#i was so excited to play the brokes and actually let brandi have this baby

[emperorofthedark]

Next up: The Broke family!

FUC KME SIDEWAYS

[humankoalaa]

BLACK LIGHTNING! 4x03

*SPOILERS*

- timeout. y’all mean to tell me.. even in dreams my grandfather is STILL getting his ass whooped?! childish.

- no he didn’t just bite into his twin. tell me tobias don’t resemble that turkey leg. his beard the skin, his head the meat, and his neck the leg.

- “you the one with the Phd... you tell me” 🤣🤣 respect your elders granddaddy.

- i think the dream mean he aggravating. put the fuckin suit on and go pawpaw.

- lawd everytime jeff says “my best friend” i be in tears like my grandmother once that green light hit the floor. RIP UNC.

- not the self loathing again 😒 shondra... play nina simone.. isn’t it a pity 🙂

- grandma... WHY?! WHHHHYYYY?!

- “hypocrisy looks good on you” 😩 grandpa... please.

- this mans called the lady a weekend warrior but he’s a whole metahuman in the therapist office crying bout a dream 🤣 she got to be a weekend warrior hell. all you do is cry and bullshit. and yalll daughters reckless, petty, and messy okay? don’t even get me started. my mother and my auntie a whole different type of liability 😭

- karen.... shut up. don’t come for my auntie unless she send for you. .your hair don’t make sense and that lipstick can’t be lighter than the red that is the color of your dress. bitch.

- “there’s no such damn thing as superHERO insurance” 🗣 BIIIIIIITCH 🤣🤣🤣🤣💀

- *lethal lightning* KAREN... P L E A S E ! 🤣🤣

- “becky from the block” 😭 auntie jenniferr... settle down.

- anissa and jenn banter 10/10 HIGHLY RECOMMEND 🤣🤣🤦🏾‍♀️

- it’s the “says the woman who leaves giant cracks in the streets just by landing dramatically .. you can just walk anissa” for me 🤣 see?! i told y’all my auntie was messy.

- lynn in the background just completely done with both her children and their shit 🤣🤣

- this show is so unapologetically black i love it. please tell me y’all saw anissa actually im gonna say nafessa scratching that scalp with a whole attitude 🤣🤣

- “bye lethal lightning” 💀 see i told y’all my mother was petty.

- “now put my show back on” 🤣🤣🤦🏾‍♀️ mawmaw... where are your manners?!

*that whole scene was actually really cute tho*

- ion know about this lady that uncle gambi sweet on. somebody using somebody... most likely gambi 🤣 but ion truss her and unc have his reasons to do the things he does. periodt. i can’t ship this. issa whole canoe in 7 foot seas.

- “mr. pierce .. who do you think i am... black lightning?” ... Jeff looking at him liike... “first of all... you would’ve had to lose that fight to be black lightning... so no”

- NOT MY MOTHER GIVING MY COMATOSED MOTHER SLASH PET SLASH ... whatever the old man is A SPONGE BATH 😭 IMMA DROWN IN MY TEARS 😭 nah fuck all at. just give me a suitcase for my tears.

- no woman ive ever dated has had conversations with me like the one anissa is having with a comatosed grace. embarrassing.

- “babe” *says some more shit* “babe” *says some more shit* “babe” *says some more shit* gimme a fucking bucket. IMMA MESS 😭😭 shondra.. play brandy... have you ever.

- “i did it without violence” ... anissa.. we not doin that. we aren’t lying to people in comas 😂🤦🏾‍♀️

- “damn babe ...you’re a lil ashy today” ANISSA. PLEASE! 🤣🤣🤣🤣💀 SHE IS 🤏🏾 CLOSE.. to getting fucking mauled by my pet leopard.

*okay but nafessa williams is beautiful*

- first of all you not gon tell that lady she ashy then say send me a sign you still in there cause a future and all that other shit 😂 apologize.

- TIMEOUT. GRACE. no she didn’t.. even in a coma, grace is dramatic. how you gon flatline after my mother said she loves you?! that’s not what she meant when she said give her a sign 😩 oh my goodness. 🤣🤣🤦🏾‍♀️ STOP THE MADNESS! PLEASE!

- it’s anissa going “hmm?” for me, after asking a comatosed grace a question. im going to hell i know.

- WHERE IS NOAH AND THE ARC 😭😭😭😭 *lion king rafiki voice* “SHES ALIIIIIIIIVE” ... shondra... play whitney houston.. one of those days”

-first word and question post coma.. “anissa?” my shirt is soaked. im gonna have a water bed by the end of this scene. JUST don’t even look at me. brb flooding the world with my tears after i finish my ovaltine.

- anissa talking about “how are you” 😂🤦🏾‍♀️ grace looking at her like “... uhhh.. i don’t see a fucking feeding tube.. im starving“

- TC looking handsome! done upgraded from them fits he was wearing from 1800 BC. i love him and jenns friendship so much.

- well when you put it like that mawmaw 🥺 shondra... play bruno mars.. just the way you are.. nah fuck that play uhh... aretha franklin.. respect” 😌

- we literally don’t care about this fighting shit 😒

- WAIT A MINUTE! i know that’s not william from girlfriends looking like whatever he got going on uhh everywhere 😩

- “you’re my electric queen” 🤣 same terry. same.

- no he didn’t 🤣🤣 tawm bout a kiss 😂

- man i just KNEW gambi ass was gon steal one of those guns 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️

- wow ...they actually let jeff win a fight? after he got his ass whooped of course. childish.

- oooooo LYNN!!!! look at my grandmother. michelle obama energy. yes lawdt. beautiful!

- OH ... no.

- shondra.. . play.. uhh... dammit.... kehlani... nights like this”

- no this man didn’t 😩 my grandmother slayed to the gods only to be tricked by a turkey leg lookin mans? complete madness.

“even a broke clock tells the truth twice a day” 🤣🤣🤦🏾‍♀️

- aww lawd.. shondra .. uhh im manifesting my grandmother not falling for mr. whales bullshit so uhm ..play.... christina aguilera .. fighter”

- writers... y’all really want me to believe Jeff thinks lynn just casually bought him flowers and put a note in it to meet her for dinner? ok.

- shondra ... nevermind.

- “you look like trash” 🤣

- hmm... that was weird... the whole thing with jenns arm like disappearing.. last time that happened was when she was struggling in those alternate universe to not become the worst version of herself... hm.

- jenn.... 🤦🏾‍♀️

- grace looking at dr. morgan like... *let me find out you tried to ask my soon to be wife in about 15 seconds out for drinks.. and don’t look at me”

- “i paid him 20 dollaz” 🤣🤣🤦🏾‍♀️ i love my aggravating mother.

- “baby.. you are the love of my life .. will you be my wife too” 😭😭 a poet. william shakespeare could never .

- G R A C E ... lets play a game.. it’s called ...sAy I lOvE yOu BaCk!

- “yes... i do” .. close enough. next week we try again ❤️

- first of all y’all gon’ have to fight me because i am here for the fastest wlw marriage in the history of television. it’s the last season and long overdue for anissa and grace just being happy. dragging stuff out and angst like we’ve had enough and that was barely. so im excited to see where they go from here.

-oooo lawd jeff done seen tobias and lynn dining together 😩 shondra... play... luther vandross.. are you there.. with another guy 👀

goodnight. this episode was everything. so messy 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️

[lisaleigh713]

Cheerleader Sleepover

Was just sitting here reminiscing about some of my high school days and joining the cheerleading squad.  I was 16 and looking to spend one year as a high school cheerleader.  I began talking to the cheer coach and the other cheerleaders, a couple of which were friends of mine.  Once the conversation moved from casual to serious, the cheer captain and co-captain came to me and explained some of their rules and how to get into the cheer squad.

Part of being on the squad was eating the captain and co-captains pussy and making them cum.  I though to myself, “well that will be easy”.  i am bi-sexual and have fucked a number of women, not that they knew that.  Another rule was I could not fuck the captain of the football team, he was only for the captain of the cheer squad.  “Well, okay”!

Before football season started, or at least the games, us girls decided to have a “sleep over”!  We would be at the captains house, her name is Kim.  Kim’s parents would be out of town from Friday until Sunday.  The only instruction was clean up what ever mess we made and no boys.  I had to be careful, these girls thought they had experience but nothing compared to what I had been doing since that first time for me.

Kim’s parents left after all of us girls had arrived and been given instruction.  We made some popcorn and we were going to watch some scary movie.  I was told to wear a sexy nightie for my initiation.  I went to VS and purchased a black baby doll.  I didn’t want to appear slutty.  During the movie, the co-captain Samantha (Sam) opened a bottle of cheap ass liquor.  I am used to drinking top shelf and this crap wasn’t even on a shelf.  Sam had actually bought like 4 bottles of this stuff, I was going to have to do something about this tomorrow.

We started drinking and drinking and drinking and before long, we were all drunk and now the time had come.  Without fanfare or foreplay Kim looked at me and said “alright newbie, get over here and lick my pussy”.  Sam moved over next to Kim and said, “you can eat my pussy as the same time”.  Now we are talking about some fun.  If I can get these girls to squirt, I will dominate the squad.

I began as instructed and slid in between Kim legs and began nuzzling her pussy.  She wasn’t shaved but had a little triangle patch right above her clit.  I moved in and began kissing her thighs and licking very close to her pussy lips.  Kim exclaimed, “I told you to lick my pussy”!  Kim had no idea what in the hell she was doing.  I looked at her and said, “you just lay back and enjoy the ride”.  She did and I resumed.  After a few minutes she was squirming and her clit was not erect.  I moved to her clit and began licking, nibbling and then sucking on it like it was a small cock.

Kim began to squirm and then buck her hips.  I wrapped one arm around her hips to hold her in place.  Sucking on her clit hard now and inserted a finger into her pussy and began hitting that G-Spot.  She was absolutely screaming now and I was going hard on her pussy.  One of the other girls, Brandy began playing with herself and massaging Kim’s right tittle.  I thought, “okay, things are about to get buck wild if I’m not careful”.  I kept going on Kim’s pussy and after about 20 minutes of giving it my all she began to cum.  I looked around and all the other girls where playing with their pussy’s and each other’s tits.

Kim began to cum and I hit her clit and g-spot hard and massaged her abs at the same time which caused her to began squirting.  Kim lost it!!!  She began screaming, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!!!  I did not let up though, I kept going so she would and could ride that orgasm roller coaster.  After about another 15 or 20 minutes she began to calm down and then in the end relaxed.  Kim looked me in the eye and said “what the fuck just happened to me?”  I told her she came so hard she squirted.  

Kim’s eyes were glazed over.  She had no idea what the hell was going on but she grabbed my face and pulled me up to her and kissed me to deeply and passionately.  The other girls just sat there, no sure what to say.  I looked at Sam and said “Sam, I believe you are next right?”  Sam couldn’t respond, so I said, “I need a little break here, so go ahead and take your panties off and I will be with you in a few minutes.”  I needed another drink before I got in between her legs.

Kim and Sam were both really beautiful girls.  Both were tall at about 5’8” and about 115 lbs.  Both were about a 34B with Sam probably a 34C.  They were so close in size they could have been sisters.  Both had long brown hair and brown eyes.  I was about to find out Sam’s pussy was closely shaved too but instead of a triangle she had a landing strip.  Both had french mani / pedicures.  

I returned with my drink and sat down next to Sam.  She looked nervous as hell.  Brandy was still sitting next to Kim and horny as hell.  I asked Kim if she was okay and all she could do was nod.  Her abs were still convulsing occasionally.  I moved down to Sam’s legs and pulled her were she was now laying down.  I grabbed ahold of her thighs and started on her.  I basically did the same thing with her I did Kim but it did not take long and she was squirting.  Sam screamed and bucked just like Kim did.  Kim reached over and started playing with Sam’s breasts and nuzzling her neck.

Brandy reached over and playing with Kim’s nipples slipped a hand down and began playing with Kim’s pussy too.  Kim was oblivious to everything and was just swimming in her own thoughts.

Sam was cumming so hard and like Kim, I wanted her to ride that roller coaster; so I continued my licking, and sucking her clit.  I slowed down and so did Sam.  Brandy was now cumming just not squirting.  Kim was cumming again and she WAS squirting.  I left Sam and moved over to Brandy to help.  I hit Brandy’s clit and g-spot hard and within a minute or less, Brandy was squirting.

Brandy began bucking hard and Kim was writhing around on the floor.  I eased Brandy back down from her high.  Now 3 girls were completely drained and I was extremely horny.  I rolled over and began to play with my clit and within a few minutes I came too.  I squirted a little but nothing like I can.

I grabbed my glass and took a drink of the swill Sam bought.  While I was taking my break after Kim I called my mom and told her what was going on.  I asked mom to bring some good alcohol and leave it on the porch.  Of course mom asked if I was having a good time, “yes mom, I am having a wonderful time thank you.”  I think mom knew what was going on but didn’t say anything.

I opened the front door and mom had dropped off a bottle of JD, and Tequila plus a couple of bottles of Merlot.  I grabbed the bag and brought it in to the house.  The girls got excited.  Well the girls who had not cum yet”.  I was only supposed to do Kim and Sam but wound up doing Brandy as well.  Brandy was hot.  Brandy was about my size with long red hair and deep blue eyes.  Brandy was a little dingy though and I can play the dingy bimbo.

I did not wear my heels as I thought that would be a dead give away.  Brandy, Kim and Sam all came back down to earth and all of us began doing a couple shots of Tequila.  Kim started, “Lisa, where did you learn to do that?”  I explained to Kim I had seen some of the girls on porn do it and began researching how to squirt and I thought no time like the present.  We all laughed and then the others girls began asking how it felt to squirt.  Kim, Sam and Brandy explained to the girls how it felt and then of course they all wanted a lesson on how to do it themselves.  So here comes the show and tell portion of the weekend.  All of us payed with ourselves for about an hour and each one of us was able to squirt.  Some squirted a river and other just a little bit.

We all laid there on the floor in the living room spent.  After about 30 minute Megan got up and put on another movie and Jessica (Jess) made another bowl of popcorn.  When Jess came back with the popcorn, Beth crawled over to get some.  Beth is beautiful.  Beth is about my size but with smaller breasts, about a 36C.  When she crawled over to Jess to get some more popcorn, I seized the opportunity.  Beth only squirted a little bit and I could tell she was a little disappointed.

I moved behind Beth while she was bent over with her ass in the air, spread her ass checks and buried my face in her ass licking her asshole.  She threw her head back and said “holy fuck” and then bucked.  Megan asked her “how does that feel?”  Beth said, “Oh my god, if feels so fucking good!”  I reached around and played with her clit some.  She began rubbing my face with her ass burying my face and tongue deeper.  

I needed both hands to spread her ass cheeks so I had to leave her clit.  Megan took the cue and reached under Beth and began playing with her clit with one hand and her own pussy with the other.  Jess started playing with Beth’s tits and nipples.  It was a full on Beth moment and then out of nowhere I feel someone licking my ass and pussy.  It was Kim playing with me.  While all this was going on, Brandy and Sam played with each other.  

We were all fucking each other.  Hands were roaming and tongues were licking while moans of ecstasy where heard throughout the house.  This went on for about an hour and everyone came and everyone squirted.  My concentration was Beth and I made Beth scream and gush.  Megan laid underneath Beth and we got drenched with Beth’s cum.  Of course when she came back to earth we all shared each others cum and ass kissing deeply and passionately.

We all collapsed on the living room floor.  We were holding each other only as lovers can.  All of us obviously slept in Saturday morning.  As we began to stir, we decided to eat something, so with all of us in the kitchen and dividing tasks we made a wonderful brunch.  We all sat and ate with no one really speaking about last night.  I broke the ice!  “Damn Beth you came a ton last night and your pussy taste sooooo good!”  Everyone laughed and started talking about the events of last night.  

We continued to eat and finally finished our brunch.  We talked all through the brunch about our feelings.  We also discussed what we wanted to happen this day.  We all agreed we wanted to continue where we left off.  I could tell Jess had something on her mind so I asked, “Jess what is it honey, what is on your mind?”  “Does this make us lesbians?”  None of us were virgins but none had the experience I did or had been fucking as long as I had.  “Jess, do you like boy and making love to boys?”  “Of course I do” said Jess.  “Then you are bi-sexual sweetie and isn’t it wonderful?  You get to be with the best of both worlds.”  

That day we or should I say, they experimented while I taught what I knew.  We all came and came and came.  We were so wore out by the end of Saturday / Sunday morning.  Of course we took some breaks, after all we needed to drink and eat some.  We had to clean and air out the house as it definitely smelled of sex, and we had no boys over for the weekend.  We all left right after lunch on Sunday but cheerleading practice changed after that weekend as did any sleepovers we had with one another.

I still wasn’t allowed to have sex with the football captain but the others were full game.  Brandy asked me about Jim.  I explained to her he had a beautiful cock but it was kinda small at only 4 inches erect.  She nickered some and said thanks.  She was thinking about fucking him and that just convinced her to tell him no.  Kyle was a different subject.  He was hung and his cock was absolutely gorgeous.  But that story is for another time.  Brandy and I both fucked Kyle but not together.  Well another time…

Love and Kisses,

Lisa

[khoicesbyk]

My Two First Loves.

First Time Love. Part 2.

A/N: I’ve read a multitude of books. And this one is becoming one that I thoroughly enjoy. So; Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. Contains suggestive content brief violence and strong language. You know? The usual from me. 😁 | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Characters: Isaiah Harris (LI) and Kailah Price (MC) | All Characters: names (except MC) are property of Pixelberry. And all characters are 18+ | A/N 2: This is a story about sexual discovery. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised. | A/N 3: Song and Story Inspiration: Craig David-7 Days and Personal | Snoh Aalegra-I Want You Around | Tiana Major9 feat EARTHGANG-Collide | Cookiee Kawaii-Vibe (If I Back It Up) | Lonr feat H.E.R.- Make The Most | H.E.R.-Say It Again | Boyz II Men-Uhh Ahh and In The Still Of The Night | Phonte And Eric Roberson-It’s So Easy | Eric Roberson-Morning After, Softest Lips, Picture Perfect, Dealing and Mark On Me | Alicia Keys-Butterflyz (The Drumline Mix) | Ace Hood feat Chris Brown-Body 2 Body | Bobby Valentino-Lights Down Low | Current Word Count: 3,850 words

Part 2 picks up where Part 1 left off.

After leaving her best friends house party; Kailah found herself speeding through the nearly empty streets with Isaiah. They were on their way to his house. She was both excited and scared; at the prospect of actually being alone with him. A million different things, ways and situations ran through her mind; as to how the rest of the night could go between them.

Before they got to his place, Isaiah pulled into the parking lot of a 24 hour CVS Pharmacy.

“I’m gonna run in here right quick. You want anything?”, he asked her. “Yeah. Gummy worms and a soda.”, she replied. “Well that’s a pretty vague answer.”, he told her. “How is that answer vague? You asked me what I wanted; and I told you.”, she said. “You said gummy worms and a soda. What kind of soda? Orange? Grape? Root beer? Coke? Pepsi? Sprite even? I mean there are at least 50 different soda varieties! And we haven’t even gotten the diet versions.”, he says to her. “Well in that case: Pepsi. Wild Cherry Pepsi to be exact.”, she answered. “Finally! Be right back.”, he said before disappearing inside. While he was inside, Kailah took a moment to gather her nerves. She knew she wasn’t in any imminent trouble or danger for that matter; and even if she was she knew Isaiah would keep her safe.

Before long; he re-emerged with a plastic CVS bag in his hand. “Guard this with your life.”, he said to her in a mock ominous tone. She giggled and said, “sir! Yes sir! I shall guard this with my life! By the way, we near your place?” “Yup. ‘Round the corner. Why? What are you planning?”, he asked. “Ohhhh I’m drawing a treasure map and I need a spot to mark with an X.”, she replied. “Fair enough. Well get ready to mark X on your map. We’ll be there in a sec.”, he told her; before starting the engine.

Soon; they were pulling into the driveway of a quiet yet quaint little house. He dug his keys out of his pocket as he led her to a side door. “Secret entrance. VIP’s only.”, he whispered. “I feel so lucky! I finally made it to the VIP door!”, she teased. “Don’t make me take you home!”, he told her. “Not to point out the obvious but you did.”, she said with a wink and a smirk. “You’ve clearly been around me too long.”, he said to her as he unlocked the door.

As they stepped in house; a voice called out, “Izzy! Baby that you?” He flinched at the name but replied, “Yeah ma! It’s me.” An older black woman came around the corner. “Ohhh! I didn’t know you had company with you.”, she said. “Yeah I do. Ma this is Kailah. Kailah this is my mom Verna.”, he said as he introduced the two to each other. “Ohhhhhhhh this is the little girl you haven’t been able to shut up about? Well I’ll say one thing; you were right Izzy, she’s definitely cute.”, she says to her now very embarrassed son.

“Ma!”, he groaned.

“Pleasure to meet you Ms. Harris”, she said to his mom. “Pleasures all mine sweetie. And please call me Ms. Verna. Only people allowed to call me Ms. Harris are his teachers.”, his mom replied.

“So what are you up now, son? I thought you were going to that party you told me about.”, she said to him. “I was but it got boring; so I asked her to come back here with me.”, he told his mom. “Say no more baby. Well y’all have fun and for the love of God Izzy; lay off the damn drums this late at night!”, she told them. “Ugh! Just kill my creativity, why don’t you?”, he replied. “I’m gonna kill more than your damn ‘creativity’; if I get one more complaint about the noise!”, she warned him.

“Yes ma’am! No drums this time I promise!”, he told her. “Alright! Well I’m headed to bed. I only stayed up; because I wanted to make sure you got home safely. It was nice to meet sweetie.”, she said with a small smile. “You too Ms. Verna.”, Kailah replies. “I’ll see you in the morning, son”, she said before kissing him on his cheek. “Night ma!”, he told her. “Night baby!”, she called out.

When he turned to Kailah; she had a teasing smirk on her face. “What?”, he asked her. “Izzy, huh?”, she replied with a wink.

He rolled his eyes and said, “it’s a family nickname! And if I ever hear you say it outside these walls; I will never talk to you again!” She threw her hands up in mock surrender and said, “I promise you that; I will go to my grave with this. No one will what your family nickname is.”

“Thank you! That’s all I ask.”, he said as he switched on a light switch. “I stay in the basement to give ma less of a headache so: Ladies first!”, he said to her before they both made their way down the steps to the basement.

“¡Bienvenidos a mi casa!”, he told her when they got to the bottom of the stairs. “Niiiiice!”, she said as she looked around. “Thank you! I did it all myself!”, he replied. “You really did all of this?”, she asked.

”Yup! Everything from the walls, to the floors, the paint and even the bathroom. All done by me. Been at it; since I got out of juvie back in January. The only thing I gotta do now is behind that door right there.”, he said as he pointed to a door with caution tape on it. “That was an old storage room but; when I get through with it, it’ll be my studio. That way; Ma won’t kill me for playing my drums.”, he explained.

To say she was impressed was an understatement. The basement was completely remodeled and looked better than her place. “I never knew you were so handy! You’ve done an amazing job so far.”, she said to him. “‘Preciate it. The only other people who’ve been just as impressed are my sister and Ma. My brother doesn’t come down here; so he hasn’t seen what I’ve done.”, he told her.

After setting the CVS bag down on the kitchenette counter; she noticed the drum set and a guitar in a corner. “So, not only are you clearly handy but; you play the drums and guitar too?”, she asked. The more she learned about him; the harder she fell for him. “Yeah I play. I also write music. And don’t tell anybody this but I sing too. Music is like football to me. It helps me channel my energy.”, he told her.

“The more I learn about you; the more impressed I am.”, she said to him. “Don’t let golden boy hear you say that. He won’t like having competition when it comes to you.”, he said with a smirk. “Jay isn’t the jealous type.”, she told him. “Oh no? Then why does he glare daggers whenever he sees me around you?”, he asked her. “Because he’s overprotective, that’s why.”, she said to him. “Uh huh. You keep telling yourself that.”, he said to her.

Deep down she knew he was right; Jaylen was extremely jealous of all the time she spent with Isaiah. But what was she to do? She wasn’t going to break up his relationship with Brandi. Even though; she desperately wanted to. She couldn’t bring herself to ruin a friendship she’s had for years.

Isaiah noticed the look on her face as he sat down on his oversized bean bag chair. With his Arizona Fruit Punch in his hand; he said to her, “look I’m not trying to make you feel like you bad.”

“It’s not you Isaiah. It’s…everything else.”, she told him. “Come sit with me.”, he told her. She walked over to him and to her surprise; he pulled her into his lap.

She felt content as they sat like that. The world didn’t matter whenever she was with him. She felt safe. She didn’t feel like she had to hide or pretend to be something that she’s not. And in truth; he felt the same way about her. He broke the companionable silence when he asked, “it’s too quiet in here. How about a little music to set the mood?” He playfully wagged his eyebrows at her; which caused her to roll her eyes good-naturedly. “Ugh! You’re so cheesy!”, she told him. “Which one? Breadsticks or pizza?”, he asked her; causing her to chuckle while shaking her head. “Let me just…”, he trailed off as he reached behind him and switched on his wireless speaker.

Soon; the whole space was filled with ‘Tiana Major9 feat EARTHGANG-Collide’. She laid her head on his shoulder. He soothed her. His strong arms cradled her. With her right hand on his chest; she could feel the beat of his heart with every rise and fall.

“You look like a girl with something on her mind.”, he told her. “It’s nothing, trust me.”, she replied. He tilted her chin up so that she was looking at him and said, “I’ve never seen someone so quiet about nothing. It’s about golden boy, isn’t it?” She sighed and nodded her head yes.

“Like I said earlier; I didn’t bring you here to make you feel guilty or bad. So if you want me to take you home—“, was all he said before she cut him off, “no. God no. I want this. Hell, I need this. I need you. I want you. It’s just…”, she trails off. Not sure what to say or how to say it. “You love him? Is that what you’re trying to say?”, he asked her. She nodded her head yes; before burying her face in the crook of his neck. The guilt hit her like a dagger to the heart.

“Look at me Kai.”, he said as he brought her face up to look at him. “I’m not mad at you. I’ve always known there was something between you two. I see it every time you look at him. I guess I just wish that…you’d look at me the same way you look at him.”, he told her before taking a shaky breath.

“I do Isaiah I swear I do. The way I feel about him is the exact same way I feel about you. When you look at me; I feel like the only girl in the world. When I’m around you; I don’t feel like the world is closing in on me. I’ve known Jay my whole life basically. So; falling for him was easy to do. And I thought that was it. Until the day I met you. That’s the day everything I thought I knew went out the window. I thought you and I would just be friends at first; but now we’re so much more than I ever expected…”, she trailed off biting her bottom lip.

She was a mix of emotions; many of which she wasn’t even sure what they were. All she knew is that she wasn’t trying to hurt Isaiah.

He cradled her closer and kissed her forehead. “Thank you for telling me, babe. Again; I’m not mad at you. I know that it’s complicated. I’m just happy that you at least feel something for me.”, he told her.

With his left hand resting on the outside of her right thigh; he started absentmindedly rubbing his fingers in a circle. It caused her to let out a soft moan against his neck. He took notice and went from absentmindedly rubbing her thigh with his his fingers; to pointedly rubbing it. He wanted to gauge her reaction.

When he heard her moan again; he twined his right hand into her hair and brought her mouth to his. He wanted to devour her mouth. He let his tongue play with hers. He soon broke their kiss in favor of kissing down her neck.

“Yesssssssssss…”, she moaned. It felt good to feel his mouth on her skin. That’s when he stood up with her in his arms and carried her to his bed. When he laid her down on the mattress; the kissing between them picked up steam. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

He stopped long enough to look in her eyes and say, “Kai…look at me…tell me what you want.” After taking a deep breath; she said to him, “I want you…I’m just…I…”, she trailed off. It didn’t take him long to figure out what she was trying to say. With a low chuckle he asks, “are you trying to tell me that you’re a virgin?” Biting her lip; she nodded her head yes. He kisses her forehead sweetly and says, “I’ll be gentle babe, I promise.”

She smiled softly then kissed him again. Soon; they were pulling and tugging each other’s clothes off. A wolfish grin crossed his face as let his eyes roam her naked body. “Ohhh I’m gonna enjoy this!”, he said to her. Her eyes widened as she took in all of him. “Yeah! What you said!”, she replied. Once again; his tongue explored her mouth and vice versa.

He started kissing down her jawline to her neck. From her neck; he explored her breasts. She had never had a guy explore her body that way; but she felt like she could get used to it.

The sensation of his warm mouth tasting and teasing both of her breasts and nipples; sent electric tingles running through her. She let out a broken moan that to him; was like the music playing in the background.

“Do you like that, babe?”, he asked. “Yes. I do like it.”, she replied with desire in her voice. He continued his pleasing of her breasts; eliciting different sounds from her. “So, my good girl has a weak spot, eh? Good. Let’s see if I can find another one.”, he said before continuing to kiss his way down her body.

His mouth was like magic. It ignited a fire within her. He placed featherlight kisses on her rib cage and across her stomach. All while letting his fingers play with her nipples. “Yesssssssssss…more!”, she begged. It felt good. God it felt so good. “Well! Well! Well! What do we have here? Is my good girl begging me for more, eh? Well let me not keep you waiting.”, he told her as he got to her thighs.

She swallowed hard as he coaxed her legs apart. She was both scared and turned on by the vision she had before her. He was poised to eat for days. With a devilish grin and a wink; he dove head first into her precious lady bits.

“Heeeeeeellllllllllooooooooo!”, she shrieked as he went to work on her love nest. Every last nerve ending in her body came alive. The heat in her body rose 30 degrees. Her body trembled as he continued his assault.

She needed a break before she passed out. But when she tried to pull away; he had other plans. “Nahh! Don’t you move!”, he growled as he pulled her back towards his mouth. Eventually she gave into the sensation of him eating her out; and what a sensation it was. Every moan, shriek, gasp and shout did nothing but fuel him. His sucking, licking, teasing, torturing of her sensitive clit and fingering of entrance; sent her over an cliff she didn’t even know she was near. Until she heard him say, “Cum for me baby girl. Let me taste you.”, he told her as he sucked on her clit.

“Ohhhhhhhh God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssssssssss!”, she screamed as her body convulsed, stars burst in her eyes and she flooded his mouth. She laid back on his bed trying to catch her breath. She could hear him chuckle as she did.

“Congratulations babe. You just had your first orgasm.” He told her as he kissed and nibbled his way back up her body. “God you taste like cotton candy! Maybe I should call you that from now on.” She greedily devoured his lips. Tasting herself on his lips was intoxicating. Isaiah had managed to turn her out.

“Are you ready, babe?”, he asked as he looked in her eyes. “Yes. I’m ready.”, she replies. She watched him pull a small box out of his jacket pocket. “Are those what I think they are?”, she asked. “Why do you think I went to CVS? I’ve been wanting to fuck you since homecoming.”, he answered. She smirked while shaking her head. “Judging by that look on that beautiful face of yours; it’s been on your mind as well.”, he said with a wink.

After putting the condom on; he climbed on top of her and lined himself up with her entrance. He whispered to her, “take a deep breath, babe.” She did what he asked her to do.

That’s when he spread her lower lips apart and slid inside her. Doing so, stretched her out. It didn’t hurt. It just felt new and different to her. A small moan left her lips as Isaiah slowly started moving against her. “Goddamn you’re so fucking hot and tight!”, he told her. It felt good to them both; up until a point it started to burn. It caused her to squirm and bury her head into his shoulder; because of the sensation.

He stopped long enough to calm her down. “I know. I know. It’s alright babe. You gotta relax. The more you relax; the more we’ll both enjoy it.”, he told her as he peppered her forehead with soft kisses.

After taking a few very deep breaths and getting used to the feeling of him inside her; she captured his bottom lip between her teeth. “Dangerous!”, he told her with cheeky smile. “Shall we continue?”, she asked him. “If you insist!”, he told her. Soon; the room was filled with the sounds of their bodies coming together.

Every single sound she made not only energized him but; they sent chills down his spine. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”, she begged. His stroke was driving her crazy. “Yeah that’s it baby! Take it! Take this dick! You feel so good! So damn good!”, he said through clenched teeth. He couldn’t think straight. All he could think of was good this was to him.

When he intensified his stroke; it sent her into a tailspin. She wanted him. She needed him. And she was getting him. She felt everything. She felt whenever he pulled out, when he surged back in, when her muscles clenched around him and especially the way he throbbed inside her. It was amazing. It was new. It was intoxicating. And when he hit her G-Spot; she lost it.

“Ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God! Yesssssssssss! Yes! Yes! Yes! Right there! Right fucking there!”, she screamed. “Is that it? Is that what you want, baby? Just like that?”, he asked her in between strokes. “God yesssssssssss! I want that! God! It feels so good. You feel so good!”, she managed to say as she dug her nails into his back. Her head was spinning from the pleasure. “If you think that feels…good. I got something that will feel…God…even better!”, he managed to strain out.

Before she could say anything; he pulled out and flipped her over so that she was on all fours. “I am about to end you!”, He growled in her ear. His words sent heat running throughout her entire body.

Once he was in position, he closed his eyes, grabbed her hips and plunged into her. ”Shit! That’s it! Fuck yes! Ohhhhhhhh fuck me!”, he shouted. She was in another world. He was constantly and relentlessly hitting her spot. “Fuck yes! Oh my God! That’s it! Just like that! Isaiah! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”, she screamed. “That’s it babe! Tell me what you want! Tell me how you like it!”, he shouted. The pleasure was rich and amazing to them both. “God you’re so fucking wet! Give it to me baby girl! Give it all to me!”, he growled in her ear.

With sweat rolling down his back; he was getting close. “Shit! I’m so close! And it’s all yours baby! Take…it…babe!”, he shouted in a strained voice. And when he hit her G-spot one last time; that was it for her. “Fuck yesssssssssss!! That’s it! Right there! Right! Fucking! There!”, she screamed as the heat in her body and her orgasm drowned her in emotions; taking her out. He joined her not too long after. “Jesus Fucking Christ! That’s it baby! I’m there baby girl! It’s…all…yours! I…fuuucccckkkkk yesssssssssss!”, he shouted as he gripped her hips and unloaded into the condom.

When he pulled out; they were both tired and satisfied. He wrapped his arms around her; and snuggled close to her. Resting his chin on her right shoulder; he said to her, “Sorry if I was a little rough with you. It was just too good. You were too good.” She turned over in his arms and smiled. “I’ll be fine…Izzy.” He groaned before he kisses her sweetly. After laying together for several minutes; he asked, “I’m hungry. You want something to eat?” “I got gummy worms remember?”, she told him. “You need more than sugar in your system. So, pizza rolls or Hot Pockets?”, he asked. “Both!”, she answered. “Just steal my heart why don’t you!”, he said before getting up to get them some food.

Later; he took her home. After walking her to the door; he pulled her close for one last kiss. It sent tingles throughout her body. When the kiss ended she was warm all over. “I’ll see you Monday?”, he asked her. She nodded her head yes as a response. “Good. I’ll text you later.”, he said before kissing her on her forehead. She watched him speed off and went inside and straight to bed.

It was bright and early Monday morning; and Kailah was in home room with her mind a million miles away. She was still thinking about him and the night they shared together. She could still feel his lips on her skin.

That’s when he came strolling into class just as the late bell rang. “Good morning everybody! What another glorious Monday morning!”, he exclaimed. “Well; good morning to you too, Mr. Harris! Nice of you to join us…on time.”, Mr. Morton; the home room teacher said to him. “Weeelllll hello Mr. Horton!…er I mean Morton. Hello Mr. Morton.”, he said to him. “Well! You’re in a good mood, Mr. Harris.”, he said to him. “Of course! I had a good weekend, Mr. Morton.”, he replied. “Ohhh! I take it you did something productive this weekend?”, Mr. Morton said to him. With his trademark smirk; he replied, “I’ll say.”

As he took his seat; he noticed her outfit and texted her.

Isaiah: nice outfit 😍 how long before I get to take it off? 😋😏

All she could was smile.

This is the longest fanfic I’ve ever written. It was worth it. I hope you like it.

😘

K.

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Part 8

Reader’s POV

Happy was snoring in my ear when I woke up against his chest and I looked up confused. The last thing I remember about last night was cumming for what felt like the 100th time that night and then everything went black. I attempted to wiggle out of his grasp but that only made him tug me closer and I bit back a squeak as my body was pulled on top of his.

“Hap?” I whispered as his other arm wrapped around me, cuddling me like I was a fucking teddy bear. “Happpp…..”

“Mmmm…” He mumbled in his sleep and I pouted.

“Happy! I have to pee! Let me go you, big caveman!” I sighed trying to wiggle away from him.

“You keep wiggling and I’m going to fuck you unconscious again.” He told me and I glared down at him.

“I really have to pee!” I stopped moving and pouted as I rested my chin on his chest.

“Fine…” He sighed and let me go, I quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. After peeing for what felt like an hour, I washed my hands before going back into my room. Happy wasn’t there and I looked around confused before going to the kitchen. I smiled as I saw Happy outside with Sammy and leaned against the kitchen doorway as I watched them. My smile grew as they played together and I forced myself to look away before Happy noticed me just starring.

I moved to my fridge and grabbed out eggs and bacon to make breakfast as I tried to calm my heart that had started racing slightly. What was wrong with me? Did I like Happy? I jumped as I broke an egg a little too hard and it splattered all over the counter. I bit my lower lip and grabbed some paper towels to clean up the mess I had just made.

Happy was stupid, had a horrible temper, and an awful personality. He was mean at times and didn’t care about anyone but himself. He even killed people, I knew what he did for the club, what the smiley faces were for but I still didn't care. I loved the way he made my body feel, how he made me feel. We’ve been talking more after we fuck recently, just random things. I did most of the talking but I did find out some things about Happy.

How his favorite color was red, that he broke his arm after trying to jump off the roof of his mom’s house when he was 9, he loved dogs and was very excited about Sammy being around. He told me some of the stories behind a few of his tattoos. I’d spend hours just tracing them as we talked, I know most of them by heart. I hear the sliding door open and my heart started beating faster as I bit my lower lip.

“What are you doing?” Happy asked and I couldn’t stop the sarcastic reply from coming out.

“Building a pyramid,” I heard him chuckle from behind me. “What’s it look like?”

“Smartass.” He smacked my ass and I jumped.

“Better than being a dumbass,” I mumbled and he wrapped his arm around my waist before nuzzling my neck, causing me to giggle. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“I like feeling your body against mine.” Happy playfully nipped at my throat and I moaned softly. He pushed his hardening cock against my ass, pushing me forward slightly. “Son of a bitch!”

“What’s wrong?” I turned around as Happy pulled away clutching his hand to his chest.

“Touched the burner.” He growled out.

“Let me see.” I held my hand out and he looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. “Come on, you big baby.” He rolled his eyes and gave me his hand. I looked it over and giggled.

“What?” He grunted.

“It’s just a little burn,” I told him and moved to the bathroom to grab a bandaid and some aloe. I came back to find Happy plating the food that I had forgotten about, I walked over and gently grabbed his hand. I put aloe on his hand then the bandaid before lifting his hand up to kiss over the bandaid which causes him to raise an eyebrow at me. “Got to kiss it to make it better.”

Happy chuckled and stepped closer before pulling me into a soft kiss. I could feel my heart flutter as I kissed him back. I liked this a lot, being in his arms as we kissed. Pulling back slowly, looking him in the eyes, and suddenly had an urge to tell him that I liked him.

“Happy…” I started and when he raised an eyebrow, I lost my nerve. “We should eat before the food gets cold.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and pulled away. We grabbed our plates and sat down at the table before eating in silence. I nervously avoided his gaze and focused on the eggs and bacon that I made. “You and Sammy coming to my place later?”

“Sure, I can bring some food of his to leave there.” I smiled.

“I actually got him some and some bowls.” Happy told me and I looked up at him surprised.

“What?” My jaw dropped.

“What? I want him to be comfortable there.” Happy shrugged and I smiled.

“Yeah, I do too,” I told him honestly. “What time will you be home?”

“Not too late, I’ll text you.” Happy told me.

“Okay, sounds good,” I told him and got up to put my plate in the dishwasher before moving to put food in Sammy’s bowl. “I’m going to go get dressed.”

“Okay,” Happy nodded still eating his food as I moved to my bedroom with a small smile. Deciding to go casual, I grabbed out a plaid overshirt and some ripped jeans with my combat boots. A nice black lace tank to go under the plaid before putting my hair up into a messy bun. The hickeys on my neck and breasts are dark, no amount of makeup would be able to cover it.

I stepped out of my bedroom and make my way back to the kitchen as Happy puts his plate in my dishwasher. He turned and his eyes scanned over my body, practically undressing me as he does. A small smirk came over his face as he leaned back against the counter.

“You’re making it very hard for me not to rip your clothes apart and fuck you on the counter.” Happy growled and my body heated up.

“We’re going to be late…” I said with a slight whimper to my voice.

“And?” He stepped closer to me.

“And if we both show up late that will be suspicious.” I pointed out even though I was extremely wet now. Happy paused and thought about this for a moment.

“Fine, but we’re going to do it on every surface in my house.” Happy smirked at me.

“I don’t expect anything less.” I giggled, he moved closer and surprised me with a soft kiss. I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck as I kissed him back. He pulled back slightly and our eyes met, the nervous butterflies came back to my stomach.

“I better go, gotta get some clothes to change into before work.” Happy said and pecked my lips before he pulled away from me.

“See you there…” I let out a shaky breath as I moved to the fridge, grabbing out water. I wasn’t really thirsty but I needed something to do.

“See ya.” Happy said and I heard his footsteps walk away before hearing the door open and close behind him. I leaned against the fridge and let out a sigh, Happy was going to be the death of me.

I went to work and everything was normal, although I did steal a few more glances at him than usual. He seemed more relaxed today and didn’t scream when I had to give him a newer car. Happy had to go do repos with Opie for the second half of the day. After work, I decided to hang out with Juice for a bit. I liked the adorable dork of a Son, he was like a big brother to me. We decided to play pool and Tig started complaining loudly from the couches, he was talking to Chibs, Bobby, and Jax.

“You remember that new pornstar at Luanne’s?” Tig asked them. “That Brandi with an I one, big tits, and brown hair.” Tig made a gesture with his hands to indicate big boobs and Juice and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, what about her, brother?” Jax asked as he lit a cigarette.

“Well, I’ve been trying to get with that and Happy fucking got there first,” Tig said and I tried hard not to let my whole body tense as those words left Tig’s mouth.

“Since when do you care about having seconds?” Bobby asked, raising an eyebrow at Tig.

“I don’t care about that but Happy is a rough bastard. Girl is going to need some time to recover from yesterday” Tig sighed like it was the most annoying thing in the word and I felt sick to my stomach. Yesterday? Like before he came over and fucked me? I felt dirty, sick, and on the verge of tears. I mumbled a lame excuse to Juice before grabbing Sammy and leaving the clubhouse quickly.

I got into my car and hit the steering wheel in frustration as tears started pouring down my face. Fuck Happy, fuck him for making me feel things and thinking that this could be more than it was. This was the last fucking time I cried over him. I thought as I pulled myself together enough to drive home, even though I didn’t really remember it. I got home and let out Sammy, before grabbing a bottle of vodka from my kitchen.

Letting myself drown in the vodka as I started sobbing on the kitchen floor. I was beyond hurt and pissed off but mostly at myself. I let myself believe that Happy and I could start something, that we could build into a relationship, that Happy liked me as more than just a lay. This was my fault, I wasn’t supposed to want more, I wasn’t supposed to like him.

I don’t know how long I stayed like that but eventually, I stopped crying and put the vodka away. I let Sammy back in and took a long hot shower as I attempted to keep myself from pulling apart. I laid my head against the wall and sighed. Why did I feel so heartbroken?

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. Heading into my room, I changed into the fluffiest PJs I had before curling up in bed with Sammy. Turning on the tv to try and drown out my own miserable thoughts. I glanced over when my phone started going off. Happy was trying to call and I pulled the blanket up further as I ignored it.

I knew that he was going to be pissed off and I didn’t care, I was too hurt and I didn’t want to talk. It’s obvious he didn’t care anyway so maybe if I just kept ignoring him he’d get the hint and just leave me alone. I closed my eyes and tried falling asleep.

Chib’s POV

As soon as those words left Tig’s mouth, Y/N was out of the clubhouse and I turned to glare at him. He hadn’t told me about this phase and I was just as surprised as the others.

“S’cuse us, brothers; I need Tiggy’s help wit’ somethin’.” I said as I yanked Tig out of his seat and dragged him to my dorm.

“What the hell, Chibby?” Tig looked at me in confusion.

“Wha’ the fuck was tha’!? Why didn’t ye feckin’ tell me abou’ tha’ moronic phase!? Didn’t ye see how hurt Y/N was?” I pushed him.

“I know, I know!” Tig held up his hands. “That was bad but I have my reasons. Just listen, okay?”

“Fine, go ahead.” I gestured to him to continue.

“Happy proved that he cares for her as more than just a bang by not sleeping with Brandi. I wanted to see just how much Y/N cared for him, I love her and I love him. I just wanted to know that neither was going to hurt the other.” Tig told me and I raised an eyebrow.

“Tha’s actually sweet o’ ya Tigger,” I admitted.

“Look, it’s going to be fine. Happy’s going to tell her that never happened and everything will be fine.” Tig said.

“Aye but there’s jus’ one issue,” I told him with a shake of my head.

“What’s that?” Tig asked.

“When Hap finds ou’, he’s goin’ ta beat ya bloody, ye idjit!” I exclaimed as I slapped him upside the head.

“No… No, no he’s not…” Tig’s eyes widen comically. “Oh god… he’s going to kill me.”

“Yes.” I nodded before patting his shoulder as I moved to walk out the room. “I’m goin’ let him too.”

“Chibs!” Tig’s terrified scream came from behind me as I left with a chuckle.

Happy’s POV

After the 5th time of calling and not getting an answer, I was beyond annoyed and worried now. Why the fuck weren’t you answering? I grabbed my kutte as I went back out to my motorcycle. I hadn’t planned on leaving for the night but I was starting to get worried about you. If something happened to you, I’d bury anyone that got in my way.

I didn’t give a shit about anyone seeing me at your place right now and pulled into the driveway. Your car was there and that made me even more worried for some reason. What if someone had broken into your house and done something? I got off my bike and made my way up to your door. I knocked on it hard and loud, my eyebrows furrowed as I heard Sammy barking. Well, he was okay so that was good but where the fuck was you?

I continued to knock hard and loud for the next 5 minutes and was about to kick the door in just as you opened the door. You looked awful, your eyes were red and puffy, your hair was wet and knotted, and you smelled like alcohol.

“What happened to you?” I asked in concern.

“Don’t…” You stepped out and closed the door behind you. “Don’t do that, better yet don’t talk at all. I’m done, Happy.”

“Done?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I’m done with this,” You gestured between us. “I’m done with you. I was dumb to ever think this could work, it can’t and that’s fine. I’m okay with that, we can just go back to our fighting and pretend this shit never happened.”

“Babygirl…” I stepped towards her, where the fuck was this coming from?

“No!” You stepped back, your voice cracking slightly. “No, I’m done. This, whatever the hell this is, it’s not worth it. You are not worth it.” I stepped back and stared at you in shock, it felt like you had just slapped me across the face. You glared at me before going back inside your house and slamming the door in my face.

I had no idea what to do or what I had done, I stood there on your porch trying to process what happened. Finally, I turned around and walked back to my bike in a daze before driving back to my house. Once, inside my house, rage boiled up inside myself and I lost it. I must have blacked out because when I came back to myself, my knuckles were bleeding, I was sitting on the ground, and my living room was destroyed. Holes in the walls, flipped over table and couch, holes in the wall, and broken glass everywhere.

My breathing was heavy and my hands hurt, I looked down at them and noticed that the bandaid you put on my hand was still on. I trailed my fingers over it gently and something wet dripped onto my hand. I hadn’t realized that I was crying and lifted a hand to attempt to wipe the tears away. How the hell was I supposed to go back to normal?

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Rio & Buster

Rio: This flight is long Rio: longer 'cos I don't wanna be on it 😒 Buster: Don't, I'm dreading flying back Rio: Can't stay there forever Rio: Unless you ask for that transfer too Rio: only fair Buster: We both could Rio: I really would have to buy my way in Rio: maybe my parents are susceptible to that kind of bribery, like you WANT me back in school, yeah Buster: You're forgetting I know how smart you are, babe Buster: They'd be lucky to have you, even though you're the most distracting Rio: 😏 Rio: Yeah, no way you'd be allowed when your grades mysteriously plummet Buster: Though I've just discovered that catching up on my work actually takes much less time if I ignore all the girls that are offering to help me right now Buster: So there's that Rio: Who'd have known, eh Rio: better than me, I don't even want to think about work or any of it yet Buster: I have to, 10 days is a long time, even though it didn't feel like long enough at all Rio: I know Rio: You'll do it though Buster: I've already done loads Buster: I started as soon as you left Rio: 🤓 Rio: but seriously Rio: well done, baby Buster: If I thought about you I knew I wouldn't be able to stop Buster: You were right when you said it'd be worse after Rio: I know that too Rio: feel that too Buster: At least if we were both thick we could pretend we ain't done the maths on how long it is Buster: The curse of perfection, like Rio: Truly Rio: we've both waited longer Rio: just gotta think how good waiting made it, yeah Buster: Yeah Buster: Not that I should be thinking about that at this exact moment Rio: Sorry Rio: having trouble thinking about anything else still Buster: Me too Rio: Headfuck Rio: nowhere near as fun Buster: Fun not being the word Rio: not even close to good enough but as I said Rio: preoccupied still Buster: You've got more privacy in first class than I do here right now Buster: Use it Rio: But Rio: you've spoilt me Rio: I want you Buster: But I wanna watch you Buster: I miss you Rio: You know how to break my resolve but what happened to yours Buster: I reckon I'm due a break Buster: You know I like to play as hard as I work Rio: Then let's play Buster: I'd play with you until you were begging me not to & the pilot had heard enough to risk crashing the plane Rio: You know I like danger Rio: but I'm feeling like begging for more, not less right now Buster: Go on then Buster: Convince me Rio: [pic on the floor 'cos that first-class legroom honey] Buster: Maybe you can have some more Rio: Only maybe Rio: okay, you need some more first too Rio: hold on Buster: Are you sure keeping me waiting is the best idea? Rio: It was that or give the poor air hostess a show she didn't ask for whilst she was topping up my drink Rio: [audio this time] Buster: She might have liked it Buster: You are good Rio: Would you? Rio: Enough marks I'm never forgetting who I belong to Buster: Is she hot? Rio: Yeah, pretty cute Buster: I'm not sharing you for 'pretty cute' Rio: Well I'm sure she's more your type than mine Buster: You're my type Buster: If you don't want her, I don't Rio: I want you Rio: no one else registers Buster: Good Buster: 'Cause I need you. Nobody else Rio: You've got me Rio: it's different this time in every way Rio: just 'cos I'm going, I'm not gone Rio: whenever you need me Buster: Wherever too, yeah? Rio: Of course Rio: even if I could say no to you, got no desire to Buster: Baby Rio: That stil gets me weak Rio: how the fuck Rio: I read that in your voice Buster: Everything I do makes you weak, that's why Rio: yeah Rio: good thing you can be strong enough for the both of us then Buster: Not sure the hotel staff would agree when we broke the bed but I'll hold you up same as I did then Buster: You don't ever need to touch the floor when you're with me, babe, unless that's where we both want you Rio: That was so awkward Rio: just means we get to go to a new and better hotel next time though so Buster: For somewhere so old school the future didn't have much staying power Rio: That Freudian slip really tell me how it be Rio: won't get used to these heights, don't worry 😉 Buster: 😂 Buster: When I've also been dyslexic all this time Rio: 😏 Nancy gonna be so pissed Rio: don't take her struggle and overcome it, babe Buster: If anyone could Buster: I'm definitely not gay though so Rio: Don't be tryna 💔 that hard Buster: I can't, I promised Rio: Yeah Rio: and lbr, I could turn ya Rio: if anyone could Buster: I don't want any other girls but you that's as close as ever got Rio: They don't deserve you Rio: and they can't do you like I can Buster: I meant it when I said you're the best thing that's ever happened to me Buster: You just keep making that more & more true, like Rio: don't plan on stopping any time soon, don't you worry Buster: Don't stop Rio: I won't if you don't Buster: That's not gonna happen Rio: then never Buster: Rio Rio: Buster Buster: I read that in your voice & I can't fucking handle it Rio: I've not said anything as much as I've said your name Buster: Don't stop that either Buster: I love the way you say it Rio: Keep giving me reason to Buster: Easy Rio: Would be right now Rio: this seat is so big we could share Buster: & Everyone wears headphones so there'd be no need to stay that quiet Buster: All we'd need is a blanket Rio: Complimentary, of course Buster: Just like me. I'd be so nice to you, baby Buster: The entire flight Rio: All the way home, daddy? Buster: Of course Buster: I'll let you recover in the cab while carry your bags in & then come back for you Rio: I want that Rio: it's going to be so shit when I get off this plane and you ain't waiting for me the other end Buster: I won't let it be Rio: I'll be fine Rio: just miss you Buster: I've sent you a surprise, it'll be waiting for you to compensate for the fact I can't be Rio: You're so fucking nice Buster: You haven't opened it yet 😈 Buster: There are loads of things to remind you of me Rio: then that's still really fucking nice, no matter how 😈 everything is bound to be Rio: I'm excited Buster: Show me when you unwrap everything Buster: I wanna see your face Rio: Okay baby Rio: Indie better not open it 😂 Buster: I thought of that so I sent it to your mum & dad's Rio: So smart Rio: although I will now have to bullshit my way through a fake holiday with them Rio: but could be vaguely entertaining Buster: Okay so I didn't think that hard ahead Buster: But you'll be fine Rio: Yeah Rio: lowkey a turn-on 'cos whilst I'm selling them the lie, get to think of what we were actually doing Rio: so don't worry, babe Buster: I feel that, so many people have asked me if I'm feeling better Buster: The yeah's not even a lie but Rio: 😏 Rio: The shit you shouldn't do is always the most fun, just facts Rio: secrets are fun too Buster: Yeah Buster: That's why the party's are so wild here 'cause the drinking age is ridiculous Rio: Init Rio: you ain't even meant to be fucking Rio: America and it's morality Buster: The coke is great though Rio: 😂 Buster: Well, now I wanna go out Rio: I'm sure everyone's missed you Buster: Obviously Rio: You said you've earnt a break Buster: I took that, I gotta do more before I get another Rio: Don't let me distract you then, babe Buster: But that's what you do best Buster: Don't let me stop you Rio: Gotta priortize Rio: how you wanna play Buster: With you Buster: There's no contest Rio: then don't get completely off your face when I'm stuck in the air Rio: can't get on that level Buster: No brandy, I hear you Rio: mhmm Rio: you dumb Buster: Behave Rio: Not if you aren't Rio: no fair Buster: I won't do anything you don't want me to Rio: You can go Rio: not a buzzkill Buster: You've already proved that, you don't need to now Rio: Sorry Rio: I just turned my data back on and instantly regretted it Rio: that's the real comedown Buster: Tell me Rio: It's mostly just the mundane shit Rio: but loads from him obviously Rio: 'cos I told him I was going, so he wouldn't show up when Indie was home alone or something Rio: but clearly he took that as 'I wanna talk again' Buster: He didn't & Indie's alright, yeah? Rio: Yeah, I've been messaging her on socials, she's fine Rio: why I turned my data off, he's blocked everywhere but texts so Buster: Then give me his number, I'd love to talk to him Rio: I can't, he probably knows who you are Rio: he knows everything it's bizarre Buster: He'll know exactly who I am when I'm done Rio: Hot Rio: seriously, forget about him Rio: ain't giving him the attention he wants Buster: That'd be fine by me if he wasn't giving you attention you don't want Rio: I can handle that Buster: I know but you shouldn't have to Rio: It'll quiet down soon Rio: we all got crazy exes, those of us that do repeats anyway Rio: he'll get a new girl and I can get on with my life without him in the background, like Buster: If you say so, babe Buster: I trust you Rio: Good Rio: don't worry Buster: Don't make me Rio: I won't Rio: promise Rio: least the rest have let themselves be ghosted with dignity so that's something Buster: That don't mean don't tell me, you know, before you promise Buster: Ignorance ain't bliss Rio: I'll tell you if I need to, yeah Rio: trust, no one needs this play by play Buster: If you need to for any reason, not just if you need me to sort it Rio: I promise, okay Buster: Okay Rio: So, what do you reckon, is anyone here got enough clout that they looked the other way when checking their bags for bags Rio: I'm bored Buster: Probably Buster: They only care about terrorists Rio: Tell that to Drew, let him know, like Buster: Not until I've gone though Buster: Cheers Rio: don't wanna hit him up to soon Rio: I ain't looking to have a stomach full of crack tah Buster: Fair Buster: When I say you can do anything, not what I mean Rio: Not my aspiration in life, gotta be said Buster: At least the ones you do have will keep you busy until I'm done here Rio: Then what Buster: Then I'll keep you busy all summer Rio: Mm, sounds like a plan Buster: It is, babe. It's my plan Rio: Um, OURS Rio: 'scuse you Buster: Alright, ours Rio: Always trying to claim the best ideas Buster: Hit me with your best right now Buster: I dare you Rio: Answer this call Buster: [does obvs] Rio: [put on that facetime show but try and be quiet please] Buster: [we know that ain't gonna happen but at least don't be as loud as you could be] Rio: [getting kicked off the plane is not goals lol] Buster: [at least he can afford to buy her another flight but still probably don't] Rio: [just thinking of that gifset lol] Buster: [god bless] Rio: see Rio: full of good ideas Buster: You really are Buster: Fuck Rio: don't doubt me again, yeah Buster: Sorry babe, but if it means you'll be that inspired, I might have to Rio: Alright Rio: I don't hate proving you wrong, I guess Buster: Behave, I wasn't wrong Rio: 🙄 Rio: admit it, I have the best ideas Buster: You have good ideas, I never said you didn't Rio: You implied it Rio: you're mean 😏 Buster: You're into it Rio: Only sometimes Rio: the rest you gotta treat me like 👑 Buster: You ain't gotta tell me how to treat you. I know Rio: Yeah Rio: you're good Rio: 😇 Buster: No, you are. It's that simple Buster: I wanna give you what you deserve Rio: You deserve that too Buster: As long as I keep making sure I deserve you that's all that matters Rio: stop making me weak Buster: You're all I want, you already know that Rio: but I feel stupid how much I want you right now Buster: Don't Buster: It's not stupid Rio: It's just Rio: what if it all goes wrong again Buster: I told you, I'm not gonna let that happen Rio: You know, that'd be worse this time too Rio: and I just don't want that Rio: so we can't Buster: We won't Buster: I need you, Rio Rio: I need you Buster: You can trust me Rio: Okay Rio: I don't know how this happened Rio: but I know we have to roll with it Rio: the alternative doesn't work Buster: Yeah Buster: & I know I ain't the same cunt I was before this Buster: I don't wanna go back Rio: Me either Rio: so we won't Rio: easy Buster: I really miss you though, that ain't Rio: Yeah Rio: I never wanted to leave Buster: I didn't want you to. I still don't Buster: Come back Rio: I'll turn this plane 'round Rio: hold on Buster: If anyone could, babe Rio: If we'd have got caught earlier, maybe Rio: but you'd have to talk them out of that no-fly list, probably Buster: We can always go again Buster: I've got you Rio: How are we ever gonna get anything done Rio: when we're so distracted Buster: You've distracted me since we were kids Buster: Things get done 'cause they have to, like Buster: We'd be your ex if we didn't, that's all the motivation you need Rio: who needs the books or inspirational speeches Rio: ugh Buster: We're gonna do epic shit, me & you Rio: You know it, babe Rio: what choice do we have Buster: There's always a choice but we're making the right ones. End of Rio: can make the wrong ones sometimes though Rio: just for fun, like Buster: Stop making it really fucking hot, I'm trying to motivate you Rio: 😋 Rio: please motivate me Buster: Jesus Buster: I actually want you constantly Rio: I know Rio: no matter how deep you go or hard or whatever it's never enough you're so Rio: I can't be close enough to you Buster: If anyone else said that to me I'd have lost my shit in the total opposite way to how I am now Buster: Do you know how fucking special you are to me? Can I ever explain, like Rio: 'Cos you feel it too Rio: you know exactly what I mean Rio: I just want you, in all aspects of my life Rio: nothing else is interesting to me now Buster: I feel emotional, shut up Rio: That's what I was saying Rio: weak Rio: idk, don't planes make some people emotional Buster: I'm not on a plane & I can't be weak Rio: Yeah you can Rio: who am I telling, and what Rio: you can be whatever you need with me Buster: Can I? Rio: Yeah Rio: of course Rio: I want you to Buster: I've just never Buster: Felt this, done this Buster: Any of it Rio: It's different from anything I've ever experienced too Rio: but you know Rio: I can be strong for you too Rio: I don't want you to think it's one way Rio: another stress Buster: I don't think that Buster: I know how strong you are Rio: Good Rio: you can trust me too, okay Buster: I do Rio: Ugh Rio: fuck Rio: I miss you Buster: Seriously, come back Buster: We got away with it, we can again Rio: I'll lose my job Rio: you'll lose all that cash Buster: I'll get you a new job Buster: When you want it Rio: 😏 how are you gonna do that then Buster: I live in Dublin too, I know people Rio: I thought you were motivating me Rio: not being a bad influence 😈 Buster: I'm motivating you get what you really want Buster: Me Rio: Baby Buster: Please Rio: You know it's exactly what I want too Rio: but we can't Buster: Nobody can stop us, except us, & why should we if that's not what we want Rio: 'cos you've gotta focus on school whilst you're there Rio: and I've got stuff here that I've gotta do too Buster: This school requires no focus, compared to the one back home it's like nursery Buster: I know you're worried about Indie but it ain't your job to raise her Rio: but someone has to Rio: you know he can't Rio: don't Buster: Let your parents then Buster: They want to Rio: They clearly have a great handle on the kids they have Rio: not like their 16 year old has just been...where, with who? Rio: it's not that simple Rio: never has been, sad but true Buster: Come on, that's different, we're not kids Rio: I wanna say yes but I don't wanna break a promise either Buster: I know, it's okay Buster: I'm not trying to put pressure on, like, I am but only 'cause you should be making choices for you Buster: Like you said, you're 16, we ain't kids but you ain't gotta live like you're 36 Buster: What about Drew's sister, can't she help? Rio: I can never just make choices for me though Rio: she's already upset I left, and all the other kids act like I ditched them becaused I moved out already Rio: like it or not, that's how it is for me Rio: she does, but Indie is Rio: hard to manage, like Buster: Forget I said anything Buster: It's only a couple of months now anyway Buster: I'm being unfair Rio: You aren't Rio: it is what I want Rio: and I want you to be happy too Rio: but we got some shit we just gotta do, yeah Buster: Yeah Buster: That's life Rio: Mhmm Rio: stupid real life Buster: It's a shame we can't bring Indie here, she'd love it, like Rio: Seriously Rio: she'd have no issue saying yes Buster: She might have an issue with me & you but who won't Rio: Well yeah Rio: that's a whole other subject Rio: she's easily distracted but probably not that much Buster: Even your little brothers ain't that out of it Rio: no, they ain't Rio: that's gonna be harder too now Rio: being around everyone Buster: Yeah Buster: It's fucked Rio: We can do it Rio: we'll have to but Buster: At least it's always been like that for me, I'm sorry I brought you there too with yours Rio: What do you mean Buster: Your fam love you & shit Buster: You know Rio: Yeah Rio: yours do too though Rio: not me, though sure, everyone does Buster: It's not the same Rio: no, true Rio: it's not like my family is idylic Rio: everyone's got their shit Buster: 'Course Rio: I'm saying, I was already there Rio: you ain't done anything, so don't need to apologize Buster: I've done loads to you over the last few days but sure Buster: Not sorry for any of that Rio: 😏 definitely don't be Rio: I'm not Rio: even if it is a shame I can't tell anyone just how good it was Buster: You can Buster: Just think up a new boyfriend that you just have to come back & see ASAP Rio: Okay Rio: but they ain't gonna KNOW the level 'cos they won't know it's you Rio: have to keep that my secret, like Buster: Secrets turn you on, there's no denying it Rio: You turn me on Rio: it's total coincidence Buster: Yeah? Rio: I mean, yeah, it's seriously hot 'cos you're off-limits but I think I'd still want you if you weren't Rio: don't you think? Buster: Obviously I would Buster: Look at you Rio: 😋 Rio: exactly Rio: just a bonus who you are Rio: don't see me trying to get on any of my other cousins like, ew Buster: You're funny Rio: Does that mean you really don't think I am or Buster: It means you're making me laugh Buster: Maybe I'm just fucking hysterical still but Rio: awh Rio: I love your laugh Buster: Don't take the piss Rio: I'm not Rio: I'm sad I can't hear it Buster: Don't be sad either Rio: I'll try Buster: Try for me, baby Rio: 🤤 Buster: I'm in a state, why did I go out? Rio: For the coke, mostly Rio: you gone? Buster: I don't feel here Buster: But maybe that's 'cause you aren't Rio: Babe Rio: What do you need, what can I do? Buster: I'm alright Buster: Have to be Rio: You don't have to Rio: but if you're gonna be a mess be safe Buster: I don't wanna be a mess Rio: 'course not Rio: but sometimes we all have to be that too, like Buster: I can't Buster: You said it shouldn't be conditional, but it is Buster: When I fuck up they stop caring about me Rio: They still care it's just they don't show it in the right way 'cos they're disappointed Rio: it's still something, even if it feels like shit Buster: Bullshit. Nance is more than disappointed for one Rio: Well that's different with her Rio: stuff happened you'll have to agree to forget or talk about Buster: Don't hate me again, okay? Ever Rio: I never did, not really Rio: but I'm not going either, alright Buster: Yeah, don't Buster: There's nobody here that's Rio: That's what? Buster: It just feels like there's no one here but me Rio: You're just far away Rio: from real people Rio: and people who really know you Rio: but you're okay, I've got you Buster: I don't want that anymore Rio: What do you want? Buster: Things that are real Rio: Let's make that happen then Rio: we'll find real things for you Buster: You're real for me though Rio: Yeah Rio: Just 'cos we have to be apart for a bit, doesn't mean it's gotta be how it's always been Rio: I can talk to you all the time, be so annoying, I swear Buster: You're so cute, I swear Rio: Shh Rio: you Buster: No, 'cause you are & you don't know Rio: You're so sweet to me Buster: Not as sweet as I wanna be Buster: I don't know how to do that Rio: Well I like you Rio: I can always teach you Buster: You never did teach me how to kiss so Rio: You still want lessons, baby? Buster: Don't tell me I need 'em Rio: I don't think so but you sound like you're still bitter about it Rio: plenty other things I can show you Buster: Bitter ain't the word, don't worry Rio: Kid didn't stick around to dare us to try again, like Buster: He wanted your first kiss that's why Buster: Didn't reckon on me having it Rio: I'm glad it was you Rio: not gonna forget your name, like Buster: 😂 Rio: Serious Rio: got enough regrets since Buster: They'll motivate you if I can't Rio: you reckon Buster: 'Course Buster: Gotta keep doing better Rio: Yeah Rio: 'til what? Rio: what's the end goal? Buster: It's never over, you can always improve from where you were or get somewhere else you wanna be Rio: I guess so Buster: You calling bullshit? Rio: Nah Rio: Just thinking Buster: What? Rio: Just about what I want Rio: what I don't Buster: If you're about to dump me, you've really picked your moment, babe Rio: Shut up Rio: no Buster: Like cheers for letting me have these last few days first but Rio: 😂 Rio: Stop Rio: like you're getting off that easy Buster: You know you can get me off very easy, that's why I want you to stay Rio: 😏 Rio: touche Rio: and works for me Buster: Works on you too, everything I do for you Rio: You know you make me feel good, baby Buster: Better than good Rio: Yes Rio: happy Buster: You make me feel happy too Rio: Good, that's all I want Buster: Nothing else? Are you sure? Rio: Well Rio: if you're offering Buster: I am Buster: What do you want? Rio: Just you Rio: and you and more you Buster: I told you, you're fucking cute Rio: I just like you Buster: You're making me blush Rio: You're making me miss you so fucking much Rio: the cutest Buster: [sends pics of his cute face] Rio: 😍 Rio: you're unreal Rio: and mine Buster: I wanna kiss you so badly right now Buster: All these girls here & none of them are you Rio: It's so rude and unfair Rio: your lips are so soft Buster: I'm not gonna stop there Buster: Your skin is flawless Buster: My mouth needs to be on all of it Rio: Are you gonna be gentle? Buster: At first Rio: Buster Buster: I just like you too Rio: I know Rio: Be back soon Rio: okay Buster: Okay Rio: We're gonna have the best summer Buster: I promise Rio: 😊 Rio: we should go away somewhere else Buster: Where do you wanna go? Rio: Hmm Rio: anywhere hot Rio: the less clothes you need the better Buster: Fine, I admit you have the best ideas Rio: 😏 Rio: THANK YOU Buster: Don't shout at me Buster: So rude Rio: How could I Rio: being 'round you, making me forget my manners, I reckon Buster: You've gotta be a good girl Buster: Angelic like Buster: Who else is gonna balance me out Rio: Only for you Rio: 'cos you ask so nice Buster: Yeah, nobody else Buster: You're my baby, not theirs Rio: I'm so ridiculously yours Rio: I don't need nobody else Rio: or nothing Buster: I'll make sure you don't Buster: Give you everything Rio: I know you will Rio: you do Buster: Tell me I can get on a plane too & meet you there Rio: Is this a test Rio: of how good I am Rio: 'cos 😩 Buster: It's just what I want Rio: Me too Rio: you're fucking addictive Rio: actually Rio: sounds so cringe for how real it feels Buster: I can't tell anyone even if you said the most embarrassing shit ever uttered Buster: But that's not Buster: It's accurate Rio: Keep it in mind Rio: I still fucking feel you but not enough Rio: just aches Buster: Me too Rio: No matter how many times I make myself cum, I'm still craving you Buster: That's the hottest thing & also exactly how I feel Rio: Kinda never want this plane to land Rio: unless it's back with you, obviously Rio: real life is the worst Buster: If you don't land you can't open your present though Rio: that's true Rio: I should probably sleep but I don't wanna Buster: Dream about me Buster: That was real life too & it was the best Rio: I like sleeping with you Buster: Get on the phone, I'll tell you a story Rio: If you get any more daddy you're actually gonna have to put a kid in me Rio: warning you, like Buster: I'm keeping up with you, going home to be such a MILF Rio: 😂 Rio: you're just too fucking hot Rio: it's dangerous Buster: Don't worry baby, I'll keep you safe Rio: Stop Rio: or Imma come back and fuck up your whole life Rio: 😏 Buster: Come back & be my whole life Rio: 😍 Rio: I swear to GOD, boy Buster: Swear to me, you know you want to Rio: Fuck Rio: just fuck me Rio: fuck my whole life Buster: [calls her so he can sorry everyone] Rio: [either making this flight very interesting or very long for everyone else lmao] Buster: [at least she's not in business class that's just pervy men but she could've got that promo tho] Rio: [pass a bowl round] Buster: [lol imagine] Rio: [better leave this ‘fore an ily slip]

[geekmama]

The Kensington House

 Pure fluff and kid!fic besides, this is the 26th part of my Time of the Season series, and written for the Where prompt in the BDT of prompts I’ve been working on - 98 down and 2 to go!

There was something amiss. Sherlock knew it as soon as he laid eyes on his wife, on returning to 221B earlier than his text that afternoon had originally estimated. Molly was very happy to see him, but there was something around her eyes, and in her smile, and in her embrace when she rose from the dinner table and came round to greet him. The baby must have been put to bed already, but the three older children were their usual selves, each of them vying for attention and yammering on when Sherlock was frowning with narrowed eyes, striving for wordless communication with their mother. 

But then Jon popped up with, “Oh, and Lady Smallwood came to visit today, she walked in just when we’d started playing pirates!” 

And Will laughed. “Yes, we were bashing about with our swords, even Daisy. And Lexie was helping Mum with the laundry, so the place was a complete tip! I think Lady Smallwood was pretty shocked, she didn’t stay for tea or anything--” 

“But Daddy!” Daisy broke in, tugging with some violence on the sleeve of his Belstaff. “She asked us to dinner tomorrow -- all of us, not just you and Mummy. At her beautiful house! May we go, pleeeease?” 

Sherlock pried Daisy’s little hand from his coat and gave it a squeeze, though he raised a brow at Molly’s expression. “Is that what it is?” 

He saw that she was tempted to brush it off, but then she gave a rueful chuckle. “Well, yes, a bit. Not that I blame the children! If it hadn’t been pouring buckets all day, we could have gone out somewhere, a museum and the park perhaps. But with Lexie barely on the mend from that virus...” 

“Yes, the weather was far too cold,” Sherlock agreed. “It’s ridiculous for the beginning of May, and particularly inconvenient on a day when these tiresome brats are out of school and must be kept occupied lest they tear the place apart.” The tiresome brats merely laughed at this, and hugged him, and he couldn’t help smirking. But he said to Molly, “Not the best way to spend your day off. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stay and help. ” 

“Greg needed you,” Molly shrugged. “And we managed -- though I believe Will was right about Alicia being shocked. Mrs. Hudson let her in and we didn’t hear her coming up the stairs, so there was no time to put things to rights. But we can discuss this later, if you like. I believe your greedy sons have left you at least a few scraps of dinner! Come sit down.” 

But Daisy, dissatisfied at this put-off, said, “But Mummy, Daddy, can we go tomorrow? If we promise to be good?” 

The thought of his children on the loose in Alicia Smallwood’s elegant Kensington mansion was enough to strike dismay into the heart of a stronger man than Sherlock Holmes, promises or no. But Molly reiterated in her “Mummy’s Serious” tone, “Your father and I will discuss it later!” and Daisy sighed, dramatically sulky as only a four year old -- his four year old -- could be, but ultimately accepting the delay without further complaint.

 *

 Alicia might be known as Lady Smallwood, Associate of the British Government, but she was also very much a woman and a mother, and was not at all impervious to the sight of three of the four Holmes urchins, all dressed to the nines and fairly dancing with anticipation of a high treat as they made their way into the gate and up the front walk, their wary but resigned parents in tow. 

“No running! And remember: your best manners,” Molly was heard to say, probably for the tenth time. 

Alicia chuckled as Mycroft came up beside her at the door and took her hand in his. 

“Let’s hope you’re still amused two hours from now,” he murmured. 

“Oh, hush,” she said, giving him a severe look. “You know you love them to pieces.” 

Mycroft gave a sigh of resignation. “I do, but I prefer them in small doses, rather than en masse.” 

Alicia chuckled at that. “They’ll be fine.” She turned back to greet Daisy as the little girl cast off restraint and flitted ahead, up the walkway. 

“Look at my new dress, Aunt Alicia!” she exclaimed, as she bounced up the few marble steps to the wide porch. She stopped to smooth the skirt of the pink satin confection she was wearing. “Isn’t it lovely?” 

“My dear, you look ravishing,” Alicia assured her, bending down to kiss her cheek. 

Daisy sweetly returned the favor, and then said, brightly, “Hello, Uncle Mycroft! We’re here!” 

“So I see,” said Mycroft, the laughter in his voice almost entirely free of disapprobation. 

“Look, lads!” said Sherlock, too brightly, as the rest of the family approached in Daisy’s wake. “Uncle Mycroft is here, too! Now we’re guaranteed a fine selection of cake!” 

Alicia narrowed her eyes at Mycroft’s brother but refrained from comment as Molly had the matter in hand with raised brows and a useful jab with her elbow. 

Unfortunately, he only simpered at Molly before turning his teasing gaze on his brother again. “Things must be slow at the office with both of you able to be here,” he remarked. 

“An accurate observation,” said Mycroft, “and a fact for which we must all be thankful. Boys! You look very smart -- and uncomfortable. I thought school was out several hours ago.” 

“We had our music lessons just before we came,” Jon said, wrinkling his nose. “Madame insists we dress like gentlemen.” 

“Ah, so I recall now, and very proper, too,” said Mycroft with approval, “though if your parents permit you might at least remove your ties -- God knows your father hasn’t worn one in years. Molly, my dear, you look as ravishing as your daughter.” 

Molly, who wore a lacy white cardigan over a light blue sheath that prettily accentuated her still-slender figure, said warmly, “It’s good to see you, Mycroft.” 

“And you,” said Mycroft, with real sincerely, smiling down at his sister-in-law. 

“Alicia,” said Sherlock. “You’re looking well.” 

Alicia raised a brow. “Thank you,” she said, then silently mouthed one word at him: Behave! 

He made no verbal reply, just assumed a comically wounded expression and placed his hand over his heart. 

Alicia rolled her eyes and and turned back to the little boys. “I see that you’ve brought along your violin, Jon, and we’ve just had the piano in the drawing room re-tuned. Will you two favor us with your latest pieces?” 

“Yes!” said Jon with alacrity, and Will smiled, too, his eyes lighting at the prospect of sitting down behind Alicia’s beautiful baby grand. “But can we play in the back garden after?” 

Alicia laughed, remembering the astoundingly grubby but eminently satisfied look of the three the last time they’d been allowed the run of the back garden. The lawn and shrubbery were quite extensive for a home situated in the middle of London -- which was, of course, one reason for tonight’s invitation. Alicia said, “If your parents permit, yes, but you should probably wait until after we’ve had dinner. Now come in, all of you, and let’s have some music!”

 *

 The children had been on their best behavior, both prior to dinner and throughout the rather formal meal, sufficiently awestruck by their surroundings to be quieter and more careful than usual, and actually put into use the manners they’d been taught. Now they had been released to play in the back garden while the light lasted, much to Molly’s relief. The house was not at all “childproof”, for Alicia’s three children were grown and had been gone a dozen years or more. None of the three had elected to settle in the noisy bustle and excitement of London and now rarely even visited the metropolis. Alicia’s eldest, the current Lord Smallwood, had settled at the country estate with his wife and son, shortly after the death of his father; her younger son had emigrated to Australia in his early twenties and was still gainfully employed in the music industry when he wasn’t indulging in some extreme sport or other, to which his mother was forced to turn a blind eye or go mad with worry; and the daughter of the family had married a Scots physician and was settled in a picturesque little town outside Edinburgh, busily raising a pair of ginger-haired twin girls and apparently more than content with rural life. 

“It’s a shame your children don’t care for the city,” Molly commiserated, as Alicia stepped up beside her, near the window where she had been surreptitiously keeping an eye on her brood. “You must miss them.” 

Alicia gave a little shrug, though she was smiling as she looked out at the children in the garden. “Oh, I don’t know. It gives one a good reason to indulge in frequent holidays. Mycroft and I were in Scotland just last weekend, for example -- Allison and Amabel are growing up so quickly! And I believe it won’t be long before they and their cousins -- my oldest boy’s children -- will be able to come visit us in London, whether their parents accompany them or not.” 

Molly smiled. “That will be an event.” 

“To be sure. They’re already anxious to meet their little Holmes cousins.” But then Alicia chuckled. “Heavens, I can just see -- and hear -- Mycroft.” 

Molly gave a small snort of laughter. “We’ll have to get him a bottle of his favorite wine for the occasion. Or even brandy! But he’s been very welcoming to our little savages this evening. I was a bit surprised you dared to invite us, after that display at Baker Street yesterday. Not our finest moment.” 

“Don’t be absurd,” said Alicia. “Entirely understandable under the circumstances! And there’s not a mean-spirited bone among the lot of them. Really, Molly, you’ve done an amazing job with them.” 

“Well, thank you, but Sherlock has a great deal to do with it, too, you know. He’s a wonderful father.” 

“Marriage and fatherhood seem to have been the making of him, certainly,” Alicia agreed. “Gave him something to think about other than his beautiful, brilliant self, which was exactly what he needed. Still, who would have guessed, nine years ago?” 

“Well… I did,” Molly said with a smile. 

“So you did.” Alicia turned to Molly and considered her thoughtfully for a few moments, and finally Molly raised an inquiring brow. Alicia said, as if in reply. “Speaking of yesterday… not that that has anything to do with it, really, it merely reminded me why… well… I assure you I’ve had it in mind for months...” 

Amused at this uncharacteristic rambling, Molly asked,. “Alicia, are you quite alright? What did you have in mind?” 

Alicia took a deep breath through her nose, steadying herself, then glanced around before meeting Molly’s eyes again. “Do you like this house?” 

Molly laughed. “Well, of course. How could one not?” 

“Yes. Well. I like it, too. But it wants… a family. It was made for a family, all those years ago, and of course it was a splendid home for mine when the children were growing up, but… they’ve been gone a long time, now. And my husband… well. In any case, I was wondering… would you and Sherlock like to have it?” 

Molly stared, gave a choking exclamation of “What? Alicia, you--” 

“Rent free, of course,” Alicia interrupted, as though Molly hadn’t spoken. “Though there is still the upkeep -- I use a service now, and they are most efficient, if a trifle costly, though with the children you might want to hire some staff -- not necessarily live-in, though there is certainly room, there are quarters for at least two or three persons off the kitchen. And there are the taxes. But I’m given to understand the two of you could well afford those things and still keep Baker Street as an office for Sherlock, and as a second… ah… bolthole? Guest house? In any case, I don’t suppose you’d care to give it up. You have done such a lovely job renovating it since you and Sherlock married and the children began to arrive.” 

“Alicia! You cannot be serious!” 

“I am, though.” A little smile tugged at Alicia’s lips. “I have finally acquiesced to Mycroft’s wishes and consented to move into his house. There is some refurbishment already being done there in preparation.” 

“Oh!” Molly smiled. “That’s wonderful! Are you… that is--” 

“I have not yet agreed to marry him. We are still in negotiations on that point.” 

Molly laughed. “Oh, Alicia, you are… the completest thing. To keep The British Government on a lead for all these years…” 

Alicia chuckled, and looked quite smug. But she said, “So. Will you discuss it with Sherlock? Since little Alexandra came along it is all too apparent to those who love you that 221B Baker Street will soon be filled to bursting. Here there are enough bedrooms for each of your children to have his or her own with plenty left over for guests, a playroom, an office. I won’t be taking much of the furniture, just a few favorite pieces, and you can keep what you like, and replace the rest at your leisure. Daisy, and even the boys might like to pick out new furnishings for their bedrooms, for example. They still share a room at 221B, I believe?” 

“Yes,” said Molly, feeling quite dazed. “John’s old bedroom, though they’re getting so big… and we’ve been in a quandary about Lexie, now that she is getting older. She can’t stay in our room much longer.” 

“And here she won’t have to!” Alicia said cheerily. “There is a lovely little bedroom that would be perfect for her, just across from the master suite.” 

“The master suite!” Molly repeated, even more dazed. Not that she and Sherlock had not been blissfully happy in his bedroom… well, their bedroom, for almost a decade now. But still… 

“Would you like to come upstairs and take a look around? And I believe Mycroft has been presenting the proposal to Sherlock while we’ve been talking, and I haven’t heard any explosions. I take it as a good sign, don’t you?” 

“Oh, Heavens. I don’t know what to say, Alicia. Why… why?” 

“I don’t want to sell -- the property just gets more and more valuable. But I don’t want it to sit vacant, either. And lease it to strangers? I… I just don’t think I could do it. Think of it this way: you and Sherlock will be doing me a great favor.” Alicia laughed again at Molly’s apparently obvious bewilderment. “Come! Pull yourself together. The children will be fine out in the garden for half an hour. Let’s go see what Sherlock thinks, and the two of you can take a look at the rooms upstairs -- go all over the house, in fact, so you can make an informed decision.”

 *

 It was after midnight and he and Molly were in bed, but not sleeping. Far from it. They were both lying on their backs, staring at the deeply shadowed ceiling. Holding hands. Still both astounded at the way their world was being overturned. 

Sherlock thought one minute that he couldn’t do it, then the next he remembered that he would not be leaving 221B, precisely -- he would still spend a great deal of time there. And Baker Street was just as close to the boys’ school as the Kensington house. He could imagine his sons racing over when class let out, if he were not out on some case; doing their homework or playing until he should be ready to journey home. 

Home. 

They could still practice their music here, after school -- Mrs. Hudson would grieve for it, else. 

Ah, Hudders. What would she say to all this? She was getting on in years, of course. Didn’t make the journey up the stairs with tea and scones nearly as often lately. Visited her sister in Devon more, though that lady’s health was failing rapidly, from what he gathered. That would be a blow and no mistake.  And it might not be long before she herself… well. Time was a cruel master to all, even their timeless landlady (Not your housekeeper! -- he grinned briefly in the black night). 

There’d be room at the Kensington house for her, too, if it came to that. 

Ten bedrooms. Lord. Not quite as bad as Musgrave, but along those lines. 

They would have to acquire a housekeeper. 

And a second violin for Jon to keep at 221B. The spinet could stay, since Mycroft had a fine instrument of his own and Alicia had told them she was content to leave her baby grand with the House. William would like that -- and Molly. And the girls, eventually. Daisy was nearly old enough to begin lessons already. 

But… it still hurt to think of leaving. After all the work they’d put into 221B (and C) to create a suitable environment for their growing family. Of course, they had not realized just how much their family would grow when they’d begun the renovations. 

Four children. Who would have thought it, a decade back? And yet here they were with a houseful -- and nothing yet done to prohibit a potential fifth. They’d have to think seriously about that, or risk another surprise. Alexandra had been a delightful one, to be sure, but five children? It seemed excessive, to put it mildly. 

Though his parents wouldn’t mind. They reveled in their role, Mummy dismissing the bother with a wave of her hand, and merely hiring some neighbors’ daughters, lively teenaged girls, to help out when Will, Jon, and Daisy were to stay more than a night or two. And Lexie, soon enough. 

And he gave a slight snort of laughter at the thought of denying his own happiness. 

“What?” Molly whispered, turning her head on the pillow to peer at him, squeezing his hand.

He squeezed back. “I am… counting my blessings, I suppose.” 

She let go of his hand and turned onto her side to face him, fingers rather shyly smoothing the soft material of the ancient T-shirt he wore. She said, “Do you think the Kensington house would enhance them?” 

“I think it might. I think we’d be fools not to accept. Our children are not going to stop growing.” 

She chuckled. “No! Though sometimes I wish…” 

“What? That time would stop?” He moved to face her and put his hand on her waist. 

“Yes,” she said, and, closing the final gap, kissed him. 

He smiled beneath the kiss, bittersweet. 

He’d always known there were two sides of the coin called love, which was why he’d shied away from it for so many years, and even this issue, the inexorable march of time, was an ever-present weight. Pain was always part of the joy -- and perhaps made the joy all the sweeter. 

Doors closing. 

And others opening, down the way. 

“I’m a lucky man,” he whispered, when he could. 

“You are,” she whispered back. “And a brave one, too.” 

But he laughed softly at that, knowing that it was only she who allowed him to be so. Physical courage had never been an issue, and he had never lacked confidence in his intellectual abilities. But love… the one thing that truly mattered… that had required assistance. 

The loyalty and perception and faith of one Molly Hooper had been necessary to complete him. 

He reached up and brushed the auburn hair back behind the perfect pale pink shell of her ear, seeing the colors in his mind’s eye, even in the shadows. 

How long had it been since they’d made love in the clear light of morning, or through a long, golden afternoon? 

And yet, the darkness enhanced one’s other senses. 

Touch. 

Smell. 

Taste. 

“I love you,” he replied, still whispering. 

“I know,” she whispered back. 

And, sensing his need, she gave herself to him once again, in that well-practiced way she had… skill… infinite tenderness… an old comfort… 

Yet somehow, she could still surprise him… somehow it was always, always new.

 *

 Mycroft was stuck in his office, but Alicia was able to escape for a few hours on the evening of the Big Move, accepting the invitation to join his brother’s family, John and Rosie Watson, and Greg Lestrade for a celebratory dinner of Thai take-away, and to see the changes that had been wrought at the Kensington house. 

Alicia had moved out nearly two months before to facilitate matters, and was happier living with Mycroft than she had imagined possible -- and he seemed content, too. He had twice reiterated his proposal that they should marry, and she had almost accepted the last time. Perhaps it would not needlessly complicate their lives. Perhaps she was making too much of a fuss over it. She knew many women who were on their third or even fourth marriage -- and most of them were divorcees, a situation far more difficult than her own. Being a widow, with her children grown and getting on with their lives, really did simplify matters. 

She was still mulling over this subject as she arrived at her former residence, and did not move on until she’d exited the car and had entered the front gate. Walking up to the door, however, she noticed how neat the small front garden looked, with three new rose bushes, a new bed of pansies beside the porch, and the bits of lawn very well-tended. The front door had been repainted, too, a shiny black, and it now sported a knocker very similar to the one on the door of 221B Baker Street. 

She used the knocker in the manner for which it was intended, and it wasn’t more than twenty seconds before the door was thrown open by Jon, with Daisy just behind. 

“Aunt Alicia!” said Jon -- or half-shouted, really. “Wait till you see my bed! It’s even better than it looked in the shop!” 

“She has to see my room first!” cried Daisy in the tone of a four year old who’d gone without her nap and reached the limit of her patience with her older brother. She gripped Jon’s jumper with both hands and tried to pull him out of her way with some violence. 

But Sherlock had apparently heard Alicia’s knock, too and was coming up just behind the children. Seeing what was toward, he snapped, “Enough!” in so sharp a tone that Alicia gave a little start herself, and the children turned to him wide-eyed. 

Jon was carefully silent. Daisy, however, began to whinge, “But Daddy! Jon--” 

“But Daisy,” Sherlock interrupted, bending down to look her in the eye. “You’ve been skating on thin ice for the last hour and if you utter one more word you’ll find yourself staring at the most boring corner I can find in this house. Alone. Until I say you can move, not your mother or Uncle John. Do you understand?” 

Alicia tensed, fearful that the little girl would be rash enough to put her father to the test. But, thankfully, she did not. Daisy merely lowered her gaze, lip quivering. 

Sherlock straightened to face Alicia, “Welcome to the madhouse.” 

Alicia replied, sympathetically, “Long day?” 

“My God, you’ve no idea. Come into the dining room,” he said, leading the way. “The kitchen’s set up, and the bedrooms -- and they do look like something out of Parenting Magazine. But the tour can wait. We were just setting out dinner.” 

“I’m not hungry,” came a tiny, discontented voice from behind them. 

“Shut it!” came Jon’s hiss, just as Alicia glanced over her shoulder. Jon was giving Daisy’s arm a surreptitious squeeze in warning, even as he favored Alicia with an innocent smile. 

Sherlock wisely feigned deafness and led the way into the dining room.

 *

 Less than an hour later, John and Rosie had departed, Sherlock was discussing a case with Greg over some brandy, and Molly led the way up the staircase, carrying little Alexandra, Will and Jon racing ahead, and Alicia Smallwood bringing up the rear, hand in hand with a now smiling Daisy. 

Daisy’s smiles were in strong contrast to the pout she’d maintained throughout dinner, much to her father’s annoyance. Molly, tired as she was, had been rather amused, however, and had quietly reminded Sherlock that his daughter came by her pout honestly, and the avowed lack of hunger, too. John and Greg would have picked up on this, both friends hinting at numerous recollections of a certain consulting detective who’d been renowned for his petulance in the past, but they’d cut the teasing short, not because of Sherlock’s glare, but in consideration of the fact that Will, Jon, and Rosie had been all ears. 

But it wasn’t hard to understand why Daisy and her brothers were anxious to show off their new bedrooms. Lady Smallwood had accompanied them when they’d all gone furniture shopping a few weeks ago, and now at last she would see the results. 

Alicia had convinced Daisy that they should “save the best for last”, so Will’s room was shown first. He’d opted to keep the simple and elegant cherry furniture already in the room, only enhancing the collection with a new roll top desk to match. There were several movie posters on the walls, Star Wars, Avengers, and the like, and the framed print of the periodic table that had hung in Sherlock’s room for so many years held pride of place above his new desk. All the bedrooms had walk-in wardrobes and Will’s now held stacks of board games and neatly organized bins of Legos, action figures, and other small toys. Molly said to Alicia, “Admire it now -- it’s not likely to look this tidy for long!”, but Will, who was now ten and feeling very grown up as the eldest, said, “It will if I can keep the brats from destroying it!” 

Jon retorted, “Who needs your old stuff? Come on and see mine, Aunt Alicia!” 

Jon, too, had chosen a desk for homework and art projects, but had also fallen in love with a sturdy bed frame designed to look like a race car. Much to his delighted surprise, his mother had approved the purchase, though his father had been less pleased with the idea when he’d been informed. However, when the bed had arrived and Sherlock had seen its beauty and quality, he had become much more enthusiastic. He and Jon had run with the theme, and the walls were now adorned with a number of pictures and posters of race cars, and Sherlock had installed shelves for Jon’s collection of model cars. His beloved trains were relegated to the wardrobe, but Alicia noted that his old Thomas the Tank cuddle pillow was waiting for him on the new bed. 

Daisy’s room was last, and certainly by far the best, at least in Daisy’s opinion. The entire room had been redone in pink: pink furniture with lovely hand-painted flowers; fuzzy pink throw rugs; gauzy pink drapes on the window and canopied four-poster bed; and tiny pink rosebuds were patterned over the newly installed wallpaper. It might have been overwhelming, but Molly had insisted on using paler shades of pink along with a judicious use of white, and the result was really quite soothing. 

“Goodness!” exclaimed Alicia, taking it in. “It looks rather as though it dropped from Heaven!” 

Molly chuckled. “Now all it needs is an angel to take care of it!” 

“That’s me!” Daisy piped up. 

“Hmmm,” said Molly doubtfully. “I don’t know… there was that little display at the dinner table. An angel would not have behaved so -- or at least she would have apologized to her father for giving into her weariness, even after a long day of moving house.” 

Daisy looked between Molly and Lady Smallwood uncertainly as she worked this out, but then, coming to a decision, exclaimed, “I’ll be right back!” She ran from the room and could presently be heard yelling, “Daddy! Daddy!” as she pounded down the stairs.

 *

 At four in the morning, Sherlock was lying abed, caught up in a comfortable and eminently satisfied tangle with the wife of his bosom, the two of them having inaugurated the Kensington house in the best way imaginable, after recruiting their strength with a few hours’ sleep. 

“Now it’s on its way to being home,” Sherlock murmured into Molly’s ear. 

And she laughed, and turned her face to his, and kissed him. “I love you,” she said. 

“I know,” he returned with a smile. 

There were a great many more kisses, and some happy sighs, and cuddling: plenty of the most delightful clichés. But presently Molly extricated herself with a whispered, “Have to use the loo!” and Sherlock lay back contentedly against the pillows, stared at the shadowed ceiling, and thought once again what a lucky man he was. 

He must have started drowsing again, for suddenly Molly was there, whispering his name again. “Hmm?” he said, opening his eyes. The light was dim, but he could see she’d put on her dressing gown. 

“Get up for a minute!” she said softly. “You have to see the children!” 

He frowned, but did as she asked, throwing on his own dressing gown and padding after her over the thick carpet, following her out the door. 

“Are they alright?” he asked. “Lexie’s still asleep, isn’t she?” 

“Yes. It’s the others. Come see.” 

She didn’t pause at Daisy’s half open door, nor at Jon’s, but went straight over to Will’s room and motioned for him to peek in -- and there they were, all three of them curled up together in Will’s big bed, Daisy in the middle, and all of them sound asleep. 

Sherlock turned to Molly and made a silent pantomime of outrage. “Tell me again why we needed to move here? We might just as well be back at Baker Street!” 

But Molly shook her head, grinning. “They’ll get used to it. But now it’s really home for them, too. Don’t you see?” 

There was nothing for it. He had to take her in his arms and kiss her again. “I love you, Mrs. Holmes,” he said finally. 

“I love you, too,” she returned, a trifle breathless. 

The proper exchange. 

He took her hand up, said, “Come, then,” and, in the lovely silence before dawn, he led her back to bed.

 ~.~