#friend of mine mentioned ghost holding a mug like this and i had to draw it

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Tired Soap.

[oksana-moods]

Ghost of you - Part 13

Summary: The further Ghost investigates, the further she drenches in blood. And Ghost realizes she’s a fly in a spider’s web.

A/N: Sorry if I took so long. Promise part 14 will be here soon.

Trigger Warning: Violence (a lot), language, mentions of death… If you find any, I’ll be glad to add.

 “I'm prepared for this. I never shoot to miss.”

We left Nice early in the morning, arriving in our Hotel in Toulouse right after lunch. While Carol discussed the news with Nat and Steve, I made myself busy analyzing the bracelet. The rocks seemed genuine, just rare and mesmerizing. Everything about it screamed money, an awful big amount of money. This could be a piece of art. I put it in my arm, and nothing happened. No toxins, no poison, nothing trying to pierce my skin. Just a shiny harmless diamond bracelet destined to grace Carol’s wrist. A piece of star for a star herself. The moment we arrived at Théâtre du Capitole, the staff guided us to Greene’s box. It was bigger than I thought it’d be, with room for the Beauffort’s, Batroc, another two couples, Greene himself and us, his bodyguards would stay behind, of course. We had a frontal unrestricted view of the stage, probably the very best of the theater. After the pleasantries and greetings, we took our sits, and an earpiece found its way to my hand. When the show began, I understood why I had one, this was a business meeting. Hm, clever. They talked about money, resources, transports, then they started to plot an attack in London, to force UN’s hand in signing with Beauffort’s company. With this accord, Beauffort would be responsible for every single immigrant on Europe. We were halfway through the show when a new voice joined the conversation. “Can I offer an opinion?” His voice was loud, so this person wasn’t sitting among the audience. “I think that you people should find a better place to meet.” My brows were furrowed and soon a commotion was visible when people started to get up from their sits and walk towards the exit. One of Greene’s goons whispered something in his ear, but I caught ‘Interpol is here’ very clear, he sent a dark look in my direction and left the box, Beaufforts hot in his heels. I couldn’t afford having Interpol asking me questions, so I stood and picked Carol’s hand and started to walk out of the room to follow them, but we were delayed by the others leaving too. When we reached the hall, there wasn’t trace of Greene, so I pick the first set of stairs to find the exit. After a few flights of stairs, I heard Greene’s distressed voice. “This is on you, Jean. You brought her to me, and I let her in. He’ll kill me for this mistake.” That’s news, I never thought that Greene was the leader but a very high member of Spectre, but his fear showed me that he wasn’t that big or… their leader had history of being ruthless. Beauffort’s voice broke my train of thought. “She’s clean, Dom. She has nothing to do with this.” Thank you, Jean. And is true. We never contact Interpol with what we’ve found. Our feet touched the entrance hall just in time to see the deathly glare Greene shot at Jean. “I’ve made my mind, already.” I took the first door and dragged Carol inside with me to avoid being seen by them. “What do we do now?” Carol whispered. “I’m thinking.” She took a deep breath. Fuck. Who the hell called Interpol? Someone else was being investigated, I could only hope that they’d find out who until tomorrow. After all, tomorrow night we’d go to Chateau de Mercues to meet their ‘very important’ friend for dinner, I wonder if this friend is their leader. And something inside me says that yes, it is. “We’ll wait.” I turned to look at Carol. I realized my hand was still holding hers, so I let go. “We stay here and pretend that we watched the show until the end. I’ll call Jean later and see where we’re standing.” I licked my lips; my mind and heart were racing. This ship can’t sink now. We were so close. “We’ll be fine. As long as we keep together.” I said and Carol nodded. I just don’t know if I was trying to reassure her or myself. ------ “Are you okay?” I asked Carol while driving us to our hotel. “Just a bit tired.” Carol being tired was unheard of, but this past week was demanding a lot, from both of us. We were on edge, chasing an invisible enemy, completely out of our elements. I was about to reply when I saw a car from police signaling for me to stop. Something was off. I instantly felt my bones cold and by Carol’s expression, she felt too. They asked for us to step out of the vehicle and we complied with their request. What was going on? There were two of them, one was talking to me and the other had his hand around his gun in his waistband, like he was ready to draw it. We were two women, visibly unarmed, we were no threat to him. This is no good, something is definitely off. God, I’m glad Carol is bullet proof. Obeying his demands, I opened the trunk, and my blood ran cold in my veins when I saw Jean’s very beaten body laying inside. Fuck. This was enough for them to draw their guns and aim at us, the first cop yelled for me to pick Jean from the trunk and so I did. With the movement, he opened his eyes revealing he was still alive but before anything I heard the gunshot hitting him in the back, I pushed him towards the second cop while I hastily broke the first one’s hand, expertly picking up his gun and shooting them both dead in a blink of an eye. Everything happened so fast that Carol was looking at me as if trying to understand the last ten seconds. Before I could reach Carol, I heard Jean coughing, so I crunched beside him. “Is Lara your name, at least?” I nodded to him, my voice caught in my throat, and he gave me that signature sly smile stained with blood. “I liked you. Truly.” He manages to speak. “I’m sorry.” I just don’t know what for. “Run, Lara. Run from this. He’ll kill you…” He coughed blood but kept with his final words. “He’ll kill her.” He softly pointed at Carol with his head. “Tell Debra… that I… I’m sorry.” I saw the light leave his eyes, the familiarity of this hitting me hard. The light always leaves their eyes, but they still look accusatorily at your soul. I closed his eyes and looked inside his pockets for his wallet. Took the money, his watch and asked Carol to jump inside the car. “May your soul find peace.” I mumbled to his body and ran to the car. Minutes later we arrived at the safety of our room. Fuck. Greene set us up.

After we arrived, Carol barely changed her clothes and crawled to bed, claiming she felt being drained. She had a fearful look, and I couldn’t help but think that this was so out of place in her. I was at the door that joint our room with the balcony, I had a perfect view from the door or from the outside in case anyone tried to come flying to caught us out of guard, I stayed the whole night up, but nothing happened. The waitress served our breakfast in the morning and other than that no one came after us. The tv was on, I was looking for any news about last night, nothing yet. “How can you listen the tv? Is extremely low.” Carol’s voice startled me; she had that soft raspy morning tune after waking up. Goosebumps successfully climbed my back and arm. I flashed her a small smile. “Enhanced hearing. Nothing big, though, just a bit more than a normal human.” I lifted a mug with coffee at her. “Feel like eating?” She nodded and climbed down the bed and went to the bathroom to get ready. When she came back, there was a mug with fuming precious liquid and a plate with fruit in front of her chair waiting for her. “Thanks.” She mumbled and I just bowed my head. “Anything yet?” She asked. “No. Nothing in the newspapers either.” I said putting the pieces of paper aside. “Last night… You picked Jean’s money and watch… why?” I sipped from my cup and replied. “That way when the cops find their… bodies, they would think about a possible robbery first. And we’d have time until they come after us.” I felt so uneasy discussing this with Carol. Is not that I felt I’d ever have any chance, but I didn’t want her thinking that I am a cold blood murderer. Too late now, I guess. “How did you think about it? It was too fast.” If she was disturbed because I just killed two cops, she never showed. A weak smile showed itself in my face and I shrugged. “I saw it in an old spy movie. My friend Sam used to like it, a lot.” It’s been years, but I think I’d never stop remembering Sam or Wanda all the time, God, how I miss them. My thoughts were interrupted by a hand reaching mine, I looked up to see Carol’s soft eyes at me. “I’m sorry. I know you miss them.” I wanted to draw back my hand, for her skin was burning mine. “It’s not your fault.” I replied with a small voice, but she squeezed my hand then let go. “I should’ve known about… Thanos. I should’ve been here… with you.” With me? My mind went blank. What did she mean with this? Like being save by the bell, my phone rang, checking the caller id showed me it was Natasha. “Hey Nat.” After minutes explaining what happened the night prior, Steve was perplex with the things I did. “I can’t believe you killed two officers. What were you thinking?” “They were dirty cops, Steve.” I sighed, suddenly realizing how tired I was. “You can’t kill people because you think they’re dirty. And how can you be so sure?” He asked, still pissed and I’m sure he’s right. Just because I’m an Avenger, I can’t do whatever I want. Steve was right. I just can’t bring myself to care, I did what I had to do to protect Carol and I. “Because If they wanted to rescue Jean, they wouldn’t shoot at him when they saw he was alive. This was a setup, Steve. They were ready to draw their guns and they shot Beauffort while trying to shoot at us.” “Are you hurt? Carol?” Natasha asked, concern lacing her voice. I could feel Steve pitching the bridge of his nose, trying not to burst at how stupid I was. “No, we’re fine. Thanks.” “Okay. You two come back and we’ll contact NATO and explain what happened, maybe we still can…” “What?” My voice spoke as if on her own accord. “We can’t go back now, Steve. They’re planning an attack. Haven’t you listened?” I know he was mad, but this? London could be attacked in days, maybe less. “I listened very well, Mav. You’re acting like you run the world, but this is not how we do things! We’re not Hy..” “Don’t even finish this sentence, Rogers. We’re not Hydra, believe me, I know. But I remember when we fought against the Avengers. When we went rogue because you thought you were right, and I believed you, trusted you. And now I know I’m right.” I couldn’t believe he was trying to compare my attitude now with the one I used to have when I was with Hydra. “I’m… I never wanted…” He was out of words; he probably never expected such outburst, but we don’t have time to dwell on such things as past, or… I don’t know what he was implying. “Look, I know what I did was wrong, but that was a choice I made and is up to me to work this through. But we need to focus on what’s at stake here.” I ran a hand through my hair, and I was looking at the phone screen like I could appear at the other side. “We need to keep pushing this. Is the only way.” Even with such small screen I could see Natasha shaking her head. Shit. “No, Mav, you’ve been compromised. They probably recognized you.” I could see Steve agreeing with her. “They sent two cops after us, Nat. If Greene knew who I was, I’m sure he would’ve sent the whole squad.” She looked at me through the phone, but I could see she was thinking, she slowly nodded her head. That’s it! I knew she would see reason. “You’re right. Only Lara is compromised. Still, you need to come back. Is safer this way.” “C’mon, Nat?! You can’t possibly think this is right. What about the attack?” Steve spoke for her this time. “We’ll call the authorities; they’ll work with all the data we’ll send them.” This wasn’t right. It was obvious that they wouldn’t work fast enough. “Steve, what if this isn’t good enough, what if they don’t work fast with all the intel?” He sighed, his telltale that this conversation was over. “They’ll have to.” I closed my eyes and sighed. I couldn’t agree with this. “Mav…” Nat’s voice made me open my eyes and look at her. “We’ll work this through. But we need you two back here in safety.” I nodded at her and she smiled softly. “There’s a flight home in 6 hours, I just bought a ticket for you, girls. We’ll talk when you’re at home.” She sent me one last look, almost pleading for me to be in that plane and I just nodded. “See you in a minute” She finished with a small smile, and she hung up. We would be in that flight, of course. But six hours gave me enough time to attend one last meeting with Greene. “I’ll take a shower.” I said to Carol, who was stunned with our exchange. --------

“Where do you think you’re going?” Carol’s voice startled me at the door. My hand still at the doorknob. “I still have a meeting with Greene. We have a business-lunch scheduled for today.” “But Natasha asked…” I never let her finish her thought. “I know what Nat said. I still have few hours before the flight.” She licked her lips, she was nervous. “But what if he recognized you or try something…” I sighed and pushed away from the door and walked towards her. “Hey, look at me...” Her eyes were locked in mine, making butterflies dance in my stomach. “He won’t hurt me. If anything were to happen, I’ll call you. Is that okay?” She was conflicted and the battle inside her head was visible. She was worried and so was I, but people’s lives were on the line. I couldn’t just sit and wait. “Promise?” She asked softly and my hands found hers, with a light squeeze I let them go. “I promise.”

Greene’s manor was in the outskirts of Toulouse, it was big and beautiful and completely isolated from the other houses. While driving, I devised a plan of action. I would go as if nothing had happened and wait to see his next step. When I arrived at the gates and the security let me inside the property without asking many questions. Hm, maybe it wasn’t Greene who set me up?! However, this thought was soon forgotten, because when I closed the car’s door a fist came in my direction which I easily dodged and kick him down. When I saw a gun aimed at me, I knew that there was no other way around, I’d have to fight to get out of this. I was indeed compromised.

Twelve bodies later, I arrived at Greene’s main room. He was waiting for me, and he wasn’t alone. Batroc was standing by his side with his wicked grin. “Ah, I knew you’d come.” Greene spoke with a cynical grin in his face. “If you knew, why aren’t you prepared?” My comeback was sassy, but dread was roaming in my bones. “I don’t need anyone, except Batroc here.” He said motioning to the man besides him, who started to charge at my direction and before I could even think he knocked me to the ground. Fuck. He was strong, almost strong as Steve was. Who is this guy?

He was trying to break my windpipe with his hands, but after a swift movement he wasn’t pinning me anymore. He came fast and strong with his punches, kicks and different moves, I didn’t know if he was fighting or dancing. I dodged or blocked most of his blows and I got few in. He was fast, but I was faster. His nose was already bleeding when he managed to kick my legs and my back hit the ground once again, before he could try anything else, I kicked his legs and his back found the floor too. I heard gun shots, but my opponent had my undivided attention. All at once, we were fighting on the floor, gripping each other’s legs and arms. Twisting and crawling, pulling and smashing… until he pushed me and tossed over his shoulders, and I hit something sharp when my back hit the table. Fuck. I saw blood dripping from my shoulder blades. With a grunt, I pushed myself off of the sharp edge and got to my feet, right in time to see Batroc charging like a bull. I jumped in his torso, twisting my body in the air making him fall against the broken table, the sharp edge now impaling his back and the tip was coming out of his stomach and he was stuck.

Another gunshot and I stumbled backwards. I looked down and saw my shirt stained with blood in my stomach area. Huh, I fucking hate Greene. I charged at him, he tried to shoot again but I was incredibly fast, even wounded, I took the gun from him and punched him to the floor. Before I could even muster my first question to Greene, I saw Batroc setting himself free from the table. How is he up? I turned and shot him twice in the chest, and with that he fell dead on the ground. I looked at my feet, only to see a very much wide-eyed Greene staring at me like he saw a ghost. Hm, he definitely saw the Ghost.

“I can’t believe you’re real.” His words caught me completely out of guard. “What you’re talking about?” His nose was bleeding and staining his mouth and shirt, but he kept that cynical smile, and my blood was boiling. He screamed after I shot his tight. Good. I wanted to wipe that smile from his face. I picked a chair and sat in front of him. “What the hell?” He screamed clutching his leg. “I asked you a question.” I replied with a flat voice, as if I was asking a trivial question.

“He told me about you. About your arm…” He half laughed and that dread came back to embrace me like a wave. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with. You are a kite dancing in a hurricane, Ghost.” How does he…? I got up and picked him by his shirt. “How do you know this name?” He laughed and I punched him once, twice, and again until blood was covering my metal hand. “You don’t know what you’re looking for, but he’ll come to get you.” I hit him again and again, I just wanted him to stop. “Enough with these riddles. Stop!” I screamed at his face, but he coughed and spat blood on the ground, and he had that smile again. “Look at all these bodies in your way…” He blinked like in deep thought. “Tsc. Is so sad Carol isn’t here to see the type of monster you are.”

At this I felt self-conscious, I used the back of my flesh hand, the one holding the gun, to clean the blood from my lip. “Don’t bring Carol into this.” My voice was so weak, suddenly I felt weak, so I sat in the chair again. “What?” He kept saying with a smile on his face. “You thought she could love you?” My head snaped at his direction. “I never thought…” I began to speak but he stopped me.

“Aah. Please, I saw the way you looked at her. Your desire burned in your eyes…” He coughed one more time, he was paler since he was losing too much blood. “I can see it right now… But she’ll never be with you. How could she? You’re a disaster, you are death… wherever you go, there’s a trail of blood behind.” I tried to run a hand in my hair, but blood and sweat made it impossible. “Stop or I’ll…” He laughed. “Or what? Kill me?” His smile never faded from his mouth but never reached his eyes. “I’m already dead. You are too.” I got up to my feet, suddenly, too restless to stay in that chair. “The only difference is that I’m aware and you’re not.” I walked in his direction. “I said for you to stop!” Focus… Focus… Breathe. I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and turned to Greene one more time. “London. Tell me about the attack.” His eyes focused on me again. “Trying to pretend to be the hero, hm?” He tried to move his body to a comfortable position, but he was too weak, so he gave up. “I don’t know the details…” He sighed. “Is due in a couple of days, maybe in a big event.” I closed the distance between us and punched him again. “Stop lying. Stop with riddles.” When I let him go, he coughed and looked at me dead in the eye. “I’m not lying. We got interrupted last night. We’d discuss this tonight, at the Chateau de Mercues.” Finally, something useful that I can work with. I took a few steps back. “Who else will be there?” He flashed a cold smile at me. “Everybody.” I was about to press further when I heard a faint noise of sirens, and I’m sure they were coming this way. Greene heard too. “Guess we finished here.” He managed to sit against the wall while speaking. “Finish me off. I’ll be only another name on your body count.” I growled at him. I didn’t like the way he talked about me, like I was a wild animal. “I’m not like you, Greene.” I turned to fully look at him. “Oh, of course you’re not like me. You’re worse. You’re the cold murderer they made you to be.” He hissed at me. “Devil created you, Ghost, but I’m not even sure if you’re going to hell or worse.” I shook my head, I had enough of this. I pressed the trigger, but nothing happened, the magazine was empty. I dropped the gun and walked towards him, felling slightly better when he shrank under my glare. “Well, when you see the devil, tell him that I’m not far behind.” Faster than a bullet, my hands moved around his head and a soft snap came from his neck. I got up to my feet. I grabbed his phone and ran down the stairs, the sirens were much closer now. Fuck. This is bigger than I thought. Fuck. Steve was going to kick my ass.

[assbuttyourlife]

When We Were Young - Chapter Twenty-Five

Pairing : Misha/OFC

Warnings : Language, Fire, trauma, PTSD, family members death (including child), therapy, flashbacks (not in every chapter), injuries, cheating. Sexual content. Violence. Non Con/Threats of rape. Long fic. Angst, fluff, Smut. Mention of suicide.

Words : 6947

Summary : After her grandmother’s funeral, Lily must return to the place she lived in when she was young and has to confront the ghosts of her past. She will run into an old friend that she thought was lost forever.

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CHAPTER 25 – Shame

When the hotel phone rang at 7.00am that morning, Lily felt like she was stabbed in the brain. She couldn't even open her eyes. She heard Misha groaning, his arm sliding away from her waist, and he picked up quickly to hang up right away without a word.

She didn't move a finger, waiting patiently for his arm to circle her again, for his warmth to envelop her again so she could finally go back to sleep.

But Misha didn't lie back next to her, she felt him getting out of the bed. Her eyes flew open and she slowly rolled over to look at him painfully walking toward the bathroom, holding his broken ribs.

“Misha?” she called in a whisper making him turn around.

“Go back to sleep, Lily. It's too early.”

Fuck yes it is!

They had came back from the hospital at 4am, meaning he barely slept three hours and he was getting ready to go to the convention, obviously feeling even more pain than yesterday.

“You're leaving already? Misha, you need rest! Look at you!” Lily sat and leaned on the bed board. Her body was sore too and every move was painful.

He was clutching on his ribs, trying in vain to reduce the pain he was feeling. He noticed she wasn't too happy about the idea of being left alone today, and frankly he also hated the idea of leaving her behind after what had happened yesterday, but he had made a choice.

He walked toward the bed, leaned on it and kissed her forehead before taking the water bottle on his nightstand to swallow more pain killers.

“I'm not leaving yet, I'm just getting ready. I'm fine, just go back to sleep, babe.”

She closed her eyes at his contact and sighed.

“Don't call me babe.”

Misha looked at her tired face and chuckled weakly. She always hated being called with sweet names, and though he never understood why, he had always found it pretty cute.

“Okay, sweetheart.” he teased.

“I'd punch you but...” she didn't finish her sentence, a shadow of pure fear darkening her sleepy face when the image of him being kicked by two men on the paved floor flashed in her mind.

Misha exhaled and sat next to her on the bed, opening his arms to welcome her in his warmth. She carefully placed her head on his chest, her arms around his waist, and she melted in his arms, enjoying the comfort he brought to her.

“Are we gonna talk about what you asked yesterday?” Lily ventured. She could feel Misha's gaze on her.

“Why? Are you having second thoughts?”

He fucking asked her to marry him when he was already married! Who wouldn't have second thoughts?

“So... you were serious.”

“Deadly. As serious as I was when I proposed the first time.”

But not as SINGLE as he was when he proposed the first time!

“You're not mine and that's a huge problem I intend to fix as soon as possible.” he kissed the top of her head. “Unless... unless you don't want to?” he sounded suddenly like a scared teenager again and it broke Lily's heart.

She looked up at him and studied his worried face, lighted only by the rising sun. Her hand rose to his jaw line, her thumb delicately scratching his scruff.

“There is nothing I want more right now.” she admitted lazily, almost whispering. “But-”

Misha's finger found her lips to shush her.

“Uh-uh” he shook his head. “No but.”

Right... trust him.

She couldn't help but slightly opened her mouth to slowly and sensually kiss his finger that was still on her lips. Misha kept staring at her, his lips parted, enjoying the intimacy of her gesture.

“Kiss me.” He breathed almost desperate.

Lily's weak smile disappeared as soon as her eyes fell on his mouth.

“Misha, your lip. I'm gonna hurt you.”

“Kiss. Me.” he pleaded.

She let go of his chest to slide up a little on the bed, being now at eye level with him, her gaze devouring his tired blue eyes with love.

She leaned forward and delicately brushed her lips against his, observing his reaction to check if he wasn't in pain. After he licked his lips, she kissed him gently, licking his lower lip which made him immediately open his mouth to welcome her tongue.

They parted and jumped when the hotel phone rang again on the nightstand.

“Hello?” Misha answered, a little annoyed to be interrupted. “Vic! ... No, no I'm fine, don't worry. I'm getting ready for the con.”

God, Vicki probably heard about what happened (but how??) and was legitimately worried sick. She must've called Misha's phone, and probably Lily's too, but since they were stolen she must've panicked a million times seeing no one was answering so she called the hotel.

“I wish I was but Lily was with me.” she heard him say on the phone with a low voice. “She's...” he looked down at her. She had found her place back on his chest and smiled at him.

“She's fine. I'll tell you everything when we'll come back home. They just stole everything we had, phone included, they left a few bruises but I promise we're okay.”

Liar...

They were both drugged with pain killers and it still hurt like a bitch.

“I have something to tell you but not now... I'll come as soon as I'm back in Bellingham... Kiss the kids for me, I'll call them tonight. Bye.”

He hung up and put the phone back on the nightstand.

Was he talking about the proposal? That felt so strange... Misha talking to his wife about marrying another woman... God, what an impossible situation!

“How...” Lily started to talk but hesitated a little. She had to trust him but still... how could she not ask? “How do you think she'll take the news?”

Misha wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Mmh... she'll probably insist to go shopping with you.”

What?

“Shopping?... for what?”

“I don't know, dress, shoes, make up... you should know better, it's a girl thing. But I should warn you, she wasn't the conventional type of bride so you could eventually show up to your wedding day dressed like a man... or an animal... or not dressed at all.” he chuckled making her head bounce on his chest a little.

Lily stared absentmindedly at the bathroom door.

“This is so surreal...” she let out in a breath.

“What is?”

“You... talking about our wedding with your current wife...”

He gently stroked her arm.

“This isn't the first time. I probably even talked about it the first day I met Vicki to be honest. I imagined that day hundreds of times in my head, it wasn't easy to let go.”

She was very curious to know what their wedding day looked like in his mind and if it changed over time...

Lily giggled. “Try to seduce a woman talking to her about your ex-girlfriend haha!”

“Oh come on, I wasn't trying to seduce her, it was like... four months after you 'died' I was still...”

He let his sentence unfinished, thinking about his first conversation with Vicki and how he was feeling at the time.

After what had happened just a few hours ago, and being the sensitive mess Misha had always been, he couldn't hide his emotion as good as he'd wanted to and tears stung in his eyes. Luckily, Lily wasn't looking at him so she didn't see.

“Still what?” she asked curious, absentmindedly drawing shapes on Misha's chest with her index finger.

“I don't know, pick one: a mess, mourning, hurting, empty, dying...” he stopped talking when he felt another wave of emotion coming up from his core to his eyes, trapping it in a lump in his throat.

Noticing his shaky voice, Lily ceased her drawing masterpiece to look up at him. She saw a tear falling from his eyes to his chest, right in front of her face, staining his shirt, and her heart ached. It was even worst than the pain she was feeling from the mugging.

She hated to see him cry, especially because of her. Unfortunately, it happened a lot as Misha had always been very sensitive, like a snowball of emotions, barely able to hide it.

She remembered the months (or years?) spent after the fire and how terribly she missed him, how haunted she felt, seeing his face everywhere, even in her dreams (or nightmares!), how desperately she ached to find someone who could make her feel the way she felt when she was with him (but she never did), and that's when she understood why he liked Vicki.

“Oh Misha...” she cupped his face in her hand, kissed his wet cheek gently, rubbing his tears away with her thumb.

“God I'm so fucking terrified...” Misha breathed out closing his eyes, tightening his grip around her.

“Of what?” she frowned.

“Loosing you again.”

Obviously, he was still shocked from yesterday's events and it burst out of him now. The lack of sleep wasn't helping either. His eyes were still tightly closed, tears still falling down his face, and his arms still firmly clinging to her.

“You won't.”

She tried to comfort him, but they both knew by experience that nobody can promise that. You never know what's going to happen.

Misha rolled them over the bed, careful not to hurt her, but still holding her, afraid to lose the contact with her soft skin. He cupped her face and kissed her with need, not caring a second about the sharp pain of his injured lip.

“I love you so much it fucking hurts.” he confessed still firmly holding her face between his large hands.

Lily was crying too now, how could she not? He looked so fragile right now, she wanted nothing more than to comfort him and tell him everything would be okay but she was so overwhelmed by emotion herself that she was unable to speak.

Misha kissed her again, everywhere. Her mouth, her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her temple, her mouth again, her neck, her ear, he just couldn't stop.

Lily moaned when he bit on her neck and sucked her sensitive flesh, careful to avoid her bruises. She wrapped her legs around him and rose her hips shamelessly against his crotch.

Misha groaned in her ear and grabbed the back of her thigh to spread her legs even wider.

He forgot... he was so desperate to feel her and so emotional that he forgot...

She was still wearing the black dress from yesterday since she fell asleep in it, she felt his hands on her thighs and it hurt like a son of a bitch when he kneaded on her bruises, right where the other man did.

And suddenly she heard him clear in her mind.

“Mmmh stop wriggling like that against my cock lady, you’re giving me ideas…”

The voice of the man from yesterday... the one who was touching her impudently.

“Misha...” she breathed out weakly.

Misha was still kissing every spot of flesh his mouth could find, grinding against her and moaning everytime his cock twitched against her wetness.

“Please don’t do that… please…”

“Mmmh… beg baby… I love it.”

She shut her eyes tight and pushed on Misha's shoulders to make him pull away from her.

“Misha STOP!” she almost screamed between sobs and Misha froze, hearing the panic in her voice.

He pulled back and looked at her, understanding what was wrong right away and already kicking himself mentally.

Lily turned her head and let out another sob, trying not to show Misha how bad she felt at that moment, but her body was shaking so hard that it was crystal clear for him. He let her go to sit on the bed next to her and brushed her hair out of her sweaty forehead.

“I'm sorry, Lily... I'm so sorry.”

If the situation wasn't that bad, Misha would be amazed the amount of tears that could fall from his eyes... he didn't know he could cry that much in such a short time.

Lily sat up and wiped her tears in her hands.

“No... no, don't be sorry... it was me, I just...”

“I know. I shouldn't have. I'm an idiot.”

Misha took her hand in his and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb. That simple touch made her feel a ton better already... so she smiled at him tenderly.

“I love you, my idiot.” she whispered and brought his hand to her face to kiss it.

And that's when the shrill phone ringtone made them jump again.

“WHAT?” Misha picked up and almost yelled on the phone.

He suddenly pulled the phone away from his ear, shaking his head.

Lily listened closely and recognized Katie's voice screaming on the phone, almost deafening Misha.

“OH MY GOD MISHA I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER FIND YOU I SAW WHAT HAPPENED ON TWITTER PLEASE TELL ME SHE'S OKAY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MISHA!!! MISHA? HELLO???”

Lily hid her grin behind her hand and took the phone from Misha's hand.

“Katie?”

“LILY OH MY GOD I WAS SOOOOOOOOOOO WORRIED!!!!”

“Geez, calm down, Katie!”

“How the fuck do you want me to calm down? The Supernatural cast keeps tweeting about Misha being mugged and canceling his panel and I KNOW you were with him after the concert!”

“Yes, I was. We're fine, Katie, I swear. Misha will show up later at the con, I guess you'll have plenty of photo ops to admire the... extent of the... damages.” she made a face and Misha rolled his eyes.

“Damages? What damages? What did they do to him? What did they do to you?”

“Just a few scratches. They stole our things too... and Misha's car...including my Collins.”

Misha frowned and tilted his head. “Your what?”

“Fuck! That sucks.” he heard Katie through the phone.

“Yeah... I'll deal with that later. I have to hang up, Katie. I'll try to buy another phone today and I'll send you my new number.”

“Okay... Take care, sweetheart!”

“You too. Love ya.”

Lily hung up and looked at a very suspicious Misha.

“Okay I have questions...” he declared still frowning.

“Like?”

“Your Collins?”

She chuckled “My violin was made by Glen Collins.”

“Oh. No idea who that is but he must be a great guy.”

“He's dead.” she replied playfully.

“Okay... he must have been a great guy. And... last but not least, Katie can call you sweetheart but I can't?”

“Yes.” she hissed.

“Yes? Just … Yes.”

“Yes...?”

“Ugh! Why?” Misha whined.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes!”

“She's my friend!”

“Am I not?”

She rolled her eyes “You're more than that.”

“Yes, so I'm supposed to have the right to call you babe... or sweetheart... or honey... or-”

“My friends can give me pet names, not my boyfriends. Never. It makes me feel like a slut or a kid, depending on the name, and I hate it.”

Misha smirked, trying to ignore the sting he felt when she said 'boyfriends', and his eyebrows rose “A slut?”

“He called me baby yesterday...” she coldly replied and Misha's smile disappeared immediately. He stared back at her, not wanting to go back to that kind of conversation, he would break down again for sure... or maybe he would punch the wall considering the rage he felt when he thought about that man touching her.

“Nessy?” he ventured carefully, remembering their trip to Northfield and Lily swimming in the gross pong, smelling like rotten mud for hours after that.

Lily snorted and looked down.

“You fucker” she joked “I was hoping you forgot about that.”

“Oh no. I never forget.” he stood up and kissed her head. “Go take a bath and relax, I'll call my agent before going to photo ops.”

She nodded, happy to get rid of that dress and clean herself from everything that happened.

“Misha?” she stopped him while he was walking toward the door and he turned to look at her.

“Yeah?”

“Can you not talk about me to your fans today?” she almost pleaded, still sitting on the edge of the bed and twisting her fingers nervously.

“Of course.” he winked and started to walk again when she stopped him again. She was kinda scared to let him go.

“Misha, how was it?” she asked before he could turn the doorknob. He turned and leaned against the door, frowning.

“I have no clue what you're talking about.” he admitted shaking his head.

“Our wedding day... in your mind... when you were sixteen... how was it?”

The smile that enlightened Misha's face when he thought about it was probably warmer than the morning sun. He slowly walked toward her and knelt between her legs to be at eye level with her.

He cupped her face and left a soft kiss on her lips.

“How about you relax first, and I'll tell you when I come back?”

She covered his hands with hers and leaned in his touch.

“Hurry.” she simply whispered, and Misha's heart clenched when he understood she was nervous to be left alone today.

“Promise.”

***

She stayed in the bath for hours... or at least it felt like it. The water was so hot she could've cooked pasta in it, but it relaxed all of her sore muscles and it felt divine.

When she finally found the strength to get out of it, she put some jeans and shirt on, took her laptop and checked her Twitter on the bed.

As she expected, her time line was full of tweets about the accident.

@Lucy “Misha can't smile. Misha Collins who's smile lights up an entire room cannot smile because his lip is hurt so badly. Im so upset.”

@Lindieface“YES. :( Apparently four guys mugged him and beat him pretty badly. & he's still there doing photo ops, bless him.”

Four guys? Lily had to laugh at that. Only a few hours had passed since they announced it and there was already one more man in the story.

Geez thank God there were only three... What would've happened if one more was beating Misha up... or one more was taking care of her.

She shivered and shook her head, trying not to think about it.

@JensenAcklesGod The way Misha hides his stitches makes me so emo :(

@Acklestonkin Jensen covering misha's mouth for him because he knows he's feeling self conscious is the most important thing

Her chest constricted when she saw the pictures of him with his fans. She could tell he was trying so hard to look okay, but he couldn't fool everyone... everybody saw he was extra tired.

She just hoped his fans wouldn't ask him to do too many weird poses because he probably wouldn't say no and it would hurt.

And then of course, Misha answered to reassure everyone... but with what phone? Maybe he found a computer to use.

Hey guys! Thanks for all the well-wishes! Just want u to know I've just got some minor scrapes. I'm totally fine! Love u guys.

Minor scrapes my ass... Lily thought. He probably didn't tell anyone about his broken ribs and he was there being hugged tight by hundreds of people...

It was nice to read all the well wishes from the cast members, they were all very nice people and she felt so good reading all the compliments they were saying about Misha.

Lily jumped when she heard a knock on her door. Who could that be? They're all at the con!

She was surprised to see Jensen when she opened the door.

“Hey, sunshine!” he greeted and hugged her carefully. God that man was so damn nice!

“Hey! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the con if I'm correct...”

He chuckled. “May I come in?”

Lily stepped aside to let him in before closing the door behind them.

“I have something for you, and considering the circumstances, I hurried to give it to you because I'm pretty sure it's an emergency.”

Lily frowned when he handed a box to her. When she opened it and found the last Iphone in it, her mouth dropped open and she couldn't form a real sentence to thank him.

“How... you... what the...”

Jensen chuckled. “You're welcome. Misha got one too by the way, his new number is in the box, and I'm pretty sure he sent at least ten texts to you already so you better hurry to answer before he loses his mind.”

Lily threw herself in Jensen's arms and hugged him tight, not able to contain her tears.

“You're really an angel, thank you.”

After all he did for her yesterday, he was still here helping her today. And she thoughts every celebrities were selfish jerks... how wrong she was!

Jensen burst out laughing “I'm really not, but thank you. I just hate violence and what happened to you and Misha is unfair. I wanted to fix it at least a little. But now I have to run or I'll be late for my last minute panel since I have to take Misha's place. If you'll excuse me...”

She let him go with a warm smile.

“Of course. Thank you, Jensen... I really appreciate.”

“Don't mention it.” he winked at her and ran out of the room, screaming “Oh and Misha's on his way, he'll be here soon just FYI”, closing the door behind him.

“Thanks!”

She didn't know what else to say, she was just damn grateful.

***

The good thing when you receive a new phone and you have tons of settings to do is that you don't see how fast time flies. She was busy answering what felts like her hundredth message when she heard the door open and Misha appeared in the room, looking completely fried.

“I know... I look like crap.” he declared while plopping down on the bed.

“You insisted to go... the doctor warned you it wasn't a wise thing to do. How do you feel?” Lily asked worried and pressed her hand on his forehead, gently stroking his hair back.

“Like a was thrown into a burning volcano after being hit by a flying plane and tortured by Lucifer himself. Please don't say I told you so...”

“I won't say it then. Is there something I can do?”

He sighed “Can we just go home?”

Home?... They didn't have a home. How was she supposed to know where he was referring to?

“Am I supposed to know where that is?” she asked honestly and Misha removed his arm from his eyes to look at her, realizing they indeed didn't have a place to share and call home.

“Your place.” he specified.

“Okay. Just rest, I'll pack.”

“If you insist...”

She smiled when she heard him snore two minutes later.

She let him sleep through the rest of the afternoon and they left when he woke up.

***

Katie jumped in Lily's arms as soon as she opened the door of her apartment.

“I was so fucking worried!”

“No need, I'm in one piece as you can see. What were you doing in my apartment?”

“Just waiting for you. I felt like a lion in a cage in my place...”

Katie studied her and winced when she saw the scratches on the side of her face. When she went to hug Misha and saw his face, she had to cover her mouth to muffle the gasp that went out.

“They dared doing that to your pretty face...”

Misha chuckled and welcomed her in his arms to greet her.

“Owww not so tight please! Broken ribs”

Katie pulled away mortified.

“Fuck! I'm sorry I didn't know... I didn't think it was that bad...”

She turned to look at Lily and playfully slapped her arm. “You let them do that to him and you only have a few scratches? Where the hell were you?”

Lily shared a panicked look with Misha, not sure if she should tell the truth to her friend who would probably overreact... as always.

“One of the man was holding me, I couldn't move... and FYI I skipped Kung-Fu class so what the fuck could I do alone against three huge men?”

“I told you we should've take self-defense lessons when-”

“Nevermind Katie, it's over and we're fine. Can we leave it at that?” Lily interrupted but Misha tilted his head, obviously interested in the end of Katie's sentence.

“When what?” he pressed... he knew she would crack and tell him soon enough.

“I said nevermind. Katie, I'm sorry but we're exhausted.”

Katie didn't protest, sensing she may have let something big slip through her mouth... again.

Lily escorted her to the front door to say goodnight.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she whispered to her friend when they were far enough from Misha.

“I'm sorry I thought he knew! You say you tell him everything!”

“He doesn't know everything and it must stay that way. Understood? I'll talk to you tomorrow.”

Katie sighed. “Your choice... Goodnight love.”

Lily hugged her friend before closing the door and joined Misha in the kitchen, busy brewing some tea.

“Are you gonna finish her sentence for me?” he asked hopeful.

Lily sighed and sat on the bar stool. “Any chance you can forget about that?”

“No.” he stood at the other side of the bar and crossed his arms. “Did someone hurt you before?”

She swallowed and looked down to play with her jeans, trying to avoid this conversation.

“The silence treatment won't work, Lily... not this time. I want to know, and now. You know you can talk to me.”

He leaned on the bar to look at her closely, but she couldn't look at him in the eyes. She was definitely not decided to talk.

“Alright...” Misha started to walk toward the front door.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Lily followed.

“Katie's. At least she talks.” he replied annoyed, turning the doorknob.

“No, wait!” it got out harsher than she meant, but she wasn't very comfortable with this conversation. “I... I'll talk. Don't go. It's not as bad as it sounds, really.”

Her version would definitely be lighter than Katie's.

Misha took her hand and led her to the couch where they both sat face to face. He raised his hands before clapping them back. “I'm listening.”

“I don't know where to start...” she confessed.

“Did someone hurt you before?” Misha helped.

She looked down at her hands. “Yes. Kinda.”

Misha swallowed, trying not to push her too much despite the anger rising in his core already. “Who?”

“Some guy I dated when I was in France. It was a long time ago, it happened once and I've never seen him after we broke up. Can we leave it at that, please?”

His nostrils flared “Ex boyfriend?”

Okay so no was the answer to her previous question obviously...

“Not really...” she paused for too long, annoying Misha even more.

“Lily... what are you scared about? Talk to me, please. I need to know. You used to tell me everything...”

She sighed again and looked up to meet his comforting eyes, but she could feel a disturbing wave of shame burning inside of her chest already.

“I... there was a time, few months after I started therapy in France, when I coped with mourning by... unhealthy methods. It led to... meeting a lot of people, and sometimes bad people.”

“Okay... what do you mean by 'unhealthy methods'? Drugs? Alcohol?”

“No... this is very awkward to talk about that with you...” she confessed shyly.

Misha took her hand and rubbed her knuckles. “I can hear everything. You should know that.”

“I was getting out a lot... in clubs... drinking too much, and each time I would … pick up a guy to … you know... end the night with.”

“Oh...” was all he could answer.

Imagining Lily picking up a different guy to fuck each week was beyond torture for Misha, especially so soon after he was supposed to be dead. Not to mention it was far from her personality.

“Dr Dorville, my therapist, said it was my way to cope with you being gone. She said... she said I missed you so I needed to find someone to fill the need. It became like a drug, I needed someone to be close to, but as it was never enough filling my craving, I did it again and again, the goal being to find someone who could make me feel... safe, and loved. At least as safe and loved as I felt with you. But it never did.”

Misha's grip on her hand tightened.

“I met Ben one of those nights, he was ten years older than me, I liked him, he liked me, and I surprised myself wanting him more than once so we saw each other more often, but after a while I got tired of him because it still wasn't enough for me, so I found someone else... and he wasn't happy when he found out so he got mad and since he was high and drunk pretty much all the time it turned into a fight when he came to tell me how he felt. I've never seen him again after that night.”

Lily looked down at their intertwined fingers and she rubbed her thumb on Misha's palm.

“I'm not proud of it. And... they all had the most cute names to call me, but even today I still feel like a slut when I hear someone I sleep with calling me like that...”

Oh... so that was the reason why...

He was so quiet... way too quiet. Lily felt very uncomfortable and ashamed. Whatever the reason is, it's never a good thing to act that way.

“Please say something...” she pleaded.

“How many?” The question even surprised himself.

The answer was unfortunately even more shameful for her.

“I... don't know. Too many. I lost count. It lasted almost a year, I went out every weekend... you do the math.” she blushed furiously.

A single tear fell from her eyes as she looked away but Misha was still firmly holding her hand without moving.

“I know how it sounds, Misha... I won't blame you if you think this is bad because it is. Just... please don't judge me on that.”

“Who am I to judge someone who lost everything in one night? You... you just did the exact same thing I did, except I was lucky enough to find the right person the first time.”

Misha smiled and it warmed Lily's heart up instantly. She slid forward on the couch and wrapped her arms around his chest. She needed to feel him, she needed to know he still loved her even after that.

He hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head.

“I'm sorry.” she breathed out.

“Don't apologize. You don't need to.”

“I feel guilty...” she confessed.

Misha pulled away to look into her reddened eyes.

“Wanna know a secret?”

Lily frowned but didn't answer.

“I felt so guilty the first time I slept with Vicki that I pretended to be hungry to go out and I threw up as soon as I crossed her front door... on her porch.”

Lily pressed her lips together to suppress a laugh, but she failed miserably and snorted, soon joined by Misha's chuckles. Misha grabbed her waist and leaned back on the sofa, bringing her with him. She instantly placed herself on his chest and wrapped her arms around him.

There was an unhealthy curiosity in Lily's mind when she thought about Misha's first time with Vicki. She wondered if it felt as awkward and guilt-wracking for him as it felt for her when she slept with all those guys.

“I wanted to marry you at the farm... just us and our families.”

Misha suddenly changed the subject, playing absentmindedly with a lock of her hair while staring at the ceiling.

Lily looked up but didn't say a word, a smile appearing on her lips when she tried to picture the scene.

“I thought about the pond first, near the weeping willow, it would've made great pictures... but then I thought about your grandfather, and I couldn't get the clearing out of my head since he married your gran' there.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, still unable to figure what to say.

“I didn't care about my clothes, about the food or any of those stuff, it didn't matter. I just wanted a small thing in our place and it would've been perfect. I pictured you in a casual white dress though... not a fancy one... wearing that necklace of course.”

He looked down and grabbed the wooden ring he made for her, still hanging on her neck.

“That's it... nothing more. That was enough for me. I just wanted you to be mine.”

She looked at him and smiled.

“I would've loved it.” she sincerely replied before kissing him.

She deepened the kiss and closed her eyes when she felt his warm hand caressing her lower back.

Her left hand found its way under his shirt, needing to feel more of him.

She broke the kiss to stare into his blue eyes but none of them could speak, so she moved up on the couch to straddle his hips. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up his shoulders, still staring hungrily at him.

He didn't protest and placed both of his hands on her hips after tossing his shirt away. He didn't move, not sure if she was okay for more after what happened. She was just here, looking down at him, her hands caressing his chest.

They stayed like that for a moment before she bent over him to leave wet kisses all over his muscular chest, his shoulders, his neck, her long hair brushing his skin. She traced her way with her tongue down his body again, stopping at his waist to fumbled with his belt buckle.

She opened it and unzipped his pants, but Misha was still not moving. His hands were still on her hips, squeezing a bit everytime she kissed a sensitive spot, and his jaw clenched, but he didn't make a move, afraid to remind her of this morning.

She raised her hips just enough to slide his jeans down at his knees and sat back on his hips, her eyes closing at the sensation of his hard cock pressing between her legs through his underwear.

She leaned forward again to kiss and trace her fingers along his chest once more, and she teasingly pulled down on his underwear when she reached it.

She looked up at him and smiled, kissing his hip bones again and again. The look on her eyes made Misha wild and all he wanted was to get up, grab her and fuck her on the couch, but he didn't move and let her do what she wanted with him.

And she knew exactly what she wanted...

She grabbed his underwear to slide them down at his knees too, freeing his cock in the process. She sat down on his thighs and grabbed him in her hand, pumping a few times, earning a low moan from him.

She needed to taste him. Since she thought about it, she couldn't get it out of her mind. She had never done that with him. That's not something she thought about when she was sixteen, but now...

Now... she bent over him, her lustful eyes still staring at him, and she licked her lips.

And it took all the strength in Misha to stop her, his hands flying from her hips to her shoulders to block her from bending further down.

She almost let out a frustrated whine, her face was inches away from his cock and all she wanted right now was to lick it.

“You don't have to...” Misha frowned.

Lily could hear the need in his words, she could feel his sweaty warm skin under her touch, she could feel his shaky legs between hers, she knew he wanted this but was worried for her.

“Hands down.” she ordered, grabbing his wrists to guide him.

She pinned his arms on his sides and Misha swallowed thickly, his eyes never leaving hers.

His cock twitched on his stomach, making Lily smirk before she grabbed it back in her hand.

She licked her lips again, desperate to taste him, and she bent further down, holding his gaze, her mouth stopping very close to his already leaking tip.

“May I?” she asked defiantly, eating him up with her gaze.

Misha was now panting from anticipation, and he could feel his legs trembling under her.

“Please...” he breathed out.

She leaned further, right at the base of his cock, stuck out her tongue and slowly licked his length all along, until her tongue reached the tip, and the deep moan that escaped Misha when she wrapped her mouth around him and hummed almost made her come in her pants.

She took her time to taste every inch of him, circling her tongue around the tip of his twitching cock, sucking and swallowing every drop of precum she could feel. He tasted so fucking good...

Misha shut his eyes tight, hoping it could last forever, but knowing he wouldn't be long coming with her sucking hard on his throbbing cock like that.

She took him as deep as she could, savoring his taste with her tongue flat on his length everytime she pulled back, sucking hard on the tip and teasing the sensitive spot with her tongue.

“Yes...” Misha hissed and his hips bucked up.

He couldn't help his hands from grabbing her hair to guide her, and she couldn't help swaying her hips on his legs.

Misha suddenly pushed on Lily's hips to raise her a little bit, allowing him to unhook one leg from under her, getting rid of his pants and underwear. He put his left leg aside, allowing her to feel his right knee pressing between her legs when she straddled back down on it.

Lily ground her hips against him, bent down to take him back in her mouth and moaned around him sending shivers in his whole body.

She pulled back to look at him and licked the thread of precum hanging from her lips. She smirked seeing the dark look in his eyes, and she didn't resist when she felt his hands, still in her hair, pushing toward him again. She opened her mouth and took him back as deep as she could, sucking even harder.

Misha was absolutely unable to stay still and thrust up faster and faster, harder and harder, fucking her mouth restlessly.

“Yes... fuck Lily I'm so close... fuck!”

She had no intention of letting go, she wanted to taste all of him and she wouldn't stop before tasting his cum.

She rubbed her clothed crotch against his knee again and again, unable to stop the moans from coming, much for Misha's delight.

She sucked and licked harder, following his frantic movements, trying to keep breathing whenever she could. She looked up at him when she felt his hips moving slower in an unsteady rhythm and she swallowed around him, sending him over the edge.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! AH! Lily... FUUUCK! UGGHHH!”

His fists tightened in her hair making her whine, and she came right before he did, just by humping his knee, whimpering insanely around his cock. He came in her mouth a short moment later, never leaving her gaze when she swallowed all of him.

She let him go, licked her lips and sat up straddling his thighs when his head plopped down on the couch and he closed his eyes, hiding them behind his forearm and panting to catch his breath.

Lily stayed on his thighs smirking, admiring her work for a while.

“I didn't hurt you, did I?” she asked when she saw he was still panting under his arm.

“I don't know, I can't feel my body anymore...” he chuckled lazily and finally took his arm away to look at her.

She lied down on top of his naked body and placed her head on his chest, listening to his still fast heartbeat.

“Amazing way to end that fucked up weekend.” she confessed weakly.

And it hit them at the same time like a brick wall: tomorrow they would go back to work... tomorrow they would say goodbye, again... tomorrow they would be apart, again...tomorrow they would crave each other, again.

[notnaturalanahi]

The Coach and The English Teacher

Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Lisa Braeden (mentioned), Ben (Mentioned), Jessica Moore (Mentioned), OCs Sophie, Maggie, Julie (Mentioned)

Word count: 2471

Warnings: Smut, slight Dom!Sub!, Cheating. 

A/N: There’s no second part to this, and I’m not planning on doing one any time soon. Sorry! Betad by my amazing friend @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname

‘What does Antonym mean?’

‘I don’t know what he means, but you’ve spelt his name wrong.’

“What the fuck!?” You lift your gaze from the answer sheet and breathe out, rolling your eyes. This fucking kid is getting in your nerves.

You sigh. Uncap the sharpie and draw a large red cross next to answer 10 and add. ‘This stopped being funny 3 months ago Louis!’ And proceed to write a big ‘D’ on the top of the sheet.

The already corrected exam goes on the growing pile by your right and shaking your head you move to get a new one from you left pile. Having the free period between classes this year really came in hand; you didn’t have to wait till you came home to correct exams; and the days you have nothing to do you could just relax and rest for 90 minutes.

And to top it all teacher’s lounge room is deserted today, so you settle on the round table with a big mug of chamomile tea and a granola bar. Tilting your mug up you drink the last drops and quickly look down when you feel your phone buzz.

The sharpie forgotten as you grab your - too big for your hand - phone, unlock it and see his name on the new incoming text.

I have 45’ free till my next class.

You think a bit, re-read the short sentence a few times before you answer.

Good for you! What you gonna do?

You’re not gonna jump off your seat and run to him just like that! Yes, you’ve done it before, but lately you have been doubting this whole thing, It’s starting get too intense…

Not one second later the screen lights again and you see a response

YOU. Come to my office, NOW!

A tingling sensation takes over your body, starting between your legs, as you imagine his harsh voice commanding you to do what he wants. You contemplate your options, hot dirty sex or correcting exams?

You realize WHO you’re texting, right?  

You know you’re taking a big risk, maybe he’d mistaken your number with someone else’s.

The phone buzzed on your hands one more time.

The hottest and kinkiest teacher of this freaking school!

Be there in 5.

You let out a ragged breath, your wheels already turning inside your mind. Fuck, you can’t resist him.

You gather your stuff, rinse your mug and place it in the cabinet. Fix your outfit and fluff your hair, and before you walk out of the room you delete every single text so there won’t be any evidence.

Your blood pumps loudly  through your ears, your breath quickens and slick quickly gathers between your legs, as your flat shoes echoes through the empty hallways and corridors.

You reach the gymnasium, push the big double door and walk into the shiny wooden court until you stand in front of the glass door with the words ‘Coach Winchester’ plastered on red vinyl.

A shiver runs down your body when you knock on the door, twice, before you open the door and poke your head. “Coach?”

“Come in.” A sexy  deep voice resounds in the air, going straight to your core.

“Coach?” You ask again in the most  innocent tone, your voice almost a whisper; the lights are off so you can’t see in the small windowless office.

“Yes, in here. Lock the door behind you.” Suppressing a whimper you press your back on the door and push it closed sliding the latch, waiting for your eyes to adjust with the darkness so you can walk further in.

Before that happens you feel the heat emanating from his body and Two big hands grab yours, pulling you to the obscure depth.

You let yourself go following the silent orders, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch him, feel him; you have to pushed the desire aside, he never said you could do anything, and he hasn’t given you any commands yet.

You know your place, so  you just do what he hushed you to do.

His body comes closer to yours, pressing himself against you, he drags your hands to his waist and you gasp when you realize he is already naked, his erection poking your abdomen. A moan escapes your lips when he begins to rut against you, and a big warm hand covers your mouth.

“Tsk tsk tsk… Be quiet, baby girl… Or I’ll have to punish you.” His voice next to your ear results on a whimper muffled by his fingers. “Apparently that’s what you want” His teeth find the shell of your ear, gracing at it and making his way down your jaw,  your neck and collar bone, biting and licking; making sure not to leave a single mark on your delicate skin.

He turns you around, your back  on his chest as he guides you to lean forward over his desk, your pupils’ distended enough to let you see a bit thanks to the glow that coming from the gymnasium high windows. The flat surface of the desk has been wiped clean.

He shoves you until you cheek rests against the cold wood top, you can feel your heart beating against your rib cage. His hands find the hem of your sundress lifting it up and you feel it rumple over your back.

You’re completely expose to him, nothing but your underwear covering you; and now that you remember is just a g-string so it doesn’t cover much. His callous fingers on your sensitive skin rise up goosebumps. He kneads the tender flesh of your ass and you feel his warm breath ghosting over it.

“You have no idea how much I want to bite you right now.” He growls, voice thick with lust. “Mark you as mine!” He groans.

You gasp as his teeth grace your behind and for a second you think he is crazy enough to bite you and mark you. You try to stand up but a hand moves up to the small of your back holding you in place. “Relax, I’m not gonna do it.”

You relax again. His fingers trace the contour of your waist till they find the little strip of elastic material of your panties and they hooked on each side, dragging it down. You feel the itch on your skin as the elastic band is removed, since it had been digging your flesh during the day, but you know you can’t move, he haven’t said you could.

As if he was reading your mind, his tongue darts out and he licks the marks soothing the ache, making you shiver and you can feel him smiling against your body. “I got you babe” he whispers and you moan. “I know exactly what you need.”

He leans forward and you feel his thick cock poking you and you can’t help but pressing back and grind, it’s hot and irresistible. “Someone is being impatient” His voice suddenly on the back of your neck driving you crazy.

“Mhmmm” you hum and he laughs softly. “Too bad I have to punish you for being a noisy little girl.” You hear the snarl on his voice and it sends another wave of electricity to your throbbing clit.He moves away from you completely, you whine at  the lost.

Then his big hands grab you by the sides of your hips, lifting your ass up in the air, they remove your underwear all the way down your legs and help your knees up his desk, one at the time, not wasting the time to rub his thumb over your dripping entrance and then you hear him sucking his finger and moaning at the taste.

Once you are set on top of the desk on your knees, your legs folded under you; your face still down against the surface and the palms of your hands flat on either side of your head, he proceed to spread your cheeks, exposing your dripping folds to him even more and he licks a stripe of your slit from your entrance to your clit making you almost cry out, you do your best effort to keep it all in.

It is extremely hard, considering how talented he is with his mouth. He continues his ministration on you, sucking your clit between his lips as his finger pump in and out of you merciless, his tongue flickering the swollen nub until you are squirming under him. Soft whimpers and moans escaping your lips, he has you over the edge for a while, not letting you cum; and you knew from the beginning this was going to be your punishment, every time you’re at the edge of the precipice there, he slows down the pace or retreat from you completely and you whine and beg.

And he loves to hear you beg.

“Please.” Your voice breaks, “You really want this, princess?” You can hear the snicker in his voice. “Yes, please.”

“You’re gonna have to ask properly, baby girl.” He teases you, but you know what you had to say.

“Please sir, let me cum, please!!”

“Sure thing, if you want it so much, then cum.” As soon as the last word let his mouth his tongue is on your pussy once again, licking and nipping as his fingers find that sweet spot inside you. And within seconds you are quaking, your inner walls clenching and squeezing his long thick digits, he helps you ride it through before he pulls your limp body and flips you to your back; normally he would’ve given you a moment to catch your breath, but time was almost up.

In one quick motion he pushes inside you. You yelp in surprise as your walls stretch receiving his thick throbbing cock; he bottoms out gauging your reaction.

Is a slow steady pace first in attempt to help you get use to his size. His pubic bone pressed against your still sensitive clit instantly bringing you over the edge again, you tangle your ankles around his waist giving him permission to go deeper, your heels digging in his butt.

Small whimpers leave your mouth as he circles his hips repeatedly crashing against yours, he leans over to capture your lips on his, is ferocious, all tongues and teeth, muffling your sounds and his.

He growls feeling your walls fluttering around him. Speeding up his pace, hitting your g-spot with the head of his dick with each thrust, the way his eyes shut you know he’s close too.

“Look at me!” You cradle his face in your hands and he opens his eyes. The diamond on your left hand gleams when it’s positioned on the right angle and the light hits it; you move your hand and bury it between his hair, tugging at it.

His left hand makes his way to you face, gracing your bottom lip with his thumb, forcing his way into your mouth, you suck it onto your wet heat, twirling your tongue around it. His movements become erratic just as you feel the flashing light crawling from behind your eyelids.

His palm covers your mouth and nose, cutting off your oxygen supply as you came undone, clenching and milking his cock, he tenses up and rope after rope of his warm seed paints you from the inside.

“Fuck!” His chest heaving, his breathing shallow. “I love you” He breathes out. You look at him straight in the eyes, regretting the whole thing immediately.

“Don’t say that!” You softly push him off of you as you get up from the desk, he pulls out and his gaze drops to his cum dripping out of you.

“Why not?” He hands you a tissue for you to clean yourself and takes one for himself.

“You know why! Don’t do this; not now!”

“Y/N, I’m being serious.” He bends down to grab your underwear from the floor and hands it to you.

“Seriously dumb…” You let out a soft chuckle and hop down from his desk.

You see the way his muscles constrict under the taut skin of his back as he starts to get dress, but the show is over when he throws a shirt over his head. He turns around you are ready to go. You inhaled deeply as your hand goes for lock and then the door knob.

He walks closer to you. Only an inch of thin air between the two of you, he presses his forehead against yours and you sigh before looking up to his moss green eyes. He leans forward and you meet him halfway softly pressing your lips together. “So, what time today?” You ask before pulling away.

“Lisa said everything would be ready at six.” He moves away with a sigh and turns on the light of his office, you can see him completely for the first time since you arrived, his face flushed and dirty blond hair sticking out to different directions; he looks gorgeous.

“Okay, we’ll be there a bit earlier to help you guys with any last minutes things, Sam has to go and pick Julie from Jess’s after he picks Sophia from school, so the four of us can arrive together” You turn the knob and open the door.

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“How I do what?” You ask intrigued.

“Put on a good face, while Sam goes back to Jess, I mean it’s not Julie's fault, but if Ben dad’s ever showed up to talk to Lisa I would not stand seeing him near her.”

You shrug. “I guess, it’s all in the past, I trust him.” You bite your lip as the guilt starts to creep under your skin after you said that little word.

“Okay, then.” You sigh. “I’ll see you tonight, I can’t believe Maggie is 7 already.”

“Yeah, and Soph’s birthday is just around the corner. I still remember when you and Lisa called each other’s the bump twins.”

You chuckle. “Well, I guess I never thought I would get pregnant almost at the same time as my best friend and that we both be having girls…”

He chuckles this time, and you shake those memories a side saying your goodbyes. You leave his office and make your way to your classroom as the bell rings. You feel your phone go off on your briefcase. Your husband’s number on the screen.

“Hi Hun!”

“Hello, I can’t really talk I’m heading to my last class.”

“Okay, I just wanted you to know that I have Soph in the car with me “’(Say hi to mommy- HI MOMMY!)” The little girl’s voice swells your heart.

“Hi baby!”

“We’re heading up to pick up Julie; see you in a few hours.”

“Drive safe… see you”

“Love you, bye.”

“Yeah. I love you more”

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