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liaromancewriter · 15 days

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Perfect Day

Premise: When the leaves turn, it’s time for childhood fun.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. Max Valentine Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 930

A/N: I wanted to write this fic last Fall, but I couldn't seem to do it. It's not officially Autumn in my part of the world, yet, but this weekend feels like it as the temps drop. I'm using prompt 1 from @creativepromptsforwriting's Grumpy-Sunshine dialogue prompts. Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills

It was a perfect Fall day. Crisp air, a clear blue sky, the sun hanging low, casting a golden glow over the backyard blanketed with fallen leaves from the old oak tree. Their vibrant hues—reds, oranges, and yellows—created a kaleidoscope of color on the ground. Still more fell, raining down on the little girl captivated by the magic of the season.

Six-year-old Cassie Valentine turned her face up to the sky, arms spread wide as she spun in circles, laughing when errant leaves grazed her forehead before drifting to the soft ground.

Her twin brother Max whooped and hollered like a banshee, leaping into the largest pile. His maniacal laughter stood in stark contrast to her joyful giggles. The leaves crunched under his weight, releasing an earthy scent reminiscent of the changing seasons.

Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Cassie charged forward, sharing a mischievous glance with Max.

They leaped into the air together, seeming to float for a second, and then, with a soft whoosh, landed in the pile, leaves flying around them and their laughter echoing through the yard.

The crunch beneath them was satisfying, a symphony of fall, and they both giggled uncontrollably as they sank into the colorful mound. They took turns burying each other, tossing handfuls of colorful leaves into the air just to watch them flutter down like confetti.

Cassie lay on her back, flailing her arms as if making a leaf angel, while Max jumped from pile to pile. Eventually, he grew tired and flopped down beside her, his head resting against hers.

They lay there side by side, staring at the slowly darkening sky. The sound of rustling leaves in the gentle breeze and their steady breathing were the only things breaking the peaceful silence.

“Best day ever,” Max said with a grin, showing off the gap in his front teeth.

“Best season ever,” Cassie whispered, sighing in contentment.

At that moment, the world was just them, the leaves and the endless possibilities of a perfect autumn day.

Many years later…

There was no season quite like Fall, thought Cassie. And her adopted hometown of Boston was a sight to behold when the seasons changed and the leaves turned.

The city hummed quietly in the distance, but here in the wide expanse of Boston Common, the sounds were a symphony of children laughing, branches rustling in the wind, and squirrels scurrying from tree to tree.

The winding paths were blanked with a patchwork of Autumn hues—red, gold, amber. The ancient trees seemed to bow overhead, shaking loose leaves that drifted lazily to the ground.

Leaves crunched beneath her boots, a satisfying sound that reminded her of childhood pleasures and a time of innocence.

She glanced sideways at her husband, his brow furrowed in deep thought, her hand warm in his. A sudden idea sparked. Ethan Ramsey could use some fun.

Cassie tugged at his hand, ignoring his startled shout as she dragged him toward the piles of leaves scattered across the green.

Her eyes sparkled with laughter as she gathered handfuls of leaves and tossed them over his head. A red leaf stuck to his hair, and his exasperation was evident in the way he stared at her.

Cassie grinned mischievously, daring him with her eyes. Ethan slowly plucked the red leaf from his hair, almost nonchalantly, but his laser blue eyes glittered with challenge.

In one swift motion, Ethan bent down, scooped up a pile of leaves and tossed them in her direction.

“This means war,” he warned, his voice playful as he grabbed another handful.

Cassie shrugged, unfazed and tossed a ball of leaves straight at his face. “Bring it!”

Ethan shook his head, raising one hand in mock surrender. But with the other, he swiftly swung a handful of leaves toward her, like a pitcher letting a ball fly. Cassie squealed, trying to dodge the cascade of red, orange, and yellow foliage as it sailed toward her.

Her laughter echoed through the park as she darted behind a nearby tree, peeking around it with a grin. Ethan pursued, grabbing more leaves and flinging them toward her, the cool breeze carrying some of them away before they landed.

“You can do better than that, babe,” she teased, her eyes sparkling.

With a laugh, Ethan finally closed the gap between them, gently tackling her into a pile of leaves, collapsing into the soft mound, their cheeks flushed and hearts pounding from the spontaneous game.

They lay there for a moment, leaves tangled in their hair, the cool, damp earth pressing gently through their coats.

Cassie turned to Ethan, still breathless with laughter.

“For the record, I won,” she teased, nudging him playfully.

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. “Looks like a draw from where I’m sitting—”

His words cut off as he sputtered, Cassie burying him under an armful of leaves.

“Now, I won for sure!” she declared, her voice triumphant.

Ethan smiled, his eyes softening as he pulled her toward him, his hands gently gripping her arms. In one smooth motion, he rolled her over, their faces inches apart, the world around them fading into the crisp autumn air.

“I think you're right,” he murmured, his voice low, “You’re definitely the only person I would do this for.”

He closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that felt as natural as the falling leaves.

In that moment, there was no winning, no losing—just the two of them, lost in the magic of a perfect autumn day.

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rjzimmerman · 16 days

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Solar Farms Have a Superpower Beyond Clean Energy. (New York Times)

Excerpt from this New York Times story:

It’s not your average solar farm.

The glassy panels stand in a meadow. Wildflowers sway in the breeze, bursts of purple, pink, yellow, orange and white among native grasses. A monarch butterfly flits from one blossom to the next. Dragonflies zip, bees hum and goldfinches trill.

As solar projects unfurl across the United States, sites like this one in Ramsey, Minn., stand out because they offer a way to fight climate change while also tackling another ecological crisis: a global biodiversity collapse, driven in large part by habitat loss.

The sun’s clean energy is a powerful weapon in the battle against climate change. But the sites that capture that energy take up land that wildlife needs to survive and thrive. Solar farms could blanket millions of acres in the United States over the coming decades.

So developers, operators, biologists and environmentalists are teaming up with an innovative strategy.

“We have to address both challenges at the same exact time,” said Rebecca Hernandez, a professor of ecology at the University of California, Davis, whose research focuses on how to do just that.

Insects, those small animals that play a mighty role in supporting life on Earth, are facing alarming declines. Solar farms can offer them food and shelter by providing a diverse mix of native plants.

Such plants can also decrease erosion, nourish the soil and store planet-warming carbon. They can also attract insects that improve pollination of nearby crops.

Pollinator friendly solar can pay off for business, too, potentially saving money and giving projects an edge for approval at a time when communities are increasingly wary of vast solar farms. Developers are taking note.

But there’s a broad spectrum of pollinator friendliness and little agreement on what efforts should count. Standards are often nonexistent. Some big projects are limiting pollinator habitat to tiny corners of their sites. Ecological value varies widely.

Communities may not understand the difference, and corporate marketing may exaggerate. That’s led to accusations of greenwashing.

Pollinator habitat on solar farms is “a serious work in progress,” said Scott Black, executive director of the Xerces Society for Invertebrate Conservation, a nonprofit group that is working on an effort to bring some clarity by certifying solar sites.

“It’s not fair if some people are truly stepping up to do this right and another company is barely doing anything and saying they’re pollinator friendly,” he said.

“If you build it, will they come?” he asks in his research. So far the answer is a resounding yes, if you grow the right plants.

In a study published late last year, his team found that insect abundance had tripled over five years on test plots at two other Minnesota solar sites. The abundance of native bees grew twentyfold.

The results come amid a global decline of wildlife that leaders are struggling to address. Some of the most well-known insect species are in trouble: Later this year, the federal government is expected to rule on whether to place monarch butterflies on the Endangered Species List. North American birds, for their part, are down almost 30 percent since 1970.

But at this site, called Anoka County Solar, acoustic monitoring has documented 73 species of birds, presumably attracted by the buffet of seeds and insects. Some build nests in the structures supporting the panels.

Mammals are showing up, too. Mr. Walston checked a trail camera before leaving, hoping to discover the occupant of a remarkably large burrow: A fox, he thought, or a badger. No luck.

(It’s trickier to make solar sites friendly to large wild animals, in part because developers are nervous to let them near expensive infrastructure, but efforts are underway there, too.)

What makes this meadow possible is the height of the panels. A prairie restoration firm had told ENGIE, the owner and developer, that taller panels would allow for a sharp increase in native vegetation species, providing much more ecological diversity, said John Gantner, the director of engineering and delivery for ENGIE’s smaller-scale sites.

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cariantha · 6 months

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A Chance Encounter (2/3)

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series) Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Warning: Implied sexual activity Category: Fluff Word count: 3.3K Series Summary: Ten years before meeting at Edenbrook, Ethan and Sawyer have a chance encounter during spring break.

A/N: Artwork by the incredible @/artbyainna on Instagram.

Chapter Summary: Knowing the odds of ever seeing each other again, Ethan and Sawyer throw caution to the wind and spend a magical night together.

Part One

Part Two: The Hook-Up

January 2023 - Miami, Florida

“And I’m beginning to realize…” Ethan paused, reaching for Sawyer’s wine glass and placing it along with his own on the patio table behind him, “There are some things that are worth any risk.”

Though it was winter, the cooler Miami temperature was as comfortable as a summer night in Boston. But Ethan wasn’t thinking about home. With the moonlit backdrop of the Atlantic Ocean, a scene from his past began to play out before him.

When he turned back to Sawyer, he met her hopeful eyes. Reflecting the bright, silver moonlight, they looked just like sea glass.

It had been six months since the mystery woman he met a decade ago in East Hampton, New York found her way back into his life. If Sawyer had any memory of those days at the beach, she had kept it tucked away. When her shaky hand cupped his dark stubbled cheek, Ethan was suddenly desperate to remind her. “Sawyer, I…”

“I know,” she said softly, never breaking their intense gaze.

Immense relief coursed through him as he closed his eyes and leaned into her caressing touch. With that long-awaited admission, Ethan’s remaining reservations were drowned out by overwhelming lust for the woman he had dreamt of for years. When his eyes opened again, the dam built of steadfast resolve finally broke.

In an instant, she was finally - after all this time - back in his arms. His mouth covered hers in an intense kiss. He held his lips to hers for many heartbeats, needing to make up for lost time.

“Dr. Ramsey, you’re–”

“Ethan,” he insisted. There was no need for formality anymore. They no longer had to pretend they were only ever co-workers. Their pact of anonymity became null and void the day Sawyer walked through the doors of Edenbrook Hospital.

Time was a blur as a frenzy of hands and mouths allowed their bodies to become reacquainted. After a clumsy, lip-locked dance across the balcony, Ethan fell back into a cushioned patio chair. Sawyer lowered herself onto his lap and began slowly rocking her hips against his, matching the lapping rhythm of the shore.

“Sawyer, I’ve never done anything like this. Ever. This is—” He needed her to know he would never take advantage of his position of authority. He would never take advantage of her in any capacity. Hell, it’s why he had kept this memory to himself to begin with. But he could no longer deny their history. Their attraction. Their connection.

Sawyer stopped him mid-sentence, placing her hand over his pounding heart. She then took his hand and held it between the valley of her breasts, and he completely forgot what he was going to say. Instead, he sighed contentedly. “You… feel amazing.”

His blonde temptation smiled coyly. “Wait ‘til you feel the rest of me.”

Her confusing words and a perfectly timed chilly gust of ocean breeze released him from her spell. What does she mean by that? Ethan quickly replayed the last few minutes, realizing he may have made an erroneous assumption. When Sawyer said “I know” was she referring to their past or acknowledging their current and undeniable attraction to one another? The jolting thought made him face the harsh realities of their situation yet again. She was an intern. He was her boss. This can’t happen no matter their history.

March 2012 - East Hampton, New York

The day after her best friend's accident, Christian headed into the big city with her employer on official nanny duty. Having stayed behind, Sawyer took the opportunity to walk to town and explore the local shops and eateries. She enjoyed window shopping at high-end stores catering to wealthy vacationers and locals. But wearing cut-off jean shorts, a tank top, and flip-flop sandals, she didn’t dare go inside fearing a “Pretty Woman” scene the moment a salesperson sized her up.

Deciding it was time for a morning pick-me-up, Sawyer made her way to the crowded Starbucks on the corner. She was about to follow a couple of hoity-toity customers inside when a row of quaint boutiques across the street caught her eye, a little coffee shop nestled between them. She looked both ways before dashing across the bustling thoroughfare, eager to try something different.

The bell on the door rang as she opened it, drawing the attention of several patrons. As Sawyer surveyed the charming and seemingly popular cafe, her face lit up when she saw Ethan at the back of the order line.

Also excited by the surprise meeting, Ethan let the older woman behind him go first so he could stand next to Sawyer in line.

“I didn't take you for a coffee guy," she greeted.

"I'm a med student, remember? We only function on coffee or energy drinks. I prefer coffee."

“And why this place over that one?” she wondered, tilting her head toward the large bay window. The siren in the middle of the familiar green logo smiled back at them.

“In my experience, local coffee shops have better quality coffee. And they tend to be much quieter. There’s a lesser-known place close to campus where I like to go to study. The owner is from Hawaii and occasionally serves an amazing Kona.”

“In other words, you’re a coffee snob,” she poked fun.

Ethan shrugged unoffended.

The barista took their orders when they reached the counter. “Are these together?”

“Yes,” they both answered at the same time.

“Let me,” Sawyer turned to Ethan. “I owe you one for your help yesterday.”

But Ethan wouldn’t have it. “It’s on me,” he overruled, handing his debit card to the barista.

Moving out of the way for the next customer, Sawyer thanked him for the coffee. “That was sweet. But I still owe you. I might just have to give you one of those private surf lessons for free," she smiled coyly.

Clearing his throat, "Speaking of… how's the leg?"

"It's bruised and tender,” she shifted her body to show him. “I found some of that same ointment at the house and rebandaged the big cut this morning."

Ethan nodded satisfied.

Sipping from their to-go cups, they stepped out of the small eatery together. Hoping to extend their time together with a walk home, Ethan asked which direction she was headed.

Looking down the street, she answered, “I was going to take this way around. I wanted to check out a few more of the sights.”

“Care for some company?” Ethan asked hopefully.

Sawyer couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face when she turned her head to respond. “I’d love some.”

Strolling through the village-like setting, they chatted about all sorts of things, especially medical school. With a big decision to make soon, Sawyer wanted to know more about the application process, Ethan’s favorite classes, and his plans after graduation.

“Wait, seriously? I’ve heard of Dr. Banerji! I recently read one of his case studies for my Viruses and Application for Biological Systems class. Wow, I hope things work out and you get the chance to work with him,” Sawyer commented with sincerity.

Spotting a gift shop with tacky tchotchkes and souvenirs, she tugged on his arm to follow her inside. They browsed the displays, making a game of who could find the most ridiculous item. Ethan was determined to outdo himself every time simply to hear her lovely, melodic laughter. He found her minutes later flipping through a rack of novelty t-shirts. Ethan mindlessly flicked through shirts on the opposite side. He found it endearing how she giggled at the silly ones, and more than once their eyes met over the clothing rack, eliciting shy smiles.

When they exited the store, Sawyer handed him a bag. “Here.”

“What’s this?” he furrowed his brow in question.

“Open it,” she instructed.

Ethan pulled a white t-shirt from the bag. The red print said “LIFEGUARD,” and below the cross symbol it said “The Hamptons.”

“I know it’s cheesy, but I owe you a new shirt and you did come to my rescue,” she explained.

With a nod of appreciation, “Thanks. You didn’t need to do this,” he said, tucking the shirt back into the bag.

As they trekked through the neighborhood, their conversation continued to flow effortlessly, like they could share anything and everything without hesitation. Sawyer made him smile often with her carefree playfulness and gentle teasing. Not an easy feat if you ask those who knew him well. Likewise, Ethan made her laugh, even snort a few times, with his dry humor and quick wit. They walked just inches apart, their hands brushing together so many times it no longer felt accidental.

It felt like they had been walking and talking for hours, but it all came to an end too soon when they reached his driveway.

“Thanks for the coffee and company.” She looked nervously at her feet before continuing, “It sucks that you’re leaving tomorrow. Maybe we can–”

"Hey! Is that you, Gidge?” Tobias interrupted as he came outside to unload party supplies from his Jeep. “I see you've met Moondoggie here.”

"What the hell are you talking about, Carrick?" Ethan glared at him.

"It's from an old movie," Sawyer helped to explain.

"Gigde, we're throwing a beach bash later tonight–”

“We are?” Ethan interrupted with a vexed look on his face.

“You and your friend should come," Tobias continued, ignoring his roommate.

"We'd love to come to your orgy… I mean luau, Kahuna," she played along.

Ethan just looked between the two of them, the movie references completely lost on him.

Tobias elbowed him playfully, "I like this one, man.”

Rolling her eyes, Sawyer turned back to Ethan, “Later then?"

Ethan nodded and put his hand up to say goodbye as she continued down the road.

The back of the Jeep was stockpiled with several cases of beer and brown paper bags with various assortments of liquor bottles. “Jesus Christ. How many people did you invite over?” Ethan groaned.

Shrugging, Tobias responded, “Who was counting?”

Ethan jumped when he felt fingers slide into his back pocket. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, swatting his annoying friend's hand away.

Tobias patted Ethan’s ass where he deposited a strip of square foil-wrapped packets. “Just making sure you’re prepared for later.”

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Christian had to put the kids to sleep before going off the clock for the night. By the time Sawyer and her best friend finally made their way next door, the party was in full swing.

As the ladies made their way to the kitchen for drinks, Sawyer’s eyes swept each room they passed, hoping to spot a familiar face. Every room was crowded with college-age partiers, most of whom looked like snobby rich kids. Guys wearing polo shirts and plaid shorts, and who sported expensive watches, mingled with women wearing tight, short dresses, with blown-out hair and manicured nails. Sawyer wasn’t sure if they’d been invited to a spring break party or a country club clambake.

“Gidge! You made it,” Tobias greeted, throwing an arm around her shoulder as he squeezed in between the two friends.

“Kahuna,” she acknowledged.

“Let me introduce my boys, Stinky and Lover Boy,” he joked, nodding to his pals. “Moondoggie, who you’ve met, is around here somewhere. Probably sulking in a corner.”

“Annnd, I have no idea what you guys are talking about,” Sawyer’s friend laughed, “but, I’m Christian.”

Tobias looked her up and down, then said with a smirk, “Challenge accepted, angel. We’ll make a sinner of you before the night is over.”

A while later, Ethan came out of hiding and weaved his way through the party. He scanned the many faces gathered in nearly every room on the first floor of the mansion, searching for a pair of brilliant green eyes. But as luck would have it, they kept barely missing each other. No sooner had he left the room than she entered. After a couple of passes, Ethan grabbed a beer from the kitchen, and with a disappointed sigh, he made his way outside.

Sawyer stayed by her friend's side for a while until Tobias wrapped his arm around Christian's shoulders and led her away for a dance. With a beer of her own, Sawyer ventured outside to get some fresh air. On the far end of the deck was a spiral staircase that led to a second-story balcony. Hoping to at least enjoy the view of the moonlit ocean while she worked through her own disappointment, she coiled up the stairs. When she reached the top step, she saw Ethan leaning on the railing, looking sullen and staring out to the water.

"Oh! Hey,” she tried to contain her sudden excitement, “Sorry. I didn't realize anyone was up here."

"Hi," his voice sounded glad to see her.

"Mind if I join you?"

Ethan shook his head.

"Not much of a party guy, huh?" Sawyer asked, joining him at the railing.

"It's not really my scene."

“Oh? And what kind of scene do you prefer?”

Ethan slightly shifted his body toward her. “Coffee and conversation. A stroll through the neighborhood. Beers on the porch,” he answered, clinking the neck of his bottle against hers.

With knowing smiles, they each took a swig of beer, then fell back into the same comfortable conversation as earlier in the day. There was an undeniable connection between them and, as if they both came to that same realization, a timid silence settled between them.

This was the moment, the one where someone made a move or made an excuse to head back downstairs. Ethan pushed off the railing and stood up straight, setting his beer bottle on the railing. Sawyer followed his lead, doing the same. When she turned to face him, a gust of ocean breeze blew her hair into her eyes. Ethan's fingers were there in an instant to help push it away, and after tucking it behind her ear, his hand lingered on the side of her face. Sawyer wrapped her hand around his wrist to hold it in place as their eyes met in contemplation.

Ethan considered whether the instant gratification was worth it, knowing it would make their inevitable goodbye that much harder. Given their current realities, he was under no illusion that this would be anything more than a spring break fling. But the voice of reason was drowned out by the overwhelming need to taste her lips and feel her skin under his fingertips. In that instant, he decided the reward far outweighed the risk.

During those few seconds of hesitation, Sawyer made her mind up too. When she wrapped her other hand around the back of his neck, the dam broke.

Though their lips were eager to meet, their first kiss was not hurried. It started soft and slow. Ethan pulled back after a moment to gauge Sawyer’s reaction, seeing the smile in her eyes. When he felt the gentle tug on the back of his neck urging him to return to her lips, he angled his head to the other side and kissed her again. Sawyer parted her lips, inviting him deeper. Their kisses grew in intensity, and the longer they stayed lip-locked, the more desperate they became for more.

Tongues still dancing together, Ethan clumsily backed them away from the railing and toward a reclining chaise lounge. Mindful of her wounded leg, he laid down so that Sawyer could straddle him.

Eager to feel more of him, Sawyer lifted his shirt over his head. As her fingers dragged over the contradiction of velvety skin and concrete muscle, Ethan’s fingers found their way under the hem of her shirt. The lower hers traveled, the higher his went. When she reached the button of his jeans, Sawyer hesitated.

His hands instantly dropped to hers, tenderly wrapping them in his own. “If you want to stop, we can. This is probably a terrible idea given the odds of seeing each other again.”

The fact that he was being so considerate only made her want him more. If she was going to check this experience off of her college bucket list, she wanted to do it with him.

Staring down at their joined hands, she shook her head. “No, I want to. I’m just a little nervous,” she confessed, looking up with a shy smile. “And honestly, the fact that we probably won’t see each other again seems like a good enough excuse to just give in. No strings attached. No complications,” she assured him. “Do you? Want to stop?”

“Hell no. I want you,” he insisted, squeezing her hands. “It’s just… I don’t usually do this sort of thing… but I just can’t seem to get enough of you.” Ethan rubbed the knuckles of her hand with his thumb. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give. No pressure.”

His eyes spoke nothing but the truth, and in response, Sawyer weaved her fingers through his. She then pushed their joined hands over his head, leaning down to capture his mouth in a heated kiss.

When things turned red hot again, Sawyer murmured against his lips. “Do you have–”

“In my back pocket,” he whispered, letting go of her hands.

Sawyer laughed as she reached underneath him and shimmied her hand into his pocket. “For someone who doesn’t do this sort of thing–”

“Let’s just say my roommate is the type to do this and wanted everyone to be prepared tonight,” Ethan defended, plucking the foil packets from her fingers. “As much as I hate to give him the satisfaction, I’ll have to remember to thank him later.”

The stars in the night sky replaced the ones behind her eyes after experiencing something she could only describe as magical. Feeling as though she had finally descended back to Earth, Sawyer shifted in Ethan’s arms, attempting to disentangle herself and stand up.

“Not yet,” he begged, locking her up in his limbs.

She inhaled the scent of his bare skin and placed a kiss over his still thundering heart, “Okay.”

The ocean mist cooled their flushed skin as they stole gentle kisses from each other, hoping the next wouldn’t have to be the last. Propping herself up on an elbow, Sawyer stared down into Ethan’s moonlit eyes.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“It’s just… you’ve been so amazing, and I don’t even know your name,” she giggled.

Caressing the side of her face, “Let’s keep it that way. It will be easier to let each other go. No complications, remember?”

Nodding in agreement, “Okay. No complications,” she echoed. Sawyer repeated the mantra in her head several times as she reluctantly pried herself free of Ethan’s embrace. “I should find my friend before she starts to worry.”

“Right.”

They handed each other pieces of clothing and got dressed. Standing in front of each other, Sawyer reached up and took Ethan’s face in her hands, offering him a final kiss goodbye. Ethan swept his hands over her hair and held her head as he returned the sentiment, not letting go until they were both out of breath.

Slowly they pulled away. Sawyer took a few steps backward, before finally turning her back to him and walking away. Before descending the spiral staircase, she turned her head and met Ethan’s gaze. “Bye, Moondoggie.”

“Bye… Gidge?” he tried to remember.

With an affirmative nod and final wave, Sawyer winded her way down the stairs.

She found Christian inside, sitting on Tobias’ lap. They were watching and laughing as Stinky, whose real name she thought was Andrew, sang a horrible karaoke rendition of Gotye’s “Somebody that I Used to Know.”

When Christian spotted her friend in the doorway, she whispered to Tobias that she’d be right back. “Hey! Are you good? Have you been having fun?”

“Yep,” Sawyer beamed uncontrollably.

“Hold up,” Christian looked her up and down, “Sawyer, did you…?”

Sawyer eagerly shook her head in the affirmative.

“You and your lifeguard?”

Sawyer nodded again.

“Eeeek! Girl, how was it? Are you okay?”

“I’m good. Really good. It was incredible.”

Part 3: The Realization

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Until We Fall Asleep · only made us closer (two)

John, useless kidneys, John, useless kidneys, John, John, John. Isn’t that obvious?

so far we've seen sherlock and john decide to go back to the way they were. seems all rainbows and sunshine and pink bows now. right?

LOL

read chapter one - you both let go.

in this chapter, john visits more, mycroft is being mycroft, giles (gordon (ramsey)? gideon?) calls for the men's help, sherlock pines, and rosie learns a few words. and then.. well it wouldn't be my book if it WASN'T angsty let's leave it at that x

read the beginning down below, then take yourself to finish reading it on ao3.

THERE WAS A 150% increase in the number of John’s visits to 221B in the last two weeks than at all in the two months right after Mary; Sherlock calculated it.

If anything, it had become the way it used to be, the way it was in the small space before Rosie and after his resurrection.

His dinners were far less lonely (John forced him to eat; he said that Rosie needed to see them all together at the table in order for her to eat. Sherlock was fairly certain that was a lie but, for the first time in months, he didn’t need to be persuaded to eat), 221B felt lived in what with the constant buzz of obscenely bright plastic pianos, plushies that squeaked (which Sherlock was convinced were supposed to be dogs toys), teethers, (god-awful) nursery rhymes on the TV, and a constant stream of babbling that came with the discovery of language (more, no, dada, yeah), and, most of all, John.

(Oh God, John.)

He occupied, filled and cured any cracked crevice within Sherlock - he did it every time he walked in and sat in his armchair with a comfortable smile.

The tangible cloud of stiffness and guilt that loomed above their heads blew away seamlessly, John now always waited for him outside the clinic after his triweekly appointments (something for Sherlock to look forward to), their conversations stretched out for hours instead of moments, and their tense politeness vanished.

And, a week after the {American/French} Casserole incident, Mrs Hudson started cooking for them again.

Sherlock supposed, in that sense, he was getting better. They were getting better.

A nighttime breeze rolled smoky clouds over Baker Street. The little lamp by the TV was on and so were the kitchen lights.

Sherlock was trying not to smoke.

He had situated himself at the desk by the window, in his pyjamas, hovering over the piles of papers that almost toppled over into his mug of cold coffee.

For a moment, he considered phoning Lestrade to see if there was a case but, he knew that no matter the situation, it would be boring - John wouldn’t be able to come, he’d have to watch Rosie. Donovan would be there.

Asking Molly Hooper if she had reserved any uniquely spare body parts was an option, but right now she’d be on a date with one of her work friends. (Jasmine? June? He couldn’t quite remember her name.)

And even if Sherlock did have a brilliantly electric triple murder or a fascinating sternocleidomastoid to experiment on, he still wouldn’t be smoking.

That would cancel all the fun out.

He wondered what normal people did, when they wanted to smoke but couldn’t - he supposed they weakly succumbed to the temptation after a lame attempt at tooth picking or nicotine patching or using those silly, flashing electronic things.

In the twenty-six minutes he had been sitting there, he had managed to unconsciously roll six dozen strips of paper.

Although he knew the detrimental and likely fatal consequences of smoking whilst on dialysis, Sherlock searched it up anyway and decided to create a list of pros and cons.

Pros: He’d be happy. Really happy.

Cons: Significant increase in mortality rate, hypertension, John would be disappointed in him, respiratory failure, cardiovascular disease.

It was a difficult decision to make. (He spent the last two hours going back and forth.)

He had just concluded his sixth week of ‘temporary’ dialysis - one week over what was predicted for him. No one except Mycroft knew this fact (of course he did) and he didn’t feel like lingering on it for too long. But every day after that fifth week, a small tally would scratch onto a wall in his mind palace.

The idea of permanently damaged kidneys threatened him, even frightened him, but he had made a promise, all those months ago, to Mary that he’d do whatever it’d take to save John Watson, no matter the consequence. And he had. So whenever Sherlock sensed that petrifying wave of dread near, he remembered that in return for potentially useless kidneys, he had John. Which, to put in perspective, was infinitely better. He often felt better after that.

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ONE TIME THING - BELLA RAMSEY (PART3)

Pictures above are not mine

Summary: unbeknownst to you, you meet actor Bella Ramsey. You two hit it off but your paths lead two different directions.

Bella Ramsey x female reader

Warnings: none

Taglist: @evieguhbyebroski @amberputh @assgardangod @just-here-to-read-fanfictions @eddiesgirlsblog

I used she/them pronouns for Bella.

A/N: not proofread !

Part one⬇️

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The small piece of paper kept itself crumpled in the back pocket of your trousers for the remainder of your shift. Sometimes you found yourself holding onto it when you zoned out, like some weird necessity.

Everytime you thought your shift was near it's end, you'd look over at the clock and it was like it went back an hour. You didn't know why you were so excited. you knew bella gave you her number so you would text her, but you were dreadful at texting.

Just text bella like you text Aaron.

No. Definitely not.

The seventh time you looked over at the old clock that hung amongst the rest of the decorations displayed on the walls, you felt as if the guy in the clouds finally listened to you for once in your life.

All the burns and pains in your arms you had endured suddenly became worth it.

You ignored the confused faces off your coworkers as you sped past them and towards the door. The cold breeze hit your face Instantly, working in that stuffy café made it very much welcomed.

The taxi ride home was quiet. You exchanged a few words with the driver about the weather and what was happening on the news. The entire ride home your leg shook up and down, from the worry or nerves you couldn't tell.

You watched the life outside you pass you by from the window, 90s greatest hits played on the radio at a low volume, you had the urge to tell the driver to turn it up but decided it was better to leave him alone.

"here we are, miss. "

Your small home came into view. It wasn't the fanciest house, but it was yours and you loved it. It was a small two story brick house, ivy was growing along the side of it (you thought it looked pretty in a way) the design was something straight out of victorian times but that never bothered you. It was cozy and safe and you were able to call it home. Thanking the driver you stepped out of the black vehicle, your phone and purse in your hand.

Walking up the small footpath leading to the dark green door you listened to the sound of the taxi driving away amongst the other traffic, the sounds of children and adults conversing. You made a mental note to replace the flowers that were on your windowsill, their dying petals falling from the plant pot they resided in.

Unlocking the door you stepped out of your shoes and took off your coat. Making your way into the living room you dropped your phone on the couch. You paced back and fourth.

"this is so fucking stupid!" You groaned in frustration as you covered your face with your hands.

The sound of soft padding on the wooden floor captured your attention. Your frustration temporarily gone at the sight.

Toby ran as fast as any kitten could at only a few weeks old. He was only the size of your hand. He sat directly on your foot, looking up at you expectantly.

You laughed, all your thoughts completely gone.

Bending down to pick the tiny fluffball up you craddled him in your arms. Toby rested on his back in your arms, all four paws fighting with the air to try grab at your hair. You rubbed your hand on his white stomach, covered with thick fluffy fur. You kissed his nose.

"I love you buddy. But I wouldn't trust you to protect the house. you sleep in my bed for the entire day."

Toby let out a soft meow. Your heart melted, all the love you had for this little guy couldn't be normal.

"yeah yeah, your life is so hard." You teased. Bending down again you placed him gently on the floor.

Your head turned to your phone once again. You sighed. It was Bella. A complete stranger, but it was still just Bella. Why were you stressing? Closing your eyes for a second you tried to collect your thoughts. You came to the conclusion that a warm shower was needed right now. You would text Bella after.

Leaving your phone where it lay on the couch you made your way for the stairs, only to stop. You turned back around, looking at the floor where you stood, expecting to see Toby only for him to not be there. Your eyes moved to where you placed him Infront of the couch. Toby lay sleeping.

"you've got to be kidding me?" You rolled your eyes. Trust Toby to not be able to stay awake for more than five minutes. Walking back you picked him up again and held him in your arms as you made your way upstairs. Upon entering your room you placed him under your duvet against your pillows: his favorite spot.

Walking into the bathroom you immediately began undressing yourself. You wasted no time before stepping inside the shower. The warm droplets of water felt magical on your skin. The tension in your body relaxed, your mirror fogged with steam. Those twenty minutes you spent in the shower was the most peace you've had the entire day.

When you had eventually gotten out and dressed in a more comfortable attire, you briskly moved down towards the living room. Picking up your phone you walked back up the stairs, you were afraid the more you stopped to think about what you were about to do, the more likely you were not to do it.

Crawling beneath the duvet, you cuddled up beside Toby on your side. Unlocking your phone you typed in Bella's number, you were ashamed that you had stared at the number for so long that you had accidentally learned it off by heart.

What would you say?

Hey, bella, it's me a random texting you at night! How are you?

Hey! It's the girl that can't stop thinking of you!

Good evening Bella, it's the stranger who sat beside you on the bus.

Fuck. My. Awkwardness.

You envied Bella for her boldness. Perhaps if you had given them your number first, they would have to be the one to start the conversation first, not you.

Pondering it some more in your head, your thumb began moving around your keyboard once again.

Oh my god

The moment you pressed 'send' you regretted it immediately.

''They're going to think I'm such a weirdo.'' you groaned. You ruined all imaginary chances you had with Bella.

"why do I do this to myself?" You whispered.

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"I take offense! I give great advice!"

"right. And how exactly has that ended?"

"I literally get called 'daddy' everyday by people on the internet."

Bella rolled their eyes knowing Pedro could see it as they were on FaceTime.

Bella rested their chin in their hand as they continued to listen to Pedro's rambling. Laying on their bed whilst on call with Pedro was one of their favorite ways to spend their evenings, especially when moments like these were rare considering both of their busy timetables.

Bella's eyes briefly looked up at the incoming notification before going back to Pedro. Only when the realization fully hit them a second later did she do a double take. Suddenly sitting up on her bead, Bella reread the notification over and over again in disbelief.

It's was a message from an unknown number.

"hey, it's y/n."

A simple three word text that meant the absolute world to Bella. Their heart was beating like crazy at the thought of you. Bella could imagine your face in their mind right now. You standing there looking all pretty.

Bella smiled widely.

They were terrified that they had scared you off, creeped you out by showing up at your work and giving you their number before they ran off. And when you hadn't texted them earlier, it confirmed their thoughts in their mind. It saddened them, thankfully they managed to call Pedro at a time when he wasn't busy. Bella had managed to avoid the thought of you and the possibility that they had ruined all imaginary chances that they had with you.

Until now, now it was all they could think about.

"what's got you all smiley then, huh?"

"nothing, hey I gotta go-something came up-"

"Are you blushing!" Pedro accused whilst he laughed at his friends reddened face.

"no-i have to go bye!"

"hey you didn't answer my question -"

Call ended

Bella rolled onto their stomach as they opened their messages, clicking on your text. They felt all giddy inside, like they were a child again.

Quickly they typed out a response.

Bella bit their lip anxiously as they continually read over their response waiting to find something wrong with it.

"Please don't think I'm a weirdo" Bella whispered desperately to herself.

★★

You squealed once you read Bella's message.

There was no getting rid of the smile on your face.

Immediately you started typing again.

This time you felt a little less nervous about texting Bella, the nerves were replaced with excitement.

The 'sent' changed to 'seen' immediately. You watched with anticipation as the three dots moved.

You giggled. You knew Bella was referring to seeing them act on the show. You must admit the urge to ask a trillion questions about their acting career and each of their characters was strong, but you didn't want Bella to see you as some overbearing, nosy fan.

You were laughing now. Everytime you read another of Bella's texts, the more your face reddened and the fluttering feeling in your stomach multiplied.

You let out a breath.

You hoped you hadn't fucked everything up now.

Please don't think I'm a weirdo

★★

Bella's whole face was red now.

They smiled widely as they kept reading your messages.

You knew who they were!

The thought made Bella excited. A different sort of excitement, almost proud in a way.

You thought they were cool!

Bella laughed in joy and partly because of the flustered feeling they got from thoughts of you.

Play it cool Bella

Bella hid their face in their hands, dropping their hold on their phone instantly like it was lava.

Now matter what, their smile was not ceasing and neither were their giggles or butterflies in their stomach.

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hii can you write highborn reader (any house) and aemond where she's like halaena's handmaiden and is super close with all of them (alicent adores her) and her and aemond have been secretly dating for some time now (they're super in love) and it's his birthday and as a "present" she gives him her v card? with smut and super fuffly 😇

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Masterlist

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: Everything revolved around him, that's why you prepare one of the best gifts he could have ever recieved.

Warning: Mentions of losing virginity, if you squint your eyes you might see some possesive behaviour, also INCEST, read if you want, but if you are a minor, leave! why are you here?!

A/N: Hi anon! I know you wanted like a sort of handmaided reader, but I thought approached differently, I hope you still liked it! By the way, I think I'm sick? I don't know, I wrote it while coughing and having a fever! So I really hope this doesn't suck. Also, all the titles of my fics are mostly lyrics from Taylor Swift

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! Let me read what you think!

Aemond watched with a bore expression at the guests. Alicent, his mother and queen had decided to throw a celebration in the name of him. His hand grabbed a glass of whatever alcohol the server was carrying. It warmed his throat, trying to ignore that jealousy feeling of watching you dance with Lord Ramsay.

You were perfect as usual, and for a moment he wanted to believed you dressed for him. And without he even noticed, he began making his way towards you. You spotted him as he approached, a smile forming on your face as Aemond stood next to you.

“Lord Ramsey.” He greeted, trying to not appear mad at how he was holding you. The man nodded in response. “I was hoping I could steal my sister for a moment, I wish to speak to her about something of importance.”

His words didn’t seem to have the effect he hoped for, Lord Ramsey tugging your body closer to him. “I believe that could wait, we are having a magnificent time, my prince.”

Aemond’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. His gaze turned to you and a soft smile graced his face. “Sister, please.” He offered his arm.

For a moment you doubted, you knew that your mother wanted to promise your hand to Lord Ramsey and leaving him here would cause problem after problem that maybe even Alicent would not be able to fix, but again, you wanted nothing more than to leave this awful and boring man.

Your hand gently pushed Lord Ramnsey’s arm before taking Aemond’s. “I apologize, my lord, but I believe my brother has something quite important to inform me, I promise you I will seek you after I finish discussing what he has to say.”

Lord Ramsey frowned, a strained smile on his face. “Of course, princess. I shall wait for your return.” He grabbed your hand and force it to his face, a wet kiss was placed. You tried so hard not to gagged in disgust.

Aemond guide you towards the balcony, away from the endless chatter and loud music. His thoughts were consuming him, the protectiveness feeling was starting to burn inside him the moment he saw you dance with that pathetic form of a Lord, you deserved more than that, you deserve him.

You were his.

Stop it.

You could be his.

But his mother would not let that happened, even after already marry Helaena with Aemon.

Both of you stood quietly there, the soft breeze trying to ease that jealousy he was feeling. He glimpsed at you for a second before returning his gaze to the dark waters. “Are you alright?” He asked. “I did see how uncomfortable you were with his touch.”

You sighed tiredly and his hope rose, perhaps you were truly disgusted with Lord Ramsey’s touch. “That man could not accept a no for an answer, even if it hit him on his face.”

Aemond smirked at your sarcasm. “I am glad I was able to save you from him then.”

“And I could not be more grateful for your intervention.” You smiled at him, finally facing his way. Aemond sightly turned to you but not completely. Noticing how nervous you were. “I-I have a gift for you.”

“A gift?” He became curious, you were emptyhanded. “Where is it?”

You blushed, turning away from him. “Not here, it is safely guarded away.”

“I see, then perhaps you could lead me to it then?”

You tried to ignore his focus on you, your mind burning with nervousness at your possible future actions. “Perhaps I could do that, but then, what about this evening? After all, this celebration is for you.”

He hummed distractedly. His hand already tucking your arm into his, leading you towards one of the empty corridors. “Perhaps it is, but then again. It is my celebration, I should be able to decide if I want to continue being on it.”

You giggle at his response making him smile, you began leading him upstairs towards his room. Aemond frowned.

When did you manage to sneak into his room and hide the gift there?

You entered first before tugging him inside, your head turning towards both sides, hoping you were able to enter without being seen.

“(Y/N)” He murmured confusedly as you began pushing him towards his chair. “What…?”

You must have seen something wrong in his expression as your eyes widened with alarm, leaning away from him.

For a second, Aemond watched you curiously, before his hand grabbing yours, kissing your fingers. You smiled at his action. “Today is not about me.” Your hand shook his away to trace the arch of his brow. Your finger traced down the length of his nose, his lips, the outline of his parch. The muscles of his cheek responding at your touch. “Let me love you.” You whispered.

“You already do.” He responded with the same tone, his eyes threatening to close at your touch. “That’s not something I have to question, I know your love for me. My love for you is the same.”

Aemond tense for a second, his muscles freezing as you sat on his lap, his eye close and his fists clenched for a moment.

“I want to love you tonight.” You whispered against his neck, making him shiver. His eye open and his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your heart sighed in relief and began kissing his neck softly. A trail of tiny little kisses as you made your way to his lips. He kissed you in response, letting you lead at your pace. You bit his lower lip, sucking on it making him moan. “I want you to own me. My gift is for you to finally own me.” You whispered against his lips, you shiver at your own forwardness, it was unconventional from you to ask for such things.

Aemond didn’t push you away, his hands caressing your waist, contemplating your words. Both of you knew the wrongness in this, both of you knew how your mother would deny this. Aemond wished for you, he wanted you and for a moment in his life he though Alicent would wed you off.

Sadly, that would never occur as the news of the queen searching for a suitable man to take your hand was already being spread.

Aemond’s hand caress your cheek, softly tracing the bottom of your lip, traying to take in as much as your beauty as possible.

Your heart began racing in anticipation for what he could do next. His hand slide down to your neck, tugging you softly, trying to get you closer. He kissed your cheek first, then your nose and finally your lips, gently tugging your bottom lip into his mouth. He sucked on it and you moan in response.

“Please.” You whispered again against his lips. “Please, take me to bed.” You grabbed the hand that was on your cheek, guiding it towards your mouth. You kissed his palm and he close his eye, resting his forehead against yours. “Please Aemond.”

Aemond’s fingers began pushing the dress from your shoulders. You blushed at his forwardness but didn’t complain as his hands slide down towards your skirt pushing it upwards, his palms feeling the soft skin of your legs, without an answer, he grabbed both of them, holding your weight as he stood up. He walked a short distance, softly placing you on the bed. Quietly, he removed your shoes.

“I dressed for you.” His gaze turned towards your flushed face. “I thought you might like it.”

He hummed, gently laying on top of you trying to not put all his weight on you. “You look beautiful, my little dragon.”

Your dress was loose but he could still see your nipples hardening against his heated gaze. Aemond almost lost control at how perfect you looked against his sheets. He swallowed hard as you sat and began pushing the dress off your chest. It pooled around your lap.

You let him help you letting his fingers detour from the task, allowing him to trace your features. Your jaw, your brows, your eyes, your lips. Aemond lowered his head, a single breath escaping his mouth before you met him with yours, kissing him softly. You grabbed his arms, clutching them with a bit of force. You were nervous.

The kiss became heated, a burning sensation overpowered both of you. That searing pain that this could only be for one night, that what you were about to do, to accept being wrapped on this passion, on this hope that perhaps this could be the start of something. Everything was portrayed on that kiss.

His hands turned bold, finally touching where you wanted, your breast, caressing your nipples, your stomach, everywhere he could reach, leading that path of goose bumps that formed behind his fingers. But you that wasn’t enough, you needed more. He broke the kiss.

“Look at me.” He implored desperately. You almost didn’t recognize his voice as the passion he was feeling was making it more raw, more desperate. Something out of character for him. “Look at me, my little dragon.”

Your eyes opened, his hands resting on your jaw. Aemond kissed your cheek, his lips staying there for a second. That’s when you felt his erection against your stomach. He needed you, but he wasn’t allowing him to break his control yet.

“Aemond.” You whispered his name like a prayer. “I was supposed to take care of you.” You breathlessly laughed. “To take care of your needs.”

He kissed your cheek once again, now closer to your lips, you felt him smile. “Next time.” He swore it to you, his voice completely serious. “Next time and the next time for however you wish.”

“Next time.” You repeated and he understood the meaning behind your words. You wanted this to continue for as long as he wanted.

“We have to take this slow.” He whispered against your skin. You tried to protest but he shushed you gently. “This will be your first time…I-I do not want to hurt you, never you.”

“Please Aemond, please touch me.” You tried to get closer to him but he held you in place. His forehead now resting on your shoulder. “Aemond please.”

His hand gently traced your nipple. “Here?” He cheekily asked.

You groaned in annoyance. “No.” His hand traced your rib cage. “Lower.”

He lowered his hand at your command, now completely flushed against your stomach. “Better?”

“Lower.” You pleaded with desperation. “Lower Aemond.”

Aemond rapidly help you take off the rest of your dress, sliding it down against your legs, you whimpered at the loss of his skin against yours. His hands opened your legs, his fingers tracing the wetness between your legs. “What about here?”

“Yes.” You moaned.

He slid one finger inside you, you tensed for a bit. Aemond kiss one of your knees. “I know.” He whispered. “I know.”

“Aemond.” The feeling was uncomfortable.

“Let yourself adjust at my fingers.” He got closer to your cunt, his tongue circling at your clit. You felt a spike on pleasure, ignoring that uncomfortable feeling, focusing now on what he was giving you. His finger gently began thrusting and his mouth became your distraction.

Another finger was added and your cunt tightened against the intrusion. He slowly thrust both fingers, and that aching became lost and the need for release overpowered your body. You began to tremble and he smiled.

“Aemond.” His name was a prayer on your lips, something was happening and you were not sure what it was. “Aemond, you repeated.”

He felt it, how your cunt began contracting against his fingers, he felt the wetness covering them, he could smell it as well, how your body react with the smallest of his touches. Aemond couldn’t help it and suck at your clit. Gods, he became now addicted at your taste. You were delicious, even more than any other sweetest fruits he had already tasted. Now you became his favorite sweet. And he would beg for you to let him taste you.

“Give me this.” He whispered. You frowned and your mouth part open at the sensation. He felt it. “Give it to me.”

You whimpered as your walls contracted against his fingers, Aemond hummed in delight as you experienced what he was about to give you with his cock, but something still stop him to own you completely. His eye watched your face as his fingers slid out of you carefully. He couldn’t stop himself from sucking on them. Your hooded eyes watching him with intensity.

“I do not want to wait anymore, Aemond.” You whispered and your voice was completely gone with desire.

“I do not want to hurt you, my little dragon.” He grabbed your hand and kiss your fingers. “What you have give me on this day was more than enough.”

You frowned. “No, I want more, this was not enough.”

His hands rapidly began undressing his clothes, tossing them carelessly somewhere around the floor, in reality, he didn’t care where they went. You were his only focus. Your eyes quickly went at his cock, widening for a bit at how hard -and huge- he was.

Aemond moved between your legs, his hand helping his cock get wet from your release. He position himself against your entrance. “Watch, my love.” He said. “Watch how your body will welcome mine, how we will become one.”

He entered you slowly, a tiny thrust to test your pain. He found your barrier of your virginity, another thrust and he broke it through.

There was no comment or story you asked before that could prepare you for the pain you would feel at this moment. But there wasn’t only that, it was so much more than that. It was his weight over your body, it was the way he tried to distract you from the pain with his touch, with his kisses. It was the way pleasure was fighting his control, you could see it on his face, the way his eye closed, the way his brow puckered in concentration, it was in the way his breath hitched when your walls contracted against his cock.

But then, the pain was replaced with pleasure, with a beautiful bliss at feeling full of him. You finally felt his length inside you, how perfectly it fit, like you both were made for each other.

You moaned. “Aemond, please.”

And he complied at your silent request, he gave you what you -he- wanted. He began thrusting over and over again. His thrust became faster and harder, Aemond trying to surround both of you with this feeling. That’s when he swore to himself that he would be the only one who would give you this pleasure, only he was allowed.

“Wrap your legs at my waist.” He ordered you. Still grabbing them and placed them there. His hips flushed against yours, that changed brought more pleasure to you. You began moaning louder and he let you. His mouth came to your ear, licking below it. “You were made for me.” Aemond surrounded all your senses, he was everywhere, over you, in you. You see and breathe him. “Perfect, just perfect, so good, you are so good, my wife, only mine.” He became completely mad thanks to you.

His words were laced with raw pleasure, Gods that send you over the edge making you gasp. “Aemond!”

“Yes, my wife, yes.” He encourage you. “That’s it, that’s it, fuck.”

Your walls squeezed his cock and your body shiver with that beautiful ecstasy. He groaned, chasing his own release, filling you completely with his warm seed.

Aemond slumped against you, trying to not put all his weight on your body but he was completely spent. Your fingers took off his eye patch and he didn’t put any resistance, allowing you to do as you please. Your hand rested on his cheek and he opened his eyes, finally looking at your flushed and satisfied face. You smiled and he returned it, his nose bopping yours. You laughed at his action.

He finally slide off you and his eye couldn’t help to watch how his seed leaked from your cunt.

Mine. Only mine.

Aemond rolled off you and he dragged you to his chest, kissing your sweaty hair. You sighed contently. You would want no one other than him. His arms held you tight and he guide your head to his, kissing you one more time.

Your fingers traced his scar and he let you for a moment before his hand grabbed yours, twining your fingers together, kissing your hand. “I mean what I said.” He whispered, you frowned for a moment, trying to remember what he was talking about. “You will become my wife.”

“What if they don’t let us get wed?” You whispered against his chest. Aemond frowned.

“The will let us.” He assured you, “They will see the strength and power we will hold with our union, and if they do not see it, then I will make sure to make you mine, no one will separate us. I promise you that.”

You nodded with his words. “You will be my wife.” Aemond continued. “You will become the mother of my children, that is how it is supposed to be.” He kissed you.

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