#damn i also should have brought a clipboard but i forgot so i’ll probably just end up using my folder

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my clinicals start tmrw 💀

[alirhi]

Toy Soldiers chapter 1

Title: Toy Soldiers Chapter: 1/? Fandom: MCU Rating: 18+ Focus: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes Summary: Wounded and delirious but grateful (and shocked) to be alive after his fall from the train, Bucky thinks he's been rescued when he's pulled from the snow. It doesn't take long for him to realize he would have been better off dead. WARNINGS: Language, references to (and possibly graphic depictions of; we'll see how it goes) torture, brainwashing, violence, rape Notes: I don't want to give much away here, but I do want to assure you all that no, I don't ship anyone appearing in this chapter. I'm also not yaddayaddaing the arm thing. more detail on that later.

Once, he would have been grateful to be brought back home to the States. He didn't know it, really, but he was so close to home. It didn't matter, though; just like in Europe, he never left the lab.

“How-” His throat hurt. Was it from how little he'd spoken lately... Or from how much he'd screamed? Wincing, he swallowed, coughed, and tried again. “How long...?”

“Your arm should be operational within the week,” the pretty brunette with the clipboard and the funny accent told him. She looked and sounded so familiar... “If that's what you're asking. Just relax, Sergeant Barnes. You're in good hands.”

It wasn't what he was asking. He didn't even know what she was talking about.

“I trust you'll take excellent care of him, Doctor Zola.” Her clipped, accented voice was steely as she turned to face the small man in the corner that Bucky hadn't noticed. Voice softening as she laid a hand softly on the prone Sergeant's shoulder, she added, “He meant so much to...” She stopped abruptly, cleared her throat, patted Bucky awkwardly, and turned away. “Well. Anyway. Do what you can; I'll be in touch.”

Forgetting for a moment that he didn't have a left hand anymore, Bucky reached for her. He was stunned when her skirt caught on something shiny.

Even more so when that 'something shiny' turned out to be attached to him. “How... What...?”

Dark brown eyes, warm, soft, and so familiar, locked with his as she gently pried the metal fingers loose from her skirt. “Rest, Sergeant. It will be alright.” She stepped lightly out of his reach and the authority returned to her voice as she headed for the door. “Surprising level of dexterity already. Do pass my compliments on to Stark, Doctor, won't you?”

“Stark?” Why did that name ring a bell?

“Of course, Agent Carter.” The little toad in the corner, Zola, sounded so insidious. Bucky hated him already. There was something unnervingly familiar about him, too. As the pretty brunette left, Zola approached him with a grin. “Sergeant Barnes,” he hissed, “You will be the new fist of HYDRA.”

So, he was still in HYDRA's clutches. They'd moved him, he knew, but-

Stark. Agent Carter.

He gaped at the toad, barely registering the reflection of his own stunned, scruffy face in the smaller man's glasses. Zola. Son of a fucking bitch.

The little bastard was quick. He darted out of the way as Bucky surged up and made a swipe for him. He grabbed someone else in a lab coat, instead, and didn't even hesitate. HYDRA. He hadn't nearly died trying to bring them down, only to turn around and let them keep experimenting on him without a fight. The scientist's neck snapped with a very satisfying audible crunch before Bucky was pinned, subdued, and injected with something that made him woozy.

So, Howard Stark and Peggy Carter were working with HYDRA. Fucking traitors. He was still fighting, flinging people off of him and watching in vague amazement as a couple of them flew clear across the room. Apparently deciding the drugs weren't working fast enough, one of them injected him again.

As it finally took effect and the world started to slow and dim, Bucky's last coherent thought was I hope Steve doesn't know.

“How long have I been here?” he finally managed to ask in a scratchy, gravelly voice the next time he was aware.

“A few weeks,” was the dismissive answer he got from one of the younger lab coats. He noticed they stayed out of easy reach as often as they could.

Weeks. That didn't seem right, but it was a relief to hear. If it'd only been weeks, then maybe Steve was still holding out hope; maybe Bucky hadn't been declared dead yet. They'd be looking for him...

His head cleared a bit more, and his heart sank. He'd said 'here', and they'd probably interpreted that literally. “How long,” he tried again, swallowing several times when his throat still ached, “since the train...?”

“Train?” That confused the kid he was talking to, and he glanced at one of his companions.

The other man, late thirties at least by the looks of him and annoyingly familiar, stepped forward. His voice was soft when he spoke, as if he was trying to soothe a frightened rabbit. “It's 1955, Barnes. It's been ten years since you went missing on that mission. We all thought you were dead.”

Ten years?! “Ten... fucking years?” He surged up off the table, only to be caught and held back down.

“Take your hands off him,” the other man snapped, waving the lab coats back. “This man is a hero.”

“He's dangerous, Stark!”

“He's Cap's right hand, for god's sake!”

“Stark.” Eyes wide and feeling panicked, Bucky reached for him. Howard didn't so much as flinch; he let Bucky grab his arms, and even helped him sit up. “Howard. Howard Stark – I remember you. I... Where's Steve?”

The pain in Howard's eyes answered him before his mouth could. Shaking his head in desperate denial, Bucky sank back against the chilly steel. “Don't. Don't you fucking dare.”

“You've never been afraid of anything, Barnes.” Howard winced, hands twitching like he wanted to reach for him, but he didn't. “What did those bastards do to you?”

Closing his eyes against the stab of pain did nothing to ease it; all it did was bring up a rush of dizzying, confusing images. Cold. Blood. Bright lights and gleaming steel. Foreign tongues swirling around him. Pain. White-hot endless nauseating pain...

“Where's Steve?” This time his voice came out a choked whimper, and he appreciated the kindness when no one around him commented on it.

The answer, when it came, was exactly what he'd been dreading: “He's dead. I'm sorry. He went down...”

Tuning out the soft cadence of his once-idol's voice, Bucky sagged against the table. Dead. He's dead. Stupid, reckless, good-for-nothing punk...

“Is he crying?”

“You wanna mind your damn business, Johnson? He lost a brother; let the man grieve.”

“I-it's just... He's been so volatile... I didn't expect-”

“What, human emotion? Try showing some, or get the hell out.” He felt Howard lean closer, and his voice was weirdly gentle again as he murmured, “I'm sorry, Barnes. I know you two were close.”

“Get...” His throat closed. He swallowed a couple of times, allowed a tiny sliver of gratitude when the rim of a cup was pressed to his lips and he got a sip of water, and tried again: “Get out.”

“Alright, Sarge. Alright. I was just checking on the arm.”

There was a soft thunk thunk against something metallic, accompanied by an odd tickling vibration in his shoulder and chest, and then some shuffling. It sounded like someone was moving away, and someone else was coming closer. Bucky didn't bother opening his eyes to find out what was going on.

“He's overwhelmed. Let's- Is that really necessary?”

“He's dangerous, Stark.” That voice sounded too close for comfort. He felt something cold and hard clamp down on his right wrist, and heard the clack of metal against metal on his left, and then a jab on the right. “We either leave armed guards, or this. We can't just let him wander.”

“You're treating him like a crazed murderer.”

“Well, he did kill Simmons.”

“...Right. I forgot about that. Oh, whatever. Fine. Sorry, Barnes, these guys...”

Bucky faded out before he could hear the rest of what Howard had to say. It was just as well; he didn't care what he had to say. Steve was dead. Stupid punk went and got himself killed. It'd been ten years, which meant Bucky's whole family thought he was dead, too. He had no one. Did anything else really matter anymore? This time, when oblivion came, he didn't fight it. He embraced it.

“You will be the new fist of HYDRA...”

The next time he woke, he was screaming; it wasn't enough to drown out the echoes of the little Swiss toad's insidious voice in his head. Why the fuck was he so cold?

“I told you not to put him back on ice!” That clipped voice, the lilting accent... Who was she, again? “He's a human being, for god's sake! He's not an ice cream cone!”

His teeth were chattering so hard his jaw ached as a blanket was thrown over him and tucked up under his chin. What was happening? Who were these people? Who was he? Everything was so foggy...

“Doctor Zola said-”

“Ugh. I'll deal with the good Doctor. Just... Get out of my sight, you wretch! Sergeant Barnes, are you alright?”

Barnes. Sergeant Barnes. “Three two,” he croaked automatically as memories slowly began to resurface. “Five five...”

“Shhh. Enough of that, soldier.” A soft, warm hand stroked his cheek and he smiled softly, leaning into it. “You're safe now.” There was a sharp hiss, and she whispered, “You're still so cold.”

A rustle of cloth made him open his eyes, and he was somewhat startled to see the pretty brunette hastily tugging off her clothes. “Um... Hey, now, you're lovely, Doll, but...”

She snorted, rolling her eyes. “Half frozen to death and your brain scrambled and what little mind you've got left is still in the gutter. Typical bloody man.”

“What-”

“You need body heat,” she snapped as, down to her underwear, she slid under the blanket with him and pressed in close with a shiver. “You haven't got any at the moment. So take mine.”

“Seems like you kinda need it.” He was pleased when that comment earned him a soft chuckle from her, and he brought his arm up to wrap around her. She was so warm...

“I'll survive.”

“Thank you.” I know her... How do I know her? Punky? No. Punk loved her. P... Pe... “Peggy.”

With her face pressed against his chest, he felt her soft smile, and a little warm glow inside when she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. “That's Agent Carter, thank you, Sergeant,” she teased.

Bucky managed an exhausted smile at that. It hurt; his lips were chapped from the cold, but he didn't care. It felt nice to smile, like he hadn't done it in years. “Right. Only Steve got to call you Peggy.”

They both went rigid at that, and Bucky winced as memories started to float back to him. Steve utterly failing to flirt with this woman, pining for her, talking about her, staring at that photo he stuck inside his compass... Steve...

“He's dead.” Howard's words, soft though they'd been when he spoke them, rang like a gong through his head.

“How...” He choked, shivering from more than the cold, and tried again. “How did he die?”

“Stubborn foolishness,” Peggy whispered, her voice just as choked with pain as his own.

Bucky nodded to himself, closing his eyes. That made sense.

“He saved the world.”

He smiled softly and held her just a bit tighter. That made sense, too. “Did you love him?”

She was silent for what felt like an eternity. At first, he thought she might refuse to answer, but then, so softly he almost didn't hear her, she murmured, “I always will.”

“Me, too.”

Another long silence stretched on, and then she told him, “You're all that's left in the world of him, Sergeant. The two of you were as close as any family...” She lifted her head and he glanced down at her, surprised to see how intensely her eyes shone; she was trying not to cry. “So you're forbidden to die, do you hear me? I won't allow it.”

“Then maybe you should turn up the heat in here a little,” he joked, trying to make them both smile, but failing miserably. “Feels like a morgue.”

“Yes, well...” She dropped her head back onto his chest. They were both shivering now; dimly, Bucky recalled that he hadn't been in the first few seconds after he woke, and that it was supposed to be a good sign that he was. “As long as a certain appendage doesn't suddenly get 'rigor mortis',” Peggy was saying, drawing his attention back to her, “I'm sure all will be well.”

The joke wasn't all that funny, but he was so surprised the prim and proper Englishwoman had made it that he laughed. With a rueful grin he shot back, “I'd have to find it first, Doll.”

That got a startled, tired giggle out of her, and then they both lapsed into a pensive silence.

[lukesxbitch]

The Masseuse

A/N: I wanted this. So I figured you’d want it too.

Words: 6k

Rating: NC-17

You tried rolling your neck to rid the discomfort caused by not only the lack of sleep, but the quality of it too. You need a new mattress, bad. The job you’re currently located at was not paying you enough for that. So it seems that you’re stuck with the discomfort for now.

You let out a groan when the tension didn’t ease up, now trying to dig the tips of your fingers into the muscles to calm them down. It did nothing. You sighed in exasperation as you threw your hands in your lap. It’s just something you have to deal with right now.

Standing up from your desk with a few papers in hand, you make your way to the photo copier to make a few copies that your boss had asked you to. “5853,” You mumble to yourself as you type your password in. You hear someone down the hall call your name, and turn your head to face them.

Groaning at the pain you almost forgot about, you once again bring up a hand to rub at your sore neck.

“You okay there, Y/N?” Calum asks once he finally made his way to you.

“I’m fine,” You grumble, a little annoyed at your lack attentiveness to your issue. “I just didn’t sleep too well, and my neck is giving me the consequences of that.”

“That bad?” He asks again.

“You have no idea.” You answer, once again groaning at the thought of dealing with this any longer.

“Uh, I- uh I have a friend who is actually a masseuse, I go to him sometimes when my muscles are giving me a tough time. He’s really good and it definitely doesn’t hurt that he gives me discounts.” He informs you, laughing at the end. You join him, but are ultimately intrigued.

“I don’t know, aren’t they usually expensive? I’m not sure about you, but this job doesn’t really give me that extra spending money.” You inquire, interested, but still a bit skeptical.

“That’s the thing! If you tell him I sent you, he’ll definitely give you a discount too. It’s so worth it Y/N.” Calum adds.

You think about it, almost seeing no reason to say no.

“Alright, if you can get me in, Calum, I’ll definitely go. Just let me know the time and place.” You agree finally. You’ve never been to a legitimate massage place, you were kind of excited for this.

“Sounds good, Y/N,” He smiles, turning to walk back down the hall. You see him stop in his tracks and come racing back to you, a bit sheepish, you might add. “I almost forgot what I came to talk to you about, did you finish the expense reports that were due?” Calum chuckles at his near mistake.

You hold the papers you just finished with in your hand, showing them to him.

“These?” You ask with a grin on your face. Calum nods with a small smile still on his face.

“Yeah I just had a few questions, can I ask you over our lunch?” He smiles, and you can immediately tell he hasn’t started them.

Sighing, you agree telling him to meet you at your desk in 5.

Calum, already down the hall, screams a thank you, as you just shake your head.

You sit back down at your desk waiting for Calum to show up, thinking about the friend he referred you to, excited at just the mere though of no longer having to deal with the pain in your neck.

~

Sitting at your table, with a glass of cheap wine you had in your cupboard, and the microwave meal in front of you, making you feel a bit healthier than just making ramen, you sigh, feeling that the tenderness in your muscles have not let up one bit.

“How bad did I sleep to do this, jesus.” You mumble, really annoyed it hadn’t gone away yet.

At the though of your neck, as if by coincidence, you hear your phone ding with the sound of a new text. You glance down at it on the table, seeing Calum’s name as the sender.

Picking it up, you unlock your phone and open your messages clicking on the conversation with Calum.

‘I talked to Luke, you’re all set for a massage with him tomorrow at noon’ It read.

‘Oh wow that was fast, thank you!! Do I just show up and tell them my name?’ You replied.

It was another minute or so before your phone dinged again.

‘Yeah that should be good, hope it goes well’

‘Thank you so much Calum, I owe you coffee for a week’

His reply came quicker this time.

‘Nah you’re good. You helped me with the expenses :)’

Laughing, you close your phone and finally relax a bit, finally knowing you’re going to get the relief you’ve been craving.

~

You woke up the next morning, glancing at the clock and seeing 10:30 flashing in bright red numbers. Thank god it was Saturday.

Sighing you roll out of bed, wincing as your head turns slightly.

“Fucking hell.” You groan. Why is it still so tender? Your arms reach up as you try to stretch your limbs, hearing a crack coming from your back. You relax a bit at the slight relief the crack brought.

You plant your feet on the ground and get up, padding over to you door that leads to your hallway. You were glad you had the weekend to relax, starting with the coffee you were about to make.

The coffee pot fills with water from your tap, until you pour it into the back of your coffee machine. Adding the coffee grounds, you turn the machine on, ready to wait.

You turn to your fridge, which was nearly empty, but you grab an apple that was kept in there. You lightly rinse it before taking a bite.

Your coffee was almost ready by the time you had eaten the apple to the core. You grab a mug from the cupboard and fill it with the fresh coffee.

Sipping it, feeling the warm liquid go down your throat, you sighed in contentment. You checked the clock again seeing 20 minutes had gone by since you woke up.

I should probably get ready, you thought to yourself.

Grabbing your coffee, you started down the hall again to your room. Taking a few more quick sips, you set it down and make your way to your closet.

Loose clothes, right? It crossed your mind when you remembered that this guy will most likely use oils with his massage.

You grabbed a pair of sweatpants, as well as a loose fitting t-shirt. Clothes you wouldn’t care for if they got stained by the oils.

Slipping them on, you grab your coffee again and chug what ever was left. You went into your bathroom to brush your teeth and do whatever else you felt was necessary.

About half an hour later you felt it was appropriate to leave, wanting to make sure you got there early, but not too early.

You grab a jacket, and leave your apartment, locking the door after you’ve closed it. You make your way to the stairs, taking them down to your car.

Hopping in, you turn it on and pull out of your spot, getting onto the road and heading to the place where Calum’s friend worked.

You parked the car and made your way inside the surprisingly very nice building. Yeah, you definitely couldn’t afford this if you didn’t have a discount. Thank god for Calum.

At the thought of the dark haired boy, you pull your phone out shooting him a quick text letting him know you’ve arrived, and that you’re very thankful.

You walk up to the desk where a very pretty lady sat, typing at a computer.

At the sound of your footsteps she looks up, immediately throwing a huge smile on her face. “Are you here for an appointment?” The words leave her mouth, in a very soothing voice.

“Y-yeah my friend Calum helped set me up.” You replied, a bit nervous. A small blush came to her cheeks at the mention of Calum.

“Ah yes, Calum. He comes in often. You must be Y/N,” She says while already grabbing a few forms and a clipboard with a pen attached to the top. “We just need you to fill this out, let us know any problem issues, or any allergies or skin conditions. Also, please sign at the bottom once you’re done.”

You took the clipboard from her hands, and went to sit in the chairs to fill it out. Your eyes scanned the paper noting that you had some tension in your neck/shoulder area. You added your lower back too, cause, why not.

Once you finished filling it out, you signed at the bottom, and stood to give her the information and clipboard back.

Her eyes scanned over the papers, a smile on her face. “Perfect, thank you Y/N, please sit, until Luke is ready for you.”

With a nod you did as she instructed, and made your way back to the seat you were at before.

No longer than 5 minutes later, you heard your name being softly called. Your eyes shot up and your breath almost caught in your throat at what you saw.

A tall man, with the most stunning baby blue eyes, a sharp jaw, only being shown off further by the slight beard he had growing. Full pink lips, that you could just imagine on your own. With hair that fell in golden curls around his head, broad shoulders that tapered off into narrow hips, accompanied by legs that went on for days. His body was covered in black slacks and a tight white shirt, doing everything to show the muscles he had beneath. You could’ve audibly moaned at the sight of this man, this god. You had never seen someone as ethereal as him before. You were quite honestly stunned.

You staring had caused a blush to form, starting at his neck and making its way onto his cheeks. God he was beautiful.

He cleared his throat and repeated your name, instantly causing you to blush yourself and rise to your feet. You grabbed your jacket you had temporarily taken off, and made your way towards the back rooms with him.

You trailed behind him, taking in the beauty that was this man. Why hadn’t Calum told you he was so attractive. He was by far the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

He eventually stopped at a door marked with a 4. He led you inside and quietly waited by then entrance as you placed your belongings on the floor.

He opened his mouth to speak, and god his voice only made him hotter, “I’m going to step out of the room so you can undress. I’m Luke by the way, I’m sure Calum mentioned that.”

“Yeah he did,” You smiled at him, confirming his thoughts. As Luke turned to walk out you mumbled under your breath, “he didn’t mention you’d be so damn cute, though.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

Your eyes widened as you stumbled over your words. “I-I didn’t say anything, sorry.” Your heart was racing.

Luke chuckled, but closed the door anyways. You started to remove your clothes, starting with your pants. You couldn’t remember if you were supposed to keep you underwear on or off, so you just took them off to be safe. Once you removed the rest of your clothes, you laid face down on the massage bed, laying the towel over your lower half. A few minutes passed before Luke knocked on the door.

“You’re good.” You called out, hoping he can hear even though your head was stuffed in a hole.

The door squeaked open, as Luke walked into the room.

“Alright, so it says here that you’ve been having neck and shoulder issues, as well as lower back?” He inquired while reading the paper you filled in earlier.

You let out a small ‘mhm’, finding it hard to talk in your position.

“Okay, sounds good, this should take about an hour, if anything doesn’t feel right let me know right away.” Luke concluded before starting the massage.

You couldn’t see him, but you could hear him. You heard the footsteps as he made his way closer to you, with a small cart rolling beside him. He picked up a bottle of oil, squirting some on his hand, before putting it back down. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up, the sound itself making you blush again. Luke brought his hands to the skin of your back, making you jump, even though he had warmed the oil up previously. Luke chuckled a bit under his breath.

“Sorry.” You spoke sheepishly.

“It’s alright, love.” It was just now you had noticed the hint of an Australian accent, can he get any hotter.

It got quiet again as he continued to work at your body, you can feel every stress fade away. He made his way to your biggest concern, your neck.

Luke’s hands applied the pressure where it was needed, but rubbed over the areas that didn’t. Oh my god, it felt so good, I could feel each muscle just melt, all tension just dripping away. A small moan left your mouth, due to the pleasure Luke was providing you. You felt his hands falter slightly at the sound, but almost immediately got back to work.

Not long after, your neck was feeling much better, his hands doing better than yours could’ve ever hoped to. His hands started to move lower, still applying that delicious pressure you’ve been receiving the whole time. The feel of his hands on your body has sparked something in you, a heat starting in your lower abdomen. His hands reached your lower back, relieving the slight pain you’ve been feeling there for years. A content sigh left your lips, in this moment you felt completely at bliss.

Luke’s hands, still working on your lower back, accidentally swipe under the towel laid over your bum. His brows furrow before he gasps quietly, realizing that you’re not wearing any underwear. You’d heard the gasp, but you weren’t quite sure why, so you ignored it. Little did you know, the only thing on Luke’s mind as he finished your massage, was that just underneath the towel you were completely bare.

You had similar thoughts on your mind, as his hands were rubbing your body, you could only think of them rubbing you somewhere else. The though alone ruined you, you knew you were soaked under the towel. You were just praying he wouldn’t notice. Or were you praying he would? You didn’t know. All you knew was that you needed to get home to take care of it.

Luke quickly finished up the rest of your massage in silence. Clasping his hands together as he finished.

“You are all good to go, Y/N. Thank you for coming here.” Luke said, as he smiled towards you. He quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.

The floor felt strange on your feet as you placed your weight back on them. Being pampered while lying down had shifted your gravity a bit. Wow he really threw you out of it.

You put your clothes back on and walked out of the room towards the front, getting your wallet out. You had a spring to your step you didn’t have before.

“Someone’s seems satisfied.” The receptionist you had spoke with earlier chimed.

“Yeah, I’ve never felt this good before. I don’t know what he did, or how he did it, but I’m amazed.” You replied with a smile on your face, that you couldn’t take off even if you tried.

“That’s great, Y/N! I’m glad we could help.” The smile on her face seeming so kind and genuine. You quickly paid and left the building, getting into your car.

Driving home, you just noticed that you were much happier, just more comfortable, singing the lyrics of the song on the radio as loud as you could.

~

The rest of the weekend flew by, not only due to your chipper mood, but it mainly consisted of you just hanging around your apartment watching movies.

Walking into work Monday, it seemed everyone could tell you were in a better mood. Typically you would walk straight to your desk, head down. Today however, your head was up, giving smiles and greetings to everyone you passed. The confused looks they gave you went completely over your head, your mood not allowing the slightest negativity.

You saw Calum on your way and you immediately stopped, turning towards him.

“Calum! Oh my god, Luke was so good you have no idea. I feel so much better than I ever have. I can’t believe it. I’m in a-” The words tumbled out of your mouth faster than you realized, causing Calum’s hands to shoot out to your shoulders.

“Woah, woah, slow down there. You wanna say that again?” He laughed.

“Okay,” You breathed. “Luke was amazing. I feel so much better than before, he’s so, so great. Wow.” You finished, letting out a breath at the end.

“You sure he just gave you a massage, Y/N?” He chuckled. A blush immediately coming up to your cheeks.

“Calum! Oh my god, just a massage, but you did not tell me he was going to be so fucking attractive, I damn near jumped his bones.”

“I’ll let him know.” He smirked, as you screeched out shocked.

“No, no, please don’t, please.” You pleaded, trying so hard to not let him embarrass you to the hottest guy in the world.

“Okay, okay, take it easy. I won’t. But I know what you mean, I always feel so great after one of his massages, it also doesn’t hurt that his receptionist is a total hottie.” Calum said, revealing his thoughts on the sweet lady you met a few days prior.

“How often do you go? I need to see him again.” You asked him, already planning a day that would work. Like tomorrow.

“I go usually 1-2 times a month, depending on how I’m feeling. Do you want me to set up another appointment for you?”

“Yes, please!” You thank him, turning to go to your desk to finally do some work.

~

It had continued like that for a few months, you getting a massage from Luke, and raving to Calum about it.

The massages as always, were amazing, any stress you had slipping away into nothing but content-ness. Yet there’s something there that you can’t quite put your finger on, a tension slightly sexual. Luke has made a point to swipe his hands underneath the towel every time he massaging your lower back, never failing to get you hot, and never failing to do nothing about it.

You figured he was too shy to do anything. You wished it’d change, but it didn’t.

You were due for another massage, your appointment being in about half an hour. You’ve been particularly sore lately, basically all over, but strangely, mainly your legs. You were still at work, actually, being too caught up to be able to stop at home and change your clothes. If these ones get stained so be it, you’re already running late as is. Grabbing your phone, purse, and keys, you ran out of work, getting into you car and heading to your favourite man on earth.

Arriving with 10 minutes to spare, you run in noticing Katie, the receptionist, behind her desk as per usual.

“Hey Katie, I’m so sorry I’m almost late, but I’m good to fill in the form, I’ll do it quick.” You rushed out obviously winded from your 30 second sprint.

“No worries Y/N, here’s the form, you know what to do.” She replied with a smile on her face. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen her without a smile. It suits her.

You did as you were told and sat down filling it out quick, noting that your legs were bugging you particularly, signing the bottom, and handing it back to Katie.

“Thanks Y/N, he’ll be right out.”

As if on queue, Luke strolled into the open area of the building, quickly glancing at you, before looking to Katie, just to do a quick double take back at you. You were not wearing the normal clothes you came in, no, not at all. You were wearing a tight black skirt, with an almost sheer dark green blouse tucked in, it complimented your eyes beautifully. Luke’s eyes racked up and down your body a few times, obviously shocked at how different, at how good you looked in professional clothing. He licked his lips, before softly biting the bottom one, so many thoughts coming to mind, just seeing the sleek heels you were wearing.

Smiling at him, you cleared your throat, like he did the first day you met, rising to your feet to follow him.

“Y-yeah, right this way Y/N.” Luke stuttered out, a bit embarrassed at his obvious ogling.

Yet, you followed him back to your usual room, doing the standard routine of taking off your clothes, even your underwear, as he stood outside.

Once you were ready and covered, Luke came in the room with the form you’d just filled out in his hands.

“So you mention your legs are bugging you recently? You haven’t said that before, what’s going on?” He asks quite professionally.

“Well, uh, they feel like they’re always flexed, I’m not sure. It just recently started happening. I was hoping you could help me out.” You answered, being a lot more comfortable to talk with him in here now. The past few months have definitely helped with that.

“For sure, Y/N, I’ll see what I can do.”

And he did. First starting with your back, because he was more familiar with the area, he quickly got through any sore areas you had. Not missing the little swipe of his hands under your towel. You wonder why he did that, but he knew what he was doing, it’s best not to ask. Besides, you loved the feel of his hands on you, so you really couldn’t complain.

Next, came your legs, which was new for you. Luke started at the bottom, working into your ankles and calves, immediately solving your issue.

“I think the muscles were just tense, felt as if they were constantly flexed. It’s different for your legs since you’re always on them. Also maybe you need a bit more potassium.” He sounded so smart when he spoke, fuck it turned you on.

Just Luke’s hands on your legs itself was completely different than your back, it felt like he was teasing you, just gently caressing your leg before he moves between your legs to claim what’s his.

Oh, god, you thought to yourself. You have to get it together.

But, as soon as his hands started moving upward, you couldn’t help it. The tender area of your thighs craved his touch. They were begging for it.

A certain area around your mid thigh, had been particularly tender though. Causing you to flinch when Luke touched it.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, obviously worried.

“Yeah, Luke, I’m good. Just was a bit tender, maybe just move past it.” You told him, getting an idea in your head.

“Okay, just let me know where it feels okay, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Of course, Luke.” You said, innocence coating your voice. Your thoughts were anything but.

Luke brought his hands back to your leg slightly above the area that you found tender.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly.

“It still hurts a bit, can you go higher?” You reply.

He doesn’t say anything, but you feel his hands raise, getting closer and closer to your core.

“Here?” He asks again.

“Higher please.” No response, but you feel his hands moving up your leg. Your heart is beating so loud, you wonder if he can hear it.

“How about here?” His voice changes a bit, losing the professional tone, and developing something a little bit huskier.

“I’m sorry, Luke, it’s still a bit sore can you go a bit higher?” You ask even though his hands are so close to your pussy, you wouldn’t be surprised if he can feel the heat pulsing from it.

“You got it, Y/N.” He answers for once, his voice low and dripping with arousal.

Before you can question it, his hands in between your legs, swiping at your folds. He immediately starts pressing tight circles into your clit, using your arousal as lubricant. A moan ripping out of your throat at the sudden touch. Luke’s fingers sped up at the sound.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this why you wear no panties every fucking time? You’ve just been praying for me to play with your pussy, huh?” His lips are by your ear spitting these filthy words into them. “Y/N you’re fucking dripping, is it always like this?” You nod your head unable to answer vocally from the pleasure he’s giving to you.

Luke’s hands find your jaw and he life your head to look him in the eyes, “Answer me.” He demands. You don’t need to be told twice.

“Yes, Luke,” You cry out. “anytime your hands are on me, I’m soaked. I normally go home and deal with it there.” You found the words hard to say, having to moan a few times in between.

The thought of you touching yourself wrecks Luke. He groans into your ear, again. The sounds just making you wetter. He flips you onto your back and suddenly his presence is gone from your side, he dropped to his knees, hiking your legs on his shoulders. Luke’s eyes are fixed on your wet pussy, taking in the sight.

With a growl he dives in, giving a long flat lick on the length of your core, flicking the tip of his tongue once it reached your clit. You cry out, the sight, the pleasure being too much. Your hand finds his hair and you give a tug when he flicks his tongue again. He groans into your pussy at the feeling, making you moan with the vibrations.

Luke suddenly takes your clit into his mouth, sucking hard. You want to scream but the sound doesn’t even make it out, your mouth just dropped open, with your eyes shut tight.

You feel him give it a few more sucks, before he zigzags his tongue down towards your hole. You’re practically gasping for air at this point, your body not being used to receiving so much pleasure.

He straightens his tongue and pushes it inside thrusting it a few times. This time a moan leaves your lips, and it’s long and loud. Luke’s eyes snap up to yours, drinking in the sight of you naked, looking absolutely fucked out.

“You like that baby? Like my tongue in your pussy?” He coos with his mouth still pressed against your slit.

You can feel yourself growing close, the constant working of his tongue on you making your orgasm approach way faster than usual. His mouth attaches to your clit again giving the long hard sucks that have been driving you crazy. Luke’s hand makes its way to just above your mound and stretches his fingers till his thumb rests above your clit, and slowly pulls his thumb up, exposing your clit even more. You explode with pleasure, never feeling anything like this before, and when he grazes his teeth against your now exposed clit, your entire body freezes and you feel your orgasm hit you like a train. It starts in your toes sending shocks throughout your whole body, you could do nothing but whimper, and moan Luke’s name as your world was being changed.

As it started to die down, and it just felt really sensitive you had to pull Luke up to you, or else he wouldn’t have stopped. You latched your mouth onto his, not caring about the taste of you on his lips as you still tried to catch your breath.

Luke’s hand travelled to the back of your neck grasping you and pulling you in, demanding the kiss.

You pull apart for a second to gasp out, “Fuck, Luke, how the fuck can you do that?”

He just smirks at you and whispers in your ear, “my hands aren’t my only talent.”

You wasted no time taking his face in your hands and reconnecting your lips, finally getting to feel his lips, when they’re all you’ve been dreaming about for months now. He wasted no time bringing his tongue out and darting it across your bottom lip, you immediately open you mouth letting his tongue in, as he dominates your mouth, claiming it as his. You fought little for dominance, but he easily overpowered you and devoured the kisses you were giving him.

You had just now realize you were fully naked, while Luke was still fully clothed. You tugged at the bottom of his white shirt itching to get it off.

He realized what you were trying to do and pulled apart for only a second to rip it off and immediately take your face back in his hands and continue to give you the most dominating kiss you’ve ever experienced. Your hands trailed down to the waist of his jeans, wasting no time unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. Luke surprisingly shook out of the pants without parting from you. Finally he took his lips off yours, just to trail them down your jaw to the side of your neck. He gave you open mouth hot kisses, before finding the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, and began to sink his teeth into your skin.

Your head rolled back so you were looking at the ceiling, trying to fathom how, shy, reserved Luke, was talking to you how he was, much less doing the things he was doing to you.

Once satisfied with his mark, Luke licked over the hickey and stepped back from you.

He looked you up and down with his dark eyes, breathing in heavily, taking you in.

Your eyes had trailed down his body, perfectly lean, and his dick, covered by his boxers, but it was begging to get out. You can see him straining against the material. Your mouth was watering at the sight.

Luke saw the look in your eyes and brought his hand to his waistband pulling them down with no hesitation.

Your jaw dropped, the view being too much.

“I wanna taste.” You begged, dying to have him in your mouth.

“No, I’m gonna cum too fast if you do that, I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, I’m gonna savour it.” Luke spoke, eyes fixed on the place between your legs.

“Fuck me, please.” You blurted out. Shocking both Luke and yourself.

“You’re so polite.” He spit out, mocking you, but you didn’t care. You needed him inside of you.

You grab his shoulders and pull him closer, your legs opening to fit him in. His tip brushed at your pussy, making you gasp.

Luke chuckled darkly, grasping his length and guiding it to your entrance. “You ready, love?”

“Yes, please, yes.” You pathetically begged, you don’t know what you’ll do if you don’t feel him inside of you soon.

Luckily, you don’t have to wait much longer. Luke lightly rubbed his cock up and down your slit coating himself in your arousal, before easily sliding inside of you.

The moans the 2 of you let out were in perfect harmony. Once fully in Luke gave you a second to adjust before pulling out nearly all the way and sliding himself back in.

“Oh my god, Luke, fuck.” You moaned out.

“Yeah, you’re taking my cock so well, love, so fucking well.” He choked out, the pleasure filling him just like he was filling you.

He wasted no time in setting a proper pace, pistoning his hips into yours again and again, filling you so deliciously with his thick cock. Luke grabbed one of your legs and threw it over his waist, the angle change causing a moan to rip out of your throat, the sounds music to his ears. He pumped himself in hard and fast, holding your hips like his life counted on it. You hoped there were bruises left, you need to have something to remember this by, something to prove it wasn’t all a dream.

His cock was constantly hitting your g-spot, giving you no chance of leaving here without coming twice.

Suddenly he pulled out.

“Get up, and turn around.” He demanded, giving you no room to argue, not that you’d want to.

You quickly rose to your feet, and turned around, placing your hands, and laying on the massage table. You felt Luke press against the back of your legs before you felt his cock at your entrance again, he slid in once again, though this time not giving any time to adjust. You didn’t want it anyways.

Luke once again set a quick pace, leaving you breathless. You needed his dick inside of you at all times, he felt too fucking good.

You felt his hand slide up your back and grab your shoulder for leverage. Just the feeling of his hand on you caused another moan to leave your mouth.

“Fuck, I need you closer to me.” He spoke between grunts before you felt the hand on your should travel to your stomach to pull you up, so your back was against his chest.

“You’re so fucking deep.” You whimpered out, not believing how deep you can feel him.

His thrusts started back up and you nearly blacked out at the feel of it, every thrust was a constant jab at your g-spot, bringing your second orgasm of the night closer and closer.

“Oh my Y/N, fuck you feel so good wrapped around me, I can feel you fucking clenching fuck,” He growled after a particularly hard thrust had you clamp down on him. Your head was going dizzy from the pleasure, “you gonna come? Gonna come all over my cock?”

You can hear the taunt in his voice but you couldn’t do anything but moan, or scream his name, and a few hard thrusts later, all of which hitting your g-spot with a force that had you shaking, your orgasm had hit you. Full fucking force. You screamed his name out and clenched so tight around him, he almost couldn’t move, ripping the orgasm out of Luke.

“Yes Y/N, just like that, fuck, oh my, fuck, yes.” He moaned.

His thrusts sloppy, he milked both of your orgasms, until you couldn’t take it. Luke pulled his softening cock out of you, and moved to grab a few tissues to help clean you up.

After wiping up the mess he helped you get dressed, both of you not saying anything quite yet.

The silence only lasted a few moments longer before Luke opened his mouth, “Holy shit.”

“I agree. Holy shit.” You added.

You both looked at each other and a few giggles escaped you, as he questioningly looked at you, joining you not long after. The two of you just enjoyed the afterglow of your mind shattering orgasms, and you just enjoyed each other. Knowing this was the start of something wonderful.

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Jonsa S7 Summer Challenge Day 2: Nature

Summary: Jon and Sansa are neighbors in the same apartment building who’ve grown closer over the past several months, and they’re in a relationship now. Jon’s a veteran with PTSD, so Sansa’s found a park they can go to that doesn’t allow fireworks. Sansa’s friends Margaery and Jeyne are along for the camping trip. and Jon thinks Margaery’s up to something. She is, but he’s wrong about her motivations.

Part 1 and Part 2 here.

***

Sansa squeezed Jon’s hand before they got in the car.

"I’m really happy we’re going, Jon. We can always leave, if–“

If the fireworks are too much.

“I know, sweet girl.” In truth, Jon felt better about this holiday than he had in a long time. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone anywhere for July 4th.

Anywhere apart from….best not to think about the ghosts in his apartment.

Sansa clucked her tongue. “Do we have everything? I hope we have everything. I know we checked twice, but–“

Jon put his hand on her waist. “We do. I’d bet money on it. A girl who used to organize a five-kid camping trip and a guy who knows how to pack on short notice for long trips? I think we’re okay.”

“But what if we–“

Jon kissed her nose. He could see the blue string of her bikini tied around her neck. She was wearing a short yellow sundress, and he felt completely outclassed. Talk about not boxing your weight.

“Well, we know we have the tent, because it’s strapped to the top of the car.”

They’d brought Sansa’s four-person tent for the two of them. The only tent Jon had slept one and a half people, and that would be assuming way too much on this trip.  

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“I know you have your wallet because I’ve seen you take it out of your purse four times, and I know mine’s in my back pocket. We’ve got the car keys, because the door’s unlocked.”

Sansa was smiling at him now. “And anything else we forgot, we can pick up on the way. Okay, but don’t blame me if we’re stuck without a lantern at night.”

“It’s on the left side of the trunk behind the cooler,” Jon said automatically.

Sansa laughed. “Fine, let’s go. I’m hoping we can get there before Margaery and Jeyne. There may still be a few good spots left, and I want us to get one of them.”

They’d made these arrangements last minute. Oberyn, Margaery’s boyfriend, couldn’t make it. Jeyne had stepped in. Jeyne had gone camping with the Stark family since she was ten years old. Margaery had been on more than a few Stark camping trips too, back when she was dating Sansa’s older brother, Robb. 

Jon was learning there was a history of competition between the three friends when they camped.

And it started early, based on the gleam in Sansa’s eye.

“Get ready Jon.  A minimum of pit stops, five miles above the speed limit–“

“Five?” Jon widened his eyes in exaggerated shock.

Sansa considered. “Ten then. Ten should be fine, we still shouldn’t get pulled over–“

Jon couldn’t help himself, he kissed her, being careful not to take it too far. Jon had noticed, maybe even before Sansa did, that Sansa tensed up when he did more than kiss her. He’d slid his hands under her shirt, once, and she’d trembled, even though she'd told him it was okay. She'd looked relieved and disappointed when he'd said they could wait. There seemed to be a point past which she didn’t want to go, when it came to being physically close. 

This morning, Sansa sighed into his mouth before pulling back. “What was that for?” Her eyes were a little glazed.

“How competitive you are. I love it.”

“Really? Most guys can’t stand it.”

Jon shrugged. “Most guys are idiots.”

“You’re not wrong. Let’s go. Traffic to beat.”

Plus Margaery and Jeyne, Jon thought.

***

They did, in fact, get there first, but just barely. Margaery flagged them down in the parking lot as they were walking to the campground.

“Doesn’t count Marg, we still beat you,” Sansa called out over her shoulder.

Margaery and Jeyne caught up with them on the sandy path approaching the woods. Margaery put her hand on Jon’s arm.

“Jon, it’s lovely to see you again.”

“Um, yeah. You too.” Jon took Sansa’s hand.

Jon had met Sansa's two friends a few times since he came back from vacation. Margaery hosted game nights at her house. That was the very first look Jon had gotten at Sansa’s competitive streak.

Jon tended to give Margaery a wide berth. She was beautiful, but he noted that down the same way he kept track of what color the sky was. Not that relevant. She also seemed a bit – predatory, to Jon. He was used to being hit on, but his “stoic and sullen exterior” as Sam put it, usually got rid of most girls in five minutes.

Margaery got too close for his comfort. And he couldn’t just ignore her, because she was Sansa’s best friend.

This whole social life thing was more complicated that he’d expected.

Jon got along with Jeyne better. She was quiet, but smart. Very smart. She and Sansa went neck and neck at Trivial Pursuit two weeks ago.

Sansa won, of course.

Jeyne adjusted her straw hat against the sun. “Our best bet’s probably the back of the park.”

Margaery hooked her arm into Jeyne’s.  “Lead the way, my dear.”

***

In the end there were only two campsites left, and they weren’t close together. Margaery and Jeyne would be almost ten lots over. Sansa called the site with the biggest fire pit, on account of winning the first race. They split up, and agreed to meet at the beach in half an hour.

Jon got to work. By the time Sansa had unloaded half the trunk, he had the tent set up. Didn’t seem like they’d need much mosquito netting – he’d only seen a few bugs buzzing around the trees.

He unrolled the sleeping bags and placed them carefully apart inside.

Plenty of distance between them. No implication there. Which was how he wanted it. They’d been together for two months, but Jon was willing to wait two years, if that’s what it took to make Sansa comfortable.

Hell, he’d sleep outside if it made her feel better.

Sansa came over and walked around the tent. “Wow. Can I keep you?”

Jon was perplexed. “Um, yes?”

Sansa shrugged. “Just used to doing most of this myself. The set-up part.”

“Don’t you have an older brother?”

“Yep, an older brother who used every summer as an excuse to flex for the girls nearby. At least after he turned fourteen.”

“Making camp and breaking it – one of the few benefits I offer.”

Sansa kissed him on the cheek. “More than a few, Jon. I packed up the coolers. Let’s go meet Marg and Jeyne?”

Part of Jon wanted to stay at this campsite with Sansa, just the two of them. But that wasn’t why they’d come, and it wasn’t what Sansa was hoping for. So he grabbed a cooler and they made their way down to the beachfront.

The beach was flanked by two stone bluffs, set like large stepping stones all the way down to the dark blue water of the lake. There were pine trees that transitioned to oaks and beeches closer to the water’s edge.

A canoe rental shop bedecked with fake Hawaiian grass stood off to the right, and a pier jutted out behind it. An official looking green sign from the park service made it clear there was No Diving and No Fishing without a Permit.

No worries there, Jon thought, remembering how Sansa had cried when she’d talked to Rickon over the phone about Finding Nemo.

There were striped blankets up and down the sand, but Margaery spied a good spot off to the left.  Floating pool chairs dotted the lake, and some kids were playing volleyball with a net a few feet out into the water.

After a few quick minutes setting up their blankets, they took a poll and figured out canoeing was the first thing they wanted to try.

“I’ll go get the boats,” Jon said.

Sansa tugged off her sundress, leaving her wearing only her navy blue bikini with white polka dots.

Margaery whistled. “Damn, Sansa, you look good enough to eat. With that red hair, you’re like your own Fourth of July party cake.”

Sansa merely shrugged, and rummaged in her bag for the sunblock. She started pouring it on. Jon had laughed when Sansa had told him before they left that she went through a bottle a day. She’d told him it was the only way to keep skin as pale as hers from burning.

She really did have beautiful alabaster skin, and her bikini didn’t leave much of it to the imagination. Jon was having a difficult time not staring at her.

“Aren’t you going to help her, Jon?” Margaery practically purred. Sansa was applying the cream to her neck now.

Sansa went still. Fear. Jon hung back and stayed where he was.

Sansa cleared her throat. “Jeyne, can you help me?”

Jeyne was by Sansa’s side in a flash. She pulled her brown hair back in a ponytail and got to work on Sansa’s back.

“Right then.” Jon started heading down the beach.

“Hurry back, handsome prince,” Margaery hollered after him. “Three lovely ladies, all alone on the beach, without their bodyguard, who knows what we’ll get up to!” Jon saw Sansa beckon Margaery over, but the sounds of kids calling back and forth drowned out what she said.

Margaery was getting on his nerves. She seemed ready to talk about sex at every opportunity. Or at least insinuate it.

The guy at the boat shop didn’t help either. He shifted his considerable bulk to get the forms and squinted at Jon from under his ball cap.

“Just remember, two hours maximum, or I gotta fine you.”

Jon nodded.

“Hey, you with them? The three babes?”

Jon didn’t look up as he wrote.

“C’mon man, how’d you pull it off? You got one tent for all four of you?”

“I’m with her,” Jon said shortly, and shoved the clipboard back into the guy’s beefy hand. He hadn’t said Sansa’s name, hadn’t even glanced back, but the guy seemed to get the drift.

“Okay, okay, buddy, easy, one-woman man, got it, what are you gonna do, shoot me?” He ambled off to the back of the store to get the paddles and Jon thought he heard him murmur “Christ, looks like he’s gonna shoot me, anyway,” as he stacked them in his arms.

Jon waved the three of them down and soon he and Sansa were in one canoe and Margaery and Jeyne were in another.

“Race you!” Margaery shouted, as Jeyne climbed in. 

“Sansa do you–“ Jon looked  back, and saw the fire in her eyes. It momentarily overwhelmed his dizziness at the sight of her in her bikini.

Momentarily.

“She is not winning Jon. No way. I don’t care that she and Jeyne did crew in college. Let me steer. I’m the canoe racing champion of Starved Rock, Illinois. If I can beat Robb and his buddies we can beat these two.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jon said, and he was pretty sure he was grinning as widely as she was.

They made it about halfway up the lake in the canoes and back, with Sansa and Jon in the lead the whole way. Jon heard taunts from Sansa and Margaery that would have made his army friends blush.

While Sansa was still crowing, both boats hit a submerged log. There had been no hint of it before – Sansa and Jeyne were each pros at navigating around the buoys in the lake that signaled “rocks ahead.”

All four of them went over. It took a good half-hour to right the boats, track down the paddles (thankfully they’d lodged on the bank of the lake) and get everyone back in.

Jon was surprised to hear Sansa shriek as she slipped on the wet bottom of the boat and almost went over again. He caught her, holding her steady. He was very, very aware of just how much bare skin he was touching.

“All right?” There it was again, the tension in her body. He couldn’t let go, like he usually did, because he wasn’t sure if she had her footing back yet.

“I am now.” She smiled. Her red hair was dark and plastered to her skin. She leaned in to kiss him.

“Oh for god’s sake, can we go back now? There’s a whole tent for you two to make out in, you know.” Margaery and Jeyne were back in their boat. Margaery’s arms were crossed and she did not look pleased to be drenched.

Jeyne smirked, showing a little tooth for the first time that day. “Just because you couldn’t convince Oberyn to come doesn’t mean those two can’t have a little fun, Marg.”

Margaery let out something suspiciously close to a hmmph before picking up her paddle again.

By the time all four of them paddled back, the sun was pretty low in the sky. They’d been out in the boats longer than their allotted time, but Margaery told them to leave that to her.

Which still meant Sansa, Jeyne and Jon had to haul the canoes ashore. The metal was hot enough to burn his hand. He got ready to wince and bear it.

“Here.” Sansa threw him and Jeyne a towel. “Use these.”

“You are such a mama bear,” Jeyne said with affection.

They heaved and finally both boats were safely on the beach.

Jeyne brushed her hair out of her eyes and found Margaery.”Yep, I think we’re going to be fine, folks.”

Margaery was leaning over the counter of the hut. She had plenty of cleavage in her green bikini, and the guy was getting an eyeful. By the way his mouth was hanging open, Jon suspected Jeyne was right. The guy would probably hand over the keys to the store if Margaery asked.

“All set!” Margaery chirped on her way back. “I’m starving, let’s go eat.”  

They made their way back to their blankets and dried off. Jeyne brushed sand off the cooler and set out sandwiches.  She took drink orders and tossed Margaery and Sansa a beer. Jon took a water bottle and so did Jeyne.

Sansa spread out her beach towel after they were done eating. “I don’t know about the rest of you but I’m going lie here like a lump and soak up the sun.”

Margaery wiped her hands on a napkin. “C’mon, Sansa, one game first. Cards?”

“No,” Sansa said quickly, and Jon hid his smile. Sansa wasn't the best cards player.

He pulled out his own towel and lay down next to Sansa. She opened one eye to look at him.

“Hey.”

Some of her hair had pulled free from her braid and was hanging in wisps around her face. Jon could tell her freckles were more prominent even after a few hours in the sun. Jon recalled what Margaery had said. Sansa did look delectable, lying on her stomach, with just two strings holding up her bikini top.

He realized it had been a long time since she'd spoken. He blinked, and smiled at her. 

“Hey.”

“I actually am going to sleep, you know.”

“Sounds great to me.” Jon yawned. It did. He was pleasantly tired. His muscles were sore, but in the good way. With the seagulls calling overhead, he could almost pretend he was at the ocean.

Sansa reached for his hand. He took it, and soon he’d dozed off.

When the first fireworks went off, a long ways away, Sansa’s eyes flew open.

Jon had tensed. But he’d known there would be explosions like this, even in a park specifically designed to be as far away from fireworks as possible.

Sansa squeezed his hand.

“I’m fine, Sansa. I’m all right.”

And he was. He’d be jumpy, but he’d dealt with that before. The occasional, distant noise was so much better than being in the middle of a city with pyrotechnics in each backyard.

“Really?”

“Really.” He ran his thumb over the back of her hand, and soon she was asleep again.