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daydreaming-nerd · 6 months ago

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Our Girl (Bat Boys! x Female! Reader) Rhysand's Part

First part

AN: Sorry I've been a little MIA, I've been going through a lot and struggling to find time to write. But I just busted this out and I love it.

Summary (Series): When Rhysand becomes High Lord the boys find themselves too busy and too well known to visit their local pleasure house. So they hire the reader to to satisfy their needs.

This fic: Rhys seeks his revenge from the last encounter he had with you and his brothers. HEAVILY BASED OFF THIS FANART

Warnings: sub/dom dynamic, dirty talk, degradation, cock warming, cum eating, (i think that's it, as always lmk if I missed anything)

Word count: 3,100

The past week or so had been nothing but bliss. I spent every morning curled up on my chaise lounge reading a book and eating whatever home cooked breakfast that was brought to me. It was just as I had dreamed, silk pajamas and expensive champagne, sleeping in and spa treatments.

Rhys and his “brothers” had been extremely busy the past couple of days, I hadn’t yet seen them since the first night we spent together. I hadn’t heard from them either, but as long as the gold in my account kept being accepted at every manner of boutique and fancy restaurants I didn’t much care when my services were needed.

I made my way through the townhouse and to my room, bags in hand and hair freshly done. I had spent the day at the hair salon and decided it would be a crime to return straight home with a fresh blowout, so I treated myself to lunch and of course some shopping as well.

When I returned to my room I found a black box waiting for me on my too large bed. Setting the bags aside I made a beeline to the mysterious box tossing the lid open with little care. My eyes went wide at what I saw inside. A babydoll made of deep purple lace and a silky mesh lay in the box. It was beautiful, but that wasn’t the lingerie that made me lose my breath, it was the diamond necklace that lay on top of it.

I picked up both gifts prompting a note to tumble out of the folds,

Your presence is requested by your High Lord…

There was no doubt in my mind that Rhysand was the one to send such a lavish gift. While I’m sure Cassian and Azriel were paid handsomely I could buy a house or two with this necklace.

I wasted no time changing into the attire Rhys had bought for me. I wondered if this would be a recurring thing for him. He had told Cassian and Azriel they could dress me however they pleased, but none had yet to take advantage of it.

I tiptoe down the hall to where I can practically feel his power seeping through the door. He had been holed up in his office all week. There were times I thought to check on him, offer him some release or even some company, but I didn’t want to pester him and lose my paycheck.

My hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment before closing around it and pushing the door open. I find Rhysand in the exact same place he was when I first came here, hunched over stacks of papers and drinking a whiskey on the rocks.

“There you are,” he says low, rising from his plush chair, his presence making me feel small. “Do you know what I was reading over?” he asks, waving a piece of paper in the air.

“No my lord,” I reply and I don’t miss the glimmer in his eye as I utter the familiar name he claimed to love so much.

“This, little one,” he smirks, further closing the distance between us. “Is your bank statement.” he smiles tossing the paper on a nearby chair.

My blood runs cold. Had I spent too much? Did I overdraft my account somehow? I was sure I hadn’t spent that much money in the past week.

“200 gold marks at Rita’s for dinner last night,” he states, coming behind me pulling my hair to the side so he has access to my neck.

“300 gold marks at a boutique, 100 marks buying lacy underthings and another 100 gold marks buying shoes.” he smirks, placing kisses on my neck as he lists every expense.

“I-I’m sorry did I overdraft my account? I can return the shoes, or the ‘lacy underthings’ as you so call them?” I wince praying I’m not about to get fired.

“If you take back those lacy underthings you will be fired,” he chuckles, resting his hands on my hips.

I mentally curse myself for forgetting his ability to pry into my mind, but I stop kicking myself the moment he kisses that sensitive spot underneath my ear.

“On the contrary, little one. You aren’t spending enough of my money.” he smiles, brushing a hand over the lace covering my breasts and up to my necklace. “I thought you could use some help.”

“They’re beautiful my lord,” I breathe, feeling him lick a stripe up the column of my neck.

“The next time I fuck you I want you dripping in diamonds and jewels that I bought you, is that clear?” he asks smugly and I swear if he wasn’t bracing his hands on my hips my legs would’ve buckled.

“Yes my lord,” I breathe leaning into his touch as I feel him smirk against the shell of my ear

“Good girl,” he praises me and I feel my stomach flutter once more. “Now I have unfinished business with you.” he growls and my eyes snap open as his hand traces around my necklace.

“You see last time I was denied you, I had to watch my brothers fuck and fill what’s mine and I didn’t like it very much.” he says dangerously low as his fingers dance over the diamonds around my neck. “Who put this pretty little collar around your neck?”

“You did my lord,” I breathe as he turns to face me.

“That’s right I did,” he smiles tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. “And whose money do you spend all around town on expensive wine and shoes?”

“Yours,” I say, my love drunk eyes boring into his.

“Good girl,” Rhys smirks, dragging a thumb over my lips. “Now I have need of you but, I’m not done with work.” he says, dropping his hand from my face, making me miss the contact already.

He strolls around the desk and sits down on his ornate chair again. Part of me wondered what his throne looked like if this was just the chair to his office. I hear his belt unbuckling as he frees himself from his slacks, standing tall, proud and practically throbbing for attention.

“Come here little one,” he croons as he tugs his cock a couple times in his hand, getting it hard and ready for me.

I approach him smoothly, I think he wants me under his desk with my mouth on his cock but the second I’m within arms reach of him I feel his hands on my hips. The next thing I know he’s slipping me on his cock like I’m nothing more than a cock sleeve for him.

“There we go, nice and snug in there,” he smirks, nibbling my earlobe.

I can hardly think or even breathe from the sheer size of him. I was almost embarrassed that he didn’t even have to touch me to warm me up for him. His words alone had me dripping wet for him making it easy for him to slide right in.

“Now,” he chuckles, feeling the tension in my body. “I’m going to finish some paperwork and you're going to sit right here and keep my cock nice and warm alright little one?”

“Yes my lord,” I mewled, already sweating, needing him to move.

“Good girl,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “No talking, no moving, and no touching yourself or you don’t get to cum.”

I nod shallowly as he begins to resume his paperwork.

It was probably the biggest exercise of self control I had ever practiced. I knew how good it felt to ride Rhys, knew how good it felt when he lost control and pistoned inside of me until I fell apart under him. To sit here and be so close to that kind of pleasure? It was torture.

The ticking of the clock on the wall only furthered my madness. I averted my eyes to where Rhys was scribbling on scroll, the scratching of a fountain pen equally as infuriating. The way his hand gripped the fountain pen, the veins standing out. How could his hands possibly be arousing? Was there a part of this male that wasn’t arousing to me?

I pictured what those hands might do should they find their way on my skin. Where they might touch first, the ideas had my pussy clenching as I take in a sharp breath.

Rhys’ hand on my waist flew to my thigh slapping it hard, “Bad girl, I felt that,” he growled and I had to bite my lip not to whimper.

The scratching of his pen on paper echoed throughout the room as I did everything in my power not to move, not to breathe or think about anything but being completely still.

“150 gold marks at the perfumery huh?” Rhys croons holding the receipt for the perfume I bought two days ago.

“Yes my lord,” I say, eyeing the receipt that had yet to bear his signature.

“Let’s see what I purchased then,” he utters slowly, his nose nuzzles my neck inhaling the scent of the new perfume. “Mmm, very nice little one.” His voice is low and husky and I can’t help but clench around him once more.

He growls, grabbing the back of my neck and hauling me up before slamming my front on top of his desk. On instinct I try to move but I’m held down by his hand on the back of my neck. His cock slips out of me, leaving me cold and empty, I’m half tempted to beg him to fill me again.

“What did I say about moving?” he snarls in my ear, making me whimper.

“I’m sorry,” I mewl, making him laugh.

“You aren’t, but you will be,” he chuckles.

His hand grips the hem of the light chiffon of the babydoll and tosses it over the small of my back so he can see all of me. I feel his hand smooth over my bum before spanking me hard. The sting makes me whimper until his hand comes back to soothe over the area.

Without warning he buries himself inside of me, his balls smacking my clit. The guttural moan he lets out is nothing short of pornographic. I can feel the bulge in my belly that he leaves, his tip brushing my cervix like he did last time.

He pulls out and moves in slow languid motions, making me feel every harsh inch of him. I’d like to think he’s warming me up but I know he’s warning himself up, this is all about him.

“Gods your pussy is worth every single piece of gold I pay you? Do you know that?” he growls picking up the pace a bit.

I whimper in response, feeling him move his hand from my neck to my hip to keep me from lurching forward so much. Out of the corner of my eye I see him shift the receipt from the perfume on the desk and grab a pen. Is he really signing my bills as he fucks me over his desk? The scratching of his signature on the page lets me know he is.

“Every fucking penny,” he grunts before tossing the heavy pen on the desk.

The thud of the pen is followed by another grunt before his hand goes to my upper back pressing me back into the desk again. His fingers on my hips and between my shoulderblades keep me from moving even an inch as he pistons his hips into me, a male gone feral.

“Oh fuck Rhys!” I moan feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head.

My fingers grab the edge of the desk trying to keep myself from moving too much, needing something to dig my nails into. The sound of skin slapping fills the room as Rhys’ breathing picks up with the rhythm of his thrusts.

I clench around him and I receive a harsh slap to my behind once again. The sting startles me but fades into pleasure.

“Don’t you dare cum little one,” Rhys growls, increasing his pace. “You were a bad girl, bad girls don't get to cum.”

I let out a whimper at his words. I swear to the gods if this man leaves me trembling on the desk from not finishing with his cum leaking out of me I will lose my mind. I’ll run and find Cassain and beg him to finish the job, which I know he will. Azriel is another story. I think he might end up tying me up and getting off on me begging, hell I might get off on it too.

“Rhys please,” I cry as he presses my cheek further into the cool, smooth wood of the desk. Pens and picture frames rattling off from every thrust.

His hand comes down on my ass again as he pistons into me, searching for his own release. Long fingers dig into the skin of my hips leaving marks in their wake.

“Are you going to beg little one?” Rhys laughs, thrusting harder making me too dumb to speak.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he finds that spot that drives me wild. I’m sure he’s not trying to, clearly just trying to get himself off. Yet somehow he’s fucked me dumb already and I’m a babbling mess bent over his desk.

“Tell you what if you beg nice and pretty I’ll let you cum?” Rhys chuckles. “Can you do that for me, little one?”

As if snapped out of the trance I’m in I feel my thoughts come back to my head. I’ll beg for him, I’d do anything for this male. I knew the second I met him I’d be utterly devoted to him if he just fucked me right, and by the cauldron he does.

“Please, please, please, please my lord,” I cry, feeling like a cock drunk fool. “Please let me cum!”

Rhys chuckles, grabbing the back of my hair and angling my head so my cheek isn’t pressed into the wood anymore. I almost wished there was a mirror in front of us so I could see the way he’s taking me.

“If you make a mess, you’ll have to clean it up. Can’t have other High Lord’s coming in here and seeing my whores cum all over my desk,” he smirks fucking me harder.

A sick part of me wanted just that to happen. Hell let the other High Lord’s watch him fuck me.

“I’ll be good, I’ll clean up,” I rasp out feeling tears prick my eyes. “P-Please let me cum.” I breathe.

It suddenly occurs to me that this is truly revenge from our last encounter when I wasn’t allowed to let him cum. He wanted me to beg just as hard as he did that night.

His hand in my hair tightens, lifting my front off the desk. My back is forced to arch and somehow he’s able to fuck me even deeper in this postion. My eyes fly open and I’m met with a pair of raging violet ones.

“Couldn't reach that pretty clit with your face pressed against the desk,” he smirks and before I can say anything his finger finds that sensitive pearl between my legs rubbing little circles in it.

My mouth falls open as the coil in my stomach threatens to unravel. His fingers continue their tantalizing ministrations on my clit. The impressive length of his cock digs deep in my belly. I close my eyes for a moment, feeling overstimulated. The hand he has fisted in my hair shakes as he forces me to arch my back more.

“Eyes on me little one,” he growls and when my eyes flutter open I see his violet ones staring back at me, eating up every reaction I give him.

My mouth falls open as I slip back into that cock drunk feeling and his eyes drink me up, seemling getting off on my fucked out face.

“Yeah you like that?” he smirks, not taking his eyes off me. “You like being my little cock slut?”

The words falling from his lips are enough to have me coming undone for him in a string of moans and cries. Tears fall from my cheeks, and I swear I feel him lick one up before he slams into me one last time, sputtering inside me so deeply I can feel the warmth coating my insides.

The grunts that fall from his mouth are enough to make me want more, but as he releases my hair and gravity pulls my body to the desk again I realize how spent I truly am.

I hear the chair squeak behind me, signaling that he’s sitting down, no doubt watching his cum spill out of me as I haven’t gotten the energy to move.

“Oh little one you’re such a messy girl,” he teases, running a finger up my folds collecting the mixture of our releases that are there.

I mewl as I feel him graze my overstimulated clit. I pull my head up to examine his desk, pen cups and picture frames are knocked over, papers are lying on the floor. My eyes widen as I see faint claw marks from my nails in the wood of the desk.

“What did I say about messes?” he tuts behind me.

I let my body slink to the floor, hitting my knees at the edge of his desk. He runs a large hand through my hair from where he sits behind me and my eyes come face to face to the mess we made.

Rising on my knees I let my tongue lap up the salty sweetness of him and that's right in front of me. His hand pushes my head down a bit forcing me to take every last drop. Only when the wood is spotless do I feel him thread his fingers through my hair and pull me back so he’s looking at me again.

“Such a good girl for me,” he smiles, leaning down to give me an upside down kiss. “Let’s get you cleaned up little one, you’ll sleep with me tonight.”

I’ll give the High Lord one thing, he fucked like a god, but what he really did well was aftercare. Always cleaning me up and getting me fluids. Holding my shaking body until I fell asleep. Something told me he longed for this type of intimacy as well. Cassian was the same that first night as well. Fetching me snacks and stroking my hair. The mysterious third brother, Azriel, had yet to show his cards. But something told me I’d be seeing him sooner than later.

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honeyedmiller · 1 year ago

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A Blissful Feeling | Javier Peña

pairing: husband!javier peña x wife!reader

rating: 18+, minors dni.

warnings: fluff, established relationship (marriage), smut (grinding, fingering, rimming [don’t look at me lol], f oral receiving, one (1) smack on the ass [if i remember correctly], unprotected piv, consensual choking, spitting, praise), small uses of spanish with translations at the end, uses of pet names in a loving manner, teasing, no use of y/n. please let me know if i missed anything.

word count: 4.1k

synopsis: You find out Javi is having a bad day at work, so you pay him a visit at the office.

divider by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

It was mornings like this that Javier wished he could stay in bed with you. Tangled in the sheets, bare skin against bare skin, soft lips brushing pulse points, and satiated grins adorning your lips as you stared at each other with pure love and awe.

But, reality was an unwanted, cruel thing that wrapped herself around perfect mornings like ones like this. Ones where Javier is almost late to work because he can’t get enough of his beautiful wife, leaving him to rush out of the door with his thermos of coffee and a chaste kiss to the lips as a see you later, mi amor to you.

That left you standing in the middle of the kitchen, bare feet on the cold tile floor as you leaned over the counter to make a list of all the errands you had to run today. Your silk robe was tied securely to your body, recalling that the material almost made its way off of you, courtesy of your husband’s needy hands.

As much as you almost gave in to temptation, you didn’t need him to be chewed out by his coworkers for being late. They all loved and respected him at the Laredo sheriff's office, but to save him the humiliation, you mustered up more willpower than you wanted to and ultimately swatted his hands away.

You knew he had a long work day ahead of him, though, and you missed him already. You loved your husband so dearly and being away from him for most of the day tugged at your heart. Some might call it clingy. You just call it being in love.

You decided to get to work on your list anyhow, hoping that these errands and few chores would give you the perfect distraction from missing your sweet Javier too much.

First up: tidy up the house. You put some music on and got to work, having the house cleaned in about an hour. You upkept with cleaning pretty well, so your intermittent cleaning wasn’t as tedious. Once you were done you showered and got ready for the day, sporting a cute christmas patterned sweater with some leggings Javier always said looked good on you. You smile faintly at your husband’s words, relishing in the recollection of them.

The rest of the to-do list was pretty easy, considering it was mundane tasks like washing your car, putting gas in it, and grocery shopping. You also had a nail appointment lined up today, which you were excited for. You were feeling festive, so you wanted to go with something more Christmas themed.

You decided to save grocery shopping for last, knowing it would take at least an hour and a half. The list you and Javier made last night was long, knowing you needed to restock on essentials and your favorite foods.

You got washing your car and filling up the tank out of the way in twenty minutes, leaving you to head to the nail salon. While you were sitting in the chair mindlessly watching your nail tech paint your nails, your phone pinged with a text from Javi.

Hi mi amor. How’s your day going so far? I miss you.

You couldn’t help but smile foolishly at his text, making your heart flutter as you read the words over again. Six years together and two years married, and yet, he still made you feel so special—like the only girl in the room that mattered.

Hi baby. I miss you too. It’s good, just got some stuff done off of my to-do list. How’s work?

You respond as fast as you could with the hand thats nails weren’t being painted.

He responded almost immediately to you.

That’s great, cariño. Work has been shitty today. Tipped my fresh coffee over by accident in the break room, and I couldn’t make myself a new cup since we ran out of coffee grounds. Nobody around here seems to know how to do their job today. Wish I was back in bed with you.

Your smile falters at his text. You hated seeing him so stressed, wishing you could take it all away in an instant.

Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that, amor. I’ll make you whatever you want for dinner tonight and give you a nice back massage. How’s that sound? ;)

You’re hopeful your offer lightens his mood a little bit, but another idea skimmed your mind. You looked at your watch-clad wrist, seeing it was only eleven thirty. You decided you’d try and brighten his day sooner by surprising him with lunch at his job.

Part of you wanted to go anyway just to see him and kiss him, telling him the stress of the day will go away when he comes back to a nice clean house and a home cooked meal waiting for him after he gets off of work.

Sounds great, baby. Can’t wait.

You heart the message and finish up with your nails, paying your tech and tipping her for doing an incredible job. You contemplate where to get lunch, and you ultimately decide on this Mediterranean spot you both love. It’s down the block from the sheriff’s office, so it was perfect.

Within twenty minutes, you were heading down the road to see your husband. You pulled up to the sheriff’s office, greeting the familiar receptionist with a smile.

“Doreen! How are you today?” You smile, and her grin reflects yours. The sweet older lady always enjoyed chatting with you, loving when you paid the office a visit.

“Mrs. Peña! What a nice surprise. I’m good dear, how are you?” She asks, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“I’m great, thank you. Glad you’re doing well. Is Javi busy at the moment?” You ask, hopeful that he isn’t so you can actually spend time with him and enjoy your lunch together.

“Nope. Go right ahead, doll. Should I call him and tell him you’re coming?”

“No, no,” You stop her with a sweet smile. “I wanted to surprise him with lunch today.”

“Well aren’t you two just the cutest. Enjoy your lunch.” She winks at you, and you can’t help but laugh. You just absolutely adored her kind soul.

“Thank you Doreen. See you in a bit.” You wave, heading off to Javier’s office. You turned a couple of corners before stopping at his door, knocking on it twice with a smile stretched on your lips.

“Come in.” You heard him say, and you opened the door.

He doesn’t look up from his paperwork until he hears the bag of food rustling, and his head shoots up. His big brown eyes gleam with joy as he takes in the sight of you.

“Mi amor,” He whispers, getting out of his chair to make his way to you. “What are you—”

“Surprise.” You say and hold the bag of food up, and he chuckles as he wraps an arm firmly around your frame to pull you into him. You softly yelp in surprise, your free hand landing on his chest.

“You’re the best, cariño. This is exactly what I needed.” He grins as he leans to kiss you tenderly, hand making its way under your sweater to splay out against the skin of your back. The coolness of his wedding band shot a shiver down your spine, and you moved your hand from his chest up to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer.

He groans softly and pulls away before he gets lost in the art of kissing his beautiful wife.

“What’d you get for lunch?” He mumbles against your lips.

“Mediterranean.”

“Mm, thank you baby.” He kisses your cheek before fully pulling away.

“Thought I could join you today, if that’s okay.” You grin at him.

“Of course mi amor, I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He kisses you chastely once more before closing his office door behind you all the way. He makes his way back to his desk chair and grabs your hips, silently asking you to sit down on one of his legs. You laugh at the gesture before taking the food containers out of the bag, the aroma of chicken kabobs and basmati rice instantly filling the office.

Javier keeps one hand wrapped around your waist as you both eat, savoring the delicious food. Halfway through the meal, you feel his lips brush your neck with a ghost of a kiss that has you clenching your thighs together.

Javier always had a way of arousing you, even with the simplest of actions. Sometimes it wasn’t fair how easily he could turn you on. He didn’t care though. He fucking loved it, and loved teasing you until you were squirming and whimpering for him.

“Javi.” You whisper, leaning your head back on his shoulder. It could’ve also been the way that you two didn’t get to finish what you started this morning, so the anticipation has been building and brewing deep in your belly all day.

“My wife is just the sweetest,” He whispers against your neck, “Just wanna thank her for a wonderful surprise is all.” He teases, hands caressing your curves underneath your sweater.

Goosebumps rise on your skin from his touch, and you put a hand on his thigh to steady yourself. He stops his movements momentarily and brings one hand out from under your sweater, lifting your hand up to his line of sight.

“Got your nails done, baby? They look real good,” He compliments, kissing your hand. He admires your red nails with a holly design on your ring finger.

“Thank you, baby.”

“Did you use my card to pay for them?” He asks, and you shake your head no. He groans, shaking his head. “Baby, you know I love to pay for your nails. Why won’t you just use my card?”

“I feel bad, honey, you don’t need to pay for everything I need maintenance on all the time.”

“Uh uh. Don’t ever feel bad. I’m here to spoil my wife as I please, and if I wanna pay for her nails, I’ll do so,” He chastised, but it wasn’t condescending. He chuckles after, and you turn to give him a confused look. “Besides, I love seeing what color and design you always pick out. Can’t wait to see how it’ll look wrapped around my cock you love so much.”

He’s snickering like a school boy, and your jaw drops in pure shock.

“Javier Peña!” You swat his arm, “You’re so bad.” He laughs at your scolding, putting both hands on your thighs.

“You know you love it, baby.” He teases, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, taking notice that you’re wearing his favorite leggings on you.

“Do me a favor, mi amor,” He says, and you turn to look at him. “Lock my office door for me.” He nods his head towards the door, and you look at him in confusion.

“Javi, what—?” You begin, but he shakes his head and gives you room to get up. You rise slowly, making your way over to the mahogany door to twist the lock shut. You turn to look at Javier again, and the lustful look on his face startles you.

His sweet brown eyes are now nearly black, full of so much desire and neediness and—fuck—you were so turned on by it. There’s just something about the way he looks at you that silently screams possession, like he’s proud that you’re his, that turns you on so much.

You needed to ground yourself back to reality though, because doing anything here would be too risky.

“Javi, baby, we’re at your job. We can’t—we can’t do this here.”

You begin to walk closer to him and he turns his chair to the side so he’s no longer facing his desk. He makes a ‘come here’ gesture with his index finger, and you want to fucking salivate with how delicious your husband looks right now. He’s got that carnal stare locked on you and your figure, legs spread wide with the fabric of his slacks straining against his thick thighs, and a devilish smirk on his face as he tugs you by the waistband of your leggings to stand before him, tucked between his legs.

“But that’s where you’re wrong, baby. Wanna finish what we started this morning,” He tugs you down gently so you’re straddling his lap. You feel his bulge through his slacks, and it takes everything in you not to moan. “Just gotta keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet.”

His large hands cradle your ass, giving it a squeeze as he kisses you. Your first instinct was to card your fingers through his dark locks, but you had to remind yourself that you were in his office—you didn’t want to leave any evidence of your insatiable endeavors behind. You opted for the lapel of his suit instead, tugging him closer to you. You moan breathlessly into his mouth, instinctively grinding your hips down onto him.

A deep groan rumbles from his sturdy chest, like the neediness and desire to have you right now was life or death.

He pulled back from you for a second to trail kisses down the warm skin of your neck, tongue poking out to trace over your pulse point.

You gasped and grinded yourself into him harder, your arousal slowly seeping through your panties and leggings. Your core was aching to be touched at this point, only merely teased this morning by your husband’s skillful fingers.

You wanted more, more, more, but responsibilities outweighed desires.

One of his hands traveled down to rub at your core over the fabric of your clothes, cock straining tighter against his slacks to find you’ve already soaked through your panties and leggings.

“Does my beautiful wife want me this badly?” He murmurs, and you nod frantically.

“Please, Javi. Need you so bad.” Your voice sounded desperate and whiny, but you truly couldn’t care at this moment. All you wanted was for your husband to take everything he needed and wanted from you.

“Stand up, sweet girl.”

You obey instantly. He was so easy to submit to. Everything with him was just so easy. He was safe, he was gentle, he was home.

He turned your body so you faced his desk, and he bent you downward so your body was at a ninety degree angle.

He easily peeled your panties and leggings off of your ass, shimmying them down to your mid-thigh. He kicked your feet further apart, relishing in the sight of your ass on full display for him. He rubbed the supple flesh lovingly, giving it a smack before he sank to his knees behind you.

You turned your head back to look at him, eyebrows threading together at the sight of him kneeling behind you.

“Baby, what are you do—oh, fuck.” You cry, hand clamping over your mouth. Javier had taken it upon himself to eat you out from behind, delving his expert tongue through your slick folds.

He hummed against you, licking up everything you gave him as your arousal dripped down your thighs, and now, his face.

It was rare when he ate you out from behind, but when he did, it was a fucking treat. Before him, nobody else had ever done so, so the first time he did it with you, it had you coming in less than five minutes tops.

He usually liked to eat you out from below, just so he could see your pretty face contort into pure pleasure as his tongue fucked you rhythmically.

Your hand did a half-assed job at muffling your moans as Javi’s tongue circled your clit, all the way up to your entrance, and past that to your other hole. You choked on a gasp as he greedily licked you, reaching your other hand back to grab one that dug into the meat of your thigh. He intertwined his fingers with yours, giving your hand a squeeze as he removed his mouth from you.

He chuckled darkly as he spit onto your hole, saliva trailing down to your entrance. He got back to work immediately, licking your entrance before moving back down to your clit. He unlinked his hand from yours, prodding two fingers at your entrance. He pushed in slowly and with ease, slick instantly coating his thick fingers.

You whimper at the sensation, that low burn of desire that’s been pooling in your belly all day completely awakened, licking a flame up your spine and waiting for a chance to engulf you wholly.

“Could eat this pretty pussy all day, baby.” Javier mumbled below you, and you couldn’t help but clench around his fingers.

The lewd sounds of your wetness reverberated off of his office walls, hoping to god none of his coworkers could hear any of this.

You felt the internal flame in your body get hotter and hotter, traveling down your legs as they shook with pleasure.

“That’s it, mamas, there you go. Doing so well. Let it go, baby.” Javier’s words launched you over the edge, gushing around his fingers and all over his mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut as you bit your lip hard to try and keep quiet. The obscene sounds of him slurping every last bit of you up nearly made your knees buckle.

Your body went limp against his desk, breath uneven and shaky.

“Fuck, Javi.” You breathe, eyes closing in pure bliss.

“Worth the wait?” He asks.

You nod mindlessly, mind too fuzzy to conjure up a proper response.

“Good. Not done with you yet, though, cariño. Turn around for me.”

You muster up all the strength you have in your body to turn around and face him, and your eyes immediately move down to the straining bulge in his slacks. You lean against his desk, pulling him to you by his belt buckle. You deftly unbuckle his belt and pop open the button of his slacks, sliding down the zipper in one go.

You move to drop to your knees, but Javier catches your elbow before you fully sink down. You look up at him with glossy eyes and a confused stare, and he moves to cradle your jaw in his large hand.

“Mm mm. Let’s save that for tonight, mi amor. Wanna be inside you now.”

Before you can even register his words, he’s lifting you up onto his desk and pulling his slacks and boxers down. His painfully erect cock springs free, and you reach forward to give it a few tugs and swipe your thumb over his slit to collect the pre come that gathered at his tip. You pop your thumb in your mouth, sucking on it while staring into your husband’s beautiful brown eyes. You let out a satisfied hum, licking your lips after you remove your thumb from your mouth with a ‘pop’.

Javier hisses through clenched teeth, expression painted with neediness and agony. You tug on his cock a couple of times, biting down on your lip as you look up at your handsome husband. You bat your lashes up at him and you feel his cock twitch in your hand.

“Need you, baby.” His voice is gravelly, nearly pained.

“I’m yours.”

And he’s on you. He leans down to kiss you fervently, sliding the tip of his cock through your folds before pushing into you. You both swallow each other’s moans; the fullness he provided you each time was something you’ll always be mesmerized by.

He starts off slow, testing the waters of his thrusts to see if his desk would creak too loud or if it would scrape too much against the thin rug beneath it. Once he found he was in the clear, he picked up his pace immediately.

He relentlessly thrusted in and out of you, the tip of his heavy cock kissing your cervix. You cried out his name and he shushed you with praises that only made you more aroused.

Sh sh sh, I know baby, I know. Taking my cock so well, hm? Such a good fucking girl for me. My pretty wife. All mine, he babbled.

He looked down at you as he relentlessly fucked you, the sound of skin slapping on skin much louder than your moans. Javier couldn’t give a shit anymore, though.

His tunnel vision was locked in, only wanting to make you feel good. One of his hands gathered your wrists and held them above your head, flashing you a wicked smile as his other hand traveled up to your throat. Before he could squeeze, he waited for your consent.

“Please.” You squeak out, and he wraps his fingers around your throat to squeeze the sides.

“Open your mouth.” He says, and you oblige, sticking your tongue out for good measure. He spits directly into your mouth, and you swallow without hesitation. You grin up at him as he squeezes your throat a little tighter, a euphoric type of bliss overcoming your whole being.

He’s fucking into you so hard now that various items on his desk start to rattle. Pencils are being knocked over and the framed photo of you and him on your wedding day plops down onto a pile of papers. His hand moves from your wrists to your breasts, squeezing them generously over the soft fabric of your sweater.

He couldn’t wait to give the entirety of your body all of the attention it deserves when he got home from work tonight. The thought of you squirming beneath him as you tugged on his hair, moaning as loud as you wanted without a care in the world, had him fucking panting.

You were canting your hips up to meet his thrusts as best as you could, the sensation of his wiry hair at the base of his cock causing a delectable friction onto your already sore and puffy clit. He moved his hands from your throat and breasts to skate them down your figure, finding home on your hips.

“I’m close, Javi.” You were breathless, the rumbling fire in your core slowly overtaking your body once more. You needed only a single match to light your fire, and Javier was it. He was your match. He slid you against the matchbox and lit your whole body aflame, engulfing you in everything Javi. He was all-consuming.

You let the feeling of that familiar euphoric bliss overcome your body once more as you convulsed, legs shaking as they locked around Javier’s waist. Feeling you clench around him with such force had his hips stuttering, knowing he wasn’t far behind from release himself.

His lips enveloped yours once more, hands flying up to cradle your face as he spilled every last drop of his come into you. Your moans met in a harmony that not even the most skilled choir could compete with.

His hips stilled completely, waiting a few seconds to relish in your warmth before sliding out of you slowly. You whimpered at the loss of fullness, wishing you could curl up next to him and enjoy his warmth for hours. Reality trickled back in as he bent down to pick up his boxers and slacks, readjusting himself to make it look like he didn’t just fuck his wife relentlessly on his desk.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead before helping you stand, kissing your thighs before sliding your panties and leggings up your legs again. The fucked out look on your face was one of his favorites, and it’s one he knows he’ll never get tired of seeing.

“I love you, baby. Thank you for two meals in one.” He winked, and you felt your body get hot.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, taking a step forward to close the gap between you both. He mindlessly wrapped a hand around your waist, and you rested a hand on his chest—right above the strong, rhythmic beat of his heart.

“You’re very welcome, Mr. Peña. Hope this made your day a little better,” You give him a chaste kiss, hand sliding down his chest to his abdomen before separating your lips from his as your gaze meets his once more. “And I can’t wait for mine tonight.” Your fingers tease the waistband of his slacks, and he grabs your hand to move it lower, resting over his already half-hard cock.

He closes his eyes in pure bliss as you rub him through the fabric slowly, and you kiss his neck before huffing a small laugh.

“Mine.” You say, stepping away from him, heading for his office door. You wink at him and blow him one last kiss before unlocking and opening the door, leaving him dumbfounded, turned on, and pondering what you had in store for him at home that night.

But, for now, he had reality and her greedy ways to tend to before he could submerge himself once more in this blissful thing he called home—

You.

translations:

-> amor: love

-> mi amor: my love

-> cariño: honey

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 months ago

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Light on the Darkside - Chapter Fourteen.

Huge love to my little audience for your continued reads, reviews and reblogs. You're so lovely <3

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen

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Words - 3,794

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Topics cover depression, suicide and eating disorders. Minors DNI!

After a thirty-five-minute train journey from Nuneaton to Leamington Spa, followed by a half-hour bus ride, Ella found herself walking through the picturesque village of Moreton Morrell in the heart of the Warwickshire countryside.

It was the first time in weeks that she’d spent any time away from James, apart from a few job interviews she’d attended, plus their respective therapy sessions, all but moving in with him completely. He hadn’t officially asked her, but welcomed it greatly, more of her belongings arriving at the flat over the eight weeks they’d been reunited, both blissful in the fledgling stages of their relationship, now able to flourish in the real world.

That particular morning, she was on her way to visit another person she had met while at the same place she’d found her love, turning off Duffus Hill onto a small cul-de-sac, arriving at the second cottage along and rapping the heavy iron door knocker a couple of times.

“You’re here!”

Stepping in, she was pulled into a huge hug by Andrea, the young women thrilled to see one another again. “Aww, look at you! You look amazing, Ella!”

“Thanks! As do you. Wow, your hair!”

Andrea had added colour to her natural mane of fiery auburn, making the hue even more intense. “I was so glad to sit in a salon chair again and get it fixed!” Ella could identify. Walking into the abode, she was struck by how sumptuously cosy it was, the fire lit to keep the October chill at bay, a large, grandfather clock with its heavy pendulum swinging back and forth in the corner, and an album by Portishead playing softly.

“Tea?”

“Please, that’d be mint. I could murder a cup!” Ella confirmed, hanging up her coat on the rack and sliding her boots off. “It’s getting so cold out there. I think we’re in for a shitting horrible winter, innit.”

Her friend raised an eyebrow. “Now, who’s dulcet tones do what you’ve just said remind me of?” she pondered, Ella shielding her face with her hand momentarily, laughing. “How is he?”

“He’s really, really good,” she confirmed, Andrea moving into the beautiful little kitchen and clicking the kettle on. “He’s at therapy today over in Birmingham, still sees the same guy who was the head clinician at the unit he transferred to as a private patient.”

Andrea placed some teabags into the pot before pulling two large mugs from the cupboard. “That surprises me, I have to say. I always had James down as the type to walk away from it all and give the ole’ line of ‘suck my fucking dick’ to any further therapy once he was released. I’m glad he’s benefitting from it.”

How well she knew him. “I did too for a while, but being at the place in Edgbaston really changed his mind about it all. His therapist sounds lovely, really listens to him and guides him over what he needs to do. He didn’t respond well to Dr. Beaumont’s methods of like, pointing you in the general direction and letting you figure it out for yourself.”

Her eyes widened a fraction. “Hmm. She was very allusive like that, wasn’t she?” Noticing Ella pull her cigarettes out, she pointed at the back door, taking one from her with thanks. “She definitely wasn’t for everyone.”

For Andrea, though, she’d been wonderful in connecting the dots between a traumatic event and her subsequent sex addiction issues, the girls discussing it after smoking their cigarettes, moving to the big, comfortable leather Chesterfield in the lounge.

“I think the further I understand that it was less about sex and desire itself and more thriving on the attention from men and the excitement of sleeping around, the more it’s helped me reconcile the trauma that sparked it,” she explained, sipping her tea as she took a biscuit from the tin between them. It was lovely to witness Ella taking one without prompting, she noted. “I didn’t deal with it all, when it happened. Shoved it away. It was too painful.”

“Sweetie,” Ella cooed, reached to stroke her cheek affectionately. “Of course, it was. It was no age, losing your parents at twenty-one. That’s like, one of the worst things I can imagine.”

Indeed, the death of her mum and dad three years before had turned Andrea’s entire life upside down. Being an only child, it had been made even more difficult. Of course, she’d had family rallying around to help her, her uncles and aunties making sure she was okay regularly. Being alone in the cottage, though, she had soon come to realise that she truly wasn’t, sparking her promiscuous and often dangerous behaviour, leading to a breakdown and subsequent sectioning.

It was too much for any twenty-four-year-old woman to deal with, losing her parents to a fatal car crash, being catapulted into a life of sole financial comfort, since they were both very well off, but having nobody around all the time to either enjoy it with – or more pertinently – keep a watchful eye on her.

Life after treatment, she was now very glad to say, was much, much improved.

“So, how’s that sexy mate of James’s, then? Steve, isn’t it?” she asked, smiling with a little embarrassment. “I can’t believe I straddled the man and stuck my tongue down his throat. The shame!”

Ella snorted softly with a smirk. “Steve wouldn’t have cared at all, trust me. Quite the opposite!”

“Oh, I know. I could tell that by how he kissed me back,” she revealed, her cringe fading a little. “He was a very good kisser, so that makes the embarrassment that I couldn’t dial my compulsions back a little less mortifying!”

“As for how he is, he’s fine. Keeps asking for your number,” Ella revealed, watching Andrea rub a hand down her face. “Sorry, shouldn’t I have mentioned that?”

“No, you’re fine, sweet. It’s tricky because I fancy him, but yeah, that time I briefly met him he was nothing more than a compulsion trigger, so I don’t know. He’s a young, sexy as fuck guy. He likely won’t want to get wrapped up in my mess that I can’t really casually date somebody and enjoy carefree sex, lest triggering my issues. I sort of get the impression that’s what he’s about.”

Oh, how right she was. “Yeah, he’s a man whore, Ands. Big time. I mean like, he’s fucking lovely, such a laugh and totally cool, but he shags around a lot.” Hester, a girl called Jennie, another she didn’t know the name of, someone called Leonie, the man had his rotation in place.

“Bollocks,” she huffed, Ella spraying a mouthful of biscuit crumbs. “I guess I’ll settle for just looking at him and how bloody pretty he is when I finally come to see you up your way.”

All talk of the male species was left there, the friends instead catching up with one another’s lives on the outside. Andrea revealed she’d gotten herself a part-time job at the local pub, The Black Horse, although truly she didn’t need to work with a fully paid off mortgage and all she had in savings gathering a very liveable amount in interest.

Still, what she wouldn’t give for her parents returned to her instead. She still cursed that the drunk driver who’d collided head on with their car had survived, albeit in a vegetative state. Perhaps that was the more fitting punishment, though. While they talked, Ella also shared a few of her plans, too, like returning to college.

“I like, kind of think it makes me a fraud, though, wanting to strive for a career in helping others when I know I’m not one hundred percent recovered yet,” she began, sipping on a fresh cup of tea. She’d been tentatively considering it, perhaps studying for a psychology degree, wanting to specialise and help patients with eating disorders.

Sighing, she continued. “We went out for a curry not long after James and I reconnected, and it sent me into a spiral. It was pants, mate, sitting there crying outside because I couldn’t cope with eating in an unfamiliar place. Or choosing a food I wouldn’t normally have had.”

Andrea was thoughtful for a few moments before replying. “Did you ever think that the studies could actually help you more in your recovery? It might give you a greater insight, learning from the other side of the coin, as it were.”

She hadn’t, it had to be said. After arriving home that evening, she discussed it more with James while she cooked chicken, him supervising the rice as she was – by her own admission – bleedin' useless with it.

“Andrea is right,” he spoke, jumping up to sit on the counter. “You probably would get a new perspective over it. As for thinking that makes you a fraud and all of that, nah babe. Look at it this way, before your degree, you need to take your A levels first, so that’s two years. All being well, you’ll have finished that degree by twenty-eight, so that’s just over five years into your recovery, innit. You’ll be way more secure in yourself by then, won’t you?”

“Mm,” she hummed, sighing. “I hate that my illness took such a chunk of my life, time when I should have been making these decisions and studying. I would have been a year away from completion of a degree, if I hadn’t. I messed up big time.”

“Oi, less of that. That’s my girlfriend you’re badmouthing, dickhead,” he frowned, stretching his legs out to ensnare her, pulling her back into a full body hug. “If you hadn’t gotten ill, then you wouldn’t have decided that this was what you wanted to do, would you? Or met me. Obviously, I’m the more important of the two there.”

His joke had her laughing, squeezing him tight and kissing his chest. “Of course, baby.” Reaching for her cider, she took a swig, lifting her head to give him a little nibble beneath his jaw before moving back to the cooker. “How was therapy, then?”

“Yeah, pretty good, you know. We discussed my ongoing anger issues today. Michael made a good suggestion over what I could do to stop it, my desire to batter people who piss me off at the drop of a hat.”

He’d been doing very well there, up until a week ago while at a club with Ella and a few others. Now much more confident in her body, she had been up on a podium dancing, wearing only a small outfit of hotpants and a cropped top, attracting a lot of male attention. Looking was fine, but when some random bloke had taken it upon himself to climb the side of the podium and make a grab for her, well. He’d met a very irate James, dragging him down by his jeans, his fist meeting his face at speed.

“What did he suggest?” she asked, cracking fresh pepper over the chicken and turning each butterflied breast, moving to the chopping board to prep the vegetables to go into the wok.

“Kickboxing. He said it would give me both an outlet for rage, and discipline over when to exert that rage and all that. Think I’m gonna give it a go, innit.”

She widened her eyes. “War does not need to be any more deadly than he already is!” Her laughter filled the room, even more so at her boyfriend’s entertained smirk. “I think it’s a good idea, really. He seems to have a lot of those, Michael.”

“Yeah, he’s a top grade bloke. Really fucking sound. Always has an answer for all my stuff, too. So what else is new with Andrea, then?”

“Oh, the redheaded goddess!” Steve called from the armchair, beginning to grin. “Is she ready for me to give her one hell of a good seeing to yet?”

“Calm your dick down,” Ella warned, pointing at him with a spatula, “you’ll do her recovery no bleedin’ good.”

“We’re gonna have to put him in restraints when she comes up for your birthday, innit?” James spoke, pulling a fresh beer from the fridge.

Steve turned, his grin wide. “Nah, don’t you threaten me with a good time, Jim!”

Once dinner had been eaten, a film watched and Steve declaring he was ‘off to play with Leonie for the night’ before leaving the flat, it wasn’t long before they decided to have a good time of their own.

“Mmm, shit. I don’t even know how the hell you can move your tongue so quickly, but I... ahhh! I’m not complaining!” she moaned, feeling him smile against her as she straddled his head, James happily lying there with her riding his mouth.

It burned incandescent through her, like a hail of glimmers creeping slow, his hands clutching the rounds of her bum, moving every so often to lay a hard smack. She’d never had a man spank her before, but god, how she enjoyed it when James did. He wasn’t gentle with it. At all.

While his hands showed no mercy, his tongue slowed, dragging flat and slow through her folds, circling over her clit and repeating the action again. Her thighs shook from the potency of each lick, shuddered breaths leaving her mouth as she panted hard, her gaze falling to see him open his eyes and wink at her.

Wrapping her clit in a firm suck, the sensation rooted itself in her, sharp-toothed and edging on a little too much, her hips swaying against his mouth. The pleasure dug deep into her marrow as she cried out, the release snapping through her, Ella immediately moving to gratify him by sheathing his cock within her still fluttering walls.

He weighed heavy in the depths of her, the feeling of her soaking him only gratified further by the prickle of teeth crushing his nipple, her nails grazing like sensual daggers down his sides. She pulled heaven from the very depths of his hell every time he was inside her, not afraid to be as rough with him as he liked her to be, her hand grasping his neck, nails digging in as she kissed him with stormy lust.

She sucked his tongue, his mouth then gliding to rain soft bites over her neck, grasping her bum and fucking up into her powerfully, the tempo remaining slow burning like napalm. Sitting back up again, his cock pressed firmly as she rotated her hips, hitting her front wall, lightning rolling over her spine, clawing at the black and grey brandings of his upper arms as he reached to squeeze her breasts.

God, how she loved him, thrived on the thrill of having sex with him, James the sole reignition to her desires as soon as she’d started to feel better. The way he looked at her too, it made her feel incredible about herself, her body confidence restored. She couldn’t thank him enough for having such a part in returning that to her. There were wobbles on occasion, but they were becoming fewer and further between.

Watching as she fucked him, she’d never seen a sight as sexy, her tall, muscular, tattooed man with his storm grey eyes. He was so darkly alluring, so stunningly sexy, James’s thoughts over her extremely similar. He loved that she finally saw what he did in her, and enjoyed her body as much as he did for the most part.

The way she moved on top of him had him lost to the sublimity of it, no girl before her doing quite such a thorough job where he’d be content to remain on his back for the duration. It was hypnotic, a rhythmic spell of sexual energy unlike anything he’d ever experienced, her body rolling and undulating like she was made of liquid. Quite simply, he’d never been ridden like that in his whole life. She absolutely blew his mind, this beautiful young woman who he fallen so deeply in love with.

The pace became more urgent and frenzied, voracity replacing the slower, sumptuous enjoyment that had prevailed thus far, Ella grinding down on him eagerly as he moved beneath her with more purpose, both of them driving deeper moans from one another.

Each keen undulation caused him to feel sparks flickering his spine, while she had her own bliss pulsing softly, increasing more the faster she moved, fervidly chasing her release as she began to rub her clit, her other hand flexing at his chest, nails digging in.

A string of panted expletives left her mouth as she felt herself reach boiling point, bubbling over and taking him with her to a gloriously sweet finish, intensity throbbing hard and leaving them both a breathless, shuddering wreck.

With Ella now taking the contraceptive pill, there was no longer a need to move immediately to dispose of a condom, James pulling her down against his chest, stroking her back as he kissed her deeply. Floaty light little aftershocks skipped over her nerves as her release ebbed away slowly, feeling his cock twitching within the hug of her walls.

Sleepiness began to settle over her, Ella finally moving to her side of the bed and pulling the duvet and thick, faux fur blanket over them, blocking out the November chill from their bare flesh as he curled around her.

“Night, babe.” Dropping a kiss upon her shoulder, his arm tightened around her as his head sank into the pillows beneath it. “Love you.”

“Love you too, my sexy church burner.”

Yes, it still made him laugh.

The following morning, Ella rose first, pulling on one of James’s long-sleeved t shirts (this one depicting the logo for the band Venom, who she was becoming a little partial to) her big, slouchy socks as well as her pyjama bottoms, shivering a little as she waited for the heating to come on while making herself a tea.

Looking over into the lounge area, she noticed a familiar sight, a blanket swathed Snedders lying asleep on the sofa. He had his own key, so it wasn’t a surprise to sometimes find him there of a morning unexpectedly. She guessed there’d be a story to accompany his presence, probably involving his on/off girlfriend, the infamous Kerry. Ella didn’t like her at all, finding her to be very difficult to get along with.

Making her tea, she moved to the armchair, placing her mug down on the much neater coffee table. In lieu of being able to offer anything towards the rent (which James had dismissively snorted at the suggestion of anyway) she’d taken it upon herself to keep the dwelling tidier and cleaner, padding to the corner where the answering machine light flashed.

Turning the volume down low so as not to wake Snedders, she pressed play, being informed of three new messages.

“Hi sis! I need to meet you at half four this afternoon so don’t get there too early. My shifts, the way they’re moving them around, fucks sake! I know it’s only half an hour, but yeah. See you later!”

Jane, a welcome message.

“James, it’s only me. Dad and I would love to see you. Are you free to come to lunch at ours next Saturday? Let me know, love.”

Carole, perhaps not so welcome, depending on her mood. She’d sounded jovial enough, though.

“Hello, message for Ella Greenhall. This is Sharon calling from Bloomin’ Lovely about your interview. I’m pleased to say we’ve chosen you for the position, if you could call me back at the shop as soon as possible, that would be lovely. Tentatively, I’d like you to start next Monday. Looking forward to hearing from you soon!”

“Oh my god!” she squeaked, jumping up and down as quietly as she could, clasping her hands over her mouth. “I bleedin’ got it!!”

Out of all the jobs she’d recently been applying for, the position at the florist just off the high street there in Nuneaton was the one she’d coveted most, Sharon, the owner making her feel so welcome when she’d arrived, the atmosphere so warm and lovely. It was only a part-time position, but with her wanting to start at college again it was perfect for her, Ella able to work in the college hours around her new job.

When James got up around an hour later, her news brought him booming delight, much less concerned with waking up the sleeping heap of ginger dreadlocks on the sofa than she was.

“Babe, that’s top grade! I’m so fucking proud of you!” he exclaimed, swinging her around in his arms, a grunt coming from the sofa.

“Aw, ya got a job, Ells?” Snedders grumbled, emerging from within the swathe of the large blanket. “Nice one, little mate.”

“Cheers, Sneds,” she chimed, turning then to her boyfriend after he put her down once more. “Also, your mum left a message. Asked if you were free for lunch next Saturday.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, his jaw setting slightly. “Since that’s your birthday, I’m saying no. Even if it wasn’t, I’d still be saying no.”

“Well, we’re not doing anything until the evening, are we?”

He smirked, side eyeing her with raised eyebrows. “I had planned to bounce you on my dick for most of the afternoon.” Pausing, he began to laugh at the lascivious look she returned. “Hold on, did she say anything about you going, too?”

“Not specifically,” she shrugged, reaching for her cigarettes.

That was about right for Carole. She knew all about Ella, too, James already having introduced her to his dad, Alan thinking she was ‘absolutely bloody lovely, kidda’ as the man himself had worded it. “Then I definitely ain’t going.”

“Maybe she meant me too, but just didn’t say it?” she suggested, watching his lips tightening. Perhaps it was best to leave it there, she thought, knowing well now the clear signs of him becoming agitated. “Then again like, maybe she didn’t. You’re not obliged to call her back if you don’t want to, baby.”

He relaxed then, slipping an arm around her. “Good, because I’m not.”

As it turned out, though, the lack of return phone call led to Carole reaching out to her son again, James answering the phone to her a few hours later.

“Does that invite extend to Ella?” he asked, frowning.

“Of course, it does!” she exclaimed, busying herself with cleaning the kitchen while she jammed the cordless phone between her ear and shoulder. “I’d like to meet this girl your father has told me all about.”

Even though she was being polite and casual, agreeing to visiting still went against his better judgement. Come the following Saturday, he’d see in hindsight how correct his intuition had been, too.

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 1 year ago

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BLACK TIE OPTIONAL: PART THREE

Summary: The last time we saw Vanessa, she was swooning over Dean’s lasting impression. Now, we fast-forward a year to see what she’s up to.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Vanessa Martinelli, (eventual) Sam Winchester x OFC Emma Olsen

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HBO RomCom bullshit, male modelin' sonsabitches, schmoop, "one thing about Dean Winchester is, if a Toddler handed him a toy phone, he'd answer it"

Words in this part: 3K

Author's notes: Follow-up to Plus One.

Thank you, @brrose-apothecary and @stusbunker for the read-throughs and greenlight.

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PART THREE

Her alarm goes off at 8:30 AM. As she blinks her eyes open and draws a deep breath, she acknowledges the unfamiliar signs of a good night’s sleep. She’s rested and ready for a day of bridesmaid duties in a way she’s never been.

Before she can focus on any single point in the dim room, her body instinctively burrows into the warm, solid figure curled around her back.

Dean mumbles behind her, tucking his hips against her and sliding a knee between her thighs. Vanessa’s eyelids flutter, and her breath stutters.

She’s never considered herself a cuddler. She likes her space and doesn’t like being restricted. She finds it hard to sleep soundly with another person in the same bed.

But Dean is different.

“Mornin’,” he mumbles, nuzzling the side of her neck and dragging his lips across one shoulder.

Vanessa clasps a hand over the one palming her belly. “How’d you sleep?” She reluctantly rolls to face him, not wanting to break the bubble of bliss, but loving the reward of his beautiful face.

“Good,” he mutters, rubbing one eye while keeping the other on her. “You snore. But like a cute li’l motor purr. Lulled me right to sleep.”

Vanessa scoffs. “What? No one’s ever told me that.”

Dean chuckles and reaches for her, and her insides flip. “Everybody snores, don't they?”

She gives up being offended or questioning what it means that she was snoring and lets him pull her close. He rolls to his back, dragging her across him, and her knees easily slot on either side of his hips. He gently smooths away the hairs that have escaped the hair tie before arching up to kiss her.

Vanessa doesn’t flinch from morning breath or the sticky heat striping the insides of her thighs. She revels in the feel of him strong and sound under her as his hands trail her shoulders and down her back to trace the seam and curve of her ass until he’s grasping the backs of her thighs.

“Nice and snug,” he whispers against her ear.

Vanessa hums and rests her head in the center of his chest. Her eyes follow the tip of her finger as it outlines his tattoo, and she wonders if he’ll ever tell her how this occultist-looking symbol has anything to do with his family’s private investigation business. She wonders, not for the first time, how he got all his scars.

“What time you gotta be somewhere?” He drags his fingers up over her ass and back down, and his dick twitches hot at her slick opening.

“Eleven. But Emma and I were talking about going down to the gym before we have to be at the salon.”

Dean grunts. “Might wanna check in with her first.”

Vanessa chuckles, pushing up to look him in the eye. “What d’you know?”

He smirks, gripping her hips to grind up against her. “Got up at four for some water, she was making all kindsa noise. Sammy, too.”

“Fucken-A, good for her.” She lets Dean roll her to her back and knee between her thighs, reaching down to guide himself inside her. They both groan and Vanessa lifts her knees to wrap her legs around his hips.

“Fucken-A, right, good for him, too.” Dean swivels his hips before giving her a heavy thrust and dropping his forehead to the pillow beside her head. “I love morning sex.”

“Me, too,” she whispers, nestling against his cheek before he rises up again to set that slow and steady pace she’s dreamed about for the last year without him.

“Gotta admit,” Emma pauses for the makeup artist to finish her lips with gloss, mumbling ‘thank you’ before continuing her confession to Vanessa. “I was unconvinced by your claims that Dean Winchester had somehow revolutionized the way you see other men and sex, but...”

She glances around the salon to the other bridesmaids before leaning into Vanessa.

“If he’s anything like his brother, my god.”

Vanessa nods, thanking the woman putting the finishing touches on her own lips, then turns to Emma. “There’s something to be said about the fuck of your life, no lie.”

“No fuckin’ lie.” Emma settles back into her spa chair, reaching for the remote control to activate the massager. “His hands... size is officially a kink for me now. Hands, shoulders, his dick, Vanessa.”

Vanessa laughs out loud, handing her a fresh bottle of water. “Hydrate. And pace yourself. If you recall, I was in a fucking daze for weeks after my last encounter with Dean.”

Emma accepts the bottle with a tilt of her head. She snaps the cap open, studying her friend as she scrolls her phone and waits for the next professional beautifier to start on their pedicures, recalling those weeks with clarity.

She’s known Vanessa since college. They were in a sorority together with Nicole, Katie, and Toni. She and Vanessa went to nursing school after college, and for the last five years, she’s spent every Happy Hour, brunch, and birthday party with her. Vanessa’s always been even-tempered, consistent, and predictable. Emma’s never known her to get hung up on much of anything.

Then, last summer, after one night with Dean, she spent the next six weeks distracted and disorganized. Emma and Katie talked about confronting her, but Nicole and Toni said they should give her space. She finally got back to her old self, but Emma definitely wouldn’t forget those weeks.

“How was your night?” she asks, slightly changing the subject.

“Good.” Vanessa’s head bobs. “Chill, ya know, pacing myself.”

Underneath the 16-hour make-up, Emma can see her cheeks flush with emotion. She doesn’t want to pry, so she takes a sip of water and leaves what Vanessa isn’t saying to filter in the air.

“Good. Chill’s good. Anyway, not to be dramatic, but it’s not just big. OK?”

Vanessa snorts and busts into a fit of giggles, and Emma’s happy to oblige.

“Just big could be a potential disaster. Remember that Croatian I took home from Tao two summers ago? What a dolt. I was sore for a week and not in a good way. But Sam can do anything with that thing. I could just sit and admire it for hours and be in tears.”

Vanessa cackles. “Paint still life art.”

“Still life art!” Emma hollers.

“Jesus Christ, you two are traumatizing the entire city block,” Nicole hisses from across the room.

Emma and Vanessa roll their eyes, and Katie chuckles beside Nicole, patting her arm.

“What’s the matter, Nic, not gettin’ the good dick lately?” Toni mutters from the main chair before wincing painfully. “Ow! Why did I agree to an updo?”

“Because you liked my wedding hair, Tenderhead, but I warned you,” Nicole answers.

Emma snorts, comfortably warmed by the easy camaraderie of her circle of friends. When she glances sideways at Vanessa, the best of the bunch, Vanessa’s staring dreamily at her phone.

“What’s Hottie #1 up to?” Emma asks.

Vanessa squirms a little and bites her lip, and Emma feels that swoon in the depths of her soul.

“They went to DMK for burgers.” She turns the phone to show Emma a picture of Dean, looking like Shaggy Rogers with a double triple-decker sandwich and a mile-wide grin. “Dork.”

Emma chuckles. “Cute and funny on top of looking like that and being a gentleman? Dangerous.”

Vanessa tenses before placing her phone face down on the side table. “He’s pretty great.” She focuses on the nail technician as he takes a seat in front of the foot bath, chewing the inside of her lip with a furrowed brow.

Emma’s quiet for a while. She really doesn’t want to pry, but she also can’t stand to watch her friend deny herself the possibility of something amazing out of fear. Another pedicurist sits at Emma’s feet, and once they’re each into their work, she tries a new tactic.

“Do you remember that guy Nico from freshman year in the dorms? Before we rushed?”

Vanessa turns her furrowed brow to her friend. “I think so. He worked in the fitness center, right?”

Emma nodded. “We went out once.”

“I didn’t know that!”

“Nobody did.” Emma shrugged, looking down at the man quietly trimming her toenails. “I never told anyone.”

“Why not?”

“At the time I thought it was because I was embarrassed that he was so rough or whatever. Like he was all tatted up with that mohawk, but like...” She looks back at her friend and shakes her head. “The way he made me feel scared the shit outta me.”

Vanessa blinks then slides her gaze to the man working on her feet.

“Then I told myself I wasn’t ready, then I met Josh.” She shrugs. “I sound like some old maid tryna distill my wisdom to you, but I’m just calling it like I see it.”

Vanessa sighs and rolls her neck one way then the other. “He’s 10 years older than me, Em. And I don’t even know what he does for a job. We barely know each other.”

“Bullshit. He knows you better than you’re willing to admit. Who cares what the family business is?”

Vanessa arches a brow in her direction.

“Yeah, Sam has the same tattoo. Plus, Van, he’s like 37.”

“How do you know that?”

“I ask questions and can do basic math.”

Vanessa shakes her head, and her phone vibrates again. She picks it up and swipes it open to look at the new image she received. When she shows Emma her phone screen, she’s treated to an image of Sam taking a large bite of kale and chicken salad with Dean’s thumb pointed down in the foreground.

Emma makes a mock pout. “Oh, Sam — the burdens of maintaining that beautiful body.”

Vanessa laughs again as she turns her camera to snap a shot of herself and Emma to send back to Dean.

“What if they’re in the mafia or something?”

“Like we’ve never dated anyone related to the mafia, please.”

Vanessa rolls her eyes. “That’s my point. But I’m kidding, I don’t get that vibe from them, but what’s with all the scars?”

Emma shrugs. “Sam has ‘em, too. I dunno, but have you ever felt so safe with a guy?”

Vanessa shakes her head. “That’s what I mean. I don’t get the possessive tough guy vibe, just... badass. Kind, generous, gorgeous badass.”

“Right. So do you really wanna let him walk away again?”

Vanessa sighs, dropping her head against the backrest before playfully glaring at her friend. “Why can’t you be a bad friend for once?”

“Not in my nature.”

They both laugh.

After Vanessa and Emma left the hotel for their spa appointment, Dean couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. He doesn’t know what happened in Vanessa’s past to convince her that he’d reject her so easily, but if things were different for Dean, he’d do the exact opposite and hold her close.

The night they met, she asked him to make a scene, and he did. He wants to do it again, but in a different kind of way because she deserves everything she wants.

“Sammy!” Dean adjusts his tie and pockets his wallet. “Meet ya downstairs; gotta get Baby from valet.”

“Be there in five,” Sam calls from his and Emma’s room.

Dean holsters his Colt inside his waistband at his back. They haven’t seen any trouble since they arrived yesterday, but he isn’t taking any chances. Before he walks out the door, he slides into his suit jacket and settles his shades in place.

He and Sam arrive at the church a respectable 30 minutes before the ceremony, dressed to the nines. They hang around outside with the rest of the guests until the doors are opened. Several guests stare at them, and it makes Sam uncomfortable.

“What’re these people staring at?” He fidgets and tries to make himself smaller.

“We’re a coupla handsome sonsabitches, Sammy. They can’t help themselves.” Dean drags his attention from his phone after checking messages. “Still no news, by the way, so I guess we can relax.”

“Is that why you brought your .45?”

Before Dean can answer his cranky baby brother, the doors to the church open and the guests begin filing inside.

“Can never be too careful, now, shut up and get inside.”

In the foyer of the church, the wedding party is greeting the guests. Dean spots her within a second and stops in his tracks, pulling his sunglasses off to get a better look at her. She’s wearing a full-length, dark brown silk gown. It’s sleeveless with a high neck and a low, open back. She’s laughing, and Dean’s heart picks up its pace.

Emma appears at her side, also in a long silk gown of a different color, and Vanessa scans the crowd. When her eyes land on Dean, they go wide, and her jaw drops. Emma turns to see what Vanessa’s looking at and soon her expression is matching.

Dean impatiently waits for the other guests to get out of his way so he can get his hands on her.

“Wow.” Vanessa shakes her head in awe once Dean is in front of her. “You look—”

“Nah.” Dean hooks an arm around her waist to pull her in for a quick kiss. “I’m just tryna keep up with you.”

Vanessa murmurs, “If I had even five extra minutes, I’d take you to the nearest closet and be on my knees.”

“Mmm, careful, Nessa, I gotta go sit in a church pew for the next 45 to an hour.”

“Break it up.” Emma smirks, looping her arm through Vanessa’s to untangle her from Dean’s arms. “Time to line up, Van.”

Vanessa whines and practically stomps her foot, and Dean chuckles, watching Vanessa and Emma hurry to catch up with the rest of the party.

“Damn,” he mutters as they disappear down the stairs of the church.

“No kidding,” Sam agrees. “Talk about a couple of good-looking people.”

“Did you hear what she said to me?”

“I didn’t. But it couldn’t have been better than what Emma said to me.”

Dean shoots his brother a look of surprise. “Well, look at you, little brother.”

“This day has been filled with the longest stretches of time we’ve been still in... ever.”

After the very long, sobering ceremony, Dean and Sam are waiting outside for their dates. It takes longer than they expected, but Dean doesn’t mind the downtime.

“Yeah, I kinda like it.”

“Since when? You rarely even sleep more than four hours a night.”

“I dunno, man, since Amara, maybe? I just... I could get used to this normal shit once in a while is all I’m sayin’.”

Sam puzzles over his brother’s assertion until he spots Emma and Vanessa descending the stairs toward them. He’s taken aback once again by how beautiful Emma is and how she makes him feel normal. That realization is a bit of an a-ha moment for him regarding what Dean just said.

“Hey,” he greets his date with a smile.

“So,” Emma begins, twisting her fingers in the lapels of Sam’s jacket and pulling herself into him. “We can either follow the limo on a bar crawl, or you can take me back to the room right now, and—”

“What a lovely ceremony!” An older lady appears at Vanessa’s side, holding the hand of the flower girl, interrupting Emma’s most certainly obscene proposition. “Wasn’t that lovely?”

“Silvia, how are you?” Vanessa greets the woman and then crouches down to address the little girl. “Oh, my goodness, Ari, you did such a good job with the flowers! How old are you now?”

“Four,” the little girl answers, awkwardly showing Vanessa four little fingers before peeking up at the man behind Vanessa. “Who’s that?”

“Oh, umm,” Vanessa follows Ari’s line of sight to see Dean squatting down beside her.

“Hi, Ari. I’m Dean.” He extends his open hand to her as an introduction, and Ari drops her plump little fist into his palm. Dean smiles, gently curling his hand around hers to shake. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” she says, blushing and twirling where she stands, and holding onto his hand. “Do you like my dress?”

Dean fixes his expression with affected surprise. “‘Course, I do! It’s bright and beautiful, just like you.”

Vanessa is captivated by the ease with which he interacts with a preschooler. Just like the night before after her slip-up with Toni’s mom, he takes it all in stride.

“What do you say, Ari?” Silvia asks.

“Thank you,” the little girl mumbles before turning and hiding in her grandmother’s skirt.

Dean chuckles, and he and Vanessa rise to stand. He wraps an arm around her waist as Silvia explains the reason she has Ari to herself is because her son had to work unexpectedly.

“So, no Daddy-daughter practice dance for Ari tonight. Well, we better get going, Ari. We need to get you something to eat. We’ll see you all at the reception, huh?”

Silvia says her goodbyes and walks away.

“Where’s her mom?” he asks, watching the woman and her granddaughter cross the street to the parking lot.

“She left right after Ari was born. No one’s seen her since.”

Dean winces. “Poor kid.”

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news,” Nicole sighs as she saunters toward them, looking anything but contrite. “Antonia wants the entire wedding party to be on this pub crawl, so no hotel room quickie or whatever you had planned during the cocktail hour.”

She somehow succeeds in side-eying Vanessa, Dean, Emma, and Sam all at the same time.

“Of course, that doesn’t preclude any of you from hand jobs in the Batmobile.”

She rolls her eyes and chuckles as she turns on her heel to the limo where Zach is waiting for her. He waves over her head at the four of them and calls out.

“We’ll wait for ya to pull around behind us and follow!”

Dean nods back before sliding his shades on. “Alright, kids, let’s hit it.”

He offers his elbow to Vanessa, and Sam does the same for Emma before they follow in Silvia’s footsteps to the parking lot.

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Anne

He did it only once. He was cautious, controlled, almost fearful. It was a form of taking possession for which he felt privileged. He had to do it, since he had been denied the original way to 'own me as the first man', therefore he had to be the first man who took my 'other' virginity. It hurt a little, but I'm not a squeamish person and didn't let it show. The Emperor was extremely tender after this act of love that we both longed for. He said that he had known this kind of lovemaking in Egypt, in a Harem, with a beautiful Circassian woman. He said, it gave him the idea of an even deeper intimacy with a woman, but he had never dared to ask for it, which is why he had never done it with Joséphine. I was the first and only one since Egypt. I wondered if he knew what I had seen at the Hôtel Roquelaure when Mereen had 'loved'him like that? Did he know what I knew...? And the desire arose in me again to make him happy in this way! I wanted to give him this inexpressible, all-surpassing measure of bliss! I alone wanted to be this incomparable woman for him. That, and only that was my ambition! "Now you are my wife," he said. I thought he was joking and wanted to tease him about it, but his face was serious. Then he asked me to reach into the pocket of his coat. I found a small box and gave it to him. He opened it, took out a ring and put it on my finger. The ring was made of gold, with tiny diamonds. There was something engraved: "...U vostru per sempre...". I read it out loud. The Emperor explained to me what it meant. "...Forever Yours." I slid the ring onto my finger, then my arms around his neck. I really wasn't sure how serious he was about it and so I told myself: it's a friendship ring, nothing more. The fear of being disappointed was greater than the hope of believing in it. "A beautiful gift, thank you so much, Sire! I will wear the ring with pride!" He looked at me doubtfully. "You thank me so formally? Don't you believe my feelings for you?" I looked at the ring on my finger. "Adèle...I have to thank you for these incomparable moments that you give me! I don't understand why this makes you doubt my feelings? You are my sweet Adèle...forever!" What stabbed me in the heart at that moment was my conviction that he himself did not believe what he was saying. Napoléon could not be faithful! He knew it, I knew it, the whole world knew it! Nevertheless, I smiled and kissed his lips in apparent agreement. He lay on his back next to me, leaning on his elbows, looking down at his hot naked body. His member stuck up in the air, hard as a pipe. "Now be a good wife, Adèle...and take care of it!"

From then on I wore the ring constantly. Duchâtel noticed it, because I wasn't wearing my wedding ring. "Are you wearing a new ring, Madame?" he asked mockingly. And it was precisely this tone of voice that prompted me to respond to his curiosity: "Yes, I am. And it's none of your business!" Of course he suspected a lover, but he could hardly feel jealous about it. After all we were living in a marriage that wasn't one! I proudly showed Camille the beautiful piece of jewelry on my finger. "...the Godemiché wasn't necessary...the Emperor was so tender...it worked without it! I brought the Emperor into the sweetest ecstasy...ha..ha!" Yes, I was proud of myself! I wore the ring at court too. When I sat in my antechamber and did embroidery, the diamonds glittered in the winter sun that shone through the windows. The Empress greeted me again, I was very happy about it. Joséphine admired my embroidery, it was the trim for a Levantine stand-up collar. "Permit me to give you the collar when it is finished, Madame?" She looked at the lace enthusiastically. "That is kind of you, Adèle!" I saw the other ladies-in-waiting smile too. Apparently I was doing quite well in my anteroom exile. Églée, Félicité and the others, however, regretted my absence from the Empress's salon and at Cercle. It was boring without me, they said. Églée thought she had observed that the Emperor showed a certain disappointment every evening when he did not see a certain face in the Empress's salon. "He misses watching you, Adèle! Please do everything you can so that you can attend the evenings in the Empress's salon again soon! There is nothing more exciting than seeing the Emperor flirting..." Églée said, giggling mischievously.

But I didn't want to give up my new position as Dame d'annonce! It was really exciting when the double doors opened and elegantly dressed ladies came in. I greeted the guests, took their invitations, offered them a seat and informed Lily Longrois of their arrival. Lily announced the guests to Madame d'Arberg and she eventually reported the visit to the Empress. We ladies felt a little like a Semaphore, an optical telegraph. On one of these mornings two ladies entered my antichambre. The older of the two had white powdered hair and an old-fashioned broad-brimmed hat, decorated on one side with a brooch and white ostrich feathers, just like in the days of the Ancien Régime. The young woman, she was my age, was dressed in modern clothes, in a darkblue-beige striped velvet robe, with a darkblue canezou, a darkblue muff and a large beige bonnet. Her clothes looked a bit shabby. She had white-blonde hair, was slenderly built, but with ample breasts. She was very pretty! "Madame Blanche de Montbazon, together with her niece Mademoiselle Anne Roche de La Coste," was written on her invitation card. I gave Lily the card, then invited the ladies to sit down. "The weather is too awful," said Madame de Montbazon. "... the cold humidity spoils any curl, doesn't it." The older lady looked around. "Mon Dieu...how everything has changed here. The Tuileries are unrecognizable! You must know...I was already a welcome guest of the Queen here before you were born, Madame!" It sounded a little sharp, not to say arrogant. Madame de Montbazon matched the Empress's powder puffs wonderfully! The young woman said nothing. She admired the golden interior she was in. Her light green eyes sparkled, her delicate pink complexion glowed, she seemed to feel like she was in a fairy tale. Then the double doors opened and Lily asked the two ladies to come to the Empress. But it wasn't long before Lily appeared again and this time asked me to come to the Empress. I put my embroidery aside, fixed my hair (I wore a pink silk camellia blossom that morning), smoothed my velvet grey dress and walked lightly past Lily into the small salon. Joséphine's pugs came straight away with their little curly tails. I stroked them quickly, went to the Empress's armchair and sank into a graceful court curtsy. Joséphine said with the utmost politeness: "Madame Duchâtel,...you have already met Mademoiselle de La Coste. Well, my dear Adèle, I have chosen Mademoiselle de La Coste as my lectrice. It would be an advantage for the young lady if you, dear Adèle, would take care of her and explain her duties to her. Would it be possible, dear Adèle!"

I rose from my curtsy, but was too surprised to answer immediately, because, first of all, I didn't know the duties of a lectrice. She had to read aloud, and what else? And secondly, why did the Empress need a lectrice? Apart from the fact that she had no interest in books, she also couldn't pay attention when books were read to her! I finally smiled. "Your Majesty, it would be a great pleasure for me to assist Mademoiselle de La Coste in her task!" Joséphine nodded. "That's good. You should show the young lady the bookcases right away. Our good Abbé Halna is indisposed. Madame d'Arberg will give you the keys." With a graceful gesture, the Empress pointed to the lady-in-waiting, indicating that we should immediately follow Madame d'Arberg. Anne and I curtsied to the Empress and followed Madame. In the small office of the librarian Abbé Halna, there was a part of Joséphine's library. Actually only geographical books, the court almanac, history of the European royal houses, ancient Rome and Greece. Madame d'Arberg opened the bookcase and gave me the key. "You must first listen to Mademoiselle. If she cannot read fluently you must practice with her, Adèle. Also the pronunciation of foreign words. Can you do that, Adèle?" My eyes wandered over the spines of these consistently boring works. "But yes, Madame!" She put a book from the shelf, it was Vergil's "Aeneas".

"It could well be," Madame d'Arberg then said,"...that the Empress wants a book from the Emperor's library. Then you two will be tasked with fetching it from Monsieur Ripault, the Emperor's librarian." Anne, who was standing next to me, gasped audibly. "Will I see the Emperor?" But the lady-in-waiting looked at Anne in shock. "Of course not!" Then she gave the book to Anne. "Take it! Read it! Practice it! Your remuneration will be agreed upon with your aunt! You are now Her Majesty's lectrice, prove yourself worthy of this task, Mademoiselle de La Coste!" Intimidated by this warning demand, Anne curtsied and whispered: "Yes, Madame!" The lady-in-waiting turned to me, smiling and amiable, as I knew her to be. "The Empress is very fond of you again, Adèle!" She gave me a little kiss on the cheek. Of all the ladies-in-waiting, Madame d'Arberg is one of the sweetest and most distinguished!

Now I had also become a kind of governess! When Anne came to see me the next morning in my apartment in the palace, we talked over petit déjeuner. She lived with her aunt Blanche in a small apartment on the Grande Rue Verte. Anne was an orphan. Her father, an aristocrat, had died in the revolution, her mother had died in childbirth shortly afterwards, and her child, Anne's brother, had not survived either. She was now nineteen years old, having come to Paris at the age of fourteen. She had no formal education and had learned to read and write from her aunt. That meant that she could do practically nothing! So I had to find out what her talents were, what skills she had. Anne was a very beautiful girl. She was taller than me, had a slim, supple body and large, firm, round breasts (which I was jealous of!). She loved to laugh and had beautiful teeth. However, I asked Camille to immediately explain and demonstrate to her the importance of daily teeth cleaning and how it should be performed. After this first hygiene lesson, she opened her chignon and showed me her long, silky, white-blonde hair. It was magnificent! "Aunt Blanche says that the Empress will definitely find a husband for me. Is that true?" she asked me. "The Empress knows a lot of influential people, it could well be that she will arrange a good match for you! Someday, when you become a lady at court...but until then, Anne..." I sighed and smiled at her, "...until then a lot of water will flow down the Seine! And we need to polish you up a bit first, dear Anne!" She seemed happy about it. "It's so nice to be with a woman my age. Can I call you 'Adèle'?" I nodded, but immediately added a lesson. "You can! But only when we're alone. Otherwise I'm Madame Duchâtel for you!"

She was like a calf, without any grace, but with a natural charm that was downright disarming. I took Anne into my heart, I liked her from the beginning. Camille also found her charming. "The young lady needs our help," she said quietly to me. I was ready to take this little aristocrat under my wing, but I had to be careful that Anne did not find out what a "special" position I enjoyed at the imperial court. I told her not to arrive at my apartment in the Tuileries before ten o'clock in the morning. "Not a minute earlier!" My morning rendezvous with the Emperor had to be protected! I was extremely sensitive about this and did not want to take the slightest risk! We agreed that before starting court service we would first examine Anne's wardrobe and her hairstyle. She had hardly any money and didn't own much. A new wardrobe was out of reach for Anne at the moment. So I thought about giving her some of my clothes, although Camille had to open the seams at the hem and bust to adjust the dresses to Anne's figure. She looked pretty in my clothes. I showed her how to move in them, how to do the court curtsy, how to wear the little train. Anne was and remained the clumsy little calf; she would never be a graceful lady, but she beamed and seemed happy about her change. That made up for everything! We also practiced reading diligently. She had a talent for it, and articulated everything she read clearly and understandably. However, we moved on from Vergil to the fables of LaFontaine, a reading genre that I knew the Empress also liked. While I was training my little élève, the Emperor made sure that our love life was not neglected. He was very busy with his government work, but he always found time and ways to see me. And he wanted me every day! We often did it in my apartment in the palace, not only in the mornings, but also in the afternoons when the opportunity arose. When he had more time he wanted to meet me at the Allée des Veuves, where we could "do it loudly" as he said. Once the Emperor sent Duchâtel to inspect the bookkeeping of a garrison somewhere for two days. Duchâtel had not yet completely disappeared our home through the front door when the black fiacre drove onto the gravel path and the Emperor appeared incognito in our house. Napoléon took two steps at a time as he came up the stairs to my rooms. He wanted me in my sweet-smelling bed! It was one of the hottest nights of love I've ever had with him... When Roustam came early the next morning to pick up the Emperor, I didn't want to let him go. "Stay with me, darling! Please, don't go!" I held him in my arms. "How I would like to stay, Adèle...but you know that I do not belong to myself!" He kissed me. Then he added quietly: "...I would prefer never to leave your sweet bed again,...but I have to, ma petite...I have to!" I let him go. Although I knew that I would see him again in a short time, the world ended for me at that moment. I cried. Camille later said, not very comfortingly: "You can cry, Madame...now and then it's good for us women to cry!" But my misfortune did not end there; after breakfast my bleedeng started! I cried even more and had Camille put the coral jewelry on me, thereby making clear to the Emperor what condition I was in. It meant I couldn't be intimate with him, but it also meant I wasn't pregnant! And that weighed more heavily on my heart than anything else.

The next morning, Madame d'Arberg came to me in my antechambre with a small list. Anne was wearing one of my reseda green dresses, my maid had done her hair beautifully and put some rouge on her lips. I was wearing sky-blue velvet, with white lace on the neckline and red corals on my neck and earlobes. Madame d'Arberg gave me the list. "The Empress wants you to ask the Emperor for these books! Please contact the Emperor's chamberlain, Monsieur de Thiard, he is informed! It will take a while, Monsieur de Thiard will pass the order on to Monsieur Ripault, the Emperor's librarian. Monsieur Ripault is of advanced age and of frail constitution, it will take him some time to find the books. So it would be better if you wear a coat and hat, the hallways of the Tuileries are cold...and the wait could be long!" Anne and I put on our coats. I wore no bonnet, but the fur-trimmed hood of my coat. I took Anne's hand and pulled her behind me through the high, cold hallways of the palace. "I would get helplessly lost here," Anne said, admiring the high ceilings. "If you don't know your way around here, that can actually happen." I said, but completely different thoughts were going through my head. Our mission seemed strange to me. When Joséphine wanted something from the Emperor, she went to him herself, through the secret staircase of the dark corridor that led from her boudoir to his salon. Why did she send Anne and me to him now? When we reached the first floor with the Emperor's chambers over the large marble staircase, we encountered the dragoons of the imperial guard. There were groups of officers, ministers, and clerks. Several domestics looked after those waiting. I smiled at the gentlemen, bowed my head, greeted them quietly and enjoyed the male admiration. Anne seemed rather intimidated by this attention. "So many men!" she whispered to me. I was convinced that she was still a virgin. The many dashing officers in their tight riding trousers must be confusing Anne! Finally I turned to a servant and asked for Monsieur de Thiard. The young man led us to one of the many doors, knocked, entered and immediately came back again. "His Majesty's chamberlain requests your presence, Madame!"

Auxonne Théodore de Thiard - the 'handsome Théo'. I had seen him a few times, but we had not introduced to each other. A tall, slim, blond man in a silver-white livery came towards us. He had beautiful blond curls and sparkling blue eyes. An Adonis! I offered him my gloved hand, which he took and bowed slightly. "Madame Duchâtel, I am delighted to be of assistance to the Empress!" Then his gaze fell on Anne, who was making a far too deep court curtsy to him. I suddenly noticed a change in his expression; his gaze became very soft, his beautiful mouth began to smile. "Mademoiselle Anne Roche de La Coste, Her Majesty's lectrice," I introduced my companion. Anne stood up, looked at him and held out her hand, which he gallantly kissed! They both looked at each other in silence for I don't know how many moments, because I was sure that they fell in love at first sight. I had never seen anything like that before, it was magical! But then I was distracted by what was happening between the two of them, my gaze fell through an open double door, I saw Monsieur Méneval, the Emperor's secretary. And shortly after I heard his voice. "His" voice! My heart leapt! I lowered my eyes. I had not expected to meet him.

The Emperor came out of his study, which was further back and was easily visible because all the doors were open. I gave Monsieur de Thiard the list of books. He took a look at it, then the Emperor appeared in the doorway. "Well, a ladies visit in the morning...that's quite unusual!" Anne and I immediately curtsied. A very deep one! "Your Majesty!" I murmured. The chamberlain also bowed. The Emperor asked Monsieur de Thiard: "...what is it about?" The chamberlain bowed again. "Sire, the Empress requests the loan of some of Your books." Monsieur de Thiard handed the Emperor the list, but he ignored the paper, however, and instead asked me: "And who is this young person?" I stood up. "Sire, this is Mademoiselle Anne Roche de La Coste, Her Majesty's new lectrice." The Emperor glanced briefly at Anne, who was trembling slightly in her curtsy. "Ah yes, I heard about it," said Napoléon. "Monsieur de Thiard...take care of it!...Madame Duchâtel, you come with me! I have found the book you were looking for...about the childhood diseases...you know! Come...come!" He waved me behind him, I exchanged a helpless look with Anne, then followed the Emperor. I followed him through several corridors, past doormen...into the Cabinett Arrière, which I knew very well. But I had always entered through the secret door, never through the corridor. As the door closed behind us, he took me in his arms. "What is the Empress up to...what does this mean?" Before I could answer, he kissed me. He had eaten licorice, I tasted sweet anise. "Sire, she wants some of your books...that's all!" He held me in his arms, shaking his head a little as he said: "No, there's something else behind it! You just don't know her! With this book request she wants to keep me away from her salon for a few hours...I bet! The good Monsieur Ripault needs hours to find titles, he can't do it without my help, and the Empress knows that!" His look became bold. "Adèle, tell me who the Empress is receiving...is it that Tallien woman?" Oh, of course, how could I, how could Joséphine have assumed that the Emperor would not find out! I was left standing there, feeling stupid because she hadn't told me anything. I didn't know who Joséphine was secretly receiving this morning! So I quickly said: "No, not Madame Tallien. It's the...fortune teller!" The Emperor paused, then laughed. "That stupid LeNormand!...I should go downstairs, kick the doors and throw out that old chimera myself!"

I placed my hands on his chest and tried to calm him down with a sweet voice. "But what's the harm, Sire? A little bit of card-reading, a little bit of dreaming and hoping for the future...it makes the Empress happy...please let her do it!" He looked at my mouth, grabbed my chin as he always did. "Oh you sweet thing, you're still protecting her!" Then he kissed me passionately like he always did! Finally he gave me the book I had asked him for. A German doctor had written it, in French! It covered all known infant and child diseases. "Thank you so much, Sire! That's wonderful!" I started to leaf through it while he caressed my neck, kissing me, he said softly: "Now the Empress has a lectrice...and what about me? When will I get my lectrice? A cute little lectrice...I know who would be suitable!" I had to laugh and gave myself over completely to his tender attack. We kissed for half an hour, my face was wet and red when he left me, humming falsely, as always: "...oui, c'est 'n fait...je me marie..."

Anne looked at me questioningly when I returned to her. "Did you fall, Madame?" I tried to remove the traces of Napoléon's kiss attack. "No, I'm fine. Monsieur de Thiard will bring us the books...yes?" The chamberlain's name brought Anne's smile back. "...yes! Monsieur de Thiard!" she said enthusiastically.

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a ring on yours, a ring on mine. victor lee 李泽言, f!reader, angst

you sat on the sofa, admiring the ring adorning your finger, as the sales spoke to you about the brand's history. a blissful smile of excitement lathering over your lips, it wasn't every day you were 'getting married'. shifting the piece side to side to admire the emerald-cut diamond under different lightings. how the little jewels wrapping around your fingers identifed unbreaking love was beyond you. you've considered marriage before, perhaps just never with the right individuals. otherwise, another take, with the right individuals, at the wrong time.

your admirable ex-lover was a busy man after all, and the two of you sought for different things in your relationship. victor was always wanting something tangibly official between the two of you, while you were always heading for business success—never ready for dedicating into his love. the sales assistant's voice dragged you back to reality, "it's brilliant, isn't it? one of a kind, 8.51 ct, rated flawless, and crafted over 2000 hours," lightly whispering to add, "one of the executive designer's cronies, a billionaire, sought after this one for his wife. he said it represented his love-at-first-sight perfectly, isn't that sweet?" she fawned over her little tabloid, reaching over to grab your hand and admire it with joy. you hummed in response, "what happened then, why didn't he take the ring?" "well, there's a lot of discussion around that one, we heard he found one that was even better. no one's sure if that's supposed to mean the girlfriend or the ring." she sighed. you were reminded by the plenty of rumours and gossip revolving victor after you left for an opportunity in France, the model girlfriends and the plutocrat daughters. was he in a relationship now? you wouldn't know, not like the information concerned you anyway. "i know you like this one quite a lot, I'll leave you to it. call me if you need anything, i'm right outside." your sales representative remarked, watching you deep in thought. gently closing the doors of the private salon. taking a sip from the peppermint tea on the side table, still entranced and bemused by the beauty of the diamonds a while longer; before finally deciding to take it for yourself. you'd accomplished so much success in the past couple of years, you deserved to treat yourself with some jewels. everything was only going to get better from here—you were back in lianyu, and back for good. with the ring still on your finger, you walked out of the en suite. "natalie?" you called, searching for her as you roamed the boutique. crashing into a broad, suited shoulder, sensating an odd familiarity. stumbling back with your hands raised in front of your chest, you stuttered, "i'm terribly sorry." only to have had your soft, apologetic gaze met with stern, slate orbs. the name slipped from your mouth, "victor". it wasn't difficult to observe the twitch of shock in his expression this time, unlike in the past when he'd concealed his every emotion from strangers. perhaps, he didn't think you were a stranger. your eyes scanned him, he seemed to be a bit bigger, and even more charming than you remembered it. victor rapidly blinked, adjusting his throat to respond. "congratulations." his firm voice nearly echoed. a look of confusion and bewilderment filled your eyes, swallowing again to utter out, "what?" "your ring," his eyes not adverting from the diamond band, "congratulations." you didn't feel like explaining to him your situation. "thank you," you blandly replied. it also seemed clear to you why he was in this kind of boutique in the first place, "you too, who's the lucky girl?" genuinely and kindly smiling at the man. whoever was to have him was indisputably lucky, victor was a considerate man with all the love a human could give. after all, he was finally able to find the right person to spend the rest of his life with. except it wasn't you, and yours will never be him. a ring now decorated your finger, and soon, a ring would decorate his.

| an. im thinking of writing a part two... maybe a fluff?

** for reference, the ring in this piece is "pure emotion" from Mouawad's love story collection. i was debating between a tear-drop, emerald, or square cut, but i think emerald cut just screams victor. also contemplated between "soul of harmony" and "pure emotion", the design of soh fits victor more, though i enjoyed the description of pure emotion <3.

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Little Earthquakes - Chapter Nine.

Thanks to my little audience for your feedback on this. You are hugely appreciated by your author :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

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Words - 3,477

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Minors DNI!

“Blud, use the firelighters, fucks sake!”

“Christoper, for the love of the virgin Mary’s ankle bracelet, I’ve already told you I’m not using them! They make the food taste of chemicals.”

“Never gonna get it lit, ay. Organic firelighters, my fucking arse.”

Kelsey knew it from the moment he’d arrived early, that she’d be mithered to death over anything from food prep to lighting the barbecue itself. “I’ll come before the others, help you out, fam.” That was never what it meant with Chris. Help always meant hinder.

At least when Nathan had pledged the same, he’d actually been of help, he and Holly creating salads, making coleslaw, the fact his sister Natasha was a chef and had thus taught him how to chop at speed coming in very handy.

While Kelsey and Chris were negotiating the lighting of coals, Nathan was enjoying the talents of what his girlfriend had been taught by her sibling, Holly very proficient in massaging thanks to her younger sister Adele learning it as part of being a beautician. He often suffered with a tight back from tattooing for long periods of time, but as he sat at her feet on a cushion, he was nothing but blissful as he felt all the knots in his shoulders being manipulated.

“I think I know your sister, you know,” Sai, Chris’s wife spoke, demolishing a bowl of sweetcorn salad. It was her favourite dish of Nathan’s, so he’d made way too much so that she could have a bowl of her own to demolish. “Works at Buddha Spa in Islington, drives a red MG, innit? She does my nails.”

“Yes! That’s Adele,” she confirmed, pressing the heel of her palm against the shoulder that didn’t want to yield, a loud crack following.

“Ahhh, fuck. That’s got it,” Nathan mumbled happily.

“I didn’t think beauty paid well enough to drive a classic car,” Sai continued, chewing her way through the salad with enthusiasm. “Sorry if that sounds rude, like. I remember one of my college mates went into it and she said it don’t pay well unless you basically own your own salon.”

“No, don’t be daft, Sai. It isn’t rude, it’s very true,” she spoke, waving her hand dismissively. “Adele got left granddad’s classic cars after our gran died, and I got the flat. She sold the Jag and kept the MG because it was nicer to drive.”

“I bloody love classic Jags! You didn’t fancy buying it off her, no?”

She shook her head. “I don’t drive, which is regrettable, since this one here drives like Lewis Hamilton on speed.”

“Oi! Shit off with your casting aspersions on my driving skills!” Nathan barked, tipping his head back to frown at her.

“Nath, you are scary behind a wheel though, fam,” Chris spoke, Kelsey nodding vigorously.

“Lewis Hamilton on speed sums you up well, mate,” she added with a grin to Holly, both of them receiving a lot of aggressive finger pointing.

“Chipping in over there with your codshit,” he scoffed, “two wankers who can’t even start a pissing fire!”

“It’s lit!”

Chris snorted, looking at the coals. “Barely, Kels.”

“That’s it, you’ve forced me into this.” Looking towards the back door, she called for backup. Teeny, tiny backup. “Flynn! Get out here and do wrestling with your uncle Chris!”

There were a few moments of silence before the sound of little feet running from the kitchen could be heard. “I’m coming, mumma!” At two and a half years old, Flynn Chapman-Harris had the kind of speed to be envied, hurtling towards Chris with a look of glee. “Gonna getcha!”

“I’m ready for ya, little blud!” he spoke, holding his hands wide, bending down a little... to the perfect height for the child to come to a headbutted stop right against his balls. “Jesus wept!” he grunted, folding further, his friends and wife all cracking up completely.

“What a shot, Flynn!” Sai chirped, picking up her wine and taking a sip.

“Oi, love. I wouldn’t be so happy about that since you’re wanting kids, ay?” her husband grumbled, picking up the fast-moving toddler and swinging him around a few times. “If he does it too many times, you’ll have more chance getting knocked up by Nath than you will me!”

More laughter followed that, Nathan himself booming, finishing his beer and opening a fresh bottle from the many he and Holly had brought with them, handing one to Chris, too. At thirty-four and thirty-one, the couple had spent the first ten years of their marriage very career focused, also enjoying an abundance of nice holidays as a child free couple, only now deciding to start a family.

The subject of children arose a short time later, Dawnii sitting down for five minutes with the intent of getting to know Holly a little better and vice versa, the guys plus Kelsey all hovering around the barbecue.

“So, I carried them both and they have the same sperm donor. Simon, a good friend of ours who you’ll meet later with his husband. Flynn was from one of Kelsey’s eggs and Fallon mine, so we could both have the biological connection to our children,” she explained to Holly, who had noticed that the children did bear a remarkable resemblance to their mother’s. Flynn especially was Kelsey’s double.

“That’s flippin’ lovely, that they have that tie with you both and the same donor. They’re so cute and well-mannered, too,” she spoke, Dawnii beaming.

“Thanks, but you haven’t seen them when it’s bedtime yet. Christ! That’s when the demons come out!”

“Or trying to get Flynn in the bath,” Sai spoke, remembering her own troubles with the little lad when she and Chris had babysat recently. “I guess I have all that to come. I can’t wait, if nothing but to shut my bloody mother up about it!”

“Oh, no,” Holly groaned. “Have you been getting the grandchildren noises?”

Noises? Leticia Johnson was more foghorn than mere noise. “God, yes! Year after year for the last decade, she hasn’t let up. I mean Jesus, what is it with some people – and sadly usually our fellow sisters too – who think it’s the be all and end all for a couple to procreate!”

Now this, Holly could get behind, given her choice to not have children. “Yes! Flippin’ heck, the crap I’ve gotten from people about it! ‘Oh, you’ll regret it!’ ‘You’ll change your mind eventually!’ ‘Who’s going to look after you when you’re old?’ I’m sorry, but I think if you’re only having children so you have a nursemaid in your elder years, you’re having them for selfish reasons. And I object to being told my own mind in that I’ll somehow regret it! I’m an intelligent woman, I can decide what I want for myself without it being a regret!”

Sai clicked her fingers rapidly, nodding with great enthusiasm. “Innit, though, babes? Also, like why can’t we be celebrated for the accomplishments we make, and not when we decide to bear young, if at all? Why does that become the all-consuming goal?”

“If anything, I received the exact opposite,” Dawnii offered, sipping her cranberry juice, looking over to where her little ones played on the lawn. “We had everyone telling us how we couldn’t, that it would confuse any potential children, having two mothers. Thankfully my mum was great about it, same for my in-laws, too. We were lucky with our immediate family unit, but others weren’t as kind.”

“We women are blighted by the opinions of others so much more than men,” Holly spoke, opening herself a fresh beer. “Take Nathan getting snipped for example. His doctor referred him right away for the surgery, no hoop jumping. I inquired about having my tubes tied once and was told I was too young at thirty, that I might change my mind, that it didn’t make sense when I was a healthy young woman still in childbearing years. It’s such a double standard! Why was his decision as a man respected with more integrity than mine as a woman?”

“Sexism is still so rampant,” Sai offered.

“Agreed, completely agreed!” Dawnii added, the women all continuing to enjoy putting the world to rights. While they did, Nathan kept on stealing little glances in their direction, loving how seamlessly Holly had fitted into his life. He winked, and she returned it, the two women she sat with noticing.

“You two,” Sai cooed softly, reaching to grasp her bare foot and give it a little shake as she grinned. “Adorable.”

Holly could only agree. She hadn’t been bitten by the infatuation bug quite so hard in a while, her romance with Nathan making her feel constantly like she floated on cloud nine. She would be lying if she said there weren’t a few cloudy areas, though, despite the fact that he made her so happy.

“Yeah, yeah we are,” she began, sipping her beer. “He’s so sweet, even though my own thoughts are sometimes bordering on intrusive.”

“Oh?” Sai spoke, reaching for her again. Holly liked how affectionately tactile she was. In the month and a half since she had been with Nathan officially, Sai had been very warm and welcoming to her. “Anything you want to share?”

“If you don’t mind?”

“Of course not, doll,” Dawnii spoke, shuffling a little nearer. “What’s up?”

“It’s me, it isn’t him,” Holly began, her lips thinning a little. “It’s my stuff about being cheated on. Sai knows already, but just to bring you up to speed, it was what ended my marriage to my ex-husband. He cheated on me with three different women.”

“Blinking swine!” Dawnii gasped, rooting in her head of raven curls to begin winding one around her finger.

“Yeah, he flippin’ was, and it made me a little insecure, y’know? Especially after Nathan revealed he’d been seeing other women while we were still casual. Well, seeing is a little strong, according to what he said. He’d just had sex with them and that was it. I really appreciate that he was honest with me, it’s completely on brand for who he is as a person, someone who doesn’t mess people around. He didn’t have to tell me that, but he did, and I believe that he isn’t doing it anymore, but yeah. The intrusive voice surfaces sometimes, and now I’m babbling. Sorry!”

“Oi, don’t be silly! Girlfriends are here to be babbled at, innit?” Sai spoke, pointing a soft finger in her direction. “Valid, how you feel is completely normal and valid too, babes.”

“Can I just say, too, Nathan acting like a man whore? Total personality swap,” Dawnii added, glancing over at him.

“Trust us, Nath shagging around is completely out of character for him. He’s not into it, hence our surprise to hear it,” Sai quickly interjected with, Dawnii continuing.

“I was shocked when Kelsey revealed it to me, and trust me when I say if he was still doing it, she’d have told me. He wasn’t discreet about it in front of her or Chris. Despite the fact that he’s like family to me, if he was still doing it, I’d tell you. Hell, you see Kelsey more often and trust me, she’d have shamed him and told you, too. We’re big on girl code, and she’s big on holding those she loves accountable when they mess up.”

Hearing those earnestly delivered pledges made her feel much more at ease. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Nathan, per se, it was more she didn’t trust that she was good enough not to be cheated on by a seemingly lovely man. Dean had been lovely once, until all his bad behaviours and red flags she’d willingly ignored had become too big to no longer turn a blind eye towards.

“I appreciate that, thank you. Like I say, I do trust him, but all the crapping messing around I had off Dean, it sticks, y’know?”

She was met by two vigorous nods. “I’ve been cheated on in the past, babes. A couple of guys before Chris treated me awfully, so I know where you’re coming from,” Sai revealed, reaching to rub her arm affectionately. “To explain it perhaps from Nath’s perspective, all that with Lisa fucking turned him inside out. He was broken.”

“I know, and I think he still is to a degree.” Holly truly couldn’t say he was fully healed from his marriage breakdown, but pleasingly, she continued to see him improve. “I don’t expect him simply being with me to be enough to heal everything she messed up in him, that simply isn’t realistic, but he’s getting there. He tells me now if something is bugging him, instead of panicking and getting drunk.”

That had been a concern Kelsey had shared with her wife, Dawnii of course seeing it for herself too in the state he’d gotten into a few months ago when he’d ended up passed out on their sofa. “Yeah, doll. Kelsey has confirmed he’s calmed down on the drinking front, too. Honestly, I think you’re doing more for him than you think, Holly. Nathan isn’t very tough where his heart is concerned. He needs someone he can feel safe with, and you’re that person for him. Thinks the world of you, he does.”

“I second that, babes,” Sai added, Holly feeling a pleasant tingle inside to hear such praise from two people Nathan regarded so highly.

“I’m glad, because I’m utterly smitten with him,” she spoke, giving him a little wave, Nathan pulling a face that had her laughing. “He’s just so kind and thoughtful. He brings me coffee every morning when he stays over, sets his alarm earlier just so he can make time to cuddle me before he has to leave, makes me breakfast while I get ready, and flippin’ hell, the man can cook!”

“Has he made you that lasagne he does with the butternut squash sauce instead of tomato yet?” Sai asked.”

Oh, had he ever. “Yes! He got laid so damned well after that. It was delish!”

“I said to him, Chris would have to worry about me running off with him if I was into white guys, after he cooked that for us one time!”

Sitting there, she continued to sing Nathan’s praises in all the ways he was a wonderful boyfriend, until the guys plus Kelsey joined them again to eat. Later, they all sat talking quietly, with two sleepy children both fighting to stay awake, Flynn cuddled up with his mumma and Fallon curled up against Nathan, whom she was particularly fond of.

“She loves you, doesn’t she?” Holly spoke, reaching to stroke her cheek with a soft fingertip, Fallon snoring adorably.

“Yeah, she’s my little bud,” he confirmed, stroking her hair and dropping a kiss to her forehead, her mummy very carefully lifting her from his arms to take her to bed, Kelsey leaving with Flynn too. “It’s nice to be able to just hang out with them again and give them cuddles without worrying about getting a pissing mouthful for it later.” When her face contorted in befuddlement, he continued. “Lisa would always give me shit about it, saying how great I was with these two and how I couldn’t really not want kids, going by that.”

She rolled her eyes at the absurdity of his ex’s opinion, Sai piping up next to her. “You look a lot more relaxed than you were eight months ago, Nath, now you’ve got all that drama out your life.”

God, how he was. He still had his moments, but they were becoming fewer and further between, the more he settled into contentment with Holly. “Yeah, yeah. Definite yes. She weren’t no good for me. You still hear from her at all?”

Lisa and Sai had once been good friends, but her behaviour towards Nathan had driven a wedge between them, although he wondered how permanent it had been from Sai’s perspective. “Nah, babes. Told her I didn’t want to be around that energy. Using a baby to trap someone, someone who emphatically stated he didn’t want to be father, too? That’s not the kind of person I want to be near to, innit.” She then looked to Holly, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. “I prefer this energy right here.”

He liked that, that she and his girlfriend were forming a fast friendship. “You’re not the only one, sweetheart.” His words stated the complete obvious, Nathan looking to Holly with a smile, grasping her hand as the conversation moved on to Chris and Sai’s upcoming vow renewals. It was funnier to no one more than the couple themselves that the renewal had ended up becoming fancier than their actual registry office wedding had been. It was essentially the wedding they’d always wanted, but hadn’t been able to afford in their early twenties.

As a result, the shop would be closing for a week, the team all heading up to Hertfordshire for a small staycation prior to the event itself.

“Baby, you don’t need that many pairs of shoes,” Nathan spoke, entering her bedroom the following Sunday to see her stuffing them into her suitcase, readying herself for their short time away.

Oh, how he didn’t understand the average woman’s necessity for footwear. “I have to have choices, because if I change my mind over these and want these ones instead, I’ll be right pissed off knowing I let them behind,” she explained, gesturing to two shoes that didn’t look all too different from each other.

“Are the Wembley Fraggle’s coming?” No, he still hadn’t let that die.

“Of course.”

His crinkled nose had her in soft fits, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he sipped his coffee. “And what's the underwear situation? The silver set better be coming with us."

He did have a particular fondness for those. “You only like them because you can see my nipples through the lace.”

His eyes gleamed, raising an eyebrow. “A man cannot be blamed for enjoying a little hint of nipple every now and again.” Holly then obliged him by grabbing her vest top, flashing him rapidly. “Woowoohoo!”

“I thought you were going for a bath anyway, rather than mithering me on what I might or might not be packing?” she asked, grabbing another pair of shoes, the very pointed heeled ones that her boyfriend began nodding rapidly at. He did have a fondness for her wearing those. Especially after she’d left them on during sex recently.

“I am, it’s running right now.”

“Ahh, just like your mouth.”

“Oi, shit off!” His exclamation had her laughing hard, poking her tongue out at him as she arranged her clothing to stuff in a fifth pair of shoes. “You and your sass, Madden.” Yes, after tiring of keeping her ex’s name, she’d reverted back to her maiden name recently, very much glad to be free of anything relating to Dean. “Right, next priority. What toys you bringing?”

She had to love his enthusiasm. “Erm... butt plug, bullet, get that look of your face right now because I am not bringing the Bad Dragon purchase.”

“Pissing spoil sport!”

“Nath, it’s too big!”

An eyeroll preluded his words. “How’d you know? You won’t even try it!” And she couldn’t be blamed for that either. After casually browsing the website with him, more out of curiosity than anything, she’d confessed to wondering what the tentacle dildos would feel like, since they were much different textually than anything she’d tried before.

It was also perhaps one of the lesser-scary phalluses they offered, it had to be noted. And so, he’d bought one for her as a surprise. She’d had just that after removing the rainbow-coloured monstrosity from the box, her eyes darting between him and the creature from the deep as she’d coined it.

“Nathan, it’s gigantic! I already get stretched to capacity around you!” she cried, snorting at the size of his grin.

“Yeah, you do,” he chuckled filthily, sipping his coffee. “If it hurts, I’ll stop.”

“Famous last words.”

“Aw, go on! It’ll be proper pukka, watching you take it,” he spoke, grinning wider. “It’s getting me hard just thinking about it.”

She fell apart completely at that. “Seriously?”

Glancing between her and his crotch a few times, he raised his eyebrows rapidly. “Come see for yourself.” Whilst she resisted the scary dildo still in a box beneath her bed, she could never resist the man sitting upon it.

His bath was delayed that morning, and, after a lot of cajoling, the dildo plus a bottle of lube were added to her suitcase. If it kept him quiet, she supposed. There was no harm in trying either, she also reasoned.

It was about to be a memorable little week away for them, and for more than what lurked within her suitcase.

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Charisma House - The Seven Charisma‘s “One Week Charisma“ lyrics translation (english)

Charismatic from the moment of birth

Lyrics translation of “One Week Charisma” ( カリスマ1週間 , karisuma isshuukan)!

TL notes:

“Fantasista“ means “A comedian or actor that is quick witted with their speech, and is skilled with improvisation.” or “A soccer player of outstanding skill, rich in creativity, and has a talent for showing off unexpected performances.” (definition roughly translated from kotobank)

善悪 (zenaku) means “good or evil”, while 正邪 (seija) means “right or wrong”. However, Charisma House officially translates 正邪 as “good or evil” which is why I decided to switch around the meaning for 善悪 and 正邪 in Fumiya’s lyrics.

Edit: Few corrections have been made due there being a more credible transcription of the lyrics available online.

Now let’s charimastically spend our week!

Amahiko: This week’s also ECSTASYYY~!

Terra: The weekend’s only for myself

Sarukawa: What I do is my choice!

Iori: Today too free service and aid!

Rikai: Today’s burnable garbage day

Ohse: The week is starting over again

Fumiya: These macarons are tasty

(Amahiko’s verse)

You’re Sooo Sexy Heaven being called forth on

MONDAY Early next week

The world sexy ambassador who is I

Shall hereby hold a “Direct Sexual Meeting” (An independently hosted event)

What, you’re saying you want to arrive together??

Certainly Everyone join my hand in writhing

And why don’t we go liberate sex~!

We’re charismatically charismatic~

(Rikai’s verse)

Everything I speak of is correct

The House’s Discipline Committee Member Rikai-oniisan

Now then Tuesday’s for throwing out trash The day of flammable garbage

Who did it…!

You know properly seperating is the law of society!

Flammable Incombustibility Oversized

At any rate it’s a heap of trash….

Anything that throws order in disarray must be swept clean

By annihilation!

We’re charismatically charismatic~

(Iori’s verse)

Hey, hey Treat me as your slave

Please work me as much as you’d like to

Give me an overwhelming amount of burden~

Wednesdays I’m on duty for meals Cooking Time!

And tomorrow and the day after and next week and next month

On duty for cooking on every day of the year~

Aah… This is truly happiness

Thank you for this burden of finest quality

I’ll diligently work as your manservant

We’re charismatically charismatic~

Genuine fantasista’s

Charismatic from the moment we were born

Genuine fantasista’s

Charismatic from the moment we were born

C・ H・ A・ R・ I・ S・ M・ A

DNA no one could copy

Charismatic tomorrow too and the day after~

We are charisma~

Next week and the week after

Fall for us More more more

Attention here! Gather here!

Revel in that charisma (charisma)

(Fumiya’s verse)

Eyy taking things calmly Ito Fumiya here

Thursday came back around this week

Well on the other hand it’s not as if anything changes

Guess I’ll go eat some of my favourite sweets again

Mm… doesn’t matter what day you spoil yourself, does it?

Today’s crepes, parfaits, macarons, a brief moment of supreme bliss

The judgement of right or wrong isn’t an issue Charisma of Good and Evil

We’re charismatically charismatic~

(Terra’s verse)

Aah lovely~ How glorious~

Beautiful once again today~ My face is

Ah right today’s friday!

Tomorrow’s the weekend for getting dressed up to go out

Beauty salon… shopping… what to do

Terra-kun’s will become lovely as ever again~

My own self is already a trend

We’re charismatically charismatic~

Genuine fantasista’s

Charismatic from the moment of birth

Genuine fantasista’s

Charismatic from the moment of birth

C・ H・ A・ R・ I・ S・ M・ A

DNA no one could copy

Charismatic tomorrow too and the day after~

We are charisma~

Next week and the week after

Fall for us More more more

Attention here! Gather here!

Revel in that charisma (charisma)

(Sarukawa’s verse)

I’m Sarukawa Kei Working together? Who the hell cares

I only do what I want

I’ll crush those rules and manners!

Weekend, saturday? Going out with everyone?

Hah? I ain’t going Don’t decide for me!

If you guys say YES I’ll say NO

Ain’t gonna answer to your demands!

What to do is for me to decide

I’ll break it down Today’s also destruction mode!

We’re charismatically charismatic~

(Ohse’s verse)

It’s here… sunday…

Tomorrow monday will come again

Such a sore loser somehow got through the entire week

I’m absolutely a nuisance to everyone…

To begin with spending time with such a guy everyday must be definitely detestable…

Yeah…

I’m a being not worthy of living It’s out of the question

I hope no one will have to see it tommorrow

I’ll kill myself today…. I apologize… Uuuguh…

We’re charismatically charismatic~

Everyone do you see it now?

Our daily charisma charge!

Look, look! Here come the charismatics!

C・ H・ A・ R・ I・ S・ M・ A

DNA no one could copy

Charismatic tomorrow too and the day after~

We are charisma~

Next week and the week after

Fall for us More more more

Attention here! Gather here!

Revel in that charisma (charisma)

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