#but the same mannerisms with very skinny jeans and a blouse. paired with a specific accent & big shiny watch

[cosmik-homo]

Missy2 really us Delgado Software on Missy Hardware. His brand of Schemeiness is Hello I'm Sooo Trustworthy Give Me All Your Credit Cards but instead of being Sleek and Professional and a bit Corporate like delgado. Its 2025. He's a showy campy peacock, he's not selling you a deal or a take over the world plan, but convincing you to sell your attention, adoration and assets to him with the glamour of his Presence and a thin veneer of achievement and a Lot of noise, drama and pursuit of his own ends.

[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

Wedding Fic (2/3)

Notes: So it’s been a HOT MINUTE since I wrote and posted a Kamilah fic, but I promised this 3 part fic and I keep my promises. Anyways I have LOTS and LOTS of Kamilah x MC fic ideas and will be trying to write whilst completing my college courses, but please be patient as my classes have high precedent over tumblr for obvious reasons. I hope you enjoy this fic, I felt it was a bit rushed but I’ve never been married so I’m not doing this from experience. If the Arabic is incorrect please correct me, I tried to use a reliable translator. I don’t typically do perma-tags but if you are still interested in Kamilah x MC fics and would like to be tagged please let me know somehow and I will try my best to remember.  

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy)

Warnings: None that I’m aware of

Word Count 2400 (Yes I got lazy I’m sorry I was tired)

Amy rolled over, the soft glow of moonlight seeping through the curtains as she felt a pair of soft lips on her neck. She mumbled softly, letting her eyes flutter closed again as Kamilah wrapped her arms tightly around her waist.

“Good morning Kamilah…” Amy rolled over while Kamilah slowly opened her eyes with a faint smile on her face. 

“Morning.” Kamilah groaned as they both stumbled out of bed, both of their legs weak and their bodies marked with bites and bruises. Amy stumbled over an empty wine bottle, falling into Kamilah before they erupted in laughter. 

“It’s not even our honeymoon yet…” Amy and Kamilah both smirked, their faces flushing red as Kamilah walked to the restroom. 

“Oh I’m well aware...if you thought last night was memorable...you still have no idea...little firefly…” Kamilah smirked before closing the door and leaving Amy to get dressed. Amy walked into their closet, selecting a red silk blouse, black skinny jeans and black high heels and emerging a few moments later. 

“So...this is goodbye for a while isn’t it…?” Amy pouted her bottom lip, it had been 2 weeks since Kamilah had proposed and today was the day. 

“Just for a few hours...but trust me, I would follow you around all day given the chance.” Kamilah cupped Amy’s face, placing a soft kiss on her cheek before gazing into her eyes. “I love you, so much…”

“I love you too Kamilah, I’ll see you later.” Amy kissed Kamilah once more before exiting the penthouse to rendezvous with Lily.

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“Amy! Amy! Amyyyyyyy!!!!” Lily beamed with energy as Amy entered the lodge, close to the garden that would become their wedding scene in only a matter of hours. Lily wrapped Amy in a tight hug before Serafine gently tapped her shoulder. 

“Ma Cherie! You look as beautiful as ever!” Serafine’s infectious smile filled the room with some kind of energy, they exchanged kisses on the cheek as Lily led them to the bedroom of the lodge. Amy’s eye caught her wedding dress, a simple but elegant design, a deep red dress with gold and black embroidery of her name and Kamilah’s. Amy gently skimmed her hands along the fabric of the dress, before turning and catching the sight of Jax’s sword, resting on a plaque with his name engraved into it. 

“Wish you were here Jax...but I can feel your presence…” Amy gently placed her hand on the handle of the sword, closing her eyes as her mind slowly fluttered away in the same manner of the fragments. 

Amy opened her eyes, she was standing in the Shadow Den, but the shadow den that existed before Gaius returned, before Rheya or any true destruction had been brought. A smile reached her face as she felt a presence behind her, she quickly turned with a scowl before spotting a familiar face. 

“Hey there Stranger.” Jax stood in her memories, but Amy never recalled this memory. Amy felt tears in her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Oh Jax...you’ve...missed so much...I...I’m getting married…” Amy choked, Jax’s figure rushing to catch her.

“I know, I’ve been watching...I’m proud of you. I’m proud of all of you.” Amy met his eyes, his smile just as charismatic as when he was alive. 

“You need to go, you have a big day ahead of you. I’m glad I got to see you today Amy. I miss all of you.” Jax helped Amy to her feet before turning to walk away. Amy smiled, letting her mind drift back to the lodge.

Amy opened her eyes, a tear falling as Lily frowned. 

“You saw him, didn’t you Amy?” Lily and Serafine looked at each other solemnly, Amy taking a minute before smiling.

“Yeah...he’s there...he...he’s proud of us.” Amy pulled away, looking at Lily with wet but happy eyes. Serafine placed a gentle hand on Amy’s shoulder, slowly nodding at Lily as Amy’s phone buzzed. 

“It’s Adrian.” Amy nodded at Lily and Serafine who quietly exited the room, leaving Amy to speak with Adrian.

“Amy, how are you feeling? Today’s the big day…” Adrian’s soothing voice rang out of the phone, Amy glanced over at Jax’s sword, a small smile plastered on her face. 

“I’m...excited...I...saw Jax Adrian. He’s there..I can feel his presence.” Adrian let out a long sigh, before chuckling softly. 

“I’m sure wherever he is, he’ll be watching you today. Amy, I’m very proud of you, you’ve come so far...I can’t wait to see you tonight…” Adrian laughs softly over the phone, lowering his voice to a mere whisper, “Kamilah is quite anxious...it’s almost concerning...I’m sure you’ll leave her speechless...see you later. Be safe Amy.”

“See you later Adrian, thank you.” Amy hung up the phone as Serafine and Lily re-entered the room, Serafine changed into a dress in the same shade of pink that her usual outfit resembled, Lily dressed in a deep and rich purple dress that accentuated her hair and features. “Well you two look stunning.” Amy smiled at them, both of them rolling their eyes softly, Serafine nodded her head towards Amy’s wedding dress, a signal it was time to get ready. 

“I can’t believe this is happening! I mean I can but I can’t!” Lily exclaimed as Amy slowly peeled her clothes away and slipped into the dress, Serafine’s golden laugh ringing as Lily rambled. 

“Darling you look stunning…” Serafine stood and assisted Amy in zipping up her dress, taking an egyptian necklace and placing it over Amy’s head and securing it on the back of her neck. “Kamilah will be speechless.” 

“Kamilah is going to lose her mind when she sees you-” Lily squealed as Serafine’s phone buzzed. 

“Looks like it’s just about time to head out...are you ready Amy?” Serafine held her hand out as Amy graciously took it, drawing a deep breath before taking her hand and leaving the lodge, heading for the nocturnal garden a few minutes away.

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Kamilah furiously paced back and forth in the luxurious lodge room, her breaths were a range of shallow pants and long sighs. Kamilah was dressed in a purple suit, different from her usual maroon one - this one specifically made for her wedding. Adrian stood in the corner of the room with his arms crossed, an amused look on his face.

“Relax will you? Everything is going to be fine Kamilah.” He chuckled, walking over to her and placing his hands on her shoulders. “I have never seen you like this in the long time I’ve known you.” 

“I just...god I can’t believe it Adrian. I have been many things in my lifetime, I thought that marriage was a dream that died with my humanity...never did I ever expect to meet someone like Amy. Should I read my vows over once more, maybe as a precaution?” Kamilah sighed, rubbing her temples as Adrian shook his head.

“Kamilah you’ve read them to me so many times I could read them to Amy at this point, you need to take a deep breath. Relax.” Adrian shuffled towards the liquor cabinet, pouring two glasses of bourbon, handing a glass to Kamilah. “Now hopefully this doesn’t intoxicate you so much that you forget your words.” 

Kamilah rolled her eyes, graciously taking the glass and downing it in one swift motion. 

“Much better. I think I’m ready Adrian. I’ve done many things in my lifetime, 2163 years does wonders to a woman, but I have never been so sure of anything in my life.” Kamilah let out a long breath, Adrian walking to her side and turned to face her.

“Kamilah Sayeed, it’s time for you to go get married.” He smiled, nodding to the door as they both walked towards the car. 

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Kamilah stepped out of the car, Adrian on her heels as they walked into the nocturnal garden. Kamilah turned her head, basking in the beauty of the location- the night phlox, night-blooming jasmine, hanging trumpets, and nicotiana all in full bloom, illuminated by the full moon.  A few close family members of Amy sat in the Garden, admiring its beauty, Amy,s mother and father having a conversation under a large pink tree. Kamilah drew a deep breath, letting the cool breeze blow through her hair. Adrian walked ahead towards the actual setup, carefully decorated in a red and purple theme. Kamilah followed after a moment, examining the tables and checking on the cake. Kamilah smiled, recalling the memory of her and Amy taste-testing the flavors - more specifically Amy dotting her nose with frosting and giving her sweet sugary kisses between samples.

“Let me guess, you went with Bourbon chocolate?” Adrian playfully nudged Kamilah, who simply rolled her eyes at his accuracy. 

“Of course, although since I selected the liquor I let Amy choose this one. It’s not my fault she’s a woman of great taste.” Kamilah smirked, her heart speeding up at the mere thought of Amy. Kamilah sighed, glancing at her watch, the seconds hand slowly moving around as midnight neared. 

“In only a few minutes you’ll be married...we should get moving Kamilah. Everything looks good to go.” Adrian met her eyes, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. “I couldn’t be more proud of my sister.”

“Adrian...this never would have happened without you...thank you.” Kamilah smiled at him, both of their eyes glistening with tears as they walked towards the central set-up. Kamilah adjusted her suit, her head perking up at the distant sound of tires, followed by hushed voices that grew nearer and nearer. 

“Shhh Lily…” Serafine’s hushed voice rang out from behind the bushes, Lily and Serafine slowly appearing and taking seats by the site. Kamilah gave them a grateful smile, her head turning as Amy emerged, her red dress shimmering in the moonlight - taking all of the wind out of Kamilah’s lungs. Kamilah spotted Jax’s sword on Amy’s back, her eyes welling with tears as she felt a warm presence nearby, the wind nearly whispering to her as she mumbled. 

“Thank you Jax…” Adrian smiled, feeling his presence as he watched Amy slowly make her way up to Kamilah, who greeted her by taking her hands. 

“You look stunning…” Kamilah whispered quietly as Adrian stepped behind them, his hands folded together. 

“We’re gathered here today to unite two souls in a boundless union, a promise of love even after death. The conjoining of two vampires who seek to live eternity together. Amy?” Adrian smiles at her, Amy fiddles with Kamilah’s hands before speaking softly but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Kamilah Sayeed, when we first met, I never would have imagined I’d be standing here in front of you like this. I remember how you slowly warmed up to me, how you slowly let me see the parts of you that you hid from the rest of the world. When I’m with you, I don’t just fall more in love with you, I fall in love with the person you make me want to be, with the person I am when I’m with you. أُحبكِ يا كميلة”

Amy’s eyes met Kamilah’s as she let a tear fall down her cheek, Kamilah lifting a hand to wipe it away as the guests watched in awe. Amy catches sight of her parents who smile and nod, Adrian clearing his throat and gesturing to Kamilah. 

“Kamilah?” 

“Amy, when I met you I thought of you as nothing more than a mere mortal, another assistant Adrian would soon discard. I’ve come to find that you are much more than that, you’re a chaotic force of energy that has surprised me every day. I thought I’d never love again, but you’ve proven me wrong. I love you, for everything you do and everything you are - you make me into my best self. There’s not an ocean I wouldn’t cross for you, no height I wouldn’t climb to or a depth I wouldn’t jump to for you. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in my entire lifetime, there’s nobody else I’d want standing in front of me. I love you Amy.” Kamilah gently squeezed Amy’s hands, rubbing her thumb over Amy’s as Adrian nods.

“Amy, do you take Kamilah Sayeed as your wife? Not just in this lifetime but for any lifetime after?  To love her unconditionally? In good times and bad, in chaos and peace, in the present and far future?”

“I do.”

“Kamilah Sayeed, do you take Amy as your wife? Not just in this lifetime but for any lifetime after?  To love her unconditionally? In good times and bad, in chaos and peace, in the present and far future?”

“I do. I absolutely do.” 

“Then...I pronounce you wife and wife, bound in blood for eternity, eternally promised to love and be loved by one another. Kamilah, she’s all yours.” Adrian nods as Kamilah sweeps Amy into a passionate but restrained kiss, Lily bouncing up and down as Serafine and the remaining guests clap and wipe their tears. Amy gently tangled her hands in Kamilah’s hair, making a soft squeaking noise as Kamilah dipped her down, holding her close and steady as she peppered her with more kisses. Amy felt the whole world melt away, the clapping of the guests fading into the distance as she focused on Kamilah, all her senses overwhelmed by Kamilah’s lips, her touch, her scent, her. She smiled against Kamilah, disregarding the time that passed. Kamilah finally let her go, pulling her back to stand with a smirk on her face as they turned to their guests, smiles on their faces. By that time Adrian had left the stand and joined the rest of the guests, mingling and socializing before Kamilah called their attention. 

“Please, this is a celebration, enjoy yourselves tonight!” Kamilah exclaimed, immediately turning to face Amy before leaning in close and letting her lips graze her earlobe. 

“And I’ll be enjoying you later...when we go home…Mrs.Sayeed” A playful and teasing look dancing in her eyes as Amy chuckled softly, cupping her face with both of her hands. Amy smiled and leaned forward, giving Kamilah a long and soft kiss before grabbing her hand as they walked to their guests, planning to revel in their newfound happiness for the night. 

[jawlawsenpai]

Foretell Chapter 1: Closed Eye

Everyday is the same day for one Simon Cross. Wake up, eat, go to school, comeback home, eat, go to sleep, and repeat. There are times when its not boring as usual for Simon, these rare occasions happen due to his friends. They all have different quirks and talents that completely separate them apart. A miracle will happen soon and obstacles will test their resolve and their friendship.

Today is a new day, a Monday. The current state of the room suggests that a hurricane must've passed through. The walls are covered with various posters of rock bands and video game characters. On the corner a stack of comics is covering an old dusty base guitar. On the right side of the room a bed near the window is visible with someone currently under a blanket, the alarm rings with the time saying it's 7:00 A.M. The boy on the bed refuses to get up, tossing and turning just to ignore the loud noise of the alarm, he attempts to shut it off, clearly struggling, until finally he manages to turn it off and proceeds to look at the time. "ugh... morning already?" said the boy with a yawn. As he stands up he proceeds to the bathroom door next to his table and walks inside to wash his face, he looks in the mirror and all he saw was his light brown face and black hair, he says to himself "Alright Simon today's the day, we're gonna finally tell Liz how you feel about her." Just the thought of it makes Simon's face gushing red. "Can I really do it today?" He says that while his head is on the bathroom sink .

After that he went out of his room and walked down the stairs. He walked straight to the kitchen and open the refrigerator, he took two eggs to cook for his breakfast. After all that he proceeds to the bathroom to take a shower. He took out his favorite yellow shirt with a black star print on it along with some jeans. He packs his bag and walk towards the door, he passes by the living room and sees his father asleep on the couch with a beer bottle in hand. A look of hate and disgust is visible on Simon's face. He ignores his father and opens the door and proceeds to leave closing the door behind him.

As soon as Simon arrives he looks up and sees a huge sign of the schools name "Good Fortune High School", He walks in the front gate and greets the guard a good morning, the guard simply nods at him and gestures for him to keep on walking. Simon went inside the main building and walks up the stairs heading to the second floor.

As he makes it on the second floor he was immediately greeted by a tall man with an orange ginger hair wearing a red hoodie and a green shirt. He was Robin Flask or Rob for short, he's the oldest in Simon's circle of friends that's because he was always held back at school for the lack of academic improvement, but he still remains a kind and down to earth person who likes animals specifically a stray black cat he named Caster. Being an orphan Rob learned to live and survive on his own also being a part time mechanic.

"Hey Rob your awfully early today." Simon says this with a teasing face.

"Shut up squirt, everyone's in class already."

"Is Liz there?"

"Of course when has she ever been absent?"

"Y-yeah... ha ha ha you're right. I guess I'm going in then." He's face is completely flustered.

"Uh huh you go get her romeo" Rob says this with a visible smirk on his face.

Rob rubs Simon's head and goes down stairs to got to the bathroom. Simon walks up to the first door on the left, he took a deep breath and walks in. As he opens the door there were around 20 students there including all of Simon's friends. He saw the class president Vicky Chimes sitting in the front row. Black haired and wearing a long skirt along with a white blouse and a huge pair of glasses, she is the best friend of Elizabeth Swan and she is a perfectionist. She believes that all boys are revolting. She quickly glances at Simon but totally ignores him afterwards.

Simon was immediately greeted by a camera flash, it was the twins, Vina and Rina Vale, the two look completely the same with their white skin and blonde hair. The only way to differentiate the two is through their height, hair styles and clothing. Vina the older sister and the tallest between the two, she has rowdy and unkempt hair, she is currently wearing a white buttoned down shirt with a red necktie and a very short skirt with high socks and a pair of pink sneakers. Vina dreams of becoming a very famous rock star one day. Rina while holding a digital camera is currently wearing a green flannel jacket and skinny jeans along with a pair of black sneakers, her hair is also braided in pigtails. She dreams of becoming a journalist one day. These twins are well known to have a very financial family, in more common terms they are filthy rich.

"How's the picture?" Simon asks to Rina.

"Hmm... a bit blurry but I can manage, nothing a little editing can't fix." Rina says this with a very optimistic smile.

"So is today the day?" Vina's teasing question to Simon.

"Th-the day for what exactly?" Simon being once again flustered.

"Oh come on! When are you going to man up and ask her out on a date?" Vina says this with an expectant look on her face.

"I'm working on it okay." Clearly has an agitated look on his face.

"Okay dude chill, good luck with that plan of yours." She says this with an actual optimistic expression.

The twins proceeded to go to their respective seats that's near the door in the back of the classroom. Simon also went straight to his seat. Simon's chest started to tighten, he heard he's heart beat louder and louder. This is because of the fact that he is seated right next to Liz. He saw Elizabeth Swan Staring outside the window. She looks lovely as ever, with her fishtailed braided brown hair and her light brown skin. Liz is a hardworking student she studies hard and always shows effort with all her school works, she is also a black belt in karate. She doesn't have any plans on what her future should be like, but with her talents and skills the sky is the limit. She turns around and immediately sees Simon and waves at him. Simon stared directly into her green eyes and immediately looks away. He went to his seat with a gushing red face and finally sits down.

"Good morning Simon" She greeted him with a huge smile on her face only inches away from him.

"Go-good morning Liz" Simon is clearly glowing red. He tries to move inches away Liz's space. Although Liz closes that space and gets closer to Simon.

"What are you doing?" Simon's flustered question to Liz.

"Why are you moving away from me?" Liz's honest curiosity.

"I don't know... maybe it's something about personal space." Simon says that in a joking manner.

"So you don't like me anymore?" She pouts and looks away from Simon.

"N-no it's not like that I mean I do like you, b-but just as a friend, I-i mean for now at least, n-not saying that we can be together, j-just saying that there might be a chance, I-i'm not saying that you're not pretty I mean you're beautiful..." This goes on for quite some time and Liz just simply giggles at Simon.

"Can you two get a room?" Said by a chilling voice from the seat in front of Simon. It was Sebastian Luke Fer. He is Simon's best friend, he's very pale and very thin, he's hair is long enough to have bangs covering he's left eye. He's wearing a plain back long sleeved shirt. He is half German, at least that's what he tells people, he doesn't share a lot of personal information with people not even with Simon. Nevertheless Simon still trusts him because they've been best friends ever since they were little.

"Shut up Sebastian!" He says this while he's flustered.

"Whatever." Sebastian says this while smirking.

Liz did nothing other than just laugh at the two while they're arguing. Simon trying to reason out again this time to Sebastian, while Sebastian is still calm and collected and just kept on teasing Simon.

The teacher finally entered the classroom and instructed the students to sit properly and quit talking with one another. Everyone followed and class started. It was an agonizing hour of Math class. All of the students were waiting for the bell to ring and for this class to be over. Hours and multiple classes have passed and it's finally lunch time.

The group went to the cafeteria and ordered their usual go to foods. Simon ordered rice with some gravy and chicken, Liz ordered a salad, Sebastian just ordered yogurt, Rob ordered a cold pizza, Rina and Vina brought their home cooked foods that looks a lot like a five star meal, and Vicky also ordered a salad. They were just talking about random stuff until Liz asked Simon a question.

"So Simon any plans for tomorrow?"

"Nothing really. Why whats happening tomorrow?"

"Ha ha ha very funny... Wait are you for real you actually forgot your birthday?"

Simon was stunned, he did actually forget that it was his birth day tomorrow. Everyone except Vicky who is still eating, stared at him intently also shocked by the fact.

"I must've just forgotten, you guys wanna hangout tomorrow?" Simon awkwardly scratches the back of his head and smiles at his friends.

"Sure how about at your place?" Vina asks.

"Oh I really missed your cooking, are you going to cook?" Rina asks.

"I don't see why not, tomorrow I'll buy ingredients after school" Simon proclaims.

"I'll come with you." Sebastian added.

"I'll only come if Liz comes." Said Vicky.

"Of course I will." Said Liz.

"Then it's settled then party at Simon's house tomorrow" Rob says this while still chewing on some pizza.

After lunch they all went back to class. The bell rang telling everyone that school's over and that they can all go home. Everyone said their good byes and went their separate ways. Simon and Sebastian walk the same way going home and so they always walk together.

"I can't believe you actually forgot it was your birthday tomorrow?" Sebastian looks concerned.

"Yeah me too if Liz didn't remind me I still wouldn't have remembered."

"Speaking of Liz what happened to the plan of you telling her how you felt about her?" Sebastian stated teasingly.

"I-i forgot okay!" Again Simon is flustered.

"You're too obvious, when you're around her you revert back to being a child, I'm still surprised she hasn't figured it out yet."

"Oh shut up." Simon smiles, he likes these small chats with Sebastian.

Finally an intersection separates the two boys apart. Sebastian going to the left, while Simon continues forward. They fist bumped each other and went their separate ways.

It was already night and it's completely dark outside. Soon as Simon comes home he's father was no where in sight. Simon just assumes that he's in a bar drinking like usual. Simon took two pieces of bread from the refrigerator and spreads some chocolate Nutella on it, this is considered a dinner for Simon. He walks up stairs to his bedroom, drops his bag and he lies down flat, he opened his phone to look at some new messages. Mostly all of the messages were from his friends greeting him an advanced happy birthday, they also said that they are excited for tomorrow. Simon felt a little pressured but at the same time excited it's been a couple of months since the last time he cooked for his friends. The thought gave Simon a huge smile thinking that he was lucky to have friends like these. Simon took a fresh pair of pajamas and slept through the night.

It was raining, the side walk is wet. A group of people were standing around in front of an apartment complex. On the second floor a door with the numbers 206 is visible. Simon goes closer to the group of people huddled over. He pushes his way through the crowd. A dead body was clearly laying there, a woman wearing a red dress laying on the floor with a pool of blood. An odd looking violet flower was growing from the corpse chest still in bloom. Simon knelt down to take a closer look, until suddenly the corpse stood back up and choke Simon, she opened her eyes but those very eyes were absent only two deep holes can be seen, both crying and gushing out blood. The corpse spoke in a deep and yet chilling manner.

"Smell the pretty flowers"

Simon was struggling he didn't know what to do he was overpowered by this corpse until it snapped his neck and it made a sharp cracking sound.

Simon woke up screaming, he was sweating and breathing heavily. He looked at the time in his alarm clock indicating that it is 12:00 a.m. It's his birthday. He covers his eyes and rubs it vigorously. He lies back in bed staring at the ceiling.

"What was all that about?"

[fashionboys135-blog]

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The Sequel - 895

Wardrobe Approval

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

Christina’s flight from Munich, where she stopped to visit her doctor, got her to Doha at 4:45 on Tuesday afternoon. Juan’s inbound flight from London arrived about an hour later, at 5:50. She wanted to hang out in the arrivals terminal and wait for him, but Jan Tops, the show jumping legend and proprietor of the Global Champions Tour, asked her to meet with him and the editor of the Tour’s new lifestyle magazine at the hotel so that she could sign some copies of the quarterly on which she was the debut cover star. The magazine launch was happening during the competition, on Saturday afternoon, between the Global Champions League Final and the Grand Prix of Doha. Christina wasn’t expected to change out of her riding clothes and get into a dress for all the pictures, or hang around the event for the whole two hours during which it was scheduled, so they wanted her to do a little photoshoot with the editor, someone from the publishing company, the photographer who came to Dortmund to get the art for the cover and her feature story, and the woman who wrote that feature, plus some of the big advertisers who subsidized much of the issue. Rather than wait for her companion at the airport, she needed to hurry to her hotel room bathroom and make herself pretty and put-together.

Some of the advertisers had gifts delivered in advance of her arrival. She found a box of Tom Ford makeup goodies, a bunch of Kiehl’s skincare products, a cashmere glove and scarf set from Loro Piana, a small Nancy Gonzalez shoulder bag, and some clothes from Rag & Bone and Gucci. From the gifts, she selected baby pink high-waisted, tie-front, wide-leg trousers to pair with a loose white crewneck blouse from home that had precious tie-detail cuffs too. Dramatic baby pink pants were a first for her, and that was somewhat exciting. Also, she kind of forgot that it was 80* and perpetually sunny where she was going when she packed black leather pants to go with that top. The pink trousers were much more appropriate for Doha. They were also way too long, so she had to wear them with the soaring sandals she brought for after-hours activities. The details of her pre-launch outfit were important because Juan totally didn’t recognize her in the lobby when he got to the Four Seasons. Christina had to excuse herself from the group of magazine people and click-clack-speed-walk to the elevator to intercept him. His phone didn’t work there yet, but she’d given him their room number when he had wifi in the airport. He was evidently very absorbed in the phone anyway, because she scared him half to death when she stepped in front of him and tried to kiss his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she laughed at his surprised and defensive reaction.

“Why are you dressed like a wealthy 1970’s housewife?” the footballer questioned as he air-kissed both of her cheeks. He wisely avoided messing up the extensive makeup.

“Am I?” Christina looked down at her outfit and shrugged. She was happy to see him. That negated his skepticism about the wardrobe call.

“Yes,” Juan laughed. “A beautiful one though?” he asked more than stated.

“Do you want to go put your stuff in the room and then come hang out? I don’t know how long this is going to take. I just came down myself a minute ago. We’re doing the pictures outside by the pool.”

“I don’t want to interfere while you’re working. Go have your picture taken and then we’ll have some food, sí?”

“Do I have to change my outfit before dinner?” the rider sassed. Juan looked her up and down, appraising her clothes again.

“Yes. Hakkasan?”

“Yaaaaaassssss.” Her eyes grew big, brimming with excitement and temptation. I totally forgot they have a Hakkasan! We wanted to go last time but the guys decided to do Nobu instead since it’s right here. I want Peking duck.

“Is 8 too early? I’ll call for a table.”

A relatively low-maintenance girl from a wealthy New York family, Christina was the type to love aimless wandering around Paris with no plan or bookings, and then be equally enchanted by a man confidently offering a hard-to-get, sexy reservation for dinner. The princess within her, with her love of Smith & Wollensky steaks, her first-name-recognition of the best personal shoppers at Neiman Marcus, and her lash-fluttering adoration of smooth gentlemen with exceptional manners and perfectly tailored clothes, absolutely swooned for a dinner-date somewhere exclusive, poorly lit, overpriced, and heavy on the classic formality. She went weak in the knees at just the nonchalance in a princely gent’s invitation. She always had. It was a “Daddy Issue”. Anything was attainable for her father, so nothing was a big deal. She looked for that easy attitude in other men as an admirable and desirable trait. No other little girls were celebrating their 4th birthday at Windows on The World, the fine dining restaurant on the top floor of the World Trade Center, when she did. Surely no other little girls knew that the kitchen was in the basement and there were special high-speed elevators to bring the food up to the restaurant. At the same time, that little girl had a thirst for exploration and adventure that made a stroll along an unfamiliar street in a familiar city, or any street in a new one, with a game and curious companion, an absolute delight.

So as romantic and fun as her quick trip to Paris was with André, Christina was excited by Juan’s easy swooping in with the get-changed-I’m-taking-you-to-a-$250-duck-dinner thing within 60 seconds of laying eyes on her in a very, very foreign country. It was the seamlessness of it all. He came with a plan, but it didn’t sound overly curated- with just enough thoughtfulness to prove his understanding of his girlfriend and her travel habits, and that he’d looked forward to their trip enough to have checked out the local dining scene. He was wearing a black t-shirt and really nice medium wash blue jeans, and that meant he was automatically undeniable. He was clearly thrilled to see her too, but not in an outward way that anyone but Christina and his other close friends and family would notice. He didn’t need to go loiter around her while she fulfilled her work commitment. He had standards. He didn’t like her outfit and he didn’t want to take her out in it, but he wasn’t going to say it that way, or be a wimp and try to hint at it. He conveyed a clear but inoffensive message of disapproval. All of it added up to a very specific, “just so” manner that she found totally devastating in the best way. She gave him her room key and went back to the magazine gaggle with a swagger in her step.

She practically ran back to the elevator when they were finished doing photos, making her sign magazines, and schmoozing about the book, the competition, and the title. It was already 7:15 and she wasn’t sure how long the taxi ride to Hakkasan might be because she had no idea where the St. Regis was. Juan was speaking to someone on the phone when she got to the room- a predominantly beige affair with some dark wood furnishings, a nice enough sand-marble bathroom, and a good size terrace with a view of the pool and the sea. He made a hurry-up gesture and she turned around to go to the closet in the square-footage-wasting entrance hallway. There was a pair of light gray skinny jeans in her open suitcase on the stand in there, and an off-white polyester sleeveless top hanging above. Christina grabbed the pants and yanked the shirt off the hanger, then headed into the bedroom to change. Her pink trousers were so wide that she could get them off without removing her strappy sandals. It didn’t occur to her until she’d swapped shirts that she’d need to take the shoes off to get the jeans on. With a groan of frustration at that realization, she dropped the pants on the bedspread again and bent over to undo the tiny buckle on the gold-chain-accented Tom Ford sandal. It would have been much easier to put her butt on the bed too and not try to balance on one white 105mm heel, but haste overshadowed reason. And then the Spaniard on the phone overshadowed Christina.

Oh hello, she said to herself when she felt two hands on her hips and something like denim push into her butt. Those pink pants were fully lined and in no way see-through, but they fit snugly in the butt, so she wore one of the nude thongs she always had on under her breeches. Evidently her behind was too tempting in said thong to go ignored. Juan let go with one hand to adjust the phone held between his ear and his shoulder, and leaned more heavily into the rider. Without his help to keep her steady, she went flying.

“Dude!” she exclaimed in a heap on the floor. He had to pull the phone away from his face to save the ears of whomever he was speaking to from his hysterical guffawing. I guess I can get these off as long as I’m down here, Christina begrudgingly decided. Her dainty sandals included a wraparound ankle strap with a small gold chain stitched on top, and featured really annoying buckles. She’d only managed to get the end out of the keeper before her friend knocked her over. It was work to yank the prong out of the hole. Her Tom Fords were very lightly used, so the hole was still very tight. She mouthed “help” at Juan and made a woe-is-me face until he squatted to use some footballer strength to free her from her designer footwear. He even offered her a helping hand to get off the carpet, but then he was back on her bum again the second she bent over to stick her right foot in her jeans.

At least he’s nicer about it, the cover-girl snorted inside while the Chelsea man kneaded the plumpest part of her butt cheeks. His greedy fingers kept at it even as she shifted to get her other foot in the gray pants, and then moved up to her waist while she shimmied them up. By the time the button was through the hole and the zipper was up, his hands had found their way to her ribcage, just under her bra, and he was telling the person on the other end of the call, in Spanish, that he needed to go.

“I missed you more than usual, this past week,” Juan told her conversationally- that is to say, without sounding flirtatious, or seductive- once he was finished. Christina was fixing her pockets so that they weren’t bunched up on her hips.

“Get your filthy paws off me so I can finish getting ready,” she shot back, feigning more aggravation than she really harbored.

“We have time. I made the booking for 8:30.”

“Oh. Well then why did you tell me to hurry up and let me run around like a Trump campaign coffee boy in Moscow?”

“Because you use up as much time as you’re given. Turn around.” The player withdrew his hands just long enough for her to move, and then replaced them on her cheeks when he leaned forward to give her a real hello-kiss. We never get to have these when we first see each other, Christina reflected after it, while Juan lingered right in her face, his nose almost touching hers. We never get to do hello-kisses properly until we get behind closed doors somewhere. It sucks. You miss somebody and you’re so happy to see him and you can’t wait to touch him and smooch him and you have to do a phony, just-friends greeting instead of the I-love-you-sooooo-much one. It’s like if every time your team scored a goal, you couldn’t clap or fist pump, or yell “yeah!” until 5 minutes later in the restroom. Juan gave her one more little, tender kiss, and then sat heavily on the foot of the bed. “How was your magazine thing?”

“It was fine,” the equestrian star shrugged, plopping down beside him to make her life easier in terms of re-installing her sandals. “I just smiled a lot and then answered some questions about how my ponies are doing and who I think is going to win on Saturday.”

“Are you going to win on Saturday?”

“I dunno. Do you mind if we stop by Al Shaqab after dinner? I want to see Rio Grande and Socks.”

“Why would I mind? Did they just get here too?”

“No. I told you they came yesterday.”

“Should we bring them fortune cookies?”

“I don’t know if Hakkasan even does fortune cookies, but yes, if they do, absolutely,” Christina smiled. I’m glad my “head” coach has finally fully grasped the nature of my relationship with my boys. He finally gets that I treat them like spoiled children. Schü got that right away. He offered to buy Dirk a banana from the crepe tent the first time we had breakfast together, in Florida. It was like four days after we met. I know Juanin has been aware of those relationships but I’m not sure he always fully understood. I think it’s hard for people who don’t have animals to get it. “Should we go? Do you have my keycard? Let me just throw some stuff in a bag.”

They got a ride to the renowned Chinese restaurant and preceded to order way too much food, as was standard with Christina. She wanted the whole applewood Peking duck and the traditional pancakes and accompaniments, but also stir fried vegetables in ginger sauce, wok-fried lobster, fried rice, and sliced pepper steak. Juan pointed out that it wasn’t like being at home, where taking the copious extra food home made perfect sense. His date conceded the lobster and beef, and there was still leftovers. All they took with them after the marathon meal was fortune cookies, which they actually had to ask for. But then the security guards wouldn’t let them into Al Shaqab to give the horses their dessert anyway. Christina hadn’t yet been to the venue, so she didn’t have her credential yet, nor the player’s. Her passport wasn’t enough to get her in, and she was afraid to try bribery because she wasn’t sure if that was a big deal in a place like Qatar. The security officer they were dealing with had already flipped out about her leaning backwards on Juan and dropping her head on his shoulder because it brought her face awfully close to his and that was evidently a no-no in the land of no PDA allowed. It wasn’t even meant to be affectionate. Her feet just hurt from her shoes and the guy was taking a long time checking with superiors or something on the phone and her friend was there to physically support her. He made fun of her on the way back to the Four Seasons, joking about what a great public story it would be if she were thrown in a Qatari prison for being a heathen in public with not her husband.

“Daniel and Christian and the guys are chilling at the bar on the pier. Do you want to go have a drink or something?” the heathen inquired as she got out of the car in front of the hotel. “I know it’s late but with the time difference I feel like it’s early still.”

“The whole two hours.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t care. Whatever you want, cariña.”

“Okay. I’ll tell them we’re coming to say hey. I want to run upstairs first and get a sweater.”

“Mhm,” Juan yawned, holding the interior door for her. It was definitely getting colder out- down in the low 70’s from the afternoon’s mid-80’s, but the blast of the air-conditioning in the lobby was still quite noticeable. Christina put her texting on hold to rub her arm. It took a minute to get an elevator, and she walked up to her friend and demanded he either hug her or take over rubbing her bare arms for her while she tapped away at the phone.

“Who else is here?”

“Daniel, Christian, the other Christian, Marco, Nicola, maybe Janne? And then from not-Germany, Edwina, obvs, Eric, Scott, Simon, my friend from Spain, Kevin, Lorenzo, Bertram, Lauren and Laura and Lillie from the US, Ben, Janika...Most of the best people, except Marcus, because he doesn’t like leaving Europe, and the Americans who stayed home to do World Cup qualifiers at indoors. Oh and all my Belgian friends, who are also in the US to do the World Cup Qualifiers at indoors. Also, I told you all of this already. Do you not remember asking me about the competition and me going through the entire entry list, horse by horse, to assess the odds?”

“Maybe? I don’t know,” he shrugged, his voice kind of flat. She didn’t know how to take that. That’s the second thing he completely forgot or just never heard the first time, she realized. Is he tired, or in a bad mood? He’s the one who suggested coming here with me in the first place. I hope he didn’t wish he could take it back. I know tagging along on a horse show week can be really boring, and he talks to Marcus more than the other guys so that sucks that he’s not here, but I’m going to have so much free time to go do fun things with him. The doors dinged open and Juan’s hands dropped away from her goosebump-covered skin. They stepped out onto the generic blue hallway carpet together, turned to the left, and let themselves into the second door on the Gulf side.

“I think I’m gonna change my shoes too,” the rider announced before taking a seat on the foot of the bed. “Or I could just take these off and not put any on. Do you not want to go to the bar?”

“I don’t mind. It’s up to you.”

“Is something wrong? You’re all...meh, all of a sudden, Juanin.”

“You changed the picture on your mobile,” the Chelsea man replied after staring blankly in her direction for what seemed like a really long time. He sat next to her and pointed at the screen in her hand. Her new wallpaper was a selfie she took with André during a piggyback ride.

“I made Schü carry me up 4 million stairs at Sacre Coeur,” she smirked. “He lost a bet.”

“I don’t feel jealous of him many times. I think I’ve said, when I see you kiss him all day long I used to have that jealousy. Now you kiss me every time you get up or sit down, so not so much anymore. I feel it when you go to Paris with him though,” Juan laughed ruefully. “Remember when you were pregnant and you invited yourself to some dinner I had to go to? We almost didn’t go because you wanted to drive to Paris.”

“And then I said I was kidding and went to Paris with Schü in the middle of the night.” Christina finished the memory for him with a look of resignation about her.

“Twice you go off to Paris for a quick last minute trip with him.”

“Twice I told him I wanted to go wander around Paris and eat in quintessentially French cafes, and twice he didn’t hesitate.”

“Neither did I.”

“I know. And it was really fucked up of me the first time. But why are you mad about it this time?”

“I’m not mad. I’m jeeealouuuuus.” Juan drawled out his answer as if he were talking to someone with trouble understanding, and he smiled. That was a good enough signal to make his friend feel significantly less under pressure in the moment. She hated when she did the wrong thing, and that overnight drive to Paris back in the day was definitely the wrong thing.

“You got upset with me last week for being jealous that you talked to some girl in a nightclub,” she shot back pointedly, but just to be funny. She also flopped backward on the mattress and drew her knees up, then let them fall over to her right, toward him.

“Different thing.”

“Oh is it?”

“Yes. I think, in my official capacity here as your psychological coach, that it would be best for you, with the competition in mind, to start getting ready for bed. No drinks on the pier.”

“And in your capacity here as not my psychological coach, is that opinion based on your need for snuggles in front of the TV, or sexy fun time? Or are you just worried you’re gonna get jealous when I laugh too hard at D’s jokes?”

“To be honest I just thought you were hoping I would say no in the first place, and that you sat down and got comfortable because you don’t really want to go down there,” Juan chuckled. “I don’t care whichever we do. Usually when you want to do something you just tell me we’re doing it. I assumed you were looking for me to say no and give you an excuse.”

“Oh I am done feeling obligated to do anything with my teammates,” Christina snorted dismissively. “I don’t need any excuses. I won them a fucking gold medal.” She did her best “honey, please” tone.

“Well let’s go then,” her scruffy-faced roommate replied, poking at her tummy where her shirt had ridden up as she stretched her legs down straight.

“I’ve kind of lost the motivation to get up though.”

“And is that based on your need for cuddles in front of the television, or sexy fun time?” the Spaniard questioned knowingly. She rolled onto her stomach, and he jiggled one side of her butt as much as was possible in her tight jeans.

“Both, I think. I need to do nothing until the food blockade breaks up, and then I need Juanin love.” Her hips lifted up off the bedspread so that she could shake her butt herself. I need Juanin to fuck me in this position exactly. Well, I would probably sit up on my elbows. Because he does amazing things to me in this position, and because I love how good it feels to stretch my lower back. Nicky needs his chiropractor every other week and I need mine. Mine’s more handsome, she thought, trying to keep the smile out of her eyes while giving him her innocent and nonchalant look. He rolled his eyes at her, pinched her behind, and got up to start changing into more comfortable clothes.

She texted Daniel to cancel her appearance, and confirmed her morning schedule with Tom, whose accommodations were right at Al Shaqab. The royal equestrian facility was designed for hosting international competitions of all sorts, and had a place for everyone involved- equine and human. Organizers of other shows, be they regional show jumping events, breed shows, or the very popular Arabian competitions, put exhibitors and riders up in the same dormitory-like rooms on site that Tom and his colleagues were in. The Global Champions Tour was too fancy for that. The Tour always put riders up in a 4 or 5 star hotel, no matter the city. Getting riders to go to places like Doha and Shanghai was hard enough without then putting them in dorms. The schedule they went over was quite light. Wednesday involved a mid-morning horse inspection followed by a draw for the starting order for the first big event, open schooling in the arena from 4-6, and then a formal warm-up class immediately after that ran like a regular class but counted for naught. Both of Christina’s horses were to be presented for the jog after 11, so there would be plenty of time to sleep in, work out, and have a nice breakfast before heading over. Then there was time to leave the show and go shopping or wandering, or come back to the hotel to relax by the pool. All of that was explained to Juan, with extra emphasis on the free time. He didn’t react in any remarkable way. She didn’t want to see his reaction to her goodnight call to André, so she made it outside on the balcony.

“Are you exhausted from playing?” she asked him, since Borussia Dortmund played a closed-doors friendly at Brackel against Bochum to try to shed the funk of losing and give some of the players returning from injury a chance to get minutes without pressure. André participated for 90 minutes and scored two goals in the 4-2 win.

“Yes. I’m about to go to bed. I’ve got one of your cashmere blankets, and the lights are already off,” he told her. “I want to hear about your night, Prinzessin, but I need to sleep.”

“Aww don’t worry. There’s nothing to hear about. Get some rest. You deserve it. I bet you’ll sleep good. Call me in the morning.”

“Love you.”

“Gooodnight, babe.” Well no reason to have shielded Juanin from THAT, the sympathetic wife and girlfriend commented to herself. This is kind of a weird time for me between the two of them. I had that talk with Schü two nights ago, and lately it’s so easy to remember why I want to be with him. But nothing is changing with Juan. I still want to be with him too. He’s so...We’re so...It’s like a real relationship now. We don’t even pretend to be friends anymore. It’s weird to be in this situation. It’s okay, right now. I don’t know how long that lasts though, she thought, staring out into the Arabian Gulf and zoning out of everything else happening around her- behind, in the room, and down on the ground level, where people hung out by the pool and on the pier. When does it start to feel like there isn’t enough to go round? When does it feel like one takes away from the other? Like I told Schü, it was easy before to be okay with our problems because I had Juan. I put more of me into being with him than Schü in those situations. It’s not- The sound of the sliding door opening startled her out of introspection. A head stuck out.

“What are you doing?” it questioned with furrowed brows.

“Nothing.”

“Do you want anything from room service? I feel like a nice tea.”

“No thank you.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Schü was going to sleep so it was a quick call. I’m coming in,” Christina hastily explained. She turned the rest of the way around from the railing, and Juan pushed the door open more so a whole human could fit through rather than just a head. “Did you unpack anything earlier? I didn’t even notice when I was hurrying to change. I can give up some hangers if you need.”

“I already hung up my shirts. Is the white dress in there for the party on Saturday?” He walked by the human unzipping her pants and headed for the phone, but there was more than a conversational lilt to his tone, and that caught her ear. It made her smile to herself. She loved knowing his tells, and knowing his turn-ons. He was entirely the reason there was a white dress in the closet.

“The black Balmain mesh-sleeve mini dress fresh from Paris is for the party. The white one-shoulder, collar-neck mini dress is for your Kygo thing.” Because you looooove me in white dresses and because you’re gonna dance with me and hopefully you’ll be a little drunk. And maybe I won’t wear underwear. Hmm. The rider stared at the imaginary light bulb in the middle distance for a moment before pushing her jeans down. Everything is backwards. I did the explore-a-city-with-no-plan thing with Schü, and then had excessively romantic sex with him, and he’s been totally chill about Juan lately. Juan did the smooth-guy-dinner-reservation thing, he’s the one that’s jealous, and I just had a mini-fantasy about being naughty with him in a nightclub in the most prude country I’ve ever been in. Usually everything is the opposite. I’ve been having all the romantic sex with him, and dreaming about it, even. I told Juan about my butt thing. Everything is opposite.

“Do you want to have dinner with him tomorrow or no?” The Spaniard had his hand on the receiver already but was looking at the spacey rider.

“Yeah, if you want. I don’t care. I should be done with the horses by 8. I can have a snack or something between the schooling and the warm up so I can make it to late dinner.”

“But do you have another dress?” he teased while pushing buttons. Someone in the kitchen answered before Christina had a chance to. He ordered his tea and she changed into a t-shirt and more comfortable underwear.