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Just Like Rosemary

(Yandere William James Moriarty x Ballerina Reader) (feat. Platonic Yandere Louis James Moriarty and Albert James Moriarty)

inspired by this post about Williams with a historically accurate ballerina darling which was inspired by @yandere-wishes

A bit of background, during the 19th century, the ballet world, including the esteemed Paris Opera, operated under a disturbing norm of sexual exploitation. The company essentially functioned as a brothel, exploiting the vulnerability of impoverished young girls who aspired to become ballerinas. Malnourished and lacking support, these girls were often coerced into relationships with wealthy patrons, their only perceived avenue to a better life. These affluent men wielded their power to objectify and proposition the ballerinas both on and offstage, effectively creating a demeaning "men's club" atmosphere. Their influence extended beyond mere harassment, dictating who would rise to star roles and who would face dismissal from the ballet.

TW//pr*stitution, slightly graphic murder, work place abuse, implied human trafficking, kidnapping

You stepped out backstage as the performance finally ended, the applause of the audience fading away into the background as the chatter of your fellow dancers took over the sound of the back halls of the Royal Opera House. You yawned but quickly gasped as you felt arms wrap around your torso along with a high pitched giggle that you quickly placed as belonging to Sorelli, one of your friends and fellow dancers at the ballet.

“Seems like your new costume is fitting wonderfully.” She spoke with a melodic tone which made you roll your eyes as her arms slipped from your waist.

“It only took two weeks of complaints to the costuming department to get a new one.” You sighed as she came to walk next to you. You looked around the backstage, and it seemed like a few of the gentlemen from the audience had already made their way backstage, slipping away from their seats before the show had ended so they could have first pick of the ladies of the ballet. You glanced at Sorelli and she was doing the same, looking over the men present trying to pick out the ones who would be able to pay for her time. “Your rent is due, huh?”

“Yes, and I do not think my landlady will be willing to take a late payment this time around.” You were slightly tempted to stay and help her but looking over the people present you thought it better if you did not since you had already engaged in more unsavory activities the night prior and it seems like Sorelli recognized this as well since she leaned over to whisper in your ear. “You should head home before they come into the dressing rooms.”

“Will you be alright?” You asked and she nodded before pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Fine, but please promise me you will not go home with any of them, you remember what happened to Rosemary.”

“I promise, you have my word.”

With those words you scampered off to the dressing rooms to avoid any flings that may take place in there tonight. You managed to avoid many of the clientele on the way to the dressing rooms, only receiving a handful of comments and compliments that you responded to with false gratitude in your voice.

“I could not take my eyes off you this evening.”

“Thank you Earl, you are too kind.”

“The way your body moves was mesmerizing.”

“O-oh, thank you, my lord.”

“Ah why don’t you join us for drinks, I have a friend I would like to introduce you to.”

“Oh no thank you, perhaps another night.”

You clicked the dressing room door locked as you began to remove your pointe shoes and slip out of your costume, hanging it up on the rack by your name label on the wall and placing the shoes in a box underneath it. You made note of your worn down shoes, it had only been two weeks but it seems like you would need a new pair sooner than later, but to find ones that actually fit you would cost more money than you currently had so you would probably have to settle on some that were a side to big or small.

You sighed as you slipped on your scarf as you stepped out of the dressing room, closing the door behind you. You managed to spot Sorelli talking to two gentlemen, a viscount and earl you believe, in a doorway, it seems like she will be able to pay rent tonight. You slipped through the back halls of the opera house, ignoring the sounds from all around you as hard as they were to drown out.

You pushed open one of the back doors of the opera house that led into a back alley and the cold winter hair hit your skin like cold water washing away sweat from your hot skin after a summer’s day. You began your long walk home through the dark streets of London, the streets were still populated enough that no one would try anything but it did not stop you from feeling the heat of eyes burning into your skin. You picked up your pace ever so slightly as you felt it begin to drizzle, you did not wish to catch a cold in this weather, you did not have the money to pay for a doctor right now.

…and it seems you spoke too soon.

A carriage moved past you, the wheel driving through a puddle and the splash landed on you, soaking you to the bone with both water and mud. The carriage did not even stop when you saw the face of someone finally dressed peer out and completely ignored you, speeding down the street. You huffed and shook out your hands to get the freezing water off of them.

“Miss, are you alright- oh my you are soaking!” You heard a voice from behind you exclaimed. You turned around to see a young man with blond hair and scarlet red eyes, he was dressed in fine clothes, a noble it seemed, but his eyes were filled with worry for your freezing form. You watched as he stepped towards you, removing his own jacket to wrap around your shoulders. “What on earth are you doing out in this weather?”

“I could ask you the same thing, sir.” You replied as his gloved hands pulled the jacket tighter around your shaking form. “But I am fine, really, I was just on my way home.”

“Then please let me escort you home, you will catch a cold out in this weather .” He said and he gestured to the carriage across the way and you could see the silhouettes of two other men within. “I am sure my brothers would have no problem with a detour on the way home.”

Remember what happened to Rosemary.

Those words you spoke echoed in your mind as you thought of a response as the scarlet eyed man looked at you. You remember the cries of Sorelli when you found out what happened while you could only stand there, wide eyed, in shock. The photos that were published in the paper were horrific, but the truth was never written and went unspoken by the girls of the ballet. You suppose money can buy anything and everything, even silence.

“Are you alright over there, William?” A voice from one of the two men in the carriage pulled you back into reality. You turned your head to the carriage to see an attractive brown haired man who opened the door to call out to his brother.

“Yes, Miss (Name) here just seemed to be out of it for a moment.” He replied to the man who nodded at his response. The man you now knew as William turned to you once more, extending his hand out to you. “Shall we?”

“I… um….” What happened to Rosemary was a rare occurrence, right? These were not the same people you last saw here with, besides they did not seem to be regulars at the ballet, you would recognize them if they were, then William gave you his coat in the freezing cold, no one, let alone a noble, has ever done something like that for you. You set your own hand in his, feeling his larger fingers wrap around the back of your hand. “Yes, I will take you up on that offer.”

“Lovely.” He led you towards the carriage that had the door open from when the brown haired man called out. William braced your arm as you stepped up into the carriage, along with the assistance of the brown haired man who helped you up by offering you his hand.

You sat down across from the two other gentlemen in the carriage, the brown haired man and another blond haired man who looked almost identical to William besides the glasses he wore and the hair that seemed to cover a scar of sorts. You did not make eye contact with either of them despite the kind smiles they offered you as William said something to the driver before stepping in and sitting alongside you, his arm pressing against your shoulder that was covered by the jacket he had given you.

You felt the carriage begin to move as you just tried to remind yourself this was not going to end like Rosemary, they were just taking home, nothing else, you were perfectly safe, but what if-

“Miss (Name), are you alright? You look quite pale.” The voice of William stopped you from spiraling even deeper. You jumped at first but managed to regain your composure, but that did not go unnoticed by the three brothers.

“Y-yes, just caught up in my thoughts, apologies.” You responded and he hummed in response and you all were resolved to silence for a moment before you mustered up the courage to speak again. “What brings you to this side of the city, sir-“

“William James Moriarty, but please just call me William, and to answer your question, I was just attending a meeting with one of my clients.” He cut you off as you tried to remember his name. He extended his hand, gesturing to his two brothers, the blonde first and then the brunette. “These are my brothers, Louis and Albert.”

You pieced the names together in your mind…

…Louis James Moriarty.

…Albert James Moriarty.

You had heard the name of the brown haired man before, whispered in conversation of the nobles after shows at the ballet when you were hanging on one of their arms. You learned quite a lot when listening in to those conversations, gossip and dirty secrets kept in hushed tones among the nobility, and even a few names, the Earl you sat across from being one of them.

“Earl Moriarty, correct?” You asked and an almost embarrassed smile came across the man’s face.

“Yes, but how did you know?” He asked, a playful curiosity coming into his voice.

“I am a ballerina at the Royal Opera House.” You answer but not one of the brother’s expressions turned to one of shock, it is as if they already knew. “It is honestly surprising what you learn when the aristocracy get drunk and already have no filter around someone they already deem as insignificant- I should not have said that, apologies.”

“No need to apologize, I promise no one here will be offended.” William responded on Albert’s behalf with a small laugh, you glanced at Albert for confirmation and he nodded along with a smile. William’s red eyes fixed on you as your gaze went from Albert to him. “Now I am curious, what does a lady like you hear from such nobility?”

“Well mostly meaningless gossip, whose wives are having affairs with other men, failed business deals or scams, but currently the unknown Lord of Crime has caught the attention of the ton.” You looked at William as you spoke, unable to see the narrowing eyes of Albert and Louis as you did. “But I suppose none of it truly applies to me, just something to listen to in order to pass the time of the last few hours of the work day.”

“Hm, but would your day not end at the end of the performance?” You heard Louis chime in, finally hearing him speak. You shook your head no, your smiling fading ever so slightly. “How so?”

“One unfamiliar with the ballet may be surprised by what happens within those walls.” Your eyes fell down to your skirt, your gloved hands gripping the fabric of it as you spoke. “ It is not all as beautiful as it may seem after the show.”

You jumped a bit when you felt and saw William’s hand come to rest atop your own, his thumb running circles over your knuckles. Your eyes shot up to him and he offered you a comforting smile.

“It is alright, you can tell us.”

“You… you promise you will not tell a soul that I told you this.”

“You have our word, my dear.”

You hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Albert who nodded in agreement, then at Louis who also nodded in agreement, then back at William. He smiled down at you with those lovely scarlet red eyes and it felt like any hesitation melted away.

“Well… after shows many gentlemen of the aristocracy will come to… socialize with the female performers of the ballet.” Everyone’s attention and gazes were fixed on you as you began to explain. “Sometimes it is just harmless flirting with some conversation and drinks, other times it becomes a bit… more. But it pays, keeps a roof over my head and enough food on my plate so I don’t starve.”

“I see….” You did not notice the drop in William’s voice as he responded and pondered over what you just explained. “And I could imagine the money one would make if one was to go home with one of them for the evening.”

“That… that does not happen anymore, not since Rosemary.”

“Rosemary?”

“She was another ballerina at the opera like myself, I performed alongside her and her sister, Sorelli.” You responded to Louis, explaining who she was. “She was a kind lady, too kind for her own good. She went with some Baron after a performance, she told us that she would see us in the morning but that was a lie. Two weeks later, a shop owner, a tailor I think, found her body in the river, gutted like a fish.”

“That must have been horribly hard for you.” Albert was the first to respond after hearing your explanation.

“What I went through was nothing compared to what Sorelli went through. I remember her crying when we found out, it was after a performance and I had to drag her away to not start a scene, but you can’t blame her, the law enforcement did not even bother telling her until the death was published by the papers.” You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you recalled that horrible day, there was not even a funeral, just the grave marked when the body was identified. You had taken Sorelli to visit the grave and she was just broken. “But that is not the worst part, that man still goes to the ballet and even paid off the owner, every single girl there knows he did it but no one will say anything, not if they value their life.”

“I am sure they will receive their punishment in due time.” William spoke to you after a moment, his hand coming up from your hand that he held and up to your cheek to wipe away your salty tears. The leather felt warm against your cheek, from the heat between your hands. “I will see to it personally.”

“If only the world worked like that.”

The rest of the carriage ride was peaceful, a few more pleasantries exchanged here and there but soon enough you arrived outside of the apartment building you lived in. Like before, William helped you out of the carriage and as soon as your feet touched the ground he took your hand that he held and brought it up to his lips, kissing the back of it.

“It was a pleasure finally meeting you, Miss (Name).”

“It was a pleasure to meet you as well, William.”

He released your hand and you quickly made your way inside the warm apartment building and scurried up into your own one room apartment, it was not much but it was home. Your landlord finally repaired the ceiling so it would not leak during the rain and freeze you during the winter, but you still had to stuff whatever extra bedding you had in the window because it would never close all the way.

You went to remove your coat, only to find that you were still wearing William’s coat, you had forgotten to return it and he forgot to take it back. You sighed and peered out the window, the carriage was gone so you doubted you would be able to return it now so you simply decided to hand it up alongside your own clothes in the closet. As you were beginning to strip out of your wet clothes to change into a nightdress, you reflected on your conversation with the three brothers, they were so kind to you especially when you mentioned such a sour topic as murder. Then the way William looked at you, it was like he knew you better than any man alive, like those lovers who attend performances with one another and they gaze into each other’s eyes when the romantic music begins to swell…

You felt your breathing stop…

You pushed yourself to turn your head to gaze out the window once more…

Looking over the streets…

The other buildings…

The people that walked the streets and dwelled in these houses were nothing like the brothers, they were commoners and the Moriarty family was nobility, you should have no prior interactions with one another…

But how did they know your address without you telling him…

And how did he know your name…

You felt your stomach lurch at those thoughts…

Has he been watching you?

Were you going to end up like Rosemary?

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A week had passed since your encounter with the Moriarty brothers and life carried on like it always had, minus the pocket knife you had bought off from one of the stagehands at the opera house. It was after another performance and you were going to go straight home with Sorelli tonight since she had begun walking you home due to your growing paranoia. You both had stepped into the dressing rooms and Sorelli immediately ran off to her own things and reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a box.

“Macarons!” She exclaimed as she opened the box and sat on the floor, gesturing for you to sit next to her. “Come on, I got these for both of us.”

“You are an actual angel, Sorelli.” You replied, going to sit down next to her, not caring about ruining your costume by sitting in it or eating in it, it was already old enough that it needed to be replaced.

“Well with all the stress you have had as of late, it was the least I could do.” She spoke as you both reached in to grab one and you brought it up to your lips-

“What are you two doing in here?!” You heard a voice angrily shout as the dressing room door slammed open. You both gasped as your eyes shot up to see the ballet mistress in the doorway. She stomped over to you two and you immediately stood up and fell silent. You felt her eyes look you two over, scanning over you like fire covering the room. “Eating and sitting in costume, do you even care for the things you are provided? Do you know how much these cost?”

“No madam.” You both said in unison like you had been taught, along with not making eye contact with the old hag out of fear.

“Well you better pay for the damages you caused.” She snapped at the two of you, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. “I want the money for them before the opera house closes for the night, do you understand?”

“But madam, I-“

You were cut off with a sharp pain across the face as she stuck you.

“I did not ask for buts, do you understand girl?”

You had to bite back tears as you replied.

“Yes Madam.”

“Good, now fix your makeup, no man would want to be seen with a girl who looks like that.” She stated as she finally walked out the door and you finally broke, weeping in your hands. Everything has finally become too much for you. You felt Sorelli rub circles into your back.

“I hate that witch.” You muttered through your tears.

“Have to agree with you on that one.” Your fellow ballerina replied as she helped you stand up straight and wipe away your tears. “Why don’t we fix you up and we can deal with this together.”

“You are too sweet for your own good.”

Sorelli sat you down and began to do your make up again, cleaning up the tear stains on your cheeks and taking special care to hide away the red hand print that was forming on your skin. You sadly had to put the box of treats away to enjoy some other time since you did not wish to get caught again.

“I can take care of my hair, Sorelli.” You said as you picked up the brush from the vanity. “You can go on ahead, I think I will find that viscount that is here tonight.”

“Alright, see you at closing?”

“I will see you then.”

You watched as she scampered out of the dressing room and you began to brush through your hair in near silence minus the chatter and other noises from outside the dressing room walls. Sometimes with Sorelli it did not even seem like she had a sister, her name had become a warning among the dancers of the ballet so that is what Rosemary’s identity had melted into.

“You look lovely tonight.” Your eyes shot up into the mirror when you heard that voice and in the reflection of the glass you saw those same red eyes from that carriage ride once more, Williams was standing behind you and you did not even notice.

“Thank you… William.” He stepped towards you again, his feet clicking against the old wood floor. You felt his hand slip into your own, grabbing the brush you held and he took a strand of your hair and began brushing through it himself.

“You have been crying, your eyes are swollen under your makeup.” He stated this as a matter of fact and you could only nod as he brushed through a knot. “Now why do you stain your face with such tears? What is wrong, my dear?”

“Everything, everything is wrong.”

“Everything?”

“Yes, there is not a day I don’t imagine leaving this hell hole, but there is no day where I do because I have nowhere to go. The way they look at me and touch me, it feels like I am nothing but just something for their amusement.” You wrapped your arms around your shaking form as you tried to hold back your tears. “The sometimes it feels like Sorelli has all but forgotten what happened to Rosemary, she is in the ground now.”

“Oh you poor thing, I was in the audience tonight and I have to admit I noticed their looks as well, a terrible thing for you to go through.” He pulled a little harder as he combed through a tangle. “But as for your friend, I am sure she will come to terms with her grief in time, sometimes it just takes action in order to recover.”

“I just wish this all would go away, I want none of it, I just want to see this place burn up in smoke and flames.”

“Then your wish is my command.” Before you could question his words he spoke as he tied up your hair with a ribbon. He reached into his pocket and took out more than enough money to pay back the ballet mistress. “Why don’t you go home early, I am sure you need your rest after such a long day.”

“Thank you, William.”

After he left the dressing room, you scampered to get changed so you may go and find Sorelli. You made your way through the halls looking for her and you found her in the oddest of places with the oddest of people, you found her near the entrance to the storage cellars talking to.

“Lord Albert? Sorelli?” You called out to the duo who were talking, but they did not seem to share the same playful chatter as most others in the building did. Sorelli and the eldest Moriarty brother looked at you with a bit of surprise.

“Oh (Name), are you ready to go?” She asked, a false smile coming across her face.

“Um… yes, are you not coming?”

“Oh well, Lord Albert and I were just having the most interesting conversation.” She replied, gesturing to the man beside her. “I think I would like to talk to him a bit longer if you would like to head home.”

“Talking? About what?”

“Pyrotechnics.” Albert answered on her behalf and your gaze shifted to him. “Some theaters in the Americas and France are using them in their stage performances.”

“Sounds dangerous.” You replied and your eyes shifted back at her, you were about to say something, but sighed, deciding to let it go. “I am going to head home, I already paid both of our portions to the old hag so just head home when you are done.”

“I will.”

“Alright, see you tomorrow.” You turned on your heel and began walking down the hall, slowly…

You waited for a reply but all you got was a simple…

“Goodbye.”

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“Fire at the Royal Opera House: Three Dead, Ten Casualties.”

That was the first headline you saw in the morning when you picked up this morning’s paper from a newsboy.

You threw up on the spot.

Apparently after the opera house closed last night, a candle fell over and ignited the whole building, or at least that was the most logical guess but the other part of it was a mystery. Two men were found with bullet holes in their heads in the rubble while a girl was simply found, most likely suffocated to death…

Sorelli…

Not only were you out of the job but your best friend was dead.

You raced to the scene immediately, your warm breath showing white fog in the cold as you ran through the streets of London like a mad woman. Then upon arriving at the sight, all that was left was the burnt ruins of the opera house. The sight was being contained by law enforcement since the ruins were still smoking and the sight was being investigated. You could see three bodies, covered in a black tarp in the the distance, two larger and one smaller…

Sorelli…

She did not deserve this…

No…

Please god no…

You must have stood in the street for hours, just staring at your friend’s dead body in shock…

Just like you did when Rosemary died…

You had to be told to go home by one of the officers since you looked exhausted, so you did.

Your mind just felt numb…

You felt dead…

Why…

You pushed yourself back inside your apartment building and your landlord who was reading the morning paper, the same edition as the one you bought, looked up at you.

“Someone is here to see you, I let him into your apartment.” You nodded at his statement and as you went to walk up stairs he spoke again. “Oh and rent is due by the end of the week.”

You gritted your teeth…

Selfish bastard…

He is literally reading about how you just lost your best friend and job and that is what he says.

You rolled your eyes and walked back upstairs, not even remembering the fact that you have a guest. You pushed open your already partially opened apartment door and you immediately dropped your keys and paper…

“William… what are you doing here?”

William James Moriarty sat on your bed, holding his coat he gave you that night in his hands. He looked up at you with a smile, but this time it did not feel kind, it felt almost wicked.

“I am here to take you home.”

“Home?”

“Yes, with the opera house burnt down I figured that you would be out of the job so the least I could do was provide you with a safe place to rest your head.” Your lips were slightly agape in shock when he said those words. He looked at you, a new pity coming into his eyes. “I am also here to extend my condolences for your loss.”

“Sorelli…”

“Yes, I am afraid so.” He nodded at your words as he stood up from the bed. “We tried to get her out before she got trapped in the flames, but she just would not listen.”

Your eyes went wide when he said those words and you felt your heart stop beating in your chest.

“What…”

“She told me to tell you to live for both her and Rosemary and told me to take care of you since she knew you would be quite grief stricken.” You felt your mind grow numb again in shock as he continued to speak. “She did it for you, she did not want to see you end up like her sister.”

“She… she did what?”

“Well she murdered both the owner of the opera house and the man who killed her sister.” You felt the bile building up in your throat as he began to explain again. “The fire… that was her idea, to burn it all away so you would never have to go back there.”

“Oh my god…”

“I know it must be a lot to take in, my dear.” You felt William’s ungloved hand come to rest against your check, raising your head up to look at him. “But I will be here to help you through it, my brothers as well. Louis already has your room prepared, and Albert was expressing to me at breakfast how happy you will be there-“

“Don’t touch me!”

You slapped his hand away, backing up towards your door. Your eyes were wide with both rage and fear.

“Dearest-“

“You are the Lord of Crime, aren’t you?” You cut him off, raising your eyes to look up at him. William’s smiling expression had all but disappeared at your words and instead was replaced by something darker. “You knowing my name, where I lived, it all makes sense, you were trying to kill those two men all along.”

“While you are not incorrect with your first guess, you are with your second.” He stepped towards you after you stepped back. “I was originally looking for someone to assist in the removal of those two men but when I was looking into you, you were just too pure to do such an act.”

“What… what are you on about?”

“You have been tossed around all your life, forced into this work by your mother and kicked out when you said you did not want to do it anymore. Then your ballet mistress, who abused you for even making a mistake. Then those men, who took advantage of you because of your weak state.” You were frozen as he finally stood before you again. “Did you even know that you were the next target of the man who killed Rosemary?”

“…no…”

“You were, and if it was not for me and your late friend, you would be dead.” The breath left your lungs as he spoke. You could barely process the feeling of him draping his coat over your shoulders, just like that night when you first met. “She told me to take care of you and who am I to refuse a request from a dying woman?”

You did not process anything after he spoke those words…

Not you being led downstairs by him…

Not him handing over your keys to the landlord…

Not him taking you outside…

Not him helping you into the carriage…

Not the carriage beginning to move as William placed a kiss upon your lips, just like all the men who have done that before….

The only thought that came into your mind came to you as William laid your head in his lap as you began to daze off into sleep…

…You were just like Rosemary.

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Looking south from the arched windows of the sun room on the top floor, one has a sweeping view of Worth Avenue and Palm Beach's southern estate section. The red barrel-tile roof of the club that was the very first of Addison Mizner's many Palm Beach designs dominates the horizon.

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The tomb of liars (The Gossip) P.10

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x cousin!reader

Summary: One of the most talked about gossips among the lower class servants in Kings Landing is the fact (or not) that Aemond Targaryen got involved with his cousin Y/n Targaryen when they were both teenagers. Mainly due to the fact that at the age of 17 she was sent to Old Town overnight. Some employees claim that Aemond was caught between her legs. Some say that, like her father, she had had a horrible fight with her uncle and aunt and was sent away. And other than that none of this happened, she just became interested in the course offered at the Old Town conservatory. But now five years later, Y/n Targaryen is back, and rumors haunt those who favor them.

This chapter is a part of a main story The gossip, you can find the previous chapter, summary and general tags by accessing the link.

Summary of the chapter: Back five years ago, to the tragic night that changed a life and forever altered every dream.

Warnings of the chapter: 18+, pounds and pounds of teenage romance, teenagers being totally crazy and hormonal, teenagers discovering themselves, young love, family fights, dysfunctional family, severe trauma, mentions of depression, religious guilt, mention of purification rituals, no description for reader.

Word count: 16.500 k

A/n: I hope you enjoy the new chapter. For those who want the songs of the chapter: Demons by Boyce Avenue and You've Got A Way by Shania

*The author strongly advises using a tissue box

"Good morning Kings Landing, it seems that Y/n Targaryen, known daughter of Prince Rouge, left our city for an indefinite period of time the night before. The Targaryen family did not inform the reason, the only thing that is known is that apparently she decided to spend some time in Old Town with her aunt's family. Doesn't look much like our girl, does it?"

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After the first time they made love, it became an addiction for Aemond and Y/n that neither of them could give up. It was like when they learned to kiss a few years before, but much worse. And after a few times using condoms, the two decided together that they would like to try without, with that in mind they went stealthily to a pharmacy in the Flea Basin after class to buy birth control pills for Y/n without even looking properly at the pharmacist in the process for fear of being recognized by someone.

Everything got even better if that was possible, neither of them could keep their hands to themselves no matter how hard they tried, their brains seemed to be controlled exclusively by crazy hormones that made them jump on each other whenever they had the chance. Like on a particularly boring night when they went to dinner at the luxurious restaurant of the Aegon's Fort hotel and during dinner the two of them ran off to make out in the hidden bathroom, exchanging kisses uncontrollably amid euphoric laughter.

Little by little they were discovering things about each other's bodies, they became wilder about it and less careful. Like when on a trip to Harrenhall in the ancient history seminar everyone decided to go to a party and as the two of them danced too close to each other, Aemond started saying dirty things in Y/n's ear and caressing her in a way that was too intimate for a dance floor in a public place full of acquaintances. When the club's lights went out during a small power outage, he had two fingers buried deep in her heat, and she sighed against his neck, grabbing him shamelessly.

Every time Viserys traveled on business and took Alicent with him, the two of them do whatever they wanted with the peace of mind that they would not be caught. Like the day they stole a bottle of wine from the cellar and drank it to the end, having gotten terribly drunk for the first time in their lives, alone and hidden in the attic of the mansion.

Dancing to an old song that neither of them knew, but that Aemond had put on to play on the old record player that had been stored away for years. Spinning around on the wooden floor until they could no longer stand and fell onto the carpet, hugging each other and just laughing like idiots lying on the floor while they admired each other, exchanging sweet kisses and soft caresses, talking in characteristic voices with alcohol slurred voices.

-Aemond? - S/n's laughing, alcohol-slurred voice sounded as she stared at him, slightly cross-eyed.

-Hmm? - He stared back at her, laughing, his eyes slightly lost.

-The roof is spinning for me. Is it spinning for you too? - She asked, holding back her laughter and looking up again.

-Yeah. Fucking spinning. - The oldest confirmed, dragging his own hand across the floor until he reached hers and held it affectionately between his fingers.

-How does Aegon manage to do this all the time? - She laid her head to the side, looking at him and laughing at her own dizziness.

-I have no idea, but I'm sure I can't get up from the floor without falling. - Aemond murmured, laughing, caressing the palm of her hand, tracing the lines delicately.

-Do you think they really tell destiny? - Y/n bit her lips curved in a questioning and slightly silly smile. - Hel thinks so.

-Nonsense. - Aemond rolled his eyes a little credulous and his voice slurred. - We chose our own destiny, I chose you to be mine. - He left a kiss on their intertwined hands. - But if they did, your name would definitely be written on mine.

-And yours in mine. - Her eyes shining as she gently pulled him into a kiss full of innocent affection, gently brushing her nose against his while Aemond held her hand firmly next to his.

They both got really good at not getting caught. The problem is that when you get really good at something you tend to underestimate the intelligence of the people around you.

Like the night Aegon found out everything by catching Aemond sucking on S/n's nipple while he fucked her in the pool on a particularly hot midnight, when Viserys and Alicent were traveling once again. It started innocently enough, just like everything else in their lives, the two were just watching a movie cuddled up on the couch when S/n suggested that he could take a dip in the pool since they were alone, making Aemond agree.

They were just swimming around each other while cooling off, splashing each other and laughing. Until when they were both almost at their peak, Aegon's shrill scream echoed throughout the garden along with the sound of the table with an umbrella that was in the pool area falling to the ground when the oldest leaned on it in shock, knocking it over in process.

-You shouldn't be home! - Aemond shouted with his eyes slightly wide as he and Y/n readjusted their underwear to cover themselves. - It should be in your house! What the fuck are you doing here?

-And you two shouldn't be fucking in the fucking pool! - Aegon shouted with his hands on his head, looking around in shock as Aemond got out of the water and went towards him.

-Stop screaming! - Y/n hissed in a whisper and followed Aemond out of the pool with her entire body red with embarrassment, feeling her cheeks burning. - Someone is going to hear you, you idiot!

-You can't tell your mother anything about this! - Aemond spoke very seriously, but with his skin equally flushed, staring at his older brother. - Seriously, Aegon!

-Do you think I'm stupid? - He chuckled ironically, turning his body backwards while rolling his eyes. -Fuck, she’s going to go so crazy when she finds out about this. - The oldest of the three put his hands on his head while cursing visibly in panic. - Damn. Damn. Fuck.

-She won't find out anything! - Aemond hissed. - We're going to tell her! But only in a few years when no one can do anything about it.

-How long have you been doing this? - The oldest whispered, looking from one to the other, still shocked.

-Some time. - Y/n murmured, looking at the back of Aemond's head as she tried to cover herself by wearing his shirt, as she was only wearing her panties and bra when the two jumped into the pool.

-Oh shit! - Aegon made an instant grimace of shock when he heard that.

-What are you doing here anyway? - Aemond hissed, changing the subject as he put on the black shorts he was wearing earlier.

-Jaehaerys forgot that weird stuffed caterpillar Hel gave him here. - Aegon rolled his eyes, momentarily distracted as he spoke about his son. - He doesn't sleep without her.

-You left Jaehaerys alone? - Y/n widened her eyes at the suddenly shrill voice.

-Yes, I left my two-year-old baby alone in my apartment. - The eldest rolled his eyes ironically. - Obviously not Y/n, my maid, Mr. Dancil is with him.

-By the Gods. - Aegon grumbled one last time, looking from his brother to his cousin in deep shock before entering the mansion in search of the stuffed caterpillar with his hands clasped behind his neck.

Just as promised, Aegon didn't say anything about what he had seen in the pool. After the scare that night, both Y/n and Aemond had become more careful about touching in public. But that didn't stop Aemond from leaving love notes or openly depraved notes signed with just an "A" in Y/n's locker every time he passed by on his way to advanced calculus class. Or that he would place his hands on her thighs as they studied at a picnic table tucked away on the school grounds.

-I'm worried, Aem. - She mumbled with a frown, leaning over her books as she felt him caressing soft circles under the hem of her cheer uniform skirt, absentmindedly, while he wrote something in his own notebook with his other hand.

-Mmmm. - He mumbled, frowning, putting the pen aside and staring at her. - What is it?

-I barely understand this subject with your help, I have no idea what I'm going to do in my senior year when you're in college. - She huffed resignedly, making a loose strand of hair fly over her eye.

-You'll do fine either way. - Aemond laughed when he saw a caricature of the calculus teacher with a lightning bolt striking him in the head in the upper corner of Y/n's book and smiled drumming his fingers gently on her leg. - You shouldn't underestimate yourself so much. You got a good grade on the last test.

-You know very well that I looked at Elyrio's answers on that test Aem. - She sighed laughingly, looking at him from under her eyelashes.

-And you know very well that that's cheating. - He murmured ironically, drawing a gentle circle on her thigh with his fingertips.

-Only if I get caught! - She rolled her eyes, biting her lower lip as she arched her eyebrow at him laughingly.

-I can't wait to be free of all this and be able to do only what I want. - She smiled, still lying her head on the picnic table, imagining the future.

-Just a year and a half. - Aemond murmured with a slight smile on his lips, lightly squeezing her thigh under her skirt. - And we will be far from all this, starting our own lives.

Her eyes lit up instantly when she heard him say those words, and with a smile Aemond guided his free hand to her hair, leaving a gentle caress on her scalp, continuing to speak in a low and cheerful voice.

-I've even looked at some apartments for us, temporary of course. Just until we finish the college, so we can get rid of all this madness and buy our own home. - He smiled beautifully at her. - You'll love one of them, it's in Aegon's building, but it has a beautiful view.

Y/n had to restrain herself with all her strength not to jump on him and kiss him right there when she heard him talking so lovingly about the plans he had for the two of them.

-I'll make everything beautiful! - She smiled excitedly, looking at him, already lifting her head from the table. - We could paint the walls yellow, what do you think? It would bring joy to the environment, buildings are so sad. - She curled her lips thoughtfully. - And plants! - Y/n smiled even more, closing her eyes and imagining. - I'll put several of them everywhere, with lots of flowers.

-Don't put plants near my books, Highness. - He rolled his eyes. - Or it will make them grow mold.

-Okay. - Y/n was barely listening as she imagined everything with excitement and Aemond couldn't help but smile just by seeing her smiling.

-I have to go to fencing. - He rolled his eyes when he saw that free time was almost over.

-Oh you won't believe it… - She smiled mischievously biting her lower lip and staring at him.

-What did you do?

-I convinced the student council that the fencing team needs cheerleaders as much as any other team in the school… this means... - She winked at Aemond gracefully making him laugh and shake his head negatively. - Saturday I'll be there courtside with my pom poms cheering for you!

-The correct term is piste. - He smiled ironically, unable to stop himself from pulling her into a hug and murmuring against her hair.

-Whatever, I'll root for you to destroy them all anyway. - She laughed, rolling her eyes and placing a kiss on his cheek that left a pink lipstick mark.

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The months seemed to fly by, Aemond's 18th birthday had arrived and with it the end of summer vacation. Y/n and he had taken a month-long trip to Dorne with the excuse of visiting Helaena at college together, the two of them actually visited her but obviously did a lot more in their free time. With Y/n driving Aemond crazy and buying almost half the clothes in the city. While he rolled his eyes and said that if she was good and had the kindness to go with him to the main bookstore he could let her play designer with him.

It had been an incredible month, the two of them living alone in Dorne doing only what they wanted, he almost forgot that there was a life beyond that. It was almost like in their dreams where there was only love and happiness, but now they were home again and reality called.

Aemond was lying on the bed motionless, stared at the ceiling. He was going to college on Monday, and had seriously thought about staying at home for another year and moving out only the following year, but the reason would be too obvious and they didn't want to raise any more suspicions.

He and Y/n could do this, they would see each other whenever possible since he was going to KLU (Kings Landing University). When they asked if he didn't want to study abroad, Aemond promptly replied that he would like to study in Kings Landing, since one of the best and oldest universities was in the city and he could do an internship at the family company. Omitting the main reason, Y/n was in Kings Landing, and he wouldn't go anywhere without her.

The sound of the door slowly opening took him out of his thoughts and he smiled when he saw Y/n entering his room wearing a pearly satin cardigan down to her knees. She locked the door behind her and with a smile ran towards Aemond's bed, throwing the cardigan aside, jumping on the sheets and crawling under the duvet.

-Come here. - Aemond pulled her into a side hug and she laid her head against his bare chest.

Y/n caressed his hand and looked at him from under her eyelashes, Aemond immediately knew that she wanted something and was not finding the words to tell him.

-What happened? - He asked, caressing her cheek with his fingertips.

And Y/n, still unable to find words, brought her hand to his chin and pulled him in for a kiss. The two continued kissing languidly in sync, and she climbed onto Aemond's lap, sitting on his thighs, making the grayish nightgown she was wearing rise up her own thighs.

She stared at Aemond as she bit her lower lip gently and nervously reached for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up and revealing her completely naked body underneath. And even though by now Aemond had seen her naked hundreds of times, he was still mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful body.

-Happy birthday. - She said, looking at him slightly shyly, which was confusing Aemond since Y/n hadn't been shy around him for a while. She walked around naked in front of him as if it were nothing, she was confident in her own body because she knew Aemond idolized it. And suddenly he worried that he had done something that had made her insecure.

-Did I do something that made you uncomfortable? - He asked as he gently stroked her waist and looked into her eyes.

-No, I just want to do something different today. - She sighed, looking into his eyes. - Something we've never done before.

-What? - He asked curiously, still caressing her waist.

Y/n placed her hands over Aemond's, removing them from her waist and guiding them to her ass, and sighing when she felt Aemond squeeze her gently.

-Y/n. - Aemond looked at her very seriously as he began to understand the connotation of what she meant.

-This is your gift. The last part of me that hasn't been yours yet. - She said against his neck with a soft and gentle voice as she left a gentle kiss on the scar on his shoulder.

-You don't need to do that. - He sighed against her soft hair, feeling that sweet and soft scent that made his soul happy. - I never asked you to do that. - Aemond looked into her eyes with nothing but affection as he caressed her bare back with his fingertips. - You don't need to feel like you have to do anything to please me, you know that.

-I want Aem. - She smiled with her hands against his cheeks, caressing him sweetly with the tips of her thumbs, tracing every mark and every line on Aemond's skin. - I want you in every way and in every possible way. - She murmured, looking into his eyes with such a passionate glow that Aemond almost lost his breath.

-I would let you do anything to me, and however you wanted because I know that with you it will always be good. - She slowly traced his soft lips with the tip of her index finger, smiling with a candid look that did not match at all the situation they were in. - Please Aemond, accept my gift.

-I love you. - He murmured very quietly close to her, his lips almost touching the shell of her ear.

That night, like every part of herself that Y/n had ever offered him, Aemond accepted willingly, taking her for himself with passion and desire, completely aware of the fact that Y/n was totally and entirely his, with every piece of herself that she was able to give him.

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It was being harder than they both imagined to get through that year. Aemond had no idea how bad it would be not to see Y/n every day and night and how much he would miss her. The two exchanged calls and messages, but it still wasn't enough. They met religiously in the meadow near Kings Wood every Saturday morning and would lie on the flowers talking for hours to kill the longing, laughing hugging each other while looking at the white clouds in the sky.

-I'm going to stay in the dorm until the end of the year, I don't want to move without you. - He whispered to her in the second week, when after he complained about the noise the other students were making, Y/n suggested that he leave right away and go to the apartment, making her roll her eyes and hug him tightly.

Aemond took advantage of those moments to help Y/n with the work and tasks that she couldn't understand, and almost always ended up doing her calculus homework while rolling his eyes and saying that this was the last time, as he always did every time he did her homework since they were both children.

One of the days after Aemond said that he would probably have to give up fighting or fencing for a while while he adapted to college, the two ended up once again with Aemond trying to teach some moves to Y/n, who just smiled and left occasional kisses on his chin, making him roll his eyes.

-Every time we do this I feel like I'm in kung fu panda. - She laughed, biting her lower lip and looking at him, not taking it seriously. - It's like I'm Po and you're Master Shi-fu.

-First of all, this drawing doesn't make sense. - Aemond rolled his eyes, grabbing her arm and gently turning her around, keeping her trapped against his body. - And if we were there, I'd definitely be Po and you'd be Tigress.

-I like that! - She laughed without caring about being trapped by his arms looking at him over her shoulder. - I want a stuffed panda bear now to name him Aemond!

-Mmmmm. - Aemond rolled his eyes deeply, throwing his head back as he moaned at her words.

-You're the one who gave me the idea. - She laughed, kissing his neck.

On the days when Aemond arrived first to the meadow, which was almost every time, Y/n would find him waiting for her with a smile and a bouquet of freshly picked colorful flowers in his hand, always telling her how much he had missed her during the week while leaving a soft kiss on the younger girl's forehead and pulling her into a hug soon after.

-Bad week? - He smiled against Y/n's hair who sighed with her head lying against his chest holding the bouquet in her hands as she gently ran her fingers over the petals.

-I think you'd better not be too close to me today. - She pulled away when she coughed a little, and then rolled her eyes. - I did a biology project with Pia Rosby and she was sick, she probably passed it on to me.

-You better go to the doctor soon. - Aemond frowned. - You almost never get sick.

-I know! - Y/n rolled her eyes even deeper with a slightly shrill voice. - Damn Pia Rosby!

Aemond just laughed, pulling her back to him.

-Aemond! - She scolded, pushing him by the shoulders. - I told you, you're going to get sick!

-I don't care much, I can only see you once a week, I'm not going to waste it. If I get sick, it's the will of the gods. - He murmured laughing and kissed her again making Y/n roll her eyes and reluctantly returned the kiss.

She did get sick, but Aemond didn't; something he made a point of mocking by stating how good his immunity was, making Y/n deeply roll her eyes at the phone during the call in which the two talked about it. They were both really excited since Y/n was better after almost a week, and at the weekend the family would travel together for Corlys Velaryon's birthday in Driftmark and the two could finally spend more than a few hours together.

Practically all the important families of Westeros were present when the night of the ball finally arrived. Aemond and Y/n didn't care at all, the two were just too busy around each other, laughing and talking in the corners while they thought no one was watching them.

-Alicent, don't you think all this closeness between Aemond and Y/n is strange? - Oto asked with serrated lips and a frown as he watched the two dancing together around the room.

-Nonsense. - The youngest waved her hand at her father with a dismissive look, more concerned with watching Aegon who was drinking and laughing with some acquaintances.

-They're just friends. - She shrugged, looking at them briefly and then looking away back at her eldest son. - They both have difficulty getting close to people, they became friends right away. Y/n is a good girl, she's innocent, she always goes with me to the sept, I don't see any problems.

-Last week I heard her telling the septa that she hadn't even had her first kiss yet. - Alicent murmured, making light of the matter and with a hint of pride in her voice.

-I think it's best to keep your eyes open about what Aemond and that girl might be doing, you know, my daughter, tongues talk, and the apple usually doesn't fall far from the tree. - Oto grumbled between his teeth, staring fixedly at Aemond and Y/n. - We don't want another problem.

Alicent looked once more in the direction of her son and niece, frowning softly as she watched Aemond spin her around and then lay her back while they both laughed, looking at each other happily, but with a strange glint in their eyes that suddenly made a new wrinkle appear on her forehead.

-Did you know that this…

-Was one of your mother's favorite songs? - Aemond concluded for her with an arched eyebrow and a sideways smile, making the youngest laugh and throw her head back.

-Yeah, you know. - She laughed even more when he spun her around and turned her back towards him.

-And that this is your favorite too? - He asked, still with the smug sideways smile on his lips, making Y/n roll her eyes deeply and restrain herself with all her might not to kiss him right there in response.

-I think it suits us. - She shrugged her shoulders smiling. - You make me feel that way. - Y/n looked down at her feet before looking at Aemond again and continuing. - Hopeful… beloved…

-Because I love you. - He murmured with his heart racing, sweetly caressing the base of her back with the tips of his fingers making her smile.

-I love you too, Aem. - She whispered only for him to hear, her eyes shining with joy.

-I think this circus will never end so I can love you right. - He rolled his eyes, snorting and looking around the party, which seemed far from over. - It's been two months.

-Last week. - She rolled her eyes, laughing as the two went further and further into the corner, away from the dance floor.

-That day in the meadow doesn't count. - He whispered, rolling his eyes. - We both didn't even take off our clothes. I want to take good care of you, the way I know you like it. - He smiled against her ear, making her blush, and then he twirled her around one last time before the song ended.

Both Y/n and Aemond couldn't wait for the celebrations to end, but as Corlys was a man who liked to demonstrate his status, the party seemed to never end. It was well after midnight when hundreds of fireworks were launched into the sky from barges at sea, forming the shape of a flaming seahorse in the night sky. According to him, the seahorse was for him and the fire was for his beloved wife Rhaenys.

Aemond and Y/n just looked at each other to know that the two were thinking about the same thing, and while everyone was distracted admiring the fireworks on the beach, the two ran to Y/n's room while laughing and kissing in the slightly dark hallways, since there was no one there at the time.

They had just fallen onto the bed, still dressed, when Y/n's cell phone alarm went off and she groaned angrily, getting up and taking a medicine pack from her bag.

-Is it the contraceptive? - Aemond frowned when he saw the yellow pill, different from the usual one.

-No, it's the disgusting antibiotic that tastes like rotten fruit that I'm having to take. - She grimaced before putting the medicine in her mouth and swallowing it with some water in pure disgust.

-Thank you again Pia Rosby! - She muttered ironically, rolling her eyes as she pulled the zipper of her dress that was already open to the middle of her back and walked towards him again.

-Are you eating right? - He frowned very seriously as he asked while gently holding her behind her thighs. - This kind of medicine is really strong.

-Yeah. - Y/n smiled, rolling her eyes and nodding. - I even cut out sugar this week, and you didn't even have to pay Daeron to keep bothering me.

-I didn't need it? - He raised his eyebrows, pulling her by thighs and making her fall on top of him.

-Okay, maybe needed a little. - She laughed, pouting and kissing him, tangling her hands in his cousin's silver hair.

Hours later Aemond was lying on Y/n's naked body with his head resting in the valley between her breasts breathing slowly as he felt the rhythmic beats of her heart. His right hand was resting on her belly, gently caressing the area with his fingertips.

-I can't wait for us to be married. - He smiled, leaving a chaste kiss on the soft skin between her breasts. - And that you're pregnant with our children.

-Do you think we should wait? - Y/n sighed, feeling his touch. - Until we finish college? I don't know if I can wait that long! - She smiled, looking at him, biting her lower lip while her eyes sparkled with joy.

-Maybe a year or two. - He shrugged, smiling and looking at her from under his eyelashes. - Just until we've adjusted.

-And then. - He left another sweet kiss between her breasts and then went down to her belly, placing a loving kiss there. - We'll have our child.

Y/n practically vibrated with joy below Aemond, a smile from ear to ear on her lips. Overcome by joy, she pulled him up again, leaning forward and leaving a kiss of pure love on Aemond's soft lips.

-I love you! - She sighed after the kiss, brushing her nose against his.

-I love you too. - He murmured with his eyes closed, lost in the caress of her arms, the curtain of his silver silky hair falling over them both.

The sun was already rising when Aemond got dressed and returned to his own room after leaving a few kisses on Y/n's sleepy face, who only laughed and grumbled. The two barely heard the conversations at the family breakfast table, Y/n was too busy trying to make Jaehaerys eat some mashed fruit, since Aegon stared into space, sprawled with the coffee cup in his hand, while Aemond was too busy watching her take care of her nephew while smiling.

-What do you think, Aemond? - Viserys's voice sounded excited, pulling him into the conversation at the table and making him look at his father with a confused look.

-I'm sorry, I was a little distracted. - He cleared his throat and adjusting his posture in the chair under his mother's attentive gaze. - What was the question?

-Corlys and I are going to travel to Vale to close a deal with Jane. - Viserys smiled, taking a sip of juice and cutting the eggs on the plate. - Maybe you should take advantage of the break and come along. It's like my father used to say, college is good, but nothing like real life to learn business.

-That would be great, father. - Aemond smiled slightly and he didn't know if his heart was racing for the opportunity or for the look of pride Y/n gave him as she held Jaehaerys in her arms.

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The trip lasted longer than Viserys expected, and what was supposed to be a week turned into a fruitful trip lasting almost 20 days; since they had gone down to Rune Stone to settle some business with Y/n's uncle who had taken over the company after Rhea's death years ago. Aemond's excitement at being there was almost palpable even though he tried to hide it, looking fondly at the green meadow that Y/n had described to him so many times when they were both children as being her favorite place to play, or just lie down while her mother told her a story and they ate cookies together.

Thinking about it only made his heart ache with longing for her, because since they had met that was the longest amount of time the two had spent apart. Aemond had already found it bad that they only saw each other on Saturdays, but spending all those days without being able to see her, without being able to hear her laugh in person and without being able to touch her… was almost killing him. The calls and messages did very little to help them both.

The afternoon they finally returned to Kings Landing, Aemond didn't even set foot in his college dorm. He went to the mansion with his father smiling and eager to see Y/n in person and tell her about the trip.

-Son, I'm glad you stopped by here before returning to campus. - Alicent caressed his hair, carefully placing a crooked strand in the appropriate place. - I missed you, I hope everything went well.

-Everything went great, Corlys really has a lot to teach. - He murmured, shifting his eyes to the stairs unconsciously. - I just came to pick up a book that I think will be useful. If you'll excuse me mom. - He smiled and left a kiss on Alicent's hand before walking up the stairs, making her roll her eyes at her son's always so gentle manner, but then frown in distrust immediately after seeing him go up the stairs so quickly.

As soon as he opened the door to Y/n's room, he saw her sitting on the bench near the window, looking out over the mansion's wide garden, turning around at the same moment he heard the door click.

-Aemond! - She jumped on him with a huge smile on her lips as soon as she saw him, her heart racing in her chest with longing and anxiety after almost a whole month away as she hugged him affectionately. - How was the trip?

-Absurdly instructive in every way it should be, but totally boring without you. - He kissed her on the lips as he said this. - You know, all this made me think that I can't wait for us to be together next year. - Aemond pulled her even closer to him. - Without having to hide from my mother, so you can run to me and wait for me at the door whenever I come home.

-We'll just hide from everyone else on campus. - He rolled his eyes ironically, leaving a small peck on his lips.

-Mmm, they find our whole family strangely disturbed. They won't be that shocked unless we exchange kisses in public. - He shrugged, making her laugh and throw her head back.

-I can't wait to move in with you either, and you know it! - She stood on tiptoe, giving him a kiss on the nose.

-I brought some gifts for you. - He murmured, hugging her with devotion while he felt her practically rubbing her cheek against his neck.

-I love gifts. - She sighed, smiling close to his ear, making him tighten the hug even more.

-I know that. - Aemond smiled against her hair, leaving a kiss there.

-I brought a dress from one of those stores you're always talking about. - He left a kiss against her ear as he spoke, making Y/n laugh and tilt her head towards his lips with a spasm.

-What color?

-White.

-Did you buy me a wedding dress? - She pulled away, looking at him laughing and arching her eyebrows as she bit her lower lip.

-Not yet. - Aemond sighed and left a soft kiss on her lips.

Little by little the two walked, until they fell sitting together on the same bench below the window, with Y/n sitting on Aemond's lap while he held her firmly close to him.

-How are things in Rune Stone? - She asked quietly, her head resting on his shoulder. - Did my uncle ask about me?

-Yes. - Aemond smiled slightly as he said that, his heart relieved that the man had asked about Y/n's well-being, since he knew she would be upset if he hadn't even remembered and Aemond couldn't lie to her, even if it was for a reason like that.

-He said he would like to come to the capital to see you but he doesn't have time since business is booming with the trade agreements your mother had made years ago that have started to pay off.

-Really? - Y/n smiled, hugging him even tighter and smiling against his chest, feeling a warmth in her chest when she heard those words along with a devastating feeling of pride at knowing that the work her mother had done in life was still thriving.

-Mmm. - Aemond nodded softly, stroking her hair carefully so as not to mess it up. - Rune Stone is really beautiful.

-We could travel there in the summer. - Y/n suggested very excitedly, leaning on Aemond's shoulders to sit better on his thighs.

-I think that would be great. - He murmured, leaving a soft caress on her hand. - By the way, I brought you something from Rune Stone.

-What?

-A teddy bear. - He laughed, holding her waist firmly. - Guess which one.

-A rabbit?

-No, Mr. Bunny would be jealous if he had to share you with another rabbit. - Aemond rolled his eyes, kissing her neck. - He took after me in that aspect.

-I don't know, then. - She laughed, clinging to him. - A cat maybe? Or a bird?

-No and no. - He laughed, hugging her tightly. - The chances are over.

-What was it then? - She smiled anxiously, leaving a kiss on his chin and neck.

-A panda.

Y/n stood still instantly with her eyes shining in a laughing smile.

-No way. - She got up, adjusting her slightly wrinkled clothes.

-Where are you going? - Aemond raised his eyebrow, looking at her.

-I want my dress and my bear. - She smiled, heading towards the door as if it were obvious, and rolling his eyes, he followed her.

The two of them were walking down the stairs laughing when they found Alicent halfway down, looking at them with a strange look on her face, and for a moment Y/n felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, as if the temperature had dropped 10 degrees in 10 seconds.

-Were you together already? - She asked, raising her eyebrow.

Y/n didn't know what to say at that moment, since her aunt had never cared about the amount of time the two spent together.

-I went to call Y/n to come down. - Aemond took the lead with a carefree voice as he shrugged. - I brought her something from Rune Stone.

-Very kind of you, isn't it Y/n? - Alicent smiled at her and momentarily Y/n managed to breathe again.

-Yes, aunt, but Aemond is always very attentive. - She smiled, looking away at the oldest. - It's in his nature to be like that.

-Not with everyone. - Alicent slightly narrowed her eyes. - Let's all go down, dinner is served. You can give her a gift later, Aemond.

Leaving no room for discussion, Alicent turned around, going down the stairs and waiting for the two on the last steps. With no escape, they went straight down to the dining room, where Viserys was already sitting at the table while the servants made the final adjustments.

-Aegon isn't coming to dinner today? - The patriarch asked, looking toward the door with a frown. - I would like to see Jaehaerys.

-Lyan is in town and asked to see Jaehaerys. - Alicent muttered irritably, pulling the chair to sit down. - As if she really cared about the boy!

Dinner went smoothly after that, until Alicent noticed Y/n who was just moving the food from side to side on the plate instead of eating, since dinner was usually the meal where she ate the most with everyone together at the table talking.

-Darling, is everything okay? - Alicent asked sweetly, looking at her worriedly. - You barely ate breakfast today.

The moment Alicent said that, Aemond raised his eyebrows and looked at Y/n, because he had already told her at least a hundred times not to skip breakfast or eat junk food early in the morning, since she always got sick in the afternoon when she did that.

-Yes, I am, auntie. - She laughed embarrassedly, playing with the food on her plate. - I just shouldn't have eaten all that chocolate earlier.

-Y/n, you're an adult now, I don't need to tell you anymore that you can't eat sugar out of hours. - Alicent murmured with a frown. - I don't want you to end up getting sick.

-Sorry, aunt. - She smiled. - I know you're worried, it's just that Rhaenyra brought those from Essos that I love.

-I already told Rhaenyra not to bring that junk home or she'll end up killing one of you. - Alicent muttered irritably, looking at her own plate, while Aemond continued to stare at Y/n.

-She doesn't mean anything wrong, my dear, she just wants to be kind. - Viserys smiled at his wife, gently taking her hand.

-She does it to affront me because I've told her a million times not to! - She hissed, glaring at her husband.

-I had brought a box of madeleines for you from the Vale, we can open them tomorrow. - Aemond muttered, taking advantage of his parents' argument.

-By the Gods, I never want to see madeleines in front of me again. - She muttered with a slightly disgusted look, making Aemond frown, since the youngest had been crazy about this sweet since they were both children.

-Are you sure you're okay?

-Yes, I just ate a little too much. - She whispered, rolling her eyes. - I was really craving it, so Daeron and I went to the flour street, bought two boxes and ate them while watching TV, but I must have eaten too much because I felt a little sick afterwards.

-I'll have to stay with my mother on this one. - Aemond rolled his eyes, gently stroking her hand under the tablecloth. - You can't eat that much sugar, you know that diabetes is hereditary.

-I know. - She murmured, biting her lower lip and tilting her head to the side with a subtle side smile. - I swear I'll take it easy with the sweets.

-What are you talking about? - Alicent's voice sounded, interrupting the conversation, making Aemond frown in confusion at the strange way his mother was suddenly acting.

-I'm just telling Y/n to cut down on the sugar. - He replied with an arched eyebrow. - Where's Daeron? I haven't seen him since I arrived.

-He's studying at a friend's house, he must be in home soon. - Alicent muttered, looking at her golden wristwatch.

Shortly after the servants began to clear the table, the housekeeper came to Alicent, warning her that Oto was on the phone waiting for her, making the older woman get up and leave them, followed by Viserys, who still had some travel paperwork to organize.

-You have a knack for business, Aemond. - He muttered as he left the room, making Y/n give her cousin a bright smile, who rolled his eyes and pulled her by the hand towards the back living room where their bags were, taking advantage of the fact that Alicent had finally left them alone.

-Have you noticed my mother? - He muttered, pulling the zipper of the suitcase and staring at her. - She's been acting strange.

-She was normal until this morning. - Y/n frowned in confusion. - We went to the sept together yesterday as we always do, nothing extraordinary. Do you think something's wrong?

-I must be just being paranoid. - He shrugged, finally opening the suitcase and taking some things out.

-It wouldn't be the first time. - She laughed, rolling her eyes and then widening them when she saw the teddy bear that Aemond took out of a blue bag.

-Gods, he's so cute. - She smiled, taking it from Aemond's hand with a soft pout on her lips, lowering her voice to almost a whisper before speaking. - I could kiss you right now, you know?

Looking around quickly, Aemond pulled her by the cheeks and placed a soft kiss on her lips, making the younger girl smile against his lips, kissing him back languidly while holding the bear tightly with one hand. The two broke off the kiss, jumping away from each other the moment they heard the sound of the back garden door opening, both with wide eyes, relaxing gently when they saw Daeron come in whistling and throwing his sneakers to the corner before jumping onto the couch, laughing.

-So, how was your trip, big bro? - The younger smiled, lying down on the couch and looking at Y/n and Aemond upside down, frowning when he saw their red faces. - Are you two okay?

-Yup.

-Of course, why wouldn't I be?

The two spoke in a jumbled way at the same time, leaving Daeron even more confused.

-Okay, you guys are weirder than normal today and your normal is already bizarre. - Daeron raised his eyebrows, still staring at the two upside down, until his eyes focused on the stuffed panda in Y/n's hands and he stood up with his eyes shining.

-Where did this bear come from?

-Aemond brought it for me from his trip. - Y/n smiled, inevitably looking at the eldest with a look so passionate that anyone who looked closely could notice.

-And what did I get? - Daeron raised his eyebrow, looking at his older brother very seriously, making Aemond hold his breath for a moment.

-Mmmm…..- After a few moments of thinking he saw the ornate box of madeleines inside the suitcase and smiled pulling it towards the youngest.

-A box of madeleines.

Daeron smiled mischievously, accepting the box of fine sweets from his brother's hands.

-I know this wasn't for me, but I'll accept it anyway because of your lack of consideration for your little brother. - Daeron said laughingly, then jumping over the back of the sofa and running out of the room laughing before Aemond could reach him.

-I'll be in my room playing video games, just make me take off my headphones if someone dies! - He yelled from the stairs.

-Little pest. - The older man muttered, rolling his eyes with a small sideways smile, as he took a package wrapped in purple tissue paper from his suitcase, looking in Y/n's direction right after and handing it to her, who received it eagerly.

-Aem… it's beautiful. - She smiled exultantly when she saw the white dress that should reach her knees.

-It's just like the one you said you wanted the other day. - He smiled, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. - Did you like it?

-I loved it! - She smiled, hugging him and leaving a kiss on his neck.

-Put it on for me then. - He murmured against her hair, and Y/n nodded positively, still smiling, already standing up and pulling Aemond's hands with her.

The two went up to the rooms via the back service stairs, laughing and occasionally exchanging kisses, almost dying of fright when one of the maids appeared at the end of the hallway and almost caught the two in the middle of a kiss, but it wasn't the first time that had happened, so the two just entered Aemond's room in a hurry, gently slamming the door behind them.

-Ok, turn your back. - She asked holding the dress to her chest, leaving the bear on her cousin's coffee table. Aemond frowned, slightly arching his eyebrow as he looked at her ironically.

-That's not the point. - Y/n rolled her eyes at him, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning his back while he smiled. - It's supposed to surprise you.

-I'll be surprised anyway. - He murmured with a small smile on his lips, making her leave the little kiss on them before going to the other side of the room to change her clothes.

-You can look. – You can look. - She murmured softly a few moments later and Aemond turned around almost at the same moment, seeing her wearing the beautiful white dress that whether he wanted to or not, made him think about how beautiful she would look wearing a wedding dress.

-Do you like it? - She asked, smiling and smoothing the skirt of the dress carefully.

-Really need to ask? - He curved his eyebrow with a look of enchantment, admiring her, then gently taking her hand and turning it around, making the skirt of the dress flow softly around her as he watched her with devotion.

-You're beautiful.

Y/n just laughed throwing her head back as she spun around and felt Aemond's gentle touch against her skin.

-What are you thinking about? - She whispered with her lips smiling close to his ear, hugging him closer and closer.

-How beautiful you'll look wearing a wedding dress for me. - He murmured against her hair, hugging her back and pulling her towards him, making Y/n smile even more against his neck.

-And you? - He whispered back to her. - What are you thinking about?

-How much I love you. - She murmured, kissing his neck softly. - How much I want to marry you soon, to be yours forever.

-You're mine forever. - He whispered, brushing his lips against hers. - Love you. - He murmured before finally kissing her properly, drawing a sigh from Y/n's lips and making her almost melt against his arms.

-I miss you. - Aemond sighed against her ear, pulling her closer and closer until they both fell onto his made bed.

-Me too. - Y/n mounted him, placing one leg on each side and kissing him languidly while Aemond moved his hands up and down her back, waist and hips, squeezing her with devotion.

In pure affection and adoration, he undid the satin ties that held the dress to her shoulders, gently pulling it down little by little, exposing Y/n's beautiful skin, on which he distributed soft kisses.

-So beautiful, my love. - He sighed, putting his head between her breasts. - So beautiful to me.

-Wait… - She gasped under his touch, making Aemond stop kissing and look at her confused.

-You're going to wrinkle my new dress. - Y/n complained, making him laugh softly in a nasal way, supporting himself on the mattress with his hands while she got up and finished taking off her dress, folding it carefully and placing it on top of the stuffed bear.

-Protecting those poor innocent eyes? - Aemond joked since Y/n always covered Mr. Bunny's eyes when they made love in her room, while he pulled her by the thighs to climb on top of him again, making her roll her eyes, pulling the hem of his shirt and throwing it carelessly on the bed.

The two rolled around in the sheets lost in each other's touch, Aemond didn't even realize when he had taken off his pants, but he knew he was only in his underwear between Y/n's legs, who was completely naked for him, while he kissed her more and more deeply.

-Be careful, they are a bit sensitive. - Y/n sighed when he kissed her breasts, and Aemond nodded gently, kissing her even more.

Y/n panted and sighed, every touch from Aemond was a wave of happiness in her body and she was always yearning for more. Her back arched against the sheets amidst slight tremors of pleasure as Aemond tortured her with his mouth between her thighs, occasionally murmuring dirty things, or how much he loved her, making her throw her head back in ecstasy, feeling her legs tremble on the verge of climax.

Lost amidst the euphoria, neither of them heard the sound of the door opening and the light footsteps entering the room. It was there, at that moment that suddenly everything went to hell as the door to Aemond's room opened without warning and Alicent entered distractedly calling him.

-Aemond, your father asked… - She didn't finish the question before emitting a horrified scream that echoed through the walls of the room, when she saw her son between Y/n's legs while the girl was lying among the pillows with her eyes closed and clinging to him.

Aemond instantly got off of Y/n while trying to cover both of their nakedness with a sheet as fast as he could, hiding Y/n's body behind his own. The two of them looked scared like two deer caught in the headlights, motionless and unable to form a word that made sense.

-Mom… what. - Aemond could barely form a coherent sentence, his heart racing in panic while he could feel Y/n's heart racing against his back. - Both of us… we..

-By the Gods, everyone told me something was wrong, everyone did. - Alicent scolded with bloodshot eyes and her hands resting on her head looking in the direction of the two. - But I said no.

-Aunt. - Y/n cried to Alicent wrapped in Aemond's sheets, still hidden behind his body trying to hide her own nakedness.

-Don't call me aunt! I took you in as a daughter when you were nothing more than a poisonous viper. - Alicent screamed lividly, going towards the bed and stopping when she saw the dress and the teddy bear on the table, her eyes burning even more with anger at that moment.

Aemond didn't even get dressed, he just grabbed the shirt that Y/n had thrown on the bed moments ago, and with trembling hands he put it over his cousin's head trying to preserve it, while she shrank closer and closer to him, barely able to move to put on her panties under the sheets with Alicent's shrill screams echoing through the room.

-This is an affront to the seven, an affront to our family! - Alicent screamed louder and louder. - Do you have the slightest idea what would happen if someone found out about this?

-Aemond, my son, how could you let yourself be corrupted by this… this… tramp! - Her voice dripped venom and anger.

Y/n felt those words as if they were a slap in her face. Her sweet aunt, who had taken such good care of her throughout her life, looking at her with disgust, as if she were the lowest trash she had ever seen in her life, and addressing her in such a cruel way.

-That's enough, mother! - Aemond hissed back with a deadly look, putting on the pants that were thrown on the floor, briefly moving away from Y/n to do so. - You're not going to talk about her like that!

Alicent found herself even more horrified, if that was possible. Aemond had never raised his voice to her in his entire life. Never, not once had he done anything other than obey. And now here he was, yelling at her while standing in front of Y/n defensively.

Y/n in turn felt exposed, barely able to move on the bed, tightly holding onto Aemond's arm, who was standing in front of her, staring at her mother. The once safe environment of the room now felt cold and hateful, with the walls seeming to compact on them with each passing second.

-Get your hands off him, you manipulative snake! - Alicent shouted angrily, walking quickly towards the bed and pulling Y/n's arm tightly away from Aemond's protective touch, pulling her out of the bed, making Y/n squeal with the sudden pull, trying to move her arm away. from the angry touch of the aunt.

-Don't touch her! - Aemond shouted, trying to make Alicent let go of Y/n, his hands were shaking as were his lips.

-Auntie… please stop it! - Y/n begged through tears, feeling Alicent's unshakable grip compressing her arm as the older woman tried to pull her away from Aemond, who in turn tried to hold his mother in desperation.

-What in the seven hells is happening here? - Viserys' voice thundered through the room, leaving everything suddenly silent, making Alicent finally let go of Y/n's arm, who was hugged by Aemond at the same time as the two walked away from Alicent, trembling and with frightened eyes.

-Viserys, this girl has desecrated our home! - Alicent screeched, going towards her husband with bloodshot eyes. - You don't know the filthy act that I witnessed when I entered this room!

Viserys barely breathed as he looked in the direction of Aemond and Y/n, finding them half-naked, she only wearing Aemond's shirt and panties and he only wearing his pants still unbuttoned. Both disheveled and clinging to each other, Y/n crying and Aemond looking on the verge of tears as he hovered in front of Y/n protectively. The messy bed further evidenced what kind of unholy activities Alicent was referring to.

-What did you two do. - Viserys muttered tiredly, bringing his hand to his forehead and then sliding it to the bridge of his nose, his tone not a question, it was almost a disgusted statement.

-It was her! - Alicent scolded. - She did! I shouldn't have accepted this idea of yours of bringing this girl here knowing who her father is! She corrupted my son!

-That's enough mom! - Aemond shouted again when he heard her talk that way about Y/n and when he felt his cousin sobbing softly against his skin. -Father, that's not true. - He looked very seriously at Viserys.

-Madam, is everything ok here? - A maid's voice echoed through the hallway, making Alicent's eyes widen and she practically ran towards the door, slamming it hard.

-Get out of here! - She shouted at the woman before she reached the bedroom door. - I don't want anyone out of the kitchen until further notice, anyone who leaves there without being called will be thrown into the street!

-Alicent… do you think it's sensible… - Viserys started but was interrupted by her at the same moment.

-What is sensible, Viserys? Let the employees see this depravity and go around spreading what happened here everywhere? - She scoffed rolling her eyes at her husband. - No, absolutely not! I will not let Aemond be tarnished like this in front of everyone!

-For the love of the gods, Alicent, let's at least talk about this somewhere else. - Viserys said, looking around where the dress Y/n had worn to dinner was still visible discarded on the floor next to the table, as well as the strong smell still present in the air in the stuffy room.

Alicent's eyes went in the same direction as Viserys', hovering again over the white dress and the teddy bear, which she clutched tightly under the watchful eye of Aemond, who was still paralyzed on the other side of the room, holding Y/n tightly against him.

Y/n only had time to put on a pair of shorts and Aemond a shirt, before they were taken by the elders to Viserys' office, both without making a sound, just holding on to each other exchanging frightened looks, feeling a weight so heavy in their hearts that it almost suffocated them both.

The path to the office seemed to be hundreds of miles long while the ground beneath them seemed to burn them as much as Alicent's glare against their backs, the sound of the door closing behind them sounded more like the sound of a saddle than anything else in the world.

-When did this start? - Viserys finally asked firmly, looking at the two very seriously with Alicent at his side.

-Father, it wasn't like that my mother is making it out to be. - Aemond took the lead, taking a deep breath before caressing Y/n's arm protectively. - It's not a dirty thing… it's not like that… we… - He took another breath before continuing. - We both love each other, father. I love Y/n. I always did.

There was no uncertainty in Aemond's voice, much less in his gaze. Everything about him emanated determination and strength, as he openly declared his love and tried to reassure Y/n through soft touches.

-We were going to tell the truth eventually. -He murmured, pulling Y/n even closer to him. - Father, I want to marry Y/n.

Alicent thought she was going to die when she heard those words. The pieces slowly fell into place in Alicent's head as she looked from the two of them to the white dress and that damn bear she had brought with her. The gifts he had brought for her from his trip, and without blinking she threw both into the fireplace, covering the room with the smell of burnt fabric.

-No! - Y/n screamed, running towards the fireplace, grabbing the poker in an attempt to pull what was left of the beautiful dress and the bear away from the fire, but it was too late. The flames had already consumed everything they touched.

Tears ran down her face uncontrollably as a horrible feeling of nausea made her stomach churn with bile rising in her throat. Aemond's arms wrapped around her, holding her in the midst of her broken sobs. His voice said something softly in an attempt to calm her, but she could barely hear him, too lost in the feeling of pain and fear. She could barely speak, mute with panic.

-You will only marry her over my dead body, Aemond! - She shouted, glaring at them both. - I will not let you disgrace your name and ours!

-I don't care about my name! I don't care about any of that! I will marry Y/n, whether you like it or not! - He shouted, standing up from his cousin's side and walking towards his parents in a rage, making the room fall into a deadly silence, only Y/n's sobs being heard.

-Hey, what's going on? Where's everybody? - Aegon's relaxed voice came down the hallway, muffled by the door, which soon opened and revealed him smiling. The smile slowly faded from his face when he saw Y/n with bloodshot eyes crying while Aemond had a look that made it seem like he was being slaughtered alive.

-Shit. - He muttered motionless in the doorway, making his mother's look of fury turn to him, with the realization that the oldest was already aware of these facts.

-Did you know about this? - Alicent shouted, making Aegon flinch under his mother's shrill voice, and under the burning slap she delivered to his left cheek. - You idiot!

-Where did I go wrong in creating you? - She scolded more than angrily, looking like she was about to explode with fury. - What did I do to deserve this?

-Alicent, the best thing now is to stay calm to resolve all this and…

-Not! - She interrupted Viserys strongly again. - Viserys, I will not tolerate this! I demand that something be done about this immediately!

-And what do you expect me to do? - He asked tiredly, looking from his wife to his children and niece. Aegon further away, watching everything with a glazed look, and Aemond and Y/n hugged each other, slightly trembling with scared eyes.

-I want her out of my house right now! Far away from my children! - The older woman looked even more angrily in direction where Y/n was next to Aemond.

-Wife Y/n is under our guardianship until she is 22 years old, we cannot simply send her away. - Viserys murmured thoughtfully. - Unless we send her to stay with her father in Pentos.

Y/n and Aemond's eyes widened simultaneously upon hearing that. Pentos was miles away, even by plane, it would take weeks for them to be able to see each other in person again, even if they were in hiding.

Alicent, on the other hand, scoffed at her husband's idea, putting her hands on her hips as she spoke.

-Sending her to stay in that den of perversion with that demon of a father will only make things worse! - Alicent and Viserys spoke as if the rest of them weren't in the room, as if they weren't deciding the future they had dreamed of and planned for without their consent.

-Then what do you suggest? - Viserys asked and Y/n and Aemond held their breath.

-I want her to spend some time in Old Town. - Alicent demanded firmly, staring at her husband. - The conservatory of the septas will help her regain her composure and dignity.

-What? No! - Y/n squealed in panic when she heard those words. - No, please, aunt, I don't want to go there! My whole life is here! - And unconsciously she looked at Aemond as she said those words, irritating Alicent even more.

-Viserys either you send her to Old Town until dawn or I leave this house! - She hissed in the direction of her husband, who seemed to be on the verge of a heart attack.

-Uncle… uncle, please. - She begged, crying and walking towards her uncle, taking his hands in hers as she always did when she wanted to ask him for something. - Please, don't let her do this to me… Please!

-Y/n, my dear, you know I love you, but I can't leave things this way. Maybe it would be good for both of you to take some time apart. You are still too young to make such important decisions that could change both of your lives forever. - He muttered in an exhausted voice, looking from Y/n to Aemond. - You are too young for all this. You shouldn't even be involved in this kind of relationship yet!

-Father, by the gods, don't do this! - Aemond finally came to his senses after the shock that his mother's words caused him, practically begging, while he felt a pain so strong that it was almost physical when he saw the desperation in Y/n's eyes. - By the Gods… I swear I won't touch her again… I swear. Please don’t do that.

-Aemond… - Viserys barely had time to finish and the younger had already interrupted him, his eyes wide with fear.

-It only happened once! - Aemond lied, his eyes shining with unshed tears, aware that neither his father, much less his mother, believed it. - It was only once! I… I promise it won't happen again, please let her stay.

-You're blatantly lying to me, Aemond! - Alicent screeched. - You've been lying for who knows how long! And it's all because of her influence!

-It's my fault! - He screamed in despair, his hands on his head. - It was me! I asked to sleep with her, it was all my idea, she was innocent until I started all this, I swear… she didn't even know what she was doing. I forced myself on her! - He hissed on the verge of tears. - Punish me, not her! Please, father!

-No! - Y/n screamed with a high-pitched voice in horror through tears upon hearing Aemond say those things and upon seeing Viserys' disappointed look in his direction.

-No, no, no! Uncle, that's not true! Stop saying things like that! - She held Aemond's face between her palms, looking at him in despair. - You can't say those things, Aemond!

-I can't let them do this to you. - He murmured, staring at her with teary eyes filled with pain.

-Not saying things like that about yourself. - She sobbed, bringing her hand to his face.

-That's enough! - Alicent shouted angrily. - There's no decision to be made, Y/n is going to Old Town! It's already decided!

There was no more waiting, no more warnings, Y/n couldn't even go to her own room to pack her bags. Even when the two begged for her to be taken to Pentos, Alicent would not accept, Y/n was only sent to Old Town in the early hours of that day, before dawn was complete. She didn't even go to the airport to avoid even more gossip, she left by helicopter from the mansion's gardens.

She and Aemond didn't want to let go of each other, and they had to call Criston, one of the security guards, to hold Aemond while Harold, the general head of security, took Y/n to the helicopter while she cried copiously, hugging herself, feeling her heart tearing more and more with each step she took further away from Aemond.

To Alicent's complete and utter disgust, Aemond broke free from Criston, ran to Y/n, and without even being embarrassed by that perversion in public, he pulled her into a kiss in the middle of the gardens.

Y/n, when she saw him running towards her, immediately let go of Harold to throw herself into Aemond's arms one last time, and return the most painful kiss the two had ever shared in their lives.

Tears of pure pain ran down their faces and the kiss tasted of sadness and salt. Their hearts were broken with pure, sharp pain, their trembling lips slowly parting as more tears flowed.

-I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. - He murmured with a voice full of pain, holding her tightly against him.

-It's not your fault, Aem. - She sniffled, her eyes bloodshot with tears, trying to contain her tears, but failing and feeling her emotions completely out of control.

-I love you. - Aemond declared, leaning his forehead against hers and closing his eyes as the tears fell, unable to bear looking at Y/n's eyes full of pain and tears staring back at him. - Forever.

-I love you too, Aem. - She replied amidst her sobs, almost brushing her trembling lips against his again, feeling that she had only not collapsed right there because his arms were holding her. - Forever.

-Viserys! - Alicent's shrill scream came from behind them and they were both forced to let go of each other, with Y/n being carried by Harold, bursting into tears towards the helicopter, while Criston held Aemond firmly by the shoulders to prevent him from running to her again.

Aemond's knees gradually weakened as Harold guided her towards the helicopter. When the aircraft finally took off, he barely felt it when he collapsed onto the lawn of the garden, while he watched Y/n disappear like just another dot in the immensity of stars in the sky.

The universe around him seemed to go silent at that moment, or maybe his ears had gone deaf. Aemond couldn't say which, the only thing he knew at that moment was that a part of him seemed to have died.

He didn't know if minutes or hours had passed when he felt someone's hands pulling him up, and when he looked back he found Aegon staring at him with eyes full of pity next to Criston who was staring at the ground.

-Come with me, brother. - Aegon pulled him firmly. - It's starting to rain.

Aemond didn’t want it. He never wanted to move again in his life, he wanted to stay there, motionless, until she returned to his arms. But he was so numb from the pain that he barely felt when Aegon and Criston practically dragged him into the mansion again.

Aemond felt shattered, his vision blurred, his lips trembling, he could barely see the path in front of him. His eyes only came back into focus when they passed through the upstairs hallway and he saw the door to Y/n's room open. Letting go of both of them at the same moment and entering furiously when he saw his mother removing all her things and placing them in boxes on the bed.

-What are you doing? - Aemond hissed in pure despair when he saw her tearing each of Y/n's drawings from the mural, crumpling them and throwing them away like trash.

-All this wicked story ends now! - Alicent screamed lividly, staring at him. - It's over! You'll never see her again! Not if I can prevent it.

-I don't care if days pass, weeks, months, fucking decades pass! - He yelled back with wild eyes. - I'll still love her!

-Don't ever say that word again! - Alicent hissed even more furiously than before, taking firm steps towards her son. - Never again, Aemond! Love is something sacred, something that comes from the seven! That's not love, it's a terrible sin!

-So I don't want to have anything sacred! - He shouted, walking around the room, feeling suffocated by Y/n's presence that emanated from every little thing in that place. - I just want to have her! That's the only thing I want!

-That's enough! - A slap stung Aemond's cheek at that same moment, making him look at his mother even more painfully. - This will all go in the trash! And you'll forget all about this story, Aemond!

-Father! - Aemond shouted, going towards Viserys, completely exasperated, his eyes bloodshot and his hands shaking, as soon as he saw him stop at the bedroom door. - You can't let her do that!

-Aemond… - He began, being interrupted by his son's uncontrolled voice.

-These are Y/n's things. Her things! – Aemond practically screamed. - My mother can't just throw all this away, I won't allow it!

-Cole, take my son to his room. - Viserys asked the security guard very seriously, making Aemond even angrier.

-Could you listen to me at least once in your life, father? - He shouted furiously, walking in the opposite direction, feeling his heart ache when he saw the lilac dress that Y/n liked so much thrown on the floor, completely crumpled.

-I'm begging you… - He looked away from the lilac fabric to his father, his eyes shining with sadness and tears. - Please.. don't do that to her things.

-Alicent… - Viserys looked very seriously at his wife, feeling his son's anguish in the midst of all that. - That's enough for today, leave Y/n's things where they are.

-Viserys… - Alicent looked at him in denial.

-At least for now. - He muttered. - It's happened enough for today, look at the state the boy is in!

Aemond's eyes ran around the room until they landed on something very specific thrown carelessly on the bed. The notebook. The notebook with the drawing of the house. Aemond couldn't lose it. And while his mother wasn't looking too distracted arguing with Viserys, he quickly opened it and tore out the page with the drawing of the future of the two together, tucking it into the waistband of his pants anyhow. With pain in his heart he had to leave the rest behind, but at least the most important of all was safe.

-No one is going to touch Y/n's things for now! - Viserys gave the final word seriously, then grumbled in Aemond's direction, nodding his head towards the door. - Now go to your room, Aemond.

Still feeling torn apart, Aemond took a deep breath with at least a small drop of temporary relief. Aegon and Criston were still at the door, watching everything, but Aemond didn't stop. He just walked past them and went towards his own room next door, slamming it hard behind him, feeling almost collapse when he found the scene of his worst nightmare once again before his eyes.

The sun was shining through the window, but Aemond didn't even feel able to feel its heat. Nothing seemed to be able to warm him from the cold that had contaminated his soul that night. He didn't know how long he had been sitting on the floor when he reached into his pants and pulled out the slightly crumpled paper and stared at it, feeling the pain ravage him once again when he saw the beautiful dream drawn there.

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The days passed and Aemond felt more and more overcome by pain. It was as if someone had come and, without warning, cut his body in half and dragged one of the parts away. He barely ate, and refused to leave the room for anything. Also refusing to let them take the sheets off the bed, the smell of her perfume was still ingrained in them and it seemed to be the only thing capable of making him sleep even for a few minutes, just to dream about Y/n and wake up feeling still worse.

-Aemond I asked them to make potato rosti for dinner. - Aegon murmured near the bed, looking at him with a frown. - Eat some, it's your favorite.

-I don't want it. - He murmured without even looking in his brother's direction. Just the thought of food made his stomach turn, memories of Y/n laughing while eating, always saying that she needed even more cheese no matter how much she already had, made him want to never eat that again in his life.

Two days later, Helaena appeared in his room, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking Aemond's hair like she used to do when he was a little boy. For the first time, he looked away from the ceiling and looked someone in the eyes after that night.

-Hi, little brother. - She smiled melancholy, still gently stroking his greasy, messy hair.

-What are you doing here? - Aemond murmured very quietly, his eyes dull and lifeless. - You should be in Dorne.

-Aegon called me, told me what happened. - She sighed, slightly pressing her eyes as she spoke. - He's worried about you, Daeron is too. You need to eat, Aemond. Aegon said you haven't eaten anything for a week.

-I don't want to. - He murmured, moving away from Helaena and returning to the corner of the bed where he always stayed. - I just want them to bring Y/n back home. That's not fair to her.

His eyes were once again lost and unfocused, staring into space while he pressed his nails firmly against his palms, leaving red half-moon-shaped marks on his hands, almost tearing the thin skin.

-Helaena, please… ask them to send me away, anywhere. - Aemond begged without looking at his sister, a tear running down the side of his face to his neck. - I swear I'll go without complaining! I'll even go to Winterfell if our mother wants. But take Y/n away from that place, they can't leave her there alone.

Helaena's heart broke when she saw her sweet brother destroyed like that. And even worse in a way that she couldn't help him. There was no cure for what Aemond was feeling, she couldn't sit there and say that the pain would go away when she could see in his broken eyes that it wouldn't.

-What if she's not eating right? - He sighed melancholy with a trembling voice. - What if she gets anemia like she did when we were children?

The older sister frowned at the irony in that, he was so worried about Y/n's health when he himself was slowly wasting away on that bed.

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-I want to go home! - Y/n shouted to the septa through tears.

-This is your home now, child. The sooner you accept that, the better.

-Call my dad! - She pleaded. - Ask him to come get me!

-Nobody come get you Targaryen! - The woman scolded with a very serious look. - Now eat.

-I'm not hungry. - She muttered, climbing onto the bed without looking at the woman.

-You look at me while I'm talking to you girl! And now eat at once.

Y/n's eyes burned and in pure anger, with a mix of uncontrolled feelings, she threw the plate against the door with all the strength she could muster.

-I don't want to! - She shouted, turning around furiously and facing the woman, feeling a metallic taste in his mouth immediately after the firm slap he received on the cheek.

-If you don't want to eat, then that's fine with me! - The septa glared at her. - No food for a week!

-Screw you! - She shouted back as she heard the door slam behind the older woman.

The days passed and Y/n felt weaker and weaker. She didn't eat, she barely drank water, she just sat on the single bed in the room, staring at the wall with a specific focus on a blurry stain that had probably been made with a blue ink pen. Her stomach churned and the little she ate didn't seem to want to stay inside.

She cried herself to sleep every night, overcome by sadness, and in her dreams Aemond haunted her with his beautiful smile, his gentle touches and his sweet words. Only for her to feel even worse when she woke up the next day, still locked in that place, miles away from him.

The paleness on her face was so visible after a few days that the septa insisted that she eat again, but without success. Her lips, which were once red and lush, were now white and cracked, and this, combined with her dull and lifeless eyes, left her with a ghostly appearance lying motionless on the bed.

A few more days passed and the septa dragged Y/n screaming into the shower, forcing her to take a bath. Y/n only stopped screaming when halfway there she was overcome by such strong dizziness that she almost collapsed on the floor, holding on tightly to the walls to keep from falling.

-You're going straight to the infirmary! - The septa, whose name Y/n hadn't even made a point of memorizing, spoke very seriously, looking at her with wide eyes. - You're clearly anemic because of all this stubbornness.

-I am fine. - She mumbled sleepily, still holding on to the wall. - There's nothing wrong with me, you're not going to take me anywhere.

Feeling a little better after the bath, Y/n lay down on the bed, tightly hugging Aemond's shirt, the only thing she had left of him besides the necklace around his neck. His scent was still there, and she prayed every night that it would never go away, because she would die if she lost that only touch she had left of his love.

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The night was cold and rainy in Kings Landing, the angry water lashed against the windows with such force that it made them seem like small stones, the wind blew furiously against the trees making it seem like it would destroy everything in its path.

Maybe that was why Aemond had finally slept that night after Helaena practically shoved a cup of tea down his throat. The world around him seemed to be just as furious and destructive as he was.

The sleep did not last long, as a few hours later Aemond woke up with sweat running down his body, panting and barely able to breathe as he felt the bile rising in his throat, burning everything in its path. He spent a few moments just standing there on the bed trying to breathe again with his eyes glassy, fearing that if he closed them the horrible vision of his dream would become even more vivid.

He could still see before his eyes, as clearly as the lightning that shone through the windows in the darkness. Y/n alone in a dark room, so thin that her shoulder bones were visible, her sunken eyes full of dark circles, her body curled up as she trembled, screamed and cried tears of bright red blood. The moment she screamed his name, as if asking for help, he woke up.

Goosebumps ran across his skin, and an inexplicable pain took over his entire being to the point that Aemond felt that his bones were painful. He didn't even stop to think for another second, he just got up in bed, still trembling and barely able to stand, heading towards Helaena's room in despair.

He didn't knock on the door, he didn't announce himself, he just staggered inside with glazed eyes.

-Aemond, what's wrong? - Came the soft and worried voice of the older sister, who stood up at the same time and ran to support him.

-Helaena, please. - Aemond looked into his older sister's eyes in despair. - I'm begging you… for a way to talk to someone in that place to know if Y/n is okay. Please, sister.

Seeing the look on the younger's face, totally scared and almost lost in the midst of panic, Helaena couldn't deny it. The day had barely dawned when she called the conservatory in Old Town pretending to be Y/n's stepmother, Laena, and asking about her well-being.

The answer that came from the phone it was simple, but it didn't bring peace to Aemond, who seemed on the verge of a breakdown.

"Your stepdaughter has a very difficult temperament, but she is being treated in the best possible way and is in excellent health."

-There's something wrong, I can feel it, Helaena. - Aemond murmured, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched as he spoke, while watching through the window the torrential rain that continued to fall on the capital.

Helaena just serrated her lips, staring at the youngest, the woman's strange tone didn't convince her at all and she was always excellent at judging people's character. But she would never say that to Aemond, her poor brother shouldn't have this incentive to fall into madness anymore, not after a whole month in that cycle of endless pain that he found himself in.

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The next morning seemed cold, dull and for some reason completely lifeless. The rain had stopped and there wasn't even a breeze outside, the trees were completely stagnant, not even the leaves seemed to be falling. Aemond lay still on the bed, thinking of a thousand ways to do something to see Y/n and snorting slightly when he heard the creak of the door, trying to guess which of his brothers would be there now.

-Hi big bro. - Daeron spoke in a melancholic voice without getting any answers from the older man, who just blinked his eyes, still looking in the same direction.

-Mom and dad had to go out, and I took this from mom's things without her seeing. - Daeron raised his hand in front of Aemond, and his eyes instantly focused on the small key with colorful crystal charms. The key to Y/n's room.

-How did you get this? - He smiled for the first time in days, taking the key from Daeron's hands and sitting up at the same time. Aemond thought about jumping from the balcony of his own room to Y/n's balcony, as he had done hundreds of times before when he slept in Y/n's room and left the next morning, but it would be useless with the window locked.

-Mom wouldn't suspect me, so I picked it up for you. - He shrugged, happy to see the eldest getting up. - I need to put it back when she comes back, so be quick. Hel and Aegon won't be able to keep her out for long.

Aemond walked to the door next to his with trembling hands, barely able to put the keys in the lock. Daeron gave him privacy by standing in the hallway, according to him, keeping watch.

The older man closed the door carefully so as not to make any noise, slowly turning back and feeling his heart burn when he saw Y/n's things thrown out of place again. Every little detail she had put into her room over the years, messed up. He almost froze, not knowing exactly what to do at that moment.

After a few moments of breathing deeply in an attempt to calm himself, Aemond began to gather his favorite drawings that Y/n had already made. With his hands even more trembling, he bent down and took out the drawer of the dressing table, where he knew she kept the photos that the two of them had taken together.

Tears rolled down his face when he touched them and the first one was a photo of the two of them smiling and exchanging a kiss lying on the attic carpet. He couldn't take everything, but at least he would keep this safe with him. No one would destroy his memories with Y/n.

When he was about to leave the room he saw him there, alone lying on the floor at the foot of the bed among some clothes. Mr. Bunny, the worn-out plush toy that Y/n had grown fond of while the two of them were playing house. Feeling a tear roll down his cheek Aemond picked him up from the floor, realizing that her scent was still ingrained in him and almost losing his breath and suffocating in pain with the memories that came to him at that moment. He could almost hear Y/n's laughter as she rocked the little bunny in her arms, pretending he was her son, and a feeling of irreparable loss crossed his heart, almost leaving him breathless.

He didn't dare leave any of those things in his room at the mansion. While Daeron went to put the keys back in their place, Aemond went down to the garage and carefully put everything in the trunk of the car, where no one would suspect, where no one would mess with it, locking it right after.

-Thank you. - Aemond muttered looking at the floor when he found Daeron sitting on the counter in the living room.

-We're brothers. - He shrugged, looking at him with a sad side smile. - We look after each other, isn't that what you always say?

-Yes, we are. - A wave of renewed guilt took over Aemond at that exact moment. Aegon, Helaena, and Daeron were taking care of him, but he wasn't taking care of his brothers.

It wasn’t fair that Helaena was missing an entire month of classes to bring him tea in bed every night and make sure he had eaten. It wasn’t fair that Aegon had to skip spending time with Jaehaerys and go over there every day to drag him to the bathroom and make him bathe and shave. It wasn’t fair that Daeron was with deep dark circles under his eyes at such a young age from sitting in an armchair in his room all night monitoring him.

Life wasn't being fair to him, but he wasn't being fair to his brothers by making them go through all this just because he was in pain. His gaze crossed the huge mirror on the counter in which Daeron stood perched, and for the first time in weeks he noticed how bad he looked, how much more dead than alive he looked. And in contrast to that the look of concern the youngest directed at him made his lungs constrict without oxygen.

-When Helaena and Aegon arrive, tell them I want to talk, ok? - He sighed with a tired voice, looking away, no longer able to look at the youngest and then heading up the stairs.

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Aemond felt like hours had passed when finally the bedroom door opened and his brothers entered with visible concern in their eyes. It was then that he noticed how tired Helaena looked and how Aegon, always calm, looked tense as he stared at him as if he were a bomb ready to explode.

-Helaena, you need to go back to college. - He sat straighter in the chair as he spoke while trying to keep his voice steady after so many days of speaking only what was necessary, feeling his throat scratching with each word.

-I thought about this a lot today, you are all exhausted and it is my fault! - He murmured, staring at them intently. - I didn't want things to be like this, you don't deserve them to be like this.

-Aemond, none of us are going anywhere. You need us! - Helaena bowed her head to the side in worry.

-I'll be fine, sister. I swear to you that I already feel better. - He lied, looking down at the floor.

-You are not well and I can feel it! - The oldest shook her head, approaching the bed. - I see how you look every time our mother comes here to talk to you. Why do you think I'm here, Aemond? I won't leave you alone!

Helaena held his hands tightly between hers.

-You need me, you need us by your side. - She nodded to Daeron and Aegon who were further back, equally worried.

-If I leave here, will you go back to Dorne? - He asked reluctantly. - It's not fair, Helaena, it only makes me feel worse.

-And where are you going? - She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

-You can stay in the apartment you bought a few months ago. - Aegon suggested with a shrug. - It's below mine, you won't have any problems with the change and you can see Jaehaerys whenever you want.

The mere mention of the apartment almost made him break down, Y/n hadn't even gotten to see the apartment, and he was going to surprise her on the day of the prom. Maybe it was better this way, he would never be able to enter it if she had already been there.

-That's it… - He murmured, barely looking at Helaena so she wouldn't see the tears welling up in his eyes at that mere thought. - But please, sister, go back to Dorne. It will bring me more joy than anything else right now.

-Will you go back to college? - She looked at him melancholy, sweetly stroking his hair that was washed, but dry and unkempt.

-No, I… I can't do that right now. - He sighed. - But I will eat, bathe and sleep from time to time. - He rolled his eyes, not really planning to do any of those things, but Helaena didn't need to know that.

-I'll keep an eye on him. - Aegon murmured to Helaena as the two walked away from him along with Daeron, and Aemond rolled his eyes at them treating him like a three-year-old child. After much reluctance and discussion, Helaena finally agreed to return to Dorne five days later.

But a week after the oldest's departure, Aemond still hadn't moved. Every day Daeron and Aegon talked about it with him, and every day he avoided leaving his room as always. Feeling like he didn't have the energy to get up from that bed, barely able to breathe at the thought of leaving the house, leaving the memories, that even darkened by all the pain of the last few weeks, he had there with Y/n.

Thoughts gnawed at Aemond's mind as he hugged the faded blue scarf that Y/n had used to cover the floor dozens of times while they had a picnic. Sometimes he thought that if he stayed quiet enough he could hear her voice echoing through the room, and sometimes he thought he was going crazy because of it.

The sound of the door opening woke him from his thoughts and he quickly put the scarf under his pillow.

-Not today, Aegon… we can talk about this tomorrow. - He muttered without even looking at the door.

-It's not Aegon. - Alicent's voice sounded through the room, making him sit up straight on the bed when he saw her. His mother came every day, but only at night; it was still too early for her to be there.

-I'm worried, Aemond. - She sighed, slowly approaching the bed. - Are you thinking of dropping out of college for such a vile reason?

-I have no desire to continue. - He practically whispered, looking in another direction. - There's no point in continuing.

-Aemond, do you realize what you're saying? - Alicent raised her tone an octave as she spoke.

- Do you think this kind of reaction is healthy? This is all a mistake, she contaminated you with her and her father's dirt, but I have the solution. - She spoke quickly, barely giving Aemond a chance to reply.

-You're going to talk to the septon. I've already talked to him, explained the whole situation, he'll help you resolve all of this and put your mind in the right place. - She smiled, holding his hand, but Aemond pulled it away at the same time, his eyes wide.

-I'm not going to any septon! - He glared at her angrily. - My mind is in perfect condition, but yours isn't if you think this will change the way I feel about her!

-Aemond, I've already heard all this and I'm already tired of all this nonsense! - The eldest stood up impatiently with her hands on her hips.

-But I decided to be kind to you and give you some encouragement… - She looked at him in a strange way that made Aemond feel like a small beetle under a magnifying glass.

-If you go back to college and consider talking to the septon, I might consider letting her return to Kings Landing. - Alicent murmured very seriously and Aemond looked back at her, suddenly very interested.

-Are you serious about this? - He asked, standing up and walking towards his mother apprehensively, almost getting lost in the middle of the words.

-Very serious. - Alicent looked him in the eyes and lied. - If you do that, I might think about letting her come back, obviously you'll be away from each other, but she might come back.

Aemond's heart burned in his chest at that idea, he would never consider talking to a septon, as if what he and Y/n had was something wrong and dirty. And the mere idea of going back to college among all those people made him sick, but if that could maybe make his mother let her go back, even if he couldn't get close to her, that's what he would do.

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Shortly after that day, Aemond returned to college, barely looking at anyone who spoke to him. And fulfilling his mother's demands, he began to go to the septon every week to have a conversation, where the man would talk for hours about the problem of the sinful act he had been involved in and how much it was repudiated by the seven.

Aemond would leave the sept with his head throbbing with pain and feeling almost zombified every time, barely able to hear the thoughts in his own mind while waves of repulsion ran through his body, almost making him vomit.

After all that, he really left the mansion, taking all his belongings with him this time, since there was no longer any reason to return there periodically, and moved to the apartment below Aegon's, not wanting to be near the college campus and the gossip that was whispered there.

Aemond didn't paint the walls, he didn't put up any pictures, he didn't even choose the furniture. He just asked a decorator to leave the place clean and habitable. It didn't seem right to do it without Y/n, it wouldn't be fun to do it without her. The apartment was how Aemond felt without Y/n, cold and lifeless, without any color to cheer him up. The only thing there that he had chosen was the wooden chest in the corner of the living room, where he kept the memories he had managed to save of Y/n.

Some days in the self-imposed solitude of his apartment, he would find himself talking to Y/n in his mind, almost as if she could hear his voice. Often whispering words he used to whisper in her ears only to himself, the words sounding like an empty echo through the gray and icy walls of the apartment. And almost always as he said them, the Septon's voice echoed in the back of his mind, in a deadly whisper of sinner.

As time passed, the hope that the two would be together again died inside Aemond, giving way to anger and bitterness. And even though he was without hope, he could never give up the things stored in the chest in the living room, he could never stop sitting on the floor and admiring her beauty and sweetness through the photos while he was bathed in the moonlight and the splendor of the hills of Visenya.

Opening that chest was like digging his nails into an open wound, but Aemond could not stop doing it. Deep in his heart there was that spark of hope that one day they would be able to be together, that they would fulfill all their promises, that they would be happy forever together.

Maybe what they said was true, maybe the absence made his heart grow even fonder, because he didn't notice his love for Y/n diminishing as the years passed, it only grew and the desire to be with her grew every day, as did the guilt for such desires.

The voices of his mother and the Septon constantly echoed in his head, telling him how wrong those feelings were, how much the seven would disapprove of a union between cousins.

But even with such thoughts screaming in his mind, Aemond knew well that he would not be strong enough, he knew well that if he laid eyes on Y/n one more time he would not hesitate to jump over the same cliff again, even if he destroyed himself in the process.

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This story will contain fluff; maybe smut and angst- not sure yet!

Note: I was planning on keeping this just for myself so please be nice. I hope you like it! There will definitely be more than this part (don’t know many just yet though)

Chapter 1 - ‘You’re Mine’

It was a warm morning in July. You pulled at your Nike crew socks to fix them after you’d tied the laces of your white sneakers. Popping your AirPods in before heading out the door. You turned the key to lock your apartment and navigated on your phone to Spotify. The volume was too loud, it always was but you wanted to check out for a little. Focus.

You began your run; across a few avenues before hitting 5th Ave. It was your favorite part of the run. The sidewalks were wide, the juxtaposed calm of the busy upper east side raced with your heart. The sun splashing in between scaffolding. You made your way from the 60s into the 70s. At 78th Street you needed to cross to round out the loop.

You stood on the left side, waiting to cross right. You felt as if someone was watching you for some reason, as if you had eyes on you. Your long sleeve Lululemon shirt stuck to your body in sweat. You pulled it up and wiped your forehead with the hem. The pull showed your toned stomach reflecting in the sun. You sponged up a bead of sweat that raced down your long tan legs with your Nike running shorts that slit high on the sides. You tried to breathe as slow as you could and turned the music down as you stepped into the crosswalk. Your Isabel Marant hat covered your eyes slightly blocking your vision as you gazed at the ground but found yourself staring at an odd amount of designer sneakers standing at the opposite corner. In what felt like hours of inspection, actually fleeting seconds, you got closer to them. You deduced it was a group of men, given the size, styles… You’d be lying if you didn’t judge men by their choice of shoes often. Style mattered to you. Not necessarily brands or the price of something but the care someone put into how they presented themselves was important. You glanced up quickly clocking a group of 6 or so men around your age. Your heart faltered at the image so you kept your head down. Like a child, you told yourself if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you. As you stepped up onto the sidewalk, the group now unbelievably close, you snaked through the other people waiting to cross the street to go further uptown. You lowered your headphones volume again…almost to a pause. You overheard the group talking; they were loud. Not obnoxious, they just were goofing around with friends. You clocked the distinct accent almost immediately. It was so specific, it was also so random. What are the odds you hear a Liverpool accent behind you. Sure not 0% considering you were on fifth avenue in New York City but your interest definitely peaked. You had a soft spot for the English city. You loved the people in Liverpool. You went to Liverpool every year, maybe even more often than that with your dad. It was special to you.

The first time you went to Liverpool was just to go to a football game with your Dad. Was it a little frivolous to travel to another country for a game, absolutely, but it was a lot of fun too. You always had an amazing time visiting your Dad’s native country and over time, like he was, became slightly attached emotionally to Liverpool Football Club. You followed from the US waking up early on weekend mornings to watch. It didn’t hurt that the team was cute. Not bad people to follow on Instagram. You found it easy to develop a crush on people you didn’t know. You could build them up, make them apologize for things they never did, deliver on every whim of yours all from the comfort of your head, sitting on your bed. You’d listen to the team’s interviews and memorize the annunciation or stress placed on certain syllables in their varied accents. You’d be quick to zoom in on Instagram holiday photos trying to deduce if they were with women or where they might be. It was addicting. It was also harmless, they didn’t know you, you didn’t know them but god, would you want to. Although you wanted to know one particular player. Get to know his face in real life. You wanted to get lost in those dark brown eyes, wanted them to flirt with you. He was beautiful. Like genuinely and objectively beautiful. There were a lot of physical traits about him that made your head spin, your heart race, you just wanted to lick and yet… you’d never exist in that world, holding his gaze, his world.

The accents rang in your ears as you pulled one headphone out to eavesdrop a little, smiling at the familiarity and intricacy of words. You turned your head slightly back to the left looking to find the crosswalk counting down to see when you could start your run again. Before your eyes could land on the descending numbers flashing, your view was obstructed and found yourself looking directly into someone’s eyes. There was a glimmer in the strangers eyes, a warm honey hue. You snapped your gaze, looking back down at your sneakers immediately in shock. ‘What the fucks’ flew around in your head. You could feel he was still staring at you and you weren’t exactly sure what to do. Caged on the sidewalk; unable to cross as the cars proceeded to pass and unable to back away with the people waiting behind you. You laughed in your head at how ridiculous you were being about simple eye contact. ‘This is a complete stranger… relax’ you told yourself. When you mustered up the courage to pick your eyes up and your heart off the floor you got lost. Those eyes. You squint your eyes under your hat questioning what the hell was happening. There he was… in the flesh.. looking at you. He looked angel like. His skin soft, placing his hand on his forehead over his eyes to block the sun to take a closer look back at you. His amber smell wafted towards you. He was all consuming. You felt crazy. What honestly was happening. His plump lips pulled at the corner revealing the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. It sank in your stomach that this stranger wasn’t a stranger at all. An internet obsession genuinely was stood in front of you. You couldn’t help but smile back. A panicked confidence came over you. It was innate, instinctual, you had to; you reached out your arm and lightly grabbed at his. He looked at you slightly surprised but also smug. He knew he had a gravitational pull on people and he was not particularly upset that it worked on people that looked like you too. You felt the words slipping out from your lips but a static fuzz filled your brain.

“Sorry, are you Trent Alexander Arnold?” You already knew the answer.

His smile got bigger, he seemed flattered. He looked at you with sincerity. And then he spoke…

“Yeah, and you are?” His voice laced with his accent was smooth, heavy, beautiful.

You started to question your decision. Why did you say anything to begin with, you had nothing to say to him. You realized quickly your hand was still on him as he stared down at it. You rolled your eyes a little embarrassed and slowly pulled it down his arm. He was intrigued. Despite the internal chaos ensuing inside of you, you presented incredibly calm, smooth, and as your hand brushed over his, pulling back to your side, sexy. He stared at your collar bones and the dip in your throat, a drop of sweat ran down your tan skin. He studied its path. Watching it trace over the bone and then over a little scar, he observed it absorb into your top. He was embarrassed in his own mind that he wanted to watch the sweat keep rolling down your body, sans shirt.

“Y/N” you spoke quietly.

“This is kind of mad to run into you here, you know?” You babbled and he looked amused at the speed of your words as you continued. “I have been in Liverpool a lot, I guess just England in general a lot and never could imagine running into someone like you and definitely didn’t think I’d ever be here.”

“Yeah? Someone like me?” He asked.

It was flirty. Suggestive. Was he flirting with you? Maybe he was just being nice but you couldn’t stop your thoughts from running wild staring at the veins on his hands.

“What you doing over in Liverpool” he questioned you with a raised brow.

“Oh, erm” you weren’t sure how to phrase this. You were a fan, nothing wrong with that but you also didn’t want to freak him out.

“My dad’s from England so we go a lot and I follow the prem, I guess…We usually go to a game or two up north every year..” you explained. He seemed calmed by your honesty.

“See anything of interest up north?” your breath hitched at his words and his eyes boring back at you. You laughed a little, he was more charismatic than you maybe ever gave him credit for. Definitely reserved and quiet but he was entertaining the conversation pushing it in a direction you thought that you must’ve been dreaming.

“Had my eyes on something at Anfield, sure” you smirked. He watched your pink lips curl. It was enticing, he licked over his top lip then his bottom in response and hummed.

“Where are you staying?” you stopped his thoughts. “Sorry, you don’t have to ans…” you awkwardly tried to not pry.

“The Plaza” he cut you off. You returned his smile at the fact that he had been staying in such close proximity; right under your nose, blissfully unaware.

“Best area.” You spoke again. “Upper East Side will always be it for me but I’m biased because I live here.” You held your hands up in innocence.

“You live near here?” he asked, taking a small step towards you. His body so close to yours.

“A few blocks down and over on Park Ave” you pointed ambiguously, telling him. His eyes traced your body intently. It very quickly washed over you how sweaty you were. This isn’t the way you’d ideally want to look meeting someone you fancied, let alone him.

“I swear I don’t always look like this” you paused, shaking your head “it’s hot” you laughed defending your appearance.

“It is hot” he echoed cheekily, not talking about the weather anymore taking in every inch of your body in front of him.

“I would’ve really preferred having you see me in something else.” Your words were unintentionally suggestive. You slowly shut your eyes hoping he didn’t take your comment the wrong way. His mouth gaped open a little as he laughed

“Oh yeah?” He mocked you. His tease was endearing though.

“How long are you here for?” You needed to change the topic before you passed out from his intense gaze on you.

“Few more days...” he spoke, turning his head up to look at the street. The crosswalk sign had changed to’ walk.’ You felt your heart sink as your little interaction with Trent was going to end. One of the boys from his group walked by you two pinching in between Trent’s shoulder and neck. He winced at the feeling and the boy gave him a knowing look meeting back with the rest of the group. The boys crossed the street, you were stuck watching them so you failed to realize that Trent hadn’t budged. He returned his eyes to you and smiled softly. It made your heart flutter that he maybe still wanted to talk to you. In a panic to keep the conversation alive you blurted out an unsolicited offer without thinking…

“While you’re here, if you need someone to go out with, or just even need recommendations you should hit me up” Your face pulled into a childish grin. His eyes widened at your forwardness. You honestly were surprised at yourself too.

“I don’t really know you though, do I?” He questioned back at you.

You felt a little sick, a little stupid for maybe misreading the situation and conversation. You shyly laughed and rolled your eyes again embarrassed. This whole thing was ridiculous.

“Yeah, well… I don’t really know you either do I?” You mocked his question.

“You do though.” He leaned in a little closer to you.

“No” you paused at his face's closeness. “I don’t know you, I know your name and your face. That’s not really knowing someone is it?” He smirked at your rational. “And honestly, with that, it's only to your benefit. You’re going into this with the upper hand. You already know I think you’re attractive.” You should’ve thought your sentence through a little more but you were caught in the moment.

“Really? I didn’t know I knew that” he quipped.

He was funny, you’ll give him that. Your faux confidence was already dwindling preparing for him to turn you down. Letting a stranger down, rejecting a pass must be awkward and hard for him to do. Although he probably had a lot of practice doing it, his response wasn’t what you’d expected. It just about stopped your heart.

“And what if you knew I thought you were attractive” he almost whispered. It was sexy. Your brow furrowed genuinely because you had believed he was about to reject you.

“Are you sure?” you asked so quickly looking up at him in confusion. He thought your ignorance was cute.

“Yeah, I’ve got eyes haven’t I? I can see what’s in front of me. You caught my eye across the street before you even snuck your way next to me” You blushed at the idea he was already looking at you before you even had clocked him. You felt like someone might’ve been watching earlier but you couldn’t have dreamed it would be him.

It felt like it happened in slow motion as you watched his hand come closer to you. The back of his knuckle traced your highlighted cheekbone. Goosebumps arose all over your skin. Before he could remove his hand he heard a loud familiar whistle and was thrust back into reality that he was standing on the corner of the street. He gestured to the group he was with to hold on a second.

“Let me take you out tonight” he ask calmly

“You don’t really know me though, do you?” You quickly hit back making a smug face he wasn’t impressed with.

“Let me get to know you then” he cooed. You looked around you as if people might overhear you, like your response was just meant for him.

“Yeah. I’d like that” you said hush.

“Gimme your number” he said as he forced his phone at you. Your eyes stuck watching the group across the street monitoring the situation. Were they staring because of you, because he does this a lot? Or rather never does this? The questions poured into your head but the harsh sun reflecting off his phone into your face brought you back down to earth. You typed your number into his phone, saving your name with a little ‘🗽’ emoji as a contextual reminder and gave him his phone back.

The gears in your mind were still turning. What honestly just happened that you were holding a Liverpool football player's phone. Trent smiled seeing your name and the little emoji.

“Y/N L/N” he repeated.

“That’s me” grinning back.

He placed his phone in his pocket and lifted his arm again and reached to stoke your arm. You shivered at the touch.

You blew some air out your mouth in disbelief at the events unfolding. You weren’t sure what to do with the lull in the conversation now but Trent seemed comfortable in the silence.

“If you’re still heading up fifth, my favorite view of the city skyline is up at the reservoir. You ever been?” You softly suggested. He dragged his hand back up your arm.

“Nah, should I?” he asked. Focused more on the feeling of your skin than your words.

“It’s nice if you have the time. Good for the gram.” You laughed.

“Important” he replied as you stared at his hand continue to stroke your arm

“Very” you confirmed. He rocked backwards a little

“So I’m gonna see you tonight, yeah?” He said looking at your face once more as he dropped his hand from you.

“Yeah, yeah” you responded not totally sure that would actually happen but you were happy with this little conversation to hold in your mind forever. His smell, his gaze on you, saying you were attractive. Even if he was lying, you’d still take it from him. You bite your cheek before speaking again.

“If I don’t see you ” you paused and he looked at you confused. “It was nice to meet you” you said sweetly. He started laughing and shaking his head.

“I’m going to see you, trust me” he winked at you. It felt like you could fall over. Your legs felt like jello.

“Go on then, finish your run” he said tilting his head, gesturing down the avenue you were at.

“Absolutely not. You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you watch me run down the block now” you were embarrassed by the idea of trying to exercise in front of someone who did it for a living.

“I like what I’ve seen so far, don’t deprive me of a nice view” his tone dripping with ideas.

You were shocked at the tone. You liked it. It was sweet and full of suggestion. You wanted to just listen to him talk for hours.

“I’m going to walk this way” you spoke up pointing down the street emphasizing the word ‘walk’ a little teasingly.

“See you, yeah?” He winked.

“Yeah, I trust you” you said, walking a bit away from him.

It felt like leaving a friend but also nothing like that. You craved so much more knowing he wasn’t one. You needed more of him. He was intoxicating, he felt like you took a shot of liquor. You felt light headed, the world blurred around you, giggling to yourself at the feeling in your chest. What the hell was wrong with you. You put your headphones back in and made your way down the street. You started to text your sister about the flirty encounter with the footballer but you didn’t want to jinx anything. Maybe you actually would see him later. That going to happen fell on Trent though; he was the one with your number, he was on his holiday. It didn’t seem likely to happen but he seemed so nice at the very least you’d hope he’d have the courtesy to tell you he couldn’t meet. You looked back towards where he was wanting to relive those minutes over and over again. Your eyes met again. He had his on you still. He squinted trying to follow your path and he smiled.

Trent crossed the street towards the group of boys nonchalantly, he was playing off how smitten he had just become with a complete stranger.

“What the fuck was that?” one of the boys looked at him as Trent embarrassingly bit onto his lip still watching you.

“Yeah, she was fit but like did you need to get the whole life story or…” another boy said.

“Did you know her?” The comments and questions came flooding in from the group confused at the interaction. To answer what you had wondered earlier. No, Trent didn’t do this a lot, igniting more of an inquiry. He kept to himself a lot of the time. Of course he’d get with girls back at home and on holidays and such but right now he was sober, it was in the middle of the day, on the street, and he seemingly was drooling over someone he’d never spoken to before. This was out of character.

“I honestly feel like I know her,” Trent spoke, trying to clear his throat. “Gonna see her tonight,” he informed them. The boys bustled with noise and confusion

“What about our dinner tonight?” Someone questioned

“You’ll figure it out. I’ll meet you after to go to that event.” Trent calmed the group still watching you as you looked back once more at him before turning the corner out of his view. He didn't like that he couldn’t see you anymore. He felt like he needed to study you more. The image of sweat dripping down your body had him down bad. It shouldn’t have affected him like that. He questioned why he was aching for you. He didn’t even know you. He exhaled confused. He could hear your voice replaying in his head. Soft and sweet, was it suggestive? Was he making it up?

“She didn’t even ask for a picture with me, ya know” he spoke quietly towards his brother in the group. Trent didn’t want to look like a melt to his friends so opted to confide in him. With his brothers he couldn’t really embarrass himself; they were so close.

“Maybe she doesn’t care about that,” Trent’s brother Tyler responded. Trent grunted slightly annoyed that you weren’t fawning and falling over him like he’d want. What he didn’t know was that you had actually been nauseous at the sheer idea of speaking with him. Tyler watched his face change.

“That bother you?” He asked. Trent looked back at him unsure.

“Don’t know… just not sure why I feel like this. Like I thought she was into me but the more I think about it” he paused reflecting “maybe I was just pushing a narrative in my head. She didn’t exactly seek me out, it was by chance, she was minding her business” his heart hurt a little at the thought.

“You just don’t stand that close to someone you don’t know and aren’t interested in” Tyler quipped back.

“Yeah?” Trent questioned his sincerity.

“She was grossly close to you. Made me a little sick not gonna lie '' a voice from behind them piped up. Their younger brother Marcel wanted in on the conversation, the gossip about the mystery girl was too good to miss.

“She from here?” His brother questioned

“Mmhmm, I felt like I was almost being played because she gave me everything up front. She told me her name, where she lived, about her dad, she follows footie, told me about visiting Anfield and that. Like I couldn’t build a more ideal woman, she’s a dream and she just stood there like she was somehow at a disadvantage.” Trent ranted.

“Oh” the brothers simultaneously echoed. Marcel looked at Tyler a little concerned about Trent’s vulnerability. Trent was independent and smart but it was often on everyone around him minds if people were trying to take advantage of or attempting to use Trent for something.

“She’s been to a game… of yours?” Tyler asked

“I assumed I was there playing. She didn’t really specify”

“The odds of meeting your dream girl like this on the street is mad but then again it’s you Trentski. If you really want to go find out more.. I guess shoot your shot.” Marcel tried to be honest but still support him…

“You think it’s bad to text now?” Trent cautiously asked. His brothers just laughed at him.

“Why are you being like this bro? You’re down so bad already and you don’t even know her. What did she do to you!” They exclaimed, clinging to each other continuing to give Trent shit for his lack of confidence.

“What am I doing?” Trent felt ridiculous; where did his conviction go? He needed to not let you get this in his head. Yet the only thing playing in his mind were images of you.

“What the fuuuucckk” he groaned.

“Relax bro, just go and maybe you’ll get to release a little” his brother joked about Trent’s obvious growing crush. The innuendo made Trent’s heads spin. His brothers kept talking but all he could think about was you peeling the sweaty clothes off your body at home. He wanted to be there for that. He needed the girl he didn’t know he would even meet an hour ago.

“This is embarrassing” he said despite hitting send on a text he was terrified of.

You sat on your bed after showering. If there was any luck in life for you he would text you. Your shower was long. The idea of you potentially seeing Trent tonight required you to look your best. The bathroom steamed, you washed your hair twice, exfoliating, shaving absolutely everything. You moisturized like you never had before. Your post shower routine was extensive and so was your skin and hair care. The idea of him even near your body had you giddy. You had to wonder if he was that clever and smooth with everyone. You felt the character you had built up in your mind from behind an on screen image had been torn to shreds by his unwavering confidence, his eyes glimmering, his composure. He wasn’t anything you imagined. He was much much better.

Your phone pinged, the screen illuminating with a new text. You tried to tell yourself to relax. It was probably going to be your mom to be realistic but there lied the unknown uk number on your phone. You squeezed your eyes shut, your leg now bouncing up and down a little. ‘What the fuck it’s just a text. You’re embarrassing’ you spoke to yourself. Your stomach dropped as you swiped to read the new message.

“The reservoir?”

It was so simple but you felt your heart racing. You wanted to be quick in response not knowing how he was with his phone and you didn’t want to miss your opportunity. You were trying not to think too much as you hit send.

“The reservoir.” You confirmed.

“Going to make me way there and let you know what I think” his response was quick in return.

“Please do 😉” you typed and deleted the wink emoji 1000 times but just said fuck it. Every moment exchanged with Trent felt like it could be your last so you decided you were going to try not to hold back.

A genuine full smile swept across Trent’s face.

“She responded I’m assuming” Tyler watched his brother’s expression change. Trent didn’t want to get into how excited he was feeling about something as small as an emoji.

“mmhmm” he hummed, not picking up his gaze from the wink you sent.

“Dinner with me tonight?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed”

“Got one condition though..”

You weren’t sure what the condition could be. As much as you two had joked, you really didn’t know him at all. You couldn’t predict anything he was going to do or say. It put you on edge but you loved the thrill of standing there.

“You have to pick the place because you’re the local” Trent’s message read. You smiled, it was sweet and more wholesome than you anticipated. You couldn’t stop trying to read into everything he has said though. Was this a date for him?

“Fine, I’ll be sure to pick something good then. 8:00 pm is okay, yeah?”

“All good. Also 8:00 pm… try 20:00?”

“No no no. None of that. You’re in my city now”

“Yeah? Going to show me a good time in your city”

He sent it and started to regret it. He still questioned if you were as into him as he was into you. He didn’t want to imply he was looking just a quick fuck. He definitely wanted to have sex with you, like embarrassingly so but might actually be a little disappointed in that alone because you peaked his interest. He wanted to listen to you. He wanted to watch your eyes flicker over him. He wanted to hear your accent accentuate words.

Contrary to his beliefs, you felt like you were going to scream. Like you were a 12 year old girl with a boy band obsession. Did he want you like that? What if you read his text with the wrong inflection? You threw caution to the wind at this point and you dove into sending him a response.

“Promise xx. Will see how you are on the date”

“Date, yeah?”

“Oh.. Is it not?” you immediately responded to him. You felt so nervous. Blood rushing to your face embarrassed you had misread everything.

“Nah, it definitely is. Can’t wait to see more of you later 🤤”

His response, especially the emoji, made your mind race with dirty thoughts. You understand he probably just meant ‘seeing’ you as meeting up again but you wanted him to literally see more. You wanted to have him drooling. You wanted his lips on yours. You wanted to have him thinking about you. You just had to get through this date successfully for that to even be an option.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think.

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gurugirl · 2 years ago

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The Scientist & the Stripper | Jealous

Summary: Harry finally comes to visit you at work - and just as you suspected, he gets a little jealous (nerd scientist!harry x stripper!y/n)

A/n: As requested - another check in with our odd couple! I would recommend reading THIS first. 4.4k words

Warning: 18+ only, smut, spanking, jealousy

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You’d given up on having Harry come to see you at work. You understood why he didn’t want to go. You knew he could be a bit jealous. The very first night you met him you saw it when he confronted Dale and then took you away from him at your party. So, if he reacted that way with Dale you could only imagine his reaction to a bunch of men ogling you while you danced half-naked for their money.

You’d been official with him for a few months now and seeing him for nearly 6. Harry was by far the best boyfriend you’d ever had. It surprised you too. When you first slept with him you didn’t think that it would really work in the long run. Not that you didn’t think he was great, but he was very inexperienced and most men weren’t able to deal with your job. Being a stripper meant the pool of men who would consider getting serious with you was limited. And a man who’d never even had sex before? You didn’t think Harry was in that pool. But he was.

He kept coming around and you kept daydreaming about him. Because even though he was a virgin when you first slept with him, he was really really good and he was very sweet. Not the overbearing annoying kind of sweet that you hated. The right in the middle, thoughtful and practical kind of sweet.

And he was a great listener too. Harry loved being taught new things and you didn’t mind teaching him. Because he was a fast learner and he remembered all of your little pointers to the T. He even did his own research apart from you. Harry’s curious, scientist’s mind was always digging into information and learning as much as he could about any subject he found interesting. And he found sex interesting. Obviously. So he learned things you hadn’t even considered teaching him. And he used his new knowledge on you with excitement.

But apart from the sex, Harry was just an overall great guy. He wasn’t a big talker but if he knew about anything being discussed he would give his input and it always amazed you at how smart he was. When you’d have him around your friends he wasn’t shy per se, more so just reserved. He liked to hear what others said and take note. Your friends got used to him. They wound up really liking him. He wasn’t annoying and he didn’t act like a know-it-all. He fit in pretty well.

And Harry had a handful of friends too. He knew them all from the University. They were nice and smart and you liked them all. But Harry was special. You appreciated him so much. You loved that he had his own thing going on and that he wasn’t obsessed with what you were doing when you were working (he knew what you were doing but he didn’t dwell on it).

The last guy you dated was always waiting for you after your shift and making sure you weren’t doing anything he didn’t like. He didn’t trust you. And you always thought you’d have to prove to whomever you dated that you could be trusted. But you never had to do that with Harry. He trusted you. Completely. But he was quite jealous. Territorial. Which was why he always declined in coming to see you at the club. Because he knew you were his and he trusted you, but he didn’t like it when others looked at you or made comments about you. He might have been reserved but he didn’t have any issues being upfront and confrontational when needed.

And you knew this because it happened occasionally. Even when it might not have been a big deal, Harry didn’t like anyone looking at you or trying anything funny. Like when you and Harry went to the North Avenue beach on a warm sunny Saturday. You were in your bikini and laying on a towel while Harry was reading next to you in his swim shorts and a t-shirt.

A guy a few feet away kept looking at you but you didn’t notice because you were napping and had your eyes closed. But then you heard Harry’s voice.

“That’s enough, mate.”

You lifted your head to look up at Harry and saw him looking over you at someone else. You turned and cupped your eyes from the sun to look at the other person and it was a man not far away. He looked from Harry to you and shrugged and then back toward to lake without responding.

And to be honest. You quite liked how Harry was a bit territorial. He was also a little bit intimidating with his height and build so most of the time he was met with little resistance or pushback from anyone he told off.

So when you spotted him on Friday night at Star Room you were surprised. You didn’t know he was planning to visit. You weren’t on stage when you spotted him, luckily, or it might have fucked up your whole routine.

“Sadie, I’ll be right back! My boyfriend’s out there!” You said as you ran out of the dressing room.

Harry spotted you coming from the doorway that led to the fitting rooms behind the stage and he sat up straight smiling at you.

“Baby! What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d just come to check it out. Got my work done and I missed you.”

You usually slept over at his or him at yours but for the past couple of nights, it just didn’t work out. You took a shift on Thursday night and on Wednesday Harry was gone all day at the lab and didn’t come back til late. Your schedules clashed a bit for the last few days so it was nice to see his handsome face.

You sat next to him and kissed his cheek, “I can’t stay here long because I’m going up soon but thank you for coming! Will you stay til I’m off?”

Harry nodded and kissed you in return, “Sure.”

Your routine was sexy. You killed it as usual. And with Harry in the crowd, you really put on a show for him. It was also Friday night and there was a bachelor party in attendance. They were all in the front row and being quite obnoxious but you kept your eyes on Harry.

When your little dress came off and your tits were on show for everyone you watched him tense up as he looked at the men in front of you who were shouting and leaning on the stage throwing cash at your feet.

You still had a job to do so you danced for the ones who gave you the most and squatted in front of them. You pressed your heel into the short guy's cheek as he started to climb up onto the stage when he asked you to marry him. You shook your head and laughed. It was actually a pretty normal Friday night. But you didn’t want them climbing onto the stage. Security usually took care of that for you but as part of your fun show, you gently pushed him away, which the short guy absolutely loved as he threw another wad of cash down for you.

You stood up and moved your hips and walked to the other side of the stage and shook your ass, bending down in front of the men. More cash. More whistles.

When you’d made your rounds and hit all the sides of the stage you noticed Harry wasn’t sitting anymore. He was standing up straight and watching the short guy from earlier. You continued moving your hips and smiling as you looked toward the short guy and realized he was leaning on the stage again. He was saying something you couldn’t hear from where you were but it looked like Harry could hear it and he wasn’t very happy about it.

You looked over at security and they were nearby making sure no one was doing anything they shouldn’t. The short guy wasn’t being that crazy but leaning on the stage was where they usually drew the line. Any more and he’d be escorted out.

The moment your bit was over you scooped up your cash, crawling around on the floor and making a show of it (as usual) when the short guy waved at you and motioned for you to come near.

You looked over at Harry and he was looking at the man with narrowed eyes. You faced the short guy and nodded, “What is it, honey?”

“I’m getting married tomorrow but I think I’m in love with you!” He was laughing with a big smile as he spoke it. You knew it was all in fun. The guy was a bit tipsy and he was obnoxious but he wasn’t doing anything that bad. You’d seen worse.

“I’m sure your fiancé would love to hear that!” You spoke as you stood up with all the cash in hand. But when you stood up you realized Harry was making his way to the front. Toward the short guy.

You quickly left the stage and ran to the dressing room to put your cash away and slip a robe on so you could intervene if needed. Harry was about to tell that guy to buzz off and you didn’t need any altercations.

Harry had never gotten into a fight over you but he didn’t back down either.

By the time you were on the floor and making your way to Harry you realized the two were in a heated discussion and Harry was towering over the guy and calmly telling him to fuck off. But of course, the short guy was drinking and his temperament wasn’t as calm as Harry’s.

You heard bits and pieces of their argument as you got closer, “Dude… your girlfriend is a stripper what do you expect?”

Harry responded but his voice was lower and you couldn’t hear him.

“Man, I’m just having fun here! She had her tits out and she was flirting with me…” you heard him say but the music came on for the next dancer and you couldn’t hear the rest.

You grasped Harry’s arm and looked up at him, “Harry!”

Harry looked down at you and his face softened when he saw you, “I’m sorry. He’s being disrespectful.”

You looked toward the short man, who was only a couple of inches taller than you and the gross smile on his face had your skin crawling. He said something but you couldn’t hear his words over the loud song playing on the speakers.

He reached out to touch your arm but Harry pulled you behind him and pushed the guy away, “Back the fuck off.”

With that Harry turned and moved you away and through the crowd that had gathered toward where the entry to the dressing rooms were.

“Harry, you have to remember this is what happens here. The men tend to be disrespectful. I just ignore them once my routine is over,” you grabbed his collar and made him bend down so you could speak into his ear.

Harry put his arms around you and pulled you into his chest and responded, “I know. But he said he was gonna have you do a private lap dance for him and I don’t like him. I don’t want him touching you.”

You chuckled and smiled, “Harry, it’s part of the job. And I wouldn’t have done a lap dance for him because he’s been a bit too rowdy. I get to choose whom I do a lap dance for. Plus it’s almost closing time. No private dances are allowed now anyway.”

Reluctantly, Harry let you go when you told him you needed to clean up and change. He said he’d be waiting for you where he was sitting originally.

You wiped your makeup off and pulled your hair into a ponytail when Tonya sat down next to you to remove her own makeup, “Is that tall man with glasses out there yours?” You heard her ask you as she continued wiping at her makeup, never looking at you through the mirror.

You smiled and nodded, “Yes. He’s my boyfriend.”

She hummed and this time she made eye contact with you in the mirror, “He’s almost prettier than you. Better keep an eye on him, though. Candy was over there with him just now.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Typical, Candy.”

When you said your goodbyes to the girls you slung your gym bag over your shoulder and walked out into the main room. Sure enough, Candy was still with Harry. She hadn’t changed out of her outfit and she was laughing about something. Which had you rolling your eyes. The girl was ruthless.

“Hi babe,” you spoke as you leaned down to kiss Harry’s cheek.

He quickly stood up and took your hand in his as he turned to Candy, “Told you.”

Candy just winked at you and then looked back to Harry, “Baby, of course, you’re taken. You’re too fucking fine to be single. Take care of this one, Y/n., Jesus he’s gorgeous,” she said as she eyed Harry once more before turning and walking to the dressing rooms.

“I’m sorry. She just started hitting on me. I told her you were my girlfriend over and over,”

You reached up to pull him down and kissed his mouth. He was overthinking again.

You pulled away from the kiss with a smile as you pulled Harry with you toward the exit, “I know, Harry. Don’t worry. Candy’s like that with any attractive man.”

You and Harry were in separate cars and the lot was full when Harry arrived so he was parked a bit away from where you were.

He walked you to your car and then you saw the short guy with a few of his friends. They appeared to be waiting for a taxi. Which might have been the smartest move the short guy had made all night.

He waved at you and then flipped Harry off, all in jest, of course, that much you could tell. But Harry didn’t get that memo.

“Hey!” He shouted as he turned toward the man. He began to walk in the direction of the rowdy group, for what purpose you couldn’t be sure. But you’d never seen him get so riled up before.

“Harry! Stop!” You shouted and jogged toward him, grabbing his arm, “Leave it. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you. He knows we’re together. Don’t play into it.”

Harry looked down at you and clenched his jaw before looking back toward the man, “She’s coming home with me. Get lost!”

You chuckled and pulled at Harry’s arm, “Let’s go home.”

When you both arrived in your separate cars and got into the elevator you realized Harry was still fuming from the guy. You put your hand inside his and looked up at him, “Hey… it’s fine, Harry. You trust me, don’t you?”

Harry’s eyes widened and his features relaxed, “Oh my god. Yes! It’s not you that makes me upset. I just think people should respect boundaries and he was rude and I didn’t like that.”

When the elevator stopped at your floor you both got off and Harry kept your hand in his, “Come to mine,” he said.

You smiled, “Sure.”

The moment you got into his condo Harry locked the door and put his arms around you and tucked his face into your neck, “Go get on the bed.”

You gulped in surprise a little at his demand. He normally asked or suggested. Sometimes he could be a bit dominant but it usually was during the act when he’d already lost himself in lust a bit.

You bit your lip and nodded as you made your way to his room and climbed onto his bed.

Harry joined you in his room a few minutes later, carrying a glass of water which he placed on the bedside table.

He looked at you, his face set stoically as he pulled his shirt off over his head. He crawled onto the bed and his strong chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths. He took your wrists in his hands and pinned you down and began kissing your neck and then up to your jaw, sucking small bruises onto your skin, “You’re mine. Everyone should know this…” he mumbled into your neck.

You gasped at his primal act and felt your body flush with desire. Harry sat up and looked down at the bruises he’d left and smiled, releasing your wrists and then he pulled at you so you were sitting up. He removed your shirt and then unclipped your bra, quickly pulling the material from your breasts before nudging you back down. His mouth covered your nipples and licked at your soft skin before he began sucking more bruises onto the flesh of your tits.

“Harry!” you panted at the feel of him sucking on your skin. It hurt a little but you wouldn’t stop him. You’d never seen him so jealous or territorial or whatever this was. Moving his mouth to your other nipple he looked up at you and sucked hard again, more bruises on your flesh and you keened already feeling your panties getting messy.

Harry knelt above you and kneaded at your tits, observing the work of his hands on your plush skin.

“Harry…” you put your hand up to his chest and felt his warm skin under your palm. He looked up at you and gently put your hand into his and began kissing the underside of your wrist, “I just want everyone to know you’re not up for grabs. You’re only mine.”

He let go of your wrist and lowered himself until his lips were kissing at your ribs and lowering until he got to your belly button. He put his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled them down fast, the material flying across the room.

He looked down between your legs, pushed your thighs apart, kissed over the fabric of your panties, and made a sound that was awfully similar to a growl. He nosed at your crotch and squeezed at your thighs and then your hips before pushing himself up again to pull your panties off.

He added more bruises to the insides of your thighs and you brushed his hair from his forehead as you watched him in awe. He licked and sucked the soft meat until he finally put you out of your misery and covered your pussy with his big mouth.

Harry’s skill in cunnilingus had only improved. And you learned he loved being praised when he did well. And as a perfectionist who loved being the best at what he did, well… one can just imagine.

You were grasping the sheets and panting when your quaking thighs began to pull closed around Harry’s head. You hadn’t even realized you’d done it until you felt him smack your thigh and he sat back onto his bent legs.

You dropped your mouth open in shock. He’d never smacked your thigh before. He’d tested the waters a few times with a bit of a swat to your bottom, but a full-on palm smack? And he did it in response to you closing your thighs around him. You knew him to be a little dominant but this was new territory.

Harry kept his eyes on yours as he pulled his pants down his legs, “Wish that asshole could hear the way I make you moan when I fuck you,” he spoke as he squared his hips into yours, your legs wrapping around his low back as he settled over you.

“Well if he’s a neighbor then he probably has,” you teased in a giggle. You could be a little loud at times. Not every time you had sex, just when he went especially hard and you had a feeling he was about to rail you.

Harry smirked and then grabbed your left thigh, pulling it down from his back and urging it up toward your chest, then repeated with your other til your knees were being pushed into your body, held in place by his left hand. He sat up as he swiped a finger up your slit before he grasped his cock with his free hand and pressed it through your crease, bumping at your clit and then lowering to just push the tip past your entrance, “You get so wet for me…” another smack to your thigh and you gasped in shock again.

“I think you like that don’t you?” He swatted closer to your bottom as he gripped your shins with his hand to keep you in place.

“Oh my god, Harry! Yes!”

His smirk turned into a genuine smile when he scooted in closer to you, “Good. Because I do too,” he popped your other thigh and then pressed his thick cock into your pussy making you cry out.

Harry keened at the feel of you around him but he gave little pause before he began to sink into you until he was coated by your warm, wet walls.

When his hips began to buck into you he looked down to where his cock was disappearing into your body. Your body lurched under his pounding, his hips smacking into you as he fucked you into the mattress.

Tears began to leak from your eyes as you panted under the pressure, “F-fuck!” was all you seemed to be able to squeak out.

Harry let go of the front of your shins and your feet hit the mattress as he pulled out and leaned over you, pressing his mouth over yours and licking at your lips, “Roll over to your tummy,” he instructed with a murmur against your lips.

Once you were tummy down Harry swatted your bum again, this time feeling the satisfaction of your soft bottom under his palm. He grasped your hips and pulled your ass upward and smacked at your other cheek, causing a yelp to fall from your mouth, “Fuck look at you…” Harry groaned.

With his hands squeezing at your bottom you suddenly felt his tongue on your asshole and that had you losing all composure. Harry kissed over your bottom and sucked at your skin and then sat back with another groan, “I have to get a condom. Fuck I want to come inside your little cunt so bad. Knock you up and show everyone they don’t get to even look at you…”

Your heart was racing in your chest at his words but he did get up to get a condom. Even if it was reluctantly. You’d both discussed having you go on the pill but you’d had so many bad experiences using birth control that you’d given up and Harry seemed happy to continue using condoms. But this was the first time he’d ever said something to the contrary. It was also the first time he’d ever said that.

You pushed yourself up to see him and when he returned to the bed he gave you a pointed look, which had you stuffing your face back into the comforter and arching your back with your ass in the air.

Harry kneed up behind you and put his palms over your cheeks again, spreading them apart before you felt his cock nudging into you, slowly splitting you apart, “So fucking good…” Harry panted.

Soon the bed was creaking and your lungs were getting a good workout as he fucked himself into you at a rough and desperate pace.

You couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t a pinch or the slightest sting of pain from how he worked himself into and dipped deep into your tummy. But it was yummy and every time his hand landed on your thigh or your bottom you jumped and then moaned with a shattered breath.

“Fuck…” Harry sputtered out when his motions slowed but he began grinding into you so deep, barely pulling himself out anymore. He leaned over your back and his lips met the curve of your neck after he took your hair into his fingers and lifted your head upward for his access.

“Harry, please! Oh mmmmmmhh!!”

“And the way you say my name when my dick is deep inside of you…” he rasped into your ear.

Harry rolled his hips languidly, his cock stuffed into the hilt. Your thighs were quivering once again, you were so close to falling apart. You moved your hand between your legs and began to rub your fingers on your clit and you whimpered at the feeling of your button being rubbed while Harry was deeply fucking you and filling your insides with his length.

Your jaw dropped open as you pleaded for him with your body, pushing back onto him as you choked out sobs of ecstasy.

Harry kept his mouth at your neck and his hand in your hair as he leaned over you, his cock submerged deep, “I know you like this… like my cock don’t you?”

You nodded your head and mumbled a yes as you gasped, your orgasm making your body vibrate as you dissolved in pleasure.

Harry was right behind you. His own voice came out a bit louder than normal as he felt you spasm around him, hot come filling his condom as he pushed into you impossibly deep until you both collapsed on the bed together Harry rolled you both to your sides so he didn’t crush you.

You closed your eyes and sighed and Harry squeezed you close and pressed his nose into the side of your neck

“Mmmm… so good,” you heard Harry whisper, his lips brushing against your neck.

You nodded your head and smiled, “So good.”

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The Owls Club was a Black women's softball team formed in the late 1930s in Seattle. The Owls won the first women's Washington State Softball Championship in 1938, playing at Sick's Stadium which went on to become the site of Rainier Avenue Lowe's.

The team, renamed the Brown Bombers, won the Championship again in 1939. Left handed pitcher Lillian Brown struck out 12 batters on the Manette team in the Championship game at the Civic Field which went on to become the site of Memorial Stadium.

#black history #black women #beautiful black women #decade: 1930s #1930s #30s #negro leagues #black history month

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Nixon met Winters at the station. The first thing he noticed was that his friend was in full uniform. “Thought you were eager to be a civilian?” he asked. “I’m working on it,” Winters replied. “Just give me time.” Nixon flagged a cab that took them to the posh, twenty-story Yale Club at Vanderbilt Avenue and Forty-Fourth Street, and began showing his former commander off to his alumni friends. The next stop was the hospital where Nixon’s mother was a patient. “She was very, very nice and pleasant,” he recalled. “I can remember her very definitely trying to say nice things, the right things, like ‘I’ve heard a lot of good stories about you’ and so forth.” When the sun went down the two wartime comrades went out on the town, or rather, Nixon took Winters out on the town. Not surprisingly, Nixon dragged his friend to nightclubs and bars, where the young man from Lancaster would sit, fidgeting in his chair, while Nixon downed drink after drink. “I was not used to that kind of thing at all, it was all new to me and I was very uncomfortable,” Winters recalled. “But there I sat all prim and proper.” Ironically, although it was Nixon who was getting drunk, it was Winters who nearly got into a barroom brawl. While the two were sitting at a table at one of Nixon’s nightspots, a man who had had almost as much to drink as Nixon staggered up to the pair. He spotted Winters’ uniform, the brass buttons and golden oak leaves gleaming in the light. “Well, well,” he said in an alcohol-laced voice. “Lookee here. We got a soldier. And an officer to boot. What are you doin’ here, General?” Winters ignored him. “Hey, General, are you deaf?” he prodded. “Blow,” Nixon told the man. “I ain’t talking to you, fella, I’m talkin’ to this nice, neat-looking soldier boy.” Winters saw anger flash in Nixon’s eyes, and his own slow fuse was starting to burn. “Look at that fruit salad,” the man said, noting Winters’ array of ribbons. “You must be a hero, General. Are you a hero?” Winters did not respond. “Are you too good to talk to me? You’re not a hero. You’re a sucker.” Winters had just about enough of this drunken fool when a waiter, knowing trouble when he saw it, hustled over and snatched the man by his upper arm. “Why don’t you find a nice corner somewhere else to drink?” he said and shouldered the man to another part of the room. “I could barely hold myself in,” Winters said later. “I was getting ready to kill that son of a bitch.”

~ Larry Alexander

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Give Me Three, the Gift of One

Tech & Crosshair x F! Reader

Plot: You're having a date night at 79's with the twins, engaging in one of their favorite provocative “games.” After you inadvertently break one of the most important rules, new avenues in your relationship with them open up as they introduce you to their version of punishment, and long hidden desires.

Author's Notes:

This is my first foray into crafting a story that features elements of BDSM. My personal headcanon envisions the twins as being individuals that enjoy and appreciate BDSM for more than the obvious sexual intricacies. While Crosshair is more than capable of being a hard-nosed dom, it isn't something he prefers. If Tech chooses to dominate, he's a true soft dom, more concerned with his partner's pleasure than his.

Miscellaneous Notes:

*The twins and the reader are in a dedicated long term relationship; an ENM (ethically non- monogamous) dynamic is loosely implied.

*The reader is fitted with a contraceptive implant.

*Mirdoc is an OC clone; name is courtesy of @ratcatchinggirl and squad designation is of my choosing.

*This is written in the second person POV with no use of Y/N.

*Word count 20,756

Important Notes: This content is strictly for audiences 18+. The roles in this story assume female readers, Tech, and Crosshair. Concepts introduced include: bondage, dirty talk, DP, F x F sensuality, female ejaculation, impact play, M & F masturbation, M & F oral (giving and receiving), orgasm denial, PiA, PiV, sensory deprivation & play, toys

Date nights with the twins are few and far between lately, and you happily agree to a night out at 79's when they pitch the idea. You immediately regret the decision to meet them there as you step out of the air taxi and pay the Rodian pilot, who starts cursing as he's nearly sideswiped by a reckless speeder. The taxi flies off, leaving you at the promenade outside the club, swarming with people from every corner of the galaxy. While originally catering to military personnel during the Clone Wars, 79's is far more integrated now, a place for clones and non-clone patrons alike.

You look toward both sets of the sliding doors that lead into the club, guarded heavily by bouncer droids. Despite the chaotic milling of people all along the walkway, the entrance queues are surprisingly calm and orderly. Waiting to get into 79's on any weekday is a lesson in patience, but waiting to get into the bustling Coruscanti establishment on a weekend is a lesson in futility at best. An opportunity to potentially get into the club faster presents itself when a mixed group of scantily clad female Twi'leks and a few Bith step out of the line to greet several male Twi'leks and two hulking Wookiees. You move in just as a suave Devaronian attempts to occupy the same spot, shooting him a glare as you bare your teeth in the universal sign of aggression.

“Hey, beautiful, no need for that,” he grumbles, holding up his hands in pacification. “I mean you no harm.” He shoots you a look of contempt as he wanders off muttering, “what a crazy bitch!”

“Is there some sort of problem here?” a low, smooth, and familiar voice asks from behind you.

You turn to see who's speaking to you, a huge smile building as you see Cody's handsome, scarred face. “Cody! It's so good to see you! Didn't expect to see you out tonight,” you exclaim as he reaches for you, pulling you into a crushing hug. “It's been far too long. The guys and I had a conversation last week about how much you've been missed.”

Cody pecks your cheek affectionately, breaking the hug as he rests his hands on your shoulders. “It has been too long...you're right. I've constantly been off world with essentially no breaks, and this is the first night to myself in many rotations. In all seriousness, though, I hope that Devaronian didn't give you any trouble. I only saw him walking away from you, talking to himself.”

Cody's lips trail along the helix of your ear, kissing softly, sending shivers down your spine. You let out a coquettish giggle as he slips an arm around your waist and wraps the other around your shoulder. You brush your nose against his warmly, and he responds with a small kiss on your cheek, followed by another, until he's at the corner of your mouth. Cody's strong arms squeeze you tightly as he makes the move to your mouth for a convincingly romantic kiss. The hand on your waist passes to the small of your back, caressing it tenderly before it comes to stop on your ass and cup one of your cheeks. You let out a quiet gasp as Cody gropes you, using the opportunity to let his tongue slip into your mouth for a fervent kiss.

“I'm fine, Cody. I was a little concerned he might come back with a few “friends” of his before I could get into the club, but he definitely won't now that you're here with me.”

“I won't be for long, mésh'la. I'm meeting a contact in here shortly to acquire some important intel,” Cody replies as he leans in close to your ear. “Don't turn around and look, but you and I are being watched. It's that Devaronian again, and you were right. He's got his crew with him. Just play along with what I'm about to do.”

“Are they still watching?” you ask anxiously as Cody breaks away.

He looks up and out across the throng of people, seeing the Devaronian and his boys no longer staring in your direction, but trying to protect themselves from one of the Wookiees you saw earlier. “Thankfully, no.” He laughs and squeezes your ass again, the arm around your shoulder loosening as his hand takes your chin delicately. “Looks like they managed to piss off those Wookiees, and now they're paying the price. Just stay focused on what I'm doing a little longer...got to keep up appearances, you know.”

You smile softly and run your fingertip over the scar on his left temple, this time sending shivers down his spine. “I'm thinking that dí'kut was running his mouth about the Twi'lek ladies, and the Wookiees took more offense than the Twi'lek men did.”

Cody chuckles softly as he brings you in for another soft kiss, his thumb stroking your chin. “You've been practicing your Mando'a, I see. Tech's been a good instructor, it appears.”

“Not just Tech, Cody. Crosshair's been teaching me, too. I think it's been an important part of bonding with the guys, learning about the clones' Mandalorian roots and keeping tradition alive.”

He nods thoughtfully before his mouth comes to your neck, warm lips leaving open mouthed kisses upon it. “We're going to skip the line, mésh'la, and head in. “Tech is expecting you.”

The ground floor of the club is packed, nearly every seat at the long oval-shaped bar taken up by clone troopers. You can see that a few are extremely inebriated, one already unconscious with his head lying on the bar, BU-11 poking him repeatedly. Two others are having a conversation, one of whom is gesticulating wildly and pointing at the dance floor, their voices drowned out by the din of the pulsating electronic music. Cody leaves you to your own devices upon entering as he starts making his way to a corner booth to wait for his contact.

“Sorry, but this is where we part,” he yells. “Say hello to everyone for me, will you?”

You nod and kiss his cheek before he takes up a seat next to two bright-eyed Sullustans. Cody shoots you an impish wink and you make a quick visual sweep of the room, trying to spot Tech. Most of the booths are all occupied, and Tech isn't usually the type to be sitting at an open table. Raucous cheering from a table hosting an impromptu game of sabacc breaks your concentration, and in that moment, you're startled as someone presses up against you from the back, wrapping strong arms around your middle.

“Relax, cyaré, I've got you,” Crosshair's distinctly smoky timbre flows into your ear. He leans down as you reflexively tilt your head to the side, nuzzling your neck before he kisses his way up to your pulse point. You can't be heard, but Crosshair feels vibrations against his chest from the unintended moan you let slip. “Did my little whore enjoy that as much as when Cody did it, hmm? You know how much he wants to fuck you, don't you? We're seriously considering letting him.”

Crosshair lets go of your waist and you turn to face him, his eyes bright with a mischievous glimmer in them. A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as his hands run down your sides, resting on your hips as you begin to sway side to side for him. You bring your hands up behind his neck and pull him down, slipping your tongue into his mouth for a fiery kiss. Emboldened, Crosshair grabs your ass in one hand and lets his other hand maneuver between your legs as stealthily as possible. He palms your pubic mound with ease, squeezing it as the heel of his hand rubs up against your clit.

He stops just as soon as he started, laughing when he sees how worked up he's gotten you. “Doesn't take much to get you riled up, does it, kitten? I know you're looking for Tech...he's upstairs. Been watching us the entire time from the balcony, in fact. It's the usual game tonight, love. Shouldn't be too hard, especially considering the way you're dressed tonight. Stay at the bar for awhile and the opportunity will present itself. Look sharp – you've already caught the eye of a few interested parties.”

Crosshair turns from you and walks off, skirting around the dance floor and disappearing out of sight to the second floor. You take the nearest open seat at the bar, BU-11 coming over to dispense a glass of spotchka for you. Turning around, you look across the room, trying not to make it obvious you're looking for the individuals Crosshair brought to your attention. As you sip your drink, you feign anxiety, periodically glancing at your chrono like you're waiting for someone to show up.

“You get stood up, mésh'la? Shouldn't happen to a beautiful woman like you,” an unfamiliar clone says as he takes up the seat at the bar next to you. He holds out his hand and you accept it, giving it a single firm shake. “Don't mind if I join you, do you? Name's Mirdoc, out of the 104th.”

“I'm An'rii,” you reply, giving him the pseudonym you use in public when you're out with Tech and Crosshair. “I don't think I've seen you in here before. First time?”

Mirdoc shakes his head and takes a swig from a bottle of Corellian ale. “Negative. It's just been a very long time and I haven't been in here on a weekend before. Listen...I'm going to be off world again for the next few months, and I want to enjoy what precious time I've got before I go.” He leans his head in the direction of the dance floor, looking at you with a small smile on his face. “An'rii, would you want to dance with me for awhile? You don't have to say yes, but I'd rather not leave here tonight knowing you'll leave unhappy.”

You down the rest of your spotchka in one gulp, unswayed by the clone's poor attempts at flirting with you, but you have a job to do. Getting to your feet, you hold out your hand to Mirdoc, pulling him toward the dance floor eagerly. As the DJ starts up the next set, more people start coming out, including the group of Twi'leks you saw earlier. Heavy bass thunders in your chest as a new song begins, something richly percussive that reminds you of some of the indigenous music from your homeworld. It doesn't take long to find your groove, moving easily to the beat and you're surprised to discover Mirdoc is quite a good dancer.

Your fluid motions are easily matched by him, and it isn't long before he's pressed up against you from behind, his hands clutching your hips as you grind against him. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume deeply, groaning against you when he feels his cock slowly coming to life. One hand leaves your hip and travels up your body until it's resting upon your breast. Mirdoc's lips travel hungrily up your neck as you reach for the back of his head. He takes your ear gently between his teeth as the hand on your other hip starts moving across your waist, slipping his thumb under the flimsy material of your skin tight pants.

You close your eyes and feel yourself getting lost in the rhythm, taking Mirdoc with you. His erection pushes into your back persistently while his hand begins to stray down between your legs. You hold back a moan, despite knowing that no one's going to hear you. He cups your mound and you place your free hand over his, encouraging him to fondle you just like Crosshair did. Mirdoc squeezes lightly and when you open your eyes, you see that one of the Twi'lek women is watching you. She makes eye contact with you and smiles, then closes the gap across the dance floor until she's in front of you.

“You two are smoking hot!” she shouts. “Do you even realize a lot of people are watching you?!” You shake your head in disbelief as you watch her pearlescent blue skin shimmer under the lights. “Mind if I join you? Let's really give them a reason to stare!”

Up on the balcony, Tech and Crosshair are watching you closely, nursing glasses of spotchka of their own. Tech nods approvingly, a tiny smile riddled upon his lips as he's processing everything he's seeing from you. He takes a thoughtful sip, already mapping out how he wants the rest of the night to unfold. Crosshair continues to keep close watch on you in the event of potential trouble, but he's proud of you for always being remarkably open and willing to perform with complete strangers. He spots the Twi'lek woman talking to you and Mirdoc, and he nudges Tech's shoulder.

“What's the deal with the Twi'lek? The reg, I get...but her, I don't.”

Tech shakes his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he makes an assessment of the situation. “I do not know, but let us see where this goes. I trust cyar'íka's intuition; she is more than capable of knowing when to walk away and use her signal.”

The next song begins, the rhythmic driving bass turning into an aural aphrodisiac as Mirdoc's hands return to your waist; you roll your hips seductively, and his hard length presses into your back once more. You lock eyes with the Twi'lek woman, both of you smiling as she comes in close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, reaching out with her free hand to stroke Mirdoc's heated face. He kisses her palm as her hand passes over his lips, laughing as she takes your face in her hand, closing her eyes and grazing her lips over yours. Mirdoc loosens a hand from one of your hips and reaches for the Twi'lek, pulling her flush against you.

You slide an arm around her lean waist, and she moans softly into your mouth, taking your other hand to guide it to one of her breasts, nipples already stiff under the sheer material of her top. Gently, you swirl your thumb over her, and this time her mouth meets yours, tongue slipping in and colliding with yours for a blistering hot kiss. Mirdoc's chest rumbles against your back as a deep moan rises from him, hardly believing what he's witnessing. His hands return to your hips, gripping firmly as the petite hands of the Twi'lek close over his. The three of you move as one, undulating like ocean waves as you lose yourselves in the music and the sea of bodies.

Mirdoc lets one of his hands wander down between your legs, cupping your mound softly. Nimble blue fingers accompany his, both of them working together to tease you, pressing down to swirl around your clit in tight circles. The Twi'lek slides her open hand up your stomach and between your breasts, letting it linger on your chest as she moves in for another kiss. Your hand strays down to her shapely ass, squeezing it soundly as your lips connect with hers, tongues performing their own sensual dance.

Wetness begins to seep from you, dampening the fabric underneath Mirdoc's fingers. He moves his hand away and lets her continue to play with your clit, reaching around to give her other ass cheek a hefty squeeze. The hand on your chest skims over one of your breasts, her forefinger and thumb plucking at your nipple as it pokes through the thin silk of your top. She smiles and bites her lower lip, her eyes full of arousal. Mirdoc watches over your shoulder as you're rapidly being pushed to your peak, renewing his hold around your waist and hoping she'll make you come before the song is over.

Her fingertips begin to rub your clit briskly, watching your lips part slightly and your eyes close, letting your head fall back onto Mirdoc's shoulder. A lustful grin is on his face when his eyes meet hers, and she knows that you're getting close. The friction of the material pressing down on you with each skilled pass of her fingers creates a surge of pleasurable heat and tingling, and you try not to make it obvious that your legs are beginning to tremble. You feel Mirdoc's hot breath on your neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses, making his way back up to your ear, kissing it gently.

“Come for us, mésh'la... Come for her...”

She switches from rubbing your clit to using short fluttering motions, and you find yourself pushing into her hand, craving attention and not caring that it's coming from a woman. Your arms close around her shoulders as she presses on you a little harder, the walls of your pussy beginning to contract while the pulsing in your clit grows stronger. She brings her lips to yours for another steamy kiss, her tongue snaking its way back into your mouth. You let loose with a moan, hips swiveling madly as white-hot bolts of pleasure shoot through your core, her deft fingers flicking over you as she draws forth your orgasm.

Mirdoc's powerful hands hold you steady, grinding against you as he mirrors your movements, the Twi'lek reaching around you to rest her hand on his hip, effectively sandwiching you in between when the music hits its own climax. As the song progressively decrescendos to completion, wild cheering and applause erupts from everyone congregated on the dance floor. The Twi'lek loosens her grip on Mirdoc, taking your chin in her hand to give you a parting kiss.

“Mésh'la, you are phenomenal,” Mirdoc says breathlessly as he lets go of you, then turns you around.

“Just thinking how much I would love to drag you into the 'fresher and fuck you senseless, but I think that would get us kicked out and likely arrested,” he chuckles. He quickly glances at his chrono and sighs, “I'm already overdue back at the barracks... Last thing I want or need tonight is an armed escort out of here. So...would you settle for a good night kiss, instead?” He looks at you with eyes full of hope, and while you want to ditch him to go find Crosshair and Tech, you take pity on Mirdoc, knowing full well this could be one of his last nights alive.

“He's not kidding, honey. By the way, that was the first time I've ever done that with a human,” the Twi'lek says, giggling as she squeezes your shoulders appreciatively. She brings her lips to the back of your neck, planting a tender kiss. “Hope to see you around here more often, love.” She turns and disappears into the crowd as she returns to her group, leaving you alone with Mirdoc as you both return to the bar.

He reaches for you, and you indulge him, letting him wrap his arms around your waist and shoulder. “I meant it, you know. You were fucking phenomenal. I'm honestly surprised that we didn't get kicked out for that.”

“It was explained to me ages ago that as long as no one's getting naked, they don't really care,” you laugh as you bring your hand to his sweaty face, trailing your fingertip across his lips. His dark brown eyes glitter appealingly as you meet his gaze, a soft smile appearing on his exquisitely chiseled face. “A credit for your thoughts, trooper?” you ask flirtatiously.

“Who am I to say no to a gorgeous, talented clone?” you reply, taking his face in your hands, your thumbs stroking the corners of his mouth. “Hold onto the memories of tonight, Mirdoc. I hope they'll be of some comfort to you when you need them most. I would like to believe that if the will of the Force is in our favor, perhaps we'll see each other again one day. ”

One of your hands runs up the back of his neck into his hair, cradling his head as your lips briefly touch his. You feel a shiver pass through him as a blissful smile graces his tanned face. His lips meet yours and his tongue slips into the warm haven of your mouth, gripping you tightly when you let out a delicate moan. Mirdoc tenderly caresses your tongue in tantalizing short strokes, moving the hand on your back down to your ass. Bringing your free hand down between his legs, you give his cock a playful squeeze, with him clutching the supple flesh of your ass in return.

He breaks the kiss and releases you, beaming brighter than the twin suns of Tatooine. “Thank you for everything, An'rii. The guy who stood you up really missed out on a night of a lifetime.” He gestures toward the 'fresher and winks. “Wait for me, won't you? I'll be back shortly.”

Mirdoc returns to the bar to find that you're gone. He looks around frantically for you and he feels a tug on his sleeve. A drunken Devaronian sloshes her liqueur onto the bar, loudly slurring her words as she waves her hand around aimlessly. “You...lookin' forrrrrr.... Whassername?” She takes another swig of her drink and sets her glass down roughly, BU-11 coming over to reprimand her about the possibilities of broken glass.

“An'rii!” Mirdoc exclaims, still looking around, thinking maybe you're in the ladies' refresher. “Do you know where she went?!”

The Devaronian lets out a hiccup followed by a harsh cackle. She gets her bearings and points to the main door of the club. “Saw her goin' that way. Not alone, either. You know 'em?”

Mirdoc's expression changes from one of concern to outright panic, hoping that you aren't in the process of being abducted. His heart sinks in his chest and a wave of mild nausea rises as he realizes what's happening. He sees you walking out, flanked on both sides by very tall, slender men with your arms around each of their waists. The silver haired man has his arm around your shoulders protectively, and the man who looks like he's wearing some kind of protective eye wear has his hand securely on your ass. Just before the door closes, both men lean down and kiss your cheeks, the one wearing the goggles giving your ass a loving squeeze.

*****

“Wish I could've seen the look on that reg's face when he came back and saw you were gone,” Crosshair chuckles, busying himself with slipping his hand down your pants, greeted by your slick folds. “They never realize they're being played, and we reap all the benefits.”

“Sheer perfection,” Tech murmurs into your ear as he brings his hand up underneath your top, lifting up your bra to squeeze one of your breasts, his thumb drawing lazy circles around your nipple as the flesh begins to harden. “You never fail to perform admirably...such a flawless little actress, ner cyaré...”

“Yoka slimo,” the surly Dug pilot of your air taxi grumbles as he presses the button to bring up the privacy screen between the front and back seats, uninterested in and disgusted by human dalliances.

“Etchoota?!” Tech retorts testily. “The nerve of him to insinuate that I'm the slimeball?”

“Please, vod. You're just as morally bankrupt as I am, if not worse at times,” Crosshair replies as his focus returns to you, slipping two fingers inside you easily, his thumb dexterously swirling around your swollen, aching clit.

He bites his lip and groans against your neck as you contract your walls around him, silently begging him to edge you. He obliges, curling his fingers upward, tiny contractions plucking at them as he begins to tenderly stroke your sweet spot. New heat builds in your cleft as Tech's lips graze the crook of your neck before you feel him nip at you lightly, continuing to pull at the sensitive skin with his teeth until he works his way up to your pulse point. You reach out for both men, parking your hands between their legs, not surprised to find they're both concealing hefty erections.

“You fucking greedy whore,” Crosshair growls in your ear. “You just can't help yourself, can you?” He abruptly withdraws from you, your eyes going wide in surprise at the sudden shift in his demeanor. “Did you really think we wouldn't notice the Twi'lek woman? Every set of eyes in that place were on YOU, little girl!”

He pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you quickly suck them clean, hoping to placate him as Tech pulls his hand out from under your top, sliding it between your breasts and up your neck to encompass your face. Crosshair pulls out his fingers as Tech turns you toward him, his lips closing over yours. His impatient tongue forces its way into your mouth for an aggressive kiss, cock twitching in your palm as he gets a residual taste of your juices. He looks over at Crosshair, who gives him a sly smile of approval, knowing what Tech is going to tell you.

“The rules have never deviated, cyaré,” Tech states. “You may only have one at a time unless we stipulate otherwise. Since you were not granted permission, I believe some discipline is in order,” his silken voice taking on a distinct steely edge.

“What kind of...discipline, Tech?” you ask, a tremor of uncertainty in your voice. “It was spur of the moment, and I didn't know she –”

“You have no defense, love. There are no excuses,” Tech coolly replies, purposely ignoring your question.

Crosshair takes your chin in his hand and forcefully turns your head. He can see momentary panic in you as his tongue traces over one of his canines, profound hunger burning in his eyes. “Rules are rules,” he says, squeezing your chin a little tighter. “You broke them, and now you need to be punished. Don't ever forget that you're our little whore, NOT theirs.”

“Crosshair, release her. Be patient,” Tech says quietly as he lays his arm over your stomach. He kisses your temple lovingly as you relax against him. “Be a good girl for us, cyar'íka. You must keep in mind that we must do this because we love you.”

***

You realize that you're in a great deal of trouble as you're guided down the hallway to your penthouse apartment, Crosshair walking behind you with his hands on your shoulders and Tech at your side, calmly holding your hand. Your head is bowed, eyes cast to the floor, not daring to look up. Your cheeks flare with the heat of shame as you're led past a few of your neighbors heading toward the elevator; you don't need to see them to know they're all staring at you. Crosshair addresses them, and you feel like throwing yourself off the balcony out of sheer embarrassment.

“She's been a filthy little slut tonight,” he crows as they're halfway down the hall. You can hear light, uncomfortable laughter from them as they hastily pile into the elevator once the doors open. “And we know what to do with filthy little sluts, don't we?” he says with unnerving calmness as you finally reach the door to your apartment.

When you don't answer him, Tech lets go of your hand and lifts up your chin with his index finger. You look at him out of the corner of your eye and he can see you're filled with uncertainty. “Crosshair asked you a question, my love. You will answer him.”

“What do we do with filthy little sluts?” Crosshair repeats, digging his fingertips into your shoulders.

You swallow hard and close your eyes, a lump starting to form in your throat. “Filthy little sluts...” you begin, trying to find your voice. “Filthy little sluts are punished, and...” Hot tears of humiliation begin to prick the corners of your eyes and you blink furiously to hold them back.

“And, what, kitten?”

“...and then fucked mercilessly. They're fucked mercilessly,” you reply flatly.

“See? It isn't that difficult to understand.” He lets go of your shoulders and turns you around slowly. “Look at me.” You lift your head and your eyes meet his, seeing the warmth and tenderness behind them in spite of his cold, stony expression. “As Tech said, cyaré, we do this because we love you. You can't ignore the rules and expect no consequences. Now you're going to learn your lesson.”

You can hear the quiet beeping of the keypad as Tech inputs his code for the front door. The door slides open with a quiet hiss and when you turn around, he extends his hand to you. As you take it, Crosshair's hands close over your shoulders, the two of them directing you inside. Tech steers you in the direction of the master bedroom, Crosshair staying behind to reengage the security system. You sit down on the edge of your bed as Tech occupies a nearby armchair and begins to take off his shoes.

Crosshair appears a moment later, closing the bedroom door behind him. He wastes no time, rolling up his sleeves before he starts to unbutton his shirt. As he takes off his shoes and socks, he looks over at you and sees that you're quite nervous, your fingers picking at the bedspread anxiously. He stands in front of you and takes your chin in his hand. “Sweetheart, relax. This is going to be so much worse if you don't calm down. Tonight, you need to trust us fully. What we have in mind for you is new, and—”

“It is new for us, too, cyaré,” Tech interrupts. “For some time, Crosshair and I have been discussing expanding horizons in this relationship. Long have both of us been interested in certain aspects of...shall I say, unconventional play. We were waiting for an opportunity to present itself in which you would be brought into the conversation. After what we saw tonight, that time has come. I will defer to Crosshair and let him explain in greater detail, for this is more his realm than mine.”

Crosshair exhales sharply through his nose and folds his arms across his chest, trying to figure out the simplest way to describe what he wants to do without frightening you. “Listen to me carefully, and when I'm finished, you can choose to consent, or not. You won't hurt my feelings if you say no. There's plenty of other things the three of us will do tonight that will be just as gratifying.”

You lean forward and slip off your stiletto heels, rubbing your feet as you look up at Crosshair. You're apprehensive, but curious as to what he has in mind. “I'm listening, Cross. Not going to lie to you, all this talk about discipline and punishment hasn't exactly made me feel at ease.”

He chuckles and grins, kneeling down in front of you and taking one of your feet in his hands, massaging it firmly. “Nor should it. It isn't supposed to be a walk in the park, but when done with someone you love and trust wholly, it's very satisfying and can be a cathartic emotional experience. Would you be comfortable in having me use equipment to restrain you, such as binders, and then physically discipline you? By this, I mean something like spanking, using my hand or some other kind of object. I will never strike anywhere other than your ass; it's the one place on the body that has the most cushioning, and can take a great deal of abuse.”

Crosshair sees the brief look of fear on your face, and promptly corrects himself. “My apologies, cyaré, that was a poor choice of words. What I meant to say is that your ass will be able to take a lot of wear and tear, so to speak. Even so, you might still experience some bruising. Would you be all right with that?” He takes your other foot and begins to rub it, waiting until he sees you relax.

“I think I can handle that. I'm not afraid of pain,” you say a little more confidently than you really feel. You know Crosshair isn't always the most gentle lover, but he would never purposely go out of his way to maliciously hurt you. “Better to have a bruised ass than be bruised somewhere more visible, and get asked a bunch of questions I don't want to answer.”

“It has been some time since you have used your safe word,” Tech says. “Are you still comfortable using your current one, or would you like to use something different? You may end up needing it...assuming you agree to these terms.”

“Then you see my point, love. If you don't object, Tech would like to try a little sensory play with you, too. Maybe try wearing some blackout lenses, and let him use different kinds of things on you to help heighten your awareness in certain areas? You have a full promise that nothing he would use will leave any kind of permanent marks.”

You look over at him and see that he's slid his lenses up to rest on his forehead, his large golden brown eyes full of tender care. “Again, I won't lie to you, boys. I am nervous, but...you have my full consent. You never grow unless you're subjected to new experiences, and if this means taking our relationship to the next level, then I absolutely want to do it. That being said, I think it's time for a new safe word. Will “kýrdir” suffice?”

Tech looks over at Crosshair, both of them pleased that you've chosen a Mando'a term. “Kýrdir, it is, love,” Crosshair says, setting your foot on the floor as he runs his hands up your shins, then over your knees and up your thighs. You rest your hands on top of his momentarily before curling your fingers around them, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze as he looks into your eyes. “Are you ready? Be a good little girl and don't forget that we love you more than anything.”

Before you can react, he grabs the waist of your pants and yanks them down. You let out a yelp of surprise as you fall backwards onto your bed, and in a flash, Tech rises from his chair to grab your wrists, pinning your hands above your head. You wriggle your legs as Crosshair frees them from your pants, throwing them aside before his hands go straight to your knees, forcing your legs apart. The silken dusky pink flesh of your pussy lay before him, still slick from the foreplay on the ride home. Crosshair licks his lips in anticipation, and you lift your head a little to watch as he positions himself between your legs, close enough to feel the heat of his breath against your wet folds.

“Giving you pleasure is our job. No one else is allowed to make you come, but after seeing how much you enjoyed having another woman touch you, I'm starting to think you have an appetite for something new. Am I right? You want a cute little pussy of your own to play with?” Crosshair teases, his mouth hovering just over your clit.

You feel heat rising into your cheeks, which doesn't escape Tech's notice. “Answer him.”

Images of the Twi'lek with her hand between your legs and you willingly giving yourself to her play back in your mind, and you close your eyes, blushing furiously. You know there's no shame in what you did, and also know that Crosshair and Tech will never judge or shame you for enjoying it. “Yes, Crosshair,” you reply meekly.

“Yes, what?” he pries. “Use your words.”

“I want a pussy of my own to play with,” you moan softly just as Crosshair's mouth closes over your clit, sucking on the quickly swelling nub of flesh. His tongue dips between your folds and into your entrance to taste the delectable ambrosia of your juices.

He pulls away, his chin glistening wet with your essence. “I fucking knew it, you insatiable little slut,” he rasps, tongue snaking out to lick at the corner of his mouth. “Tech, finish undressing her, then get the binders,” he commands, letting go of you and getting to his feet only to disappear into your walk-in closet. You hear one of the drawers opening and Crosshair reappears holding a long metal bar with cuffs on either end of it. “Now the fun really begins, cyar'íka,” he says, his voice beginning to grow husky with arousal. “This is a spreader bar. It will make sure you can't close your legs, so you'll stay nice and open for me.”

Tech lets go of you and reaches for the hem of your top, making short work of it as he pulls it off, leaving you in your bra. He smiles when he sees your nipples poking at the sheer fabric, reaching out to take your breasts in his warm hands, kneading them gently. Trailing his fingers from your elbows up to your shoulders, he pulls your bra straps down, then slides his hands underneath you to unhook and pull it off. You look up to see that he's starting to grow hard again, and you can't resist reaching up and caressing him through his pants. He looks down at you, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as he pulls your hand away.

He chuckles and a smirk not unlike Crosshair's appears. “Not just yet, mésh'la. I will deal with you once Crosshair decides he's done.”

“Vod, the binders?” Crosshair questions impatiently.

Tech opens the drawer to the nightstand nearest him, pulling out a set of soft leather lined binders and a small remote. You sit up and start rubbing at your wrists where he had gripped you the tightest, but you're soon stopped as he comes around in front of you. “Hold out your hands,” he demands, pushing the button on the remote, the binders opening with a soft clink. You do as you're told, appreciative of how comforting the leather is against your skin. Tech reengages the binders, then leans in to plant a loving kiss on your forehead. “Remember, cyaré, if anything becomes too intense for you, there is no shame in using your safe word.”

You nod and Tech moves to retake his seat in the armchair, taking off his dress shirt and slinging it over the back. You can hear the sound of him loosening his belt buckle as your attention turns to Crosshair, who's standing in front of you expectantly. “On your feet, my little whore,” he growls, grabbing the binders and pulling your arms up over your head, easily lifting you off the bed like you're weightless. You let out a startled cry and he sets you back down on the floor, closing his hand around your throat as he leads you over to the wall.

“Eyes forward and keep your hands raised at all times,” he orders, moving your hands into position where he wants them. He presses up against you, the stiff root of his cock poking insistently into your back. A quiet moan escapes you as your clit pulses and instinctively, you push your ass back against him. “I don't think so, kitten...you're in no position to beg for anything. Spread your legs for me like you wanted to spread them for that worthless reg,” he says, his voice dripping venom.

You don't initially react, so Crosshair shoves his foot between your feet, pushing each one of your legs apart until you're on full display. He leans close to your ear and you shut your eyes, wincing at the ferocity of his words. “You don't listen very well, do you? Spread your fucking legs, cunt.” You're frozen to the spot, heat flaring up in your cheeks as you feel yourself starting to grow wet. You discover that you like hearing him say vile and degrading things to you, and you can plainly tell he's very much aroused by seeing your reactions to this treatment. Crosshair reaches for the spreader bar, kneeling down as he fits one of the cuffs around your ankle, securing it tightly followed by the other one.

“You left me no choice, cyaré. You will learn soon enough that it's easier to submit than to be in a position of power.” He steps back and looks you over, suppressing a groan as his cock twitches, wanting nothing more than to take you by the throat, slip in from behind and fuck you until you scream his name. He moves back in and reaches for your cheeks, squeezing and massaging them roughly. “You have no idea how much I want to ruin that ass, but I'll go easy on you to start, and if you're tolerating it well, I'll do it harder. Understood?”

“I understand, Cross. I know I've been a very bad girl tonight, and I deserve to be punished,” you reply invitingly, looking back at him with eyes half hooded with lust. You feel brave enough to wink at him, then turn your face back toward the wall, settling into place as you lift your ass up and out.

Crosshair smirks, shakes his head and chuckles, getting himself into position. “Such a shame I have to do this, but you brought this on yourself.” He raps his hand on one of your cheeks firmly, and you moan softly as you're caught off guard. “What's that, baby? Do you like this? You want me to do that again?” This time he slaps you harder, grinning as you let out a little whimper when his hand connects solidly on the meatiest part of your ass. “Answer me. You like this, don't you?”

You bite your lip as you feel slickness between your legs and your clit responding as the heat of arousal builds. Stifling a moan as Crosshair's hand comes down on you a third time, you audibly exhale and shut your eyes. Your skin is beginning to smart a little now, but the pain and the heat creeping to the surface triggers something in you. You need him to be rougher and domineering. You're lusting for his full attention, wanting even more of his touch, his vitriolic words, and his sheer power. You want to know how much agony you can genuinely bear. Now you let out the moan you tried to hide, pushing your ass outward as his hand connects with you once more.

“Harder, Cross, please...” you whine, and Crosshair looks down between your legs just in time to see a thin bead of your arousal drip onto the carpet. “Please...” You hear him chuckle darkly behind you as one of his hands rests on your other ass cheek, his thumb pulling at your outer lips to inspect you.

“This is certainly something, my love. The more I spank you, the wetter you get,” Crosshair muses. “You know...it's one thing to be a little cock tease; you excel at that. It's quite another to be a complete fucking whore.” There's a sharp crack and a cry of shock from you as Crosshair's palm kisses your flesh, searing heat left in its wake.

“Cross, what the fuck?!” you yell, glaring at him over your shoulder, ignoring his directive to stay facing the wall.

In an instant, Crosshair's hand grips the back of your head, pushing your face against the wall as his hand lands heavily on your ass cheek for a resounding slap. You let out a whimper as you close your eyes, your flesh burning like you've been struck with a red hot poker. “That's just a love tap, doll. Now you're going to learn the true meaning of pain!” He strikes you again, this time leaving a clear outline of his hand behind. Tears of shock begin to well in your eyes as the relentless onslaught continues, the throbbing of your stinging flesh now making you realize you made the fatal mistake of underestimating just how brutally intense he can be.

“I'm...sorry...Cross...” your breath catching in your throat, choking on every word when his barbarous hand refuses to yield. “I'm...so—”

“Not good enough, cyaré...” he hisses, cracking you sharply three times in quick succession, your anguished cries falling on deaf ears. He sees that you're already starting to bruise slightly from the heavy impact, and without breaking his rhythm, switches hands to turn his attention to your other ass cheek. The assault is no less vicious, everything singing with pain as Crosshair's ruthless hand leaves no part of you untouched, each upward strike sending acute heat rippling over the surface of your tender flesh. “Fucking greedy slut, who owns that sweet little cunt of yours?!”

“You, Cross!” you wail, shutting your eyes tightly as hot tears begin to flow, taking your mascara with them, ugly black trails oozing their way down your face.

“And?!” he snarls, winding his hand into your hair and yanking your head back as he scores another fierce hit, this time splaying his fingers to maximize the pain.

“Tech, goddamn it!”

Crosshair pauses for a split second to look down and see that both of your ass cheeks are raw and stained scarlet, with dark purplish contusions erupting under the surface of the skin. He lets go of your hair and laughs quietly, nodding his head in approval at his handiwork. “Have you learned your lesson, cyar'íka? For your sake, you'd better say yes. Any more of this, and you're going to bleed.”

“Never again, Cross...never without permission,” you say quietly. “Forgive me, both of you. Please,” you whisper, tears of honest regret starting to course down your stained face.

Crosshair comes around you to slowly bring your arms down. He rests a hand on your back, the other above your breasts to bring you back up to a standing position. He take your chin in his hand, looking down at your dirty, tear stained face. “See? That wasn't so bad, now, was it? I didn't think you'd be able to withstand that, but you took it so well. I'm proud of how strong you are, baby.” He kisses your forehead tenderly, then kneels down to open the cuffs. “Tech, get the binders off her while I get something to clean her up.”

Tech gets up out of the armchair, his pants hanging loosely around his hips. He has the remote for the binders in his hand, and with the push of a button, you're completely free from your bonds. “My love, are you all right?” he frets, taking your hands in his, kissing them warmly. “That was...remarkably intense. I was positive that you would use your safe word, but you endured, and for that, I am most proud of you.” He runs his hand over the top of your head and down onto your neck, pulling your forehead to his chest in a gentle embrace, his other hand stroking your back in small circles. “No more tears, cyaré. It's over now. You're safe, and you are loved beyond measure.”

Crosshair emerges from the en suite refresher with a bottle of bacta spray and a few damp washcloths. He hands everything but one of the washcloths to Tech, then proceeds to carefully wipe your face. You sigh, the soothing warmth of the cloth and Crosshair's gentle motions a stark contrast from the extremes he just put you through. He removes the last of your makeup, then his lips graze your cheek lightly before he touches them to yours for a soft, almost apologetic kiss. “Much better,” he says after he sees you smile up at him. “Now you don't look like a little raccoon. Kitten, this isn't going to feel good, but I need to take care of your ass, or the bacta spray won't be as effective.”

“Come lie down,” Tech says as he lays down one of your favorite waterproof blankets. “I've been working on modifying the formula to the typical bacta spray available on the market so that it's even faster acting, resulting in very little recovery time. This should work well for minor injuries, and irritations to skin such as abrasions, contusions, or pruritis.”

“My skin feels like it's on fire,” you reply. “Let's give it a whirl. The worst case scenario is that playtime is over for the night because I'm out of action, and that's the last thing I want.”

“The feeling is mutual, cyaré,” Crosshair says as he begins to undress, skinning off his shirt and pants until he's left in his underwear. You can see he's still half hard, and desire wells in your chest, concentrated wet heat pooling between your legs. “Go lie face down, and I'll take care of you,” he assures.

You're grateful for the comfort of your bed and the large pillow that Tech moved into place for you as you painstakingly lie down, wincing as you try and get into a relaxed position. Crosshair joins you and takes the bottle of bacta spray, lightly misting your inflamed, angry looking skin. You groan and let out a hiss at the initial sting of the bacta, but it goes to work as Tech promised, immediately cooling your flesh. Crosshair makes a second pass with the spray, carefully blotting when it starts to run off the sides of your cheeks. He lays down one more round, then applies the washcloths.

“Be still,” he says softly, stroking your cheek with a finger. “Such a good girl, never fussing even though it hurts. I need to thank you for being so willing to try that with me, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. You are everything to me, mésh'la...I love you.” Tenderly, he pets the back of your head, smiling as you make little sounds of contentment. His hand works its way down your neck and onto your upper back, caressing you and feeling himself growing a little harder when you moan pleasurably. “The tough part is done. Tech's got a few things he'd like to try before the two of us finish taking care of you. How's your ass feel?” He carefully pulls up one of the washcloths and sees that even within the span of several minutes, your skin isn't as red. “Definitely starting to look better...what do you think, vod?”

“How are you feeling, love? You certainly look much more comfortable,” Tech inquires.

Tech lifts up the cloth on your other cheek and nods in agreement. “A vast improvement, I should say. The contused areas are receding quickly. I shall make a note in my records that this particular formula is quite efficacious. Crosshair, please stay with cuun cyaré for a moment while I gather a few things that I am going to need.” You hear the bedroom door open as Tech leaves, and you wonder just what he has in mind.

It doesn't take long before Tech returns, closing the door behind him with his foot. Crosshair looks over and sees him cradling a bowl against his chest, his other hand holding on to several items. He carefully sets everything down on one of the nightstands, and now Crosshair sees just exactly what Tech was concealing. The bowl is filled with water and some ice cubes, its companions a small jar of some kind of unguent, a pair of blackout lenses not entirely unlike Tech's, a sleek black anal plug, and a remote control. He chuckles quietly, knowing precisely what Tech plans on doing with you. Tech finishes undressing, slinging his pants over the rest of his clothing on the armchair before coming to sit next to you, opposite Crosshair.

“Much better, Tech. I don't really feel much pain anymore,” you reply honestly.

Crosshair removes both of the washcloths, and both he and Tech can see that your skin is nearly back to its normal state, with just a few purplish blotches left behind. He lays his hand on your ass, and it's quite cool to the touch. “You have a tiny amount of bruising left, but everything else is clear,” he says. “Do you feel like you're comfortable enough to roll over onto your back?”

Tech shifts over to give you space as you carefully reposition yourself until you're propped up on an elbow. You lower yourself and settle in, then let your breath out through slightly pursed lips. “So far, so good, guys. Just a little bit sore in a couple spots, but nothing like what it was.” You reach out for both of them, hands resting on the backs of their heads as they let you pull them in close to your face, moaning softly as they each kiss a corner of your mouth. Tech's lips meet yours for a brief kiss, followed by Crosshair's. “I'm ready for you, Tech,” you whisper.

Crosshair gets up and lays his hand over your heart before leaning down to kiss you soundly, holding back a small moan as your tongue glides over his with fervor. He breaks the kiss and touches his finger to the tip of your nose. “Be good for Tech, cyaré. I think you're really going to love what he has planned.” He moves to sit in the armchair Tech occupied, where he has an unobstructed view of you lying in bed before him. His cock twitches impatiently under his shorts, already excited for what's to come. “She's all yours, vod. I can't wait to see this,” he chuckles.

Tech picks up the blackout lenses from the nightstand, holding them above you and turning them around so you can see them from all angles. “With your permission, I would like to put these on you first. In theory, they will have a calming effect and in turn, force you to rely on your other senses. I designed these myself; you can see they are almost identical to what I wear, in terms of appearance. However, you will be essentially blind, which means you have to trust me implicitly.”

You sit up and take the lenses from Tech, conducting your own inspection by holding them up against the light, seeing nothing penetrating the thick material. “I don't have a problem with these, Tech. Of course, if something changes, I'll use my safe word.” You hold them over your eyes and he carefully slips the band around your head, making the necessary adjustments. Having your vision purposely erased is jarring, and you tilt your head to the side, already more cognizant of sound now that you can't see anything. “This is...very peculiar, but it isn't unpleasant,” you remark.

“I'm going to touch your back and chest as I ease you down,” Tech says quietly, watching you closely for any signs of rising panic. “Please do not wait to tell me if you are experiencing dysphoria or any other kind of disorientation.” He slides one of his hands down to the middle of your back and rests the other one between your breasts, carefully lowering you back down onto the bed with your head on the pillow. When you've settled in, he gets up and stands at the foot of the bed and looks you over, smiling as he sees how relaxed and serene you are. “Look how beautiful she is, Crosshair. Cuun cyaré...”

Crosshair nods sagely, a peaceful smile growing as his eyes roam over you. “Our beautiful shining star,” he agrees. “She could have had anyone, but she chose us. We're the luckiest bastards in the galaxy, Tech, I'm telling you.”

“That, we are, ner vod. That, we are.” Tech grins and goes over to the bowl of ice cubes, dipping his fingers in the water. “Prepare yourself, cyar'íka, this is going to be a bit of a shock.”

He lets the water bead off the tips of his fingers directly onto your chest and laughs when you let out a loud gasp, arching your back up while you clutch at the blanket. He moves his hand downward, the droplets of frigid water on your heated skin both pleasurable and uncomfortable all at the same time. Wetting his fingers once more, Tech lets a considerable amount of water drip onto your pubic mound, where it runs down onto your clit and outer lips, making you groan loudly. As you reach down to touch yourself, you feel Tech climbing onto the bed with you, using his other hand to push your legs apart.

“Hands behind your head, love. Keep them there until I indicate otherwise,” Tech says, his voice starting to grow heavy with lust. “Do not lull yourself into believing that I have no intention of disciplining you simply because I will not be heavy handed.” He reaches over into the bowl and pulls out an ice cube, letting it drip all over your breasts, watching your nipples harden. “I have my methods, and they are exceedingly efficient.”

Chills run down your spine with those last two words, and while you have no idea what he really means by that, you comply with his request and put your hands behind your head. Tech slips his arm under your knee and around your thigh, effectively holding you in place. Slowly, he begins to swirl the ice cube over one nipple, the tissue instantaneously growing diamond hard. As he rubs the ice cube over your other nipple, he grins deviously as you arch up into him once more and emit a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan. Tech places the partially melted ice cube between your breasts, gliding it down your stomach toward your mound where he lets it dissolve.

“That's my good girl,” he says quietly, leaning down until he's within reach of one of your nipples.

You can feel the heat of his breath against your chilled skin as his tongue emerges, flicking over the stiff little peak lightly before his lips close over it. He suckles on you gently, closing his eyes as his hand reaches for your other nipple, pulling it between his thumb and forefinger. Tech flicks his tongue steadily over you and hears your breath catch before you let out a delicate moan. He starts to roll and pinch the pebbled flesh, fresh heat building between your legs as your clit pulses, triggering tiny contractions deep in your cleft. Without thinking, you lift your hips up into him, mutely begging for him to dive between your legs and relieve your growing arousal.

Tech releases your nipple as the hand on your breast gravitates to your hip, pinning you to the bed. “Save your energy, my love. You will be given no release until I deem it appropriate.” He sits up and lets go of your leg, reaching into the bowl to take another ice cube. Glancing down, he sees the slickness between your folds and how engorged you are. “You burn far too hot, cyaré...let me remedy your fever.”

The instant the ice cube touches your clit, the shock of the numbing cold makes you nearly scream as you buck your hips up powerfully enough to loosen Tech's grip. He chuckles and pushes you back down, gripping you tighter as he rubs the ice cube around your clit, watching in fascination as it involuntarily contracts with each pass. Tech examines your face curiously, seeing your brow furrow as you let out an open-mouthed moan, then smile and bite your lower lip as he draws the ice cube over your outer lips and deeper into your folds. The radiant heat of your flesh makes short work of the remaining ice until it's little more than a small piece. You gasp sharply as Tech breaches your entrance with the remnant, shivering as it melts away.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” you drawl as icy water dribbles back out, dampening the blanket underneath you.

“This is certainly unexpected,” Tech observes with great amusement. “Your visceral reaction suggests you are aroused by this. Let us see how long that lasts, once that fiery little pussy of your is packed with ice,” he adds, his voice palpably thick with desire.

“Do it...fill me up,” you reply breathlessly. “I want to try...”

“That's my courageous, beautiful girl. You never back down from a challenge...”

Tech smiles and traces his fingertip over your clit, teasing you by rubbing it for a few seconds before he moves to spread your outer lips, still quite cold to the touch. He presses his finger against your entrance, and you can't resist moaning his name as it slips inside, navigating to your sensitive spot. Again he teases you, stroking the tiny area gently, holding back a moan as your inner walls squeeze around him. Tech withdraws and brings his finger to your mouth, tracing the outline of your lips.

Automatically, you open up and Tech slides his finger in, grinning as your lips close around him. As you begin to suck your juices off him, he closes his eyes followed with a quiet groan as his cock stirs to life. “That's it, baby...like you're sucking my cock,” he says in a heated whisper, sliding his middle finger into your mouth. Tech slowly moves his fingers in and out, relishing the sound of your muffled moaning, inordinately pleased at how eager you are to taste yourself. “Greedy isn't the word for you, mésh'la. You are utterly voracious.”

Tech pulls his fingers out of your mouth, then reaches into the bowl and plucks out an ice cube, wanting to start with one to get you acclimated. He rubs the ice along your outer lips, eliciting another gasp from you as he pushes it deeper until it's parked at your entrance. You let out a soft cry as Tech pushes the ice into you as far as it will go, legs twitching as if you're in the throes of an orgasm. Encouraged by your reaction, he returns to the bowl to take a few more cubes, carefully inserting them one at a time. Your breath comes in short heaving gasps, your pussy growing increasingly more numb as Tech takes the last of the ice cubes and packs the rest of them into you.

“Now, cyar'íka...you're going to keep them in there until that fire is extinguished,” he says, his silken voice enveloping you like a liquid shroud. “Push any of them out, and I return with more until you acquiesce.”

“No more ice, Tech... I'll be...good, I— Oh, fuck...” you stutter, trembling from the cold.

Tech laughs softly and runs his fingers along your knees and down your smooth, silky thighs, stopping short of your mound as he spies water beginning to leak out of you. His cock flexes and stiffens within the confines of his undershorts, moving back from you to pull them off. You feel him shift so that he's lying down, resting on an elbow as he takes his half-erect cock in hand, stroking it and watching more water run out of you. You hear Crosshair rise from the armchair, the whisper-soft sound of fabric passing over skin evident as he frees himself from his underwear.

A moment later, Crosshair sits down on the bed, the sudden weight shift making you turn your head in his direction. You smile as he strokes your cheek softly with a finger, playfully taking the tip of it into your mouth when he draws it across your lips. He chuckles as you catch him between your teeth, holding him in place. “Mind if I borrow her mouth for a while? I think cyar'íka wants to be fed.”

Tech sits up and leans forward, taking your hands in his while bringing your arms down. “As long as you let me drink from her pussy, I have no objections.” Crosshair slips a hand under your back and lifts you as Tech takes several pillows and puts them behind you. “Crosshair is going to need your hands, love. Sitting up should make it easier for you.” Tech moves into position between your legs, and you let out a soft moan as the heat of his breath ghosts across your mound. “I'm parched, baby...slake my thirst,” he mutters, his lips hovering just above your clit.

Tech lets the tip of his tongue graze the underside of it, the slightest touch making you let loose with a breathy moan as you snake your hips back and forth. He lazily swirls his tongue around you, each pass making the sensitive flesh progressively swell as more water seeps out of you. You reach out for him clumsily, not knowing exactly where to put your hand until Crosshair guides you, putting it on the back of Tech's head. Tech closes his lips over your clit, sucking the tiny nub tenderly while his tongue massages it from underneath, moaning softly as cold water dampens his chin.

He lets go and slips his tongue through your folds, bringing his mouth flush against your cold, wet entrance. The grip you have on the back of his head tightens as he begins to push his way inside with a sense of urgency, and you feel the vibrations from the depth of his moaning when water flows into his mouth. His strong hands wrap around your thighs and squeeze tightly as you bear down, water flowing from you like a river. He downs every last drop you can give him, a low growl building in his chest as he pulls his mouth away.

“Satisfied?” Crosshair chuckles, smirking as Tech looks up at him, his chin dripping with a combination of water and your juices.

“Like being served the finest cocktail the galaxy has to offer,” Tech replies, sitting up and dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. “I am nowhere near satisfied, however, and by the looks of it, neither are you,” he sniggers, seeing Crosshair with his cock in hand. “Keep cyar'íka occupied while I prepare her for her next experience. Hand me that jar, would you? She tolerates the cold better than most polar squadrons I've seen, but now I would like to see how she reacts when I rekindle her fire and stoke the flames.”

Crosshair reaches next to him and takes the small brown glass jar with the nondescript unguent, handing it to Tech. He unscrews the lid and dips his fingertip in, pulling out a creamy white blob of salve. “Something of your own creation, vod?” Crosshair asks, genuinely curious as to what it is.

“Indeed, it is. This is a formula I have been most anxious to introduce. It serves a dual purpose; it not only heightens arousal, but also has a pleasurable warming effect that can last hours. There are personal lubricants available that boast these claims, but after testing them on myself, I concluded they are vastly inferior.” Crosshair rolls his eyes impatiently and Tech clears his throat, looking down at you. “Cyaré, I am going to apply this both inside and out. You should feel the effects almost immediately, if my hypothesis is correct.”

Tech rubs his thumb against his fingertip, smearing the cream over his index finger. He applies a small amount to your clit, rubbing over the entire surface until it absorbs. You let out a gasp as your pearl fills with warmth and pleasant tingling. Tech smiles and guides his fingers back into your pussy with the remainder of the cream, coating your walls with it. Mere moments pass before the same delicious heat builds in the core of your pussy, and you mewl softly as your clit begins to pulse. The flame becomes a roaring bonfire, with both men watching you arch your back and grasp at the blanket, spreading your legs invitingly for them.

Crosshair gets to his knees and takes your chin in his hand, turning you toward him. Your breath catches in your throat, only able to emit a tiny squeak as he raps his erection roughly against your cheek. “Suck my cock, kitten. Don't worry about what Tech's going to do,” he rasps. “That's my girl...I wish you could see how pretty you are when I'm stuffed in your mouth,” he praises as he pushes against your lips, watching himself disappear inch by inch.

You bring a hand up and wrap it around him, squeezing firmly when you've taken in as much as you can handle. Blindly groping for his thigh with your other hand, you eventually find it and hold on tightly as you begin to move your head back and forth. Crosshair rests a hand on the top of your head as he reaches down between his legs to cup his balls, massaging the swollen orbs while your tongue swirls around his tip. You pull him into your mouth and let your tongue glide underneath his shaft, earning you a low moan as your hand twists its way back up.

“Just like that, baby...don't you fucking stop,” Crosshair groans as you suck on him more aggressively, hollowing out your cheeks and gripping him tighter with each stroke.

Tech catches you unaware, sneakily reintroducing his fingers into your pussy and making a beeline for your sweet spot, expertly applying just the right amount of pressure to the tiny area, making you moan heavily around Crosshair's cock. He draws his fingers in and out achingly slow as the thumb and forefinger of his other hand retract the hood of your clit, grinning broadly when he sees that you're fully engorged. Deftly, he whorls the flat of his thumb around you in concentric circles, your pussy closing down around his fingers. White hot liquid euphoria ripples through you as Tech starts to penetrate you steadily, his manipulation of your clit keeping pace.

Crosshair lets out a frustrated groan because you're slowing down and losing focus as you're rapidly consumed by Tech's ministrations. “Do as I fucking tell you and keep sucking my cock,” he growls, slapping your cheek lightly, snapping you back to attention as you desperately try to ignore how swiftly Tech is drawing you to an orgasm.

He takes the back of your head in his hand and starts pushing you down on his cock, chuckling when he drives too far and triggers your gag reflex, tears pricking the corner of your eyes before he releases you. A thick trail of saliva connects your tongue to the head of his cock as you pull him out, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath without retching. Crosshair lets out a wicked laugh as he slides back into your mouth, goading as you start over again. “You were going to suck that useless reg's cock if we hadn't been there, weren't you? You fucking whore...”

Heat blooms in your cheeks at the sound of Crosshair's poison, and in retaliation, you rake your teeth lightly over his shaft as you pull back. He clenches his jaw and lets out a loud hiss, curling his fingers tightly into your hair as you gently bite the head of his cock. You pull him out with a soft pop and encircle the base of him with your thumb and index finger, forming a tight ring as you begin to stroke him. A low moan rolls out of Crosshair as your other hand leaves his thigh and makes contact with his balls, caressing them tenderly. You hold your fingers in place as he starts to thrust through them, groaning loudly when the knot in his core pulls tighter.

“I'm close, cyaré,” he pants. “Your mouth...now.”

“Nayç, Crosshair. You will give her nothing,” Tech mandates, seeing Crosshair's expression start to sour. “The wait will be worth it, I assure you.”

Crosshair huffs and pulls back from you, his thighs trembling from the tension while he fights to stay in check, realizing that as usual, Tech is correct. Spilling his seed now would only result in being able to fill you that much less when he finally gets to fuck you. He sits back down next to you and watches Tech draw his fingers tirelessly in and out while he rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger, listening to your divine whimpering. Your walls clamp down around him with each small contraction, and he watches your legs shudder as he drives you dangerously close to your peak.

“I can feel your cunt tighten around my fingers, mésh'la. Do you want my cock that badly?”

“Fuck me, Tech,” you whine, reaching out for him. “I want to come for you...gedet'ye, ner cyaré.”

Tech intercepts your hand and leans forward to kiss your palm with a deviant chuckle. “That is not what I asked you, although it is rather endearing to hear you beg. I've no intention of releasing you just yet.” He pulls his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet, sticky sound, admiring how creamy his fingers look coated with your secretions. His fingers trail from your pussy down to your ass cheeks, and you feel him rubbing your juices on your tight hole. You gasp at the intrusion, your heart beginning to race as Tech firmly pushes, but doesn't enter.

“Will you let me in, cyar'íka? I know this is new for you, and I can sense your intimidation. There is something that will help loosen you up and prepare you for us...”

“Us?” you ask nervously. “That means you both want to...?”

Crosshair chuckles and takes one of your hands, squeezing it reassuringly. “We both want to fuck that pretty little ass of yours. It's been on our to-do list for a long time.” He reaches over to the nightstand and takes the anal plug and the remote, handing them to Tech. You hear the drawer open as Crosshair rummages around for the bottle of lube you always keep in there. “This isn't going to hurt a bit. But, use your safe word if you're not into it.”

Tech moves his finger away and you quietly groan when the cool tip of the plug take its place. You hear the snap of the lube bottle as Tech dribbles a little onto the plug and smears some over you. “I will go slowly, my love. Just relax, and when I tell you to push out, do it; the entrance will be much easier for you.”

“Crosshair – ” you utter apprehensively.

“You've got this, baby, don't worry,” Crosshair murmurs into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “I'm right here. Nothing is going to happen to you.”

Tech nudges the tip of the plug a fraction into you, watching your mouth drop open as you already feel the stretching. He pushes it a little deeper, keeping close watch on you for signs of overt pain. You let out a soft hiss as you're stretched a little wider, and Tech stops to grab the remote. “This might feel a little strange, but it will help with the discomfort.” He pushes the button for the lowest setting, breath catching in your throat at the intense vibrations. “Now bear down a little...you are taking this remarkably well. That's my good girl.”

You exhale sharply and push, feeling the plug slide in with less resistance. Tech carefully maneuvers it until you reach its full diameter. You groan softly at how tightly you feel stretched, Tech pausing when he sees you're uncomfortable. He takes the thumb of his open hand and starts rubbing your clit. Within moments, your pelvic floor loosens enough to let him ease the rest of it into you. He pushes the base of the plug flush against you and then activates the next level of vibration, watching with amusement when your hands clamp over your mouth, fighting the urge to scream as you swivel your hips.

“Fascinating, Crosshair,” Tech says as he shifts back from you, “I do believe she is experiencing nearly the same level of pleasure that you and I do, when we use similar implements. How does it feel, love?”

“Really full, but not in a negative way,” you reply. “It just feels like everything from the waist down is vibrating, which is...”

“Strange,” Crosshair interjects. “You get used to it, trust me. But right now, I think the more important thing is who gets to fuck you first, hm? You need to see how wet Tech and I are for you,” he says, his sultry voice dripping black ichor. “I don't think you'll need these anymore.”

He lifts the lenses away from your eyes, then pulls them off your head and sets them on the nightstand. Blinking owlishly as you acclimate to the light of your bedroom, it registers that Tech lies on his back before you, propped up on an elbow with his fully primed cock in hand. You can see wetness blossoming from the tip, ready to weep onto his stomach; your mouth waters just thinking about diving between his legs and bleeding him white. Letting your eyes roam their way up his lean, muscular frame, you eventually meet his gaze, his deep amber eyes harboring a mischievous glint.

“Cyaré, you have no idea how loud your thoughts are...it is almost deafening,” Tech teases, stroking his cock slowly as he beckons to you and points between his legs. “Come and let me whet your appetite, baby...show me how starved you are.”

Tech reclines fully, bringing up his legs as you align yourself between them. You wrap an arm around one of his thighs, taking ownership of his hot, swollen length and eagerly bringing him to your lips. He exhales sharply and curses under his breath as you delicately kiss the head of his cock, letting your tongue skillfully glide around it, hearing him moan as you let the tip of your tongue graze the tiny slit. Forming a ring with your fingers just under his glans, you apply steady pressure until another bead of pre-cum oozes out, using it to lubricate your thumb as you flick it along his frenulum. Tech moans deeply when his legs start to twitch, and you stifle laughter as you dig your nails into his thigh.

“Who's hungry, Tech? I'm starting to think it isn't me!” you taunt as he looks up to see a devilish look on your face.

“Sassy little minx, aren't you? Crosshair, the remote, if you please. Turn it up a few more levels and adjust cuun cyaré's undesirable attitude.”

“With only the greatest pleasure,” Crosshair replies with ominous laughter. He takes the remote and pushes it a few more times, the speed and intensity of the vibrations making you lyelp. He laughs even more when your hand flies to your ass to cover the plug. “I advise you to stay on task. Show Tech how nicely you can take his cock, instead of being so fucking mouthy.”

Tech stretches out his legs and you reposition yourself on your knees, resting your hands on his thighs. You close your eyes and moan blissfully as the vibrating seemingly spreads inside your cleft, tickling your walls and making your clit pulse. Your hands creep their way up, rocking forward on your knees until you reach his hips, gripping them as your tongue emerges to lick him base to tip. Tech runs his fingers through your hair and cradles the back of your head when one of your hands envelops him, squeezing firmly as it travels its way upward.

You let a bit of saliva pool in your mouth before you let it drip over the swollen head of his cock, cupping it as you roll your fingers and palm around to massage him. He tilts his hips and groans as you start back down his shaft, the hand on your head urging you forward until he's nudged against your lips. You start to inch him in, flattening out your tongue as he disappears farther into your mouth, your muted moaning sending vibrations all through his cock. You hear his breath catch as you rise, showing him just how skilled you are, sucking vigorously while your hand twists expertly around him.

Crosshair watches you attentively, admiring the view of your plug-filled ass and the blossom of your pussy, your outer lips spread wide open. His cock stirs when he sees a long bead of your slick clinging to your outer lips and he starts stroking himself again, the edging paying off as he grows rock hard quickly. He gets to his knees and aligns himself behind you, resting his hands upon the plush globes of your ass. He chuckles, seeing you pause for a moment and let out a muffled whimper, knowing you fear he's going to spank you again. Tenderly, he massages your soft flesh, nudging one of your legs to the side with his knee as he inches forward enough to let the head of his cock kiss your entrance.

“It's always such a delight to see how wet you get when you're sucking cock, kitten. Time to give that hungry pussy a little taste of dessert,” he says, taking one of your hips in his hand as his other takes hold of his cock to guide its way into you. Crosshair closes his eyes, breathing out forcefully as he sinks deeper into the tight channel, moaning softly at the sensation of the plug vibrating through the thin wall of muscle, tickling his cock and inviting him to spill inside you. You can hear his breathing becoming inconsistent as he seats himself completely inside you, trying to stay in check in the battle against the plug and your constricting walls. Holding still, he closes his hand around your other hip, gripping your waist as he refocuses, pulling himself back until he's almost out of you.

“Is she...hnngg...to your liking, vod?” Tech grunts as you hungrily suck on the head of his cock, feeling him starting to swell and tense in your hand, well on his way to his climax.

“So fucking hot and wet,” Crosshair replies, letting out another moan as he pushes his way back in, earning a cry of pleasure from you as his swollen tip kisses your cervix. Now he begins to move, pumping his hips gradually and watching himself plunge in and out, his cock getting coated with your cream each time he withdraws. It isn't long before he speeds up, the sound of skin on skin lewd each time his hips collide noisily with your ass. “That's it, my little slut, take my cock,” he growls, taking a fistful of your hair and fucking you harder.

Tech starts to sit up, propping himself on an elbow as he takes your chin in his other hand, resisting the urge to moan as the arousal in his core threatens to spiral out of control. “Cyar'íka, stop... I'm...too close,” he pants, lifting your head up off his throbbing length, perilously near to exploding in your mouth. Knowing you can no longer compete between sucking on him or being fucked by Crosshair, Tech gingerly moves back from you and gets to his knees, coming to your side to reach underneath you. Without interrupting Crosshair's momentum, he finds your clit easily, the tiny nubbin already slick with wetness and aching to be teased.

The moment his fingertip touches you, a lusty moan springs forth as you stretch your arms out in front of you, lowering yourself onto the bed. “Touch me,” you plead, moaning plaintively as Tech applies a little friction and swipes his fingers back and forth over your clit. “Please let me come...”

You let out a startled yelp as Crosshair lightly slaps one of your ass cheeks and presses his palm down on the middle of your back, slowing down his thrusting to a lazy rocking. “Begging is childish, unflattering, and beneath you, cyaré. Big girls use their words when they want something.” He yanks you back against him, sinking himself all the way in with one fluid motion. You let out a cry as his cock stretches your pussy to the fullest, flexing as he feels the plug vibrating much more acutely. He retreats, stopping as the head of his cock spreads your entrance open, pausing momentarily before he shoves himself back into you, burying himself to the hilt.

“Look at that famished little cunt, swallowing me whole,” Crosshair observes as he slowly pulls back, once more parking himself at your entrance. Swiftly, he bucks his hips into you, each word punctuated with a forceful thrust. “One...would...think...we...never...feed...you!” A primal sounding growl rips from his throat as he grabs your ass, holding on tightly as he returns to fucking you hard and fast, your cries of ecstasy driving him into a frenzy.

Tech's nimble fingers return between your legs to seek out their quarry, the sensitive bundle of nerves screaming for relief. Each slippery pass over your clit sends rippling shockwaves of pleasure through you, amplified by the wild buzzing of the plug and Crosshair's thick cock massaging your sweet spot with each forward surge. Deep-seated moans pour out of you as Tech flicks his fingertip along the underside of your clit, luscious heat spreading like wildfire. Your thighs start to quake against their will as you're being launched closer to your apex, hoping that you will be granted the release you so desperately want.

“Fuck, I'm so close...” you nearly sob as you feel Crosshair's cock tightening up, your inner walls catching him in a stranglehold.

He groans loudly and bites his lower lip, struggling to remain disciplined and deny himself release until Tech calls him off. Loosening the grip on your waist, he rests his hands on your ass to let you take over. Pressing your face into the blanket, you start throwing back against him, your ass clapping against his hips in a vulgar staccato. Crosshair moans as he watches his cock vanish into the depths of your pussy, the coil of arousal winding tightly. “Hurry up, vod, I'm not going to last much longer at this rate,” he chokes out, feeling the burning tension in his thighs.

“Patience is a virtue, Crosshair,” Tech replies as he switches techniques, grasping your clit between his thumb and forefinger as he fondles you, the sensation of your hood being pulled along its sides almost tipping you over the edge. “She's nearly there,” he confirms, seeing your face alight with sheer felicity. He squeezes your clit between his fingers just a little, stroking you fervently until he feels you dripping onto his hand.

“Tech, I... Fuck, I'm gonna...”

“Cyar'íka, are you all right? Do you want us to stop?” he asks, growing alarmed when you refuse to answer him.

“Now, Crosshair!”

Tech releases your clit as Crosshair pulls out and falls back against the mound of pillows, panting as he resists the urge to finish himself off. An angry sounding sob bursts from you as you ball up your fist and slam it down, dismayed by the sudden lack of stimulation. Tech looks over at Crosshair, great concern etched all over his face as Crosshair's eyes widen, with the question of did we go too far? racing through their minds, completely taken aback by your reaction. Slowly, you get yourself upright, sitting back on your feet as your hands cover your face, unbidden tears of frustration stinging your eyes. Tech reaches out for you, closing his hand around your forearm and noticing that you're quivering.

“Ayósa, please...this is important. We didn't hurt you, did we?” Crosshair asks uneasily as he reaches for the remote, turning off the plug before he sits up and gently lays a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, baby, talk to us. Did we do something wrong?”

You take your hands away from your face and let them drop into your lap. Tech lets go of your arm and gets up to sit in front of you, taking your chin in his hand to lift your head until your eyes meet his. He watches as tears cloud your vision and roll down your cheeks, your expression devoid of emotion. A thick lump forms in your throat as you try to think of something to say that won't end up seeming like misdirected anger. Tech's words from earlier ring hollow in your mind - “...I have my methods, and they're exceedingly efficient...”

“You were right, Tech. Your methods of punishment are efficient, so congratulations...you win. Honestly, I didn't know you have a sadistic streak,” you reply with disconcerting flatness.

“I am a great many things, ner cyaré, but a sadist is not one of them,” Tech says, brushing your hair away from your face as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “I did not consider that denying you pleasure to an extreme may cause undue stress to such a degree. For that, I am most sorry. Gedet'ye...forgive me. Forgive us.”

Crosshair presses himself up against your back, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and crossing the other over your chest, resting his head on top of yours. Your hands cover his, interlacing your fingers as he squeezes you tightly. He takes a deep breath and exhales loudly through his nose while he carefully chooses his next words.

“Cyar'íka,I have never deviated from the belief that there is a great deal of beauty in vulnerability. It is a state of being that requires the utmost trust between two people, because you are sharing a part of yourself kept locked away, and once it's in the hands of another, you hope it won't be abused. Tonight, you've done just that; you have laid bare your vulnerabilities for us, trusted without question, and done things that are new and intimidating.

We never know what we are truly capable of until we are pushed to our limits, but you have shown us that you are remarkably strong and resilient, coupled with a ferocious need to please. Tech and I would never dare jeopardize our bond with you by willfully manipulating your mind and body to our own selfish ends. So if I have done something to hurt you, cyaré, I apologize.”

He lifts his hand from your chest, bringing his lips to the back of your hand, kissing it softly. Tech follows suit, plucking your other hand from your waist to leave a warm, tender kiss upon it before he presses it to his face. You turn to look at him and you see that sweet, boyish grin that you've never been able to resist. The pent-up frustration simmering just under the surface dissipates when you remind yourself that these are your men, they love you, and this is just a game. Leaning your head back against Crosshair's shoulder, you reach up and run your fingers up his neck and into his hair, hearing him sigh contentedly in your ear.

“Do you want to continue, love? There will be no more discipline tonight,” Tech asks quietly. “You have been extraordinarily patient with us, and now everything to come is for you. For all of us, really.” Your hesitance to respond spreads tendrils of uneasiness through his chest, and he quickly adds, “O-only if you desire it, of course.”

“Is that a promise?”

“No more games,” Crosshair says, sliding his hands down your sides and over the curves of your hips. He cups your cheeks and spreads them, feeling his cock stir upon seeing your hole stretched tightly around the plug. “You should be more than adequately prepared down there for us, now. Push out when I tell you, baby. It'll make it easier to take this out.”

He takes the base of the plug and starts pulling it, a soft moan rising from you as the sense of fullness lessens. Crosshair's free hand closes down on your shoulder as the thickest part of the plug starts to emerge, pausing when you let out a soft grunt of discomfort. “Bear down, cyaré...it's almost out. That's my good girl...just a little more,” he says softly, watching as your hole flares out, the plug appearing with a crude sticky sound. He reaches over and deposits the plug and the remote on the nightstand, taking the bottle of lube to drizzle some into his hand. “Now comes the fun part. You're going to feel my fingers inside you, but before I do this, this is your last chance to tell us if you still want to finish.”

“We're not done tonight until we've all come enough to almost pass out,” you reply. “No more edging, no more teasing, no more bullshit. Let's just fuck until we can't see straight.”

Tech's eyebrows raise at your candor, looking over at Crosshair as he nods agreeably. “I still have not had the pleasure of being in your pussy tonight, my love, so let me rectify that. Switch spots with me, Crosshair, for what you and I envisioned is going to require some creative maneuvering to achieve.” Tech takes your chin in his hand and looks at you, his eyes filled with adoration. “...and I very much want to see your beautiful face while we do this.” He leans in and brushes his lips over yours; they automatically part as your tongue reunites with his when he enters your mouth for a deep, ardent kiss.

Crosshair gets up and comes around to the foot of your bed, Tech taking his place and fluffing up the pillows before sinking into them. He waits patiently with arms outstretched, wanting you to climb atop and fall into his loving embrace. Delicately, you straddle his lap and nestle him between your folds. He pulls you down against his chest, your hands coming to his shoulders as he touches his forehead to yours, slowly lifting his hips. You drag yourself along his cock, coating him with your slickness as you meet him halfway. His hot, swollen tip connects with your entrance and his hands find their way to your hips, sinking himself into an inferno.

“Oh, mésh'la,” Tech moans lustily as your pussy greets him with an amorous kiss of its own, vise-like walls instantly constricting around him. “Ride me... You feel so good, cyaré...”

His hands roam their way up your back, fingers curling over your shoulders as he draws you to him once more until you're nose-to-nose. You slip your hands behind his back, mirroring him by closing your hands around his broad, muscular shoulders. Tech wastes no time, his mouth capturing yours for impassioned kisses as he starts thrusting. Eager hands return to your waist, holding you steady while you bounce on his cock a little faster. Flames lick your cleft each time his thick, engorged tip massages your sweet spot, the pulsing in your clit driving you mad.

Pulling one of your arms away from him, you wedge your hand down between your legs to finally give yourself much-needed relief. The tight fit between your body and Tech's works to your advantage, letting your fingertips provide greater friction as they press down and dance over the little node of overtaxed nerves. Tech lets out a breathy groan when your walls contract around him, fighting your grip as he withdraws from you, marveling at the way you're so adept at controlling your body while knowing precisely how to pleasure him. Your clit blazes with heat as you rub it faster to stay with the tempo of his driving hips, the low growling emanating from him the tell that he's already chasing his orgasm.

Crosshair watches you work your magic, and smears some of the residual lube on his fingers over his cock, stroking lazily and not having to wait long before his erection returns. He can see your hole opening slightly each time Tech spikes his cock all the way in, using the opportunity to park himself behind you, parting your cheeks just a little. You let out a surprised gasp and Crosshair pats your ass. “It's all right. Now you're going to feel my fingers, so relax and open up for me.” Burying your head against Tech's neck, a prolonged sigh draws from you as Crosshair easily slips in his index finger, penetrating you a few times before adding his middle. You hear him groan when he sees how stretched your hole is around him while he pumps his fingers in and out.

“Fuck, baby, you're so loose for me,” Crosshair whispers in fascination, scarcely believing that the moaning flooding out of you is because you're enjoying it. “How does that feel? Is this all right?”

“ 's better than all right,” you pant doggedly, almost letting out a scream as Crosshair's fingertips push downward and apply pressure. “So fucking tight and full...faster, Cross, don't stop,” you plead.

He doesn't hesitate, ramping up his pace until he's incessantly drilling into you. Your euphoric cries blend with Tech's deep-chested moans as your pussy throttles his cock in a death grip, thanks to Crosshair's intruding fingers narrowing your channel. You plant a hand on Tech's chest, pushing yourself up for a precarious balancing act as your hand mindlessly strays between your legs, clit slippery with the web of your juices. Tech's hold on your svelte hips tightens as he watches you work it for him, fingers swiping across the swollen nub at a frantic momentum. Head back with eyes shut, you're driving yourself higher up the cliff, needing both your men to catapult you off the edge and headlong into rapture.

“C-Cross...fuck me... I n-n-oh, gods-need your cock... Need that big cock,” you whimper.

You needn't ask twice, for a toothy grin spreads across his lean face as he pushes his fingers in up to the knuckles, his fingers stroking the wall of muscle separating him from Tech. A low growl builds in his throat as he feels your pussy suddenly contract along with Tech's cock jerking forcibly. “Ósik, baby...you've got it. I'm all yours,” he rasps, easing his fingers out and moaning softly as the cavernous gape of your hole awaits him. Crosshair scrambles for the bottle of lube, hands trembling in anticipation as he pours out a good amount into his palm, then drips more onto you.

He rubs his fingertips around your hole, massaging in the lube as he reaches down to apply the rest to his cock, aching to live out his fantasy. Tech spreads his legs apart a little farther and brings up his knees to allow Crosshair ample space. Lining up with your glistening puckered flesh, he presses his tip against you and languidly sinks into the depths of your ass with no resistance. He rests a hand on Tech's knee while his other grabs one of your cheeks, holding it to the side as he starts to fuck you. An unbridled scream of pleasure claws its way out of you at the sensation of two thick cocks, redefining the definition of fullness as they draw the line between just enough and too much. A stream of half-whispered, half-moaned curses from Tech and a rousing groan from Crosshair make you clench down around them both and rub your clit with even more fervor.

“So this is what...this feels like,” Tech grunts with exertion as he feels Crosshair through your narrow barrier. “Move together with me, vod, like we are rocking cyar'íka to sleep.”

The cadence of his thrusting slows as he waits for Crosshair to match his movements, and it isn't long until the two of them synchronize, purposely dragging their cocks to and fro with agonizing sluggishness. The volcanic heat bubbling within you rises ever higher, a cataclysmic eruption on the horizon. You hold still as Tech and Crosshair fuck you at a solid clip, and you realize it does feel like you're being rocked, although not to sleep. Rocked into the next fucking galaxy, you think. Unfettered moaning from both men fills the room, growing louder as they feel you constrict your floor around them.

“That's the way, kitten...we're all yours,” Crosshair whispers hotly, taking his hand off Tech's knee to bring his arm around you, cupping your breast and taking your nipple between his fingers. “Take what you need from us...we'll give you anything, cuun cyaré,” he moans as he feels Tech's cock starting to swell, with his responding in kind after another contraction around them both.

“Fuck...me...harder...” you hoarsely groan, each word jouncing out of you. “Fill the well and...m-make me come.”

“Mésh'la...naú'ul be kár'ta, whatever you desire,” Tech replies, his eyes closing and mouth going slack as instinct takes hold, the rutting of his hips becoming manic.

Crosshair's hips carom off your ass as he adapts to Tech's pace, pinching and tugging on your nipple the faster he ruts. He leans in and seeks out your neck, lips showering you with heated kisses before his tongue emerges to lick away your sweat. You let out a strangled cry when his mouth latches onto you, sucking on the thin, sensitive skin to gift you with his mark of ownership. Abruptly, he reaches between your legs and pushes your hand out of the way, wanting to be the one to lead you to bliss.

“Let it all go, baby...we've got you,” Crosshair reassures, his fingers waltzing over your clit. “You're so fucking hard for me, my sweet, precious girl. I know you're close. Don't hold anything back.”

The knot of arousal pulls tighter, threatening to unravel as the searing heat and electric pulsing concentrates in your center, unable to control your walls from clinching around both men. Crosshair holds you against his dripping wet chest, parking his head in the hollow of your neck. He nimbly adjusts his fingers so that he's stroking your clit between his thumb and the index, his moans vibrating against your neck as the tiny organ throbs between them. Crosshair's cock twitches and swells, the rough thrusting giving way to unstable shallow bucking, on the precipice of his own climax. Tech's eyes snap open at the encroaching tightness, greeted by the look of exhilaration on your face as you're ready to tumble off the mountaintop.

“Cross, make me come, baby...make me come,” you utter with a squeak, trying to catch your breath. “Fill me up...don't stop...n-need you both... Ni kar'tayl gar darásuum...”

Crosshair's fingers jerk over your clit a few more times and now there's no holding back the screaming as your orgasm breaks, nor the tears of pleasure streaming down your face as the floodgates open. Your walls spasm violently around both men, a sharp gasp and throaty moaning coming from Tech as you grind your hips and bear down in an attempt to expel him. His cock slips out of you along with a gush of your juices that drenches his groin and thighs, a shuddering groan coming from Crosshair as he feels the spatter on his legs.

His protective hold on you strengthens as you wriggle in his arms, trying to free yourself from his determined fingers that are still stroking your clit, pushing you dangerously into overstimulation. Your breath comes in great heaving sobs as he surges back into you, no longer penned in with Tech on the other side. He lets go of you and pulls himself away from your neck, running his hands down your body until they connect with your ass cheeks. Gripping them hard, he cants his hips up into you, cock stiffening with each successive thrust.

Crosshair pumps himself into you with a few short strokes before burying all the way in, stretching you to the absolute limit. His cock pulses in waves, with a guttural snarl breaking out of him as he comes, painting your depths with ropes of his hot seed. You hear him huffing laboriously when he lets go of your ass to drape himself around you, his arms encircling you in a crushing embrace. Rising slowly, he holds you by the shoulders, pulling out of you and pausing as the head of his cock is about to pop out, fixated on how perfect your hole looks spread around him. As a parting gift, he pushes back into you for a few more lazy thrusts, supremely amused by the suggestive wet noises following each one.

“Un-fucking-real...like something from one of those holoporn flicks,” he says, laughing in disbelief as he pulls out of you. “I knew you could do it...you're tougher than rancor hide, you know that?” He leaves tiny kisses along the back of your damp neck, then takes you by the chin to turn your face to his, lips connecting with yours for a warmhearted expression of his devotion. “Thank you, cyaré, for letting me,” he whispers.

Crosshair retreats to the foot of the bed and Tech groans as he bring his legs back down, stiff from having held them apart for so long. You climb off him and flop onto your back, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. Tech watches you reach between your legs, reflexively spreading your outer lips and letting your fingers glide over your clit to glaze them with your slick. He quietly clears his throat and you look up, seeing those amber eyes bright and half-hooded by arousal. “You are not done yet, cyar'íka.Crosshair told you earlier he and I both wanted to pleasure you anally, and now it is my turn. Do you still feel physically capable of doing so?”

“Didn't you hear what Cross just said? I'm a porn star now, so yes, I've got another round left in me,” you reply mischievously, rising and turning around to lightly shake your ass at him.

Crosshair reaches over and swats your ass playfully. “I said no such thing, kitten, and you know it. I want to see you on all fours like a good girl for Tech by the time I get out of that 'fresher, all right?” You watch him as he walks toward the refresher, somehow in his nakedness looking even more graceful and fluid. He stops in the doorway and looks over at you and Tech. “Don't start without me, vod.”

You hear the running of water as Crosshair cleans himself up, and Tech gets to his knees to encompass your cheeks in his large hands. He spreads you apart, a frothy trickle of Crosshair's spend appearing as your hole loosens and flares out. His thumb swipes and collects the mess before it can reach your folds, daubing it back onto you before he pushes his thumb inside. Tech laughs and watches with rapt interest while you rock yourself back and forth, wantonly moaning.

“As interesting as this is to watch you sate your desire on my fingers, I would much rather sink my cock into you and fuck you senseless,” Tech remarks, reaching down between his legs to touch himself, his cock still damp from you squirting on him. His fingers graze the weeping tip, fresh with a new droplet of pre-cum. “I want to hear you scream my name when I release,” he continues, his silky voice husky with passion.

You lean forward and Tech pulls his thumb out, watching as you take your cheeks in your hands, spreading them wide to put yourself on display for him. “Then come fuck my ass, Tech... Wanna feel you stretch me out... Ruin me...”

“Mésh'la...” Tech returns almost inaudibly, stunned by your brazen vulgarity. “Sa gar vercópa, ner cyare.”

“You heard the lady, Tech!” Crosshair teases as he steps out of the refresher, coming back around to sit at the foot of the bed. He runs his hand through your hair and leans down to kiss you. “Now you've asked for it, kitten. Better hold onto something!”

Tech picks up the bottle of lube and pours some into his hand, dipping two fingers into it before spreading it over your hole. You hear the wet, viscous sound of him applying the rest of the lube to his cock, and you find yourself unable to fight off the anticipatory frisson racing up your spine. Tech chuckles and presses the head of his cock against you, putting a hand on your ass to stop you from backing up into him. “Patience, love. I want to give you a choice in the way I take you. Would you prefer this from behind, or would you like to give Crosshair the pleasure of seeing you from the front while I fuck you?”

“Mmm, why not both? You got to see him take me from the back, so I want to extend the courtesy,” you reply, your voice turning low and sultry.

“Who am I to deny you? Take a deep breath, cyaré, and remember what I want from you,” he replies, pushing himself through the ring of muscle and moaning at the velvety heat enveloping him.

A sibilant hiss comes from you as his thick length stretches you out with a pleasurable slow burn. Tech sinks farther into you, letting go of his cock in favor of taking your other ass cheek, almost overwhelmed by how different it feels to be tucked inside you this way. “I should not have waited so long to do this,” he groans, closing his eyes as he concentrates on the way you're rhythmically squeezing around him until he's fully seated inside you. “Ó-ósik, cyar'íka,” he gasps as your walls ripple around him, his cock responding with a few jerks of its own. “I... Fuck... Extraordinary,” he marvels breathlessly to himself.

“Just wait until you get going,” Crosshair says, watching Tech's hands take you by the waist, gently rocking himself into you. “It's like nothing you've ever felt, ner vod, I promise you. I wish you could see herfrom this angle, taking you like it's nothing.”

You settle your upper half onto the bed, resting your head on your hands while heat creeps into your face at Crosshair's rare words of high praise. Glancing up, you catch him looking down upon you with pure veneration in his dark eyes and a half-smile softening his angular features. He reaches out and pets you tenderly, brushing your hair out of your face before stroking your cheek with his fingertip. You moan softly through parted lips as Tech finds a suitable rhythm, pulling you back against him a little harder. He sucks in air loudly through his teeth as you constrict around his swollen cock each time he retreats, deliberately provoking him to hurry up.

“Keep doing that, love, and this will be over faster than both of us desire,” Tech warns you, the strain from trying to stay focused evident in his voice.

“Which will be no fun for me,” Crosshair adds, leaning back on one hand as he reaches down between his legs to start stroking himself once more. “Seeing that beautiful little pussy of yours with Tech buried in your ass is a 2 for 1 show I'm not about to miss.”

Shifting yourself up onto your elbows, you bunch the blanket up tightly in clenched fists. One of Tech's hands closes around your hip as he reaches out and lets his fingertips dance their way down your spine. He takes you by the hair, your eyes shooting open in surprise as he pulls your head back, effectively locking you in place. Promptly, he buries himself to the maximum and gives pause as his hips press firmly against your ass. Chuckling smugly with satisfaction, Tech admires how effortlessly you've taken him without fussing.

He doesn't make you wait long before he begins again, this time using short, teasing strokes. His fingers wind tighter into your hair as your shallow gasps transform into fervid moans, providing him the impetus to lengthen each movement, plunging deep with every thrust. Tech inhales sharply as you curve your spine and tilt your ass up, hearing you whimper when the head of his cock glides past your G-spot, inadvertently stimulating it. He lets go of your hair and pushes on your shoulder, easing you back down before he shifts and leans over, caging you between his arms.

“What was that, mésh'la? Would you like me to keep doing that?” he inquires with a husky whisper.

“ 's the...oh fuck, Tech,” you mumble as he drags his cock nearly all the way out. “...spot...'s the spot, don't stop...need it...need you, just fuck me.”

Tech drives back in fluidly, finding your cries of elation particularly endearing when he grinds his hips against you. He's secretly thrilled, now knowing that he no longer has to be buried in your pussy in order to reach your most sacred of places. His hands come to rest atop yours, persuading you to let go of the blanket. Fingers push between yours and lovingly interweave with them as he takes advantage of this new angle, inching out of you unhurriedly before slipping back in. But tenderness loses all meaning when Tech bucks into you with newfound vigor, each pass of his cock drawing out feral outcries of deepest pleasure from you.

He lets go of one of your hands and without breaking rhythm, reaches between your legs. Two fingers swipe through your folds and pull fresh wetness up over your throbbing clit. Tech orbits the pad of his index finger around you, moaning softly when your hand comes down to join his, briefly helping him caress you. Sliding two of your fingers into your pussy, you push upwards and wait for a moment, eager to feel his cock glide past. Your fingertips flitter soundly over your anterior wall, catching his tip on the retreat. A deep moan rumbles out of him and he thrusts into you, going still as he struggles to exercise restraint. Tech lets go of your other hand and slings his arm around you to pull you to his chest.

“We're almost done, love; just hold on a little longer for me. I know you have it in you, ner mésh'la bal kotyç ayósa.”

He encircles your waist with his other arm and begins to rise, taking the greatest of care to ensure he stays merged with you. Closing your eyes, you clasp your hands between your breasts while Tech straightens, his breath hot against your cheek. He presses his lips to your temple as the two of you fall back into the pillows with a soft thump. Hands slide under your back and guide you upright, waiting for you to bring your arms down on either side of him. Your eyes flutter open when Tech reaches underneath and cups your ass cheeks, giving them a reaffirming squeeze.

“Bring your feet up onto my thighs,” he directs you. “I know what you're thinking, and you aren't going to hurt me. Crosshair, help her into position, please.”

“Tuck your knees up, baby. Come on, I've got you,” Crosshair assures as his hands close around your calves, hoisting you up onto Tech and chuckling as he watches you slightly wobble. “Tech won't let you fall, and neither will I.” He leans down between your legs, slipping his tongue between your folds and helping himself to a taste before taking your clit between his lips. He tenderly suckles on you for a moment, then pulls away to leave a soft kiss upon it. As he rises, his eyes narrow and a predatory smile appears, his tongue snaking out to lick at one of his canines. “Give him everything you've got, sweetheart. I want to see both of you come together.”

Crosshair moves off to your side and Tech lets you take over for the moment to find a comfortable rhythm, holding onto your ass tighter as you unsteadily rise and fall upon him. You being on top lets Tech sink in like never before, each stroke magnifying the pleasure tenfold. It doesn't take long until you become confident in your ability and are bouncing snappily on his cock with ease. You let out a loud whine as Crosshair reaches back down between your legs to brush the flat of his thumb over your clit. He applies a little pressure and rubs you intently, reigniting exquisite heat and tingling inside and out. You look up at him, meeting eyes gleaming with persistent hunger just before he leans down to latch onto one of your pert nipples.

Crosshair takes his thumb away from your clit and trails the tip of his middle finger through your folds. He sinks it in and sweeps along your anterior wall, moaning against your breast with each minuscule contraction tightening you around him. Instinctively, you ramp up your speed and summon every ounce of your stamina, ignoring the burning of your muscles as you ride Tech for all you're worth. His heavy moaning gives way to your name falling from his lips like an invocation, spurring you on as you feel the next release rapidly approaching.

“Ósik... Let me, baby... I can't – Fuck, so perfect...” he groans, renewing his grip on your ass cheeks as he retakes command, aggressively spiking into you.

Crosshair releases your nipple with a wet pop, giving it a cheeky little nip as he pulls his finger out of your pussy and sticks it in his mouth to suck it clean. He laughs when you whimper and takes his leave from your side, repositioning himself in front of you on his knees. His cock hangs thick and heavy, pre-cum drooling from the head, silently demanding the unchecked arousal be satiated. A brief glimpse between your legs tells him that time is of the essence as your slick leaks freely from you and drips onto Tech's quickly firming balls. “Eyes on me, love...there isn't much time.”

Your eyes lock on his and he draws a hand down his body, leering at you when it passes over the fine trail of silvery hair on his lower abdomen. With a wink of his tattooed eye, he picks up where he left off, brusquely stroking his cock and reaching between your legs to palm your mound. Tech jerks up his hips roughly, shifting his hands from your ass over to your aching hamstrings. The newfound support is energizing, helping you spear yourself on his cock with renewed strength. Tech's breathing grows shallow and ragged, groaning hoarsely as he feels himself starting to unravel.

Crosshair's thumb skims over your clit, stroking himself harder as he drinks in the sight of you bathed in sweat, seeing nothing but unadulterated love in your eyes. “I know you're tired, cyaré, but I know you have more left in you. Be a good girl and come on Tech's cock, sweetheart. You're both so close.”

Tech falters as he reaches the cusp of his orgasm, thrusting growing progressively erratic while fighting the innate urge to restrain you and unload every last drop of his seed. His fingertips dig painfully into your legs, thighs quivering under your feet, all his self-control nearly exhausted. Cautiously, you slow down, realizing he's holding on until the last possible second, wanting you to finish before he does. Crosshair pushes down on your clit and rubs firmly, a half-choked curse emanating from Tech when your pussy tenses around him.

“Cross, please...just like that,” you whisper heatedly, seconds away from ascending back into nirvana.

“I know what you need, mésh'la. Come for me, baby...”

Crosshair's words of encouragement and a few deft flicks of his thumb tip the scales. Your head snaps back, crying out his name as you're pushed over the edge, new heat and electricity sizzling in your core. Tech can't stop from loudly moaning, feeling himself being suffocated by each powerful contraction. He lets go of your legs and roughly grabs your waist, pulling you down and ramming all the way in. Stars flare behind your eyes, his name rushing out of you in a cry of shock. It morphs into a scream when you feel his cock tauten and pulsate, spurting hot jets of cum into your recesses.

Tech runs blindly on outright instinct as he rides out his orgasm, scarcely giving you time to breathe before his hands return to support your legs. Without hesitation he returns to fucking you, each thrust wringing a soft moan from you as milky rivulets of his seed flow out of you and down his cock, dripping onto his inner thighs. Crosshair calls your name and you look up to see him pumping himself through a closed fist. The muscles of his abdomen tense with every breath he takes, and you watch his open hand come to his balls and gently tug on them. He bites his lower lip and with a brutish grunt, releases what he has left all over your chest and stomach.

Tech slows his movements when he hears you cursing and moaning Crosshair's name, and makes one last push into you before his endurance is finally sapped. He slides his hands down your calves, taking you by the ankles and setting your feet back down on the bed. Still trying to catch his breath, he pats your thigh a few times and waits for you to dismount. You lift yourself at a snail's pace, feeling nothing but warmth as his softening cock slips from your body. Your legs are useless blobs of jelly, giving out when you attempt to shift forward and instead fall into Crosshair's waiting arms. He ignores the sticky mess he left all over you and crushes you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, hearing a muffled hiccuping sigh rising from you.

“Shhhh, it's over now, baby. It's all over. You're all right,” he murmurs, stroking your back. “You were absolutely perfect, cyar'íka. I can't begin to tell you how hot that was.” You chuckle weakly, unable to form a cohesive thought. “I'm serious. I think this is a first, but you managed to completely wear out Tech. Just look.”

You turn back to see Tech with his face buried in his hands, at long last experiencing the aftermath of his orgasm. He lies motionless, body glistening with sweat. You can't help but crack a smile at the thought of you being the one to make him, the almighty Tech, succumb to such a hedonistic act. You break free of Crosshair's embrace and sit at Tech's feet, running your fingers over one of his shins. He barely registers the touch, making only small sounds of contentment while you pet him.

“Tech? Cyaré? You still in there?” you inquire with a hint of mirth.

Tech uncovers his face and slips one hand behind his head, resting the other on his stomach. His eyes are bright and glassy as he looks at you with a lopsided grin. “I am...currently incapacitated, my love. Crosshair's observation is correct. You have worn me out. I must ask...are you all right?”

“It's going to be rough tomorrow morning, but yes, I'm all right,” you snicker, hearing Crosshair suppress a laugh behind you. “You boys want a shower before we crash?” You scoot to the edge of your bed and swing your feet to the floor. Crosshair gets up and comes around, taking his hand as he helps you get up. “Well, when you recover, you're free to join us.”

Tech eventually makes his way into the bathroom, steam pouring back out into your bedroom when he opens the door. The glass of your spacious walk-in shower is opaque with fog, and the only thing he can make out are two shadows moving within. The sound of you giggling and squealing with laughter greet him as he steps in to find Crosshair's mouth at your neck and both his hands groping your breasts. He watches quietly for a few moments, then clears his throat. Crosshair's head whips around and his eyes narrow, a smug look on his face.

“About time you got here, vod. She was just telling me that she needs both of us to bathe her.”

“Is that so? Then let us waste no time.”

*****

You return to the bedroom to find that before Tech came to shower, he took it upon himself to change the bedding. Crosshair pulls back the quilt, letting you crawl into bed first to nestle in the center. He slides in next to you while Tech shuts off the lights and then joins you on the opposite side. Weary heads come to rest on your shoulders, Crosshair's hand resting over your heart with Tech's arm slung across your stomach possessively. You turn to each of them and kiss their foreheads, one last act of unconditional love and affection before sleep claims all three of you. This will be a night you won't ever forget, for your men showed you their light, darkness, and everything in between.

*****

This is what was playing when the idea for the title of this story came to me. Such an uplifting song.

Peter Murphy - “Dragnet Drag” [Love Hysteria, 1988]

Look at them now

Look at them do

Look they found the dove

Their vastness too

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Love me do, oh love me do

Love me, find the dove

This vastness sings a pretty song

This vastness must be love

Give me three, the gift of one

Whose science can't describe

Whose eyes are peeled like atom bombs

Their spirit is the prize

The sufi three winged flight they soar

All sacrals join all hearts

A cavern gasps, a dragon screams

The djinn men smash the ark

Four guides float, four dots of God

Realistic haqq is theirs

Mystic men whose eyes are sore

From trials of bigger lairs

Look at them now

Look at them do

Look they found the dove

Their triad song too

A grey surprise

Swirls below

They could be happy too

The Ides of March

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Whirlpools whirl

And dragnets drag

Whirlpools whirl

Dragnets drag

Hell is not the fire

Hell is your belief

In yourself as the higher

Four guides afloat

Four dots of God

Look they found the dove

Their triad song too

Whirlpools whirl

Dragnets drag

Hell is not the fire

Hell is your belief

In yourself as the higher

I also compiled a short list of songs I listened to quite a bit while writing the 79's scene, which took a ridiculous amount of time, believe it or not. Follow the link for songs that'll tickle your central nervous system.

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