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admiralsweko · 11 months ago

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Rhyiona Week 2023 Day Four

Prompt: Temptation

In the Small Hours

Like a devil on my shoulder you keep whispering in my ear

And it's gettin' hard for me to do the right thing here

I wanna do the right thing, baby

- You Should Probably Leave by Chris Stapleton

Beep, Beep, Beep!

Distantly, Rhys registered the sound of his morning alarm chiming. Fighting his way to wakefulness, he automatically turned toward the holographic clock emitting from the surface of the nightstand and dismissed the alert with a swipe. His head hit the pillow once more with a muted thump. Although sleep beckoned invitingly, he knew he had to get started on the day. He rubbed his hand across his face and pushed himself up to seated, trying to shake the last vestiges of rest from his slumberous mind.

Glancing over, he saw through the soft shadows of neon light glowing from the window that the alarm hadn’t roused his companion. Still sleeping peacefully, Fiona’s eyes remained closed tightly. Her deep, steady breath whistled through her slightly parted lips. A scarlet lock of hair lay across her cheek, inviting Rhys to brush it aside. His caress was tender as he tucked the stray strands in line. These were the moments he treasured dearly, when she was not only her most vulnerable, but completely at peace. His heart brimming with drowsy adoration, he leaned over and planted a kiss to her cheek. She mumbled softly in her sleep; a wordless noise of protest or acknowledgement, of which he wasn’t quite sure.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet automatically found their home in his favorite well worn slippers. A yawn overtook him, followed by a stretch. Arms reaching overhead, his back arched.

“Rhys?” A sleepy voice spoke his name behind him.

Glancing over his shoulder at her, he smiled at the charming sight of her blinking up at him. “Hey,” he whispered. “Good morning. Sorry if I woke you.”

“Ugh, what time is it?” Never much of an early riser, she rubbed at her eyes before looking to the window. “It’s still dark out?”

“It’s early,” he replied with a grin. “Go back to sleep.”

She gave a disgruntled huff. Expecting her to turn over and fall back to sleep, he opened the digital interface of his mechanical palm and began reviewing his schedule for the day. He sighed as he scratched at the back of his head. It was going to be a long day. Mentally plotting out his approach for the task of so many sequential meetings, he barely acknowledged the small hand that rubbed against his bare back and up along a length of his spine. Soon, the hand was joined by its twin.

“You’re nice and warm,” she mumbled.

He felt the bed shift under her weight as she scooted closer. She pressed into him from behind, her knees bumping into his tailbone. Her hands slid up the muscles of his back, coming to rest at his shoulders.

“Whatcha looking at?” she murmured over his shoulder.

“My schedule,” he replied, absentmindedly.

“Hmm, busy, busy, busy,” she hummed as her left hand slipped down his bicep.

“Well, it comes with the–” he trailed off, his entire train of thought fizzling out in the wake of the heated kiss she pressed to his shoulder.

Awareness of her amorous intentions flooded his body with heat. Her left hand continued its lazy journey down the back of his arm and slipped effortlessly under it, her fingers splayed against his ribs as she made her way towards his chest. Electricity danced across his skin, awakening his nerves.

All the while, she kissed along his shoulder, her lips leaving sweet lingering love bites. Her right hand slid up into his hair and took the short locks in a loose grip. Lost in the sensation of her attention, his eyes fluttered closed as he momentarily surrendered to the pleasure. Her kisses coming up to his neck, she gave his hair a gentle tug, coaxing him to bare his throat for her.

“Fi,” he breathed her name. Even as he obliged her seductive urging, he knew he shouldn’t give in. He really had no time to spare today.

She acknowledged him with a nibble at the sweet spot where his neck met his shoulder.

I can’t. I really shouldn’t. I have too much to do this morning.

She took his earlobe between her teeth and gave it a harmless tug. The litany of excuses grew quieter as his will weakened further.

Trying to gather his wits, he grabbed her left wrist, halting her progress as she smoothed her fingers across his chest. “Fi,” he swallowed, trying to quench his parched throat. “I really need to get up.”

Her laugh was soft as it fluttered against his neck. “Well, Mr. CEO, it seems to me you already are.”

As she spoke, she ignored his hold on her wrist, instead trailing her fingers down his abdomen until the tips of her fingers played under the elastic band of his pajama pants. His cheeks flushed as he realized her double entendre.

He stifled a low groan as she moved lower.

“Stay with me,” she whispered in his ear. “Five more minutes, I swear.”

Despite recognizing it for the lie it was, he was powerless to resist her. Swiftly, he tugged her wrist as he shifted on the bed, gracefully pulling her into his lap. Her breathy laugh was cut short when his hand slipped under the thin cotton of her t-shirt, finding the smooth warmth of her skin beneath.

“Okay,” he capitulated. Their noses bumped in the dark before they found the perfect angle. He captured her lips in a hasty, heated kiss. “But we have to be quick.”

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rin-bellatrix · 1 year ago

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Some Things Are Meant To Be

"Take my hand, take my whole life too. Oh, for I can't help, falling in love with you." - Haley Reinhart

Exploring a near dilapidated building in search of anything worthwhile with her boyfriend, sister and brother-in-law, Fiona nearly ends up empty-handed, but leaves with a little more than she expected.

Written for Rhyiona Week 2023 with the prompt "trick/treat"

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"Hey! Can you believe it? It still works!"

Fiona stood from where she had been hunched, sifting through a chest of knickknacks, turning to face Rhys who was handling some type of electronic device as he showed it off to Sasha on the other side of the room. Her sister stepped closer and observed him manipulating the cracked interface, and she tilted her face up to his with a question and his grin widened.

The sight of them in such a moment would have wounded her heart in the past, but now it made her smile in private satisfaction. Her boyfriend and her sister getting along so well always soothed some broken part of her, one that always wanted love and safety for the most important people in her life. Sasha welcoming Rhys so readily into their small family was a balm to her soul, just as Rhys had when securing Sasha as another best friend. They got along so great, and the sight softened the most jaded parts of her. Her two favorite people were happy and healthy and honestly, what more could Fiona ask for.

Sasha scoffed, taking a step away from the company man, idly running a hand over her hair as she pointed out a latch in the back. He turned it over and inspected it as the younger Pandoran walked away at the call of her husband's voice. August complaining about something, as was his usual, his grousing mutters making the young woman smile in affection as she sought him out.

Even newlywed, Sasha couldn't resist a good treasure hunt.

Rhys tapped against the outer shell of the device, his face showing clear confusion as Fiona sidled up beside him.

"What cha got there? Anything worth selling?"

He turned towards her, his bi-colored eyes falling down to her face. "If I'm right about what this is, this has the potential to be either a removable hard drive which could contain all kinds of secrets, or... It's a handheld video game system. Can't really remember right now, I've gotta take it back to HQ to run a more thorough scan." His lip twisted into a pout as he considered the retro machine in his hand.

Fiona reached up and brushed off some dust from his lapel, her hand moving up to the slope of his broad shoulder and down his arm, the expensive material of his suit gliding beneath her fingers. By the time she lifted her eyes back up to his, his pout had disappeared and his face had softened as he looked down at her.

"As long as it's not the digital remains of a megalomaniac, I'd consider it a successful heist," she joked, her lips kicked up in a playful smirk.

He huffed out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head at her coy words. "Yeah, never wanna deal with that again. I'm good. Uhm, but hey..." he began, his mood suddenly shifting.

The vault hunter tilted her head, allowing her lover to take hold of her hand and pull her away from the room they were in. The distant sounds of Sasha's amused tones and August's loud curses faded gradually as he lead them further into the abandoned building they were rummaging through.

They walked down a long hallway, past other rooms that had already been ransacked, Rhys all the while holding her hand gently in his own. He finally slowed as he reached an overturned bench, releasing her hand to right the piece of furniture and dust off the old cushions. He sat down and patted the space next to him, his smiling face bright in the dingy light.

Fiona felt herself mirroring his expression as she sat next to him, her knee knocking against his. "What's up? Found something special?"

He grinned, and he looked so boyish in that moment that she had to resist reaching over to pinch his cheeks. "Actually, yeah!" He slipped his mechanical hand into the breast pocket of his blazer, pulling out what looked like an old, curved metal piece. "I think it's some kind of wrist guard. It looks like it might fit you, what do you think?"

He handed it over and the vault hunter took it, turning it over in her hands to inspect it. Intrigued, she removed the wrist brace on her left arm and tucked it away, fitting the new one into its place. It fit pretty good, a few adjustments and she'd actually be able to wear it comfortably. Tapping a turquoise nail on its tarnished metal surface, she determined that it was probably most effective when parrying bladed attacks.

"Hey, not bad. Seems like you've got a good eye for this."

"There's more, actually."

Fiona looked over at him and he was already holding out his hand to drop something into hers. She cupped her hand beneath his and he loosened his grip to let something light fall into her waiting palm. Bringing it closer, she noticed that it was a pair of earrings, giant gems glittering in the center. It was certainly an older set, the setting around the jewels had warped slightly due to age, but it was still beautiful even in its diminished state.

"Wow, not bad Rhys! Clean these up a bit and you've got a pretty penny sitting in your pocket." The Pandoran felt oddly proud in this moment, knowing her lover had scored a decent haul from the remains of a long-ago abandoned facility.

So far, she hadn't found anything of note, but the thought of leaving here knowing her boyfriend had found some treasure left her somehow satisfied. It's not often that he can leave his company and come meet with everyone like this just to enjoy some time together. This was a much needed break, not just for him but for all of them.

She handed him the old jewelry back, watching in contentment as he pocketed the set, before shoving a hand down his pants pocket. He fidgeted for a moment, before dragging his eyes up to hers. She lifted her brows in silent inquiry.

"So there's also... This other thing that I found..."

"Yeah?" she prompted when it looked like he was struggling to continue.

He seemed to hesitate, before drawing his hand out and reaching for hers. He held her left hand gently in his own as he fumbled with a small object, finally securing a hold on it and singling out her second to last finger. He slid a circular object onto her digit, nestling it past her knuckles until it sat comfortably at the base of her finger.

Fiona immediately zeroed in on the shine to the item, her critical eye noticing that it was new, unblemished like the other trinkets Rhys found before. It was a ring, precious stones flashing brightly even in the slightly darkened room. She lifted her hand and inspected it further, impressed with the fire inside the gems and the quality of the overall expert craftsmanship. This piece of jewelry was truly remarkable, and it definitely cost more than a pretty penny.

She looked up meeting her boyfriend's eyes, finding him watching her intently. "Rhys, where did you get this? There's no way you found this here," she asked, watching him curiously. This was a long ago abandoned facility, the chances of something worth while being left here, untouched by grit and grime was far too low.

He shifted in his seat, his knees bumping against hers as a blush reddened his cheeks. "Well, I did find it, but not here... It was actually in a shop on Dionysus... A jeweler to be exact."

"So... You brought this here from Dionysus?"

Atlas' ceo was watching her intently, and she felt like he was trying to tell her something without using his words. When she only responded with a perplexed hand gesture, he nearly rolled his eyes.

"I found it, at a jeweler's, as in, I commissioned a professional jeweler to make this especially for me, because I was planning on giving it to you..."

"Oh..." Fiona glanced down at the beautiful ring again. The ring Rhys had ordered to be made especially for her. The ring that was sitting on her ring finger, on her left hand. Fiona was typically as smart as a whip, but she had suffered a concussion not too long ago (the perils of being a vault hunter), and it took a minute for the gears to start turning. "...Oh!"

Snapping her gaze up to his, the focused look in his eyes now made sense as he waited for her answer. She swallowed down a rush of adrenaline, feeling the pounding of her pulse all over as she realized that yeah, this was really happening.

Knowing his lady love well, the company man knew that Fiona was currently battling a fight or flight response. Remaining calm, for both of their sakes, he reached over and gently took her hand in his, lightly running his robotic thumb over her knuckles in a slow, repetitive arc, brushing over the engagement ring with every pass.

"You don't have to answer right now, you don't even have to say yes, I just wanted-"

The vault hunter vaulted over his lap, crashing into his body with such force that it knocked the both of them off the bench, tumbling into a heap of ripped up carpet. It was incredibly dusty, smelled a little bit like mildew, but the young ceo was fully preoccupied with trying to meet the many kisses his girlfriend (fiancé?) was trying to suffocate him with.

"Is- is this- a yes? Are you- saying- yes?"

"Yes you idiot," she grinned, her lipstick smeared over her mouth in a truly ridiculous but endearing way, and the Atlas president knew from past experience that his lips were not fairing any better.

"Oh okay, that's good, because for a moment there, it kinda felt like you were gonna snap my neck and hide the body under these rugs here... Do you smell that by the way?"

Fiona was laid out over her lanky boyfriend (fiancé?), her armor and sharp accessories poking him uncomfortably, but her eyes were soft and her smile was wide, and Rhys really counted himself fortunate enough that such a stellar woman allowed him into her heart. She leaned down and kissed him again, this time slowly, allowing him to cup the back of her head and close his eyes, enjoying the plush shape of her lips. Her hat tumbled off, but she didn't seem to mind as she tilted her face to taste his mouth from a different angle. Her hands cupped his face, thumbs sweeping over his cheeks as his free hand smoothed down her back to settle in the dip of her waist.

She hummed pleasantly, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly as footsteps neared their position.

Fiona pulled away to gaze down at him with all the love she usually held in reserve, and Rhys found the he couldn't look away even if he wanted to. The old facility didn't exist, nor did the smelly carpet at his back, not even the sight of Sasha rounding the corner in his peripheral could get him to break away from his future bride's eyes.

Sasha stopped when her eyes landed on the couple laying in a pile of dirty rugs, and after a moment of assessing the situation, she turned right around and started heading back. August was following her, a curious expression crossing his face as he watched his wife back track towards him.

"Hey, you found 'em?"

"Yeah, let's go, they're fine," she answered, taking his arm and turning him around.

"What, were they like, indecent or somethin' like that?" he snorted, still not over the fact that a string bean nerd like Reese could get any action, period.

"Mmm, something like that," Sasha quipped, a secretive smile on her face.

The blonde snapped his attention down to her, his icy blue eyes wide with shock. "Eh?! No way- tell me, what arm was he usin'?"

The younger Pandoran leveled him with stoic lifted brow, her expression less than impressed.

"Sash, be honest. Was it the fleshy hand or the robo hand?"

She rolled her eyes, stepping carefully over some fallen debris littered on the floor. "You realize you're talking about my sister and best friend, right?"

"Well yeah, but-"

"August, darling?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up before I file for divorce."

"..."

When Rhys and Fiona had reunited with the couple, Sasha snagged her big sister in a tight embrace, congratulating her sincerely, and as the sisters quieted down, from the other side of the room they could hear August ask Rhys, "Since we're gonna be future brother-in-law's, how about you answer somethin' for me..."

"August!" The youngest sister shouted, shaking her head as both men jumped at the sound of her voice. "I swear, sometimes I feel like I gotta keep him on a leash..."

Fiona grinned, bumping her elbow against the smaller woman as she said, "Looks like you've gotta domestic him a bit more."

"Yeah? We'll see how you fare domesticating yours," she teased, poking her sister in the ribs.

"Rhys doesn't need..." The vault hunter trailed off, both Pandoran women watching as the company man wiggled his mechanical fingers, gesturing with his left hand towards it as he explained something in a low tone towards the blonde man, who was listening intently and nodding occasionally.

Fiona felt her face burn with a sudden heat as her fiancé flicked his wrist and a soft whirring of low vibrations filled the room. She felt her sister's pointed stare and realized that yeah, maybe Rhys did have some more domesticity training due... In the very near future.

If you're looking for a spookier Halloween tale featuring our favorite otp, then may I offer up "A Man After Midnight" which features Rhys and Fiona facing off against some supernatural evil~ Also it's like five times longer than this so it should satisfy any creepy cravings you might have 😈

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