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squidbatts · 5 years ago

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It Only Takes A Taste (when it's something special)

it only takes a taste, when you know it's good

or: arum bakes, rilla distracts, they're both ridiculous

((happy lizard kissin’ tuesday! rilla deserves to kiss the lizard More so please enjoy this silly fic based on a Single line from moonlit hermit))

{ao3}

“It’s amazing,” Rilla says, pulling a icing-sticky finger out of her mouth, “That the stuff you make can taste so good when you can’t recite a single real or reproducible measurement for any recipe you use.”

Rilla goes for another swipe at the icing -- Arum wasn’t joking when he said that monsters made some of the finest cakes -- but Arum uses his tail to tug it away from her. His hands are all full, two kneading, another cracking eggs with remarkable skill, and the final claw carefully pressing the dough cutter that Rilla created into a sheet of dough. He’s only really paying attention to the final hand, Rilla can tell by how intently he’s focused on it as it cuts, blinking even less than usual, and Rilla’s hand itches for the recorder. There have been “rules” and “promises” made about treating her boyfriends like research subjects, but it's times like this, when Rilla is watching Arum do several tasks at once without difficulty, that the part of Rilla that always wants answers and explanations craves.

The regular part of her mostly just craves more icing.

“A pinch is a perfectly recreatable measurement, do hands not work the same regardless of who’s baking?” Arum asks, without looking away from the cookies. Rilla, who is not getting into this argument again, merely rolls her eyes. Arum’s tail shifts the container of icing easily to his right upper arm as it finishes with the eggs and he easily places it on a shelf higher than Rilla can reach, purposely of course. “Regardless, didn’t I say you weren’t allowed in my kitchen?”

“Keep-Mom likes me better than you,” Rilla says, and the Keep sings a few cheerful, teasing notes after her. Arum’s concentration breaks as his frill ruffles; Rilla may have gotten better at understanding the subtleties of the Keep’s singing, but she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to translate it into words like Arum can, and she’s not sure if she’d really want to now that she knows that the Keep mostly uses its connection with Arum to rile him up.

Then again, that’s also Rilla’s general goal, so, maybe she wouldn’t mind it.

Arum looks at Rilla now, the put-upon annoyance in his expression cracking to show something softer underneath. Rilla isn’t allowed in the kitchen for a lot of reasons -- hovering and incessantly asking questions being the biggest ones, but the Great Stew Incident wherein she allowed herself to get distracted by the gleam of Arum’s eyes isn't insignificant either. She squeezes her hands into tight fists to stop herself from stepping over and easily closing the distance between them, from pressing her hands to Arum’s face and her body against his horribly ugly apron, from making his frill twitch for completely different reasons. She wants, god does she want, but she’s not sure he would forgive her if she distracted him enough that his Welcome Back (And Congratulations On Not Dying) cookies were ruined.

“How’s it going?” Rilla asks, in lieu of everything else.

“I completed a batch already but it was…” Arum’s tongue flicks out as he tktktks unhappily. “Less than satisfactory.”

Rilla hums, then, despite promising herself that she wasn't going to get into it this time, says, “You know, there's a really easy way to make sure that your cookies always come out perfectly every time-”

“I'm not going to use one of your measuring devices, Amaryllis, stop asking.”

“I'm just saying, maybe baking is more science than you want to admit and-”

“Do you want to eat the remains of my failed batch or not?” Arum asks, cutting her off and gesturing towards the finished cookies that Rilla had previously ignored. There's a rumbling in his chest that tips Rilla off to how he's pretending to be he’s more annoyed than he is, and it makes Rilla want to resist. And it's not just about being contrary because that's her and Arum's dynamic, it's about making Arum admit that he wants her to eat one of his “bad” cookies and rave over them.

It's about making Arum beg.

But, well, Rilla really wants one of the cookies. She holds off for a few seconds, just to watch the anxious twitch of his tail, before the caves and grabs one. “I’m sure you’re exaggerating their flaws.”

Arum huffs but she's well aware of the unblinking focus he has on her, completely abandoning his baking. It's enough to make her want to roll her eyes; just her luck that she'd end up with two boys on opposite ends of the emotional expression spectrum. When she bites into the cookie, her eyelids flutter shut involuntarily as it melts on her tongue, the perfect sugary flavor tasting better than she ever could’ve expected.

“Is it,” Arum tktktktks, interrupting himself. Rilla opens her eyes and sees him, tongue flickering, eyes dilated. A warmth builds in the pit of Rilla's stomach. He regains control over himself and continues, “Is it to your satisfaction?”

Rilla hums, putting on an act of uncertainty, and takes another delectable bite. “I'm not sure.”

“What.” Arum asks, flat.

“I said I'm not sure. It's good, of course, but I've had a lot of good things in my life.”

“I can assure you that nothing I make is just good-” Arum hisses, frill twitching with insult. Rilla breaks, snorting with laughter at his outrage. “You're making fun of me.”

“Oh, don't be like that.”

Arum huffs, frill rising in embarrassment. “You come in here, you pilfer my icing and take my cookies, the least you could do is tell me truthfully how it was.”

“It was amazing, of course it was,” Rilla says, stepping in and smoothing her hands over his top set of arms. He tktktks unhappily, turning his head away. “Come on, you big baby. You know that you're the best baker I know and you know that I always love your food, that I always love you.”

“You're a terror,” Arum grumbles, but there's a pleased rumbling coming from his chest and he moves his lower arms to rest on Rilla's hips, relaxing slightly.

“Mhm, I know,” Rilla says, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “By the way, I think your second batch is burning.”

“Amaryllis” Arum hisses, tensing, “This is why you are not allowed in my kitchen!”

#rad bouquet #second citadel #the penumbra podcast #rilla of exile #lord arum #lizard kissin' tuesday #one shot

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minddofbecka · 5 years ago

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(long) gc fic rec

All The Days Of My Life by rilla - 41k

It's 2016. At the end of the band's last tour, Zayn and Harry get married in Vegas. It's not the worst thing that's ever happened to them, but it certainly comes close. Half fix-it fic, half woke up married.

Trust Me by alnima - 78k

Zayn has trouble trusting Harry to catch him when he falls, but Harry is determined to be there no matter what it takes. Part 1.

Stay With Me by alnima - 173k

Zayn and Harry could never get it quite right. And now isn't any different. Except it is. Part 2.

and you and i were fire, fire, fireworks by trishapocalypse - 21k

espresso yourself yeah?? I stopped by there today

YOU WERE? what time??? maybe I saw you???

oh it was like half-eight? had an early class and all

oh ): i was hoping maybe you were there when i was… woulda been like fate, huh??

(Or: the one where Zayn is drunk and lonely and Harry is a number graffiti'd on a loo stall door that Zayn texts. A lot.)

like a sledgehammer by colourexplosion - 5k

Harry’s a good flatmate otherwise. He doesn’t ask questions when Zayn leaves without telling him for a few days and comes back looking refreshed and a bit younger than before. He doesn’t burst into Zayn’s room unannounced and he respects the fact that Zayn doesn’t go out during the day unless it’s absolutely necessary.

And if he’s figured out Zayn’s a vampire, he’s never brought it up.

Or, Zayn's a vampire and Harry's his human roommate.

let me be the one who calls you baby by alnima - 8k

“You look lovely, you hunk of man meat,” Harry declares, winking at Zayn.

Zayn blinks at Harry, his movements stilling for just a second before he continues to crawl into bed. He settles back against the pillows, wets his lips, and says, “What did you just call me?”

“Hunk of man meat,” Harry repeats, and it sounds kind of silly the second time that he says it.

“Right, I thought so."

Dancing On My Own by rilla - 59k

A Four Weddings and a Funeral au. Zayn and Harry keep meeting at weddings over the years, and slowly fall in love.

baby i’ll never leave if you keep holding me this way by estrella30 - 10k

“Does he have your mark?” his mum asks. Zayn shakes his head. He’d looked at Harry’s wrist explicitly for the edgings of Zayn’s family crest but couldn’t find anything. Not that that means Harry’s not the one; it might need a touch or connection to come to the surface. Zayn’s not sure he wants to find out though. He doesn’t know if he’s strong enough to know for certain.

“Ah, well. It could be coming,” she adds, and Zayn shrugs. She’s silent for another moment, before quietly adding, “You could pick him, you know.” She sounds thoughtful, distant even. Zayn wonders what she’s thinking about, what she’s remembering. “If you want to that is. I know you’ve not been looking for your mate Zayn, but maybe this was what you needed. Maybe you needed your mate to find you.”

or - Zayn is an immortal modern times non evil sexual incubus who is reluctant to find his mate. And then he meets Harry.

all that is gone and all that’s to come by greenandgolden - 10k

Once upon a time, Zayn’s Instagram had been littered with photos of Harry. Some of them together, some of him alone. One of Harry sleeping in Zayn’s bed, his face a bit puffy and his hair a wild mess sprawled across Zayn’s pillowcase. Pictures of them with each other’s families from holidays and birthdays, everyone with smiles on their faces and their arms wrapped around each other. Most of those photos are saved on Harry’s phone, hidden away because he couldn’t bear to delete them but at the same time he can’t stomach looking at how happy they were together versus how miserable he is now that he’s alone.

a post break up au

i fall in love whenever we meet by leighbot - 5k

“You had on operation on your back, babe. D’you not remember?” the man says as he reaches a hand out to rub gently at Harry’s chest.

Harry turns back again, feeling queasy with all of the movements. “No. I’m sorry… are you my doctor, too?”

“No, I’m not your doctor. My name is Zayn, H. Do you remember me?”

“Zayn,” Harry repeats, enjoying the way the word buzzes at the tip of his tongue.

Or, the one where Harry has temporary amnesia after surgery; he doesn't need his memories to know he loves Zayn.

He Feels Like Home by moonstarwrites - 21k

Under the impression that he would never meet his soulmate because others in his family faced the same circumstance, Zayn married Perrie and built a life with her. While that life wasn't anything out of the ordinary, it would do. Then, Zayn met his soulmate, Harry.

Love Is Blind (and darling, right now, I can’t see you) by purpledaisy - 35k

Harry had squeezed his eyes shut pretending it was real for the moment, that Zayn was actually his. Still, it doesn’t matter if the lights flashing behind his eyelids were the brightest they’d ever been because Zayn must have had his eyes wide open just waiting for it to be over. - Written for the prompt: pretend boyfriends

Boy with a Coin by Archangel_Blood - 29k

A piece of paper falls out of the bundle, and Louis snatches it and starts reading before Zayn can prise it off him.

“He’ll have eyes as green as frogs.” Louis arches an eyebrow at his brother. “Very romantic, Zayn. He’ll wear sparkly boots and he’ll be marvellously kind. He can juggle, and he—four nipples?” Louis barks out a laugh. “Zayn, such person doesn’t exist!”

“Exactly!”

Slide

by thisonegoes - 87k

Zayn's dad explained it to him in a small speech, the day she was born."No one prepares you for it. There aren't any manuals. Sometimes being a good parent means simply keeping your kid alive. Keep them breathing, make sure they're safe, love them until you could burst with it. On days when everything feels especially hard, just remember that your kid is Number One. Everything else becomes secondary. Less than. Minuscule by default. And believe me when I tell you this: when she eventually paints you a picture, sings you a song, does a cartwheel... always be sure to clap. If you're proud, make sure to say so."An AU about being a father, having faith, and growing up.

What If This Storm Ends by Archangel_Blood - 18k

Despite all evidence to the contrary, Harry does actually know how to take a hint; sometimes he just chooses not to. It’s not that he particularly enjoys disappointment, but he can deal with it. What ifs, on the other hand, those are the paper cuts and grazed knees that seem like nothing much, yet they take forever to heal, itching and stinging and driving you mad.

Give It All Away To You by disarm_d - 10k

“Zayn’s got love at first sight,” Louis says. “Again.”

University AU in which Zayn and Harry figure out how to give each other what they want.

we can take the darkness by leighbot - 72k

“I’ve met the guy and he’s always making eyes at you when you’re not looking.”

“No, he isn’t,” Zayn dismisses, finishing off his second glass of water. “I would have noticed if Harry ‘made eyes’ at me,” he says, using the air quotes. “We’ve been best mates for over three years.”

“That’s why I said: when you’re not looking,” Griff repeats. “It’s like you’ve never seen a Sandra Bullock movie.”

Zayn rolls his eyes and stands up. “Harry Styles and I are best friends,” he says, loudly and clearly. “Nothing more.”

Entangled Arms (or a vacant space) by vinoharry - 43k

When Harry first approached him at the bar, hips swinging and walking dick first, Zayn thought it was going to a night of perfunctory small talk before they fell into bed together. But Zayn got so much more than he bargained for.

new clothes, bloody nose by dutty (vodka) - 22k

The one where Zayn is an escort and Harry happens.

a sky full of stars by weddingbells - 20k

In which Harry Styles is a librarian and Zayn Malik reads lots of books, and Harry pines and Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan tries to help him to get the boy who might be the boy of his dreams, and Harry just wants to know everything about the tattooed angel he can't stop thinking about. Basically.

You Might Just Be What I Need by PornyZiallFeels - 47k

Saw Zayn again today

Figured you would that’s the thing with dot n his daughter being mates

Runnin into him might become a regular thing now

Fuck me

your love is a waiting game by alnima - 26k

It’s been four days without Harry and Zayn’s feeling brave. He loves him, but he’s not waiting for him, not anymore. If Harry can’t love him – won’t love him – then he’ll find someone else.

When All I Want Is You by estrella30 - 9k

The flat is small. It’s tiny and cramped and nearly everything that’s inside is either broken or on its way to needing to be fixed. They’re never going to fit all of their things here, and will be in each other's faces every second of their lives.

Zayn absolutely cannot wait. It’s tiny but it’s theirs. It’s going to be theirs.

When Harry moves out a year later and Zayn’s left alone, the flat’s never seemed so big.

or - Zayn and Harry move in together and don't have a lot of money and everything falls apart (and then gets put back together)

where did the party go by shuttermutt - 34k

"…insofar as the two parties who want to wed should decide to do so before they have both reached the age of eighteen (section 1.ii) they will have a period of one year henceforth to decide if the marriage is fruitful and if not, they shall be allowed to part as if having not been married in the first place…" Section 2 of the 'Romeo and Juliet law', passed into law in Britain and its territories, 1803

They duck into a tattoo parlour that’s halfway between the city centre and Harry’s mum’s and Zayn gets two black lines carefully inked onto his left ring finger. He smiles up at Harry while it’s being done.

"It’ll last forever," he says. "Just like us."

Conspire Against the Odds by whatwasthatharry - 38k

“Louis?” he asks, eyebrows knitted together as he tries to process what just happened.

“Yeah, Z?”

He sounds tired, and Zayn finds himself wondering if it's because it's clear something is weighing on Harry..

“Is everything okay with Harry?”

(A story in which Zayn meets Harry during their senior year of college and immediately becomes infatuated with him. But Harry disappears most nights, and it's clear he's hiding something. Zayn wants desperately to know what's going on, but no one seems to want to tell him anything.)

In A Flash by hmarie - 24k

Zayn found Harry slouched in the corner of the destroyed nursery. His hands covering his face as tears streamed down his cheeks. The white crib Zayn had spent five hours making sure was put together 100% correctly, flipped over and smashed to pieces. Zayn had to step over the crumpled blue bedding in order to even get to Harry.

“I can’t do it anymore, Z.” Harry’s sobs tore their way from his chest.

Zayn’s fingers trailed across Harry’s cheeks, wiping away the remaining tears. He cradled Harry’s face between his palms as a few more tears slid from his own eyes. He slowly nodded. “Regroup, we can do that.” Zayn let his forehead rest against Harry’s as he gently leaned forward to capture Harry’s lips. “Let’s get out of this room.” He quickly stood and pulled Harry with him.

Or- Harry and Zayn give up on their dream but Gemma won't let them.

you can drive all night by liquidmeasure - 25k

"Harry needs someone to guide him, to tell him where to put each part of himself. It feels right somehow, and lately maybe something more than right, because sometimes he catches himself contemplating intentional accidents, just to see if Zayn will come running, where he’ll touch Harry. An elbow, a shoulder, the curve of his waist."

Harry doesn't know where to put his parts. Zayn helps him figure it out. Louis yells a lot.

Million Dollar Man by soyane - 50k

Harry is a student, who'd much rather focus on writing articles and participating in conferences than working to pay for his bills.

Zayn might have a proposition for him.

What If This Storm Ends by Archangel_Blood - 18k

Once upon a different life by withbatedbreath (heart_eyes) - 45k

Zarry version of The Vow

When it comes to love you're an easy fight by orphan_account - 11k

AU. Harry never really could say no to people.

Hands All Over by blainedarling - 8k

“Point is,” Louis leans over the back of the sofa. “Point is, that Harry Styles has got a very good bum. And I feel very confident in saying that having seen it up close and in person now, too.”

The room goes very still, and quiet. Even Niall stops eating.

“What was that?” Zayn asks, as calmly as he can manage. This is Harry Styles they’re talking about. It’s not like he’s got a crush or anything, but— He might have gotten off to that photo of him on holiday in the tiniest of tiny yellow shorts more times than he would care to admit.

“Harry Styles,” Louis replies coolly, his eyes twinkling. “Was signing off on his pre-exercise questionnaire upstairs when I was on my way down.”

—or, the one where Zayn tries and fails to massage his celebrity crush without getting massively turned on.

Tight Lips and Cold Feet by mmaree - 17k

He remembers an intensity of feelings but not a lot of words. He recalls drunken laughter with mates, sunny days and shy smiles, shit weed and tattoo parlours, cold sheets and burning touches. Harry recalls a fantasy where real life took a backseat, where all that mattered was that they were young and alive.

At some point, Harry got scared. He needed something he could hold on to, something he could be sure of. But the more he dug for reassurance, the more Zayn clammed up.

And the more they f*cked.

Maybe Zayn saved his words for his books when he should have spoken them aloud. Maybe Harry should have ended it better instead of running away like a coward.

Then again, maybe he should just stop dwelling on the past.

Or the one where Harry gets cold feet. Three years later, Harry’s an editor and Zayn is the new writer he’s been assigned to work with.

They have a lot more than just a book to work out.

Readiness is Near by greenandgolden - 13k

“Morning everybody, sorry I’m late.”

Harry looks up from his tablet, his heart dropping when he sees Zayn walking into the room. He’s heading for the desk in the front and no, this is not happening. Harry did not just douse his professor in coffee. He did not just give his professor his shirt and his phone number.

A teacher!zayn, (adult) student!harry kidfic.

hey moon (please forget to fall down) by leighbot - 7k

He spots a tape on the nightstand on his side, next to a glass of water and two small paracetamols. Zayn, watch me is written on a sticky note and Zayn smiles, confused, as he scoots closer to the edge.

Or, a 50 First Dates AU.

on the line by alnima - 32k

Zayn nods and watches him, feeling like he should feel relieved. Mostly he’s worried. It’s a silly thought, but sometimes Zayn wonders if Harry has some boyfriend across town that he goes to see on nights like this, nights where the air feels different between them. And because even after six years, it’s never made sense to Zayn why Harry, a salesman, needs to spend so much time at the office at night. But who is he to have suspicions when he’s about to head out and deal with some drug trafficker across town?

Or, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the Zarry version

#bc

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peterknowsshit · 3 years ago

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Road Trip (Leg 1, Part 1)

Tori:

[How long had I been out for? One second, we were loading up the van, cooler stocked with all our favorites, and the next, we’re driving up through Texas to begin the most epic road trip vacation of a lifetime. The conversation that led to it was still fresh on my mind as I came to and looked around, thinking back to that night and seeing the open road first thing, well I couldn't help the smile that seemed to grow wider on my lips. We had it all planned out since late winter, the first day of spring much too cold for my liking so we opted to wait for just a bit warmer temperatures before making our departure. It couldn’t have been any more perfect if you asked me. And seeing how it wasn’t that long ago that we celebrated the holiday proper, I was still feeling somewhat stoned from the joint I had smoked earlier with @PeterKnowsShit, so I was stuck on pretty bird wasted row. The fact that we were even here on this trip together wasn't lost on me either as I took the opportunity to gaze upon him as he stretched out behind the wheel of our own personal tour bus. Our first stop along our planned getaway was in none other than Santa Rosa, New Mexico. All those cars instantly come to mind when that familiar rumble makes itself known in my stomach, busting me with the munchies hitting me hard and I have no choice but to laugh.] Can we stop for a big gulp? I’m sure Rilla needs to go to. [As if on cue, I see Rilla pop up from the back and I reach over the seats to love on him.] Yeah, beef jerky too. Some ho-hos and Dorito’s.

Peter:

-I must’ve glanced over at @MyJokersWild a million times while we were driving. She was so damn beautiful. Inside and out. I couldn’t believe that after all the bullshit I had endured in this long ass life of mine, there really was someone that was just so effortless perfect for me. Shit people usually got pissed about didn’t even phase her. For the first time since I could remember, I could be completely myself. Which brought us to this road trip. The vintage tour bus we were driving wasn’t the fastest thing on wheels. But that’s not what this trip was about. My pretty bird enjoyed the laid back life. Which made this casual amble of the bus perfect for what we needed. Lost in my musings, I didn’t even notice that she had woken until she spoke. Flicking my eyes from the road over to her, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the bond between her and Rilla before jerking my chin in the direction of the sign- You’re in luck, baby. There’s a little town not to far off. I’m sure they’ve got all of the above for us.

Tori:

[Seeing the sign up ahead, I laughed hearing Rilla howl in the back and turned to scratch between his ears, giving him some more love as you took the exit.] And what goodies does my Peter Pan want? [The day had turned to night and when you rolled to a stop at the pumps, I was quick to attach Rilla's leash before turning my attention back to you, watching you kill the engine.] Since you've done most of the driving, I'll treat you to anything you want. [Leaning in close now, I pressed a soft kiss to your lips, unable to contain my excitement that we were really here when I hear Rilla whine this time, knowing he wouldn't wait much longer.]

Peter:

-pulls to a stop in front of the pump, turning to face you with a smirk- Anything? -drops my eyes to your chest briefly before bringing them back up to yours- If I get what I really want...we aren’t gonna make it to see shit. -winks- But I will take a cherry coke. -pats Rilla with a chuckle- Extra Doritos too. You know my love of them.

Tori:

You got it. Cherry coke, extra Doritos and me naked! Coming right up! [If you thought I was joking, I clearly wasn't when I popped another quick kiss to your lips, whispering.] I'll let you motorboat them when I get back. [Hopping out with a smirk of my own, I slid the side open just in time to see Rilla bust out, barely gathering up his leash when he did and I take off with him to pay and go for his walk. Thinking a peek around the place was in order once I restocked our favorites, mentally adding a few of your favorite candy bars to the list.]

Peter:

-the cocky smirk I had going on falling from my face at your words, while my eyes do some falling of their own right to your chest, and sitting there completely stupified until you’ve slipped out of the bus. Even then, watching after you as you run off with Rilla then muttering to myself- Fucking hell... -shakes my head to clear my thoughts before letting myself out of the bus to pop the gas cap-

Tori:

[When Rilla wasted no time with his potty break, I smiled leading him inside the store with me, calling out to the night clerk as I went to turn the pump on for you so we could gas up. Making my way down the aisle of every miscellaneous pit stop "find" you could think of, I

noticed the hats first thing, that bounce in my step had me gathering up our treats for the next leg of our trip rather fast when I saw the clerk eying Rilla, which was followed up with a "You can't bring him in here." when I arrived at the counter.] I most certainly can but

as you can see he walked in. I didn't bring him anywhere. [Flashing a bright smile, I reached up at the last minute to snatch one of the hats that caught my eye hanging above before he could protest further.] Oh and the gas too. [Fishing the cash out of my back pocket to pay,

I nodded when he handed me back my change, bagging up our snacks and I place the sodas on top, sporting my new hat now.] See that wasn't so bad! [Turning on my heel, I walked out with our bags, Rilla leading the way to greet you when you came into view.] I got me a new hat! [Laughing when I see your face, I gave a slight shrug. What might seem silly to some, wasn't to me and I planned on buying every little trinket and silly hat along the way but you knew that too.] How many more miles until we stop for the night? I think there's a camp up the road.

Peter:

-the way the jewels in that hat sparkled in the lights, it caught my attention right away. I let out a low chuckle, cocking a brow at you when you walked up- I can see that. -pats Rilla’s head as he nudged my leg with his nose while making a show of raking my eyes over your entire body slowly- Yep, only you could make a gas station hat look that hot. -shoots you a wink before pulling the nozzle from the tank and plopping it back into its spot, glancing over my shoulder in the direction we’re headed at your question then twisting the cap back on our gas tank and flicking the door shut- Yeah? You wanna stop there for the night then?

Tori:

That depends on how quickly you want me just wearing this hat.. [I couldn't help it with the way your eyes seemed to roam, drinking me in as you were and I stepped right into your personal space to place a kiss to your neck, peppering that visual with a quick nip to your skin there before I wagged my brows, letting Rilla into the bus with our bags.] The map shows camp grounds up ahead and I thought we could park there for the night. See the museum tomorrow.. Besides, you need some rest too, right? [Smirking now, I knew what was really on your mind and I didn't need your gift to see that sleep wasn't it.] Maybe a stroll to stretch your legs once we get there might be in order.

Peter:

-I didn’t know how you did it. But you always seemed to turn the tables on me. And my brows were now sky high as you read my mind perfectly. The visual of you in nothing but the hat along with that nip to my skin causing me to let out a low growl- Camping soon. -clears my throat with a nod- Definitely soon. -Then you added in the stretching my legs part which had my imagination running wild, my eyes darkening as it did. And it was all I could do not to toss your ass over my shoulder and carryyou into the bus- I plan to let out all my pent up energy from being stuck behind the wheel...

Tori:

Do you now? You plan on chasing me too? [Oh, I was tempting you big time with all that teasing. I knew it too as I winked and nipped at your lips before backing away. That fight or flight response, if I was honest, was always flight where you were concerned and only for the simple reason that it gave way to that chase.. The thought of you doing just that had my ass in gear then, getting into the bus only to feel your hand slap my ass with that low growl of yours before I made it right inside and I laughed hard.] Just two miles up the road, mine. Think I can strip faster than you can drive? [If there ever was a challenge accepted, this was it and I saw it plain as day in your eyes as you got in finally, starting the bus. The campgrounds just within our grasp as the night sky opened up with all those beautiful stars.]

Peter:

-That slow amble the bus drove that I was relishing before? Now, it was biting me in the ass. If I wasn’t so focused on the challenge, or the thought of a sexy naked woman possibly being next to me in the next few seconds, I might’ve laughed at the look on the guy at the next pump’s face as I attempted to peel out in that bus. As I held the pedal firmly to the ground, hands gripping the wheel, my eyes continually flicked over to you, hoping to catch any glimpse- This might be the longest couple of miles of my life.

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