#hmm.. wonder where you got that sweater from ?

[ambitions-of-an-eccedentesiast]

local pipsqueak gets startled by his own voice, more at ten.

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[emilys-bangs]

malleable | e.p

Tags: established relationship, fluff, mom!emily, no use of yn, reader isn't really present in this fic, halloween

Summary: Emily hates Halloween (but when her daughter asks her to dress up with her, she can't refuse).

Word count: 2.1k

If there’s anything Emily’s daughter is, it’s obsessed with Tangled. The movie plays at least three times a week on your living room TV; you and Emily have memorized the dialogue somewhere around three months ago. Now you can easily recite it in your sleep, close your eyes and clearly picture Rapunzel and Eugene’s next moves.

Despite that, your daughter still remains infatuated. Which is why Emily is only briefly surprised when Eloise drops her hand with a gasp and takes off running to the end of the costume aisle, colorful lights bursting along her sneakers as she runs to the purple dress packaged beneath a picture of the princess.

“This one!”

Emily smothers her smile as Eloise rises on the very tips of her tiptoes, her fingers wriggling impatiently as she tries to reach the costume. She falls a few inches short, and her displeasure is immediately known in the twist of her lips.

“Mommy.” She whines at her mother’s slow approach.

“Hmm,” Emily hums. “How many times have we said not to run off, Eloise? You know you can’t do that when we’re outside.” She sweeps messy bangs away from Eloise’s eyes—the exact same shade as her own.

“Sorry. Can I have it? Please?” She settles back on the soles of her feet and hugs Emily’s legs. “Please, please, Mommy.” Her mouth curls into a pleading pout.

The long repeated reprimand fades into the background. Your daughter is usually good at following it, almost always content with holding either your hand or Emily’s, so she smiles softly and lets it go this once. 

“How about we see it first, yeah sweetheart?” One of her hands goes to Eloise’s back as she grabs the costume off the shelf. Shades of purple wink up at her through the clear plastic, peeking out from beneath Rapunzel’s picture and the picture of the little girl displaying it. “Cute,” she says, absently combing her fingers through Eloise’s hair.

“Wanna see.”

Emily bends over to get closer to Eloise, letting her take the costume from her hands. “What do you think?” She murmurs, brushing her daughter’s bangs over the soft arch of her eyebrows. “Do you like it?”

“Yes!” Eloise gasps.

The palpable excitement in her voice makes the garish costume store a little more bearable. Emily smiles as she adjusts the hem of Eloise’s sweater down her stomach, having risen up in her strenuous pursuit of the costume. “Are you sure that’s the one you want? We haven’t seen many others.”

“Wanna be Rapunzel.” Eloise says firmly, nodding to herself as she hugs the dress to her chest.

“Alright, well if you’re sure,” Emily laughs, not in the least bit surprised at her five-year-old’s resoluteness. It’s something she’d gotten directly from her; Emily’s heart only expands at seeing roots of herself grow in her daughter.

“I’m sure.” Eloise drags out the word, stretching it out so it sounds like duh.

“Okay. Let me see if that’s your size.” Emily holds out her hand. With great reluctance, Eloise hands her the costume. Emily huffs out an amused laugh as she straightens, distantly wondering where her daughter got such an intense love for Halloween from. You’re mostly indifferent, and she hates it with more passion than it deserves. But your little gremlin has been talking nonstop about her costume for the past week, and after a brief debate—which Emily lost—you finally found the time to take her.

Though Emily feels two little arms wrap around her thigh, she places a hand on Eloise’s head for extra measure. Small fingers tickle her through her jeans as she rifles through the costumes, humming until she finds the proper size.

“Here it is. I think that’s about it—”

“I’m gonna be Rapunzel and you’re Mother Gospel!” Eloise announces as she steals the costume from Emily’s hands. Emily’s brows furrow.

“Gothel.”

“Garthel.”

Every time.

Emily lets it go. Instead she focuses on the more pressing issue her daughter presented. “You want me to be your evil Mommy?” She frowns at Eloise, the pout of her lips exaggerated.

Eloise is unfazed. “You’re not my evil Mommy, you’re ’punzle’s evil Mommy.” She says sagely. The circles of her eyes are wide, a shine to them that almost always ensures she’s going to get what she wants. “And I’m Rapunzel so you have to be her Mommy.” She reasons.

Emily swallows a grimace at the hopeful tone in her voice. Her distaste for Halloween peeks through her love for her daughter, the two conflicting sides clashing together as she looks down at the five-year-old expectantly tilting her chin up. 

“Honey, I don’t really like wearing costumes for Halloween.” Emily says, slowly, as if it’ll soften the blow.

Eloise frowns. “Why?”

“Uhh...” It’s not the easiest thing to explain to her toddler that she despises the holiday partly because of her inability to unsee masked unsubs everywhere. But really a huge part of it Emily doesn’t understand herself; the unrestrained chaos of it, the headache of coming up with a costume each year, and—in more recent years—swapping out the candy after her daughter has passed out. It’s more hassle than it deserves, and Emily simply doesn’t have the patience for it.

“I don’t know.” She raises her shoulders in a jerky shrug. Her words seem extra lame when Eloise tilts her head, confused. “I’m not a fan, I guess.”

“But it’s Halloween.” She whines.

“I know, bug. But you know who’d match really well with you? Your—”

“Want you to be Mother Gospel.” Eloise grumbles, interrupting before Emily can throw the role on you—like she did last year. Her eyes turn stormy dark as the disappointment settles, etching itself in delicate frown lines across her young face. The happiness of acquiring her costume dissolves into a cloud, one that starts growing gray above her head, gathering with rain that reflects in Eloise’s eyes.

Emily’s stomach turns with guilt.

“Ellie…” She chews on her lip, feeling herself crumble beneath her daughter’s gaze. But then her eyes flit to the costumes around them and her nose wrinkles, almost against her will. “We’ll talk about it at home, okay? Let’s just get your costume now, it’s almost lunch time.”

Eloise sulks. She thrusts her arms out, a frown digging between her brows. “Mommy up.” She demands, almost as if it’s punishment.

Emily finds herself smiling. “Yes, my liege.” She says playfully, lightening her tone and hoping to pull a similar smile from her daughter as she lifts her up into her arms. Emily stifles a grunt as she heaves Eloise up against her chest, a dull strain pulling the muscles of her arms taut as she secures her little girl to her body, where she always used to lay as an infant. Admittedly, Eloise is heavier than she used to be, her rapidly growing body settling more firmly against Emily’s side. But she knows these days are starting to slip from her fingers, the sand draining to the other end of the glass, so Emily grasps each opportunity she can get, regardless of the ache in her back and hip. 

Eloise still doesn’t smile back, so Emily kisses her cheek, hoping to find a dimple. “You know, you could do with being Mother Gothel yourself.” She murmurs as Eloise settles against her, the costume halfway squished between their bodies.

“She’s not a princess,” Eloise sighs heavily as she lays her head on her shoulder.

Which is definitely her only fault.

“How could I have forgotten,” Emily says, absently sweeping another kiss over Eloise’s forehead. “She’s not a princess. Does this come with a crown?” She tries to look down at the costume.

“Nu-uh.”

“Well, that won’t do. Our princess needs a crown, doesn’t she?”

“A purple crown.” Eloise agrees. 

“A purple crown,” Emily parrots. She hoists Eloise higher on her hip, forcing her eyes away from the sweet relief of the cashier and to the endless shelves of accessories. She swallows down a deep sigh and tries to think of her daughter’s happiness. “Let’s browse their selection, shall we?”

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“It’s the best costume in the world!” Eloise gushes, her eyes bright with excitement. She trips over the word costume, switching the s and t, which strikes Emily as a little odd for a girl who can effortlessly pronounce Rapunzel. 

She laughs as she fixes the crown on Eloise’s head, silently hoping she never grows out of her endearing quirks. “It is pretty cool. Fine choice, m’lady.” She grabs Eloise’s hand and twirls her around in front of the mirror, smiling when the little girl giggles at the flare of her dress.

They spin until Eloise grows dizzy, tumbling into her mother, so Emily gently sits her down on the carpeted floor of her room. Her cheeks are flushed, the deep brown of her eyes glittering with glee. Once again her tiara tilts, slipping on her head.

“Your crown is lopsided, princess,” Emily murmurs, smiling as she fixes it. “Careful, it’s gotta be on straight.” 

Eloise giggles, the sound breathless and bright as she places her hands on Emily’s knees, scrunching the fabric of her sweatpants. “Can we put the flowers in my hair?” She asks, tilting her head up to meet Emily’s eyes. The crown jostles further.

Emily hums and leaves it, finding the task futile. “Yeah, that would be a nice touch,” she taps the tip of her finger on Eloise’s nose, “maybe we can have some daises and—”

“And your hair curly!”

“Mine?” Emily’s brows lift. “Why? I think it looks pretty like this, don’t you?” She shakes out her—admittedly flat—hair.

Eloise shakes her head no. Her eyes narrow critically; she suddenly looks so much like you that Emily’s heart warms, a more than familiar desire to take her daughter into her arms and pepper her face with kisses floating through her veins. 

“Y’cant be Mother Garthel without curly hair.” Eloise says.

The feeling dims. 

“Eloise,” Emily sighs. “Mon chou, Mommy doesn’t wanna dress up.” She shrugs meekly.

“Please? Please, please, please, Mommy. Henry’s Mommy is gonna wear a costume. And Jack’s Daddy.” Eloise’s eyes grow wider as she crawls into Emily’s lap. Emily’s arms automatically wrap around her, the walls of her resolve crumbling as Eloise burrows closer. She can feel her walls tumbling down, a weary reluctance surfacing from beneath the chipped pieces of her hatred for the holiday as Eloise’s small fingers twist into the fabric of her sweater.

Distantly, Emily thinks that she used to be stronger than this. Her will was iron clad, her mind—once made up—impossible to budge. She’s still like this, you’d argue, only she’s incapable of showing that front to her daughter. She’s putty in Eloise’s hands, bendable and soft and completely, embarrassingly pliant. Which is inconvenient. 

Still, Emily gently reminds her daughter of last year’s Halloween. The effort is half hearted at this point, the image of you and Eloise in your matching costumes fuzzy even in her own mind. When Eloise whines quietly, a sulk dragging her mouth down, it tips her over the edge.

“Want it to be you.” She says, her bottom lip starting to quiver.

Which is how Emily finds herself dressed in a red velvet dress on the 31st of October, her hair extravagantly curled and her hand held in Eloise’s. Her other arm is around your waist, her fingers absently rubbing the soft warmth of your costume.

“Thought you said you weren’t dressing up.” JJ’s brows lift, an amused glint shining in her eyes. You’re all standing on her porch, waiting for Henry to come out of the bathroom to take the kids trick or treating.

“The princess demanded it,” Emily says. Try as she might to sound annoyed, she can’t, because Eloise is beaming up at her, a wide grin on her face that displays all of her teeth. Emily smiles back, carving a dimple in her cheek that’s identical to the one in her daughter’s.

“Rapunzel can’t go as Rapunzel without Mother Gothel, right?” She winks. Eloise giggles delightedly, giving Emily a firm nod as she leans into her side.

Even with Jack next to her—dressed as Batman, with Hotch as Robin—she doesn’t let go of Emily’s hand. Her fingers are small and chilly, leeching warmth from the cocoon of her mother’s palm. The small gesture makes Emily’s heart squeeze, her body flood with warmth, and this miniscule pocket of mundanity makes Halloween well worth it.

“And what are you mean to be?” Hotch frowns, the edges of it soft and playful as he directs the question to you.

Emily turns, smothering a laugh at your defeated expression. The pale green of your onesie stands out against the setting sky, the fading rays of the sun illuminating the frog eyes on your fuzzy hood.

You sigh, low and resigned and somehow still overflowing with love.

“I’m the chameleon.”

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[kuni-is-daddy]

Thinking about Scara making us rub his cock with our pussy until we both cum

DOM! BOSS SCARAMOUCHE X FEMALE BODYGUARD READER.

100 followers special AHH OMFG TY.

PURE FILTH.

Juicy stuff: Grinding,Recording, at a desk :<, Yandere themes

Featuring: CHILDE, he's your bestie in the start :) had so much fun writing Childe in this KKLMK I LOVE HIM❤️❤️😩

1.2K WORDS.

amazing art credits! Scara masterlist Part 1 of Boss scara.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Stillness, Silence. The complete opposite of thunder. And that was his mother, The raiden shogun. God of thunder. Rumors spread around the elaborate 'Gakaden' company that once again her excellency has cancelled another meeting with her son. Its been 200 years since he's last seen her, heard her voice. Scaramouche was only able to rejoice in the sweet sent she left from each letter that was sent in her fluid handwriting.

"Y/n Y/n!" Childe said while tapping your shoulder. "Ah! Childe!! you scared me. Dont sneak up on me like that!" you nudged his shoulder in return. "Hah hah. sorry comrade~ anyway. Did you hear about scara?" you closed the book, bookmarking where you left off. "Yeah our Excellency is quite the busy woman. At least now i can catch up on my book" you smiled. "Why'd you ask? Is everything okay?" You gave a concerned look and the ginger then laughed at you. "Well the thing is.....IM GOING BACK HOME!!!" he took out a picture of teucer and the rest of his siblings. They we're wearing christmas sweaters while holding a 'welcome home' sign. "oh shit really!? your going back to snezhnaya? Thats great childe! how long are you going to be gone?" "hmm probably a month or two. Scara said we needed a break." Childe said "We? what do you mean by we?" You looked at him suprised. "Soo...You dont know gurly?" You gave a straight face. "No- I dont know GUrLy" "Scara is giving us a month off from work. He said something about wanting time to himself and-- I dont know the rest. To be honest, all i know is that we come back next month on the 30th." You scanned the room to see your fellow co-workers organizing their desks and holding boxes in their hands. "Seriously!? Thats great! That means i can go back home and-" Suddenly. The intercom rang with a short beep.

"If Y/N L/N Is still present in the building, Please report to Lord Scaramouche's Office Immediately!"

You tilted your head at the request. "Oooo did you get in trouble y/n??" "No? Or at least.. I hope not." You got up and placed your book back on your desk. Sighing at the sudden realization you we're gonna be by yourself without your 'best friend' for another month. "hey hey.. Cheer up okay? Its only a month and besides. WE CAN ALWAYS TEXT!!" childe waved his phone in your face, your sad expression then turning into a happy one. "HEY THERE GURLY-" "YOU LOOK WELL" "CARE TO EXCHANGE.." "NOTES?" The both of you giggled and then hugged eachother one final time. "Im gonna miss you so much ajax~" "of course, The one time you say my name its when im leaving-."

The intercom rang again. "Y/N... L/N.... REPORT TO LORD SCARAMOUCHE'S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY." now with a more nervous tone then ever. "God. Wonder whats going on over there they need me so bad." "Well..Ill be seeing you Comrade. Take care for me okay?" He gave you a kiss on the forehead, ending it off with you two doing your signature handshake as he walked out of the company.

While climbing the many floors you eventually made it to the 13th floor. Your master's office. You slowed down your stroll in the long cold dark hallway at the sound of pleads and yells. "P-PLEASE LORD SCARAMOUCHE.. I DONT KNOW WHERE SHE IS. I ASKED THROUGH THE WHOLE BUILDING TWICE, HAVE MERCY-" It sounded like the woman on the intercom. "Twice? I said bring her to my fucking office. Not call her, Not ASK around for her. Bring her. But you cant even do your goddam job." you put your hand against the doorknob, conflicting weather you should intervene or not. "Your nothing. Do you know that? Nobody special. I dont care about your family, Your kids, Or your life. Under me, Your just someone i hired for my mothers sake. Just a worker. Replaceable like the rest of the humans in here." You turned the doorknob, hoping to intervene in what sounded like the potential murder of your co-worker. She was being held by her throat, hovering over the balcony while scara held his signature katana in his other hand. "KUNI- STOP!" he turned his head immediately at the use of that name. The woman fell, gasping for air while recklessly running for her life out of the building.

"Hm. So you are here, Close the door." he dropped his blade in its stand and walked towards you. You closed the door, making sure it was locked and immediately turned your head. "Kuni? What the hell was that? Why did you try to KILL that woman??" He rubbed his hand along your shoulder. "Does it realllyyy matter baby? I can just hire a new one you know." he scoffed. "Kuni. Humans arent replaceable. You cant just KILL someone like that." "Mhm..Your right. Cant replace you and that sexy body of yours~" He grew closer to you, Placing your hand against his tie. "W-well..You wont have to worry about me. Or Ajax leaving..Anyway..Why did you call me in here- Master." He pulled away at your change in tone. If theirs one thing that drove kuni crazy about you, is how persistent you we're with work. Still managing to stay perfessional. He sat back behind his desk, Clicking his pen with a laid back expression. "Not in a good mood today pet, Was hoping you could change that f' me~" The balcony door was still open a bit behind him, the warm summer air breezed through the room. Making you tug at your own suit with how hot it started to feel, How intimidating he looked from across the room as you stood at the door. "O-okay..Where do you want me to go master? Do you want to go out to eat? I just have to get my case and-" he sighed and began unzipping his pants.

"Come here and ill show you~" You we're nervous at how intimate he sounded but reluctantly walked towards him. He looked you up and down, noticing how similar your outfit was to his. How your hips curved around the belt. "Want you to sit..Right here..." He rubbed his hands against his thighs, Motioning for you to sit. "B-but we shouldnt do it here- theirs people still working kuni-" He sucked his teeth at your remark. "You think i fucking care Pet? dont want to make master more mad do you?" "N..no..I dont." You closed the blinds to the balcony, remembering how you almost witnessed another womans murder infront of your eyes.. over you. You faced scara and blushed. Turning your head away while stripping each piece of clothing off of you until you wore nothing but lacey black lingerie. "God..You look so hot in those.." he groaned as you hovered over his cock. positioning your pussy right against it, "Grind on daddys cock. Fuck yes~" He threw his head back as your hands held onto the chair for stability.

"A-am i doing good for you master...?" he pressed his hands against your ass, slapping them as they made contact "AH~" "Hell yeah.. Your doing so good' want you wet for me." He shifted his hands towards your underwear, slowly making them shift down so he could see your clit. "K-kuni! what are you doing.." "Ugh~ turn your head back up- Wanna feel your clit rubbing against me" He pulled your underwear down, Repositioning you so your clit rubbed against his big length, Teasing you as your hole ached for him to be inside of you. "Master~ Your so big..hah..." "Yeah you like that pet? Like how good it feels against you?" Wet stains started to emerge on his pants as you grinded faster against him, Chasing the burning feeling he gave you. "K-kuni~ Feels so' good~ Please..fuck me.." you shifted your grip away from the chair, now tightly holding onto him instead. "Mmm dont think thats good enough love, Beg for it." Begging. Kuni always made you beg and scream for him, He loved hearing how desperate you we're for him to fill you up. To claim you as his. Watching as you cried in frustration when he'd pull out just when your about to cum. "K-KUNI~ PLEASE M' SO CLOSE" "Shit~ keep moaning like that, cum for daddy, cum for me. and ill fuck you. Fuck~ hah...bounce those tits for me. You look so fucking good~" he slowly pulled his phone out, Recording how your tongue stuck out for him and your tits bounced. How you looked like a dog in heat. "Fuck..Thats it y/n Dont stop, dont fucking stop." "AH~ K-KUNI M' GONNA CUM~ KUNI!!!!!!!!"

Your juices squirted all over kuni's pants as he came at the same time as you. You looked up to notice him recording you and covered your face in embarassment. "Mmm... is my little slut embarassed? god look at the fucking mess you made." He let his phone fall down on the floor. Roughly grabbing you and placing you against the desk. "K-Kuni! Dont be so- MMM~" he tied his tie around your mouth. Throwing his clothes onto the floor and picking up his phone once again. "Shit...Cant get enough of you y/n~ love how this pussy is all mine~ are you mine pet?" you nodded your head with no hesitation.

"Fuck yes. Im gonna break you."

[simpingladyforyourmom]

breakfast

cow: you and your man, fluff

Your cooking breakfast and hear your man up with his big ass feet stomping around upstairs. And you wonder what the hell he’s doing. But you know he ain't doing nothing, cause that's what he always doing on a Saturday morning.

You look at the stove top and see a nice big mess of scrambled eggs and bacon and grits. It was good you made enough for the both of you cause there wasn't no way in the hell you could eat all of this by yourself.

You decide to turn off the stove and go upside to where your man is at. He's still making all that racket. You climb the stairs and stand at the entrance of your bedroom. He's got a bunch of clothes thrown all over the bed, he's sitting down in a chair with one leg hanging off of it. He's wearing some boxer briefs and he's talking on his phone.

He looks at you, you point at the mess he's made.

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't even notice. I'm looking for my favorite sweater and I couldn't find it.

You roll your eyes at him.

“So you decided to make a big ass mess?”

He hangs his head.

"I didn't mean to. I just wanted to put on something warm before we head out."

You walk over to the closet, and take out his favorite sweater and throw it at him.

"There. Now hurry up I made some breakfast so hurry and get your ass downstairs so you help me eat some of this.”

He gets up from the chair, grabs you by the waist, and gives you a nice big kiss.

"Thank you, baby."

He says, smiling and looking down at you.

"Now hurry up and get your ass dressed and get down stairs."

You say.

He laughs, kisses you again and turns you towards the door.

"Go on, I'll be down in a minute."

"Mm hmm. Hurry your ass up!"

You say, walking down the steps and headed back into the kitchen.

"Baby, have I ever told you that you make the best scrambled eggs in the world?"

"I've heard it, but I like hearing it again."

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 11 — Cozy Night

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 600

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — no warnings.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Advent Calendar 2023

You and Bucky had spent the week in a magical cabin nestled within a winter wonderland forest. The getaway was a relaxation for you both, offering a sanctuary from the busyness of everyday life. Your days were spent visiting the charming town, exploring cute vintage shops, and savoring cocoa at the cozy cafe.

Your evenings unfolded in the warm embrace of the cabin, where you and Bucky cuddled by the crackling fireplace with an assortment of books. Wrapped in a thick blanket, you shared beautiful moments, taking turns reading passages and stealing soft kisses between lines.

On the last day, plans of departure were interrupted by an unforeseen snowstorm, the roads dangerous. Stranded for a few more days, you and Bucky embraced the unexpected twist of fate, turning it into another cozy night with each other.

The storm-induced power outage left the cabin in darkness, with only the flicker of flames in the fireplace and the gentle glow of the candles illuminating the space.

Nestled on a plush sofa, your legs covered by a thick blanket, you and Bucky snuggled together. The warmth from the fire and each other kept the chill away.

You were at the end of your book, and Bucky took charge of reading the final chapters. His voice was a soothing melody, a comforting cocoon enveloping you both. He kept the story flowing, his voice becoming a rhythmic lullaby that was almost hypnotic. Tracing the plates of his vibranium palm, your fingertips danced along to his storytelling.

At the conclusion of the book, Bucky’s soft voice lingered in the air, leaving a warm, happy feeling behind. Closing the book, he kisses your temple, and you hummed in contentment.

“Hmm, that was a wonderful story, babe. Your storytelling skills are on point. I could listen to your soothing voice forever.”

“Well, I’ve had a few centuries of practice,” he mumbled, brushing his lips against your skin.

Cuddling closer, limbs entwined, you let the warm flames and the echo of the tale envelop you both.

“What should we do now?” you pondered, breaking the comfortable silence.

“You’re not tired?”

You shook your head. “Are you?”

“Not the slightest. How about we do a puzzle?” Bucky suggested, eyeing the 500-piece set on the coffee table. The box was adorned with a snowy, picturesque landscape with a cabin, much like the one you found yourselves in.

“Let’s do it.”

Seated comfortably on the sofa, still close, you unpacked the contents of the puzzle box onto the coffee table, sorting through the countless tiny pieces.

You began with the edges, searching for the border pieces that would lay the foundation for your masterpiece. Your conversation flowed between debates over puzzle piece placement and sweet nothings whispered to each other. Occasionally, Bucky would kiss your cheek or nuzzle against your skin.

As the puzzle took shape, you became immersed in the details of the image coming to life. The crackling logs and the wind’s howl serve as background music, along with the satisfying click of connecting the pieces together.

When the final pieces fell into place, a sense of accomplishment washed over you both. The once chaotic pile of puzzle pieces had transformed into a breathtaking panorama.

“We did it. It’s beautiful, Bucky,” you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into the soft material of his sweater.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” he agreed, voice low and soothing as he draped an arm over you, pulling you closer. “Almost as beautiful as this moment with you.”

Meeting his gaze, filled with adoration, you felt a rush of affection. “I’m so glad we got stranded here for a few more days.”

“Me too, doll,” he whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips. “It turned our simple getaway into a magical adventure.”

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[confietti]

EMO!CHOSO Headcanons (Christmas edition)

EMO!CHOSO who you argue with over which christmas tree to get. He suggested the black one to decorate it really edgy and you wanted a normal one because your parents were coming over.

EMO!CHOSO who somehow convinced you to let him cook the ham and he ended up burning it to a crisp. he claims you ‘distracted’ him and that’s why he had to fuck you on the couch 🙄.

EMO!CHOSO who you told countless times that he didn’t need to get you anything this year and that you were fine, gave a slight smile when he saw your reaction to you opening your brand new demonias.

EMO!CHOSO who walks around with a mistletoe just for the sole purpose of cornering you and hanging it over your heads to say, “Oh! I wonder where this came from.” before pulling you into a heated makeout session

EMO!CHOSO who came outside with you because you wanted to record a cute video of the snow. it was going great until you felt the familiar feeling of a snowball hitting the back of your head. let's just say you guys never went back inside that day.

EMO!CHOSO who you argued with back and forth about which movie you guys should watch this Christmas. you wanted to watch The Grinch and he wanted to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas. Because He insisted that ‘it worked for both Christmas and Halloween’.

EMO!CHOSO who you can’t say the word ‘nutcracker’ around or he’ll burst into a fit of giggles.

EMO!CHOSO who got chewed out by his boss for wearing a mirror on his ‘ugly christmas sweater’ to his work party.

EMO!CHOSO who threatened to rip his ears off if he heard anymore christmas music.

EMO!CHOSO who you were baking christmas cookies with. you were lecturing him on what to do until he threw a piece of batter on your face.

“Choso.” “Hmm?” you turned to look at him slowly. “Why did you do that?” you crossed your arms over your chest and you looked up at him, expression unreadable. “ ‘..cause you were being a little bitch.” “Oh, was I?” “Yeah you were.” you replied with a small ‘Oh okay.’ before wiping the batter off your face, you two continued what you were doing. He was suspicious of your calmness but didn't say anything as he turned his back on you. He dropped the situation before he felt you dumping flour on him. This resulted in the two of you throwing the cookie ingredients at each other until you both were out of breath. You were trying to catch your breath until he picked you up and threw you on the couch to tickle and cuddle you after. Christmas was always the best with him.

a/n: happy holidays to you all who don’t celebrate Christmas <33 i wrote this especially for those who maybe don’t have anyone to celebrate with.

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[dwindlinghaze]

Hiii ur writing is sooo good

I was wondering if u could do a Remus x reader who is James sister and she falls for the first time she sees him and just like a fluff kinda thing idk but I was thinking and it sounds cute 🤷🏽

no worries if u don’t wanna write this but if u do thanks you write him so well 💗

hi!! tysm for requesting! i hope you like this! sending lots of love 🤍🌸🫧🪽

the light is coming

(remus lupin x potter!reader)

contents : fluff, pining

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"james! where are we going?" you squeezed his arms, leaving white prints on his skin.

"ow- we're going to meet my friends," james answered, pushing through the crowds in diagon alley.

"i've meet them before," you replied with a huff. you wanted to see them actually, since your pretty crush is a part of his friend group, but you weren't going to show it. playing it cool.

"but you've never met them," he emphasised.

it's true. just sharing smiles and waves when you passes them in the hallway. you were younger than them so your schedules were different.

"so... here's my sister!" james happily introduced you to his friends once you entered a coffee shop where his friends were.

"this is sirius," he pointed to the infamous hogwart's handsome boy with eyes so grey and cool. he wore a black leather jacket with shiny chains decorated within them.

you sent sirius an awkward smile. the thing is, you were scared of meeting them in person, face-to-face. not because they intimidated you, but because you were never really comfortable with the presence of men around you. you knew deep down that james' friends are friendly and fun but that fear doesn't go isolated.

"this is remus," james tilted his head to the boy standing closest to him. he wears a green coloured sweater, even though it's the summer. you noticed this of course, he never took his jumpers off. his hair was the perfect shade of golden blonde, eyes as green as a comet in the sky. he wore a macrame bracelet that his mom probably made for him.

he has a different aura. you actually might be comfortable with him overtime. his gaze so friendly and warm, despite his scruffy exterior. you thought you might actually blush when he sent you the prettiest smile known to men.

"and here's peter," james patted peter's shoulder. he was shorter than all of them. he seemed kind and polite. wearing an outdated cardigan with the edges a bit worn out.

"lovely to see you guys," you chuckled, sending a happy smile. and in return, you got warm greetings back.

"let's go to the quidditch store!" james announced, dragging you and sirius by the arms.

your brother and sirius were in a deep conversation about quidditch that you ncould never understand so you wiggle yourself out of his grasp. preferring to walk behind them along with remus and peter who were having a peaceful time admiring the wizardry architectures.

your pace slowed down, meeting with the two. a part of you also just wanted to be closer to remus. he welcomed you by smiling at you with the kindest eyes. leaving your heart hammering. maybe it was a bad idea to leave james 'cause now you're in this messy situation.

"hey," remus started softly, not wanting to scare you off. "how you're enjoying your summer?"

"hmm good, how about you?" you replied, finding it hard to create a complete sentence.

"it was fine, missing school though. wait- i meant friends- james sirius peter not like i'm a school-lover or anything," remus let out a nervous laugh, tips of his ears turning a shade of red.

"yeah i totally understand that. i miss my friends too," you smiled at him warmly. "did you do anything exciting?" you asked.

"no, not really. you?" he looked so focused at you to the point that you think you might disappear.

"uh i just.. went to the beach s'all, nothing really exciting. i guess when we grow older, the things we find exciting isn't much fun anymore," you shrugged, still keeping your eyes away from him.

a few seconds later, he pulled your shoulder to himself, making you gasp reluctantly. he did that so you wouldn't hit the person who was carrying a trolley. how convenient.

that simple gesture made your heart beaten twice as fast. your long time crush was holding you?

"oh i'm so so sorry," remus pulled his hand away, sending apologetic eyes. "i- i didn't want you to hit him so i pulled you, i'm so sorry!"

"that's okay remus, i appreciate what you did," you smiled softly. "can i call you that?" you asked.

"you can call me anything," he smiled.

you two bonded together overtime. he is becoming your best friend in the whole entire world.

he asks about your day. he opens doors for you. he asks what is your favourite breakfast menu were so he can save it for you. he pulls out chairs for you to sit.

"i've been seeing funky things about you and moony," james said one day.

"what funky things?"

"as if you two were in love...?" james quirked his eyebrows up.

"we're not," you huffed, feeling your ears turning warm.

james looked at you suspiciously, "y'know you can tell anything to me. i won't let remus knows that you're in love with him, promise."

"i'm not!," you defended. though you think you were.

"you are! i can see it. y'know i'm really glad it's remus who you've fallen for because he's a good guy. the only one i'd let you be in a relationship with."

"james stop that. i'm not in love with him, he wouldn't love me anyway."

"oh you're so wrong about that!" james said before he left you to his quidditch practice.

remus did everything right. starting from little things to big gestures like this one.

you were sitting on the grass besides the black lake with a carpet under you. seeing the waters shining and glimmering.

it has been a routine for the both of you to sit here every friday, talking about literally anything and everything.

surrounding you were pretty wild flowers, matching your florally dress that you wore today.

it would be a lie to say that remus wasn't in awe of your appearance. your hair were shining under the warm light of the sunset. everything was perfect today.

"is this okay?" he asked, wrapping both of his arms around you from the back as you stared into the big wide lake. he just wanted to be close to you. to feel you. hug you.

your stomach was flipping, feeling his gentle touch. "yeah, you're so warm," you cuddled into him as he nuzzled his face to your neck.

he swore he's going to ask you to be his girlfriend soon. it's inevitable. he feels it.

[alltoowelltom]

a missed chance

tom holland x single mom!reader

from this request here

note: this is a repost! i've been having so many issues with tumblr and posts not showing up so i decided it was best to just re-upload <3

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Almost three years ago Tom came to the conclusion that he'd missed his chance. The photo of two pink lines on a stick you'd sent to the group chat with no caption was an image that Tom saw whenever he closed his eyes. It haunted him in the middle of the night and clouded his mind when he sat in traffic. It summed up the situation, as he saw it - he'd waited too long and the opportunity for your will-they-won't-they friendship to ever grow into something more had slipped out of his grasp.

He settled into his role as Uncle Tom wonderfully. As the eldest of four he'd always been great with kids and he loved your young son as if he were Tom's own, but the tension in your friendship never quite fizzled out.

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Your phone rang as you sat on a park bench, watching Alfie play in the sandbox just a few meters away.

"Hello?"

"Love, you've got to start checking the caller ID before you answer." Tom chastised lightly on the other end of the line.

"Tom!" you squeal, drumming your feet on the concrete ground. "Does this mean you've landed?!"

"I'm touching solid ground," he confirms. "Back in the land of hope and glory."

"Good," you grin. "I've missed you."

"Yeah?" you don't miss the hope in Tom's voice and if you could see him, you'd notice the crinkles by his eyes that only appeared when he received really good news.

"Does that mean I can come over this evening?" he wonders aloud.

"I wouldn't complain," you shrug. "It's your first night back though, you don't want to see your family or anything?"

"How many times do we have to have this conversation?" Tom shakes his head. "You and Alfie are family."

As if being summoned, Alfie begins to whine from the sandbox, seemingly done with the plastic shovel in his hand as he holds his arms in the air, wanting to be picking up by you.

"Alright, I've got to go but I'll see you tonight," you say. "Talk soon."

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"How's my little man?" Tom asks, scooping Alfie up as he runs towards where Tom stands by the front door. He swings Alfie through the air, spinning around before bringing the giggling toddler to rest on his hip.

"He's grown!" Tom remarks. "You're almost too big for me to do that." He tells Alfie, poking him playfully in the tummy.

Tom feels stupid for not realizing how much bigger Alfie's gotten in the last four months since Tom's been away filming. Your FaceTime calls usually took place while Tom was in hair and makeup, right before you went to bed back in London and by that time Alfie was more often than not fast asleep already, so Tom hadn't seen much of the little guy. He wanted to kick himself for once again kidding himself into believing that you and Alfie existed in some sort of time-warp, lives permanently still until Tom came home to London. Of course you guys had your own little life together. You didn't need him, right?

"Yeah, he's getting older by the day," you laugh, wiping your flour-covered hands on your jeans as you step into the hallway. Tom wraps you into a side hug with his free arm, making sure not to squash Alfie between you two, who's fiddling with a loose thread on Tom's sweater.

"Alfie's just had dinner, do you want any?" you call over your shoulder as Tom follows you into the kitchen.

"Hmm, what's on the menu, chef?" He chuckles, placing Alfie down on the carpet and ruffling the boy's hair.

"It's the extremely gourmet and elegant meal of boxed Mac and cheese." You answer.

"Ooh, yes please!" Tom calls as he wanders into the living room.

He's always felt so comforted in your flat. It’s always felt a mile away from the stresses and worries of Tom's life as an actor, and more importantly it's always felt like you. Despite the baby bouncer hanging in the doorway, the discarded toy stuffed behind the TV and a few picture books strewn across the sofa it retains the features that made it yours like the vinyls on display above the record player Tom bought for your birthday one year and the mini chalkboard with a half rubbed out score from a game of beer pong from before everything changed. There was now a hastily scribbled reminder to 'buy teething rings' over the top.

"Sorry about the mess," you say, gently kicking a few brightly colored building blocks out the way. Tom helps by stacking the picture books from the couch into a little pile on the coffee table. "I was going to have a tidy up when Alfie and I came home from the park, but you know how it is."

He doesn't know how it is, not really. As close as you are, he's always slightly on the outside when it comes to you and Alfie, reduced to an uncle just the same as Uncle Haz or Uncle Tuwaine. But he wants to be more than that. He wants to be your partner in this, someone to lend a hand when the house gets messy or a shoulder to cry on when things get tough. For being a web-slinging superhero during the day, he wishes he was brave enough to tell you how he felt.

"Don't even worry about it." He says instead, smiling in thanks when you pass him a serving of mac and cheese in a colorful plastic bowl and a plastic spoon.

"I ran out of real cutlery." You laugh as he looks at it quizzically, one eyebrow raised. "You know, no one tells you how much living with a toddler changes you," you say. "I haven't used adult cutlery in about a week, and just the other day I found myself eating a sucky yogurt for dinner while watching Cocomelon. Alfie wasn't even in the room."

Tom laughs as he spoons the golden pasta into his mouth.

"It sounds to me like you're desperately in need of some adult interactions." He hears how it sounds as soon as he says it and hopes you don't think he's being creepy.

"Oh God, don't even get me started, " you say. "I haven't gotten any sort of adult interactions in like, a year. No wait…two years and nine months."

"Two years and nine months?!" Tom gasps, glancing at Alfie out of the corner of his eye who sits on the carpet playing with a toy train track Tom had given him last Christmas.

"Welcome to motherhood." You grimace.

Tom puts his empty bowl on the coffee table, trying to figure out how to word his next question.

"Do you ever get…lonely?" He asks delicately. "I don't mean physically, I mean actually."

You shrug, pulling a blanket over your lap.

"I mean, yeah. It's just that between work and Alfie, I don't have time to go out and meet people, you know?"

Tom nods thoughtfully, letting you continue as he gently tugs the edge of your blanket, pulling it over his legs too.

"And if I do meet someone, it's hard because sometimes if I tell them about Alfie it's a deal breaker, or if they're okay with it I'm still not comfortable bringing people in and out of his life. If someone's in his life I want them to be in for good, right?"

"Yeah, I get what you mean," Tom sympathizes, placing a hand on your leg.

"I wouldn't change having him for the world," you say quickly. "I just sometimes wish I had someone to talk to who doesn't speak only in Bob the Builder references."

"I'm always here to talk to, lovie." Tom reassures you. "Can we fix this? Yes we can!" He giggles and you laugh too, pushing his shoulder with yours.

"I'm really glad you're home, Tommy." you say quietly, putting your hand over his where it still rests gently on your leg and rubbing small circles into his skin.

"It's good to be back." He agrees. His eyes meet yours and you both lean in ever so slightly. He picks his hand up off your leg and slowly brings it up, only to be interrupted by a shriek from Alfie as one of his trains crashes off the track. You both jump away, Tom's hand hovering in mid-air as the only proof of the moment that might have happened, frozen on its collision course to your cheek.

You avert eye contact, standing up and reaching for Alfie.

"I'm sorry-" Tom starts but you shake your head, eyes shining.

"No don't worry, it's okay." You say. "Uhm, do you want to help with bathtime?"

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"Hello?" Tom calls down the hallway, kicking the front door shut behind him. There's no answer but he hears chatter and laughter from in the distance. He deposits the cake on the kitchen counter, breathing a sigh of relief upon discovering he'd gotten it from the bakery to your house in one piece.

He steps out of the French doors, immediately grinning as he takes in the scene before him. In the back garden Alfie's second birthday party is in full swing. A handful of toddlers play on the mini slide set you'd set up, their parents hovering nearby and chatting. He assumes these must be some of Alfie's friends from daycare. He spots Alfie almost immediately, running (or waddling) around with the top half of his face painted to look like a Spider-Man mask, clearly having the time of his life.

"Tom!" you spot him standing on the deck, excusing yourself from a conversation with a few parents and heading over to him.

"I'm so glad you made it," you say, giving him a quick hug. He lingers for a second, basking in the feeling of being able to hold you close. He lets you go with only a slightly wistful smile.

"Did you get the cake?" you ask hopefully.

"Of course," he says, rolling his eyes but taking you by the arm and leading you into the shade of the kitchen. "It's in here."

He opens the cake box, grinning as you gasp happily.

"It's perfect! Thank you so much for picking it up." you say, giving him a quick one sided hug and he gulps.

"You look pretty." he murmurs before he can stop himself, taking in the glittery dress you'd chosen for the occasion.

"What was that?" you blink, turning your head away from where you were putting two blue candles in the frosting and making eye contact with Tom.

"Uh, I said I love this city." Tom tries to save it, suddenly losing confidence as usual. "Glad to be back, y'know?"

"Okay?" you nod. "'s good to hear."

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Tom hangs back as Alfie blows out his candles with a little help from you, allowing himself to hide in the small crowd of toddlers and parents. He'd been so confident driving up to your house with Alfie's cake safely in the passenger seat, even going as far as blasting Enchanted by Taylor Swift with the windows down to prove to himself that today was the day. He had to admit how he felt for so many years or it would truly eat him alive. But now here he was, leaning against the wall at a two-year-old's birthday party and feeling like the biggest wimp in the known universe. He silently excused himself to the bathroom, locking the door and knocking his head on the mirror. Come on, Tom!

"Hey," Tom said, tapping you on the shoulder.

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"Oh shit," you say, whipping around and dropping the pile of paper plates you'd been collecting up. "You scared me, Tom! I thought everyone had left already."

"Sorry," Tom laughed gently. "No I was just in the bathroom. Want some help cleaning up?"

"You were in the bathroom for an hour?" you ask worriedly. "Jesus, is everything okay?"

"Oh, everything's brilliant." He smiles at you. "I was just thinking."

"I didn't know you knew how to do that." you grin at him. He breathes out, glad some of your familiar banter had returned.

"I have to tell you something." he says before he can think too much about it.

You nod, smiling gently for him to continue as you clean up.

"Can you…can you stop doing that for a minute?" he asks shyly, taking the stack of paper plates from you and putting them down. "This'll only take a minute and then I'll be gone, promise."

He hesitates before taking both your hands in his. You lean into his touch, trying to ignore the electricity that radiates from where your hands meet.

"Do you remember that night at the pub a few years ago?" he asks slowly. "It was the night they were doing the trivia night on pop culture and you won our team all those points for knowing the One Direction questions."

"Yeah," you laugh. "Once again the 1D obsession saved all of our asses."

"And then later that night," Tom continues, his voice wavering. "You uh- you found out about Alfie and you sent that picture of the test to the group chat."

You nod, remembering that night all too well.

"I was outside your house that night." he blurts out. Well, I've done it now, he thinks.

"What the fuck, Tom." you laugh. "You got all serious just to tell me you were stalking me almost three years ago?"

Tom groans.

"Will you let me finish, love?" he asks. "You left before any of us. And the boys all hyped me up, and then I left too. I came to your house because I had to tell you how I felt. And then before I could even knock, you sent that photo to the groupchat. And then how could I possibly add more to the situation and tell you that I've been in love with you since we met?"

Your eyes widen after his confession and you slowly take your hand out of his. Tom swears he's never heard a silence quite this loud before, and he takes it as a bad sign.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he babbles. "I just had to tell you because I couldn't keep lying to you and pretending that everything I see or think about doesn't remind me of you."

"No, Tom." you stop him, gently placing one finger over his lips to shush him. "It's just that I don't really know how to respond to that. I mean, you want me? You actually want me?"

"Darling, you could punch me in the eye and I'd still want you." Tom tries to ease the situation and you giggle. You wrap your arms around him gently, breathing in his scent.

"Is this okay?" you ask hesitantly.

"It's more than okay." Tom confirms, copying your actions. He nuzzles his head into your hair, inhaling the sweet smell of your conditioner that he's only ever been able to admire from afar before now.

You nudge him ever so slightly away from you and tip your head up a tiny amount so you're looking at him. He's been so brave, being the first one to make a move so you feel it's only fair that it's your turn to break the ice. Chest flush against his you close the gap between your mouths, meeting his lips in a soft kiss.

Tom all but melts into the kiss, holding you firmly. There's no way he was letting the chance slip away again, now that he was right where he wanted to be.

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tysm for reading! reblogs are always appreciated and really help a writer out <3

[prettyboyedgetoy]

okay so about your “male office siren” post: my personal list would probably consist of

- glasses (canon for the siren look plus glasses are.. so attractive i'm sorry)

- not exactly a seductress vibe but guys wearing slightly oversized cozy sweaters makes me want to just. keep them 🫵

- good pants

- i know that lots of ppl are into jewellery, too! it's not super important for me but it's an honourable mention nonetheless

- i think just the good old well-fitted clothing from good materials actually does the job

or you could also just wear some killer eyeliner and a deeply unbuttoned shirt 👀 can't say it will have an entirely different effect 😌

- i wear glasses already so that is good 😌

- omggg yes that is exactly where my head was at! Slightly oversized sweaters, and idk why but especially ones with a quarter zip are just such a vibe to me!

- hmm so my pants are canonically loose fitting. My cargos and trousers are straight leg while the jeans are more baggy. And they are so comfortable 😩 I wouldn't wanna get skinnier trousers tbh

- BUT I was wondering if straight-leg pleated pants can be a vibe? 👀 But they would be a little more formal

- and I do wear jewelry! I've got a tiny hoop in one earlobe and a couple rings on one hand. If I remember to, I wear like a short chain, but I want more jewelry!

The eyeliner and shirt sounds really good but I wouldn't wanna wear that to work 😭 BUT I am intrigued

[braveclementine]

Meeting the Family. Oh and of course- We make some Lovely Enemies

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

"WAKE UP!" Someone's voice bellowed in my ear.

I shrieked, not knowing someone was in the house, grabbing the pillow next to me and swinging it with all my might into the face of someone large.

I heard chuckling and opened my eyes for the first time, seeing that I hit Emmett in the face. That made me sit up, looking around, and realizing that I was wearing one of Carlisle's shirts and was sitting in his bed.

Why did he have a bed?

"Fuck off Emmett!" I growled, tossing my body back down on the bed, pulling the pillow over my head, trying to go back to sleep.

"No. You have to wake up. Alice says that Edward will be bringing Bella over and we're going to introduce you as our mama bear." Emmett teased.

"Good you're awake." Alice tittered, probably dancing into the room.

"No I'm not." I grumbled.

"Yes, you are." Alice said, grabbing the pillow off my head. "And you're lucky Carlisle didn't hear you curse. He doesn't like curse words."

I scowled at her. "I don't curse unless I'm woken up when I don't want to be awake."

"Hmm, well you needed to get up anyways, it's nine o'clock." Alice said, lifting me out of the bed, making me yelp, and setting me back down on the floor. I turned to dive back into bed, but she wrapped an arm around my waist, dragging me towards her room.

We passed Carlisle on the way out and I glared at him and muttered, "Last time I'm sleeping over."

I could hear Emmett and Jasper laughing downstairs at my comment and Carlisle grinned.

"Let me wear my own clothes damnit." I grumbled as Alice started putting out some short thin purple dress on her bed. She tsked. "I'm serious."

"Fine." Alice huffed and I pulled on black jeans and a cute red top with knot at the bottom right that read: Math the only place where people buy 69 Watermelons and no one wonders why.

Then I pulled on my black boots, pulled my hair back in a ponytail, and relented to let Alice do my makeup for me because- to be honest- she was both quicker and better at it than I was.

"Alright there." Alice said, pulling back from my face, though she pursed her lips at my top.

"Great. Thanks." I muttered.

I pretty much ran from Alice's bedroom to Carlisle's, seeing him dressed in a navy blue sweater and I jumped. He caught my easily and I pressed my lips to his.

"Hi." He murmured as we pulled back. "You're in much better spirits."

"Well I'm hungry." I said as he put me down. "And I heard that we're making Bella food. So I'm excited."

Carlisle chuckled, "True, you haven't had breakfast yet."

"Come on." I said. "I should cook anyways. I can hear Esme downstairs watching a cooking show to know how to make food."

Carlisle laughed outright, scooping me up again, zooming me down the stairs to the second floor where the kitchen was.

I quickly got to work, dancing around the kitchen, not paying anyone else any attention. Emmett and Rosalie were throwing a salad together and since I figured they couldn't screw it up, I paid attention to the actually cooking, turning off Esme's cooking show.

"I was watching that." Esme pouted.

"And I actually know how to cook." I said, frying the meat that they wanted cooked.

"Is she even Italian?" Rosalie scowled behind me.

I tsked. I had become the mother of the group of course, long before Emmett decided to tease me about it and I looked at her.

"Her name is Bella." Emmett said in a voice that meant 'duh'.

I snorted, and then let out a little laugh. "Emmett that doesn't mean anything. I'm not Scottish or Hebrew and my name is Davina."

"Actually it's mamma bear, but ya know." Emmett muttered.

"I'm sure she'll love it no matter what." Carlisle said from behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder, watching me cook.

Suddenly, they all froze a little and Rosalie said, "Whew, get a whiff of that."

"Rose." I muttered darkly. Bella must be here.

"Here comes the human." Rose continued.

I sighed.

Esme walked across the kitchen to greet Edward and Bella as they appeared and she said, "Bella, we're making Italiano for you."

"Bella, this is Esme, our Aunt." Edward introduced the two of them.

Esme and Bella conversed in Italian for a second while Carlisle called over his shoulder- not willing to let me go- "You've given us an excuse to use the kitchen for the first time."

"Well, if I stay over lots of night I get to use it for breakfast too." I said, grinning up at him.

"Davina?" Bella's voice was clearly surprised and I stood on my tiptoes to wave at her from my position between the stove and Carlisle.

"I hope you're hungry." Esme said.

"I am." I muttered under my breath, transferring the meat to the platter, turning off the stove, moving to the island so I can eat.

"Yeah absolutely." Bella said as I walked to stand next to Rosalie.

"She already ate." Edward said at the same time.

The was a crashing sound as Rosalie smashed the bowl in her hands. I flinched away from her and Carlisle was there in an instant, pulling me backwards, checking me for any wounds from the glass- there weren't any.

Rosalie walked- in her heels, to stand in front of Bells and Edward. "Perfect."

"Rose." I hissed under my breath while Emmett walked over to be near Rosalie.

"Yeah, it's just because I know you guys don't eat. . ." Bella said, looking completely awkward.

"Of course. It's very considerate of you." Esme said as Carlisle went to stand next to his sister.

"Just ignore Rosalie. I do." Edward muttered.

"Edward!" I protested. "That isn't helping anything!"

"Yeah." Rosalie said sharply and as they were all ignoring me, I turned my back, going to the table and stared at the food unhappily. "Let's just keep pretending that this isn't dangerous for all of us."

"I would never tell anybody anything." Bella protested.

"She knows that." Carlisle said, placing a hand on Esme's shoulder.

"Yeah well, the problem is, you two have gone public now, so. . ." Emmett added.

"Emmett." Esme protested.

"No, she should know. The entire family will be implicated if this ends badly." Rosalie said, her voice shaking and I knew if she could cry, she'd probably be crying angry tears.

But the thing was, they were all targeting Bella in this. What about Carlisle and I? If things went badly between the two of us. I wasn't sure if they could distinguish between mine and Bella's hearts- probably- but mine was certainly in a panic.

I quietly got up from the table, not entirely sure how I could leave without them seeing.

"Badly as in. . . I would become the meal." Bella said.

Carlisle, Emmett, and Edward all snickered.

"Hi Bella." Alice suddenly said from the window. She jumped from the tree limb she had been climbing on to the floor.

She strode forward quickly, Jasper a few paces behind until he turned to face me. I smiled weakly while Alice did whatever the heck she was doing.

"You do smell good." Alice said from somewhere to my side and I tried not to laugh.

"Alice, what are you. . . " Edward asked.

"It's okay. Bella and I are going to be great friends." Alice said cheerfully.

There was a bit of awkwardness and Jasper turned his head from me and Carlisle cleared his throat and said, "Sorry, Jasper's our newest vegetarian. It's a little difficult for him."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Jasper said quietly.

"It's okay Jasper. You won't hurt her." Alice said loudly.

"You're okay Jaz." I whispered quietly. He seemed to relax at my words.

"All right, I'm gonna take you on a tour of the rest of the house." Edward said, clearly wanting to leave and get out of there. So did I.

Jasper turned his head to me again, walking towards me. "Are you okay mama?"

Fuck, his accent too.

"Want to get out?" Jasper asked quietly while the others were talking about how well that conversation went.

"Yes." I whispered.

I didn't even register Japser's arms or the breeze, but we were suddenly out of the house, deep in the woods.

I breathed out. "Can they still hear us?"

Jasper shook his head. "I thought you'd want somewhere private. Doesn't mean that Carlisle won't try tracking you down."

"You're very strong, you know that?" I whispered as we sat down. I pulled him into a hug from behind.

"Am I?" Jasper whispered. "I'm the newest vegetarian." He mocked Carlisle's words.

"Yes, I think you're the strongest of my kids." I murmured. "Even if Emmett is brawny, you have to deal with emotions. And as you're- as your father puts it- the newest vegetarian, you have to deal with your own bloodlust, right?"

Jasper was laying with his head in my lap now, the way I had always wished I could lay in my mother's lap, stroking my hair and telling me she was proud of me. I knew Jasper could sense the sadness coming from me, but he didn't pry. Not yet anyways.

"Yes mama." Jasper whispered.

The way he said 'Mama' in that southern accent was to die for.

"So then, you have to deal with Edward, Rose, Em, Alice, Esme, and Carlisle's bloodlust too, right?"

Jasper was silent for a moment. "I never realized. . ."

"Well I'm not entirely sure if bloodlust was an emotion so I was never entirely sure if you could feel it. But I mean, humans feel hunger and I think bloodlust is the same sort of thing as hunger so I kind've assumed that maybe you could feel it."

"Yes, you're right." Jasper whispered. After a moment of silence, staring up at the extremely tall trees around us he asked, "Why are you so sad?"

"Rose." I whispered. "And how she said things would ruin the family if things ended badly between Edward and Bella. But it's the same with Carlisle and I, isn't it? Even if my scent calms the rest of you, I'm still a blood singer to Carlisle. So. . . wouldn't it be better? Wouldn't it be better if I stopped now before one of us gets hurt? But I can't. I can't stop loving him. I don't want to stop loving him and it's going to end badly, isn't it."

Jasper sat up, pulling me into a hug. "The only way it'll end badly is if you don't become a vampire. You don't have to become one today or tomorrow or in the next few years. But eventually, you should. You'll have to. Vampires aren't meant to live without their soulmates. Especially not soulmates with the bond you and Carlisle have."

"Are there different bonds then?" I asked curiously.

"Sure. There are sibling bonds, something like what Edward, Rose, Emmett have. Alice and I are just slightly different as we weren't made or born from Carlisle. Or Sibling bonds like Carlisle and Esme. And of course, there are different love bonds too. Most vampires have tier two bonds."

"What does a. . . tier two bond feel like?" I asked. It sounded like something in a video game. You've unlocked tier two love! Congratulations!

"It means that they can go without their soulmate for extended periods of time and not feel loss or anything like that, though they might feel lonely. And if their soulmate died, they wouldn't feel better until they avenged their mate. It means that they could also move on after time. That's what Rose and Emmett have. What Alice and I have. Most vampires have that."

"Are you saying mine and Carlisle's is different?" I asked, frowning slightly.

"It might be different because you are human while you are Carlisle's soulmate." Jasper said. "But yours is a tier three which is the strongest of the bonds and also the most dangerous."

"Dangerous?" The word sent chills over my spine.

"If you two were apart for extended periods of time, months at least, it could or would be detrimental to the mate's health. Usually for the female in the relationship as they could fall into a deep depression. Their health would diminish, even if they tried to take care of themselves. In this case, if the mate died, the pain would be to great for the other and they would have to be killed lest they destroy all of civilization."

"Wow." I said. "So Carlisle and I can't be apart."

"Maybe if you had broken away in the beginning, hadn't let a bond form at all. If you'd never gone to the hospital, never interned, never met Carlisle." Jasper said. "But you've been out on dates and you've kissed and whatever- not really my business- so now there's a bond there."

"I see." I whispered. "Thank you for telling me."

"Carlisle would've told you eventually mama, but he was just worried about how you would take it."

"I know. I think he was trying to mention it last night when he was saying how he thought I might be worried that because we're soulmates, the love is forced or something like that. . . is that how he feels? Is he afraid that he only loves me because of the bond?"

"No. He really loves you." Jasper murmured. "I can feel it."

"Well if you can feel it then I'll trust it." I said with a smile, feeling much better than I had before.

"Do you want to go back to the house now?" Jasper asked, pulling out of the hug. He was so warm, just like Carlisle.

"Yeah." I whispered. In a few seconds, we were back at the house, though Jasper had dropped us off at the front door, holding it open for me.

Carlisle was down on the first floor in a flash, embracing me in his hold. "I wasn't entirely sure where you'd gone."

"Sorry. Jaz and I had to talk." I said with a small smile over my shoulder for my adopted son.

"MOM!" Alice was suddenly right there by my side.

"Alice." I muttered, pulling away from Carlisle.

"Do you want to come play baseball with us later tonight?"

I heard Emmett laugh upstairs and he shouted for my benefit, "She couldn't keep up."

"I'll beat you in air hockey." I muttered. "And I'll do it as a human too."

Emmett was on the first floor in a flash too, "What's air hockey?"

I stared at him incredulously. "You. Don't. Know. What. Air. Hockey. Is?"

"Nope." Emmett said. "So, let's go do it now."

I shook my head incredulously. "You have no good arcades here. Not even a main event."

"What the hell is main event?" Emmett asked, frustrated.

I was getting more and more frustrated by the second and then there was calm and I glared at Jaz over my shoulder.

"It's official." I said with a grin, "Emmett, I'm officially disowning you."

Jasper and Alice roared with laughter and Emmett put on a fake pouty look. "But Mama bear!!"

"I'm just kidding Em." I said before he pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "Can't. Breathe."

"Put her down Emmett." Carlisle growled.

Emmett put me down quickly. "So? Are you going to come play baseball?"

I twisted so that I could crack my back from his hug and then said, "Sure. Why not?"

Why not indeed.

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I joined the others on the baseball field just as Edward and Alice got here. While they were all decked out in baseball gear, I was wearing black leggings, a blue and white sweatshirt crop top, and my sneakers. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail and I was wearing a Kentucky Wildcats baseball cap with the ponytail pulled through.

Carlisle and Rose were manhandling the bat to see who would bat first- Rose winning. Esme pulled Bella away from Edward saying, "Glad you're here. We need an umpire."

Jasper was in the back, swinging the bat around, his hair down on both sides, looking much better for that style. His hat on his head.

"She thinks we cheat." Emmett smirks.

"I know you cheat." Esme said while I laughed.

"Call them as you see them Bella." Esme suggested.

"Okay." Bella whispered.

"How are you?" Carlisle asked, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek.

"Excited. I wish I could play." I said, bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet.

The lightning started, the thunder raging, and Alice called that it was time to play. And then of course, she had to show off by- when she was pitching- kicking her leg up much higher than need be.

Although, Jasper quite appreciated it.

Rosalie hit it, sounding with the thunder as she went to run the bases. I didn't particularly like thunder, so I just pretended it was the sound of the metal bat hitting the ball and not actually thunder.

Rosalie ran the bases and Edward zoomed off into the forest to get the ball. The ball came out of nowhere and Esme caught it, getting Rosalie out before she touched base.

Rosalie glared at Bella as they both stood and Carlisle clapped her on the back and muttered, "Nice Kitty."

Oooh yes. Say that again. In bed.

Brain. Please shut up.

"It was a good hit Rose." I said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Thanks mom." Rose murmured.

Now Carlisle was up to bat and my heart was beating ridiculously out of my chest. The way he looked so serious, the bat over his shoulder, shaking it just slightly so that it was loose in his hands while Alice prepared to throw the ball. Mmm Chefs kiss. He was a work of perfection.

He hit the ball and both Emmett and Edward went for it, crashing with each other, missing the ball as Carlisle slid into second. The slam of their bodies echoed with another roar of thunder and I winced just slightly.

Jasper was up to plate now, tossing the bat in his hands like it was a bottle. You know, tossing a water bottle or something to grab the same end. Jasper's ball went far, his tongue sticking out of his mouth, and I smirked. Jasper and Carlisle took off and I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet, hoping that Carlisle would make it to home.

Emmett however, climbed up the tree, grabbing Jasper's ball, which made Jasper out.

Rosalie hit again- though she was out- because of course- it wasn't like I could bat or anything.

Alice however, froze on the field as Carlisle was trying to run to third again. Edward's head whipped to her and I knew what that meant.

"Carlisle." I called out in a whisper.

"Stop." Alice called out in a whisper as well.

They were all suddenly running infield and I could see the fear on Carlisle's face as he zoomed to my side, throwing an arm around my waist, pulling me into him. "Carlisle?" I questioned.

"They were leaving. Then they heard us." Alice explained.

"Let's go." Edward said, grabbing Bella and my arms.

"It's to late." Carlisle said.

I wasn't sure who was coming. Probably other vampires. "If we leave out the back way then they won't see us, right?"

"They might smell you." Emmett pointed out.

"The wind is blowing the other way." I argued.

"Davina, stay back here with Edward and Bella." Carlisle muttered, heading to the front of the family as he was the head.

"We shouldn't have brought you here. I'm so sorry." Edward muttered to both of us while the rest of the family spread out like a guard in front of us.

"Edward, will they kill us?" I asked.

"You shouldn't smell to them." Edward said. "But Bella. . . "

The three other vampires appeared. Two males and a female. The female was beautiful, like they always were. Her hair was a brilliant orange which made her pale face more natural as red-heads were usually pale. She wore a white fur cloak over her shoulders, so I wasn't sure what other clothes besides her black pants she was wearing.

All three of them were barefoot.

The one in the front was African American, his skin glossy from trying to contrast with the paleness of a vampire. He wore deadlocks and his orange coat was open to reveal he was wearing no shirt underneath. In his hand was the baseball that Rosalie had just hit.

The last one was the scariest of the three. He had brown blond hair tied back in a ponytail. His eyes were dark red and terrifying. He wore a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and chains. Had mystical creatures not existed in this world and he was a normal college boy, he would probably be feared by the men and craved by the girls for being such a bad boy.

The African American man held up the ball and said, "I believe this belongs to you."

He had an accent, French, I think, and his voice was smooth. He tossed it and Carlisle caught it easily.

"Thank you." Carlisle said, his English accent just slightly thicker than normal.

"I am Laurent." He continued. "And this is Victoria and James."

I tried not to laugh, tucking my bottom lip under my teeth, but really, at that moment he said 'James' all I could think about was James the red engine from Thomas the train and I honestly couldn't help it.

Ah, the places my brain goes sometimes.

"I'm Carlisle. This is my family." Carlisle said.

"Hello." Laurent said, his eyes roving from one end with Jasper, down to the other end with me on the outside.

I nodded slightly with a small smile.

"I'm afraid your hunting activities have caused something of a mess for us." Carlisle continued, sounding slightly angry. Hunting activities? I hadn't picked up the newspaper in a while. I tried not to look surprised. Now that I thought about it, Bella had mentioned something about her dad- Charlie- being on a search team for someone who had been killed. Waylon?

"Our apologies." Laurent continued, though he didn't sound very sincere. "We didn't realize the territory had been claimed."

I tried hard not to grit my teeth. Territory? Like a fucking colony or some shit?

Food. Humans. Population. I shivered just slightly.

I felt James eyes suddenly, staring at me and I stared back, unfazed. I would not give up, no matter what. I was very stubborn. Neither of us backed down as the conversation around us continued.

"Yes, well, we maintain a permanent residence nearby." Carlisle continued, his eyes only on Laurent.

I realized, as I was staring down James' red eyes, that he probably realized by now that my eyes were brown, almost black. But then again, I remembered that Carlisle and Edward's eyes had gotten black before so maybe he'd think I was just hungry.

"Really?" Laurent asked, turning his head slightly to look at James, who of course, was looking at me.

James tilted his head slightly but I didn't move an inch.

"Well, we won't be a problem anymore." Laurent continued when nothing else was said. "We were just passing through."

"The humans were tracking us, but we led them east." Victoria's voice was a surprise to me, but though I was tempted to look at her, I didn't move. "You should be safe."

James was slowly grinning.

Carlisle made a noise that sounded like it could've been a laugh, but was more of a scoff, "Excellent."

"So," Laurent said with a slight chuckle, "could you use three more players?"

Everyone- except me- looked at Carlisle.

"Come on. Just one game." Laurent continued.

Carlisle looked down at us and then said, "Sure. Why not? A few of us were leaving. You can take their place. We'll bat first." He tossed the ball back to Laurent, but it was Victoria who caught it.

"I'm the one with the wicked curveball." She says quickly.

"Oh well I think we can handle that." Jasper says in amusement while I snort.

Everyone started to move. Laurent and Victoria turned their backs on the Cullens, heading out field. The Cullens started to move. James and I continued to stay where we were, eyes locked.

"Davina." Carlisle and Edward muttered at the same time.

Finally, James turned away and I smirked, victorious, turning my back on him quickly and flouncing towards Carlisle. "I won the staring the contest."

Carlisle sighed, sounding relieved but before anything else could be said, there was a furious breeze that ruffled all of our hair towards the nomads. Carlisle and Edward stiffened as James voice said behind me, "You brought a snack."

Edward shoved Bella behind him, but James launched himself towards me. Carlisle collided with him in mid-air, tossing him away.

The rest of the family quickly blocked Bella and I from view as Laurent and Victoria joined James.

"The girls are with us." Carlisle growled, his eyes going black and I knew Lord was going to emerge any second if they didn't back off. "I think it best if you leave."

"I can see the game is over." Laurent said, looking almost in a confused way between me and James. He held his hands out in a peaceful way and said, "We'll go now."

Laurent backed away slowly, "James."

James straightened up, eyes on me. Victoria leaned back with a snarl. And then the three of them were gone.

"Edward, get Bella and Davina out of here." Carlisle said, pushing Edward towards us.

"Carlisle." I growled. "I'm not leaving."

"Get them out of here." Carlisle repeated. Edward grabbed both Bella and I, dragging me to the jeep while Bella walked willingly.

"Edward let go." I snarled.

"No." Edward said. "It's even less safe for you than it is for Bella. You're James blood singer."

"Fuck. No I'm not." I said as he pretty much tossed me into the Jeep, shoving Bella in after me. "I'm Carlisle's blood singer."

"And now you're also James. Except, unlike Carlisle, James wants to drink you dry."

"Oh! How bloody fucking wonderful!" I snapped.

Edward started to drive and I stare angrily out of the Jeep. I was pissed that Carlisle hadn't just come with us.

"He couldn't." Edward said. "He's going to be joining the hunting party."

"What! No!" I protested.

"James is a tracker." Edward snapped. "He'll be tracking you. He'll probably check your houses first-"

"Charlie! My dad!" Bella protested.

"She's right Edward." I said.

"But what do I tell him?" Bella asked.

I hesitated. "I know. Umm, say Alice, Esme, you, and I are going on a trip to. . . um Texas for spring break. Just for three days. If it turns out to be more we can fake something. He knows how Alice is, planning things sporadically, hopefully he can just go along with it."

"Sounds like a plan." Bella breathed. We pulled into Charlie's driveway and the minute her and Edward got out- Edward to tell Charlie what Alice had done- and Bella to pack, I called Sam's phone.

"Sam?" I asked when the phone was picked up.

"He's in the shower right now." Emily answered.

"I don't have time to wait. I need you to leave him a message. It's important." I gasped.

"What?" Emily asked quickly.

"There are vampires in Forks. Not the Cullens. Three nomads. One of them is leaving though, I think, I'm not sure. But their names are James and Victoria. They're hunting me and Bella. I don't want Sam to join any hunting parties, I just need him to keep an eye on Bella's dad because James might use him for leverage, do you understand?"

"Just have him keep an eye on Bella's dad?"

"Yes. If Billy- Jacob's father- if he can get Charlie down there all day for say the next three days, that would be fantastic." I continued. "I have to go, Bella's coming back."

I quickly slammed the phone shut. Bella got into her own car though, driving away and I panicked before Alice slid into the driver's seat. "We're going to follow them. That was also very smart thinking your part."

"What was?" I asked.

"Both Sam and the excuse for Bella being out of town." Alice explained, driving behind Bella's truck.

Emmett hopped into the bed of the truck in front of us.

"Although," Alice continued, "I don't know how I feel about werewolves joining in."

I scoffed, "Sam's nice."

"To you." Was all Alice said.

I didn't reply. In a few moments, we were pulling up to the house.

I sprinted past Edward, Bella, and Emmett, wanting to see Carlisle.

Through the door however, Carlisle and Laurent of all people- vampires- was standing there.

"Wait." Carlisle said to Edward who was immediately protective of Bella and I. "He came to warn us about James."

"This isn't my fight and I've grown tired of his games." Laurent said, his eyes roving between me, Bella, and Edward. "But he's got unparallel senses, absolutely lethal. I've never seen anything like him in my three hundred years."

So he was around the same age as Carlisle.

"And the woman, Victoria, don't underestimate her."

And with those wonderful words of wisdom and joy, he walked out the door.

Carlisle took my hand, pulling me after him towards the garage where Jasper had just entered with Emmett saying, "I've had to fight our kind before. They're not easy to kill."

"But not impossible." Emmett added.

Carlisle let go of my hand, opening one of the cabinets saying, "We'll tear him apart and burn the pieces. I don't relish the thought of killing another creature, even a sadistic one like James." He was pulling money out of the cabinet and I wondered what the hell he needed it for.

"What if he kills one of us first?" Rosalie asked the question brooding in my mind.

My phone rang and I picked it up without thinking, "Hello?"

"Davina where are you?"

Aw fuck nuggets.

"Ah. Sam. Hi." I muttered under my breath, walking away from Bella. "Look-"

"Where are you?" Sam growled.

"Cullen house. You can't come here. You know that."

"Then come to La Push." Sam said in a voice that said he wasn't arguing this one.

"Hmm, yes, well, the thing is, I have to go with Bella and we're going to Arizona so-"

"Come to La Push." Sam argued, "You'll be safer here than anywhere else."

It truly was tempting. I could go to Arizona or I could go to La Push. "I don't want to put you in danger."

"We can handle a vampire or two." Sam muttered.

"No! There's only three of you." I protested. "At least with the Cullens they have seven!"

"Davina, I can protect you. We can protect you. Just come to La Push. Put the leech leader on the phone."

"Who?" I asked angrily.

Sam growled. "The Doctor."

The phone was plucked out of my hand. Carlisle was standing there, "She's not going to La Push."

Sam must be arguing on the other side because they had a quick, heated debate before Carlisle hung up, handing the phone back to me. "You're going with Bella."

"Are you coming?" I asked.

Carlisle shook his head. "James will expect me to be with you."

I pouted, "Carlisle please."

Carlisle pulled me into a hug while Edward and Rosalie argued about whether she was going to wear Bella's clothing for the tracker's scent.

"Davina, I love you. Please. Go with Jasper and Alice."

I swallowed. "Right. I love you too."

Carlisle kissed me on the lips and I pressed hard against them, trying to be as close to him as I could.

"Rosalie, put the damn jacket on. Bella is family and we protect our family." Carlisle growled over his shoulder, turning back to me and kissing me again.

"Come on Mama." Jasper said, grabbing my arm. I glanced one last time at Carlisle, letting Jasper lead me to the car.

I swallowed hard.

Alice and Jasper pulled out of the car at the same time as the other car did, leaving Edward in the garage.

I quickly fell asleep in the back of the car.

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blood moon – part one

read on ao3 | gemcyt / life series, 2.4k words

Consider this an AU-within-an-AU of the wonderful gemcyt AU by @chrisrin, and the fic series by @sixteenth-days!

I've had the idea of Pearl not actually being a pearl bouncing around in my brain since I first started seeing gemcyt art, but two days ago I finally started writing things down and came up with a whole mess of plot to go along with it. This takes place in a future-perspective from the ongoing Life on Earth series, where the cast of 3rd Life have all settled down on Life and are friendly with each other.

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“Yoo-hoo!” somebody called from outside. “Anybody home?”

Grian had been working on new plans for improvements to his and Scar’s base, but the sound piqued his interest. The voice was vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Before he had time to react, though, Scar was already at the door. 

Scar only needed to take a single step to get anywhere in their base with those ridiculous legs of his. Grian used to complain that this was unfair, until Scar pointed out that Grian didn’t have to take any steps to get where he wanted to go, which Grian couldn’t argue with. Still, Scar always managed to be quicker on the draw than him.

“Well hello there, stranger,” Scar said cheerfully. Grian raised his eyebrow. Had another gem mission been sent to Earth? If so, why hadn’t Scott warned them?

“Hello yourself,” the new gem said. “I just landed here, and it’s beautiful! Is this your planet?”

“It sure is!” Scar took a bow, giving Grian a brief glimpse of the gem standing in the doorway. They stood about as tall as Scar with his hat on, and they were a pale blue, but he didn't have time to determine anything else before Scar stood up straight again, blocking his line of sight. “I found it myself! My name’s Scar, what’s yours?”

“My name?” The new gem sounded confused. “I’m just Pearl.”

“Oh, of course! Silly me. If you’ve just arrived, you haven’t got a name yet!” Scar clapped his hands together. “I should introduce you to Cleo and Bdubs, they know stuff about names. And you could set up a base and everything, and hey, maybe you could live near us! We’ve got plenty of space out here.”

“Us?” Pearl asked. “Who’s us? You and…Cleo and Bdubs?”

“No, silly, me and…” Scar turned around, which made Grian panic and duck behind the wall so Scar wouldn’t see him. He still hadn’t figured out why the pearl’s voice was so familiar. He didn’t know any pearls personally. Some aquamarines had them, but Grian had never been well-behaved enough to earn one of his own. “Grian!” Scar called, his voice gradually growing closer. After a few seconds, Scar’s head poked around the corner and spotted him. “There you are!”

“No, Scar, stop—” Grian protested, but it was no use. Scar yanked him up by the back of his sweater and dragged him over to the door. “Ugh.”

“This is Grian!” Scar announced, letting him go. Grian rolled his eyes and flew up to perch on top of Scar’s hat, getting a bird’s-eye view of their new visitor. “He’s my—hmm, what would you call us, Grian? Friends? Associates?”

Grian tuned him out, because the pearl—he couldn’t see a gem, but it was definitely a pearl, complete with a pointy nose, dainty hands, and sheer, puffy sleeves—was staring right at him. “It’s you,” they said in awe. “I’m so glad I finally found you!”

Grian tilted his head in confusion. He was pretty sure he’d never seen this particular pearl before. “Do we know each other?”

“Oh, right,” the pearl said, sounding disappointed. “I just meant, it’s nice to finally—”

“Partners in crime!” Scar interrupted, stretching his arm up to poke Grian’s cheek. Grian swatted him away, his frustration with Scar growing with each passing second. “I’d say that sums it up, wouldn’t you, Gri?”

“Sounds about right,” the pearl said with a wry grin. “So you two commit crimes together?”

“We sure do!” Scar said. “Care for a demonstration?” He reached up to take off his hat, pulling it and Grian down to eye level. “Shall we?”

“Woah, woah, slow down,” Grian said, waving him off. “Pearl just got here. You remember how I used to be, right? I’m not sure we should just—let’s ease them into it a bit, maybe?”

“Oh, don’t hold back on my behalf,” Pearl said. “I love crime! It’s one of my favorite activities.”

Scar’s face lit up, and Grian sighed inwardly. Scar did not need any more encouragement. “You heard ‘em!” he said. “So, how about it?”

“Fine,” Grian said, “but only a few hours, tops. I have stuff I wanna get done today.”

“Whatever you say,” Scar told him, a knowing expression on his face.

At this point, fusing with Scar was second nature. Within moments, Charoite was back to being his beautiful, wonderful self.

Grian had had all sorts of scattered thoughts hanging around in the back of his head, but none of them were very interesting, so Charoite shoved them aside. “Heya, Pearl!” he said, sticking out a hand for her to shake. He liked being taller than her now, even if it wasn’t by much. That was nice. “The name’s Charoite. Whaddaya think?”

Several different emotions flickered across Pearl’s face before they settled on confusion. “Charoite,” Pearl repeated slowly. “Grian—you’ve been fusing?”

“Everybody fuses around here,” Charoite said, waving off a flash of defensiveness from Grian. “It’s fun! You should try it out.”

“Hmm.” Pearl’s earlier cheerfulness had gone a little wonky, and Charoite could tell. He wasn’t sure what he was doing wrong, but he had a feeling he wasn’t going to win many friendship points with Pearl as himself. Still, he didn’t want to unfuse just yet. He liked existing too much for that.

“Wanna go see the Crastle?” he offered. “They’ve got all sorts of cool junk there. You can learn more about this planet!” And I can figure out why I feel so weird about this…

“That sounds lovely,” Pearl said, with a small smile. “Lead the way.”

—

“We’ll start off with the basics, I suppose,” Cleo said. “I’m Cleo, and I use different pronouns from most of the other gems here. Instead of referring to me as he or him, you should say she or her, or—”

“Ooh, that sounds nice,” the pearl said. “Is that what a name is? Scar said I’m supposed to have one, can I use yours?”

Cleo blinked slowly. “If you like, yes, but that’s not what a name is. She and her are pronouns.”

“Oh…wait, I’ve got it. Cleo’s your name! And Scar is Scar’s name, right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Cleo said.

“So can I be Cleo, too?”

Cleo frowned. “Well, it would get confusing, having two Cleos running around. It would defeat the purpose of us all picking unique names in the first place.”

She looked up to see a wide grin on the pearl’s face. “I was just messing with you,” they—no, she said. “I’ve already decided on a name, anyway.”

“Really? What’s that?”

“Pearl,” she told Cleo. “I picked it, and it’s mine. I’m Pearl.”

“You’re keeping your gem name?”

“I want to fit in with you guys,” Pearl said, “but I really like being Pearl. It makes me happy.”

Cleo examined her expression. Pearl’s face had gone from mischievous to anxious, clearly hoping for Cleo’s approval. Well, Cleo wasn’t going to be the one to ruin this gem’s day by telling her what she could and couldn’t do.

“Pearl it is, then,” Cleo said decisively. “You can be whoever you want on Life, Pearl. That's why all of us are here. We're not going to stop you from doing things that make you happy.”

Pearl broke into a grin. “Thank you, Cleo,” she said. “I really like it here. I think you and I are gonna get along great.”

Cleo wasn’t the type to make snap judgments like that, but she was willing to give Pearl a chance. “You haven’t tried stealing my things or my Bdubs yet, so you’re already doing better than some people.”

“I don’t know what a Bdubs is,” Pearl said, “but I promise not to steal it.”

From the other room, Bdubs made a noise of disgust. “As if you could.”

—

“I swear, I know her from somewhere,” Grian was saying. “It’s weird, right? She just shows up out of nowhere and…”

Scar wasn’t really paying attention. They had just gotten back from a welcoming party set up by Impulse, Skizz, and Tango—three gems who, in Scar’s humble opinion, really knew how to party. The gem parties on Life were nothing like the ones back on Homeworld. They were full of excitement, even if it was just their small group of renegade gems who attended. Everyone got together and played games and talked and laughed and danced and sometimes even fused. Now that was Scar’s idea of a good time.

“Do you think—what am I saying, of course you don’t,” Grian said.

“Hey,” Scar protested. “I think things all the time!”

“Like what?”

“I think…” Scar trailed off, searching for anything that resembled a thought in his brain. Maybe Grian had a point. “Hmm. I think Pearl’s really nice!”

“Of course you do,” Grian said. “You wouldn’t get it. You probably don’t even think about your life before Life, do you?”

“Before I was alive? No, not really,” Scar said. “I can’t remember anything before then.”

Grian gave him an exasperated look. “I meant this planet.”

“Ohhh.” That made a lot more sense. “Of course I do! I had a really great friend back on Homeworld. He was an Aquamarine just like you, actually. I miss him sometimes.”

Grian was quiet for a while. Scar relaxed, happy to sit in silence with him. He enjoyed Grian’s company. “I had friends too,” Grian finally confessed. “Alexandrite and Peridot. I miss them every day.”

“Is that why you wanted to go back so bad at first?”

“I couldn’t imagine just leaving them,” Grian said. “I still can’t. Part of me wants to try to find them and bring them here, but they’re always off on missions. They could be anywhere in the universe.”

“Well, if you were good friends, maybe they miss you,” Scar suggested. “Maybe they’ll come looking for you here!” Scar knew Cub would do the same eventually. Cub was always busy with his many side projects, but he’d make time for Scar as soon as he could, and in the meantime, Scar could be patient.

“Yeah, right,” Grian said. “Peri’s afraid of his own shadow, and Alex is a terrible pilot. I’ve just got to accept that I’ll never see them again.”

“Aw, c’mon! Don’t give up hope that easily! They could be on their way right now, you never know.”

“Maybe,” Grian said, but he didn’t sound as though he believed it.

“Just you wait,” Scar told him. “I bet your friends are a lot closer than you think.”

—

It was late at night, and Grian could hear something outside.

Strange sounds at night were far from unusual. All sorts of non-sentient creatures shared this planet with the rogue gems. Grian had spent many of the early nights keeping strict watch over the surrounding area, but over time, his paranoia had gone down enough for him to ignore noises he couldn’t identify.

The noise he heard now, however, was easy to identify. It sounded like someone approaching on foot, and Grian wasn’t about to let them catch him by surprise.

He got up quietly so as not to wake Scar, who was asleep beside him. Gems didn’t have to rest, but Bdubs had discovered sleeping on accident and now practiced it religiously, whereas other gems like Scar did it only for fun. Grian rarely bothered, but he liked to sit and watch Scar sleep. For normal reasons, of course.

He slipped out the back door and flew to the roof, then retracted his wings and watched from behind the chimney (a stack of bricks with no purpose; Charoite had seen similar structures in Cleo’s books and wanted to make his own) as a strange gem made its way toward Grian and Scar’s base. They moved carefully, though they failed to completely mask the sounds of their footsteps.

The area around their base was lit by a strange substance called shroomlight. It grew in certain areas of Life, and it always kept its light and never burned out. The shroomlight was certainly coming in handy now, because it illuminated the intruder, revealing their slender limbs and blood-red hue.

The gem was clearly too long and lanky to be Tango. They were built like a pearl, in fact, but neither Joel nor the new Pearl were red. Had Pearl brought another gem with her?

Grian abandoned his hiding spot and flew down to the side of the building, watching the pearl pause at the doorway. Interestingly enough, this red pearl was wearing an identical outfit to New Pearl, with the addition of a cape with a hood pulled over their long hair. The hood struck him as very familiar, actually. He’d only ever met one other gem that wore a hood like that.

The red pearl made a noise of irritation, ducking around the corner of the base and out of Grian’s view. Grian took a few hesitant steps in the direction of where they’d vanished, but didn’t stray far from the relative safety of his hiding wall. He waited for the pearl to reappear.

“There you are,” a voice said from behind him. Grian whirled around to see the red pearl, crossing their arms and looking exasperated.

Now that he was face to face with her, Grian couldn’t really deny that it was Pearl. Sure, gems of the same type tended to look pretty similar, but they weren’t that similar. Other than the change in hue, this gem was the spitting image of the Pearl he’d met earlier, identical from head to toe.

“What are you doing here?” Grian asked, politely avoiding commenting on the fact that Pearl had gone red. It had to be some kind of trick of the light. “It’s awfully late, you know.”

“I know,” Pearl said, but her voice sounded different from how it had earlier, almost exactly like— “Gri, it’s time. We gotta get out of here.”

“What are you talking about?” Grian asked.

“You know, back to Homeworld. It’s a nice planet and all, but we’re leaving.” She grabbed for his arm, and he yanked it away, glaring at her through the darkness.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Grian said, rising in the air to hover just out of her reach. “I don’t even know you!”

Very slowly, Pearl pulled down her hood and swept her hair to either side of her head. She turned around, revealing the gem on the back of her head—a gem that bore little resemblance to that of a pearl’s. In fact, its shape and placement were a perfect match for…

Grian couldn’t believe what he was seeing. As Pearl turned back to face him, it finally clicked.

“Don’t you recognize me, Gri?” asked Alexandrite.

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Hopelessly Devoted

Lily’s POV:

You look at the moonlit ocean, standing on the deck outside the master bedroom of the Malibu beach house Harry leased for the time residency in LA. The week of your anniversary has come and gone much faster than either of you wanted, but it was full of quiet togetherness; however, now, it’s back to business as usual. The memories made won’t soon be forgotten. The ocean breeze runs through your hair and the long, green Pleasing hoodie you grabbed this afternoon. Enjoying the privacy of the house and the beach outside, you didn’t bother with pants other than panties. You touch the charm on your necklace that holds your special video. Admittedly, you’ve watched it more than a few times…it was the ultimate gift. Now with Halloween just around the corner and Harry’s epiphany about the Grease theme, you’ve had a little epiphany yourself. Now to just get it in play…looking behind you to make sure Harry isn’t anywhere close, you pull your phone from the hoodie pocket and dial Lambert’s number.

“Well, ‘ello, Lily Rose… ya doin’ alright?” he answers happily.

“Hey, I’m doin’ well, thank you. How are you?” you say still keeping an eye on the bedroom.

“’M great! Whatcha got on ya mind, love?”

“Well, I had an idea about Halloween and I was wondering if you could help me pull it off. I know we have arrangements for my costume…err…,” you see Harry step by the bedroom door, with his phone to his head, then gently pull the door closed once he sees where you are. What in world is he up to?, “sorry, the umm…’sweet Sandy’ look with the poodle skirt, sweater, pearls, ponytail…yanno? Well, I’d like to see how hard it would be for me to also get a ‘bad Sandy’ outfit?”

“Well, Sarah already has that look set up…,” he says hesitantly.

“No! I know that, this would be for after the show…kinda a, uh-hm, surprise look for Harry for….after,” you say softly hoping not to sound ridiculous. “Like I was thinking, I could change from ‘sweet Sandy’ look during the show to surprise him with the ‘bad Sandy’ look in the car on the way home…you know what I mean?”

“Oh, my, god…Lily! This is a GREAT idea! We could do tigh’ leather skinnies, a black off the shoulder tigh’ top…the big hair…”

“That’s exactly what I was looking for,” you interrupt his vision recitation. You’re watching that bedroom door like a hawk, hoping Harry doesn’t come in anytime soon.

“We can absolutely do this! Can you meet me tomorrow for a fitting?”

“Yes! That would be great!,” you whisper shout excitedly.

“I’ll text ya tha time an’ place first thin’, an’ we’ll see wha’ we can do!”

“Great! Hey, thanks, Harry, I appreciate you always helping me with my hair brained ideas.”

“Girl, it’s no trouble at all. You’re a part of the family, I’m happy to see you make him so happy.”

Harry’s POV:

“Hold on Mitch, lemme see where she is…,” I say looking for my sweet Lily girl. Spied! She’s on her phone out on the deck…hmm…wonder what she’s up to? Shrugging, I pull the bedroom door closed and turn to finish talking to Mitch.

“Harry, what the fuck, it’s late and the baby is in bed already…asleep…and we…are…alone, Harry. Do you get my drift? Why are you interrupting our…aloneness!? Why am I talking to you, rather than kissing my woman…hmm…?” Mitch says grumpily.

I laugh my breathy little laugh. “‘M sorry, man, I really am, bu’ ‘m plannin’ a surprise fo’ HARRYWEEN an’ I need ya help ta pull it off.”

Mitch sighs loudly, giving in.

“I wan’ the special song ta be ‘Hopelessly Devoted.’ Can ya get with Pauli an’ set up a rehearsal fo’ tomorrow so we can start practicing it?”

“Yeah, I actually love that idea. I’ll text everyone in the morning and let you know the details. I’m going now.”

“Alrigh’, thanks. Tell Sarah I said hi,” I say, glancing out to the deck to make sure she’s still out there.

“Bye H,” Mitch says and the line goes dead.

I chuckle to myself and put my phone down and sit down on the bed waiting for her to come back in. I shoot off a quick text to Molly and let her know the song I’ve chosen so she can start putting together some pics of Olivia Newton-John to add to the monitors because this is as much a tribute to her as well. I can’t wait to sing this song to celebrate my love for Lily. I watch as the bubbles come up and then Molly’s thumbs up emoji.

Just then my beautiful Jezebel slips in the glass door and closes it behind her, smiling softly. I can tell she’s up up something. I watch as she tucks her hair behind her ears and moves to the other side of the bed, crossing her arms and pulling off her sweatshirt, tossing it to the floor. I lick my lips as her breasts pop out and I catch a glimpse of the bee tattoo under her breast. I hold out my hand and smile as she takes it and I pull her to me. We smirk at each other as we lay on our sides facing each other.

Lily’s POV:

I clear my throat. “I need to run to do some research with Bella tomorrow for Sophia’s case,”I say fingering the duvet without meeting his eyes. I never can lie to him convincingly.  

“Yeah, well, we’re workin’ wi’ some new equipment tomorrow so practice will be kinda longer than usual,” he replies adjusting the pillow even less convincingly, but at least not a complete lie.

He smirks at me. “Know ya go’ somethin’ planned Jezebel tha’ ain’ go’ nothin’ ta do wi’ ya case,” he says, chuckling. “Don’ gotta lie ta me…jus’ tell me ya go’ an errand ta run an’ I won’ bug ya abou’ it, yeah?”

“I don’t know what you mean, H, but ok, I have an errand to run…you have fun testing out that “new equipment”, I say using air quotes.

He laughs that breathy little laugh I love so much. “Alrigh’ ya go’ me. I won’ lie ta ya either.” He leans his face close to mine. “Now C’mere an’ give me a proper kiss.”

I smile and move closer to him, sighing as his hand lands in my bum pulling me flush to his body.

He presses his lips to mine and i just enjoy the feeling of his soft lips against mine.

He pulls back, forehead pressed to  mine, and I can’t help it…my brows furrow thinking about our time coming to an end.

Harry’s POV:

I know what she’s feeling because I feel it too. I pull back to kiss her forehead as her arm wraps around me. I feel a tear hit my chin and pull her closer to me. “Shh, Jezebel, I know, baby, I know,” I say trying to soothe her. I feel her nod her head against my cheek.

“It’s been amazing, and I’m just sad it’s coming to an end,” she says sniffling.

“I know bu’ it’s no’ ov-ah jus’ yet…any idea how we can pass the time?” I ask her, pulling back to look in her eyes.

She smiles and bites her lip. “Wellll…I can think of a few things.”

Lily’s POV:

The next few days went by in a blur with the first LA shows being Harry’s usual overwhelming success. His bond with the audience is still amazing to witness. I’ve met with Lambert to get fitted for a pair of leather leggings and a black off the shoulder top, add in a pair of stilettos and a big curly, blond wig and my badass Sandy outfit will be ready to surprise Harry with. I pulled Cal aside to let him in on the idea and after he finished grinning smugly, he promised to provide the cigarette to complete the fantasy. My body feels tingly every time I think of my plan. I’m gonna rock his world… Harry has been adding extra practice time to make sure he’s ready for the show, and I have warned that all this extra time in addition to the current schedule is gonna run him down and he’s gonna end up sick if he doesn’t watch it, but he believes he’s invincible…especially with IV therapy to keep him hydrated and fully nourished with vitamins and minerals. To be honest, he does amaze me at his incredible energy and stamina. Such a talented, gifted man and all mine…still causes me to pinch myself after all this time.  I have a lunch date with Bella and Harry is off to one of the extra practices.

“Babe, I’m off to meet Bella for lunch at Mel’s…Cal’s drivin’.” I turn around to walk out to find him and smash right into him. “Wha…? What are you doin’?” Putting my hand on my hip, “Have you been there the whole time?”

He grins and laughs that breathy little laugh I adore so much, “Uhhh, yup…ya were ben’ over when I walked by an’ I couldn’ resis’ this arse,” he says smoothing his hands over my bottom.

Harry’s POV:

I smirk watching her eyes flutter closed as my hands grab her gorgeous arse, pulling her flush to me.

“Mmmm…H. Can’t do this now…I’ve gotta get going.”

I sigh. I know she needs to see her friends and I want her to but I hate it when I can’t be with her. “‘No tha’, Jezebel. Ya miss me?”

She smiles and nods.

“Kiss me goodbye then woman.”

She presses her lips to mine and I smile into the kiss, enjoying the feel of her lips on mine. Will I ever get tired of kissing her?

She pulls back and pecks my lips quickly again. “Bye. Text you later,” she says and then she’s gone.

Luis picks me up and we head to rehearsal. Hopelessly Devoted is really coming together…it sounds better every time we play it and I can’t wait to play it in front of an audience and especially my Jezebel.

We’d just wrapped up the song and I can’t help but smile at my band. Pauli gives me two thumbs up and I know we’ve nailed it.

“See ya guys tomorrow nigh’,” I say and then watch as everyone leaves except Mitch. I watch him put his guitar down and then slowly walk towards me.

“Sounds fuckin’ amazin’ man,” Mitch says, slapping me on the back.

“Yeah, it does,” I say, smiling. I can tell he’s got something on his mind.

“I know we’re doing the Grease theme and everything…so Hopelessly makes sense but like…it’s gonna give Lily a lot of attention, which isn’t like you. Is there something you’re not telling us?”

I suck my lips into my mouth and run my hand back through my hair. I’m not exactly sure how to answer this question if I’m honest. “Uhhhh…wellll…I mean…shit.” I meet his eyes and smile. “We’re gettin’ married, I asked her ta marry me.”

Mitch’s eyes get really big. “Jesus H! Man, congratulations! I’m so happy for you!” He says, hugging me.

I hug him back hard. “We’re no’ tellin’ anyone jus’ yet so can ya keep it quiet fo’ a while?”

“Of course, of course. Wow…that’s great. You guys are just great together.”

“Thanks man. Thanks.”

Lily’s POV:

Cal pulls into Mel’s parking lot and I see Bella’s car already there. “Alway’s early…that’s why she’s your assistant, Lily,” I say to myself as Cal pulls up to the front door. It isn’t too busy, thankfully, so we should have a nice quiet time together. I put away the lip gloss I had pulled out to touch up where Harry had kissed my first coat off. I smile to myself remembering his kisses…he’s up to something…I can tell, but, hey, what can I say…so am I.

“I’ll be back around two if that’s alright, Miss Lily?” Cal says looking in the rear view window. “There’s a nice coffee shop I really enjoy down the strip a bit…thought I might treat myself to a nice cuppa and some quiet time.”

“Aww… the baby still cutting teeth?” I ask knowing that his littlest one, Jasper’s, bottom teeth are coming in so he’s been quite colicky, slobbery and feverish, especially at night.

He smiles and nods his head animatedly. “Don’t remember Amelia being this cranky when her teeth came in, but that boy of mine is downright mean about his. Biting everything he can chew on, cheeks all broken out and red…feel sorry for the ‘lil fella…”

“I feel sorry for his mum…she must be out of her mind…err, along with you. Well, Cal, I hate to say it, but Jasper IS a boy and they just don’t cope with pain as well…,” I tease and rub his shoulder. “Thanks for the ride, Dad…go get you a cuppa and grab Cecily some donuts to bring home…you’ll make her day,” I suggest, “might even get lucky…pastries do that to us ladies.”

He chuckles and his shoulders shake. “Harry has his hands full with you Miss Lily, you’re perfect for him.”

“Thank you, it means a lot to hear that…Love you Cal,” I say and blow him a kiss. This man has been there for so much, he’s not just a driver or security…he’s our family. I step out of the car and just as I’m about to close the door, I remember to ask Cal, “Hey, could you go by and get a package of cigarettes for me? Ya know for Harryween….” That’s the most awkward question I’ve ever asked someone to get for me in my entire life. You’d think I asked him to pick up condoms or something with the way I’m blushing. I look down at the asphalt drive grinning to myself at my ridiculous embarrassment.

Cal leans back to look sideways out the back door, “No problem…you want Marlboro…Salem…, you interested in the light kind…?” he teases with a very smug smile.

“Stop…you know I have no idea…!”

“I’ve got ya covered, don’t worry,” he replies with a chuckle.

“See ya, Cal.”

“Back at two, Miss Lily…with your cigs.”

I purse my lips at his teasing and shut the door. Turning, I see Bella sitting in a booth in the windows waving happily and sucking on the straw in a very strawberry milk shake. Yay, it’s gonna be a dessert first kinda lunch, my favorite kind.

As I get to the booth where Bella is, I hear her hit bottom on her shake and the straw sucks up bubbles of milk and air rather loudly. Trying to hold in my giggle, I lean down to kiss her cheek. “Yum! Strawberry! How long have you been here?” I ask looking down at my phone.

“Only about ten or fifteen minutes,” she says dangling the cherry in front of me as an offering. She hates the cherries, but she always gets them because she knows I love them.

I take the red lusciousness and pull the fruit off the stem before chewing. “God, I love those…,” I groan grabbing the menu.

“You always get the same thing, why are you looking at the menu?” she asks licking the whip cream from her thumb.

She’s right…I have no idea why I’m looking at the menu, I always get the avocado burger, sweet potato fries and a large Arnold Palmer. “You wanna share?” I ask thinking about those tight leather pants I have to fit in tomorrow night.

“Sure, I’m full of ice cream, but I def have room for a burger and fries,” she says sliding her shake glass over to the side.

We order a split burger and fries, with a side of ranch for Bella who apparently is a bottomless pit, and I sit back and take a deep breath.

“So what’re you up to Lil…you have that look…like you’re either dug in a case or up to no good…or you have cramps…,” she asks crossing her legs in the seat.

My face frowns and I squint my eyes, “What the fuck, Bella…I do not look like I have cramps!”

“Well, now you do,” she says pointing to my face.

“Shut up!” I say sticking my tongue out at her. “No, I am kinda up to something, but it’s definitely gonna be oh-so-good.”

She sits forward rubbing her hands together then rests her elbows on the table, “Oooo, do tell!” she says conspiratorially

I smile at her adorable attitude, she’s always ready up for something fun. I adore her so much. “Well, first, do you have your costume for Harryween set?”

“Yes, I’m going to be Cha Cha DiGregorio! You know the dress she wears to the dance? The black halter with the teal blue floof on it?  I have a friend in San Fran who’s making it for me. And Gavin is going to be Leo Balmudo, her first boyfriend, ya know the one she cheats with Kenikie on…the “Leader of the Scorpios,” she says using air quotes. She seems very, very excited about this theme.

“Wow! Bella, that’s gonna be so hot…quite cheeky, seeing how Cha Cha was the one with the worst rep and who enjoyed showing her unmentionables quite often if I remember right. And Gavin, is so so far from being the bad boy… I love it! Now, she really came on to Zuko in the movie, if I remember right, so you better keep your little, grimy, strawberry milkshake, sticky fingers to yourself!”

She offers a snarky expression, “Welp, you just might need to make sure your man is properly satisfied if you want me to keep my hands to myself…,” she says looking closely at her cuticles, “especially after the weekend I had at The Headlands….”

My eyes go wide, “Oh my god! You haven’t spilled about The Headlands! Go on! I want the tea, neow,” I say using my sassiest voice, “as your boss, I’m demanding it.”

She scoots forward in the booth and grins like the Cheshire Cat. “Well… first of all, thank Harry so much for the suite it was sooo amazing, although it was interesting when he made the reservation he told them any of the suites but not room 603…Gavin and I thought it must be haunted or something…,” she shakes her head like she’s clearing her mind, I smile to myself knowing exactly why he said any room other than 603. That was our room on our stay and, knowing Harry, if he could buy the room and make sure no one ever uses it again, he would. “Noooo! It has something to do with you two and sex, right? Ugh…you two are so wild…,” she says sucking in her lips, “Buuuutttt…. I WILL say there’s just something about that place….,” she continues biting her forefinger.

“Isabella Marie, you better start talking now!”

About that time the waitress drops off our plates smacking her gum, “Can I get y’all anything else?” she says with a smudge of red lipstick on her front tooth.

“No, thank you.”

“You girls hot, both of you have red cheeks. Do ya want me to have Charlie turn down the thermostat?” she says looking from first Bella then me.

Bella bursts out with a giggle shooting part of the fry she was munching on out of her mouth.

“Bella!” I scold giving her my best “how dare you” look.

“No, ma’am, we’re good. Thank you though,” I say politely trying to reduce the ridiculousness of the situation.  

She smiles sweetly and pops her gum. “Ok, if you need anything, just holler, I’ll be behind the bar, we’re not too busy, obviously, so just holler and I’ll hear ya. I’m Margaret.”

“Thank you Margaret,” I say again trying to introduce some form of respectability into our encounter. As she walks away, I look at Bella with wide eyes. “Seriously…you spit on me…!” I exclaim laughing and wiping my shirt.

She grins holding a fry out to me. “I’m sorry…?” she mock whimpers.  

I grab the fry from her hand in one swift motion and pop it into my mouth. It’s salty and crisp, just the way I like them. “Well, you should be…now spill your guts…,” I say leaning forward over my plate of food and inhaling the glorious smell of fried hamburger meat and melted cheese.

“Lil, there must be something in the water there…Gavin was…just…wowzers. I’ve never…I mean…that many times…and he was just so…I mean,” she moans and looks out the window, obviously caught in a memory.  

“Bella, you aren’t tell me much here…,” I say taking a bite of my burger.

“Has H, ever gotten all…” she looks side to side and whispers, “dominate…with you?”

It’s my turn to spit my fry. “Uh-hum, weellll…depends on what you mean?”

“Well, Gavin was just so…”

“….intense…” I finish for her.

“YES! Intense, his eyes and…,” she cups the side of her mouth, “dirty talk…,” she ends with the gesture of a chef’s kiss.

I feel the blush as it furiously takes over my face.

“Oooo, I can only imagine how Harry sounds in bed with that fucking accent of his,” she says dreamily.

“Yeah, he’s quite good with his words, but, anyway, so you had a good time?”

“Jesus did we ever, we needed the break so, so bad…it was like he let loose…and I hardly recognized myself in the mirror the entire time…I had bite marks and swollen lips…I was sore in all the…,” she cups her mouth again, “best places…Lil, it was a breakthrough…a real breakthrough.”

I giggle at her use of the word “breakthrough.” “Yeah, that place is quite a lovely place to just break away and let loose…I dunno, maybe there is something in the water, because I remember our stay was quite memorable as well.” I say thinking back to our time in suite 603. “Bella, I’m so happy you and Gavin are happy together.”

“Lil, he’s so…I mean…he’s just…I mean…I think he might be the one…I absolutely cannot imagine my future without him. He makes me hope and dream and want…and feel like it’s safe to…need. I haven’t really ever needed anyone before…but I need him. And that makes me happy. Because I know he needs me just as much. I can bet the world that he loves me, I know, that I know, that I know, that he does. And, I know most people say it’s not that important, but…they lie… we have amazing sex and, yes, it’s important. I’m free…I can let him have control and know he sees the gift in that…that he’ll cherish me, my body, wear me out, take care of me afterwards and then do it all over again two hours later…” she says dropping the fry she was holding to the plate and flopping back against the seat with a woozy sigh. She’s so content. She’s absolutely glowing.

“Oh, Bells, I’m so so happy for you! You should feel all those things in a relationship and I completely understand what you’re saying. I feel the same way about Harry. I think I’ve always felt this way about him…through all the years we’ve known each other, but it just wasn’t the right time…now, it’s been a year of being with him and I cannot imagine my world, my day, any moment without him in it. And we fit so well together, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, physically…we match and compliment each other in ways we don’t even understand…but don’t have to question either. And for the record, I adore, his dominate side…whew…,” I say blowing out a big breath. “He takes me, and to places I never dreamed I go…I never dreamed I could go and he does it over and over and over again. It’s like we just get better together as time goes by…the more we, err, ‘practice’ the better we are as satisfying each other.” Now I KNOW I’m blushing furiously. And wouldn’t you know it, Margaret picks that moment to come check on us.

“Errr…Do you need some more Arnold Palmer, darlin’? Wait, are you sure you don’t want Charlie to turn the thermostat down?” she asks propping her fist on her hip.

“Huuuhhhh,” I stammer in an awkward laugh, “No, I’m good, Margaret, on the Arnold Palmer and the AC.” She just shakes her head and walks off.

“That being said, I have a little idea for the Harryween show, and I was hoping you could help me out? You know how I’m going as Sandy in the pink poodle skirt, the Pink Lady’s jacket…the pony tail, the Keds and…”

“Tube socks…” Bella says with a smirk referring to the song Teenage Dirtbag…specifically Harry’s part about “Keds and tube socks.”

“Cute, Bells, but what I was gonna say was bobby socks and scarf…ya know, ‘good Sandy’?”

She shakes her head remembering my costume.

“Well, I was thinking during Kiwi, I could slip out and change into the ‘badass Sandy’ with leather pants, the off the shoulder jacket and stilettos…cigarette…big blond curls…and meet H in the back of the car after the show.  But need some help getting dressed and fixed up. Would you mind slipping out with me at the end and helping me?”

“Oh my god… that is the sexiest idea! I would absolutely love to help with this! Dammit, I need to do something like this for Gavin,” she says biting her bottom lip thoughtfully.

“Thank you so much! I’m kinda excited about it…because I don’t think he’ll have any idea about it, other than to wonder why I’ve left before the end of the show,” I say raising my eyebrows. “Maybe with the fact that the show is so popular and he’s planning to leave as soon as possible because he wants to avoid the traffic surge, he won’t question my absence too long before he gets rushed to the car and I can be waiting for him.”

“Lily you know Imma-gonna-hafta have details on this night…because,” she swallows hard, “it sounds super sexy…and I know it takes you two a good forty minutes to get to Malibu, right?”

I just grin looking at her from under my lashes and nod my head.

“Oooo…Lily, you are sooo naughty…,” she says dunking another fry in ranch sauce then ketchup. “Kranch” she calls it.

I smile and wipe my finger and then my mouth. “Wellll, Bella, yeah, I can’t lie, I do have a bit of a naughty streak. But, trust me, he’s worth it.” About that time, I see Cal pull in and park to the side.

Bella notices too, “There’s Cal.”

“Yeah, I need to get going. I talked to Sophia in Sao Paulo again last night, she’s forwarding some additional documents to us on the podcast email, so be on the look out for them. She’s the sweetest girl, I’m just amazed at how mature and hard-working she is. I mean, I know she and her sister…”

“Felicity…” Bella interjects.

“Yeah, Felicity, live with her Aunt and Uncle, but they don’t sound like they take that much time with them or go out of their way to make them feel like they belong. I mean, Jesus, they’ve lost their parents, viciously, I might add, and have now spend years living with a couple who are…indifferent…, yeah, I think that’s what I would call it, indifferent. Sophia has done so much to make sure her sister is going to school and has the things she needs. The Policia haven’t been very helpful either.  I really feel sorry for them, but I…don’t feel pity. I mean, she’s done so…well…in spite of her circumstances. She isn’t to be pitied. I mean, I feel…proud of her. Is that strange?”

“No, not really…I mean, look at you. You did very well for yourself after your parents were killed. It’s not unheard of. Sometimes you do what you have to do because it’s necessary. Maybe Sophia is just as strong minded…strong willed as you,” Bella says taking a last sip.

“Yeah, I guess so…it’s just sad that her Aunt and Uncle aren’t more loving toward them. I really really wanna work this case…I want us to get involved, maybe there’s something we can do. I met that woman in Venice, Paula, retired instructor at Quantico, remember her? She’s doing contract work for Interpol. I think while we’re here, I will meet with her about it and see what she thinks.”

“That’s a brilliant idea! Let me know what you decide and I’ll put it on the calendar and get the portfolio of her case information put together for you. AND, don’t worry, I won’t forget to scan it AND get you a hard copy…I swear, I forgot that one time and you remind me every time now,” she says rolling her eyes.

“Awww, Bells, you know I love you…I’m fully aware that I’m a pain in the ass,” I say pouting my bottom lip out to her.

She purses her lips tightly and then breaks out into a smile, “Oh come on, Lily, you know I love this job…I love what we do and the people we help. I’m honestly not looking forward to you going back on the road in November, though.  I’m really gonna miss you. But, I will hold down the fort and keep things organized with the show, at least Gavin is staying here with me rather than going on this leg of the tour. He asked me to move in with him, yanno.”

“Oh wow, Bella, that’s a big step!”

“Yeah, I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

“Well, take your time and think it through. It’s a big step, but when it’s right, it’s so…comforting. Keep me up to date, kay?” I say grabbing the bill to take to cash register. “Working lunch,” I say holding it up.

“Yes, we did talk about work….and sex, but yanno…,” she says with a giggle.

We stand from the booth and I wrap my arms around her tight. “I love you, Bella Boo. I wouldn’t be able to do what I do without you. But even if you didn’t work for the podcast, I couldn’t ask for a better bestie in my life.”

“I love you too Lil. And thank you so much for giving me a job I love AND being my best friend. I mean, who would I share my recipe for Kranch with if I didn’t have you?”

I giggle and take her hand as I walk to the cash register and pay. I tell her I will call her later and we can further plan the Harryween surprise. She starts up her car and the radio is blasting Radiohead at full volume. She rolls down the window, “Sorry, you know I love H, but a girl’s gotta have some variety too.”

I just laugh and blow her a kiss as she backs up. She waves frantically from behind her dark black sunnies and is off.

I make it over to Cal who has the car running and find in the back seat the bag of cigarettes.

“Nice lunch, Miss Lily?”

“Yes, it was so good! Thanks for picking these up for me,” I say holding up the bag. “Would you mind keeping them until tomorrow night, I’m afraid I’ll lose them in the ruckus.”

“Sure,” he says taking the bag and placing it beside a pink pastry box. I grin at him and he catches my eye. “Donuts…for Cecily…someone told me it would help ease the teething headache my beautiful wife currently has.”

I smile and nod. Sitting back, I can’t help but think of the time me and Harry might have a family…whatever that looks like. I think of Bennett and Thomasina and can’t help but long for a pet. That would never work with your schedule, I think to yourself. It sure would be nice to try though. One thing at a time, Lily. Let’s get this badass Sandy put together. Harry’s gonna love the panties you have had made for this occasion. You look down at your phone and send a quick text to him.

Lily: I love you. You sexy beast.

You know he’s practicing so, he won’t respond, at least not immediately. You tuck your phone away and watch the city go by outside on your way back to Malibu.

Cal pulls into The Forum parking lot and your eyebrows go up in surprise. Your mouth opens to ask a question but Cal speaks first. “Harry texted and asked me to pick him up after your lunch.” 

You giggle. It’s so typical of him to do something like that.

Cal pulls into the garage and sends a text letting Harry know he’s there and then the door opens and Harry slides in next to you.

“Hey Jezebel,” he says, pressing his lips to mine.

I smile and kiss him back, enjoying the smell of everything that is just him.

“Surprise,” he says kissing me again.

I start to pull away in surprise, but the feel of his tongue against me makes me quickly abandon that idea. He threads his hand in my hair with his palm on my cheek and twists his body almost over the top of me pressing me into the back of the seat. I open my mouth craving for his taste…craving to be tasted. He tastes of peppermint from the throat spray he used when he sings. God he’s such an amazing kisser. I grab onto the back of his shirt and pull and push at the same time…I just want more of him.

“Mmm…H….mmm…Har…,” I keep trying to speak against his lips. He silences me with his passionate lips and who am I to continue to argue. He’s a man on a mission and I love every mission he’s ever taken me on.

Finally he pulls away panting against my lips, “Missed ya taday,” he says brushing his nose against mine. “How was ya day, darlin’?”

“Weelll…it just got much, much better,” I say running my fingers along his jaw. “What’re you up to Styles?  Is this what you’re so secretive about at the moment?”

“Maybe.”

I smile against his lips and kiss them again, “Well, I definitely like what’s going on so far, but I think Cal might be getting sick of always having to chaperone us in backseats.”

He chuckles and turns his head toward the front seat, “Cal, are we buggin’ ya?” But there’s nothing…no response.

Harry looks back at me and then back up toward the front seat.  

“Cal?” I say.

Then we hear it. The snore… Harry blows out a breathy laugh and turns back to me. “Jasper still teethin’?”

I suck in my lips to hold in the giggle, “Umm…yeah, he’s not getting much sleep apparently…and apparently we’re to boring to pay attention to. Jesus, H, we need to get a sitter for he and Cecily and let them go get a room somewhere so they can get some rest.”

“I fuckin’ doubt sleepin’ would take place, bu’, yeah, need ta ge’ him some time off fo’ fuck’s sake.”

“Well, mister, now that you have me here, what in the world are you gonna do with me?” I say with equal amounts sass and innuendo.

“I thought we’d take a ‘lil walk through…the venue’s set up fo’ Harryween, inside an’ out, see…,” he says pointing to the small carnival area that that’s decked out with a few booths and a Ferris wheel, “’s jus’ like the one at the end of the film…ya like?”

“I love! Can we go see it?” I say with wide eyes and a big smile.

“Sure, tha’s wha’ I was hopin’ ta do. Never getta check the place out on Halloween myself, so, though’ it would be nice ta take a minute ta check it out wi’ ya befo’ we go home. Up fo’ some cotton candy an’ a ride on the Ferris wheel?”

“I’d LOVE that, H!!!”

“Hold ya if ya ge’ scared,” he says wiggling his eyebrows, “eva’ been kissed on a Ferris wheel?”

I touch the bottom of my chin in contemplation. I think…and think some more, purposefully dragging my thinking out…

His shoulder’s slump, “Just tell me, Lily, s’ I ‘no which arse, I need ta kick…”

“So feisty, H! No, just Tom, you remember him?”

“Grrrr…” He groans and rolls his eyes, “yes, am well aware of Tom.”

“Now, H, he’s a nice guy. Really. I mean, if I hadn’t been so hung up on you, I could’ve had a really nice life with him.”

“Bbb-orrringggg,” he runs his fingers down my cheek. “Tom could’ve never handled ya passion. Lily, ya would’ve wilt’ed away wi’ him. Ya know ‘m righ’… ya belong wi’ me an’ I belong wi’ you,” he moves his lips to my ear, “We fit tagether perfec’ly…don’ we?”

I swallow hard and nod slowly. I know he’s absolutely right. We are a perfect match, we challenge each other and complete each other in all ways. It’s a once in a lifetime kind of love…one I wish all people of the world could have.

He kisses his way back to my lips, “Ya ready?”

My pussy weeps. He uses that voice and that very line in bed so often, I can’t keep it clean when we’re out of the bedroom, or the kitchen, or the dining room, or the shower…Earth to Lily, I chastise myself for going there.

“Le’s go check it out,” he whispers against my lips with a smirk. He reads my mind like a book. He knows where my mind went and still manages to pull me out of the car.

“What about Cal?”

“He knows wha’s up, let ‘em sleep till we ge’ back,” he says closing the car door softly.

Harry’s POV:

I grab her hand and lead her to my dressing room, punching in the code and pulling her inside.

Laying on the sofa are Grease costumes I had delivered today.

“What’s all this?” She asks me.

“Though’ it migh’ be fun ta get inta character a lit-ull bit. Jus’ a lit-ull taste,” I tell her, smirking.

“You…you amazing man! I can’t believe you did all of this!”

I lean over to kiss her. I’d do anything to make her happy. Anything. “C’mon les’ ge’ changed. The band’s waitin’ fo’ us.”

“Wait…they’re all here too?!”

I nod and smile.

She shakes her head and giggles, crossing her arms and tugging her shirt over her head and unbuttoning her jeans.

I lick my lips as her tits jiggle. She’s so beautiful and she doesn’t even know it. We get into our costumes and walk to the side where everything is set up, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy hitting us as soon as we walk out the door.

As soon as my band sees us they raise their glasses and yell. Ny runs over and pushes a drink into our hands and I clink my glass to Lily’s.

She blushes and takes a sip and I can’t help but lean over and kiss her quickly.

We walk around looking at everything and point out the cool things that were set up. I get a cone of candy floss and enjoy feeding her and kissing the sticky sugar from her lips. We eat popcorn and take pics and just enjoy this moment. It’s hard to believe that this is all for me sometimes. It blows my mind that I get to do this for a living. The sun is setting and the lights on the Ferris wheel come on.

“Wanna go fo’ a ride?”

She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close. “Only if you’ll kiss me at the top if I get scared.”

I laugh. “I’ll kiss ya anywhere ya wan’, ‘no tha’.”

She giggles and grabs my hand and pulls me to the Ferris wheel and sits down. “C’mon everyone! It’s time for a spin!”

Everyone gets loaded in and I put my arm around her, pulling her close to me.

She gasps as the car rocks backward as the ride starts and I chuckle. She’s so cute I can hardly stand it. “I love ya, Jezebel,” I tell her as she snuggles into me.

“I love you more,” she says, sighing.

Lily’s POV:

I lay my head on his bicep and take a deep breath in. He smells like cologne, buttered popcorn, and the outside air. I can feel him press his lips to the top of my head and I smile to myself in pure contentment. We go around a few times and giggle at Pauli in his own car rocking it back and forth dramatically. I just happen to notice Cal standing outside the car leaning against the hood and began to wave frantically when the car suddenly comes to a crushing halt.

“Oof!” I say as we rock forward with wide eyes.

His arm comes out straight against my chest to hold me in place. “Care-ful, baby,” he cautions.

“That’s not…ok, yeah… that was sorta scary,” I whimper with a flat smile looking over the front rail holding us in the car. “Ooohhh…yeeeeaahh, ‘s a long way down there…,” I say with raised eyebrows and wide eyes.

He laughs his breathy little laugh, that I normally love, but at the moment find completely irrational. He pries my fingers off the rail and holds them in his. “Awww, Jezebel…’s fine….ya good?” he reassures and asks at the same time.

“Yeah, I mean…I’m aware that this isn’t the London Eye or anything, but it’s still kinda high…or am I just a wimp?”

“Nah, ’s high ta no’ be enclosed, bu’ ’ve go’ ya, baby,” he says draping one arm along the back of the seat and wrapping it around my shoulder to pull me in close. “Come closer,” he whispers with a soft smile and tug.

I move into the cradle of his arms and softly touch his stubbled chin. “Thank you, H…for bringing me here. I love this surprise…a real-life ‘Notebook’ moment with the Ferris wheel and all. A real moment at a carnival where we don’t need security and there aren’t screaming fans. I don’t mind them, truly, I don’t…it’s nice; however to have a basic moment together, yanno?”

“Yeah, baby, I ge’ it. God, ya s’ beautiful in the ligh’ of the sunset.”

I lick my lips subconsciously asking for…needing for him to kiss me.

He runs his forefinger down the bridge of my nose and tips in to place a tiny soft kitten kiss on my upper lip. Then the tip of his tongue pops out and he nips the tip of my nose. “Could fuckin’ eat ya up, Jezebel. Ma baby girl ‘ere in ma arms on top of the world…,” he rubs his nose along mine, “d’ya ‘ave any idea how much I adore ya? Whole world ligh’s up when I see ya.”

“Harry…,” I say smoothing my hand up his chest and twisting my fingers in the neck of his t-shirt.

“Mean, it, Lily…all of this is great…’m really fuckin’ proud an’ gra’eful fo’ this success, bu’ ‘s jus’ s’much swee’tah wi’ ya in ma life.” He leans forward and places another soft kiss to my lips and I open instinctually longing for his taste, and he needs no further invitation. He deepens the kiss and takes everything I’m offering. His hand tilts my head so he can have access to my mouth and his tongue dives deep and I softly suck on it and brush it with my own. He groans and pushes forward until I slide farther to the side almost to the low seat. His hand makes its way down my cheek across my collarbone and to my chest.

“Mmmm…,” I moan as the car rocks gently. I’m losing my breath and slowly falling under his spell. His hand works its way up my shirt to run his thumb back and forth over my erect nipple.

“Fuck, baby…rockin’ like when ya in the swing in the pink room,” he says as he runs his lips along my jaw to my ear. “Love ya…wan’ ya so bad,” he whispers in my ear emphasizing the “so”.

I close my eyes and stretch my neck to give him more…because that’s exactly what I want, more. I slide my hand up the inside of his thigh to palm his cock. He slides his hips forward until he is open further for my touch. He’s soft and I make it my mission to make him hard. It doesn’t take much. Biting his bottom lip and sucking it into my mouth gets a surge of blood I can feel through the zipper seam of his jeans.

“God damn, babe. Careful.”

“Does it feel good?” I ask as he pinches my nipple.

“Ya know it does,” he mutters.

“Yo H!? Have you made it to third base yet?  Can we please get off this thing, man?” Pauli yells from below.

Harry chuckles and drops his forehead to my chest. “Fuck, I forgot, I gotta signal to start back up again.”

“Did you…like, you had the operator stop us on purpose?” I ask with a giggle.

“Mm-hmm,” he answers against my breast. “Told ‘em I’d wave ya scarf when we were ready.”

“Oh my god, you’re crazy…we have gotta get these people off this ride, Harry!” I exclaim in embarrassment as I untie the scarf from my neck.

“Jesus, Jezebel, ‘m s’ hard.”

“I know, but you’re just gonna hafta wait until tomorrow night,” I say trying to sit up further and straighten my sweater twinset, “I want you very ready for me after the show, so it’s sleep tonight, play time tomorrow.”

“Wai’ a minu’ah...! I didn’ agree ta tha’…no’ one bit.” he says waving the pink scarf in the air. Suddenly the ride begins to move and everyone is clapping and cat calling. Has anyone’s face ever exploded from extreme blushing, I think to myself rolling my eyes.

“’M sorry, mister, but you work me up all the time and leave me hanging. Tonight it’s your turn,” I say smugly.

“Oh, really?! Tha’s jus’ cruel…,” he murmurs as he adjusts his cock in his jeans. “Fuckin’ tight jeans,” he says under his breath.

I suck in my lips to keep from giggling as the ride rotates and stops occasionally to let other riders off. I rub my hands together to warm them up and feel proud at my unexpected evil edging plan where he has to wait until tomorrow…He puts me through this every show, I watch and I wait…wet…for him. It won’t hurt him to suffer a little bit, because when I get a hold of him tomorrow night, I’m gonna rock his world.

Harry’s POV:

I purse my lips. I know she’s right…the anticipation will make it even better, but I need to be with her. I palm my cock as we exit the car. We hug everyone and then walk to the car where Cal is waiting.

She gets in and I follow her in and smirk. Waiting isn’t something she’s good at. Everytime I edge her, she begs me to fuck her so all I have to do is get her proper worked up and hope she folds.

“Ya hungry Jezebel?” I ask her in my most seductive voice, noticing the way she presses her thighs together.

“Yes, let’s have Cal stop somewhere.”

I draw my fingers up her arm and watch as goosebumps break out on her skin and I smirk. “Wha’ ya thinkin’ abou’?” I whisper, my lips just grazing her ear.

She licks her lips. “Ummm…I don’t…mmm…” she moans out as I kiss down her neck.

“Ya don’ know?”

“I don’t care. You pick it.”

“Ya’ve already said I can’ have wha’ I wan’…unless ya’ve changed ya mind an’ ya gon’ let me fuck ya?”

“Harry…”

“Wha’? I wan’ ta be buried deep inside ya an’ taste ma honey. If I can’ do tha’ then it’s ya choice.”

Her eyes flutter closed and she sighs. “That little restaurant by the house. That was really good. Let’s just go there.”

I shake my head. “Cal, we need to make a stop…”

***********************************************

Later that evening

I’ve tried everything I can to get her to give in, but she’s still holding out on me. We’re laying in bed, making out and I want her so bad but truth be told after my swim in the pool after dinner, I’m getting tired. I pull back and trail my fingers down her face. “I love ya Jezebel. I give. I’ll wait fo’ ya.”

She smiles and kisses me. “It’ll be worth it tomorrow, I promise.”

It’s been a long night and morning. We’ve both been extra touchy. I’m actually not sure that there’s a moment all day that we haven’t been touching each other except for when we went for a swim. She’s still not into cold water swimming but she joined me for a swim in a warm pool. She’s sitting next to me in the Rover on the way to The Forum, my hand on her thigh and her hand covering mine. I’m literally counting down the hours until I can get her naked and beneath me.

I know she’s feeling it too. She keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs, biting her lip, and gripping my hand hard.

“Ya gon’ be ready fo’ me after?” I ask her on the way.

She turns her head to meet my eyes. “The question is: Are you gonna be ready for me?”

My eyes flick to her mouth and then back to her eyes. “Been ready fo’ ya since las’ nigh’, Jezebel.”

“Me too.”

We have a light dinner and then soundcheck and then it’s time to get ready. My hairdresser is just about to put on my Danny Zuko wig when I hear the keypad on the door beep and then my beautiful Jezebel comes through the door and my mouth drops open.

She does a twirl showing off her Sandy cheerleader costume - red skirt, crinoline, white Keds and bobby socks, white sweater that says ‘HARRYWEEN’ that matches my leather jacket instead of Rydell and pearls.

“You like?”

I don’t even answer her. “Can ya leave us fo’ a minute?” I ask my team. I watch as they put down their things and exit and Lily blushes.

“What’re you up to?” She says as I stand and move toward her.

Her eyes move down my body, taking in my tight black jeans and black muscle shirt and she licks her lips.

“Ya like?”

She nods her head, biting her bottom lip.

“C’mere,” I whisper, pulling her flush to me.

She wraps her arms around my neck and I don’t waste a minute before I press my lips to hers and push her back toward the sofa. I break away long enough to lower her to the seat of the sofa and then kneel down in front of her, my lips attaching to her neck.

Her hands tangle in my hair and my hands slide up her legs, pushing her skirt and crinoline up. I dip my head down and kiss up her thighs as my hands move the material up over her skin. I look up and see her eyes closed, chest heaving and then push her skirt up over her tummy. My mouth drops open when I see her panties - they match the back of my leather jacket, HARRYWEEN written in red crystals. My fingers gently move over the crystals and she whimpers above me and I pull the ties on the sides revealing her wet cunt to me. I lick my lips. “Wanna taste ma honey, Jezebel. Gon’ tell me no?”

She whimpers and pulls my hair. “No! Please…”

I smile as I grab her hips and pull her close to me, licking a stripe up her slit. I groan against her flesh. She’s wet and she tastes so good. My thumbs pull her lips back and I lick her clit with the tip of my tongue until she grips my hair harder and I know that she’s ready for more.

She cries out my name as I latch onto her clit, sucking it into my mouth, tongue working against her quickly. I’m ravenous, and push in closer, my nose digging into her mound. She’s close, I can tell. Her thighs are shaking and her back arching. I pop off and then lick a hard stripe up her slit, pressing in hard before pulling back.

She cries out at the loss of my mouth. “Mmmmm…fuck….NO!”

I tie her panties and pull her skirt and crinoline down. “I’d kiss ya Jezebel bu’ ‘m goin’ ou’ there wi’ ya honey on ma face tonigh’.”

She rises with a tumble and lurches forward with a fumble before I catch her by her shoulders and turn her toward the door. I pull her back toward me, “Door’s tha’ way, love,” I say with a smirk and give her a slight nudge. The door opens to a team of people waiting to finish me up and Bella who is decked out head to toe, including the big hair and what has to be a rather busty prosthetic set of tits, because she looks like she might fall over… forward. I smirk and think about how happy Gavin will be when he sees his little Bella quite outdone.  

“Bella,” I say and nod. ‘Les’ ge’ finished,” I say to the group and they file in and take their usual places.

I look at Bella and say, “Take care of ma girl tanigh’?”

Bella looks at Lily and furrows her brow, “Always, H…What that hell, is she drunk…? Harry! Did you get her drunk!?”

Lily perks up to that and slurs, “Nah, ’m good, Bellss, le’s juss go fine our sseats.”

“Oookkaaayy…” she says skeptically.

When I close the door, I suck in my lips and taste her one more time. I can smell her on my chin, taste her on my lips…I turn away from the room and adjust myself inhaling deeply.  I might just have fucked myself over with this little game because I gotta do a high profile show tonight, with a very needy hard cock.

Lily’s POV:

Bella and I begin our trek to our designated spot with Bella looking at me like I’ve lost my ever lovin’ mind. Fuck, I may have. He’s such an evil menace, my man. For all his sweet charms, he can deliver a round of sexual edging like no other. He has the greatest grasp of delayed gratification…I challenge anyone to have his stamina and patience for the slow burn… “Get a grip,” I say as we walk down the hall.

“Hmm? What did you say?” Bella asks threading her fingers with mine.

“Oh, nothing, just talking to myself.”

“Are you gonna tell me what the fuck is wrong with you?” she asks squeezing my fingers.

“No…can’t really…just…Bella, I’m so in love with that man…I want him so much.”

“Well, darlin’ so does most of the world, but guess what? He wants YOU like he wants no other.”

I smile and drop my head to her shoulder as we walk, “He does, doesn’t he…”

“Yes ma’am, he sure does.”

I float the rest of the way to the VIP section.

*****An hour later*****

The costumes on the fans are second to none! Harry throws a Halloween party like no other. But then again, he does have fans like no other as well. There are those who have dressed like him from different eras, fairies, frogs, cats, toys…there is an incredible Strawberry Shortcake that everyone can’t get enough of…her costume is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The number of feather boas has increased dramatically and everyone seems to be extremely high on life. “High on Harry” is what Bella called it. She’s not wrong. The buzz is as intense as I’ve ever seen it. And, of course, the big question is what will Harry and the band be dressed as. It’s really going to be fun to see how everyone reacts.

The crowd on the other side begins to scream and I see the heads of his security grouped together moving along so I know his box is being wheeled in. Damn it! I meant to kiss him once he got in tonight, but, fuck, if he didn’t derail that idea with one of his own. The only consolation I take is that he must be feeling as desperate as I do.  

The slow music begins to fade…not much longer now. Suddenly Bella pulls away and Gavin is there with his headphones on. He grins and hands her a white envelope and lays quite the kiss on her before he runs off to his spot. Bella gets turns back to me, “What’s that all about?”

“I don’t know,” she says with a shrug about to rip into the envelope.  

I see the front and stop her, “Wait! It says something on the front!” I twist it over in her hand and see it reads, “Don’t open until LOML!”

“Oooo Bella…Love Of My Life…that boy is totally taken with you….”

She holds the envelope to her chest and closes her eyes with emotion. “I love him so much!”

Suddenly the screams ramp up as the band begins to make their way onto the stage.  

I let out a breath and just let myself feel the energy from the crowd. This was my favorite part of his concert before we were together when I was just a fan pining away for him and it still is. I smile because it really is edging…that almost heart stoppingly beautiful pain you get right before he comes on stage. The words start and then he pops up from his little trap door and ‘Daydreaming’ starts and the crowd goes insane when they see him dressed as Danny Zuko, wig, sideburns, and all. It’s a deafening roar but I can tell by the look on his face that he’s enjoying the surprise he pulled off. I’m almost just as surprised as they are. I’d seen some of it but not the whole thing put together with the wig and sideburns. He looks amazing and I can tell that he’s into this cosplay.

By the time Adore You starts up, he’s moving around the stage and I gasp as the lights hit his chin and I see the shine of my honey on his chin. My mouth is a perfect O of surprise and he notices and blows me a kiss before he prances to the other side of the stage.

“Are you ok?” Bella asks me.

I close my mouth and nod. How can I explain any of this right now?

“Uhh…yeah, I’m good!” I say over the crowd screaming.

“You sure?  You’re acting so weird tonight, Lil?”

“No,” I say shaking my head, “I’m good, really, don’t worry…I’m happy, very happy…doesn’t he look amazing!?” I say clapping my hands and hoping up and down.

“Yes, he looks sooo good! And right now, you look like his personal cheerleader,” she says wiggling her eyebrows.

I look down and giggle, “Well, I hadn’t thought of that…yeah, I suppose I am…I’m definitely his number one fan, but don’t tell any of these lovely people, they’ll beg to differ!”

“Lily! Lily! Lily! Smile for us!” I hear calling from one side and there stands four adorable teenage girls all dressed in pink poodle skirts and matching Pink Lady jackets.

I cover my mouth with my hand and then applaud them in dramatic fashion, “How did you know!!!??,” I call out to them pointing to their outfits.

“We didn’t! We didn’t! This was our mom’s idea!” they turn and point behind them and I see two lovely ladies also dressed in poodles skirts, theirs black with pink poodles and black leather jackets. I wave and offer an applauding gesture to them as well. “Very very nice!” I call out in their direction.

Bella and I pose and they take a quick shot.  I pull out my phone and turn my back to them to take a selfie with them in the background.  I assure them I will send the picture to them and promise to show Harry as soon as I can. I ask one of the security guys standing by to get their information.

Things on stage slow down and Harry moves close by. I know Matilda is next and then Little Freak, our song. Tonight I sure hope he’s gonna be a little freak, because I’m certainly gonna try to be his Jezebel.

I sigh as Little Freak starts up and he moves to my side of the stage. He always sings this song to the side I’m standing on which takes my breath away. I’m nearly in tears by the time he’s done singing. That song means so much to us and I still can’t believe it took so long for me to figure it out.

Bella and I go crazy dancing and singing to Satellite and I’m not prepared for the sexy slowdown of Cinema. When he comes to my side of the stage and sings ‘getting yourself wet for me,” his hand slides down the front of his pants and then he rubs his thumb on his chin and licks it and I can feel myself blush. I glare at him and he laughs his little laugh and then bounds off to another part of the stage.

“He’s a menace,” I grumble to myself hoping Bella doesn’t notice.

Love of My Life starts and Bella hands me the envelope and I pull it open. It’s dark so Bella pulls out her phone and uses the flashlight so I can read the message:

The next song is dedicated to you tonight, Jezebel. I can’t say it out loud but wanted you to know.

I furrow my brow trying to figure out what he could be singing and then I hear the opening chords and my mouth falls open. Tears fall down my face as he starts singing Hopelessly Devoted. How did I ever get so lucky?

Harry’s POV:

I close the song and take just a moment to stare…probably with the dumbest smile on my face.

She’s so fuckin’ gorgeous…the light might be dim, but I can see her eyes and I see the tears. She stands with her hands together in a prayer position against her lips. She has no idea how fucking idea how hopelessly devoted I am to her. I see more of her than anyone else; well beyond her looks…I see that gentleness, the kindness, the courage, that sweetness…I see her desires and passion. She’s mine for forever. It’s time for Sign Of The Times, I better get to my spot. I wanna kiss her so goddamn much right now. I smile and turn from her with a blink of my eyes.

I finish up Sign Of The Times and walk back toward center stage. The crowd tonight is out of this world. It’s beyond inspiring and equal parts exciting and scary as fuck…I sure as shit hope I can keep up with these folks. I glance over to find Lily and she’s not there. Neither is Bella…I start scanning to see if I missed something. Then Mitch nods me over so I step toward him.

“She’s ok, said she’d see ya after,” he says with a shrug.

I nod with a questioning look to which he shrugs again. The intro to As It Was begins and I go back to work.

This fuckin’ wig is hot, Jesus.

Lily’s POV:

Bella and I finish up my make-up with a layer of red lipstick and she does a final fluff on my hair. These leather pants are basically skin tight leggings that fit beautifully. I had to lose my bra in order to wear the tight off the shoulder shirt.

“Holy shit, Lily!” Bella squeals louder than I would’ve liked. “You look so fucking hot…you are so getting it good tonight!”

I smirk at her from under my false eyelashes. “Oh, I plan on it, B. I made him wait last night…which he was not happy about.”

Bella gasps. “You didn’t?!”

I nod. “He’s always edging me! It’s about time I paid him back.”

“Jesus…I…well, he’ll be ready for you then,” Bella says, eyes wide.

“I’m sorry if that was TMI.”

“Ummm, no…it wasn’t. It’s just…well…”

“It’s what?”

“This is just a whole new side of you, Lily. You never seemed very interested in sex. Or you never really talked about it, I guess. It’s just different is all.”

I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh. If she only knew the dirty thoughts I used to have about Harry. “Believe me, I was very interested in sex…but most of my thoughts were about H and it was just too weird to talk about, yanno?”

Bella nods her head. “I get it. Goddd…you actually got what you always wanted. He’s soooo into you…you can just tell. You guys are intense.”

I smile. “I did, didn’t I? I still have to pinch myself sometimes.” I look around for my black leather jacket and slip it on. “Let’s go put my plan in action, yeah?”

Bella smiles and nods. “I hope Gavin can leave early tonight too!”

We giggle as we head back down the hallway and to the tunnel where the Rover is parked. I kiss Bella on the cheek and she makes her way back to the pit to wait for Gavin.

Cal gets out of the car and opens the door for me. I roll the window down so I can hand the cigarette to him as soon as I’m done with it. “Ya look great, Lily.”

“Thank you.” I hear the last chorus of Kiwi start and Cal knows exactly what to do. He lights the cigarette and hands it to me and I pose seductively and then we wait.

A couple of minutes later, the door opens and then he’s climbing in the car next to me, his eyes wide in shock.

“Lily?!”

“Tell me about it, stud,” I say in my sexiest voice and take a drag from the cigarette blowing the smoke out and handing the cigarette to Cal who takes it from me and smirks.

Harry leans over me and rolls the window up.

Harry’s POV:

I look her up and down and run my hands up her thighs. “Jesus, never seen ya in leather, 's fuckin' hot," I say, biting my bottom lip. “Dinna 'no I had a thing fo' leather, bu’ damn it feels good on ya.” I inhale a deep breath. “Smells good on ya ta.”  

She just smiles at me, her eyes boring into mine. “This why ya left early?”

She nods.

My hands slide to the waistband of her skin tight pants and I pull them down just enough to see what she’s wearing underneath. “Tha's my girl, badass wi" a little pink unda'neath," I breathe out as my finger runs down the crease where the fabric has molded to her slit.

She moans as my fingers run up and down the leather.

“When we get home, will you do something for me?" She asks softly against my lips.

"Anythin', baby," I tell her, nonchalantly as I kiss to her ear, one hand on her neck.

“I want you to spank me with your rings on,” she murmurs, giving me more access to her neck.

I grin against the skin of her neck as I slowly kiss back up to her face, "Yeah? Ya wanna feel the sting, hmm?"

"Yes!! I w-wanna f-feel the sting,” she says as my hand moves to cup her throat and my eyes fix steadily on hers judging her reaction, "Spank ya, 'f ya lemme clamp these nipples ta,” as my other hand runs up her shirt to her heavy, sensitive tits bare and oh so needy. “Everytime I spank ya, those clamps are gonna swing. Ya ready fo' it?"

She whimpers out a yes.

"Ya wan' me ta spank ya hard?"

Smiling, she grabs a handful of curls on the back of my neck, "Hard enough for you to kiss it better," she says, teasing.

"Oh, I'll kiss it bet-tah Jezebel, don' ya worry,” I tell her kissing her mouth. “Baby, ya really askin' fo' it tanigh’, hmm…leather's go’ ya all fiesty fo' me,” I mumble against her jaw before I nip it with my teeth.

“I need you now. Why can’t we go faster?” She whines.

"Wan' me ta take ya fast first, then lemme play, hmm...?" I ask her, cupping her breast, squeezing and massaging before pinching the nipple between my fingers. "Bend ya over the chair, spank ya arse for bein' so impatient an' leavin' ma show early," I whisper, licking the shell of her ear. “Then push these leathers ta ya knees an' fuck ya hard. Ya wan' tha'...hmm?

She whimpers in response.

“Goddamn, neck smells s'good..." My hand moves from her breast to her neck and my fingers feel warm as they wrap around her throat. My thumb pushes against her chin moving her head to the side so I can lick a line from her ear. “Doesn' scare ya wi' ma 'and here does it?"

"No, love it...nothing to be scared of. You’d never hurt me,” she says softly.

I pull her face around to see me, my eyes serious. “Tha's righ', never hurt ya.”

She’s panting in anticipation.

"Harry..."

"I know, Jezebel, I know. Gotta wait tho. Don' worry, we'll be there soon enough an' 'Il make it worth the wait."

Her eyes flutter closed and she whines.

"No' usually this antsy, Jezebel. Don' get me wrong, I love it when ya feral fo' me,” he says, smirking against her lIps.

Finally, Cal pulls up to the gate and the time he takes to type in the code is just about too long in my opinion. My girl needs me… she needs to be satisfied in a way only I can satisfy her and fuck knows that makes me hard as a rock. The light from Cal’s open window is just enough to let me see her tits poking through that tight shirt. Her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths…yeah, she’s barely hanging on. I’m the lucky bastard who gets to watch her fall over. Fuck! Cal missed the code! Jesus, doesn’t he know! Frustration and desire that’s borderline painful…killin’ me! I lean over to Lily and nuzzle her ear.

“Soon, Jezebel, soon….Mmm…smell of leather an’ you is fuckin’ killin’ me….”

She whines and turns her face toward mine. “Need you, H…,” she says against my lips.

The car lurches forward and pulls into the garage. Cal turns to us with a grin, “Alright lovebirds, I’ll leave you to it…have a, uh-hm, lovely night.”

“Nigh’ Cal, thanks fo’ ever’thin’. Kiss Cecily an’ the kids fo’ us.” I turn to look at Lily and she’s flushed and only manages a soft, “Yeah, thanks…” My girl is totally blissed out and ready.

I manage to get her out and as soon as Cal is behind the garage door I press the button to close it and turn back to her. She looks like a sex dream. But I need that wig off. I want my baby’s real hair, to touch and smell and pull. “Take the wig off, Jezebel.” She’s stood stiff against the fender of the Rover. She reaches up and pulls the wig off and tosses it to the hood. She fluffs her beautiful hair and it looks like it does right after we’ve had a particularly long session in the pink room…sexy as fuck. I take the few steps to her and reach around her waist and pull her in tight. “Feel me? ‘M s’hard. Ya wet?” She nods her head with a swallow. I grab her bum, “Up.” She jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist…my hands full of her leather covered ass. I pop her up on the edge of the car and attack her mouth. She grabs the hair on the back of my head and pulls just the way I love it. She’s whining and closing her thighs around me tighter and tighter. One day I’m gonna fuck her on the car…but not tonight. I turn and bumble from the car to the wall by the door…she tastes so fucking good even with the slight trace of nicotine on her tongue. We make it through the door, the kitchen and land against the couch on our way to the bedroom. I drop her to he feet and step away to take a long look again. She bites her bottom lip. Her shirt down low on one side her tit just centimeters from spilling out. My eyes flutter and I press my palm against my cock shaking my head attempting to get some semblance of control.

Lily’s POV:

“No idea wha’ ya do ta me, do ya Jezebel?” he says as I turn turn against the back of the sofa and show him my bum. I wanna remind him of what it is I want.

“I’m all yours H,” I say looking over my shoulder and running my hand along my presented bum. He grabs that hand and leans forward to kiss my fingers and then gentle places it back on the edge of the sofa. “Stay still, love. Understood?”

I whimper out a yes as my eyes flutter closed in anticipation.

I know he’s gonna pull his hand back and strike but I don’t know when and I can feel myself drip in my panties.

“Ya asked fo’ this so ya must wan’ it pretty bad, hmmm?” His nose nuzzling my neck, lips by my ear.

“Tell me, Jezebel…did ya fantasize abou’ this befo’ we go’ together?”

I nod, biting down on my lip hard.

“I always wondered…I mean… I…” THWACK a blow lands on the leather and my right bottom cheek stings, deliciously. “Answer me, Jezebel.”

I let out a whine and groan at the same time and bite down harder on my bottom lip. “Ha…Harry…yes! God yes…” I slur. “Tell me…did it make ya wet?”

He lands another smack on my other cheek a little harder. “Ahhhh! Fuck, yes! I…mmm…made me so wet…” I pant out, head falling forward.

He reaches around my waist and pops the button and unzips the zipper on my pants. He peels the them down just to my thighs. Then his hands leave me. Feeling loss from the sensation, I turn my head to find him just staring. It causes me to push out my bum a little farther, before he finally reaches soft fingers out to run along his pink hand prints. “Sting?”

“A little,” I say softly.

“this make it better?” He says leaning down to kiss the pink print.

“Touch yourself Jezebel, wanna see your fingers on my cunt”.

I reach down and run my middle finger down my slit to gather some wetness and back up to my clit where I slowly circle. The sensation is almost painful after the long wait. Just as I catch a rhythm, THWACK! He lands another smack on my bare skin. I bite my lip on a scream.

“Don’ bite ya lip, Jezebel. These’re ma screams an’ I wanna hear’em, yeah?”

I nod, panting.

“Don’ stop. Ya gon’ cum like fo’ me.”

I whimper and start my slow circling, my tummy quivering. I jolt forward as he lands another smack and this time I scream his name out.

He smirks and rubs my pink bum cheeks. “Wan’ ma fingers or ya wan’ another smack?”

I grit my teeth. “One more smack and then make me cum, please!”

I know he’s smirking even though I can’t see it and I whimper as his hands massage my pink cheeks. It hurts and probably will for the next couple of days but it also feels really good to empty my mind and give myself over to him - to our play. I turn my head and meet his stare. “Turn your initial rings around for this one. Need your initials on my skin.” I’m panting and wet…I can feel my wetness on my inner thighs.

His nostrils flair and he puffs out a breath but he holds my stare as he turns his rings around.

I turn my head back forward and take a deep breath and I wait.

His hand hits low on my bum cheek, hard and I jolt forward a scream leaving my throat as I fall over the arm of the couch, my pussy pulsing with need.

Harry’s POV:

She’s breathing so hard and that’s when I hear it…a gentle sob. Oh fuck, I’ve hurt her! “Jesus, Lily…,” I pull her up and against my chest as I wrap one around her chest and the other around her waist, her bare bum nestled against my tented jeans. “I’m s’ sorry, fuck! I won’ do it again, never…,” I plead, almost in tears myself.

“No! No…i-it’s n-not that. ‘s just… I was supposed ta seduce you and now I c-c-can’t w-wait…I-I n-need to cum..stings in my tummy,” she mumbles.

I smile against her ear, “Shh…baby…’s alrigh’. I’ll make ya cum, then we can grab a shower an’ ya can seduce me all ya wan’ darlin’.” I slide my hand down to where her pussy is waiting for attention. Her leathers are still around her thighs, she’s the sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever known…all wet and ready for my fingers. “Turn ya head ta me, love…wanna see ya face when ya cum on ma fingers.” I slip my middle and ring finger between her pussy lips and still, just soaking in her warm, sweet, slippery honey. I can’t resist, I pull away and bring my fingers to our touching lips. She slides her hand around my wrist and holds my hand still as we both lick them clean. Our tongues tangle around my fingers the pink polish looks hot on her tongue. I pull them away and she takes a last swipe at her bottom lip and I rut my hips into her bum. I waste no time returning to circle her clit before I push them in deep. She’s tight, clenched down. I scissor my fingers just to remind her how I’m gonna open her up later. She moans once, and I pump them again making sure to curl them against my spot. I hold deep and pump up and down like I know she likes and it doesn’t take long before I feel the familiar fluttering and hear that sexy high-pitched moan. Her abs are contracting, and I know she’s lost. She’s losing her footing. “’ve got ya, don’ stop…keep goin’ Jezebel, understand.”  She whimpers and whines as the orgasm takes her over. Her head back on my shoulder, her mouth open in a perfect O. She grimaces as she finishes. Goddammit! There isn’t a thing in the world that compares to my Jezebel when she cums.

Lily’s POV:

My eyes close as I try and catch my breath. I can feel my cheeks burn in embarrassment as he kisses my temple. I always get embarrassed after an intense spanking.

“Know ya embarrassed, Jezebel. No reason ta be.”

“Mmmm…can’t help it. It’s intense being this vulnerable with you,” I say softly.

“I know, baby, I know,” he says as he pushes my arms to the arm of the couch. His hands slide down my sides to where my pants are around my thighs and he pushes them down my legs, gently taking off my shoes as he pulls my feet out of my leathers.

I inhale a sharp breath as he presses a kiss to my lower cheek. I know that’s where his initials are welted up on my skin.

“C’mon Jezebel. I need a shower an’ I’ll put some cream on ya bum.”

“Ok,” I say, moving slowly up the stairs.

He’s so close to me I can feel his body heat as we make our way to the bedroom and the en-suite.

I move to the vanity to take off my makeup as he hits the controls on the shower. I watch through the mirror as he takes off the wig and hear his audible sigh of relief. We just watch as we undress, eyes roving each other bodies. I bite my lip as I watch him twist off his heavy rings and place them in the bowl he keeps them in until he puts them away properly.

He smirks at me and holds out his hand, silently asking me to join him.

I watch as he showers, the water running down his taut skin. “Does it help showering after a show?”

He pushes his hair out of his face and runs his hand down his face as he moves to stand in front of me. “It does, yeah. It grounds me,” he says eyes boring into mine.

“I wish I had some sexy lingerie to put on for you.”

He lets out an incredulous breath, “Fuck baby, don’ care abou’ tha’. Jus’ wan’ ya ta take me ta our happy place.”

I search his eyes trying to gauge his honesty, “But it’s like you putting on a costume or a tour outfit…it heightens it.”

He softly strokes the sides of my cheeks with the back of his knuckles, “Tha’s ma job, Jezebel. Tha’s wha’ pays the bills. S’no’ who I am.” He sighs. “It’s part of me, bu’ no’ who I am wi’ ya…’m jus’ ya Harry an’ ‘m lucky everyday tha’ ya love me fo’ me.”

“I DO love you for you…I love what you do and am so proud of you, but I would be proud of you if you decided to be a baker in a bakery,” I say with a sly smile.

He laughs that breathy laugh that gets me every time and leans down to place a soft kiss to my lips…just a touch… “I love ya Lily, so so much,” he says against my lips.

I decide it’s time to take a little more control of my seduction plan. I lick out against his lips, soft little licks. He groans and pushes my head back trying to force a kiss. I pull back and he follows, his mouth and tongue reaching for me. His eyes narrow and he pushes even farther, soon I’ve pulled back far enough my back is against the tile and his need for a kiss his reached a fervor. I stop him with my fingers on his chin, “H, we need to finish in here, because I need you to kiss my lips.”

“’M tryin’, baby…open fo’ me,” he says putting both hands on the tile on either side of my head.

I turn my head, “Those lips have to wait, tonight your next kiss will be on my other lips.” I duck under his arm and get under one of the showerheads and begin my showering routine. I look over to see him smirk and drop his head as if he’s both proud and annoyed at me. I suck in my lips to avoid a laugh and begin to whistle as I work the lather down my body.

Harry’s POV:

Jesus, so it’s gonna be like that tonight? She’s got a plan…a very proud plan and my cock will have to wait. To be fair, her taking the sex reins is sexy as hell so I can wait a little longer to see what she has planned. I turn to my shower head and stand under the hot water as it drowns out the sound of crowds and screams…the only screams I wanna hear now come from that little soaped up thing standing next to me. She so beautiful. Her body is perfect in every way, I love how healthy she looks and soft, full and lush in all the right places, taunt and strong in others.  She’s all woman… all my woman.

We both finish up and step out and help each other dry off. I brush my teeth and kiss the top of her head as she finishes putting stuff on her face. Swears she needs it to stay looking young. I step into the bedroom and flop on my back happy to be off my feet. I should be ready to fall asleep, but I’m keyed up, not just from the show at The Forum…but also from the show at home. She comes in and stops in the door way of the bathroom rubbing lotion into her hands. She stares at me…and mouths “I love you”.  No words just her mouth speaking to me from her heart. I reach my hand out for her to come to me.

Lily’s POV:

God, he’s lying there, naked, just waiting for me. His skin is flushed from the hot shower and his hair is a tousled mess. He reaches up with his other hand and pushes it off his forehead and twists it like he has a habit of doing, especially if he wants to clip it.

“Want a clip?” I ask curiously as I take his hand and start to crawl up on the big king size bed.

He shakes his head no with a smirk.

“Harry, I’m gonna need you to use your words tonight,” I say as I settle, straddled over top of his hips.

He groans as I settle over the underside of his cock and his hands settle on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh.

I know that this is him trying to take back some control but that’s not part of my plan. My hands go to his and pry them from my skin, threading my fingers with his and pulling his arms up over his head.

“Fuck,” he whispers as my pussy moves over his dick.

I press my breasts down to his chest, running my nipples over his. I smirk when I hear another groan from him and watch as his eyes flutter closed.

“Kiss me, Jezebel. Please,” he rasps out as he opens his eyes and looks into mine.

I smile and press my lips to his. He’s needy, I can tell as he lifts his head to try and take the kids deeper. I pull my lips back from his mouth and his head drops back to the pillow. I lick my lips and gently pull my fingers from his and wrap his hands around the slats in the headboard.

His breath picks up. “Jezebel,” he says, licking his lips.

“I know, baby, I know. My bum is to sore for your hands right now anyways…does that make you harder?”

“Fuck! Jesus, Jezebel,” he says as his hips push up against me.

“It’s a good thing this bed had slats, H. Don’t move you hands unless I say you can. Understand?"

“Fuck, babe...yeah."

“Do you remember our safe word?" He swallows hard, "rainbow.”

I crawl up his chest and tease him, "You want my honey, H?" I ask him as my hands go to my nipples and I tug them.

“Fuck, Jezebel. Need ya honey. Lemme ‘ave it. Can feel ya honey on ma chest.”

“I’m so wet. You did this to me,” I tell him, meeting his eyes.

“C-C’mere,” he pants out, licking his lips.

I pull his hands away from the headboard and use them for leverage to get into position before replacing his hands. I shiver as I feel him breathe on my most sensitive part and I just catch his smirk before I lower down onto his beautiful mouth.

I gasp as I feel his tongue lick a hard stripe up my slit and my hands instinctively tangle in his curls.

“Mmmm…ohhh, fuck,” I pant out as he sucks my clit in his mouth.

He pulls one of his hands off and grabs my thigh and I pull up. “Uh um, where are your hands supposed to be, Harry?"

“Fuck,” he breathes out as he moves his hand back in place.

I bite my bottom lip as he opens his mouth and I lower back down, gasping as his tongue darts out and licks a hard stripe. I can’t believe I get to have him like this after literal years of fantasizing about him. He sucks my clit back into his mouth, his tongue working furiously against it and I tug his curls hard as his name leaves my mouth over and over.

“Gonna, fuck, fuck, fuck, gonna CUM!” My voice raising as the damn breaks and I cum, my hips moving over his mouth of its own accord.

Harry’s POV:

She fucks my face so beautifully and then… my beautiful girl… my sweet Jezebel, looks down at me with her hands in my hair and pants, “Be good for me, H…lick me clean….” Her eyes are glazed over and her thighs are quivering against the inside of my upstretched arms. She’s so fucked out, her brain is just relaying her primal thoughts and needs. I love it when she’s like this…bare…raw and open, because I know she’s trusting me with her most vulnerable moments. It makes me proud and I can’t help the smirk against her lips…her soft, wet, swollen pussy lips. She half smiles down at me through glazed expression and I capture her eyes and make a moment out of opening my mouth to her cunt…my cunt. My upper lip rakes along her clit as I use my tongue to open her up and lap at the honey she’s left for me. It shouldn’t be so fuckin’ good to taste her. She tastes earthy and sweet on my tongue, like ocean air and berries. She uses one hand to reach down and push her lips open for me.  She’s feeding me her honey…her head rolls back and her hips shiver. I pull back and place soft kisses all over her wet raspberry skin and her little pearl of a clit poking out proud and satisfied. I want her to cum again, God, I want make her cum forever.

“Jesus, Lily….ya were a Jezebel all those years, hmm?”

She whimpers above me, her chin on her chest. “Mmm I guess…yeah.” Suddenly she lets go of my hair and reaches back to grab my cock. How the fuck am I gonna make it through this? I need to fuck her. I close my eyes and inhale deeply…doesn’t help because all I can smell her sex.

“Sllleeee…Oooo, that smarts,” she says sitting back up rubbing her arse.

My brows furrow. I hate to see her in pain, especially if it’s pain that I caused her. “‘M s’sorry, Jezebel. Did I go ta hard on ya?”

She shakes her head no. “No, no, no. It’s just fresh is all.” She moves back further on my chest and flips around. “Kiss it better, Harry.”

“Fuck, baby. C’mere,” I say grabbing her hips, pulling her bum to my mouth, and I place soft kisses all over her perfect arse, my nose pressed against her skin, while she whimpers. I pull back and run my fingers softy from her shoulders down her back.

She turns her head to look back at me and smiles. “Hands back on the slats, baby,” she says as she slides down my body until she reaches my dick.

I groan but reach up to grip the headboard and I watch as she lifts up, hand grabbing my dick, and takes me inside her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I pant out. I’ve never seen it from this angle and fuck if it’s not one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

“Mmmm…Harry…” she breathes out as she starts moving back and forth. She feels so good and I’ve been waiting so long, my knuckles turn white on the headboard as I watch my initials on her bum as she starts bouncing on my dick.

“I wish ya could see wha’ ‘m seein’, Jezebel. Jesus, ‘m gonna film ya one day, promise.”

She’s doing so good…she’s propped forward her hands braced on my shins. On the next down thrust she stops and swivels her hips while she takes me deep. I watch her head drop down to where we’re connected and she smooths her hand up my leg to reach down between us and cup my balls. I can feel them tighten and draw up and she stops touching for a second and then hovers her hand like she doesn’t know what to do.

“They just got tight, H!” she whisper-shouts with wonder and a flex of her muscles that almost sends me to the moon.

Panting I reply, “Yeah, love, they do tha’ when ya touch ‘em an’ ‘m fuckin’ ya.  ‘M ready ta blow, uhhh…darlin’, …Jesus, Jezebel, careful….” Her curiosity is palpable tonight. She’s tracing the line down the middle of them to just above my arse and swirling her finger on the skin there. “JESUS…FUCK! Baby, please, please lemme touch ya…wanna be close when I cum tanight…”

She starts to shake her head no…unacceptable.  

“Baby, please, need ma arms ‘round ya…ungh, ungh…waitwaitwait! Don’t make me cum, yet…please!”

“You’ve waited all night!”

I keep popping my head up off the pillow and flopping it back down. Control, Styles! To play “God Save The Queen” on the acoustic, I start with a B-flat… swear to god, I need to recite anything to calm down at the moment. “Get a grip, Styles…” I chastise to myself softly.

“Please lemme touch ya,”

She stops her movements and pulls her hands back and turns to look at me. Biting her bottom lip she shakes her head yes and I immediately remove my hands and reach up to scratch my fingernails down her back slowly and then back up lightly. “C’mon, Jezebel, gimme a shiver,” I whisper on a swallow.

She shivers deeply and I lean forward to wrap my arms around her shoulder’s arms tight to her sides. “I wanna fuck, Lily…please lemme fuck you?” I can feel her tits below my arms…her nipples are hard and they hang heavy and low.

“How do you always do this, H. Somehow you always end up in control…and I’m afraid I love it too much.” I flex my hips and grind up into her.

“Mmmm…Haaaarrryy, God…please don’t stop….”

“Hold on darlin’,” I push her up and off with a grimace at the loss, but I need leverage. I pull my knees under my thighs and help her to where she’s on her knees, legs along side mine and sit her back on my cock proper. She leans back to where her back is against my chest.  I slide my hand down to where I’m buried inside her. Jesus, she’s so juicy and swollen. Her thighs are wide open and my dick is deep causing her to drip to my balls.

I kiss her shoulder and lean in to her ear.  “Ready?”

Lily’s POV:

I lean my head back onto his shoulder and kiss his neck. He feels so good against me. He’s so warm and sturdy and he smells so good I can’t help but smile. “Mmmm…make me cum, Harry,” I say in my most seductive voice, licking his jaw.

“Fucks sake, Jezebel,” he says as he moves his hips against mine.

I gasp as his large hand moves from under my tits and I watch as it moves to my mound and he starts moving rhythmically back and forth over my swollen clit.

“Ya s’wet, baby. Hear tha’?”

My hands grip his arm that’s wrapped around me and I nod. “Hahhhh…ohhhh…fuck!” I cry out as his pace picks up.

“C’mon baby, gotta cum fo’ me. Can’ hold it much longer…gonna cum!” He pants against my shoulder before sinking his teeth in my tender skin and that’s all it takes for me to cum. All I can hear is the rush of blood in my ears but I feel him still behind me and his arm tighten around me as the pleasure takes over from my toes to my scalp.

I don’t know how long it lasts but it feels like it goes on forever and I slump forward panting, as I try and come back to earth.

He’s heavy against my back, his breath hot on my neck and I feel him press kisses to my neck and shoulder. “I love ya, Jezebel. Love ya s’much.”

“I love you Harry…God, that was so good.” I feel a shudder of sexual adrenaline run through my body and he inhales sharply when it happens. I love feeling full of him. When he’s inside me, it’s the closest we can get and I hate having to lose that connection. My pussy flutters thinking about him being inside me… Wait… wha… I… is he? I furrow my brows in consternation…and turn my head so slightly. “H…are you?” I clench my pussy around him…oh my god… “Harry…?”

“Hmm, babe?” he answers his lips against my shoulder.

“Are you still…hard?” I say softly pulling my head back to meet his stare.

“Fuck...,” he flexes his hips, “Yeah, baby...'s never happened, before... Can...ya take more?"

I bring my hand up to stroke the side of his cheek.  I smile and search his eyes. “Yeah…always take more of you…as much as you want, H.”

He shakes his head, “No…no…as much as WE wan’…don’ wan’ it if ya don’ wan’ it ta. Turn 'roun' Jezebel, wrap yaself ‘round me." I pull off him with a whimper and turn to look in his eyes…he’s so fucking soft right now. "C'mere, swee'eart, need ma kisses."

Harry’s POV:

She turns around with my hands on her hips to steady her with the sweetest smile in her face. A fulfilled, satisfied smile…but there’s something there in her eyes…a slight shadow…she’s needy. She needs intimacy. Thank fuck, my cock is apparently in tune…because he’s needy too. Apparently, he hasn’t had enough of her either. Never get enough.

I stay sitting on my legs and she gently settles on my thighs wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pushing her hips in tight to mine. My cock rests between our bodies.  I want her again. She rocks her hips until her cunt is close enough for me to slip in when the time is right. I run my hands down to her bum and pull her closer. She winces. “Ah fuck, darlin’, ‘m sorry, still tender?”

She nods, “Yeah…it feels…,” she threads her fingers in the hair on the back of my head, “feels like I… belong.”

“Goddamn Jezebel,” I breathe out against her lips. “Ya make me crazy,” I tell her as my nose trails down her chin to her neck and collarbone, just breathing her in. She smells like her body wash and the smell of us together. I never get tired of being this close to her and I hope I never do. I move down to the valley between her breasts and I hear her intake of breath. I kiss my way to her left breast and I can’t help the “mmmm” that leaves my mouth as my lips find her nipple and I swirl my tongue around it before I bite down with my teeth.

“Ahhh! Mmmm…”

I suck her nipple in my mouth to soothe it before moving to her other breast. I love her tits. I used to dream about what they’d taste like and now I can have them whenever I want. “Fuck, Jezebel, I love ya fuckin’ tits,” I mumble as I kiss my way back to her mouth.

Her lips curve into a smile as I press my lips to hers, my tongue darting out to taste her sweet mouth.

She’s sweet and spicy…her taste still minty with a trace of herself from where she licked her fingers. I lick at her lips like I did her cunt. My cunt. My hips bump up and I feel my cock slide between her lips and she shifts ever so slight with the sensation sliding her swollen clit along the underside of my shaft. Her shift lands her clit just over the top of my most sensitive spot, the patch of skin just under the head of my cock. She sliders her hands to the sides of my face and holds my stare. I search from one eye to the other. I’m telling her that I know….I know that her clit is right there…she knows it’s sensitive. I rest my forehead to hers our eyes wide open, centimeters from each other. “Feel it?”

She lets out a puff of held breath on my face, “Yeah, d’you?”

“Oh, yeah, darlin’ I feel it…,” I bump my hips just a tiny bit, she swivels hers just a bit and her swollen clit circles my spot, “there, baby…don’t stop.”

She slides one hand from my cheek to my chest just over my heart and flattens her palm…I know she’s feeling for my heart.  It may be racing, but I’ve never felt more calm in my whole life. This connection…how have I lived without it? She’s fucking my heart and my soul…and it feels like nothing I’ve ever known.

“Ya change me, Lily, I…I dunno if ’ve ever felt s’whole an’ complete. Tell me ya feel it to?

Her eyes water with unshed tears of understanding. “Yeah…Harry, I just…never knew it could be like this.”

“Shh, baby…’m always gonna be here fo’ ya…ya don’ ever ‘ave ta even think abou’ tha’…it’s me an’ you always.”

“Want you inside me, H.”

“Raise up jus’ a lil-tul.” She moves her hand back to my neck and uses it for leverage as she flexes upward slightly. I concentrate on using my pelvis muscles, flexing just right to harden my cock further. She presses her lips to mine. Our eyes open we stare deeply. “Do it.”

Reaching between us she guides my cock to her wet opening. If she could only know how my sensitive head feels resting against her warm, wet center.

“Together,” she whispers and I know exactly what she means. I push up just as she pushes down. My head pops in and it sends a surge of blood that causes me to swell on my way deep inside her. Her jaw drops and her mouth opens wide with a silent expression of utter possession. “You own me Harry Styles.”

“Trust me wi’ it all, Jezebel. Le’ go, ‘ll catch ya.”

She seats herself down and I’m deep inside her. I’m as deep as I can go inside her body. I feel her fingernails scratch along my shoulders at the depth and stretch. “So deep, like this, H.”

“Mmm-hmm…’s good, yeah?”

She breaths out warm air against my lips, “Y-Yeah…”

I wrap my arms around her back and my finger tips flex into her soft, warm skin. My open hands cover most of her small back. I push forward and slowly lay her back against the mattress. She pulls her legs up high on my sides. She’s so fucking beautiful. Resting on my elbows, I thumb the sides of her face and close my mouth over her bottom lip and suck. She whimpers softly and thrusts her tongue along my upper lip. I need that tongue in my mouth. Tempering my impatience I tilt my head, open my mouth and cover her lips. Jesus fucking christ, she fluttering on my cock already. Our kissing deepens and I pull away long enough to just watch as I pull out just a little and push back in slowly. I repeat it and her eyes change, darken with lust and desire.  “There’s ma Jezebel…ya wi’ me?”

Lily’s POV:

“I’m with you. Always with you,” I breathe out against his lips.

“Wanna take ya slowly,” he says, thrusting in and out slowly, “tha’ be ok?”

“Mmm hmm…feel so good…I…mmm…” I breathe out. My body is ready to cum for him.

“Fuck, ya gon’ cum fo’ me already, Jezebel?”

I can’t do anything but bite my lip and nod my head yes. It’s everything…the way he feels pressed up against me, the way he feels inside me, the way my bum is still tender from earlier, the way that he’s gonna be mine forever after wanting him for so long and I can’t stop it anymore and I throw my head back into the pillow, my fingernails digging into his curls as everything goes white and I’m cumming around him, hard. I feel him kiss my neck and then he stills, his body pressing me to the mattress. He’s heavy on top of me but it feels so good. It’s safe and I hug him to me tighter. I feel him trying to lift off me. "Don't move, H..."

“Baby, lemme clean ya up.”

“Just stay, please...right like this...please...I can feel your heartbeat,” I say, my hand pushing his hair off of his forehead and his eyes flutter closed. "Feel good?"

"Mmm..." he groans in my ear.

“Stay. You feel so good.” The last thing I remember before sleep takes me is the feel of his breath on my skin and the smell of his shampoo mixed with the scent of our sex lingering.

The sounds of a soft ringing followed by the distorted vibrating sound of metal on glass pulls me from somewhere far away. Somehow in the night, we’ve switched positions and I’m lying draped over his body with my head on his chest feeling the soft rise and fall of his breath. I furrow my brows and flutter my eyes trying to block out the light from the windows and the clanging sound that rings louder and louder as I pull farther away from a sweet sleep. Harry groans and his chest vibrates with exhaled breath. I start to move and he raises his head to place a kiss on the side of mine, “Shh, darlin’, I go’ it,” he says grabbing his phone with one hand while his other hand strokes my back. I drop my head back to his chest and close my eyes tight.

“Jesus, Jeffrey… bet-tah be a fuckin’ emergency, fo’ fuck’s sake,” he barks into the phone with a raspy voice.

I can hear Jeff’s response as I cuddle in tighter to his warm body. “Fuck you, H. For your information I’m not looking to talk to you asshole. I’m tryna find Lily. Oh…and say, “hi” to Ramsey your legal advisor who is also on the phone.  

“Shit. Uh…hi Ramsey, sorry abou’ tha attitude…’s early fo’ us.”

I can’t help the soft giggle that escapes me at H’s little slip-up. But Jeffrey should know better…it IS early for fuck’s sake.

“’S eve’ythin’ ok?” Harry asks raising his head with slight concern.

“Oh, sure, Mr. Styles,” Ramsey says, “Just have some news for Lily regarding the Fitzpatrick estate and assets she has inherited through Mr. Fitzpatrick’s will.”

My head pops up at the information and I sit back against the headboard grabbing a pillow to wrap my arms around as if they could see my nakedness through the phone line.

“Oh, sure…yeah, she’s ‘ere…’old on a mo’.” Harry holds the phone against his chest.

“Ya alrigh’, love?” He asks.

I nod and hold my hand out ready to take the call.

I hit the speaker button so we can both hear and I watch as he smiles. He’s my life partner and what affects me, affects him too. “Hello, this is Lily Rose.”

“Hello, Ms. Rose, Ramsey here, I’ve been working with the lawyer representing the Fitzpatrick will and estate. I have some very surprising news for you. Mr. Fitzpatrick’s estate, including his real estate, pension, investments and valuable assets…all items he left to you in his will have been evaluated to total $7.3 million. He was very specific in his will and…”

Your eyes go big as saucers and you sit straight up, naked be damned. Harry scoots up to lean back against the headboard and rubs his eyes like he too can’t quite believe what he hears.

“Wait!” you say shaking your head, “What did you just say?”

“7.3 million all together. That is including the estimated value of his house, cars, and his vacation house. I am pleased to tell you Ms. Rose that you are now a very wealthy young woman.”

“Oh my god…I don’t know what to say. He left everything to me? Did he say why?”

“He was estranged from his children apparently. He drew up a will a few months ago right after you met him and he named you his sole inheritor. I have some documents for you to sign before you take possession of course.”

“I – I – I…uhh…,” you look over to Harry who’s smiling ear to ear, deep dimples on full display. He begins to smooth the back of my hair over my shoulder down my back to the mattress where his hand rests cupping my bum.

“Lily…?” Jeff inquires then continues, “he did have specification. Apparently he had a cabin in the Poconos, near Camelback Mountain. He left the deed with specifications that it was not to be sold until you had visited with Harry. His attorney said that he and his wife had spent some very special time there and he wanted you to share at least one visit with the one you love. He pays a man who lives close by for the property upkeep, so you’ll have to keep him on the payroll until you decide what to do with it.”

You furrow your brow at Harry, “The Poconos? Isn’t that the resort town of the 50”s and 60’s?”

Ramsey speaks up, “Yes, but, I have to say, I’ve seen photos and aerial photos of the property and it’s quite beautiful. I’ll have the keys as soon as we can get together to get this paperwork signed and notarized.”

“Ramsey, Harry here, we’ll need to make arrangements to have that done in LA, Lily won’t be available to fly to Boston. She has a tight schedule here and, well, I’m sure you und..”

You frown at Harry, “Uh, thanks Harry, but I can speak for myself. Yeah, Mr. Ramsey, sir, I AM booked up tight and need to just get this taken care of here.”

Harry smirks and sucks in his lips. His Lily may have just conceded he was right, but, damn, if she isn’t going to be in charge of her destiny. So fucking proud of her, he thinks as he sits up to kiss your shoulder.

“Jeff, can you make the arrangements with Ramsey?” you ask the phone now lying on Harry’s sheet covered thigh.

“Sure thing, and Lily, we’ll send you the information on where to keep your money and investment options, those types of things. Darling, you’re a millionaire now.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Jeff, I already know I want to put most of it in a charitable fund for me to use with the podcast, ya know, to help other child victims of violent crime…err…to use at my discretion, of course. Can you take care of outlining that information for me? I can send Bella to Boston if I need to….”

“I don’t think that will be necessary, Ramsey can come to you later this week to get it all nailed out, sound good?”

“Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you both for everything. I really do appreciate it.”

“You’re very welcome, Ms. Rose. I’ll be in touch.”

Ramsey clicks off and Jeff pipes up. “Sorry for the early call guys but you know how accountants are,” he says chuckling.

“It’s ok. You know how grumpy Harry is in the morning,” I say giggling.

“Heyyyyy…” Harry says, pouting.

“I’ll talk to you both soon, I’m sure. Bye now.”

“Bye…” I trail off as you hang up. I can’t quite wrap my mind around having that much money. My parents and Auntie and Uncle left me pretty well off but nothing like this.

“Ya ok?” He says, pulling me closer and putting the phone back on the nightstand.

“I’m stunned. It’s a lot to wrap my mind around but I’m excited too. I can help so many people with this money.”

“Maybe tha’s why he left it ta ya, Jezebel. He knew ya’d help people wi’ it.”

I snuggle into him and kiss his chest. “I think so too. I just want to honor my parents with my work. This money will go a long way in doing that.”

He kisses the top of my head. “They’re proud of ya, Lily. So so proud.”

[abundantchewtoys]

HS^2 reread till p407 - reaction post

So, in preparation of Homestuck 2 restarting, I’ve reread the whole first few pages.

First I reread the epilogues recap page, then the story proper up until page 407.

It was a good refreshener, because a lot of events were already gone from my memory or very vague.

Which, given the nature of Candy Earth C, is rather appropriate, heh.

Reactions under the cut!

That Dirk called his ship Theseus may say something on how he views his mission.

Then again, he declared himself the villain of the story.

page 4: he called authors alliterative, I wouldn't really call 'AH' that, nor his full name.

Rose really goes hard on the 'being a robot' thing. I guess between Aradiabot, Jadebot, and AR, it was time for someone to unequivocally enjoy the state.

p5 : Cool to see his 'omniscience' is only pseudo, like Doc Scratch' was. He didn't know about the missing landing gear.

Hah, and Rose still sees Dirk as heroic. Pretty blind for a Seer of Light.

p6 : OOh, I still had dark mode on, I realize. Let's change that 'n return to the old format, it influences the feel of the story, especially Dirk' bright text.

p9 : You know, it feels like a missed opportunity not to command him to shit his desk.

p12 : Okay, pretty sure I didn't spot Jade's mug on the well, flower mug on my initial read. I own that mug, actually.

And oh yeah, it was a three-year journey to the new planet, nice parallel to the travel time between Universe B1 and B2.

p13 : So, uh, Bro had a relationship with Barack Obama, I'm reading this right, right?

p15 : Dirk claims to have researched his trollsona extensively, yet doesn't display their blood colour on his shirt, smh.

p17: Riiiight, Terezi was aware of Dirk's narration, as a Mind player, right?  

And hah, as a troll, with Alternia's awkward synonyms, her roasting Dirk for his verbose prose? Gold.  

Pff, and I forgot Dirk was tired of Rose's psychoanalysis, too.  

p33: Right, both paths were distinguished by the arrows.  

p34: It's heartwarming to see Jake actually having mastered the supposedly basic (yet oft neglected) skill of housekeeping.

p38: We never really saw Jake have Skaian dreams, did we? His Prospit self never woke up on account of a peanut allergy.

I wonder if the dreams of a non-awoken dreamself could have ever been prophetic...

And anyway, he's his ascended self now.

Hmm, but right, his dreambubbleself did have a rather prescient twist to it, in the form of Brain Ghost Dirk...

p41: Speak of the devil, I forgot about this part here, heheh.

Soooo, wait, we're getting back in muddy waters.

Jake is from the post-retcon timeline, where Vriska was on the meteor.

But the ghosts in the Furthest Ring weren't duplicated by the retcon.

If we assume they only met the post-retcon kids chronologically (for them) afterwards, there were a bunch of conversations that happened twice.

And Aranea's ghost 'survived' the Game Over timeline aka got thrown back to the Furthest Ring.

Still, it's gold to have Brain Ghost Dirk be his own self, distinct from ascended Dirk.

p47: "DIRK: You’ve spent years feeling sorry for yourself, totally convinced you made the wrong choices and that it’s all over. And it’s easier that way, isn’t it? If you’re a lost cause you don’t have to try to be better."

That's the challenge for the Candy timeline people isn't it? Continuing to try even if it feels like nothing matters.

Brain Ghost Dirk stopped correcting Jake there that he didn't actually was Jane's running mate, since he wasn't that Dirk.

Well, 'I' and 'you' could be seen as located between air-quotes, of course...

P54: Jake being hopeful again probably triggered the return of Brain Ghost Dirk  

P59, 60: The new kids’ quirks are something to get used to again  

P64: Almost seems like a Hope glow, around the car  

P70 : By shedding his purple sweater, we now see Tavros is dressed in layers similarly to Calliope & Caliborn.  

P90 : Note how she doesn't even really counted Jake as part of her family, there.

P95 : Gotta love cross-culture influences on Earth C, like the carapace derp face.

P96 : Introducing the world's most pollutive missile.  

P97 : You'd think once it reached critical speed it wouldn't need the propulsion anymore. Maybe the sails actually serve as (stellar) wind breakers, hahah, and the giant pipe is a countermeasure.

p101 : Showing Karkat has started living at human hours since he's asleep at 5 AM, n'aww.

p105 : Meat timeline folks just keep on being couped up in small spaces for extended periods, don't they?

Meat timeline just really focuses on the cabin fever side of things.

p108 : I swear I forgot Dave pointing this out :p101

p109 : In the story people & the appearance of them in other's minds is important. It's the same for the old Homestuck kids.

Who they are and who they were to us are two separate things.

At the same time, in story, who they are to each other is also very important. Brain Ghost Dirk's a culmination of that.

p114 : Dave really just drew the short stick there w/r his best friends' fates, didn't he.

And Bro still casts a long shadow.

At least it's good to see Dave is in a somewhat good place. Just a little sad he has to basically be a hermit apart from some close friends to achieve it.

p115 : So Karkat never really was close with Rose, interesting.

p130 : I wonder if Dirk started discarding things "pointlessly difficult and irritating" as a way to cope with his isolation growing up.

Roxy had the carapaces around, he only had seagulls...

And eesh, being your ascended self, as in, knowing full well what you'd do in any situation... Really kind of sucks, doesn't it? Not seeing room for growth for yourself.

p131 : So, recap: A2 was coded blue and had a purple game design. A1 probably had the reverse.

B1 was coded red and had a lime green game design, B2 was the reverse.

The C universe is coded white (see: the door they went through) and the game design will be cyan.

Meanwhile, Dirk and Rose's species might be associated with the color purple & orange.

Kind of makes you think of Prospit & Derse, doesn't it?

Makes you wonder if the trolls in A1 were also guided by their universe's gods, or not.

p133 : 10:25 hours ago

p135 : "ROSE: It's amazing what pieces of inconsequential information your mind can recall at a moment's notice, a whole decade after they were last relevant or interesting to anyone.

ROSE: ...

ROSE: I think I missed this."

Appropriate, given that it's been so long since Homestuck ended.

p141 : Basically, Dirk's DNA was used to animate the result of the alchemization. Not ecto-alchemologization, but more like... alchemogenesis?

p144 : Trial 'n error creation of species, with of course, Dirk focusing on the equine & Rose on the cephaloid. (Is that the right Latin word for tentacle-y?)

Right, Rosebot was only a projection of Rose's consciousness.

Weird to think stories about the Psionic survived two squashed rebellions. Then again, he was )(IC's Helmsman for the remainder of Alternian history.

"ROSE: Now [Earth] is protected, in the steady hands of a duly-elected ruler, sure to have a boring and uneventful perpetual term in office."

Ah, if only Rose could see into the bonus stories :P Guess they don't count as part of her domain. ;)

"ROSE: What value is a marriage, temporary domestic bliss, if all is lost?

ROSE: You understand this bargain.

ROSE: At least, you should. It's one that was made to leave you alone.

ROSE: Is your resentment towards my choice about Kanaya, or about V–"

Not sure I understand this fully. Does Rose feel like she had to leave Kanaya because Terezi didn't give up on Vriska?

p146: Calliope embraces irrelevance as Dirk embraces the opposite

P150: Forgot about this part. Good for Jade, not being kept down.

P160: Guess Caaliope has a preference for orsnge juice’s strings because it’s a bit like tendons from red meat? Maybe?

Trials and errors like Dirk’s with DNA, but for food. Wouldn’t Dave have still have codes from the meteor trip?

P171: Getting insight into how red & black romance works for Vrissy, might help us understand where it all went wrong for Vriska.

P172: Vriska trolling herself there

P194: Vrissy - Harry - Tavvy - Yiffy?

P215 : Oh right, Roxy lived in the Carapacian Kingdom? So then Harry just went to and from the human kingdom for school? And the human reporters have crossed the border to report?

P222: Derpy black-haired kid hiding a surprising amount of brawn. Truly, Tavros fits right in with Jake, Jade & John.

P223: Gotta love John was waiting on the "highest point of the building there", while they had to "ascend".

P232: "from somewhere out of a half-remembered dream, comes the sensation of falling. A burning golden city. A girl's screaming." Oooh, [S] Descend reference!

P234: Ohhhh, their naming their daughter like so wasn't 'really' serious, but a result of a a game between them taken too far, I really forgot that!

P240: Forgot that Jane really did <3< Gamzee.

P268: And that the trees walked

P286: Got to say, Aradia and Dave’s unruliness reaaly meshes well with the narrative device of Alt!Calliope’s speech+captions

P339: Maintainer of Peace and Plenty is sure one way to fill in the role of Maid of Life!

P401: Candy John crammed himself into a house-shaped box in a spiritual sense, Meat John got crammed in one literally.

Got to say, I wonder if the June Egbert crowd will get theirs in the end or not, with what John was not saying here. Mostly it might be the topic of masculinity and how to fill that in, I personally think.

P404 : Don’t tell me Dirk & Roxy have the Hiveswap portals under their respective curtains

P405: Didn’t we visit the meteor on Candy Earth before?

Or was that in the Epilogues/bonus stories?

P406: “the natUre of space and time is a little finicky in here” as in, time flows faster? Or geography & history are just weird and inconsistent?

See: Jake having gotten send divorce papers according to the epilogues, or The Felt, Ms Paint & Spades Slick ending up on Earth C according to the snapchat logs...

"CALLIOPE: [...] as far as i can see, there's simply no way for Us to commUnicate with the world oUtside the black hole.  

CALLIOPE: i woUld certainly be very sUrprised to find oUt that anyone had managed sUch a thing!

JOHN: ...right."

Terezi & John communicated just fine through John's Dad's PDA. Is there anything the device is not capable of?!

Ooh boy, and now I'm caught up again!

Seems like the "prelude" to Beyond Canon is done now!  

Wow, feels oddly comforting to be in the thick of it again.

I'm just going to buckle myself to this ride again.

The idea is to not go too deep into analysis this time around, but hahah yeah, that boat'll float till it sinks.

[girlwithletters]

A következő reggel

Pairing: Dominik Szoboszlai x femreader/ you or whoever you want

Warnings: I think 18+, vowels and consonants, commas and periods and lots of love

After the last night, full of sex and alcohol intoxication, how surprising, my skull seems to be pounded from the inside by a thousand hammers. Well, yes. Another morning with a headache. Although the room was half dark, a few rays of sunlight peeked through the curtain. Squinting, I blinked around, hesitantly raising my hand to my lips. I could almost feel the hungry mouth gnawing at me with insatiable greed. And those flaming, inviting eyes!

And why did I lose my self-control like that? The answer was really simple, here he was lying next to me on the crumpled sheet reeking of desire. Dominik Szoboszlai. The man with capital letters, who got between my busy fingers. Or under me. Or behind me. A smile crept onto my face. Hmm, what a ride into the sunset it was.

With my eyes glowing with love, I looked over the sleeping man's slightly open mouth, hidden between his short beard. The inks of the tattoos on his chest and the skin of his left arm darkened his sun-kissed skin. My fingers begged for another touch with feverish attraction. I jerked my hand back with his tongue. First everything for the eyes, then the handwork can come, I grinned to myself.

The temptation only increased as my gaze moved lower, then rested on her hips. My stomach convulsed, I felt like I would die if I couldn't touch his hard flesh, risking waking up the cause of countless minutes and hours of pleasure.

Like an old man, I crawled out from under the thin blanket and stumbled into the bathroom with trembling legs. Breathing deeply, I splashed cold water on my face, trying to regain my senses. As a result of the scent emanating from the shirt I was wearing, my body buzzed again, I let out a soft moan, I felt the sensual movement of the fingers in my lap again.

I moved carefully in the room, luckily the sound of my steps was picked up by the delicate, tightly interlocking fringes of the carpet. I hurriedly put on my worn clothes. The top was quite torn, so I couldn't go outside in broad daylight. I had to borrow something to cover myself with. A thin sweater smelling of its owner hung on a hanger in the hall. As I wrapped it around me, its softness gently covered me. On the small cabinet under the coat rack, next to the apartment key, there is an expensive-looking black leather wallet with bank cards and countless colored pieces of paper that were won as a bet.

- Where are you going? - I turned around, shuddering at Dominik's voice.

I stared in awe at the pair of chocolate brown eyes staring at me, and the intensity pouring out of them shook me greatly. My body reacted to it immediately, my skin became sensitive, my breasts started to ache and craved for his touch. What I saw was really huge, powerful.

- I'm going home.

- You're not going anywhere, my little amazon! he growled at me. - You are mine! - he grabbed me, the possessiveness of a predator flashed in his eyes.

- Really? - I looked at him questioningly, my lips pulled into a grin. - Mr. Szoboszlai! What do you want from me?

- I want you under me, naked, with your legs wrapped around me, while I fuck you hard to cover your wonderful body in flames. You know...

- Yes?

- During the entire match, the only thing on my mind was how your pussy might taste.

- You already got what you wanted - I looked at him defiantly.

- But it wasn't enough, I want more! - Dominik's mouth hit mine.

No one kissed like Him. He gave every ounce of himself into the kiss, which was as fantastic as the sex itself. He slid one hand under my thigh, wrapped it around himself, and clung to me.

- I want to be inside you! - he growled, and his hand gripped my breast possessively. - And I will get you!

- Just don't leave any marks on me! - I moaned, he just grinned.

- But first... On your knees, baby. I want to see my cock in your mouth.

- Oh, you... - I whispered while holding onto my hair and he forcing me to my knees.

( english isn't my first language ) - just the usual

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You Are My Sunshine: drabble

CW: Flirting, slight innuendo, fluff!

“Alright, love, I’ll be back soon. I have that big presentation today and then dinner with Andy and Lisa, so I’ll be back later.”

“Alright, have fun.”

Thad doesn’t look up from the puzzle spread in front of him. The Dempseys gave it to him as a birthday gift. Ten thousand pieces and all of them weird shapes, sizes, and colors. The picture on the box shows a sky full of hot air balloons, but right now it looks more like modern art. 

“Thanks.”

Robin kisses his forehead. Thad glances up because they’re wearing his cologne and they never do that. Once he looks, he can’t turn his gaze away. 

Robin wears a dark brown jacket over their cream sweater, the one with the designs that look like curling branches. They’re wearing the typical khakis, but two gold chains loop from their belt, matching their hoop earrings. A few strands of hair frame their face, falling out of the messy bun held in place by two pins, and Thad’s fingers twitch at the thought of tucking it back.

“Everything alright?” they ask, looking strangely at him.

Thad coughs, swallows hard. “Um. No. No, everything’s fine.”

“Are you feeling alright?” They frown, the skin between their eyes furrowing. “If tonight is a bad night, I can stay here and we can watch a movie instead, I don’t have to–”

“I’m fine,” Thad whispers. But he could be slowly pulling those pins from their hair as they kiss so desperately they can’t breathe and he would lower them to the bed and kiss their skin as he takes off the sweater–no. They have things to do. “You’re gonna be late, don’t worry about me.”

“Honey, I’m always going to worry about you. You’re sure today is a good day.”

“I got to see you in those clothes, so yeah, today’s going great.”

Robin rolls their eyes. Thad hunches a little, wondering if he needs to grab a pillow. If they leave soon, it won’t be a problem, but they linger. There’s a gleam in their eyes that wasn’t there before.

“You like the outfit then? Think it looks good?”

They spin and damnit, the way the pants accentuate their ass is completely unfair. Thad swallows again and shrugs, trying to remain calm. 

“You look stunning, sunshine. You always do.”

“Hmm, good. Hoping to dazzle my audience so they don’t notice when I will mess up.”

“You’re not going to mess up. Your presentation will be the best.”

“Thank you, love.” Robin pulls up the hem of their sweater; frowning, but Thad can see the corners of their lips twitching. “I don’t know, do you think this is fraying?”

He tears his gaze away from the sliver of stomach so clearly visible and manages to shake his head. “No, it-it looks fine to me.”

Robin smiles at him, still holding up the sweater hem. “Thank you, love. I was worried for a moment.”

Thad coughs, his neck burning. “Perhaps I could, um, have a closer look? Later? Just to be sure?”

“Perhaps.” Robin smiles and gives a small shrug. “I think that would be a good idea. Maybe you should check the rest of the outfit then too, just to make sure everything is in good condition.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. I-I like that plan.”

Already he can picture how he’s going to take off the sweater and where he will place the kisses along Robin’s stomach and chest. There are a few bruises there that need renewing. And their hair is longer, perfect for running his fingers through, and maybe, just maybe, he can get them to fully relax. 

“Besides, it’ll help me relax,” Robin laughs. They turn for the door and Thad swears that they are moving their hips far more than they normally do. Whether they are or not doesn’t matter, he’s looking intently at their ass anyway. 

“You’re going to do fantastic!” Thad calls after them. “I love you!”

“I love you.”

Robin blows them a kiss before shutting the door. Thad sighs, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. It’s going to be a long wait. 

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Hello best author in the world I have a doubt harry has a lot of money both form her parents and Sirius so couldn't she buy something for the Weasley like buying ron a broom from one of your spoilers , can I have a scene where it shows that Harriet is rich , by rich means loaded

Hello, hope you’re doing well! Thank you for the ask.

I think Harry — since it is from Harry’s POV — she doesn't really talk about being loaded. She definitely is, but she never goes talking about it like some people *cough* Malfoy *cough*

Huh, I never wrote any sort of scene in nynn of Harry buying her friends sth expensive to show she is rich. She absolutely is. Harry bought three omnioculars on Quidditch World Cup, after all... Hmm, I think Harry gets them expensive stuff for their birthdays and for Christmas bcs it's the only time she can get away with buying the Weasleys expensive things without making them feel bad... Hang on...

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Gift shopping for Christmas has become Harry’s favourite time of the year. This time — and birthdays — was the only time she could spent some extra cash on a gift worthwhile. Of course, she set herself a limit. Nothing more than fifty galleons (too bad, she wanted to buy Ron a Firebolt) each.

Hermione was the easiest to shop for. Harry bought two books for Hermione — Arithmancy and Warding — which cost twenty galleons each but when she asked the librsrian in the Hogwarts library for the best material, she swore up and down on those two books.

Ron could be a bit tricky. She would have bought him some robes, but Fred and George already got him those. Harry decided to buy him the best Keeper gloves, ones worn by professional, star player Keepers. They cost fifty galleons. Worth every coin.

For Mrs Weasley — and this gift was brilliant in Harry’s mind — she got her a full-day package at the best spa and massage salon in London.

For Mr Weasley, Harry bought him the Culture of Britain and Its History that would teach him all about Muggle history in Britain and the current culture — something he didn't learn in school. She thought about buying him a ticket for theatre, but she didn't know what genre Mr Weasley liked, so she settled on this book. It cost her fifty pounds, but it was university grade learning material. It was bound to be very educational for Mr Weasley.

For Snuffles, she bought red paw shoes (they were too cute, all right?) for snow, and for Sirius, she bought the best wizarding cologne, with a scent like fresh clouds. It was a comforting, nice scent. It cost sixty galleons, breaking the budget, but it was worth it.

For Ginny, she bought her hair shampoo, conditioner and perfume Ginny always gushed about with Luna.

For Fred and George, she bought them wizarding ties. For Fred, blue — his favourite colour — and for George, an orange one, which was George's favourite colour.

For Lupin, she bought lots of Earl Grey teabags to last him for six months, a wool winter cloak, a light brown wizarding robe (Lupin liked brown) and two pairs of footwear: oxfords and men’s boots. Did it cost more than fifty galleons? Maybe. Was it worth it? Absolutely.

For Tonks, she bought a yellow fluffy sweater Tonks liked in a shop in Diagon Alley but was too expensive to buy — the shop in Hogsmeade luckily had it.

To Luna, Harry bought a hand-crafted, shell necklace of numerous shells and pearls on a simple string, which she would send off with Hedwig.

For Dobby, she bought ten pairs of socks.

With all her purchases placed in lightweight charmed bags with an extension charm, Harry walked down Hogsmeade, very happy with all the purchases.

However, something stopped her in her tracks. A thought she never had before — or maybe she did, when she was young and hopeful, and didn’t remember it.

I wonder what Voldemort would like.

Long moments passed, and Harry stood still among the snow and the snowflakes, face cuddled in the crook of her Gryffindor scarf.

Probably Harry in a big gift box with green ribbon and all. Wasn't it Harry, after all, who was supposed to be Voldemort’s gift for his rebirthing party in the graveyard?

Well, Harry couldn't do that. Maybe some lotions for his skin to appear more smooth? Voldemort was very pale... Maybe sunscreen against sunburn? Or, maybe, she could buy him shoes and socks...

Harry frowned. Why was she thinking so hard about a hypothetical gift to Voldemort? Nothing would be good enough for his standards, anyway...

Harry sighed, looking up to the white sky. A few snowflakes landed on her face; little stars falling from the sky.

Then, the answer dawned on Harry. What she could get Voldemort for Christmas. It was so simple, so obvious, that Harry felt stupid for not realising it before. How could it have taken Harry this long to figure it out?

Invigorated, Harry rushed back to the castle. She needed to find Collin. She needed to ask him to take a photograph of her.