you close to him. His pants hanging loosely around his waist. You could get a glance at his dark-colored briefs and his growing erection. His lips crashed upon your once again. The heated kiss not being interrupted by his witty comments or the intruding driver that was trying so hard to not take a peek. Hinata’s hands went between the two of you as he was on top of you. His index and middle finger collect the wetness that was in between your thighs. You moaned into the kiss as Hinata began to move his fingers into a circular motion. Your thighs quivered apart to feel more of his fingers and to bring him closer. The intense feeling of doing this right behind your drive that’s been driving you around for over two years now caused an addicting shiver to travel down your body. Were you insane to continue such a thing with Hinata? Yes. Could this possibly jeopardize his job if your driver snitched back to your dad? Yes. Did you care? No. You could always get another bodyguard. 

“You’re so wet,” Hinata commented when he pulled away. He was completely breathless and his cheeks stained red from the heat of the moment. 

“You should put it in already.” You whined against his teasing touch by his fingers. “Please.” You begged.

Hinata’s fingers rubbed at your clit slowly. His brown eyes stared down at the way your face scrunched up in pure bliss as your head fell back into the cushion of the backseats seat in the Benz. His dick throbbing through his briefs just to feel your cunt clutch around him. “Not until you admit something,” Hinata says. 

Your teeth grazed at your lower lip as your eyes glanced down at the space in between your bodies. He was no longer massaging the sensitive bud in between your thighs, but instead shuffling to tug down his boxers. Your eyes nearly bulged out your head when you saw his thick cock spring out. You could feel the warmth of his cock resting on your stomach as your dress was pushed fully up around your waist. 

“And that thing is?” You asked as you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat.

Why did seeing the size of his dick make you nervous? This wasn’t like you, especially considering the countless jokes you’ve made about his height in your group chat and when you guys bickered. 

“Do you like me?” Hinata cheekily asked. His hand once again goes in between your bodies to guide his cock to your entrance. 

“What?” You questioned.

The teasing feeling of his tip collecting the wetness in between your drooling cunt caused you to relax in the backseat of the car. “Do you like me more than me just being your bodyguard?” Hinata asked. 

You lifted your head to inch your face closer to his. Your lips were barely touching his. If you concentrated hard enough, you could even smell the scent of the alcohol he was sipping on throughout the night on his lips.“Sorry, I’m not into short guys.” You said before letting your head fall back into the seat below your body. 

You watched as Hinata’s facial expression changed into the most annoyed look. His lips parted to spit out an audacious comment, but instead, they curved into a wicked grin before he pushed his cock fully inside you. So mean to not give you time to adjust to his size. Your thighs quivered under his body with each rock of his hips. If this was any other guy, you would instantly demand him to take his time. But this was Hinata. The guy who rolled his eyes when you said something snarky at him. The guy you gave a wrong location to, just so he can leave you alone. Perhaps, he was just growing tired of you and your bratty ways. 

The wet squelching noise was like music to Hinata’s ears. Similar to a puzzle piece that was missing to complete a puzzle, that was how Hinata felt at the moment with his cock inside of you. With your slick staining the backseats with each thrust, Hinata looked down at you like some type of god. “Look at you—cat’s got your tongue now?” He questioned bucking his hips forward once more, gaining a yelp from you. 

Your hand went up to your mouth as your cheeks burnt in embarrassment, completely muffling your moans since it seemed the music that was playing on the radio wasn’t doing it. But you were quick to spit something back at Hinata, “Screw you!” You said through moans. 

Those two words left your tongue and with quickness, Hinata tugged his cock right out of you. You felt empty without it until you could feel him slapping his heavy cock on your cunt. His hand held it so effortlessly although it was so big. Your mind kept asking yourself how can someone his size carry something so heavy. You could feel his perfect mushroom-shaped tip brushing against your entrance. 

“Please.” You whined, hips bucking eagerly for more.

“You won’t act like a fuckin’ brat anymore, right?” Hinata asked as you could feel him prompt your leg on his shoulder. 

“I can’t promise you that,” You huffed.

Hinata only hummed at your response. His hand goes up to your mouth. “Spit.” He said. 

You did what you were told, hawking up a decent amount of spit that he used to coat his cock even though he knew your pussy was already ready for him to slide right back in. Your golden diamond anklet brushed against his earlobe as he pushed himself inside you bit by bit. His eyes are glued on your pussy watching the way you swallow him whole with each thrust. He was completely mesmerized and pussy drunk at the moment while the car was practically speeding down the freeway. One hand gripping at your thigh to keep you in place, while the other was grasping on the seat to keep his balance. His hips thrusting only continued until you were a moaning mess. Drool dripping out your mouth, eyes lollies in the back of your head, and your hand went up to stop his aggressive thrusting. 

Now you were asking yourself how could he fuck you like he hated and like he was expressing some unspoken feelings at the same time? 

The pornographic sound of skin slapping against each other tried its hardest to overpower the music that was playing. Your lips intertwined with each other as you muffled each other moans. Your fingers combed through his hair as you could feel his thrusting moving a little slower. A little sloppier. He pulled away from the heated kiss, letting your one leg (that shaking uncontrollable) down. Hips crashing forward just to feel more of your tight walls clutching around his thick cock. His balls grew heavy each time the tip of his dick touch that one spot that had you calling out his name. “Fuck—I may not find you so bratty after all.” He uttered through his coherent groans. 

You could hear the GPS state that your destination was just two minutes away. Like a rabid wolf in heat, Hinata placed the same fingers that were rubbing at your puffy lips earlier into his mouth. His fingertips that were coated with his saliva went to rub your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt how soothing his motions were on your throbbing bud. The fiery pit that bubbled in the pit of your stomach was so intense that you could feel your eyes water. Your perfectly manicured fingernails were digging into Hinata’s forearm so hard that you knew it was going to leave a mark. You were so close to cumming and you knew Hinata was too. 

For the first time in a while, you felt that pit burst so powerful that you’re pretty sure the only thing that was spilling out your mouth was Hinata’s name and the command for him to cum in you. You were so into the moment that you didn’t even care to trap the young man from running around the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock. The heel of your foot pressed in his lower back as his face fell in the crook of your neck. With his head in the crook of your neck and with each sloppy thrust, if you listened closely you could even hear the orange-haired gentleman speaking in his native tongue. The two of you came from the filthiest high of intermingling with each until Hinata cum filled you up to the brim just in time to pull up in front of your apartment building. 

“We’re uh—at the destination ma’am.” Your driver said. 

In the split moment, Hinata lifted his head from the crook of your neck and his eyes met yours. His cheeks were stained with a crimson color of exhaustion and busting a nut. You could feel the coolness of the silver dog tag pendant that hung around Hinata’s neck and you could only stare up at him in complete shock. The pad of Hinata’s thumb wiped away a tear that went down your cheek and when you felt his comforting touch, you instantly pushed him off finally realizing what the two of you had just done. A Drake song played on the radio while the two of you were shuffling to fix the way you looked. 

You felt embarrassed. How could you let him humble you like this? Your skin felt like you were running a fever. Your legs felt like they were burning from doing a leg workout. If you weren’t clamping your thighs shut tight, Hinata’s cum most likely would have dripped down your thighs. Your head fell back as you could hear Hinata casually thank the driver for his time tonight before he got out. You also noticed he gave a couple of hundred-dollar bills to the driver also.

Cheeky bastard, you thought to yourself. 

You could hear your side of the car door open up and you instantly glared at him. “I can’t just get up.” You complained. 

“If you walk fast enough people won’t even notice it dripping down your thighs” Hinata admitted as he gave you a grin. 

“I hate you.” You uttered as you grabbed his leather jacket and got out of the car. 

He just gave you possibly the best sex you’ve experienced and now giving you witty comments as if he didn’t break a sweat at all. 

“I love you too. Remember, you have morning brunch with your mother that I will be escorting you guys to because Aone’s off tomorrow.” You heard Hinata say as you were walking inside your apartment building.

Even though you had his cum dribbling down your smooth thighs at the moment, you still couldn’t help but laugh to yourself about the situation. Perhaps, Hinata Shoyo actually could handle you as your father said. 

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[separatismlite]

Whiskeys made by Craftswomen

American and Canadian Whiskeys

Uncle Nearest- by Victoria Eady Butler. She is credited as the first black female master blender. An exceedingly popular tennesee whiskey with a story. Supposedly the recipe was that of an emancipated slaved named Nearest who taught Jack Daniel to filter whiskey through charcoal. https://www.foodandwine.com/cocktails-spirits/whisky/uncle-nearest-victoria-butler. (Uncle Nearest also has a femlale founder and CEO: Fawn Weaver)

George Dickel- by Nicole Austin. Although George Dickel is generally a Tennessee whiskey brand, Nicole is responsible for the creation of the brand's bourbon-styled gold label. Its got a smooth and funky taste with just a hint of charcoal finish from the characteristic filtration.

Old Forester- by Jackie Zykan. Old Forester boasts being the first bottled bourbon on the market. If you want to get really into bourbons I recommend this one just because they have a huge product line. You could be sipping her bourbons for months.

Bulleit - by Eboni Major. I included Bulleit because it is in fact made by a woman's hands and moreover a black woman which I (and Im sure others) think is important HOWEVER be forewarned: Hollis Bulleit, lesbian daughter of the Bulleit family and brand ambassador alleges that her whiskey family fired her for being gay. As such, I never recommend that people buy this bourbon. I only think Eboni is making a major and commendable contribution to bourbon history.

Maker's Mark- by Jane Bowie. Maker's Mark is what's known as a "wheater" bourbon. Meaning that after the "at least 51% corn" is reached the next highest ingredient is wheat lending what some say is a sweeter taste. As director of innovation Jane is largely responsible for Makers Mark offshoots like the private barrel select and wood finishing series.

Widow Jane - by Lisa Roper Wicker who acts as President, head distiller, and head blender. This one is based out of New York but still has the limestone water traditional of bourbons.

Michters - by Andrea Wilson. Andrea is a chemical engineer involved in all aspects of the Michter's process. Her line is also some of the best Ive had. The bourbon is smooth and full-bodied, the rye is the most approachable rye Ive tasted with strong tobacco notes, and the sour mash is funky with subtle banana notes.

Blue Run- by Shaylyn Gammon. She previously worked with Wild Turkey and created Russell's Reserve 13 year old bourbon. Its a new move to Blue Run but Im eagerly awaiting what she puts out.

Crown Royal- by Joanna Scandella. Crown Royal is probably the most recognized Canadian whiskey brand. The brand's Northern Harvest Rye in particular is Joanna's baby. It is a throwback to Canadian whiskey's history as a predominantly rye mashbill.

Scotch and Irish Whiskey

Bushmills - by Helen Mulholland. Shes been with the company for more than 20 years! In fact she is the first female master blender in all of Irish whiskey history. Bushmills is apparently the oldest whiskey distiller in the world and the only one to be using all malted barley.

Glendronach, BenRiach, and Glenglassaugh - by Dr. Rachel Barrie. Originally a chemist, Rachel has worked in scotch whiskey for nearly 30 years previously at Ardbeg, Glenmorangie, and Bowmore. In particular she worked on the total relaunch of BenRiach's line. Fair warning being single malts these scotches are an investment.

Buchanan's - by Maureen Robinson. Being a blended scotch Buchananan's is more affordable.

Johnnie Walker- by Emma Walker. This is another blended scotch likely best known in the category. Red Rye Finish is Emma's baby so called because the scotch is finished in rye barrels. Jane Walker I believe was also released to commemerate Emma's addition to the team and is supposedly made by her.

Please let me know if I left anyone out. I'm not from Ireland or Scotland where likely there are more products available. Also there may be local (to you) female-made whiskeys that are not available im my area that I am happy to add!

[itcars]

First Look: The Aston Martin DBX Bowmore Edition

Aston Martin’s SUV, the DBX, has been revealed in an exclusive ‘Q by Aston Martin’ specification to celebrate the brand’s innovative partnership with legendary single malt whisky distillery, Bowmore.

The striking Aston Martin DBX Bowmore Edition has been created by the marque’s personalization service, Q by Aston Martin, in celebration of the partnership between the two British luxury brands. Just 18 special edition Bowmore DBX’s will be built before they are delivered to customers at a private lifestyle experience in Scotland.

The Bowmore DBX is enrobed in a striking paint color, named Bowmore Blue, an existing archive color which has been brought back exclusively by Q by Aston Martin for this car. Customers will have the option to choose an alternative exterior paint color should they so wish. Xenon Grey paint, which displays a blue metallic fleck throughout, will be offered as an additional exterior option. Bowmore-branded copper inlays using copper from the original whisky still have been used to accent the side strakes of the DBX, as a nod to the traditions maintained by the company.

Optional black brake calipers provide a subtlety to the smoked wheels and the overall elegance of the exterior is highlighted by both script and wing Aston Martin badges and Q by Aston Martin fender badges.

Customers can choose either the Obsidian Monotone or Copper Tan Metallic/Obsidian Duotone interior, both choices accented throughout by flashes of Bowmore Tweed, reflecting the company’s Islay ancestry. Created by the world-renowned Islay Woollen Mill, which was first established in 1883, the subtle and sophisticated design, incorporates copper and blue inspired by the island’s terroir and lochs, making it inherently unique to Bowmore and its island home.

In addition, the interior holds many Q by Aston Martin design details such as polished copper cupholders, and sill plaques, made of recycled copper from the original Bowmore still. The gloss black center console trim inlay features bespoke hand-laid, copper foil detailing. Each car comes with a selection of specially designed Q by Aston Martin accessories such as a Bowmore tweed picnic blanket and leather holdall.

Launched in 2019, DBX celebrates the Aston Martin design language in a new form. With a unique body architecture engineered just for DBX, the design and proportions reflect unmistakable style. The 5-seater SUV provides a world of luxury, and features a 4.0-litre twin-turbo V8, tuned to deliver 550PS and 700Nm of torque, providing the exhilaration of a modern GT. While it’s not a traditional Aston Martin sports car, the DBX is everything an Aston Martin should be: beautiful, hand-built and technologically-advanced.

Each of the 18 Bowmore DBX owners will be invited to an exclusive Aston Martin Art of Living experience in Scotland.  Guests will travel to Edinburgh where they will be presented with their own special edition DBX, before embarking on a 170-mile road trip through the spectacular Scottish countryside, taking in Loch Lomond and the Trossachs National Park before driving onto the ferry bound for Islay.

Alongside a trip to Islay Woollen Mill and fine-dining throughout their three-night stay, owners will be treated to a private tour of the Bowmore Distillery. During this very special tour they will have the opportunity to hand-fill their own bottle of a 39 year-old, specially selected Bowmore straight from the cask.  They will also be given exclusive access to the No 1 Vaults the oldest maturation warehouse in the world which has played host to a number of VIP’s over the years, including members of the Royal Family.

Aston Martin’s unique partnership with Bowmore has already created ‘Black Bowmore DB5 1964’, bringing together an exceptional single malt and a genuine piston from the legendary Aston Martin DB5. As the two iconic brands continue to collaborate, further luxury products and incredible lifestyle experiences will follow.

The Q by Aston Martin DBX Bowmore Edition is on sale globally now and customer deliveries will take place in Q4 2021.

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[fortheloveoffanfic]

Flirt

Keanu Reeves x reader. Drabble. (Based on this ask from earlier today. This is my take on the ‘imagine’ part.)

Warnings- flirting/seducing (I guess)

The bar was crowded and low lit. The place reeked of expensive booze and the establishment was packed. Keanu had long broken away from the crowd he’d arrived with; some of the cast and crew from the movie he was working with. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with them, but he couldn’t really pay attention to what they were talking about, and half of them had scattered to the dance floor anyway. From his seat at the bar, turned so one of his arms were planted on the varnished counter top, his fingers circled around a crystal tumbler of whiskey, he could see her. And Keanu knew that she saw him too.

She was perched, back straight, exuding confidence on a bar stool just about three seats over. Most of her hair was swept away from her face and when the woman crossed her legs, her tight black dress was pulled higher up her thigh, further exposing her smooth legs. While most of her long hair was swept over one shoulder, a few wispy strands brushed her generously exposed cleavage. 

Taking a sip from her martini, she held his gaze, almost challenging him to approach her. Though, after a minute, she smirked, before turning her face away.

Taking that as his cue, Keanu slid off the stool, swiping up his glass before sauntering over to her, easily maneuvering the crowd. "Hey," he offered his hand, leaning on the counter again. Up close, she was even more beautiful than he'd realized, "Keanu."

She took his offered her, her own which felt small and dainty in his, "Y/n," she tilted her head, exposing her slender neck, "It's very nice to meet you, Keanu." He wasn't sure if it was on purpose, but when his name left her plump, cherry red lips, Y/n enunciated every syllable, almost drawing him in with just the way she said it.

He wondered how she'd sound screaming it while he fucked her senseless.

When Y/n pulled her hand away, she made sure that the motion was exaggerated so that her warmth would linger on his palm. "So," he began, cocking a half smile, "Are you here alone?"

"Oh yes," she nodded, her dark, lustful gaze guarded by her long, thick lashes. The space between them was brief, and Y/n used the proximity to lightly trail the tip of her toes along his leg, applying enough pressure for him to feel it through his jeans, but enough to make her movements rigid, "I was," Y/n continued, leaning forward a little. The smell of her expensive perfume was more intoxicating than any alcohol that he'd had that night and in that position, her full breasts were on further display, "But now you're here. Lucky me," her grin widened, seductive and enticing.

Keanu huffed a quiet chuckle, mirroring Y/n when her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, "Lucky you," he repeated, almost as if he were entranced by her siren song.

Y/n passed her manicured hand over her neck; the nails of her pointer finger gently grazing her skin as it slid down, her fingers traveling down to close around the delicate looking pendant that sat comfortably between her breasts. With her free hand, she reached over to grab his arm, the leather of his jacket cool under her touch, her eyebrows raising appreciatively when she squeezed his firm bicep, "Do you wanna get out of here Keanu? My place is only a block away."

Interested, but not wanting to seem too eager, Keanu chuckled again, taking a step closer, "Why don't I finish my drink first?"

Licking her lips again, Y/n smirked wickedly, letting her necklace go only to snatch up Keanu's glass, knocking back the rest of his whiskey in one swing, not even flinching as it went down, "Bowmore 15, good taste," she hummed, "But now that your drink is finished; shall we?"

Keanu signaled over the bartender, closing off both their tabs, before helping Y/n off the stool, his hand secured low on her back, "Let's go."

*****

tagging- @harrisongslimited​ 

[manofmanytastes]

Once-in-a-Lifetime Black Bowmore Single-Malt Whisky Set Sells for $730,000

[sparklespiff]

A Non-Exhaustive Report of Miracles Performed by the Principality Aziraphale, in the Twelve Hours After [Redacted], Forwarded to the Archangel Gabriel

Table for two (2), The Ritz Restaurant, London

Water to wine, 1811 Chateau d'Yquem

Water to single malt scotch whisky, Black Bowmore 1964 First Edition

Creation of one (1) four-poster bed, king size, with silk sheets

Creation of one (1) bowl containing whipped cream

Creation of one (1) bowl containing caramel sauce

Genital reconfiguration

Genital reconfiguration, refractory period not included

Creation of handcuffs, two sets

Banishment of handcuffs, two sets

Creation of one (1) bowl containing organic strawberries

Genital reconfiguration, snake

Genital reconfiguration, human, including self-lubricating asshole *Note: Not standard equipment

[greatdrams]

Bowmore® and Aston Martin unveil first collaboration https://greatdrams.com/bowmore-and-aston-martin-unveil-first-collaboration/

Bowmore® and Aston Martin unveil first collaboration

1964 provides inspiration to showcase craftsmanship and innovation to unite Black Bowmore and the Aston Martin DB5

[renee-writer]

Serial Killer Chapter 6 Frustration

“F*ck!” Jamie is frustrated. Five bodies. Not one thing in common other then being raped and dead. Men and women. Different ages. Different life circumstances. A homeless man, a nurse, a tourist, a working girl, and, the latest, a lawyer. The missing piece isn't in the victims. It seems they are victims of opportunity.

He is crafty but stupid, leaving his semen. Unfortunately, ge isn’t in the system. That is the most frightening thing of all. This isn’t someone who just started. He has been killing for awhile. The fact he hasn't been caught yet is a major concern.

“Nothing new in the lawyer's autopsy?” he asks Angus.

“Yes. Seems he had the poor bugger preform oral sex on him before killing him.”

“Bloody hell. I need a drink. Off to Mackenzie Pub. I won’t be long.”

“Aye.”

His Uncle Column runs Mackenzie Pub while working with his brother, Dougal at Scotland Yard. Jamie had, of course, been urged to join the Yard too. He had politely refused. He couldn’t live that far away from his mam and sister. He wasn’t a farmer but a cop true but still a family man.

He sits sipping a dram of bowmore. Several women eye him but he politely ignores them. He loves women but doesn’t date. Most women couldn’t handle his job. He had went out with a wee blond that his mam had set him up with. They didn’t get past the first date. He has come to understand that it isn’t worth it besides, his job consumes him. There is no room for a woman.

Claire’s Matron job is more challenging then being a ward Sister. She works plenty of nights and weekends to Black Jack's delight. What doesn’t thrill him is the fact he has to work too. Fortunately, Frank had been an organized man. He had years of lesson plans. Enough to get Black Jack by.

He is sitting at his( Frank's) desk going through some of them when Frank's publisher calls. He reminds the man he assumes to be his client that the first draft of the book is due soon. He promises to get it to him soon.

“His bloody book.” He mumbles after he rings off. “My great- nephew was a fool. Scotland as the victim. England as the aggressor. What type of English man was he?”

The tone would never do. It would have to reflect what Black Jack knew to be true. That Scotland was full of barbarians. The fact that he doesn’t see himself as such shows the depth of his narcissism. “Well, it will give me chances to find playthings.” He is starting to get hungry again. But, in the meantime.

He doesn’t understand the TV or most of the strange modern things. The bloody thing does help with his hunger though. The murders they show, especially on the horror movies, get him as hard as steel. He loves watching while stroking himself. Claire has yet to notice. He mainly watches while she is away. Like tonight. The sounds of screams fire his blood as he massages his cock and bawls. He cries out himself when he cum's. He goes to turn the thing off after cleaning up when the top news story catches his eye.

It is about the murders in Oxford. They are discussing his first two playthings. It exites him again even as he knows he must be more careful. Claire comes in and he turns it off. She has brought Chinese food and they eat while talking.

“My publisher called. I need to do some further research. The Paisley Abbey has some information I need. I would like to go there tomorrow.”

“That is fine. I would like to do some shopping their myself.”

“Perfect.” He agrees. He is sure to find a new plaything there.

[maltmemorandum]

- Best 36 drams of the year 2019 -

Brora 1981 19 year old The Bottlers.

Clynelish 1972 32 year old Greek Alphabet Series The Whisky Exchange.

Clynelish 1972 34 year old Single Malt of Scotland Speciality Drinks.

Glen Ord 1975 16 year old The Manager's Dram.

Westport 1995 21 year old 横濱ウヰスキー倶楽部.

Balvenie 1974 25 year old Single Barrel Cask #10156.

BenRiach 1976 35 year old KINKO’s 2nd Release.

GlenBurgie 1998 20 year old Kingsbury for Bar Helmsdale.

GlenDullan 1965 23 year old Cadenhead for Mizuhashi.

GlenKeith 1992 21 year old for Bar Tirtha Yokohama.

Linkwood 1983 17 year old Cask Strength.

Longmorn 1996 22 year old Signatory Vintage for Bar Campbeltown Loch 20th Anniversary.

Longmorn 1971 28 year old Scott’s Selection.

StrathIsla 1972 21 year old Gordon & MacPhail.

GlenFarClas 1989 29 year old 'Black George Label' for Bar Livet.

Speyside Region 1973 43 year old Liquid Tresures.

Tamdhu 1967 32 year old for Bar Helmsdale.

SpringBank 1967 34 year old Hart Brothers.

Longrow 1993 13 year old Cask Strength Cask 635.

Bowmore 1995 23 year old 'Nostalgic 70's Flavor' Wemyss for Taiwan.

Bruichladdich ‪2010-2016 5‬ year old PB for Artisan Restaurant Wishow / Blood Tub Cask.

Caol Ila 1990 28 year old Hand Filled for Feis Ila 2019.

Caol Ila 1974 23 year old Kingsbury.

Lagavurin 25 year old 200th Anniversary.

Laphroaig 1966 31 year old Cask #1098 Signatory Vintage.

Highland Park 1972 21 year ald Authentic Collection Cadenhead.

Talisker 1952 21 year old Connoisseur's Choice Gordon & MacPhail.

Ballantine's Finest Bot.1950s.

Irish 1988 26 year old 'La dame aux camelia' The Perfect Dram The Whisky Agency.

Sullivan's Cove American Oak Single Cask HH0351.

Chichibu Ichiro’s Malt 2011 8 year old Malt Dream Cask Bar Lemon Heart Label for TMC.

Hanyu Ichoro's malt 1988 17 year old Vintage Single Malt.

Mars Maltage 3 Plus 25 year old 3rd Ediiton.

Yoichi 1991 20 year old Single Cask for EU Exclusive.

Yamazaki 1993 16 year old The Owner's Cask for Bar Tenderly.

Hibiki 17 year old 50.5.

[johnnyprimecc]

🥃 CHEERS TO YOU SCOTCH LOVERS 🥃 It's WHISKY Wednesday, and today I'm celebrating Scotch whisky. Scotch is my favorite spirit, especially in the cold weather months. I was bummed that I didn't have a bottle from every region on hand, but I had Islay, the Islands, the Highlands and Speyside in great representations. Missing was Campbeltown and the Lowlands. I'll have to remedy that with some @Springbank1828 and @Auchentoshan, respectively. In this video I'm drinking 2oz each of 4 really delicious bottles: @Bowmore Black Rock (Islay), @Talisker 10yr (Islands), @USMacallan 12yr double wood (Highlands), and @GlenfiddichUS Fire & Cane (Speyside). @glenfiddichwhisky @the_macallan #scotch #whisky #whiskey #scotchwhisky #whiskywednesday #whiskeywednesday #speyside #highlands #lowlands #campbeltown #islay #scotland #singlemalt #singlemaltwhisky #singlemaltscotch #drinking #imbibe #thirsty #draaaaanks #cocktail #alcohol #cocktails #ontherocks #booze #its5oclocksomewhere #itsfiveoclocksomewhere #cheers #happyhour #shots #🥃 (at Johnny Prime's Steak Reviews) https://www.instagram.com/p/B22MhwbHJ-g/?igshid=1klasbutj7b57

[alleiradayne]

Secret Agent Man

Summary: Sam and Natalie reunite in The Continental Hotel. Square Filled: Spy AU Warnings/Tags: Lotsa floofs, some sexiness Characters/Pairings: Sam Winchester/Natalie Murphy Word Count: 1,616 A/N:  For @spnfluffbingo2019. Think John Wick, Sam and Natalie are spies/hitmen that have worked together for years. They’ve also competed for contracts, but always managed to leave things quite amorous between one another. Song: Secret Agent Man by Johnny Rivers

The speakeasy; alcohol at cost, ornate furniture, hazy air, and a wait staff available for your every vice. The Continental Hotel cut no corners. Nor should it. Not for the price paid by its clientele. If you needed to go into hiding for a week, the Continental had you covered. If you needed to blow off some steam—either by kicking the shit out of someone or fucking your brains out—the Continental had people at your disposal. If you were like Natalie Murphy, and all you needed was a stiff drink and some goddamn peace and quiet, they had the best liquor money could buy and nobody would bother you. And, so, Natalie sat in her wing-back leather chair, keen to be left alone as she drowned her last job in a sea of brown liquor. No negotiations. No meetings. No interruptions.

“Mind if I join you?”

Okay. Maybe one interruption. For his baritone, she could make an exception.

“That depends, Mr. Winchester. What do you—”

The heavy glass tumbler of scotch thumped to the table as Sam Winchester leaned over her shoulder. “You look ravishing, as always.” A tender kiss met her cheek and lingered before he parted from her.

If you wanted honest compliments, hours of conversation, long legs, hazel eyes, dimples for days, and sex you'd feel a week later, you called Sam Winchester. Not to mention he knew his way around a sniper rifle.

“Why, thank you, Sam. Good to see you in one piece, as always,” Natalie chimed. “What brings you back around, sweetheart?”

Sam rounded the tiny coffee table and took up a seat on a mismatched chaise, left elbow propped on the arm as he leaned towards her. The small lounge droned with hushed conversation and subtle music, and golden lamplight illuminated the gorgeous smile on his lips. Trim grey suit hugged his broad shoulders, narrowed at his hips, and elongated his already long legs. Despite the awkward seating, Sam sat regal as a king on the chaise, legs crossed, broad shoulders pulled back, and spine strait as an arrow.

Natalie consumed him, head to toe and back again when he remained silent. His devious grin warmed her belly much like her scotch, smooth as she swallowed it down her throat. She had missed something. Narrowed eyes and a sideways glare scrutinized his inquisitive smirk, but she found nothing in his soft gaze. Then her eyes snapped to his feet and there she found an obnoxious pair of ornate black brogues.

“Sam,” she sighed. “Really?”

“You know how I hate to ask,” he muttered into his drink. “Be a doll and give me a hand?”

Natalie leaned over the arm of her chair, her face inches from his. “What's in it for me?”

“The usual,” Sam started with a coy smirk, “money, revenge, networking, the chance to work with me again.”

She pouted, her bottom lip stuck out as she teased him. “I can get those things anywhere. And what makes you think I like working with you?”

Callused fingers curled her hair behind her ear, and Natalie gathered all her willpower not to react. “I recall a number of nights involving extra-curricular activities after completing a hit. I could refresh your memory if you join in my room tonight,” he said as his gaze fell to her lips for a heartbeat, then returned to her eyes. “We can go over the logistics of this mark, too.”

Nobody had a right to smile the way Sam Winchester smiled at her. “Logistics,” she breathed. “Right. Already got a plan?”

Sam nodded. “Almost. Needs another set of eyes on it before I'm comfortable.”

Despite her best effort, Natalie grinned. “Alright, Mr. Winchester. I think I can accommodate you.”

His pleased hum sang like the sweetest music. “Excellent. It will be quite thrilling to work with you again. You are the consummate marksman.”

Natalie snorted into her drink. “Now you're just trying to butter me up. I already said I'd help you.”

“No, Ms. Murphy,” he said as his hand enveloped hers. “I mean it. You are always a pleasure to work with. Discrete, efficient, and a master of the craft. I came to you first not only because I know you would get the job done, but because I thoroughly love working with you.”

Oh, he was laying it on thick. Either he desperately needed her help, or he desperately wanted to get laid. “You’re not too bad yourself.” Natalie said, “I kinda miss having you around. You know, to lift things.”

Sam smiled at that as his eyes listed to his feet. “I can lift a great many things, that is true. Like bodies. I am particularly gifted at lifting bodies,” he said as he teased the back of her hand with delicate fingertips. “Conscious, consenting bodies, that is.”

Natalie thanked the poor lighting of the lounge, lest Sam see the pink hue across her cheeks. She had missed working with him for several reasons. Sure, sign her up for all the delicious sex the Continental offered. But Sam Winchester offer much more than a steady gun on her six, or a post-mark coital playmate.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You,” she stated. “Why do you come to me for help? There are better spies out there.”

Sam’s raptor-like glare sharpened to a point between his knotted brow. “I disagree. As I said, you are a professional, and I love watching you work in all facets of the job. A job that seems to have included seducing me.”

A distraction, she needed a distraction immediately, before her read her like an open book. She threw back her head as she finished the dredges of her original drink, then hefted the glass Sam had place before her. With a short sip, the liquor coated her tongue and warmed her throat. Her eyes widened as the flavors settled; subtle smoke, sweet, with a hint of sherry. A deep breath finalized the succulent sample in a rich flourish of oak.

“You did not.”

Sam held out his hand and, as if summoned with magic, a large dark brown bottle of Bowmore manifested in the hands of a server. “I did.” He motioned to the server who then handed her the bottle.

With great care, Natalie cradled the bottle as she examined it. “I owe you. That’s not a cheap pour.”

“Neither is the bottle,” he started as he leaned to her and spoke, voice barely above a whisper. “Besides, there is something else of yours I would rather have than the money I spent.”

Her eyes snapped to his, only then to notice the server had left them. Alone. With a thirty-thousand-dollar bottle of Scotch. Between him and the bottle, Natalie struggled with where to look.

“Consider it a wedding gift.”

She couldn’t help herself. “You know, usually people date for a while before they get married. And one person actually asks the other if they even want to.”

Sam smiled as he grasped the neck of the bottle. With his eyes still on hers, he said, “I suppose I can drink this by my—”

“You will not, Samuel Winchester,” Natalie hissed as she snatched the bottle from him.

“So, is that a ye—”

Her lips landed on his without a single thought. Fuck the future. Fuck the job. Fuck everything in their wretched little world. The only thing that mattered to her at that moment was that Sam Winchester loved her like she had always loved him.

When Natalie parted from him, Sam laughed a breath through his nose. “So, about that job…”

Natalie stood with a huff as she grabbed her bag and her drink, the bottle cradled in the crook of her arm. Sam had remained seated, unmoving but for the curious quirk of his head. “Do you want my help or not?”

Hands on his knees, he stood, then wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he stepped beside her. “Thank you, Natalie.”

“Don’t thank me quite yet,” she warned as they headed for the elevator. “I have no idea what kind of mess you’ve roped me into.”

“Your favorite kind of mess,” Sam teased. “We need a honeypot.”

At the elevator, Natalie punched the call button. “That’s worse than get help.”

“Not for me, it isn’t,” Sam laughed as they entered the elevator. He thumbed the button for the twentieth floor and the doors closed.

“Right,” Natalie stated with a flat glare as the elevator shuttered into motion. “You do nothing but watch me work.”

“Exactly.”

Wicked man. They rode the elevator in silence, but when they reached the twentieth floor, her curiosity got the better of her. “Why is that so entertaining to you?”

Through the hallways, Sam led them to his room. With a wave of his hand, the handle clicked, and he pushed the door wide. Once inside, Natalie unburdened herself, scotch set on the bar and her bag left on an overstuffed chair. “Are you going to answer my question or--”

As she turned to him, Sam loosened his tie and stripped it from his neck. With measured steps, he neared her as he said, “I enjoy watching you seduce bumbling fools because I know that, at the end of the day, I will be the one that takes care of you.” Over her head, he looped his tie and wrapped it around her waist, then pulled her flush to his chest. “What do you say? Still want to give me a hand?”

A small smile crooked the corners of her lips. “On one condition.”

“Anything for you, Natalie.”

She had hoped he might say that.

“After this, we have a real wedding.”

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Bowmore x Aston Martin Black DB5 1964 Whisky