#every now and then i’m just. overcome with rage at how much of a patronising joke doctors can be.

[astudyinfreewill]

was just softly swaying along to some music to calm myself down from a stressful morning and got hit with the visceral memory of being in high school and my teachers reprimanding me for subconsciously rocking back and forth (or touching my throat, or twisting my hair, or intensely fidgeting with my fingers) to soothe my nerves during oral exams… if only there was a name for such activities. :) yet not one but two separate doctors were like “hmmm but you still got good grades which is something no neurodivergent people achieve. bitch what the fuck is stimming i’ll kill you. :)”

[monigheandonn1743]

Ceart-leth

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Chapter 25

“I’m an idiot.” She sighed as she combed her fingers rhythmically thought the soft hair of Brimstones mane. The huge horse shifted her weight, attempting to nibble at Claire’s shoulder, but otherwise she remained completely impassive to her mistresses confession. Laughing hollowly, Claire closed her eyes and let her head fall against the horses neck.

She had no idea what she was even still doing out here, she should have gone back in ages ago, but she just wasn’t quite ready to face him yet. She needed to get her head on straight before she could deal with his wrath.

She’d rushed out after their fight, half hoping and half dreading, that he would come after her, but there’d been no sign of him, and she had no idea what to think or feel.

Since entering the parlour this morning she’d been drowning in a maelstrom of emotions. Anger, jealousy, amusement, rage, arousal, embarrassment. She’d been pulled in every single direction. So, when he all but threw her onto the floor and demanded she do as she was told, she’d completely lost her shit.

And she shouldn’t have.

He’d been through so much, and not all of it because of Jenny. He was still attempting to overcome his fears. To bury his past and move on into an unknown future with her. But with jenny blowing it back in his face every ten minutes, it was hardly surprising that he was acting like a crazy, possessive fool.

She’d never say that Jamie had been in the right, because to her he hadn’t been. It was her body, and as far as she was concerned he had no say in what she did and didn’t do with it.

But there in lay the problem.

That was her opinion, and while that would be the only thing that mattered in 2018, it didn’t matter at all in 1743.

She could ask any man, woman or child, from here to Lands End, and they’d all tell her the exact same thing. She was Jamie’s wife, and by law she belonged to him, mind, body, and soul. As far as he, and everybody else would be concerned, he had every right to tell her what she could and couldn’t do.

She’d seen it with Jenny, and she’d had no problem with it whatsoever, simply because she felt she’d deserved a good hiding. But turn the tables on her, and the double standards had come pouring out.

She hadn’t been bothered by his rough demand for sex. Jesus, she’d been almost proud of him after his fear the night before. The look in his eyes when he’d promised her it would be over soon, had completed shattered her heart. He’d wanted, needed, to make love to his wife, yet he’d hated himself for it.

But in the parlour he’d had enough faith in their relationship to know that he’d be welcome inside her body. He knew that she’d enjoy it, and she had no doubt that she would have. His possession and coercion had really turned her on, and if she could have, she would have surrender herself to him completely.

She didn’t want him to be always asking her permission. She wanted the spontaneity and the foreplay that came along with it. But she also wanted the comfort of knowing that she could say no at any time.

By law, and by the morals of the people and the time she was in, she had no right to say no. He could take her whenever, wherever, and however he wanted her. She was his wife, legally his property, and there was no such thing as rape in marriage.

There wouldn’t be until the late twentieth century.

But even when he’d been so desperate for her. When he’d been so lost in pain, and had craved the solace of her body, he would have stopped. He’d asked her to say no, and if she’d said it, that would have been it.

It was the reason for her refusal that had shocked him, and he’d lashed out horribly.

By her standers anyway.

But by his, he’d done nothing wrong.

They’d been brought up in different centuries, and had vastly different concepts of what was right and wrong. They both had their own expectations and, while Claire felt that he was the one in the wrong, Jamie would think she was.

It wasn’t a simple case of stubbornness or a petty squabble about who put the rubbish out, and who fed the cat. To make this marriage work they would have to bridge a cultural gab of almost three hundred years, and find a way to compromise.

But like it or not, unless she was going to leave him and attempt to return home, Claire was going to have to accept some hard truths. This wasn’t the twenty first century, and her husband wasn’t a twenty first century man.

He was an eighteenth century highland warrior.

And she honestly didn’t want him any other way.

“Ye tearing’ my heart out, lass.” Jamie whispered, his quiet, unexpected voice making her startle as he crept up behind her. He was stood so close that she could feel the heat radiating off his body, but he didn’t touch her, and she didn’t turn around. “I’v been too scairt to blink, least ye saddle ye horse an’ escape while I’m no lookin’.”

“Do you really think I’d leave you?” She whispered back, as she lifted her head from Brimstone, and stood up straight. She wanted nothing more than to lean back against him, to feel the comfort of his embrace. But until she knew where this was going, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

He sounded calm enough, but it could simply be the quiet before the storm.

“I wouldna blame ye if ye did.” He sighed, “I shouldna have tried to force myself on ye. I wasna thinkin’ clearly.”

She took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself, and clear her mind. She hadn’t expected this. After the way she’d spoken to him, she thought he’d be ready to strip the skin of her arse.

That was the real reason she was still out here. He was so much bigger than her, and if he tried to belt her, she wouldn’t be able to stop him: nor would she be able to forgive him. It could create a huge chasm between them that neither would know how to bridge, and she was scared to death of discovering that their differences were too vast to over come.

They needed to talk, to attempt to find a balance between their expectations, but it was so much easier said than done. She’d come here with at least a basic knowledge of how things worked. She’d read booked, seen movies, and studied history, yet it was still difficult for her to actually understand and accept his mindset, and the limitations that would be put on her.

But Jamie didn’t have that privileged. He had absolutely no idea what it was like to live in the future, and she didn’t know how to explain it to him in a way that he’d understand. Christ even in 2018, there was still a generation of women that had lived, and still did live, under the control of men.

With a deep sigh she turned around to face him. He looked so desolate, so guilt ridden that she almost said fuck it and just fell into his arms. But she couldn’t, because if she did, they’d only end up right back here before too long.

“We need to talk.”

“Aye. But no here, I think the staff have had enough entertainment for one day, an’ I promised ye a walk.” He held out his arm, and after a brief pause, she placed her hand on it and let him lead her away from the pasture.

They were silent as they strolled along the path, each lost in their own thoughts and neither knowing where to begin. They’d talked of so much in the short time they’d known each other, and Claire knew almost everything there was to know about him. But did he really know her?

She wasn’t a big sharer, but she was married now, and if they had a hope in hell of making it work, she would have to start talking.

“I am sorry, Claire.” Jamie breathed, as he guided her to a stone bench, some distance from the house, and helped her sit.

“I know you are, and so am I. I shouldn’t have yelled at you the way I did. But you’re apologising for the wrong thing.”

“No, ye shouldna have.” He agreed as he sat beside her, and took hold of her hand in his. “But that doesna mean that I didna understand why ye did it.” He admitted quietly. “Yet now I’m no so sure, as ye tellin’ me ye were yellin’ for reasons I dinna ken. So, tell me, lass. What should I be apologisin’ for?”

She sighed deeply and stared off blindly into the distance as she attempted to order her thoughts. The note of frustration in his voice had given her fair warning to tread lightly. He was contrite now, but he was like a bear with a sore foot, and it wouldn’t take much to push him back over the edge.

She’d had her first glimpse of his temper, and she really didn’t want it aimed at her full force.

He was an intelligent man, very intelligent, she couldn’t deny that. But he was also a product of his time, and explaining even the basics of women’s rights to him, could be like explaining Einstein’s theory of relativity to a toddler, and she didn’t want to sound like she was patronising him.

Especially when he wasn’t in the best of moods.

“God, this really isn’t easy you know. I’ve been stood out here for over an hour, trying to order my thoughts, but I’m a walking contradiction.” She huffed in annoyance. “Everything I think to say has its own caveat, and I don’t know how to explain myself with confusing you more.”

“Start with why ye were yellin’ at me an’ we’ll go from there.”

“It wasn’t because you wanted to have sex, I think you know deep down, that I wanted it as much as you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have taken it so far.” She reassured him as calmly as she could. “It was because you tried to tell me what I could and couldn’t do with my own body. You practically declared it your own property.”

“There was no practically about it, Claire. Your body is my property, you are my property.” He answered with a shrug, as though it was the simplest thing in the world.

She turned on the bench so he could see her face clearly. He had to know how serious she was about this. Yes, she enjoyed his dominance, but she wasn’t his slave.

“No, Jamie, I’m not.” She explained slowly, clearly, squeezing his hand in hers to attempt to soften the blow. “I’m your wife, I love you and I want to share my body with you, but it’s still mine to do with as I please. I’m still my own person.”

“I ken that ye’v got a mind of ye own, Claire, an’ that ye an intelligent woman. But as ye pointed out, ye my wife, so whether ye like it or no, ye are my property.”

“I know it won’t be easy, but you have to at least try to understand where I’m coming from. I’m trying to see it your way, Jamie, I really am. But I grew up in a time where women aren’t seen as property, and they’re not controlled by men.” She pleaded.

She was hoping to God that he could find a way to meet her in the middle. She had no idea what she would do if he didn’t, and the thought of losing him over this terrified her.

“It’s a time where everything is equal. If a man abuses a women, emotional, physically or sexually, he will go to prison. It doesn’t matter whether she’s his wife, his daughter, his sister or a complete stranger. And the same applies to women who abuse men. No…” she added quickly when he gaped at her in alarm. “I’m not saying that you’ve abused me, because you really, really haven’t. I’m just trying to find a way to explain it to you.”

“I ken that. But while it maybe the case where ye’r from, ye no in that time anymore, ye in this time.” He told her gently, although she could still hear a tinge of exasperation in his voice.”I apologised for forcing myself on ye an’ I meant it. I respect ye, and I love ye too much to ever hurt ye like that. I ken what we have is special, an’ I dinna want ye to ever fear me comin’ to ye bed.

“Ye ken well that I couldna bear it.

“But make no mistake, lass. Had I been of a mind, I’d have been completely within my rights to fuck ye six ways till Sunday, right there on the floor.”

Her traitorous hormones had her lower belly flip-flopping like crazy, as he fired her words back at her in his deep husky voice. She was livid with herself, and with him. He wasn’t making an effort to even try to understand, and while she was almost wracking her brains to come up with an analogy he could relate to, her body was betraying her.

All she could suddenly think about, was him throwing her down and taking her on the grass. How in the hell could she expect him to understand, when she didn’t understand herself.

She was so fucking confused.

Screaming silently in her mind, she threw her hands up in frustration and stormed away from the bench.

“See! This is what I mean about a caveat.” She growled as she turned back towards him and poked him in the chest. “You’re making me crazy! The way you completely took control of my body, the way you spoke of me belonging to you, and would have taken me there and then, the way you say things like that…God, Jamie, it turns me on and pisses me off! I wanted you to do it… I still do, and I can’t stop thinking about it!”

“I’m makin’ you crazy?” He huffed, as he grabbed her hand off his chest and pushed to his feet. “I canna win! Ye say ye dinna belong to me, that I canna control ye, but yet ye enjoy it when I make ye feel like ye do? Ye canna have it both ways, Claire. Ye either mine or ye no.”

“I am yours, I do belong to you. But you don’t own me. There’s a difference!”

“If there is, I canna see it.”

“Do you belong to me, Jamie? Are you mine?” She asked, as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at him. His brows were furrowed, his lips pursed, and he was holding onto his anger by a thread.

“Of course I’m yers.”

“And do I own you? Do I have control over what you can and cannot do with your body? Can I take a strap to your arse if you do something to piss me off? Can I order you about and force you to have sex with me any time I want?”

“Aye.” He smirked suddenly as his eyes dropped to her heaving breast. “Any time ye like, Sassenach.”

“I’m being serious!”

“As am I.”

“Jamie!” She growled, stamping her foot like a child.

“Fine, no, ye dinna own me, an’ I take ye meaning.” He nodded decisively as he reached towards her and unfolded her arms. “But that dinna change the facts. Whether ye like it or no, I do own ye.”

“On paper, maybe. But not in day to day life. Here, now, we need to find a compromise, because I’m not a slave and I won’t be treated like property.” She huffed, attempting to free her arms from his grasp.

“Other then today, when have I ever treated ye like ye are?”

“You haven’t, but as we’ve only been married a day, that doesn’t give you a very good track record.”

“So ye want a compromise? Fine.” He growled, dragging her to him by her hands. She fell against his solid body, and he trapped her swiftly in his hold. “I’ll no attempt to tell ye what ye can and canna do. Yer a bright lass, an’ unless ye prove otherwise, I’ll trust ye no to do anythin’ stupid or dangerous.

“In return ye’ll no undermine my authority in public. They’ll be times that I have to give ye orders, and I’ll expect ye to comply without argument. I no have people thinking I let my wife run wild.”

“Okay.” She nodded, relieved that they were finally getting somewhere. “I can agree to that.” In a way, it was something she’d already promised him off her own back. That first night when she’d sworn to behave as she should so as not to embarrass him.

“I also promise to never force ye to accept my attentions. Ye’ll always have a right to tell me no, without justification. But ye have to swear to me that ye will. I dinna want to ever find that I took ye when ye didna want it.”

“I promise.” She whispered, as she raised her hands to lock them around his neck. “I would never do that to either of us.

“Good. But as yer part of the compromise, ye need to accept that if ye ever break ye promises. If ye ever put yerself in danger, or do anything stupid or reckless, I will discipline ye and ye’ll accept it.”

“Umm, no!” She huffed, attempting to pull away from him, but he tightened his hold and kept her in place.

“Yes.”

“I will never let you hit me with your belt!”

“Then I suggest ye behave and I willna have to.”

“I’m not joking, Jamie.” She cried indignantly. “Corporal punishment is illegal!”

“Maybe where yer from, but it isna here. So, watch yerself, Sassenach.” He laughed as he pulled his hand back and slapped her smartly on the arse.

Though the layers of her dress and petticoats she really didn’t feel it, but she still gaped up at him, eyes wide and completely shocked.

“Did you really just slap my arse?” She fumed indignantly as she pulled out of his arms and step away.

The cheeky bastard will pay for that.

“Aye. An’ we’ve no time for ye to chastise me for it, the dressmaker will be here soon.”

Dressmaker?

What dressmaker?

“Fine!” She huffed, glowering up at him as she struggled to keep her laughter in check. “But in future, please try to wait until I’m naked. That type of behaviour should be reserved for the bedroom, My Lord.” His jaw dropped and she winked at him, as she turned and rushed off towards the house.

The issue with the belt still hung between them, but aside from that she was satisfied. They’d found a compromise, and if she was honest, it weighed heavily in her favour.

But until they could resolve their differences with the discipline, she’d just have to make sure not to do anything stupid.

Chapter 26

[baekhyuns-abs]

Mean

(gif not mine credit to the original owner) Hogwarts AU (imma nerd for HP)

I thought of this and I ran far away with it. A Chanyeol Hogwarts AU wasn’t as highly requested as other members *cough* Sehun *cough* so this is my just being selfish Im sorry. 

Here’s Baekhyun’s Hogwarts AU if you wanna read it toooo

Much love <3

Sexual themes

Chanyeol liked challenges. He liked hard Transfiguration spells, hard to do potions that exploded in his face. But she was his favourite challenge. The Gryffindor had girls falling for him left right and center. He was infamous in his house, being their best beater, much to Baekhyun’s dismay. He was good at his classes, he was a perfect student, a little bit of a loud mouth and a troublemaker but it was expected from him. Professor McGonagall acted like she despised him but he was her pride and joy. “For this complex potion I want you to get into pairs.” Professor Slughorn called out. “No funny business, off you go.” Before she could blink the tall figure of what was the bane of her existence slid into the vacant stool to her left. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Get out, Chanyeol.” The Slytherin girl droned refusing him a look. “You suck at potions.” He beamed despite the insult, just happy that she called him by his name, usually she wasn’t so generous. “But you don’t.” She turned to him finally, noticing how his robes hung off his shoulders lazily like he had just crawled out of his dorm. His hair was slightly ruffled and she was overwhelmed how she felt the urge to run her fingers through the strands, fix him up a little better and to just touch him. She cleared her throat. “You drag me down, Park I’ll hang you by your obnoxious ears.” She threatened, hoping he didn’t notice her momentary lapse. “You’re mean.” He pulled a face. She smirked flipping to the right page in her potions book, scanning at the ingredients. “I can be meaner.” She stood up from her stool, finding it easier to prepare ingredients when she was on her feet. Chanyeol followed suit and he stood tall next to her much shorter form. She tried her best to ignore the height difference. “Impossible!” He gasped over dramatically. She shoved the large mixing spoon at his stomach motioning him to grab it. “You’re mixing then. Move.” His eyes glinted with mischief, keeping his arms to his side, ignoring the spoon against his torso. He took a step towards her and her face flashed with alarm and anxiety. “Move here?” He asked, his voice dropping. She took a breath, ignoring everything fluttering in her body as they brushed together. She shook her head, unable to get her protest out of her mouth before he took another step towards her body. She froze in her position, her face reddening giving away her fluster as she felt the spoon digging into her chest as he pressed himself to her. “What about here?” He asked again. The look on his face was utter torment, a small smirk on his face that did unspeakable things to her body. His naturally wide eyes had narrowed with wicked purpose. She tried to step away but the unwitting Ravenclaw student behind her wouldn’t budge. “Take the spoon.” She demanded, her voice low and weak as her eyes darted around the class wishing to all almighty figures that no one saw them. She pushed him as best as she could with her hand that was jammed between them and Chanyeol just smiled. “If you say so.” He stepped back taking the spoon from her tense grip. She didn’t know how her body felt about it when moved from her. He stood in front of the cauldron patiently awaiting his next order. She gripped the desk, trying to level herself when she scanned for a knife to begin the chopping process. She ignored him as he spoke as if he hadn’t just made her feel hot in all sorts of places. He didn’t seem to mind as she remained silent as he chewed her ear off. She avoided looking at him when she’d open her mouth to give him stirring instructions and he followed merrily. She wondered bitterly if he just pushed her buttons to get her worked up because he knew he could - because he’s Park Chanyeol and all the girls fawned over every fiber of him. Except her. “Did you know you have really nice eyes?” The comment was off hand and the gillyweed she held in her palm slipped out with a moist splat to the desk. She blinked up at him and she flicked her hair over her cheeks to hide the redness forming there yet again. “No I didn’t know.” She replied curtly, her voice sharp as she picked the sloge up off her desk. Chanyeol turned to her, his eyebrow raised. “You could just say thank you.” She measured the gillyweed, handing him the correct amount to mix in. “You asked me a question, why would I say thank you?” “Is that too nice for you?” He teased, a sly smile making her knees weak. She mentally slapped herself out of her momentary daze and she tightened her grip on her knife. “Just so you know. I am nice.” She snarled. “Who said you could stop stirring?” Chanyeol smirked as he resumed his mixing. “Are you really?” His tone bothered her and she tightened her jaw and glared up at him, her body smaller than his considerably but she tried her best to look somewhat intimidating. She was a Slytherin, she was meant to be feared and most students did; scared just because she wore a serpent on her uniform yet Chanyeol always had it in him to irk her. “I can be a delight.” Chanyeol flicked her a look, a smirk reappearing on his face that did things to her and when he bit his bottom lip she felt like screaming at him “I bet you can.” ~~~ Quidditch was that weekend and she was elated at the thought of beating Chanyeol. Gryffindor hadn’t beaten Slytherin in years and she relished in that as she mounted her broom, taking off with her other teammates. Sehun hung high in the air away from them, matching his opponent, Joonmyeon across the ground - seeker against seeker. She saw Chanyeol in the corner of her eye having a giggle with his fellow beater, Byun Baekhyun - she’d love to knock him off his broom. She was Baekhyun’s target always when he hit the bludger, it was an unnecessary hinderance to her position as a chaser. That game was no exception. She wanted to murder when the victory whistle blew and Sehun was empty handed. She landed with a huff, ignoring Sehun’s pouting face as he started his descent feeling little pride. She snarled, starting for the celebratory Gryffindors her eyes scanning for the source of her rage. Baekhyun hopped off his broom, beaming and she ripped her robes off, lunging for him. Chanyeol turned to the approaching angry Slytherin chaser and he seemed to read her mind. “Hey no--” He grabbed her at the waist as she glared daggers at a smug Byun Baekhyun. In Chanyeol’s arms she shouted. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” All Gryffindors turned to her and their keeper dared to smile at her, she knew him to be Kim Jongin. She loathed him most of all, he didn’t seem to break a sweat whenever she threatened his goals - she was insulted. A flash of green robes and Yifan quickly came to stand between her and Baekhyun, his responsibility as Slytherin captain holding him on a high pedestal of responsibility. “Are you trying to kill me!?” She yelped still struggling to rip out Baekhyun’s eyes. Baekhyun shrugged, silent and Chanyeol held the fuming girl in his arms tighter feeling a little excited and amused at the way she squirmed in his hold. He wondered if she realised. “Park, take her off the grounds before Hooch sees.” Yifan ordered his voice calm. “Please.” Chanyeol nodded, compliant to the intimidating prefect. As he hauled her around in his arms, back to his team it was then that she realised with a drop in her stomach that Chanyeol had his arms around her. She could feel the strength in his body as her back was pressed to it she refused to let it affect her, the feel of him so close. He was sweaty and his musk filled the air around her and she felt uncomfortable in all areas female. “Let go of me.” She grumbled grabbing at his arms, the arms coiled like metal around her middle. As he padded off the pitch, his arms still keeping her to his body she felt the heat in her angry face worsen - but not with anger. “Chanyeol, let me go.” He held her so effortlessly, like she weighed nothing and if she wasn’t seething with anger she would have patronised him for his strength. “Nope.” He replied promptly. “You can be meaner.” She had no idea where he was taking her. They passed confused students from all houses as he continued down the path out of the Quidditch grounds. The shadow of the forbidden forest loomed over their heads as he made his way down to the cover of the grand trees. She felt fear prick her spine and the colour run from her face. “Chanyeol do--!” She didn’t have time to finish her sentence as she was spun around, her back pressed against the wide tree. She felt heat press against her body and couldn’t help but freeze when she met Chanyeol’s eyes. She kept her arms firmly at her sides and almost flinched when his hand lifted, caressing her cheek softly. Her mouth fell open, lost for words and Chanyeol fingers traced her lips making her shiver between his body and the tree. He shifted his weight and pressed his knee between her legs, she felt all of her air leave her in a rush as his face came to level with hers. He ran his thumb over her lips one last time, his leather fingerless gloves creating a weird sensation on her cheek. “Nothing to say now?” His voice was husky and quiet. She remained silent, overcome by many emotions that conflicted greatly at the bottom of her belly as his hand remained on her face. “You really are cold aren’t you?” He mused aloud and she wondered with a sinking heart if he meant to sound so dejected. “Can you even be nice, be warm?” “I’m not cold.” She replied with a gulp. “Get off me.” Chanyeol ran his tongue over his lips. He raised his hand to his mouth, his eyes remaining locked with hers. She couldn’t look away as she watched with refrained sexual curiosity as he pulled the velcro of his glove strap back with his teeth. He shook the glove off and it his the grass soundlessly. “Prove it.” He challenged. It was a whisper against her skin as he traced her mouth with his lips. His face edged closer to hers and she pressed herself into the tree, unable to go very far. Her heart lurched and she struggled to breathe. Even more so when he kissed her. His gloved hand cupped her nape and her body reacted to him before she could stop it. She was kissing him back when his ungloved hand caressed her hip, feeling for the hem of her jumper. His lips were soft, so pliable as he pressed her harder against the tree, against him. A low groan fell from his mouth and she was completely defeated at the sound; deep and lucious and she wanted to hear him do it again. She grabbed him roughly, her hands scratching his scalp, tugging at his windswept hair eliciting more soft sounds from his delicious mouth. His fingers felt the skin of her belly and she halted, reaching for his wrist but he was much stronger. Chanyeol pulled from her mouth and she opened her eyes at him meeting his hot gaze. “Warm up for me then.” Her half hearted protest got lost in her mind as his hand stroked up her stomach to her bra. He shoved his hand inside and she was stunned into silence. His mouth took hers again as she arched her back into his hand. She fisted his robes as he pinched her nipple between his fingers. She moaned into his mouth and lifted her knee seeking the noticeably growing lump in his sport slacks. Her legs felt weak beneath her and she bit down on his bottom lip as he tugged on her nipple making her mind fuzzy. She released his lip and he began kissing her neck. Every kiss every light bite of his teeth into her skin had her seeing stars as she threw her head back against the tree. His mouth made her core pulse and her knuckles paled around his robes. She moaned loudly without a care of any creatures lurking through the forest that would have heard. Chanyeol froze, his mouth jerking away from the skin of her neck. She opened her eyes as his hand withdrew from her bra and the heat of his body left hers as he stepped away. A flush to his cheeks, the painfully restrained erection told her he looked as needy as she felt. His tongue at the corner of his mouth, the slyest, the most wicked smirk spread across his cheeks and she felt turned on as well as apprehensive. “So you do warm up.” She couldn’t find the words, couldn’t think of a coherent sentence in the scramble that was her thoughts. Her eyes wided the lustful haze fading into annoyance as he remained standing a foot in front of her. She narrowed them into a sharp glare and she stepped to him, her legs a little shaky. She balled his robes in her fists putting everything she had to send him flying into the tree behind him. The smirk left his face, surprise overcoming him and she felt the smallest amount of victory as she wrapped her hand around his throat firmly, but not enough to hinder his breathing. Her face lowered to his as she stood higher than him atop of a tangled mess of roots. She saw his lips twitch to kiss her and she smiled. “Tell anyone and I’ll kill you.”