#don't read this at work

[sullustangin]

2 Chapters uploaded: "Full Disclosure" and "Landing Safely"

This fic has now made the jump from T to E for a rating. CW at the top of the chapters. Please don't get busted reading this at work.

Quick quote:

“No new scars, I hope?”  Eva extracted herself from beneath him to continue to climb up his chest, led by her mouth. 

“No,” Theron said firmly before making an unintelligible noise.  Eva saw his eyebrows shoot up toward his hairline as he heard his belt click open and then get tossed to the side.  “Stars, Eva.”

“It’s been five years for me, too,” she said innocently as she did not-so-innocent things to his chest and collarbone.

“You can’t remember Lana’s last name, but you remember how to undo my belt.”

“I have priorities.”    

[softquietsteadylove]

Okay, we need to know what happened after the mission on the Spy AU👀👀👀👀 where's the round two with some you know, if you know what I am thinkin'👀

"Hey."

"Hey," Thena greeted him in turn as she shut the door to the garage. It was the only part of the house that didn't have security cameras mounted at all entrances and exits. There was one within the manor and one outside on the pavement, but nothing to witness them getting into the same car together.

They had passed the rest of the night - the rest of the mission - successfully. She had completed the data transfer and collected what other specimens and evidence she could. Gil had completed his part of the mission, letting himself be 'fired' from his position. He had been waiting for her.

Neither of them had thought about the kiss. At all.

"We get what we needed?" Gil asked, fiddling with the bow-tie he had undone while waiting for her.

"Yep, all the evidence we need to bring him up on his peddling, his embezzlement, his illegal trades," Thena listed off, still in work-mode. She pulled her earpiece out of her ear, moving her jaw as the usual dull ache of freedom travelled through her head. She looked over at her partner. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Gil nodded, pursed his lips. He fiddled with the cuff of where he'd rolled his sleeves up. He looked up at her, "you?"

"Yeah," she nodded, looking down at the skirt of her fancy party dress. She reached up to her inner thigh to remove her concealed knife. Gil muttered something; she didn't catch it. "What?"

"Hm?" he blinked, picking a stray thread from his trousers. "I didn't..."

"Oh," Thena mumbled back, unstrapping the holster of the knife from her skin and pulling it out of the slit of her dress. She felt as on edge as she had in that coat closet when they were on the brink of having their cover blown. Maybe more so.

They weren't supposed to ever cross that line--that very definite edge from which there was no coming back. They were partners, and they had always been close! They were Thena and Gil.

So what if they had kissed? So what if they had needed to kiss for the mission? Sometimes covers had to be maintained. So what if her senses had come alive when Gil kissed her?--in a way she had never experienced in her life and all her years as a spy? So what if she had clung to him as if she were in pain and he was the only cure? So what if that moan she had let out had been ripped from somewhere much deeper within her than the need to save the mission?

"Come on."

"What?"

"I said come on," Gil repeated, clearing his throat and leaning off the car. He had his own set of keys to it, he could have sat in the car and waited. But he had been too nervous to sit still. "Talk to me."

Thena let her eyes avoid his, tossing her holster onto the hood of the car behind him. "About what?"

"Thena," he looked at her, and it said for more than she really wanted it to. He raised a brow at her, "can't fool me, Ghost."

No, she couldn't, could she? They knew each other too well, worked too well--too closely. And now their tongues had been in each other's mouths.

Thena looked down at the sparkling and expensive - borderline gaudy, really - heels on her feet. "You're a surprisingly good kisser."

"What do you mean surprisingly?"

Thena laughed. Gil was always good at making her laugh. She looked up at him, but then she looked down again. He looked different than he did before, which was quite impossible. Maybe it was the uncombed hair, or the undone bowtie, or the vest over a shirt that really was too tight for him. It was the sleeves rolled up, showing off the muscles in his forearms. "I wouldn't exactly have prior evidence to go off of."

"Guess not," he shrugged his massive shoulders, stepping closer to her until they were breathing the same air. "Which isn't fair, since I've had to watch you kiss suspects before."

Thena met his eyes - the challenge - evenly. "To transfer toxins, Gil. And they were all terrible."

"So how do I compare?"

"I just told you."

"Tell me again."

Thena let go of the last of her breath, her shoulders caving in as she did, her resistance to him slipping through her fingers. "Make me."

Gil pulled her to him, so solidly they collided. He was hard, but also soft, and cold, but also warm. It was the garage that was cold--Gil was all heat as he kissed her.

Thena moaned - again - as their lips moved together, tongues barely having to meet before starting an indescribable choreography between them. Her arm looped up around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, just like on missions, like on the days after when they were tired, like when they were reuniting after a mission apart and had simply missed the other's company.

Gil picked her up off her feet and spun them. His knuckles hit the car they were sharing as he pressed them up against it. Thena arched her back, pushing herself closer to him. He groaned. "Don't."

"Don't what?" she gasped as his fingers slid down the slope of her spine. It was easy for them to slip under the loose back of the dress.

"Don't be a tease, Ghost," he growled, grinding his hips against hers so she would know what she was doing to him.

Oh. Oh, she knew. She rolled her hips against his as well. Agents had secrets to keep, but partners knew just about everything about each other. This was one of the few things about Gil she hadn't known about before.

"Awfully-" Thena bit her lip as Gil moved to her neck, scraping his teeth over her skin before he would kiss along the same line to soothe it, "talkative."

"Then let me put my mouth to better use."

Thena let out a completely new sound as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto the hood of the car. He was between her legs in an instant. For a man of his size, he really could move fast when he wanted to.

Gil held her thighs apart as she writhed against him. He pulled the sheer thong off with his teeth until he could slip it off her ankle and into his pocket. "Do you wear these when you're in your mission suit?"

Thena glared down at him. "I thought you were putting that mouth to better use."

Gil shrugged, and then had the audacity to smirk at her. He was having way too much fun in his position. "How am I supposed to work knowing that from now on?"

Thena had no time to tell him that he simply would, because it was their job. She bit down on her finger as Gil returned to his new mission. And dammit, he was good.

Gil listened to her whine and whimper as his tongue moved. He knew Thena--better than anyone, maybe including herself. He knew what every move and wiggle and hitch of breath and new sound meant. And there were a lot of sounds from her he had never heard before tonight.

"Gil," Thena gasped, her hands moving down. Maybe she had thought to push him away (because they were supposed to be leaving so they could report back). But all they ended up doing was threading through his hair as her hips moved against him. Everything ached, but it was so, so good. "Gil, there, there!--don't stop."

Fuck.

Gil hooked his arms under her knees, pulling and holding her close, especially as her orgasm washed over her. Her whole body trembled, and it reminded him of the times when they would have missions in colder climates and Thena couldn't get warm for the life of her. He held her to him until the shaking subsided, then only moving so he could lean over her and kiss her properly.

Thena moaned against his lips. She could taste herself on him, which led to several feelings she had never felt before. She gripped the front of that stupid vest as he pulled her upright with him, his hands still pawing at her back. She was panting and gasping for breath as if she'd fought an army single handed.

Gil was also out of breath, looking at her, measuring every detail he could to assess how she was feeling. Both their pupils were blown, skin flushed a vibrant red. Gil was particularly red in the ears as he contemplated being enough of a dork to ask 'how was it?' after what they had just done. After the line they had just crossed.

Thena looked down at his lips, and he granted her wish, leaning in for another kiss. It was a bit softer, a bit sweeter, which she would deny asking for if he were to put it into words. But he wouldn't, because he knew her better than that. "What about you?"

"What about me?" Gil grinned, making Thena roll her eyes at him like how she did when she had to listen to him flirt with targets. "I'm havin' a damn good time, I'll have you know."

"I meant," Thena held his eyes, sliding her hand down the front of his pants and feeling that hot, hard length still begging for attention. "What about this?"

"I'm easy," Gil whispered as Thena tucked herself into his side, kissing down his neck as he had done for her. Her hand tugged his shirt out of his belt. The clank of his belt buckle sent shivers down his spine. This was exactly why he hadn't sat down to wait for her. "If you're good, I'm good."

"Hm, my sweet Gil," Thena purred against his adam's apple, thoroughly loosened from the work he had just put in for her. He seemed ready to collapse to his knees already. "Let me make it better."

"Thena," he groaned, burying his bright red face in her shoulder as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking his skin with a velvety soft touch. "Don't."

"Don't what?" she breathed in his ear as she continued stroking, occasionally letting her thumb swipe around the tip.

Gil shuddered as she bit at his earlobe lightly. "Don't tease me when I'm this fuckin' close."

"You can be as closed as you want to be," she encouraged.

Gil stumbled back as Thena stood from the hood of the car, kneeling in front of him and running her tongue along him. He squeezed his eyes shut. If he got a good look at her, here, like this, he would never sleep again. "Fuck!"

Thena took him in her mouth as he came, his hips bucking against her hands. She sighed through her nose, letting him come down from it gently. Her tongue parted ways with him, swiping up the last of their evidence.

Gil braced himself against the roof of the car, leaning close and all but draping himself over her as he kissed her again. This time it was her that tasted different.

Thena also remained close, both of them panting like animals as they tried to regain their bearings. Their noses brushed a few times as their heads swayed, asking for another kiss for every other breath they took. Which inevitably led to needing even more air.

"Fuck," Gil cursed, reaching into his pocket for the regular old burner phone he had. It was just suspicious if they didn't have cell phones at all on a mission. "What?"

"Geez, you okay, Gil?" Phastos asked on his end. "You guys said you were in the clear, what happened?"

"Nothing," he swallowed, trying not to sound like he was heaving for breath for unsavoury reasons. He looked at Thena, who had a hand over her mouth to keep from being picked up in the phone. "Just...didn't anticipate some guard dogs. Scared the shit outta me."

"Okay, well, are you coming back or not?--'cause you're-"

"I know, I know," Gil snapped again, and already was thinking about how to apologise to the unsuspecting lab tech later. "Sorry, I'm just...worried about Thena. I'm sure she'll be done any time now."

"Don't worry about her, Gil. Thena's not afraid to get her hands a little dirty if she needs to."

Gil winked at his partner, whose skin turned a vivid red. He cleared his throat to cover the sound of her slapping him on the arm (hard). "You're right, man. We'll be back within the hour. Over and out."

Both spies waited to the count of five before letting out a breath of relief.

Gil looked at Thena, again trying to gauge how she felt after...things. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she smiled, letting him lean in for yet another little kiss. She laughed faintly as he touched the tip of his nose to hers on the way back. "You?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, finally - after all that! - unlocking the car. He held her hand, opening the door for her and everything.

[maeamian]

If you saw me agreeing with being annoyed about wasted helium in a fictional context and were like "I bet she has some more helium based anger in her life" good news LAPD fucked up a raid on a medical facility they thought was a pot farm and flat out ruined thousands of gallons of the stuff.

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[sabertoothwalrus]

does science experiments on you (homoerotically)

[hunxi-after-hours]

"If rest becomes a form of recovery from work, as is the case today, it loses its specific ontological value. It no longer represents an independent, higher form of existence and degenerates into a derivative of work. Today's compulsion of production perpetuates work and thus eliminates that sacred silence. Life becomes entirely profane, desecrated."

—Han Byung-Chul, The Disappearance of Rituals (trans. Daniel Steuer)

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[killlerfang1]

The Puerto Rican flag showing up when Rio snaps at Miles for getting a B in Spanish is such a fun little example of the incredible attention to detail in this movie

[fairandfatalasfair]

I've seen a few fics where Charles is dyslexic, and while I'm not wedded to it, I do kind of like that headcanon.

In which case, I do think that Edwin has noticed on some subconscious level that if he describes his books to Charles by shape, colour, and location, rather than just title, that Charles is more likely to hand him the right book.

But I do not think that Edwin is likely to be consciously aware that Charles is dyslexic, or indeed of what dyslexia is, nor do I think Charles knows. I think if you asked Edwin he would say that Charles is brilliant and therefor is refusing to learn to read Aramaic out of pure stubbornness, and if you asked Charles he would say he's just not great with reading and that's what he has Edwin for.

[deep-space-lines]

okay but like. I just had the weirdest thought about that ‘don’t look I’m naked’ comic. Which is that that’s essentially the same thing Adam and Eve did after they ate the fruit of knowledge of good&evil. So I feel like the theological implications of that could kneecap Gabe if he doesn’t think V1 is a being with free will.

yeah ok. i dunno man. is this anything

((side note. this isn’t necessarily meant to be in-character or story-accurate or take place at any particular point in time, just a way to explore some Thoughts. i was also imagining more that V1’s words aren't actually spoken, more like Gabriel’s more articulate interpretation of whatever garbled mechanical noise V1 is using to communicate. I think an angel could do that.))

and then they fucked nasty the end

[stil-lindigo]

the machine.

a comic about being a 'creator' online.

creative notes:

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello, I've been re-reading your Thenamesh Pokemon AU and this scenario suddenly came to my mind: five times Thena and Gil almost had spicy moments and one time they actually did.

Those almost times could be because of interruptions from Teddiursa (their cute little cub demanding their attention) or Gallade (he just did it for the lols 🤣)

Tysm!

The first time was an accident--a dream that got..heated.

Thena woke on the couch to find the room dark and the tv on. She and Gil had dozed off watching something dumb, as usual. He was sleeping, sprawled out on the L of her sectional couch (which Gallade had surrendered to them quite reluctantly).

There was a distinct ache beneath her belly--a coiling heat, a certain dampness between her legs. She bit her lip.

She couldn't remember everything, but it was definitely good. It was lips on lips, then lips other places. And hands on thighs and strong, strong arms...of course it was Gil. It wouldn't be anyone else.

Thena rubbed her thighs together, testing just how close she was. The answer was: very. She whined faintly, trying to gain friction as she rolled over onto her back. She just...she just needed to...she was almost there...

"You okay?"

Thena's heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Her skin flushed as hot as a Torkoal shell as she stared up at the ceiling. "Hm?"

Gil sat up on his couch cushion, blinking at her blearily. "You sounded like you were having a bad dream. Are you okay?"

Oh Gil. Sweet, sweet Gil; Thena sighed, "yeah, I...I'm okay."

Gil shimmied on the couch, not bothering to get up as he moved closer to her until her head was nestled against his chest. He sorted her hair out for her, "there."

"Hm," she squeaked out, still mortified at almost being caught. Worst of all, Gil was back to snoozing, closer than he was before, and she still hadn't managed to come.

The second time, they were at home after a date.

They were just watching tv at first, trading small talk, some flirts, the occasional kiss. And the kissing evolved into making out quite naturally.

"Gil," Thena breathed in the brief window during which their lips parted. Her hands were looped lazily around the back of his neck with her in his lap.

"Thena," he moaned in return, his hands sneaking up the back of her shirt and walking their way up to the clasp of her bra. They were almost there when they both froze, heads turning out of pure instinct.

"Ted," a round head peeked around the stairs to the attic loft, with big, watery eyes and a little pout.

They had moved Teddiursa into the attic with Gallade since he was old enough not to have to sleep in Thena's room anymore. But the little bear hadn't acclimated to being directly under the roof overnight.

Thena gave Gil a remorseful smile before dismounting him and holding her arms out for their little cub. "It's okay, baby, come here."

Teddiursa walked over to them, its paws clasped in front of its belly in a display of shyness, or maybe embarrassment. It wasn't enough to keep it from reaching up for Thena to pick it up, though.

"Is the wind too loud?" she whispered, smoothing over his fur. He nodded, and she kissed his crescent moon. "Do you want to stay down here for a little bit?"

Gil chuckled as the little cub happily snuggled into Thena's embrace at the extended invitation. He didn't mind if it was for their little bear.

The third time it was Gallade, and Gil minded it a little more, that time.

They were just getting in from a night of walking along the beach, looking at the stars, talking about old constellation myths. They had even used an air taxi instead of flying with Dragonite so they didn't have any pokemon witnessing their canoodling.

They stumbled into the house, lips sealed together, tongues tangling. Gil's hands were on Thena's waist, rustling the material of her fancy dress. Her hands were under his jacket and running over his chest as if she were patting him down for a search of contraband.

Gil was past trying to create a super romantic atmosphere. He had tried it before, and evidently their lives just didn't have the time for it. He had to prioritise what was important, and - as was always the case with him - that was Thena. And he wanted more of her.

"Gil," she moaned as he hoisted her up on the kitchen counter, still kissing her. The new angle was fun and interesting, though--kind of sexy.

His hands gripped her hips, anchoring her there as he started to kiss her neck. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going with things, but they were going to end with Thena's pleasure, or it would kill him.

"Gallade!"

Or her pokemon would, apparently.

The fighting type stomped down the stairs from the attic, where he was having to spend more and more time since Gil and Thena had started actually dating. He pointed a finger(?) at Gil with a glare, "Gal!"

"Okay, okay," Gil held up his hands, showing that whatever he had been doing to Gallade's trainer - his own girlfriend! - was no longer happening.

Thena turned to look at her partner pokemon as it was complaining that they prepared food on that counter. She glared, "you have three seconds to get back upstairs before I box you--one!"

Gallade practically extremespeeded up the stairs and away from his trainer's threat to toss him into a PC for the night.

The fourth time really was an accident.

They really thought they were alone, though! They had been stargazing at the very top of the mountain, above even the highest of caverns. It was basically only accessible with ice types, or the sturdiest of flying pokemon.

Or, if you were a pokemon ranger who could convince any passing Abomasnow to give you a ride.

They were snuggled up all cozy. Hot cocoa and poffins and everything, just them and the open sky. Gil had pulled a blanket over them as they laid back to trade theories about Lunala and Solgaleo. But he would argue that it was Thena who got a little closer than cuddly. They were under the thick knit blanket, sharing a sleeping bag--it happened pretty naturally.

Gil groaned as Thena's thigh moved between his, travelling carefully until she brushed against something very sensitive and he let out a positively desperate sounding moan.

Thena kissed his cheek in appreciation of the sound, then his jaw, then under it and down his neck. Her hand was sneaking into his sweatpants when the ground shook.

He held her as the earth trembled until a herd of Gible emerged. They had clearly gotten lost in their burrowing, immediately all panicking as the ice and snow hit their sensitive skin.

Gil didn't even have time to feel embarrassed at being caught in the act. He immediately shifted into Ranger mode, telling the little dragon types that they were too high up, that the snow was bad for their nervous systems, that digging was done best downward, etc.

The fifth time was a final straw for both of them.

Gil had spent the night, although there was a Teddiursa in between them, too scared to sleep in his own bed with a thunderstorm rattling the rafters directly above his head. Which Gil didn't mind, because who could be mad at that cute little face?

But come the morning, he did sneak the little cub back upstairs and into his own bed. He had a little time before his shift--just a little.

Thena inhaled, moving over to him again as soon as he pulled the covers up. "You put him down again?"

"Yep, he's out like a light," Gil chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and not hesitating to pulling her into a kiss.

"Hm," Thena purred against him, "you have work."

"Not yet," he rumbled, his voice deeper and rougher after a night's sleep. He rolled them over, kissing Thena's neck and using his easy access to her breasts to his full advantage.

"Gil," Thena gasped as he teased her over the silk of her nightgown. He had asked if she had always worn such sexy things to bed, to which she said yes. He was pretty sure she was lying, but he couldn't really prove it.

He was just about to kiss down further when his watch beeped at him. "Fuck!"

Thena laughed as he pressed his frustration into her belly with a groan. She attempted to reach it for him on the opposite night stand. He wrapped around her tighter, but she laughed. "Gil, it's probably Dragonite."

"He's a big boy, he can fly to work by himself."

Thena ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. "That's not very rangerly of you, Gilgamesh."

The full name; he sighed, "fine. But when I get back-"

Thena's eyes fluttered as he shot up and kissed her so hard her knees went soft (and they were sitting down).

"You're mine."

He meant it too. As soon as he was off shift, he had one thought only: Thena. He flew straight to her house after work, even seeing her and all her pokemon outside to enjoy the spring air. He practically leapt off Dragonite's back and marched right over to them.

Teddiursa watched him walk past the pokemon, himself included. He looked up at Dragnoite, "Ursa?"

"All of you!" Gil barked as he didn't even break his stride to swoop in and toss Thena over his shoulder, "go for a walk!"

"Gil!" Thena laughed, although she yelped as she got a smack on the backside in reply.

Teddiursa was confused greatly by his parents/trainers' strange behaviour. He blinked as he was picked up by Gallade as they all started to, as instructed, go for a walk. "Ted?"

"Gallade," it sighed, urging him not to ask any questions.

Gil kicked the door shut behind him, marching directly into Thena's room, shedding what clothes he could on the way. He tossed them both onto her bed finally, helping her out of her clothes with the same vigour.

"You're awfully eager," Thena teased him, although she did help him wiggle her out of her jeans and pull her sweater over her head.

"I am not getting interrupted again," he growled, already riled up and frustrated at just the thought. "I have been looking forward to this all day."

Thena laughed again, although the breath died in her throat as he did away with her bra in one smooth move, tossing it away with no further need. "Gil!"

"What did I say this morning?" he pulled back just enough to look at her with darkened eyes, his hands already having taken the place of her discarded bra.

"That," she gulped, her thighs pressing together as he laid her back against her pillows and leaned over her to kiss her. She gasped as he pressed his knee between her legs, "I'm yours?"

Gil left a wide, open mouthed kiss on her pulse, making her arch her back against him. He pressed his hips into hers, pinning her to the bed. "Say it again."

"I'm yours," Thena moaned as Gil rolled his hips, letting her feel how hard he was. She had seen Gil in this very assertive mood before, but she had never been on the receiving end of it. And it was working for her.

"Again," he whispered between her breasts before running the flat of his tongue over her nipples and down. He ran his tongue over her navel and down until he could pull her panties down with his teeth.

"Yours," Thena just barely managed to get out as Gil settled himself between her legs. She was ready--she was so ready.

"Good girl."

Thena slapped her hand over her mouth--a force of habit as Gil teased her folds with his tongue. She writhed and wriggled against him, but he parted with her all too soon.

Gil crawled back up to her, his shoulder muscles moving in a way that made Thena feel particularly unhinged. He planted himself face to face with her, "you want this?"

Thena nodded, her words stuck in her throat. Her eyes bounced down.

"You want," Gil took himself in hand, still staring into her eyes, "this?"

Thena whined a little, and didn't feel embarrassed for it (at this very second. "Yes--baby, please."

Gil kissed her as he pushed in, both of them groaning in unison. They had been wanting this. They had been wanting this since before all the times they got interrupted, before the trip to Paldea, maybe even before that first accidental kiss.

"Gil," Thena moaned as he moved feverishly right from the start. Her hips moved with him, just as eager, and just as driven by desire. "Arceus, yes, there--right there!"

Gil held Thena close, both of them moving clumsily and feverishly in their close quarters. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust into her, but he liked it.

Thena moaned higher and louder as their skin slapped together, growing closer and closer. Gil latched onto her neck, definitely leaving a mark she would have to cover up or risk having to make an excuse for to their pokemon. But she liked it. She ran a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair, "fuck me."

Gil pulled her closer by the thighs, pushing himself deeper. His hand slid up the front of her, scraping his calloused hand over her little pearl of nerves before settling it bellow her belly as he came.

Thena let a scream tear free from her as she followed him, throwing her head back and shaking as both their bodies writhed and grinded together, drawing out every possible drop of pleasure from one another.

Gil rolled to his side, careful not to crush Thena under the weight of him. He panted for breath, a sheen of sweat over his skin as he stared up at her ceiling. He took a few more breaths before looking over at her. She was so beautiful. "Hey."

"Hey," she opened her eyes just to smile at him, bright and dazzling and awfully cute. She was also breathless and practically giggling with elation. "That certainly made you throwing me over your shoulder worth it."

"Oh," he chuckled, blushing now that he remembered just what had happened maybe fifteen minutes ago(?). "Uh, sorry."

Thena shook her head though, leaning forward to kiss him. "I have absolutely no complaints with the results."

Gil moaned against her lips, pulling her closer again. "Think they're still out for that walk?"

"Probably," Thena mumbled between increasingly deeper kisses.

Gil grinned, rolling them over onto his back this time. He gripped her hips liberally, this time, looking up at her in all her glory, "we have time."

[cutiesigh]

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Wuthering Waves has taken over all of my free time recently, so here's a sketch of Scar!Ren I originally shared in da 14DWY Discord!!

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How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

It had been a long few minutes since he'd opened the door and there were a lot of questions running through Dick's head. Most pressing of which was how this kid seems to have information he should not have.

"How did you..?" he asked, but the words wouldn't leave completely. There's so much he wants to know, so much he wants to ask.

"How do I what?" Danny tilted his head like the child he seems to be is.

"How do you know?" Dick knows he sounds weak. There's no hiding that, but there are a lot of implications in what the kid has said so far and none of it is painting a very happy picture for him.

"Oh!" Danny had the audacity to smile, "You want to know how I know you moonlight as a vigilante!" And of course he knows. Dick knows he knows, but he'd held a little bit of hope that the child Danny was mistaken. Danny's smile softened a bit as he explained, "Your hair and voice match up in both jobs almost perfectly. Not to mention your build and how you hold yourself. There's also the matter of your overall vibes, but that's not something living beings can normally pick up on." Excuse him? "Well, not living humans, at least, so no worries on that end!"

"Excuse me?" Dick was fairly sure his heart just stopped beating for a moment there.

"Anyway, I was a hero back home for a while, too. I know what it's like to have to walk the tightrope between maintaining a civilian cover and a hero persona. I know how it feels to have to keep secrets from everyone because anyone who knows will be in danger." he rambled, Though, admittedly, our circumstances are quite different. I was working as a hero all hours of the day as well as going to school. You only have to worry about properly balancing between day and night jobs. Either way, me having more to bounce between just makes me al the more qualified to help you!"

Oh. Oh he did not like that. He didn't like a single thing that just came out of the kid's mouth. Because that's what he is, a kid. "Are you...Are you alright?"

"Not in the slightest," Danny admitted with an even smaller smile. Then, it brightened, not quite to a grin, but to something similar, "But I'm here to make sure you are."

He gets points for being honest, but Dick felt his heart shatter. He knew for a fact that he'd never worked with this kid before. He also knew that the Justice League didn't know about him. If they did, he would've been picked up and dropped with either the Young Justice team or the Titans.

Dick wasn't going to ask why he became a hero because that's not his place. It's more of a 'third mission with the team' kind of questions, anyway. Most of the heroes didn't have many options when they took up the mantle. Asking what Danny can do is a more appropriate question, but he wasn't going to ask that, either.

"Now that that's out of the way," Danny turned a few pages from the table of contents to another one that was topped with 'Why Sleep Scheduling Is Important' in the blue glitter pen that Dick was starting to suspect he favored. "You're not getting enough sleep. Following you around - no one's been able to find me for a while, so don't worry about that - for the last two weeks has given me some really worrisome information on you."

Dick was worrying. He was worrying a lot and even more questions were coming to the forefront of his mind.

"Your dayjob is as an officer on the Bludhaven Police Force, or BPD for short." He was looking over the page he'd turned to very aptly and Dick realized that the kid had notes written on him. "The average hours per week for police across the country is forty hours. Gotham and Bludhaven are the exceptions. As a member of the BPD, you work a solid two days and two hours. Six nights a week, you work as Nightwing from eight in the evening to three in the morning. The last day, you take off, which is good. No deserable pattern, so good on you for that. Regardless, that's seven hour nights and ten hour days, with one day off and one day on call as an officer. Seven hours are now left in your day for personal time, eating, and sleeping. That's not a healthy way to live."

Oh, god, the kid had honest to god notes on him! What the hell!

Danny didn't even skip a beat as he pulled Dick's attention back to him and his binder. "I've drawn up a schedule for you to follow." The back of the page had a meticulously drawn schedule, complete with blocks of time to eat, sleep, work both jobs, travel, personal time, and still have a bit extra left over. It was titled 'Ideal End Result' in green marker. "Drastic changes right away will only affect you negatively, so we're starting off smaller." The next page over had another schedule titled 'Where To Begin'. "I've only pulled one hour from your Nightwing hours because I know important that time is to you and the city. I am, however, going to be having you submit an appeal to your boss to cut back your hours from fifty a week to forty a week. That way, you'll only be working eight hours a day and not ten. You'll still be on call for one day, and you'll have that last day off. Altogether, you'll be going be going from working seventeen hours a day to fourteen hours a day. Nine in the morning to five in the afternoon, and eight in the evening to two in the morning. Not including breaks at work or travel time. It opens up a few more hours for you to sleep!"

"You really think the chief is going to pull back my hours?" Dick raised an eyebrow in question.

"He will if he knows what's good for him."

"You know I can arrest you for that threat, right?"

"Yeah, but you won't." And, damn it, he's right.

Although, there was now another thing he had to know. "How to you plan on enforcing this schedule of yours?"

Danny seemed to have been waiting for this. He got a gleam in his eye as he pulled a black folder from his bag, not breaking eye contact with Dick. He placed it on the table and pushed it across. "Congratulations, it's a boy."

Part 1 Part 3

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Do yourself a favor and go read the entire fanfic work of @fanfoolishness

(In order: Under sun and shade, Blind Side, and Breathless (patching up is one of my fav too, I just had no cool sketch idea for it)