#it wouldn’t matter how objectively well-fitting or comfortable a bra is

[aliosne]

People who say “a properly fitted bra shouldn’t hurt ;)”: i appreciate the sentiment, it IS true that most people aren’t wearing a correctly fitted bra, BUT that just isn’t going to be true for some people. Like I’m sure one COULD construct a bra that wouldn’t hurt me. They just don’t.

[andromedan-writing]

This is a long personal writing for you know who you are. I remember....

So I woke up today and immediately started crying. So this is gonna be a mess but I need to get it out. I’m sorry that it’s so long. Our six month anniversary just passed. We met for the first time six months ago. That day changed my life. These are the memories that make me refuse to give up on you just yet. I don’t wanna believe what your friend told me. He told me you were using me for sex. I don’t buy that. Partially because we were planning a lot more in the future. Also, you always said you missed the cuddling more. Now I’m missing it too. Also, I just want you to know. That whole weekend I wanted to tell you I was falling into another pit of depression. I was seconds away from telling you on your birthday but then your roommate walked in. And I didn’t really feel comfortable telling you how I’m unwell in front of him. So no. You didn’t know what was going on. And the reason I was angry at you that day wasn’t really all what I said it was. I was upset because I was depressed, and when you’re with your “friends” I sometimes feel like you ignore me. I mean, I even walked back to my seat and you didn’t even acknowledge it. They’re not good influences. I know I shouldn’t have gone that day, but I just really wanted to be with you because I love you. And I know I shouldn’t have picked that fight and for that I’m eternally paying the price. Because you are the best thing to have ever happened in my life. So I decided when I woke up today to try and remember the good things that I would have made a whole thing for our anniversary anyway. A brunch date, possibly a part picnic or something, and I was gonna dress up really nice for you that night. It would’ve been a good day. So I want to keep that good spirit up. I'm sorry this is really long. I know you blocked my number and probably didn’t read this. But If you ever do, just know that I still love you. And I don’t ever want you to forget that there are genuine people out there who truly love you for you, and want to see you thrive and be your best. I love you for who you are and nothing more or less. I love that you still like my little pony, and your drive for revolution and how Sherlock Holmes and mysteries make you glow. I love to see you truly smile when you can let go and be yourself. I know that you’re actually vulnerable sometimes and I love you for that too. You gained weight over winter break, so you say. I still love you. You’re weird. So weird. I love it. Sometimes you can get all dark but I still love you. Your kinks? Love them. Probably have them too. Am I secretly a furry like you claim? Maybe. Screw you for that. You like to party and have a very impulsive side to you. I love that. Sometimes I need a little push to do something outside my comfort zone. And sometimes you need to calm down. We work there. You’re also really funny and I love your taste in things. Also you’re really handsome so like. yeah. And if you ever want to come back I’ll be here. There’s nobody like you, and I love you for who you are. These are all the good memories that I want to remember: I remember how when we were apart for a bit, and finally got to see each other again, you’d pick me up, spin me around, and carry me across a whole room just to hug and kiss me again. I remember talks about our future. Constantly. Especially this winter. The house, the names for kids, the idea for a wedding. You said you wanted to build a house and I love that idea. Do you remember the idea you had about a wedding? It was spectacular and fun. A black dress then change into a cheap white one. Just a giant party. I fell in love with the idea. I remember you saying how I would do all these things. Not your future wife. Me. I. I remember slow dancing for no real reason, just to dance and feel one another. Both in your room and mine. I remember the day when it was after the improv show where we skipped it to make love, and when we were done and dressed , we opened the door and our friends were there. I was just in a bra and shorts with a cardigan, and you and your friend blasted showtunes and used me as a prop dancer with you, twirling me around and singing to me . I remember the day we went into town, and looked through the old bookstores, because you wanted more Sherlock Holmes to read. Around town, it just felt perfect and natural, us walking together. I remember how you’d call me “my love” all of the time and it made me melt. I remember the first night I saw you get high, I refused to go out with you, just waited around in your room playing music. You came back and we had the craziest conversations and you were so confident and passionate about what you loved. The second time you got high around me, it didn’t fully hit you, and we decided to try and make it count anyway. That was the night after where we all played poker and uno and I was higher than you. I remember all the firsts. The first text. You wanted me to take a walk with you that first night after we met. I was so nervous and I texted my friends saying “I think something is happening here. This guy is acting like he likes me” Because I didn’t get the text until I was in bed. But that morning I decided fuck it. Let’s take this chance because something amazing could happen. I was right. I remember reaching for your hand, trying to be clever, when you were playing chess. I remember you saying that you were gonna go on a smoke break and I should come with. I remember our conversation where you said that you felt something really important here and we should give it a shot. I immediately agreed because I felt it too. I remember our first kiss. Our first night. You said “I finally found you.” I felt the same way. I finally found you. The one I was looking for my entire life. I remember the first time I said “I love you.” I thought it wouldn’t count if I said it in French. I know it was early. But I knew right then and there that I loved you with all of my heart. All of my soul. I remember how when we touch our foreheads together, it’s like our souls become one and make love in our minds. You don’t even have to touch me. You liked to take control there. I let you. Every time, it was magical. I remember when we went to the bar and danced and you gave me that look which said “wait until we get back to your room.” I remember how you protected us girls when that creepy dude tried to swoop in. I remember us making brownies in my kitchen, and you like the extra fudgey, while we were watching Agatha Christie. I remember our texts when I was away. I missed you so much. You made me blush in the middle of an airport restaurant. I remember you boys sitting in your common room and playing magic, and I was helping you. I had never played before, yet you trusted my advice. I remember the fist time I kissed you in front of everybody. We were splitting up to go to the store into different cars. We were just leaving and in a split second decision I decided to turn around and run to you to kiss you. Everybody kind of expected us to be together but not that fast. We thought we were being so sneaky. But everybody saw the way we looked at each other, the way we always at right next to or on top of each other. I remember the advice you’d give me, trying to help me live in the moment and be more confident. You’re the first person to ever get me to stop thinking about my old love from five years ago. With you, I realized that everything about you was more than I could have ever dreamed. I forgot about him, for the first time since 2013. I was living in the moment and I was so happy to be there with you. I remember how in the last month you started saying “we” instead of just talking about yourself. It shocked me. I never expected somebody to think of me with them as a “we.” You made me fall deeper in love. You don’t know this, but I was looking at promise rings. I found some online on your birthday. I remember how our ideas would always bounce right off each other. For when we went hiking, our conversations about the world, and map planning even. It was as if we fit so well in the universe just had to make it known. I remember our tickle fights. I hate that I’m so easy to tickle. But I also love how that’s what I would have to do to wake you up sometimes. Your feet are so ticklish. I remember how recently just me undressing was enough to drive you to the edge. I dressed up for you on your birthday. We had so many more nights planned. I remember us talking about our spring break plans. Us and your friends for four days in the Vermont house. I still can find it in five seconds on a map. I was very committed to being a navigator there. You were adamant about making it work and still having me be there. We were gonna share a room, a bed, the master, and it was going to be perfect. I remember looking up house costs in that area of Vermont. We could theoretically do it. I remember us playing xbox in your room. You helped me remember how to play call of duty. I was always a sniper up at the top. We worked well as a team. I remember when I was away you’d text me about how you were always daydreaming of me. All day. “Some of them are super cute. Some of them are downright nasty.” I didn’t object. I remember how my neighbor said she knew we were having sex because she heard me giggling. We never really took ourselves too seriously with that, did we? No matter what it was always fun. I remember driving all the way out to see that other Oldsmobile. We made it a day trip. We even ate food from McDonald’s right outside the beer store. Although you didn’t want the car in the end, it was still a great journey. I always loved our car rides. I remember our first big car ride. When we all went into town to eat, and then we went to the market. We finished up early and the day was still young, so we decided to just take my car out and blast music and drive with no destination in mind. I still had a journal entry I wrote about that weekend. It was like something out of a movie. I remember when my mom came up for parent weekend and she took us out to eat. She really liked you. I remember her telling you that I complain a lot. You already experienced that by then. I remember how we’d always support one another no matter what. When we had fights, it was mostly because we were worried about each other. Or it was simple miscommunication. But when we were down, we’d always try to pick each other back up. You said to me “my friends don’t understand how perfect you are for me.” I understood, as your friend claimed you were a bad person and were using me. He didn’t understand. We talked about you not letting your friends judge me anymore, and you said you were gonna talk to them. You said to me “promise to never let me do anything to make me lose you.” You threw your vape into the gunk for me based on that promise. You said to me “I love you more.” I finally believed you. You said “I try not to bet on losing odds.” You said to me “I’d do anything for you.” I told you if you kept making me blush I’ll have to spend the rest of my life with you and you said “too late.” You said, even in our biggest argument, that “I want to be with you forever.” You said to me when I told you that you can never know what someone else is thinking, “I could love you more than you could ever know.” I finally believed you. You said to me that you “promise a hundred times over” to not randomly dump me. I believed you. Because I could never imagine a future without you in it. And to be honest, that’s why I’m still holding out hope. I had to make a choice recently. A lot of them. And then I remembered all of our good times and how you make me feel. Even still. In my opinion, I feel like this isn’t over yet. You may have ended this chapter, but I don’t feel like the book is done yet. We could still have many more good memories to come. Just please remember the good times and know that people do care about you.

[slothgiirl]

blinding part 3 (a theo raeken story)

mariella gallagher, lydia’s younger cousin, has always had a soft spot for theo raeken, and now that they’ve brought him back to help, she can’t seem to help herself when it comes to him. it also doesn’t help that she’s slowly losing her grip on whatever powers she has as an empath. 

ao3 // part 1 // part 2  // part 4 // part 5

My eyes closed and I felt the pain of scalpels slicing into my chest, over and over until the times bled together, until the pain bled together. Pins holding my flesh open as I struggled to heal around it.

Bones breaking as I tried to transform into a wolf. Endlessly breaking until the pain was so internalized it became bearable, manageable, a welcome hello into my second skin.

Tara’s hand reaching into my chest and pulling my heart out.

Tara’s hand reaching into my chest-

Tara’s hand reaching-

Tara.

I wanted to scream but no sound came out. I wanted to cry but no tears came.

Blood in my mouth. Blood on my hands.

So much mercury on so many different faces.

The pain receded, boiled down into anger.

*

“El, you’ve got to wake up” Theo murmured, “El, if you don’t wake up they’re going to think I hurt you. They only just let me out.”

Theo’s face came into view as my eyes fluttered open, blood still covering his mouth. His hand brushed my hair back, out of my eyes, as I laid on his lap.

“Are you alright,” I whispered, my head feeling silent for the first time in years. I couldn’t feel anything. Radio silence, as my head rested on Theo, a far more comfortable pillow than all my aunts decorative ones.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that,” he said, raising an eyebrow, before he broke into a coughing fit, more blood welling up in his mouth. “I’ll be fine. I heal.”

The rest of them finally ran in, too late to do anything, I thought bitterly. More preoccupied with the corpse of the ghost rider than us.

Hayden ran over, pulling me out and away from him, supporting most of my weight, my legs unsteady under him.

I had been Theo, seen everything through his eyes, felt everything he’d associated with pain over the years and it had knocked me out. Scars and wounds running so deep I don’t even think he noticed anymore. The pain having become as much a part of him as Tara’s heart.

What did you do,” Hayden yelled at him.

“It was Mr. Douglas,” Theo and I both said.

“He ate his brain,” Theo shuddered.

I tried to calm Hayden, make her feel the same odd calm after the storm I was, but as I brushed her arm all I felt was her love and worry for her sister all tangled up, a rock threatening to drown her the longer she stayed in place, stayed in Beacon Hills.

I pulled my hand back, pulling away from Hayden, cradling my hands to my chest. It had just gotten more complicated. I needed to talk with Morell if she was still here. If the ghost riders hadn’t gotten to her yet.

Liam looks over at me, “is it true?”

“Yes,” I confirm.

“It wasn’t his brain,” Scott said, looking over at the body, “Mr. Douglas ate his pineal gland.”

No. Not Mr. Douglas.  

Theo had called him something else but I couldn’t think of what. Screw him and his habit of playing his cards close to his chest.

“Mason,” I say, as I run my hand over the wall, seeing and feeling too much. The dread doctors coming and going, conducting their experiments over the years. The details are hazy, but I can feel their constant disappointment, the moments of glee.

“Yeah,” he says looking over at me.

“Is it possible to tape into an object? Into the lingering emotions and memories around it?” I pull my hands in close to me, careful not to touch anything around me, afraid that I might, afraid of what I might feel or see.

“I might have seen that in a movie,” Mason admits, “and this is the supernatural we’re talking about so I don’t see why not. Why?”

“No reason.”

“You’re doing it right now aren’t you,” he says, mind already firing off into theories. “That’s so interesting, I mean not for you but it just raises more questions as to what you are and what you could do. Track someone based on a favorite sweater?”

“Mason,” I snap, not wanting to think about what this means. About how I didn’t even know what I was. Lydia had got over all the notes she’d found while looking for what Parrish is, over the Argent’s bestiary with no results.

“Sorry.”

“Guys,” Liam calls out, “his whips missing.”

“Oh god,” Hayden mutters.

Scott looks over at me, “could you?”

I shake my head vigorously, “you don’t know how awful it felt and I don’t even know how it works.” My hands remain clutched to my chest.

“It’s okays,” Hayden says soothingly, careful not to come too close.

Theo rolls his eyes, “Just get her some gloves.”

“Shut up,” Hayden snaps.

“No,” Liam says, “that might actually work.”

“Can we just get out of here and regroup,” I tell Scott. He is after all the alpha, and what he decides goes, even when it’s usually someone else plan that he’s just approving off. But when Scott does make a plan, its not half bad.

I guess a couple years of dealing with everything that goes on in Beacon Hills will do that to you.

“Yeah,” he nods, “there’s nothing more to do here.”

*

The walk back to the cars is shorter and anticlimactic compared to the walk to the transformer. Scott hangs back, talking to Liam and occasionally throwing glances at Theo who is now reshackled.

And now Corey was missing which had freaked us all out. Mason especially, “but we’ll get him back,” Liam tells Mason again, “we’ll get them all back.” Say it enough times and it make it true.

Scott had defeated others that had seemed impossible to take down before, why wouldn’t he do it again?

The leaves crunched up under my dirt covered shoes as I slid into Kira’s car. “Are you okay,” she asked, her hand freezing before she touched me, hovering in midair for a second before she placed it on the wheel.

“Yeah,” I tell her, not feeling even close to fine. This had never happened before and I didn’t know what to do. Was I going to be like Rouge from x-men? Unable to touch anything? God, that would suck.

“I can hear when you’re lying,” Kira smiled, doing her best to smother her giggles.

“You could pretend not to,” I reply, arching my eyebrow, “stupid supernatural senses.”

“Hey,” she protests, “you’ve made me stress out over a test I didn’t even have before! Remember?”

I groan, covering my face with my hand, “don’t remind me. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” she says, giggling this time, the setting sun catching on her shiny dark hair which she has somehow figured out how to style.

Frizzy hair was the worst because no matter what I do to it, it just looks messy.

I laugh, shaking my head, “I did get an eighty six percent on the test though so clearly it worked.”

“You’re going to need an A to get into the pack’s school of choices.”

“What Miss Berkeley,” I ask, “Stanford, Berkeley, or Davis?”

“Pretty much, I mean if Scott saved his grades then Liam probably can,” she smiles as she drives, pulling into my neighborhood, “I’ll be able to visit Lydia and my parents on the weekends. It’s perfect. And there’s a Shinto priestess working at one of the museum’s in San Fransisco that’s going to help me work on control.”

“Well see you,” I tell her pulling my sleeve down so I don’t have to touch the handle to open it.”

Kira stops me, “wait, Mari.”

“Yeah.”

“Be careful with Theo.”

My heart skips a beat. “What are you talking about,” I ask her carefully, playing it off.

She rolls her eyes, “You know what I mean.”

*

Lydia wakes me up by throwing a pair of gloves at my face. I yelp, “Hey, what are you-,”

She cuts me off, direct and polished as always, an arrow sinking into the bullseye, “We’re meeting the others at the Sheriff’s office. Stiles was his son, so even with no Stiles he wants to help us which is good seeing as we’re probably the only ones who can help. Mason texted me about you needing gloves,” she paused for effect, lips pursed, “why?”

I rub the sleep from my eyes, getting out of bed reluctantly, “it’s gotten. . .complicated.” Looking for the first pair of jeans I find on my chair of clothes I pull them on, looking for a top and sweater.

“Explain.” My cousin takes a seat on my bed, but only after smoothing out her area.

“I don’t know, I’m pulling emotions and . . .I guess memories linked to those emotions from things,” I tell her, putting back the pink t shirt and opting for the ratty one I’d thrifted that I had to wear a bra with or I’d flash someone, but it was so soft. “From anything I touch and I can’t control it and I can’t block it out.”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.

“Since when,” she asked.

The gloves went on last, the nicest part of my outfit, their checkered red print and warm brown leather soft against my skin. I could still feel the tingly joy from the last person that had worn them, but no memories.

“I don’t know,” I shrug, not feeling like sharing Theo’s memories. They were too private, too personal. I doubted he’d want any of it getting around. I wasn’t even sure he knew what I’d done, what I had seen. “Sometime after trying to communicate with the ghost riders.” I didn’t even know how to begin to explain all my messed up complicated feelings about Theo.

Lydia nods, “the gloves are mine but I haven’t worn them since before freshman year so they should be fine.”

“Guess I’ll just spend the rest of my life wearing gloves,” I say bitterly.

“We’ll figure this out,” she says softly, wapping an arm around me, drawing me into a hug. “I mean look how long it took to figure out what Parrish was. Or hell, how long it took me to figure out just what I could really do apart from finding dead bodies.”

“But for now gloves,” I said dejectedly, already missing being able to actually touch things with my hands.

“We can go see Morell after this is all over.”

*

“You’re going to bite Stiles,” Lydia said almost as soon as she saw Scott, standing while the rest of the pack sat around in the station. The sheriff was there as well, standing to one side and looking like he’d rather be anywhere then here.

But it was Lydia and she had always been able to talk to people until they saw things her way, or else she figured out how to go around them.

“I’m going to bite Stiles,” Scott said, his desperation make him look years older than he was. He was in the senior year, his college applications were in, he should just be worried about hearing back from colleges not this. “To get him through the rift.”

“This is the only way.” He led us both over to the table where Liam and Malia had drawn out the plan.  Hayden and Mason sat on a bench, Mason still looking as lost as he had last night when we couldn’t find Corey. When they had taken Corey. Eyes red from having spent the night crying.

“Just to clarify,” Peter Hale, very much alive and escaped from Eichen house where he’d been left to rot after stabbing us all in the back at every chance he’d gotten since ripping his niece’s throat out, “are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?”

“With Stiles back he’ll be able to help us figure out a plan,” Scott explained, which didn’t sound much like a plan at all.

I went to sit down next to Hayden and Mason, itching to know where they had stuffed Theo today.

“He’s good at that,” Malia added.

Kira sighed, “why did we bother inviting Peter if he’s not going to help.”

Peter grinned, teeth sharp. “So the plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan,” he said mockingly.

“You can shut up now,” his daughter bit out, probably regretting asking her father for help right about now.

“Malia, look around. We’re the only ones left in Beacon Hills. If they take us, Lydia will be the only one left to haunt the place.”

Malia growled, eyes glowing as her claws slid out. Lydia only rolled her eyes, unhappy about giving Peter any sort of attention.

“That’s why I’m the only person that’s going in,” Scott said, happy to take all of the risk to keep us all safe. Liam and Hayden will stay here with Mason and Mariella. As long as somebody is left in Beacon Hills, the wild hunt can’t move on.”

“I like your plan Scott, I really do,” Peter continued, ready as always to act as affably as he could to get his way. We were all just pieces for Peter to play of on. “-especially the part about turning Stiles. But it can’t work,” he said more dramatically then was  necessary.

“How do you know,” Malia said, playing right into him, because no matter what she might know, he was still her dad and she still hoped he might change one day.

“Logic. Life experience. What are the odds that he’ll get taken? What if Stiles sin’t there? What if there’s no Beacon Hills for you to come back to?” He was on a roll and ready to monologue.

“You got a better idea,” Liam asked, just daring Peter to fight him.

“Yeah. It’s called run like hell. So leave in five?”

We all rolled our eyes. We were all in this pack. And we weren’t leaving anyone behind.

“You promised you’d help us,” Malia reminds him, her eyes ernest as she turns to him. “We still need to find the rift.”

“I didn’t promise I’d help you commit suicide.”

Sighing Scott cuts them off, “if you can’t help, we can find it ourselves.”

“Scott, I admit that you have a flair for beating the odds. But this,” he said pausing for drama, “You don’t walk away from. You run.” And just like that he turned heel to save his own skin.

I wanted to comfort Malia, who was still looking at the door, having expected more from Peter, but she would probably take my sympathy as pity and hate it. Sometimes it was kinder to pretend not to see.

“Stay here, and be careful,” Lydia told me.

“Yes, mom,” I said rolling my eyes, having gotten over my lack of a mother years ago. I’d accepted that I would never know the woman who’d given birth to me.

*

Kira left her sword with Liam just in case Theo tried anything. Like we didn’t have enough to worry about already with the wild hunt. I couldn’t take them seriously when we called them ghost riders, I just couldn’t.

It was the stupid dread doctors all over again.

And that basically left him in charge by default. In charge while the adults handled everything. Sorry, I meant slightly older teens.

“-So we should stay here. Is that what you’re thinking,” Haden asked Liam, Mason quiet for once. Both Liam and Scott had their human best friend who actually came up with the plans and now they were both down.

We all turn to Liam.

“It doesn’t matter where we are. We still need to figure out how to fight them.”

“No one can fight them,” Hayden replies,  looking down at her hands. All that power and she was still powerless.

“Douglas can,” Theo said interrupting us all. Owning every bit of being behind bars, looking less imprisoned than merely about to offer us all some awful deal like fairies did in fairy tales, the ones that always led to death and destruction, like he still had any power here.

“Does he have to stay in there,” I ask Liam, forcing myself not to look at Theo. I couldn’t, not after last night. It still felt too raw. My arms wrapped around my sides. I could feel the fear and pain, the phantom sting of flesh being sliced open.

Again.

And again.

“He’s still Theo,” Hayden says,  glancing at me like I’ve grown a second head.

“Theo saved Scott remember. And El,” he says glancing at me, taking in the sight of my gloved hands.

I shove them in my pockets, suddenly self conscious of my inability to even touch things. “I’d hardly call that saving,” I respond, meeting his smug gaze, “if you’d just have stepped into the mountain ash barrier like I did, he’d never have gotten in.” He wouldn’t have hurt you.

“Who was it that broke the barrier again,” his eyes burning, lips twitching into a smirk knowingly. Useless. I’m the empath and yet he’s the one who can see right through me.

I open my mouth to respond again but Mason shakes his head, bumping my leg in small comfort, before talking to Hayden, “he can still hear you.”

“Then he can hear me say he needs to shut up,” Hayden says, turning to glare at Theo, “so we can figure out how to fight the ghost riders.”

Wisely, I don’t mention how both she and Corey were at one point doing Theo’s bidding. It was still a sore spot for Liam and Mason both, especially between them since Liam defended Hayden but not Corey in the days after to the pack.  

“You don’t need to figure it out.”

“-because Douglas already did,” Liam finishes.

“If he knew how to fight them, he might know everything about them,” Hayden says, determination setting in.

“And guess who knows all about Mr. Douglas,” Theo says, smiling smugly as he pulls away from the bars to go sit down. He’d played us, given us just enough information to follow. A trail of breadcrumbs leading to the witch’s cottage.

It’s impressive, I have to admit, biting my lip so I don’t smile as everyone groans.

“Here we go again,” Liam groans.

“Let’s hear him out,” Mason says, standing up to go ask Theo what he wants now, “you’ve got Kira’s sword just in case.”

“And he’s in a cell,” I say, following after Mason as I fiddle with my hands, still unused to the feeling of leather between me and the world.  

Hayden trails reluctantly behind Liam as we crowd around the holding cell, Theo sitting and looking more self satisfied than he should after everything. It just makes me want to laugh again.

“What do you want,” Liam finally asks.

For once he doesn’t smirk, doesn’t look up, expression solemn as he utters, “Break Kira’s sword and I’ll tell you everything I know about Mr. Douglas.” A practiced calculated look, the last push to make you willingly step into a trap.

He’s good, calm as ever without even a trace of panic and desperation that I was sure he must be feeling at finally getting rid of Kira’s sword. Save from the possibility of being ripped open by Tara.

Being haunted by the dead sister he killed.

I shudder, looking up.

Liam looks over at Mason who responds, “That’s never going to happen. We’re not making that deal.”

“I hold all the cards.”

Mason scoffs, “You’re locked in a jail cell. You have no cards.”

“And yet who’s cell are we crowded around,” I mutter.

“Who’s side are you on,” Hayden snaps, eyes narrowing.

“Just pointing out the obvious.”

“You want me to tell you about Douglas,” Theo states like he hadn’t planted the entire idea of Mr. Douglas in our heads not five minutes ago.

“Break the sword,” he says, finally looking up, self satisfaction evident.

Mason looks back at Liam, “Does anyone else want to do the negotiating? Liam? Mariella?”

“Yeah Mari,” Hayden mocks. Theo had sent her after Tracy under the guise of keeping Tracy from clawing anyone’s face out in public but she had soon learned he didn’t care about collateral damage, he just didn’t want that collateral damage to be Mari. “Why don’t you?”

I roll my eyes.

“Break the sword,” Theo Reaken repeats, having turned the tables on us.

Liam sighs, his emotions turbulent, fear and desperation stained with the clammy grip of uncertainty. He was going to do it. And he was already regretting it.

Theo must have sensed Liam had been swayed because he reiterated, “you break, I talk.” Anticipation grew hot under his skin.

The first break I’d seen from him.

“Come on guys,” he continued, coming back up to the bars, dealing sole with Liam now, “look, I don’t want to be in anyone’s pack. I don’t want anyone’s power. I just want to stay alive.” His confession was accompanied by an ernest look to his features, voice soft. It was a practiced vulnerability from someone who hated to be vulnerable in front of anyone.

“Mariella,” Mason asks, turning all eyes towards me.

Guess I was making the final call on this. “I don’t know,” I admit. Usually there was something in a person’s emotions, an artificial quality when they were lying if not the outright wrong emotion.

But this was Theo and he hadn’t wavered from his calm demeanor once. I had overlooked everything before, but not this time.

He had put my cousin in the horror that was Eichen house because of course Beacon Hills had a psychiatric facility populated by mad doctors hell bent on hurting the very patients they were meant to help. “I can’t tell,” I finally admitted.

“How do we know if we let you out you won’t run,” asks Hayden, knowing its inevitable now that Liam’s decided that Theo will get what he wants.

Wisely, I didn’t mention that Kira could put her sword back together. It took time and effort, but it could be done.

“Cause we’re not letting him out,” Liam says gravely, the weight that Scott always carries baring down on him, the weight of all the choices and their consequences. “He’s going to tell us from in here.”

“I’m still going to need some incentive,” Theo states, expression devoid of any emotion he had played at just moments ago.

Liam turns around, hands on the handle and blade just like Kira had shown him. She had meant it at the time to be used, not broken, teaching Liam what he needed to be in charge of her sword while she searched for the passage way.

The sword breaks with a sickening crack, before falling into symmetrical pieces on the floor. Their glow denoting their imbued mystic powers fading before my eyes until the fragments were nothing more than ordinary steel.

“He’s a lowenmensch.”

@josie605

[thatlesbiannudistcult-stories]

Finding Goddess (Chapter 10)

The day at the office had been hell. Carol didn't know how she survived it. But somehow, she did. She mustered on, fought through the discomfort her suit gave her, and was able to wrestle her way to the day's end. And when the clock struck five, she was out of there like a bolt of lightning.

No sooner had she closed the door to her apartment did the clothes start dropping. She didn't even wait to get to her room; she just stripped every garment off one by one as she trudged purposely in its direction, leaving a trail of unwanted business attire behind her. By the time Carol set foot in her room, she was already completely naked.

"What a day," she groaned as she flung herself on the bed. "Thought it would never end."

By all accounts, it shouldn't have been as horrible a day as it felt. There were just a few manuscripts she had to comb over. She didn't need to talk to any pushy authors, let her ears get boxed by any middle management assholes, or sit through any unproductive meetings. But the constant claustrophobic feeling of being constrained in her clothes made the whole thing very trying. She had to make a few trips to the restroom just to relieve herself, and not in the way the restroom was designed to be relieved in. Sometimes she took off her top just to give her breasts a little time to breathe. Other times she lifted up her skirt just to let the air caress her bottom and her labia. But the result was always the same; get the clothes off her body, and expose as much skin as possible.

But it was over. She was home now, and she could expose as much skin as she wanted! Carol sighed dreamily as she let her completely exposed self sink into the mattress. After having to spend so long in her restrictive office clothes, it felt good to just be naked again. Unlike most days when she was done with the office, Carol didn't feel the need to get up and do something physically active. Today, she was content to simply laze around in her birthday suit.

Carol let herself doze off as she laid back in her bed, lightly caressing her body just to relish in the sensation of her own nudity. Her smile deepened as her eyes fluttered shut, and already the nudist could feel the comfort of sleep begin to wash over her with the promise of a pleasant dream to follow.

Then the phone began to ring.

"Goddess damn it!" she growled as she pushed herself upright. "Who the hell is calling now?"

Stomping to the kitchen where the phone was, Carol yanked the infernal device off the receiver and very nearly hurled it to the ground in fury. "What do you want?" she snapped, unable to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

"It's me, Katy," said the person on the other line. "I'm returning your call from last night."

Carol's annoyance was gone in an instant. "Oh, uh, right! Hi Katy!"

"Um, is this a bad time?"

"No, no, it's just...I had a long day at work is all. But I'm all better now. Especially after hearing your voice."

"Oh, that's good," said Katherine. "So...are you naked right now?"

Carol smiled deeply. If her girlfriend was standing right in front of her, she would have been flashing her best bedroom eyes at her. "Always," she said seductively.

"And will you be...later tonight?"

"You know I will. Especially since the kids aren't here."

"Oh, great! I'll be over tonight then. I still gotta do my workout for the day. Unless you want to come by the gym right now, so we can do it together?"

Carol had to take a moment to think it over. If she took Katherine's offer, she'd have to get dressed, and that wasn't something she was looking forward to. But on the other hand, she wouldn't enjoy being naked half as much if she didn't look her best. And she wouldn't look her best if she fell out of her exercise routine. She already blew the whole weekend without lifting so much as a water bottle. Though I suppose all the sex had to count for something.

"Sure, I'll meet you at the gym."

"Okay, great! I'll see you there...Mommy!"

"Uh...right."

Carol shuddered as the girl on the other line hung up. No matter how many times she heard that girl refer to her by that word, it would never stop sounding strange to the nudist's ears. For what had to be the thousandth time in her life, the mother wondered what she did to get into the kind of relationship she had with Katy.

***

Carol arrived at the gym, thankfully without forgetting to put on her workout clothes, and was immediately pounced on by her second girlfriend.

"Mommy! I'm so happy to see you!" cheered Katherine as wrapped Carol up in a big hug.

"Uh...happy to see you too, Katy," said Carol, returning the hug hesitantly. "But, uh, could you please not call me that right now? There are people here."

"Why not? Don't you always say you wished your daughters would work out with you?"

"I do, but that's different than what...we're doing. And I'd rather people not find out about that."

Carol loved Katy, really she did, but she wasn't a quasi-normal person like Henrietta. She wasn't just a girlfriend who liked to have a good time, in or out of bed. Katy had a very big oddity to her, one that had a long history tracing all the way back to her birth. Her mother died while she was still an infant, which left her to be raised by her father alone.

Now Katherine wasn't necessarily sad about never knowing her mom. But being forced to grow up without any sort of mother figure left her with a sense that there were a lot of things in life she was never going to experience. Like how it would be knowing there would be an older, nurturing woman waiting for her at home. Or what it would be like to have someone tuck her into bed, wipe crumbs off her face while she ate, fix breakfast in the morning, cook dinner in the evening, bake cookies, spank her behind when she was naughty, and...do all that other stereotypical mom stuff. Oh yes, she had her father, he did what he could to keep her loved, safe, and respectable, but Katy had explained that she just didn't think it was the same thing.

Motherhood remained a mystery to the girl all throughout her childhood, one that she would never cease to wonder about. As she got older, as she began to blossom into a woman, her curiosity bloomed into something else as well, something decidedly less innocent.

In short, Katy had a mom fetish. And in Carol, who Katy described as having "the bestest MILFy look ever," she found the perfect vessel to channel her kink into.

It was seriously the weirdest thing Carol had ever dealt with. This girl, who was admittedly young enough to be her daughter, insisted on calling her Mom or Mommy all the time, even when they were making love. Especially when they were making love. It was weird, off-putting, and more than a little creepy. Carol didn't know where this girl got her grossly misinformed sense of motherhood from, and frankly, she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Now, no one would ever imagine Katherine was her daughter. The two honestly couldn't have looked more unrelated if they tried. The girl was about a head shorter than Carol, her build was less curvy and more slender, her chest was relatively flat, and most notable of all, Katy was black. But the younger woman didn't let those minor details prevent her from living out her fantasy. If anything, she seemed like she was doing her damnedest to look as related to Carol as she possibly could. When the mother first met the girl, her hair was long and braided. But not long after they met, Katy had her hair cut and stylized into a smooth bob cut much like what Carol wore. The nudist never inquired what the sudden change was about, but she had an idea. And that only added to the creepy factor.

Even so, she was at least willing to humor the girl. Katherine thought Carol was a very attractive older woman and was absolutely gleeful at the prospect of dating a nudist, and Carol most certainly would not object to having a young lover. But...this whole 'Mom' fantasy the black girl insisted they indulge in was really embarrassing. Carol could only hope to the Goddess that her real daughters never found out about it, or else they'd never look at her the same way again.

"Aw, don't be that way, Mom," said Katherine tilting her head as she pouted cutely at the older woman. "Who's going to object to some simple mother-daughter bonding time? No one, that's who. The only one making it weird is you."

"Let's...let's just get on with this, okay?' stammered Carol." I've had a long day and really need to blow off some steam right about now."

They changed into their gym clothes, which for Carol were thankfully more bearable than her work clothes, if only because they allowed her to show off some skin. She wore a black sport's bra on top and a matching pair of biker shorts on bottom, which left her legs, her midriff, and her shoulders bare, and also showed off an ample of amount of cleavage. They felt...a little tighter than usual, but not so much as to irritate her. The important thing was she could at least breathe in them. Hopefully, she'd get through this workout without flipping her lid again.

Unfortunately, she had plenty of other reasons to be a little concerned, namely when Katherine approached her wearing more or less the same ensemble, only sized to fit her smaller frame. Her clothes even had the same brand logo on them!

"What of it?" Katy said, already sensing her fake mother's unease with her current outfit. "It's normal for moms to shop at the same store for both themselves and their daughters...right?"

"Uh." Carol couldn't argue with that. It is what she did after all. "Right."

After going through their stretches, which included plenty of gawking and appreciating of the other's body, the two got started on the treadmills. They ran in comfortable silence next to each other for a little while, just a mother and her not-daughter. In minutes, Carol could already feel the stresses of the day start to fall behind her, as if she was leaving them behind her as she ran the distance.

Running, exercising, generally any kind of physical activity had always been very relaxing and enjoyable for the mother. She had been a sporty girl in her youth, always wanting to get down and dirty in the fields with the boys. She had been quite the accomplished soccer player in her school years, and may have won it some trophies if only the rest of the girls on the team could pull their weight.

Carol sighed as the memories played out in her head. When she was a kid, she always dreamed about becoming a professional athlete. She didn't care what sport she got into: soccer was her favorite, but she also liked other things like baseball, basketball, volleyball, and hell, she would have gladly played some rugby or polo. They were all way more exciting than sitting behind a desk all day, like all the adults she knew back then. But alas, reality eventually came to kick her in the teeth; the barriers of entry were too steep to make going professional a viable career. Worse, not only would she most definitely not be able to get a job playing professionally, but once she reached adulthood, she wouldn't even be able to play sports for fun. Sooner or later, she would just have to give them up entirely, and inevitably, she did once high school came to an end.

Just another one of many things I enjoyed that I had to give up.

No, she couldn't think like that. It would only make her depressed. Carol may have given up sports, but she soon found a new enjoyment to be had from working out. Pumping iron and seeing how many miles you could run may not have been as exciting as ripping, tearing, and fighting to some arbitrary goal, but it still got the adrenaline pumping and the endorphins flowing. It made keeping her body fit and trim almost effortless actually. While other women pissed and moaned about their weights, Carol was slimming down and toning up like it was the most natural thing in the world. She didn't need to worry about fitting into a dress, especially since she looked good naked!

She sighed again. Naked...

She hadn't run naked for...for a long time. And she hadn't gotten a chance to run naked during her public outing in New Deastone. Now that she thought about it, she didn't remember how it felt to run naked at all!

It must be like the wind is blowing all around you, but harder, or as hard as you want it to. And you can feel it everywhere on you, even between your legs. Mmmm. And your boobs...they must bounce around all over the place. Sure, it can get painful after a while, but it does feel nice to feel them joggle about so freely, just for a little while. Oh, that must be so liberating. I can feel it right now...

"Boobs." Katherine's voice whispered right next to her.

"Yes? What was that, Katy?" said Carol.

"Your boobs, Carol! They're out!"

"Huh? What do you—oh, ah, AHHH!"

Her boobs! They really were out. Jumping and jiggling all over her chest. That feeling of liberation she was experiencing wasn't her imagination, it was happening right now! Somehow, she didn't know how, her sports bra had been pulled upward, exposing her breasts for all to see.

Carol was off her treadmill in a flash as she struggled to get her sports bra back in place, her cheeks burning as red as her exposed nipples.

"Are you...feeling okay?" Katherine said between huffs as she continued to run.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," said Carol. "No one saw me, right?"

"I don't...think anyone did."

"I hope you're right," Carol breathed, fidgeting with her top some more, as if she feared it would crawl over her chest again and expose her breasts once more. "I wouldn't want to get kicked out of this place."

"Then why did you slip it off in the first place?" said Katherine as she shut her treadmill down and hopped off to speak to Carol more directly.

"What?" said Carol, turning to her girlfriend. "I...did this?"

"Um...yes?' Now Katherine was starting to look very worried. "You just...stopped pumping your arms and used them to slip your top up over your breasts. I thought maybe you caught me looking at you and decided to give me a show." The black girl's lips curved up in a smile that was as warm as it was bashful. "I did like it by the way. You have such beautiful breasts, Mommy. I wish you could expose them all the time."

"So do I," Carol said wistfully. "But, uh, obviously, I can't! And not now! Let's just forget about this and move on to something else."

In light of her...unconscious stripping routine, Carol decided it would probably be a good idea to do something that would keep her busy hands...busy. Her eyes landed on the row of pull-up rings. Yes, those would work quite nicely.

Carol took hold of one pair, Katy took another, and the two began their workout. They had a system in place where they would do the same exercises together, try to get in the same number of reps, and try to keep pace with one another. They started out with some ring rows, pulling themselves up from an almost prone position on the floor to an almost standing position. Then they did the inverse, using the rings to perform mid-air push-ups. They followed with chin-ups and dips, pulling and pushing their whole bodies upward, and lifting their legs aloft for good measure. And as the two women went through their repetitions, Carol felt Katy's eyes bore into her form every step of the way.

There was absolutely nothing unusual about that. The younger girl just loved the older woman's body, loved to see it in motion, loved to see Carol clench and tighten and stretch herself out. She wasn't very good at hiding it either, and the mother was forever thankful for that, for it meant she was able to secure another friend and lover, and a young one at that! Even if she did have to deal with Katy's odd kinks.

I bet she would appreciate this more if I was naked though.

Oh, Carol could just picture it now. Holding herself aloft on these rings, performing somersaults around them like a gymnast, doing splits in the air as she stretched one leg out in front of her and the other behind her, her every muscle on display, tingling with excitement as the air flowed into her sensitive inner flesh. Katy would see them all for herself, see them ripple, see them tighten, see them pulse. Carol would clench her glutes that much firmly for her, pull her stomach in that much harder, perform her spins that much slower so that her girlfriend could take in her every motion as she pulled herself up. Then she would roll into a ball, squishing her breasts against her thighs, and twirl in the air atop her arms as they turned rigid from holding her whole body up. Then she would unravel herself like the coiled serpent she was, planting her bare feel on the ground with a deep inhalation as all her joints flowed back into place, her entire body glistening with perspiration, making her muscles look all the more sleek and shiny. Katy would not be able to resist; she would throw herself upon Carol, thrust her head between the older woman's legs, push herself onto her birthing tunnel, and lap at it ravenously. Carol would not stop her, she would simply caress the younger girl's head and gently push it ever deeper into her...

"Mmmmm...hm? Oh!" The world of dreams vanished in a puff, and Carol was back in the real world. Which was similar to the world of her fantasies, save for the fact that she was not naked, and Katherine was not eating her out.

I really wish she was though, she thought with a grimace as she ran a hand delicately over her crotch, which was tingling and throbbing fiercely from under her shorts. Damn it, I made myself horny!

"Mommy? Is everything alright?" said Katherine.

"Huh? Oh yes. Everything's fine!" Carol said with a startled jump. "Just...peachy."

"Are you sure? You kind of zoned out after a while. Like, you were doing the routine, but

in a trance. And when you were done, you just stood there with your eyes closed. I honestly thought you were, I dunno...sleep-exercising."

"I'm..." Carol wanted to say she was fine, but she knew otherwise. Too much had been happening all day for it to be a coincidence. No matter what she did, her thoughts just kept on returning to nudity and sex, and her body was quick to follow suit. But how could she explain that to Katy without sounding like she was losing her mind? Hell, how could she explain it to herself without sounding like she was losing her mind? Because with every passing hour, it seemed more and more like she was.

"I was having a fantasy is all," she finally said, which was true in a sense.

"Really?" said Katy, tilting her head cutely. "Was I in it?"

"Mmm, yes."

"Was I naked?" Katy purred, whispering that last word as she stepped closer to Carol, hooding her eyes seductively at her older lover.

"No, you weren't. I was though, and I was working out in front of you that way. Showing off my every nook and curve for you."

Katherine licked her lips. "Sounds delicious. I would have loved to see that myself. Not that I don't love you in your current getup, but...yeah, I'd love to watch you work out naked."

"You'd love it if I was naked all the time, wouldn't you?" said Carol, stepping even closer to her girlfriend.

"Even more than you would. And I know how naked you love to be, Mommy."

Carol could just kiss her, and likely would have right there, had someone not suddenly coughed attentively to her side.

"Uh, excuse me, ladies," said a muscular guy who was looking a little unsure and uncomfortable. "But, uh, if you're done using those things, can you maybe step aside for now?"

Carol turned tomato red in a flash. "Oh, right, sorry. Yeah, we'll uh, we'll get out of your way, sir. Come along, Katy!" Hastily she scurried away, pulling her girlfriend by the arm as she did, cheeks burning hot all the way.

Katherine only giggled in amusement. "Hee, hee! Think he heard everything we said, Mommy?"

"Be quiet!"

"Do you think he actually believes I'm your daughter?"

"I said be quiet!"

"I wonder if he thinks that's hot?"

"Young lady, if you do not shut your mouth this instant, then I'll gag it shut for you and smack your bottom so raw, you won't be able to sit down for a week!"

"Ohhh, do you intend to do that when we get home...or right now?" At this, Katherine turned around, bent over, and wiggled her round, shapely behind playfully at Carol.

"Goddess, Katy, you really grey my hairs sometimes."

Katherine giggled some more. "It's what I do best!" Her smile faded as a look of confusion suddenly came over her. "And, uh...what's this about a goddess?"

Carol blinked. She didn't actually say 'Goddess,' did she? Yes, as a matter of fact, she did. Now that she thought about it, it wasn't the first time either. Lately, it seemed like every time she had to vent her frustration, she always uttered 'Goddess' instead of the usual suspects like 'God,' 'Christ,' 'Jesus,' or 'Bob Next Door.' She even did it in her head, where no one else could hear her, and now that she was actively thinking about it, she realized she had been doing that unconsciously as well.

"N...nothing," she stammered. "I'll tell you about it later. Come on, we still have some more exercising to do."

Goddess, this was getting to be a bit much. All day it felt like she had been waging some kind of war inside herself, Katy wasn't helping, and she was still horny from her earlier fantasy. She needed to unload this stress somehow. Fortunately, she was in a gym, and knew just the thing to do that.

Carol had never really been one for wailing on a punching bag before. It just seemed so uncouth and unrefined, and the mother preferred to think of herself as a lover, not a fighter. But today, it was looking very punchable, and she was ready to teach it a lesson it would not forget!

"Geez, Mom, what did that bag ever do to you?" Katy chuckled once Carol finally stepped back, panting heavily as she admired her literal handiwork marring nearly half of the big red sack.

"I was...thinking of you," Carol huffed in response, flashing her girlfriend a smirk that she hoped looked evil.

Katherine only laughed. "Oh, you always say that. 'Bam, zoom, straight to the moon!' But we both know it's never going to happen. Gravity being a tough thing to beat and all."

"Then I'll just have to get a rocket," Carol playfully shot back. She had to admit, going wild on the punching bag was a lot funner than she thought it would be. It helped that it gave her a chance to unleash a lot of the tension that had been boiling inside her; maybe she'd consider adding it to her routine in the future.

"So is that it?" said Katherine. "Should we call it a day?"

"Hmmm...not quite," Carol hummed, giving her arm a good flex so she could check the size of her bicep. "I still got a little energy left. I'd like to see how many reps I can bench."

"Sure thing, Mom!"

They headed over to the weight-lifting section of the gym. After applying her chosen weights to the barbell, Carol took her position laying down on the bench press while her girlfriend stood over and behind her head to spot for her. After confirming she was ready, Katherine released the barbell from the rack and watched attentively as Carol got started.

One...two...three...four...five, six, seven...

"Whoa, whoa, slow down there, Mom. You're going really fast."

"Right, right, sorry," Carol mumbled. Take it easy, girl, this isn't a race. Eight...nine...ten...

"That's better. Keep it going, Mom, you're halfway to beating your record!" Katherine cheered.

Carol looked her in the eye to give her a thankful smile. Or at least she tried to. From her position, she realized her face was resting dangerously close to her girlfriend's crotch. It was hovering mere inches away, wrapped neatly in tight black fabric that left little to the imagination. So little that she could even make out the indent of her the younger girl's precious flower underneath. And if she breathed in especially deeply, she could even detect trace amounts of her distinct scent that assured the mother that her fake daughter was very aroused.

I could lick her right now, Carol thought with a hungry lick of her own lips. Pull my head up just a few more inches and run my tongue down her slit. I could just pull those shorts off her right now and eat her out right here in the gym. She'd be standing there, moaning loudly, crying 'Mommy' out loud. Everyone would watch us. Everyone would see...

"Uh, Carol? I know I might be sounding like a broken record now, but is everything okay?" Katherine sounded concerned again, particularly since she was now referring to Carol by name, something she only ever did when she got serious, worried, or seriously worried.

"Huh? Uh, yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Because you just stopped all of a sudden. You're just sitting there, you're drooling, and, uh...you're holding the weight all the way up here."

"I am? Oh shit, I am! Hang it up, Katy! Hang it up!"

Katherine obliged her, pulling the barbell back onto the safety rack. Carol bolted into a sitting position, her body trembling all over, and not from the fatigue of weight-lifting. The black girl took a seat next to her and began to pull the hair away from Carol's face, her eyes shining with worry.

"Something's up with you. I can tell. You've been out of it all day. What is it, Carol?"

Carol shook her head in frustration. "I told you, Katy, I'm f..."

No. She wasn't fine. She hadn't been at all since she woke up this morning,

"You're right," she said with a relenting sigh. "I am out of it today."

"Do you...want to talk about it?" said Katherine, gently caressing the older woman's face in a way that was oddly very motherly of herself.

"Maybe. Perhaps when we get home, though. This place is too noisy for that kind of thing."

"Okay, I guess that works for me. C'mon, let's shower off. Taking a shower with Mommy helps me feel better. I'm sure it'll help you feel better too."

Carol felt another headache coming. "Okay, but could you PLEASE drop the 'Mommy' stuff for now? That's really not helping."

At least Katy was happy again. "Hmph, you're no fun."

Fortunately, the showers did indeed do a lot to take the edge off Carol's mind. Getting the clothes off and exposing her body never ceased to have that effect on her, and the lukewarm water spraying all over her bare skin was absolutely divine. For a lot of women, the gym's showers would probably be a very intimidating place, as there were no private stalls in this one; it was just one big open field of showerheads and drains, like what you would expect to find in a prison. But for an exhibitionist like Carol, they were fine. They gave her a chance to appreciate the local 'talent,' and find those who appreciated it with her.

Come to think of it, I think I met most of my lovers in shower rooms like this. You're just quietly looking around, admiring a boob here and a butt there, and next thing you know you're looking eye to eye at a girl who was doing the same thing you were. That's exactly how I met this particular girl...

As if reading her thoughts, "that particular girl" suddenly rounded her form and took hold of it in a gentle loving hug. Katherine buried her face in between Carol's breasts, her dark skin contrasting deliciously against the older woman's creamy bosoms like hot fudge on a sundae.

"Mmmm...Mommy," she whispered as she nuzzled Carol's boobs with loving grace, smiling blissfully as the soft, pillowy flesh squished and slid against her face. She looked so at peace when she did that, like she could just crawl between these two most sacred parts of the mother's anatomy and live inside them forever.

Carol wanted to sigh, wanted to push the younger girl away, tell her to knock it off and that this wasn't the time or place for that kind of talk...but she didn't. She couldn't really. For as much as Katy's fetishes creeped her out, she could never find it in herself to tell the younger girl to stop once she got really into it. Something about that gentle, seemingly innocent voice she spoke in, and the tender way she gripped Carol's body like her life depended on it really spoke to Carol's maternal instincts. It made her want to hold the girl and rock her to sleep like she was her own child.

You really are like a baby, Katy, she thought as she embraced her lover in return, running a hand daintily down her back. A baby with a well-toned ass.

Her hands came to a rest on the younger girl's waist, and her fingertips strayed nicely on her butt. It felt firm, hard even, still tense from the recent workout it had endured. It was such a cute butt, one that she would gladly hold forever if she could.

"Mmmmm," Katy purred, enjoying the contact, pulling herself even closer to Carol's form. The mother shivered as the younger girl's hardened nipples brushed against her flesh and began poking little indentations into it.

I could just eat you up, girl.

Carol responded in kind squeezing Katherine's butt even tighter as she pushed her closer against her form. She was tickled slightly when her public hairs flattened against her skin as the two bodies pressed into one another, and even more when a full bodied shudder overcame the black girl as they brushed against a very sensitive part of her.

Carol could no longer contain herself. I'll have you right now!

Katherine's eyes went wide with shock when she found herself abruptly shoved into the wall. She had only a few precious seconds to shoot her lover a questioning look before her right leg was yanked upward by a forceful hand, and something soft, warm, and tender began to press down on her exposed sex. She was pinned, her legs were splayed, and if she didn't know any better, it looked like Carol was going to...going to...

She gasped when a feeling of electricity surged through her core. She could feel Carol rubbing her down, grinding her crotch into her own, kissing her with her lower lips, again, and again, and again. She...she really was doing what Katherine thought she was doing. She was having sex with her right here in the gym showers!

"C-C-Carol...I-I-I don't think...haahhhhhh!"

Carol only giggled in response before she leaned in to nibble on Katherine's neck, biting the supple brown flesh as she continued to thrust and grind her form against the younger woman's. Her large breasts bounces playfully atop Katy's, gracing her chest with their bountiful softness, occasionally tickling her with the hardened nubs of her erect nipples.

Tits, teeth, breasts, and clits. Tits, teeth, breasts and clits. That was all Katherine could think about, all she could imagine. She knew this was wrong, inappropriate, and highly illegal, but she didn't care. This was good, this was amazing, Carol was so wonderful, she was coming onto her like a woman who always took charge, just like how a mommy was supposed to be, the mommy she always wanted to have.

"Mmmm! Mrrrrrr! Rmmmm!"

Carol was growling and purring predatorily between every love bite she left on Katy's neck, with every bob of her pelvis, with every squelching wet rub of her inner folds on the younger girl's. She was slippery with moisture all over and within, ready to bloom, ready to burst, ready erupt in a holy explosion of liquid fire, ready to...

What...am I...doing?

Carol froze in place mid-rub. She stood stock still, one foot on the ground, the other bent and wedged into the wall to keep her legs properly splayed so that she could properly meet her lover from womanly core to womanly core. Her boobs came to a sudden rest atop her lover's chest with a wet slap, and she had the distinct feeling that her clitoris was being squished at an odd angle. It felt good, it felt nice, it felt tingly, it felt wet with something that wasn't pouring out of the shower faucet.

And it was wrong.

"Oh my Goddess!" she cried as she released Katherine's body and backed away, her face scarlet with shame. "I'm so sorry, Katy, I...I don't know what came over me!"

Katherine leaned against the wall for support, her legs shaking like jelly, her own face flushed with its own mess of emotions. Arousal. Excitement. Embarrassment. Confusion. Dizziness. All were present in her expression. "What...what was that about?" she asked in a hushed, breathy tone.

"I don't know," said Carol. "Just...feeling your naked body so close to mine, touching me all over like that, it...it got me so excited, that I just...I had to..."

"It...it's okay," Katherine stuttered as she pushed herself up. "It was just...unexpected is all. I never...imagined we'd get it on in here of all places. It was kinda scary...but also kind of hot too." For a moment, she smiled, seemingly half out of nervousness from the prospect of getting caught doing something so lewd in public, and half in arousal from the prospect of...doing something so lewd in public!

However, it faded as reality began to seep back into her. "But...something is up with you, Mommy. And I really have to know what it is now."

"Yes. You do need to know," said Carol. "Let's...let's just finish up here. The quicker we get home, the quicker I can start telling you."

[mintcrash]

ok so I haven’t written anything in many mnay years, but procrastination and too Many Comics can do strange things.

Just some drabble which forms some coherent one-shot I guess.

Damian never liked Tim,but after this, he will never forgive him.

Basically Tim has to monior Damian in some ‘mandatory dress training’. Damian is cute and angry, Tim is a good brother, and Dick is less so.

~1800 words, literally don’t know what I’m doing, mindless fluff and poofy dresses.

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Damian doesn’t know what to do. Damian Al Ghul: Robin, son of Batman, heir to the League of Assassins is absolutely stunned. He’s faced assassins, demons, beasts of unfathomable proportions. He has come so far in his few short years that immortals would be seething with jealousy. He came back from the dead, and he doesn’t know what to do. Trained by the world’s greatest, and here he stands, Tim Drake having frozen him in his tracks.

“You want…I’m sorry Drake, but what?”

“You heard me.”

“Drake, of all thi- this is ridiculous-“

“Yeah, well it’s a compulsory part of the training, and now you’ll fit into it, so get over here and put this on right now or I’m calling Dick.”

“-Tt-,” he scowled as he eyed Tim, glancing between his brother’s innocent, amused expression and the object of questionable origins in his arms, “You would enjoy this, you-“

Tim’s hands went up defensively, a film of glitter gracing his forearms. “Nuh-uh you stop looking at me like that right now demon child. This was definitely not my idea and I just want to get back to my case so if you wouldn’t mind-”

Damian snatched the pile of hoops and fabric from him. Honestly. What kind of family is this. “Well then, whose idea was it?” He struggled to turn the pale pink mess over in his arms, barely catching glimpses of the layers of tulle sticking out from what was presumably the bottom.

“Nobodys! I swear, this is actually a part of training,” Tim grimaced, ignoring the laugh building in response to Damian’s disgusted face, “Bruce makes all of us do it, but seeing as he’s overseas, Dick’s busy, and Jason’s who-knows-where, I’m in charge of…this.”

Damian wasn’t convinced. He could see Tim’s mouth twitching in that insufferable face he made whenever he had something to do with something unpleasant. He’s lying. It had to be some kind of sick Tim Drake joke. After all this time, he should be forced to wear, well, this. Despicable.

“For what possible reason – “

“Hey - don’t get me started runt.” Tim sauntered past the table, grabbing his coffee before planting himself in the nearest armchair with great satisfaction, falling into what looked like the least comfortable position any human being could manage. “I had to learn how to walk in it. Dick had to learn how to dance in it.  And – holy cow- Jason­ knows how to seduce anyone in it, so I’m sure that you, with your mighty mind can master all of that and more. Hey, I have to say though, it is easier than sitting in a pencil skirt, but doesn’t make your butt look nearly as good.”

Damian stared as Tim serenely sipped his coffee. He’d been through heels, and the cursed pencil skirts, but this? He stared at the pile in his arms with distain.

“Why does it have to be pink.”

“Hm? What was that?”

“I hate you Drake.”

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  Two hours, a torn underskirt, a snapped hoop, a broken zip and four fake bras later, Damian Wayne finally came into the lounge so that Tim could assess him.

“Finally, took you - woah”

Damian’s cheeks flushed. He was used to being critiqued and hunted by his insufferable brother, not flattered.

“Well? Stop staring you trout, do I pass?”

His mouth just hung open. What used to be his little demon brother actually looked, well, really good. His hair had been ruffled from wrestling with the dress, which somehow made him look even better. The dress managed to frame his lithe, false-breasted body exceptionally. Alfred was probably the only reason it was still in one piece, and the old, pristine fabric of the training gown caught the fading light perfectly. A river of fuchsia sequins rippled like a tail down the centre, framed by black velvet stripes. A black collar complemented dark sleeves, flowing from a high-waisted pale pink centrepiece, ending in a thick black ribbon. From this stemmed a pink hoop gown, the rich satin glistening in the fading light from the half-open curtains.

Dang, his brother looked better than he ever did in that thing.

Snapped out of his musings by a sharp -tt-, Tim hastily responded, “It, uh- the colour…really, brings out your eyes, I guess.”

“Really Drake? Am I that good that I don’t require any real critique?” Damian swished, hands falling in a naturally petite manner to his hips.

Tim had to hold back a snort. “Well, if you really want to know, you’re as ugly as ever, and need a wig. Your hair is shocking. And your shoulders – I can tell you’re a little self- “

“I am n – “

“Don’t interrupt me, princess. As I was saying, you’re self-conscious. You’ve got to hold your shoulders back, puff out your chest a little - no not like – agh wait, lemme, more like this, see?” Tim stood as close as he felt was a safe distance to the dinosaur in a dress, but pulled himself into a ballerina stance. “It’s like someone’s drawn a string up your spine, yeah that’s a little better, but don’t be so tense, relax your shoulders a little. Yes. Much better.”

Tim continued to give instruction and Damian let himself relax a little. The dress wasn’t all uncomfortable. Besides, there was no denying Drake thought he looked good. At least a little.

After learning to walk, especially up and down stairs holding the length of puffy fabric, Tim called for Alfred to bring in the shoes. Combining them with the dress proved to be…difficult, but he only stepped on the hem twice, and that was because he was trying to stand up and the dress just got everywhere once you sat down.

Dancing was a lot harder.

“You know-“

“Yes, of course I know the waltz, you dimwit. And I am not dancing with you, no matter how much ‘practice’ anybody insists I need.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Tim sat back into his observing station, nursing his third coffee of the day, taking note of his brother’s movements.

“You’re doing the girl’s part, remember.”

“Shut up”

“…Keep your back straight, you’re losing-“

“Mm”

“…Relax those shoulders princess.”

“-tt-“

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  Asides from the occasional misstep in the heels, which left a few new holes in the first layer of the skirt, and his tense shoulders, Tim thought Damian was more of a natural in the dress than any of them had been, except maybe Dick.

“Are we done now?”

Turning his head from a fresh brew, he sighted the pile of fabric sprawled on the furthest armchair. The second pair of heels had been kicked off and a light sheen of glitter rested with them on the floor nearby.

“Sadly, no.”

“What?!” The pile twisted as Damian almost fell on the floor, “You said one more dance-“

“Until I’m done, you still have something else to do.”

Damian’s face could probably boil water, but Tim wasn’t finished. “After this, you can remove the beautiful dress and reclaim your natural demon state. Besides, a normal gala usually goes for at least another twenty minutes. Put on that one pair of heels which you actually liked, and I’ll give my final assessment.”

Damian tutted, pulling on his shoes and staring daggers at his brother before finally straightening up and twirling one more time.

“Fine. Just…hurry up.”

Then Dick walked in.

He froze. Damian stiffened. Tim grinned.

“You…little…”

“DAMI!”

Dick spread his arms wide, soggy hair from his after-work shower flicking drips behind him as he bounded up to his little brother. Damian braced himself for whatever was coming.

“Damian it…you…it’s perfect! You look amazing!” He turned to Tim, “How’d you-“

“With a lot of patience.”

Both smiled like maniacs as Damian suffered their compliments.

“Oh Darlene, your dress is stunning tonight.”

“Oh Diana I love your shoes!”

“Dmitri, that colour really brings out your flawless skin.”

“And your eyes!”

“Did he get the posture right?”

“Most of the time”

“Dami, relax your shoulders-“

“So.  I’ve.  Been. Told.”

“Oh you have to give me a walk. Come on, just one? I promise I will never talk of this –“

“Shut up. I will, only because I want this torment to end sooner.”

So, Damian did. He glided flawlessly up the room, twirled liked only the finest of socialites, then turned to see – Grayson’s Phone. Abandoning any hints of walking, Damian pulled up the dress, revealing a half-on shoe. With a quick and expert flick of his ankle, it flew off and landed violently on the camera. Tim snorted, sharing a quick smile with the youngest. Dick just looked hurt.

“Aww, come on Dami! It’s compulsory for everyone to have documented photos of all important training events. Besides, Bruce needs photographic evidence of this occasion.”

“Shut up, Grayson. I swear if you show those to anyone I will slice your hand off.”

“Well, I think that about covers everything now.” Tim interrupted before Damian actually attacked anyone. He stood, and with the straightest face and most serious voice he could muster, said, “You have my permission, as your supervisor for this training session, to get out of the dress, until such time comes that it is needed for mission purposes. Also, I’ll have to write all this down, but you really need to work on relaxing your shoulders.”

Damian’s sour expression turned to Tim, “Drake, if you mention this to anyone, I will have a good reason to cut off your coffee supply for a week.” He turned with great flair, radiating an attitude fitting for his outfit, and stormed into the next room.

“Oh, and Damian?” Dick called before he slammed the door behind him, “Just remember, with the whole relaxing your shoulders thing, think of it like swordplay – you only tense before you strike. And if you do ever have to wear one of those, at least you’ll be prepared. Plus, Bruce had to have this training too, so-“

“Wait, what?!? Father had to- “

“Ohohoho yes he did.” Dick’s phone was back up as he searched for the ‘compulsory photographic documentation’.

Damian stalked over as fast as he could, hoisting the dress.  Tim rolled off the couch too. He was not going to miss this.

“He thought he should try it out when he made me do it. Justified it as ‘needing practice’ and ‘learning from a woman’s perspective’, but I don’t think anybody his size needs to put themselves through something they obviously can’t pull off. Now where’s…ahah!”

The room fell silent. The air was concrete as Dick held in the fiery laugh building in his chest.

“Is that-“

“Yes.”

“Gets me every time.”

“In pink-“

“Oooohhh yeah.”

“You know it.”

Damian was disgraced. Tim was choking back his laughter. Dick was…well, Grayson was beaming in the background of the photo, wearing the same dress Damian had on now. It…complemented his Father’s.

“Oh he really cannot pull that off.” Tim commented.

“I KNOW, right?! He kept telling me it was for experience but honestly I think he was just enjoying himself.”

Damian snuffed, “-tt-, he needs to relax his shoulders.”

Tim and Dick shared stunned glances before Dick mumbled, “Guess it runs in the family.”

[itookmynamehere-blog]

Caught in the crossfire Chapter 6

        I watched his chest rise and fall for a few minutes letting myself imagine if this were real, if this were normal, how I wouldn't mind walking up to see him every morning. After everything that’s happened I couldn’t believe my thoughts- how could I feel anything for this man, this monster? It was a question I was beginning to grow tired of asking myself.         I slipped his arm off my waist and limped into the kitchen to make coffee, today was going to be a long one- last nights choices reminded me of that fact with every painful step, my leg had a bruise the size of Texas splattered across it in a disgustingly purple and red shade. I looked over my body in the shower earlier and grimaced at how scratched up I was- you're probably wondering what happened in the span of that awful conversation in the kitchen and now- well that’s simple, after that explosion of information Jin threw at me and the rush of everything else that had happened my body felt exhausted. I hauled myself into the living room to mull over it all. I felt upside down and inside out all at the same time, after all I had held Namjoon in such a bright light, on a pedestal no one and nothing could knock over.          Even before all this gang nonsense he'd been ethereal to me, yeah I knew he was far from perfect but he was a good man, at least he was everything a good man should be in my mind. He was smart, could have gone on to do wonderful things but it wasn't just book smarts he had, he knew how to solve every problem that came his way and if he didn’t he wasn’t afraid to ask for help, he knew how to talk to people, how to let them know he was there for the without being too pushy he could make me laugh on my darkest days, and if a laugh wasn’t what I'd needed he'd sit there and just exist with me in the silence of my room and when I was ready to talk we'd talk like it was going out of style.          After I found out, I'm not entirely sure what made me stay, maybe my subconscious knew I couldn't deal with life without him, maybe its because I was in love, either way, I was here now and determined to see him one last time- god my mindset was getting more and bleaker.          I sat there for hours waiting for Jin to wrap up his nightly routine, every night he'd shower, read a little of the book on his bedside and then sleep. Usually, now I'm a bit- okay a lot ashamed to admit this but usually, by now, I'm in his bed. Now I know what your thinking, how the hell did that happen and I'll be honest I have no clue why but I have a theory that after taking my passed out body off the couch and into his bed anyway I eventually just accepted it as a place to sleep nothing more, I mean sure most days I wake up entangled in his arms and sure maybe I don’t throw them off me as soon as I gain consciousness- but its just because he's warm okay? He realized I wasn’t coming to bed and thankfully took it as me needing my space, I was turned to face the other side of the couch when he shuffled over and gently draped the warm wool fabric over my body, he tucked me in quietly before leaning over to kiss my cheek "I love you- don't be mad at me forever, after all we have a plane to catch in the morning." and with that he left me to brood all night until I cooled off.         Yeah, the problem with that is I wasn’t just going to cool off this wasn’t some lovers quarrel where the argument gets resolved with a few kind words and a kiss this was an insane man holding me hostage under the illusion that we have a shot at something together. These were the words I chanted to myself after crawling out the one window in the house I could fit through, my plan was to tie together the blankets he'd given me and use them as a makeshift rope, if I could just get to the ground- I could get out, run on the highway until I found someone to help me, it was worth a shot in my  mind. His apartment was only two floors up, I figured the 'rope' would get me as far as it could and I'd have to jump the rest of the way, if I landed right I wouldn’t be too bruised up, or maybe one of his neighbors would see a girl dangling in the window and say something? It had crossed my mind to just use the front door and ask them for help but after an evening like this one, I knew getting anyone involved with me meant certain death. I couldn’t do that to another person.         I couldn't be the reason another life was taken.          I panted like a marathon runner using the adrenaline of the situation to help me hold myself up from the ground- which seemed a lot farther away now might I add- I cursed myself for even coming up with the idea before tapping around the ledge with my foot, just as I found some sense of balance, I was suddenly inches lower than I had been before, I couldn’t fight the yelp from escaping my mouth, my eyes watered not only from the harsh winds but from the new surge of fear that spread through my body like a virus. I peeled my eyes away from the ground to look up at the now torn blanket rope, the tear was small but I could tell my time was running out, I swallowed dryly, it made my throat burn from how dry it was. I thanked the lord I had any form of upper body strength as I continued to inch my way down, the ground was closer now but it was still too far to jump, as soon as my foot touched the next ledge I began to breathe normally again- shit never mind, I felt the stitches of the blanket come undone with every passing second, I forced my gaze away from the floor to assess the damage only to find a body staring down at me- this time I couldn’t hold back the scream. I hung there speechless for a moment- maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks on me?         Oh wait no its definitely Jin and he doesn’t look happy.         Well fuck.         I felt myself stammering for the right words but felt none, I felt the blanket rip again and pressed myself further into the edge of the wall. I tried my best to gently continue my way- if I could just get a few more feet down, then I could jump without too much damage being done. I used the ledge to balance and ignored the searing stare being thrown down at me, he hadn't said a word but suddenly, like in slow motion I watched him untie the knot holding me to the balcony, before I could even think to react he tossed the sheet over the edge, eyes never leaving mine.         I remember grasping at the air in shock, my fingers desperate to cling to anything to save me. All at once I felt fear like I'd never felt before, betrayal, shock, and most of all I felt am an eerie sense of calm at the thought that this was it.         I didn’t have to fight anymore. Though instead of death, I felt my body make impact with the floor in an almost comedic thud.         I landed on my side so my leg took most of the fall, I felt blood trickle from somewhere on my face, I couldn’t tell exactly where, the only thing my mind could register was the pain in my leg, the snowflakes falling around me made the whole thing seem unreal, maybe that was just my knocked around brain talking- who knows.         Not long after I felt something incredibly warm wrap around me then the wet, cold feeling of the ground I was beginning to get used to was gone. When I stopped seeing in doubles, the first thing to come into focus was Jin shuffling around me, at some point he'd taken me back inside and placed me in his bed surrounded by pillows. He said nothing as he grabbed a pair of scissors from the bedside table. I winced when he sat beside me. He met my gaze with a raised eyebrow, the corners of his mouth rose ever so slightly "I need to get that leg checked out and, being that you refuse to wear pants that aren’t skin tight-" he snipped the scissors with a smile "If you don't mind?" I licked my chapped lips, just now noticing the cut lining the side of my mouth "I'd rather just- I don’t know take them off myself?" he looked at me smugly slightly sucking his teeth, "You sure your in any kind of position to move?" I scoffed and pushed myself out if the sitting position not fighting the hiss once my injured leg slid across the soft blanket and onto the floor. I lifted myself off the bed focusing completely pressing my weight onto my left foot, just as I managed to get the button undone I noticed Jin remaining where he sat, unfazed. Despite the situation heat spread through my body         "Can you get out?"         "Oh come on I need to look at your leg anyway- does this matter?" I remained frozen an unimpressed expression rested on my face causing him to scoff slightly before rising and leaving the room. I exhaled in relief and I began sliding the denim over my thighs, my pants hit the floor with a thud curiously enough, I nudged the pile of cloth with my foot, the shiny unmistakable screen of a phone peaked out from my back pocket, amazingly enough the screen was  only slightly cracked from the fall, I stared at the door before hesitantly bending over to swipe the cold object in my hands, without much thought I slipped it into my bra and brought my legs back on the bed, my embarrassment long gone, now replaced with a sudden curiosity, and the urge to escape growing stronger- if I could get away from Jin for long enough I could get a good look at it. I didn’t let my mind sit on where it came from, in the heat of the moment Jungkook slipping his phone in my pocket was easily forgotten, I'm only surprised Jin hasn’t found it yet. Just as that thought slipped my mind three soft knocks came from the other side of the door.         "Can I come look at your leg now?"         "Do I even have a choice?"         He opened the door as a response, now with gauze in his hands. Things were uncomfortably silent as inspected my legs "Well it's not broken, your just gonna be sore these next few days." he made a tsk noise plopping down on the other side of the bed "Traveling's gonna be a bit difficult but then again you did kind of do this to yourself." I scoffed gripping the comforter he'd thrown over my legs moments ago as to not reach over and strangle him.          "I wouldn't have fallen if you hadn't of thrown the damn rope." he turned to look a me with a roll of his eyes "Yeah well I wouldn’t have had to done that if you hadn't tried such a stupid thing in the first place- and to think I was beginning to trust you." he sounded hurt, I almost felt sorry.  Then again I have no doubt in his head he was the victim here.         "Trust me?-" I shook my head unable to wrap it around the entirety of the situation. How dare he? I thought, a red hot anger began to bubble over in my chest with every labored breath I took          "You say that like I'm the bad guy here- from day one you've been playing and manipulating me-" his head snapped in my direction with a glare that put that fire right out. If I was a dog my tail would be in between my legs.         "From day one I've done everything for you." his voice was getting dangerously low, definitely not a good sign.         "I took you away from a man who would have gotten you killed, I got rid that piece of filth that was your boss, I took you away from a life of struggle- you never have to worry about anything now," his voice softened as he pushed a ratted piece of my hair behind my ear. "You never have to worry about money, or perverts trying to take advantage of you- I gave that all to you," his hand went from caressing my cheek to gripping my shoulder "-and you don't even have the decency to stay?" his voice cracked as he said this causing me to cast my fearful gaze from the door to his face, now inches from mine.         "You took away everything."         "I gave you everything!" he shouted making me flinch, his hand now wove its way into my hair, his grip firm enough to keep me still but not enough to hurt.         "If it were up to me I'd punish you now- but then again your gonna have a hard enough time walking as it is." his hand snapped my head to fully face him, "You think you have everything figured out, don't you? Ever stop to wonder if Namjoon even wants you back hm?" his lips dug into the skin of my cheek and neck and he dragged his mouth anywhere he could see, my hands were wrapped around his wrists as a weak response to his actions, I told myself if I had my full strength I'd push him away but even I don’t know if it was true.         "Funny how you assume he still cares." I inched away until my back hit the headboard trying to focus on his cruel words instead of how electrifying his mouth felt whispering against my ear.         "It's funny how you assume I'd go running back to him." He pulled away, lips red and cheeks flushed, to smile at me. "Aw sweet heart, you have no one else."         "Ever stop to wonder maybe I'm just trying to get away from you?" his hands fell from my face, only then did I take a moment to look at the position we'd found ourselves in, he sat with either leg onside of me leaning over unnecessarily close, his hands slithered their way to my waist making the entire thing more intimate than needed. Suddenly he dissolved into a fit of giggles "I don't think I'll ever fully understand you."         "Yeah well- same here buddy."         "No seriously- I could wrap my hands around your neck and squeeze until you stopped twitching- and you still manage to have an attitude with me." I shrugged my shoulders making his smile widen.         "God I love you."         "Funny way of showing it," I grunted moving my hands up to hold the sides of his face surprising us both.         "I don’t know what you're doing to me Seokjin, I mean a few minutes ago you kinda threw me too my death and here we are, in a very compromising position, and for some reason, I haven't thrown you off yet." I had no idea what I was doing, I knew I hated him- at least some part of me did, but the rest was unsure. His hands wrapped around my own before interlacing them with a small squeeze         "That’s because you care about me- whether you like it or not." I rolled my eyes but couldn’t find it n me to pull away.         Maybe I was tired of arguing, maybe its because I knew some part of that was true, I mean I knew I pitied him, the way he's lived, the life he's known, but I also knew what he wanted for the two of us would never work out- it wasn’t in our cards to be anything more than we were now- I don’t even know what we were now-  and yet when he leaned in to close the small gap between us in a feverish kiss, I found myself, not reeling away in disgust and trying to get away but leaning into him, wrapping my hands around his neck and pushing myself up against him despite my wounds screaming in protest, we were kneeling on the bed at this point, the blankets a muddled mess beneath us, completely lost in the taste of each other, my heart felt as if it had stopped beating but the numbing feeling of whatever it is that was happening was like a high I couldn’t pull away from him.         Whatever it is that happened last night left me confused sure, but I knew no matter what I had to go. It kept me up well into the morning, I finally decided to do something with the restless energy and limped my way into the living room, as far as Jin was concerned I was making some breakfast, in reality, I was in the bathroom trying to turn on the phone, after anxiously holding the power button the screen flickered on much to my relief. I held my body against the door just in case, also making sure to turn the faucet on to muffle whatever was about to happen. With a sigh, I started at the password encrypted phone. 'of course it's locked.' the only hope I had now was to wait for someone to call or- well there's a chance I could use a text from someone to call them but who knows who would pick up? If they even would anyway. After all, I knew nothing about this Jungkook guy if he rolled with Namjoon I'm not sure I wanted to know who'd be texting him. For once luck was on my side because there were a few notifications on the phone and one happened to be a message. I stared at it conflicted. Though I had no time to wonder because Jin was up and wondering the house. I hit the tiny call button on the notification and waited. I was nowhere near ready for the conversation that followed. Once he hung up I sat there for a good minute wondering if that was even real or if I'd just finally lost it and imagined the whole thing. I choose to believe in what little hope I had left and painstakingly shoved the phone back in my boot trying my best to avoid the bruises. I took a breath before exiting and tossing myself on the couch with a sigh. I had no clue what this guy had planned - if he was even coming that is.         "Hey, our flight leaves in a few hours so we should probably head out," Jin called from the kitchen. I hobbled my way into the doorway to stare at his lean frame lean over the sink. "No way I can talk you out of this?" He turned around, a faint smile gracing his features "Let me think about it- no."         "I don't know if we have to leave Seoul- I mean sure you gunned a man down in public but don’t you do that for a living anyway?" he huffed out a laugh before shutting the tap off and drying his hands "Yes but those men don't usually work directly with ruthless Kim."         "I'm sorry am I supposed to know who that is?"         "It's Namjoon's nickname on the street. No one likes to cross paths with him." I ignored the unsettled feeling in my stomach and tried to think of more ways to stall Jin. "Okay since I can't convince you otherwise- can you at least tell me where were going?" He pushed himself away from the counter and pulled me into his chest by my waist "When we went on that date in the park- you told me you'd always wanted to go to New York so."         "Jin what the- okay I admire the fact that you bothered to listen to me but what are we gonna do out there? I don't suppose you'll let me get a job."         "Sure you can- if you change your name." I smacked his chest but his grip on my tightened "I'm kidding- relax princess I've taken care of everything."          I spent hours getting ready to leave either distracting Jin with questions of waiting for someone to show up to the door guns a' blazing.         It was all very stressful really because Jin seemed to have thought of literally everything, he had more than enough money for the tickets, a hotel suite already booked and told me we'd be apartment shopping within the week. I won't lie for a moment I found myself calling the whole thing off with the stranger from the phone, after all, I trusted Jin a whole lot more than someone I didn’t know- plus he seemed so genuinely excited- but then I'd remind myself, he wasn’t giving me a choice. He was ripping me away from my little life and sure it was far from perfect but it was mine.         He thought he knew what was best for me but I refused to have it.         I couldn’t shake the loom of guilt for whatever was about to happen, though.         We'd left for the airport covered from head to toe in winter clothes. To the outside eye we looked well prepared for any kind of harsh winter weather but in reality, Jin wanted to hide us as best he could without wearing a full blown disguise.         He may have been a monster but the man was smart.         I excused myself once we were fully seated at the terminal to the bathroom, he'd made an offhand comment about me just holding it till we got on the plane but I insisted it was an emergency, he smiled, very forced, and pulled me in for a hug only to whisper "Try to run and I'll kill that cute little family over there."         I yanked away from him horrified and glanced at the small family waiting to board with us. I gave him the harshest glare I could muster before waddling off to the bathroom. The bright lights made my ever growing headache intensify and the worst part was how it kind of smelled like a hospital- yuck.         I pulled the almost dead phone from my shoe knowing as soon as we have to board and go through those scanners their gonna detect it��and the whole plan would come crashing down. What was the plan you ask? Yeah, I had no fucking idea because of Yoongi- the mystery man from the phone- had yet to provide me with the details of our grand escape. When I'd gotten the chance to call him I tried to ask as politely as I could where the fuck he was because we were about to go to the airport he mentioned about getting something from a friend which would help and how he'd give it to me in time, what that meant I had no idea.         I called him three times before he finally picked up         "Jeez, you're impatient."         "I like to think if the roles were switched you'd be a little stressed too!"         "I just had to sneak past security for a moment chill."         "Why did you have to sneak past-"         "What I'm bringing you wouldn’t exactly go through well at customs." I could hear the frantic background chatter of the airport scene behind him which calmed me a little.         "God I hope you didn’t bring me a gun because I don’t know if I could shoot a man in front of a thousand people." I heard him scoff before muttering something under his breath "Listen- you're in the bathroom right."         "Yeah right outside my gate why?"         "I'm gonna bring you something- make sure to slip it into his drink okay."         "Yeah um I'm not sure about that- how are you gonna get it to me without him noticing-"         "Trust me okay? And be ready I'm almost there."         "He just threatened to kill an entire family if I try to run so I hope this works."         "Yeah me too." I hung up and tossed the phone back in my boot before splashing my hands under the sink, almost instantly a body crashed into mine sending me to the floor, a few gasps were heard and I tried to gather myself but before I could raise a hand wrapped around mine, I opened my mouth to thank the stranger when I felt a tiny, cold bottle be slipped into the very hand they were holding. My eyes jumped up to stare at the face of the beautiful stranger, he stared at me with calculating eyes "Careful miss." and before I could respond he disappeared into the sea of bodies. The small concerned crowd disappeared allowing me to make my way back over to where Jin sat nervously tapping his foot.         "What happened with that big crowd over there?"         "I fell."         He snorted with a shake of his head "I leave you alone for five minutes." I shook my head and took my seat next to him, I could feel the small bottle burning a hole in my pocket so I scanned the area for anything he could be drinking. My heart began to work in overdrive once I noticed a small coffee, only about a sip left sitting by his foot.         "Hey, is that yours?" He looked down and picked it up before offering me the cup.         "No it's okay I was just asking." he raised his eyebrow before downing the rest of the contents, I eyed the cup in despair- this definitely wasn’t gonna work.         He took my look in a different way causing him to laugh. He smiled before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a twenty. "If you wanted one all you had to do was ask." I nodded sheepishly before taking the bill and walking over to the kiosk where they served coffee. I could feel myself shaking as I poured creamer into the darkness swirling at the bottom of the disposable cups What was I going to do? I couldn’t just force him to take a sip of mine that be too suspicious-         "Grab me another one will you? I wanna read on the plane," he called out making me jump. I nodded before turning back around and grabbing another cup, I poured the coffee best I could with my shaky fingers and thanked god a thousand times on the short walk over, I made sure to leave my cup black so I knew for sure which one had whatever it is Yoongi gave me in it. I took a sip of the bitter liquid ignoring the shudder it made roll down my spine. I tried to watch the crowd, trying my hardest not to look over and check if he was drinking. It took every ounce of control not to scream when he nuzzled his face in my neck, every breath he puffed out against my skin smelled of the sweet drink. I looked up just in time to meet the cold eyes of Yoongi a few feet away, he would have completely blended in if I wasn’t looking for him. "Thank you." Jin suddenly spoke up tearing me from my thoughts "For what?" I asked not looking away from the man across the room.         "You saved me." This grabbed my attention enough for me to look down at the man leaning on me. "I saved you from what?"         "Myself…everything I hate about life just…" he fluttered his fingers in the air, his voice becoming slurred "- just vanishes, y-your even going cross the world just to start a life with me- thank you. God, I love you, I really do and I swear ima treat you better okay baby?" I felt a sting in my eyes fro some reason but pushed it away to grab his hand and rub circles into it. "Okay, Jin." when I looked up again Yoongi was nowhere to be seen which worried me until I turned to see him sitting a few seats away from me. I looked back to Jin once I heard him start to cough.         "You okay?" he pulled back as if to answer but interrupted himself with another cough, the sound tore through his throat like some kind of beast making him gasp, he reached down to what was left of his coffee to help clear his throat but only coughed harder once he swallowed, something horrible began to happen. The foam cup in his hand landed with a small thump and his dry coughs began producing blood.         His body was on the floor in seconds, his veins bulging an unnaturally deep blue color and the whites of his eyes were blood red from how hard he coughed, he convulsed gasping for air, his hands scratched at his throat as if he was trying to rip something out, red marks were left where he dragged his nails, his body tensed and untensed as he tried to breathe blood began to drip from his nose, I placed my hand on his chest frantically feeling for a heartbeat I knew must have been fading. "J-Jin what's wrong? Can you hear me? Come on baby breathe for me okay." my voice was cracked as I wiped away at the blood around his mouth with the sleeve of my coat, tears burned at my eyes making the world blurry, the crowd that formed around us gasped in horror, someone shouted for a doctor, somehow his hand had found mine and grasped at t like I was the thing keeping him alive. All at once I was ripped away in the opposite direction, my head snapped up ready to scream only to be met by Yoongi's stern gaze "Now's not the time to feel sorry we got to go before the cops show up." His grip was like iron as he continued to pull me out a door and into the frozen outside air, in a flash we were in a car cluttered with technology.          Almost like reading my mind he apologized for the mess "Didn’t really expect any company anytime soon uh, yeah." I allowed my heart to slow down before wiping away at the tear stains on my face.         I couldn’t find my voice, no questions seemed like the right one to ask though I had many. Like did I just kill a man? If so am I more upset about the fact that I took a life or that it was Seokjin's? Why was this stranger being so kind and risking so much to save me? My silence must have worried him because he pulled over and wiggled around in his seat clearly trying to say something.         "Uh I'm sorry- you had to go through that I mean." I nodded still unable to find the will to speak, it felt as if my tongue was suddenly made from cement.         "Everything's gonna be fine soon enough." I was too busy replaying today's events in my head to notice the nervous way he shifted in his seat when he spoke, or the way he toyed with the dashboard of his car, fingers slightly grazing the cold metal of his hidden firearm, before thinking twice and pulling away to glance at my shaken figure.         "It's all gonna be just fine." ​​​​​​​

[theleerogers]

First Times [Past]

Lee was really not the party type of person. Maybe it had been because of Nate and Amber's experiences in the past or it was just something that he wasn't into, Lee wasn’t sure, but what he did know was that this party really wasn't his scene and going home really seemed like a decent idea at this point. Academy parties were a different sort of party considering that some people had mutations or genetics that meant they couldn’t drink which was the category he fitted into, and the others were the ones that made party tricks out of their powers. It was sometimes messy and it was clearly a lot more fun for other people.

"Hey."

A girl's got Lee's attention and he looked up from his drink to see who was speaking to him. He was half hoping it was someone that he actually knew and who wanted to leave this party as well so they could have escaped together. But it was only was someone he half recognized - Chloe if he had the correct name - and he managed a smile in return. "Hi," he replied, sipping on his lemonade. Maybe he needed to be able to get drunk to enjoy these parties like everyone else.

Before he could say anything else, Chloe sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lee was obviously startled but didn't move other than setting his drink down. "So I've been watching you all night," she told him, straddling his lap. He couldn't smell alcohol on her breath so her being drunk was out of the question. She was just very, very forward. There was something about being a Rogers that put him in the spotlight. An available one at that.

"You have?" Lee stuttered out, keeping his keeping his eyes on hers because her dress was very low cut. For someone he didn't really know, being this forward was making him slightly uncomfortable. But a part of him, the very teenage boy part of him, was sort of okay with this new development.

“Hmm,” Chloe hummed, pushing her fingers through his hair. Lee let out a shaky exhale but still managed to keep his gaze on hers. “Everyone’s eyes have been on you all night.”

“I haven’t noticed,” Lee lied easily, unfazed by the idea. His popularity was not a product of his own personality or relationships, people wanted to befriend him because he was a Rogers and that was basically like royalty in its own way. The girls were no different, and for the most part Lee knew that finding something meaningful was always going to be a challenge when he knew most people had an agenda. Cynical was very much in his vocabulary.

Chloe just raised an eyebrow at him in response. “Right, I hope you don’t lie to your parents with that expression on your face. As gorgeous as you are.” She tucked her dark hair behind her ear and looked at him. He hadn’t asked her to stop what she was doing so she was going to take this as far as she could, wanting to enjoy her evening and actually have a story to tell. Every other guy in the room was either drunk or stupid, and flirting with Lee was something everyone wanted to do but didn’t really put into practice.

Lee raised an eyebrow back at him. “I don’t lie to my parents,” he told her, his hands moving slowly and a little experimentally to rest on her waist since it looked like she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. The floral scent of her perfume was what lured him in more than anything. “So, why is everyone looking at me then?” he asked curiously, wanting to hear her say what he knew to be true or to see if she came up with anything else that might surprise him.

Chloe’s smirked as Lee’s hands found their way onto her waist, and she leant down a little, “Well, because it doesn’t look like you’re having very much fun at this party,” she told him, looking him right in the very blue eyes of his. “And I thought that I would change that before someone else beats me to it.”

Lee wasn’t exactly blind to what girls wanted, or at least what the girls who were interested in him wanted. It wasn’t that he avoided sex or was scared of it, most of the time it wasn’t right or he felt like he still needed to wait. He didn’t even know what for. But in this moment, which wasn’t necessarily anything special, he figured that getting some sort of experience wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

That line of reasoning was why Lee didn’t pull away when Chloe kissed him, not with passion but more out of desperation and experimentation. He wasn’t experienced in the difference but he knew at least that she wasn’t kissing him because she liked him but because she wanted what her body wanted.

And Lee’s body had no real objection to that, despite not knowing what the hell he was doing. Kissing Chloe back for a few moments, he pulled back to look at her a little flustered and surprised by the whole thing. “…beat them to what exactly?” Lee managed to tell her out of all the confusion. He had kissed girls before, but he hadn’t kissed a girl that was this forward. Half innocent flirting, he was used to, but this? Totally out of his territory.

Because it was out of his territory, Lee went with whatever he thought he needed to do in this situation. Perhaps it was better not to overthink or even think at all, maybe that was why he the way he was and he hadn’t been with anyone the way his brother had. Chloe had seemed to find a way around all of that by surprising him with her forwardness. Most other girls just flirted around him with their interest, it took someone very bold to be, well…this bold.

“To this,” Chloe replied, sneaking one hand up under his shirt causing Lee to shift back a little at how her hand felt against his chest. Her gaze didn’t waver from his, and she was almost challenging him to see what he would do next.

Lee wasn’t sure what she was going to do next, yet he kept his hands settled on her waist. “You’re vague, you know that, right?” He couldn’t figure her out as hard as he tried, or maybe he didn’t want to figure her out. Times like this he wished he could at least drink enough to take the edge of his thoughts. To stop his doubts and fears.

What wasn’t vague at all was the way Chloe’s hips pressed down against his insistently, eliciting a surprised gasp from Lee. He knew what she wanted but he didn’t want to make assumptions about the way she was acting.

Chloe tilted her head slightly. “I can be less vague if you take me into that room over there,” she told Lee without a falter in her words, pointing with the hand that wasn’t exploring his chest to the door just down the hall. “I think I can be pretty straight forward when I want to be.”

Hearing her say it was another thing entirely for Lee and that’s when he just stared at her with no response he could think of that wouldn’t make him sound stupid. Part of him wanted to act upon her request, to actually have a good time at this party. What was he afraid of? There were no expectations for him like there was for Nate. “Oh…” was what he managed to say, forcing his thoughts to focus. “Okay.” His mouth felt incredibly dry at being put on the spot like this. It was almost embarrassing. Not almost…it was definitely embarrassing.

Luckily for Lee, Chloe was taking charge in a matter of moments she got off his lap and took his hand in hers. Tugging him off the couch to which Lee stumbled along in her lead, Chloe dragged him towards the room she had gestured to before. This was actually happening. Lee didn’t even want to know if anyone had noticed the two of them sneaking off, no doubt it would circulate around the Academy in no time at all.

Whatever half formed confidence Lee had in his mind before all of this, it all disappeared as the door was locked and he was in the room alone with a woman who clearly wanted him out of what he was wearing. His breathing felt tight in his chest.

Lee was nervous, and that was something that didn’t really happen. He couldn’t even get through unbuttoning his shirt without fumbling, and when it came to conquering the mission that was Chloe’s bra clasp…that was another story entirely. A very awkward story. Wanting to feel what it was like to at least be intimate with someone was slowly being replaced by doubt and the awkwardness that just seemed to radiate from Lee as they managed to get out of most of their clothing, piece by piece. First his shirt, then hers. His pants and her skirt were added to the pile on the floor. It didn’t take that long for no clothes to be in sight, only flesh of both their bodies.

The fear of being judged was something Lee was used to. He was judged for nearly everything he did – he was a Rogers after all. Being compared to his father or his brother was something he had come to accept as a fact, as much as he hated it and tried day by day to be someone else. Being at parties didn’t mean he escaped from those judgements, but he could at least be that someone else for a little while. But that didn’t mean he was comfortable with the way that Chloe was looking at him, or the way she touched him like she owned him.

Who he was right now before her was someone who was clearly very inexperienced when it came to sex. Lee knew that fact was far too obvious because as hard as he tried to try and dispute it, getting turned on by this awkward feeling that was eating at him really wasn’t happening. Chloe seemed not to notice, or maybe she didn’t care because she seemed to be very much enjoying herself. Getting Lee Rogers naked was probably good enough for her and her goals for the evening.

Lee could make the assumption that this wasn’t Chloe’s first time in the way that it was for him, and he could also assume in that same line of reasoning that she thought the same of him. But he hadn’t been with anyone before, he had kissed a few girls her and there but this was so different that his heart was racing so loud he could practically hear it in his ears, let alone feel it in his chest.

Lee didn’t know what to do with his hands. Touching her was one thing, because he hadn’t touched a woman before like the way he was now, and even when he was touching her and exploring the curves of her body, it didn’t feel right. Maybe it was because he actually had no idea what he was doing or knew how he wanted to make her feel - or maybe it was just because it wasn’t the right time to be doing this. It wasn’t like he had a girlfriend or anything of that sort, so theoretically there was nothing holding him back except his own head. His own self-created doubts.

If he had thought things were awkward before at stage of undressing, nothing compared to the level of awkwardness that occurred as soon as the clothes were off and they attempted to get to the point. Sure, she was naked and very attractive - that in itself was a little out of comfort zone, but so was he and the way she was looking at him was what Lee would rather not overanalyze him. As respectful as Lee wanted to be in the light of having a naked woman in front of him, he decided that kissing her was a better option than avoiding looking at her altogether. So he stepped forward to close the short distance between them, burying his fingers into her hair as he kissed her. Faking it until he made it seemed to be his logic right now.

Chloe responded as he thought she would, pressing her body up against his and her hands came up against his chest.  “No wonder all the girls are after you,” Chloe whispered against his lips, her hands smoothing over the lines of his chest in appreciation. It was her touch that brought him back from his thoughts where he was thinking about everything other than sex right now. That wasn’t exactly a good sign for what was to come, if getting in the mood wasn’t really on his mind.

“I haven’t done anything yet,” Lee mumbled back. His body had no issue with all of this though, reacting the way a young man’s body would react to the touches he was getting from Chloe. He pressed closer as confirmation of that even if he was trying to tell himself that maybe he should stop and let this all go. Her statement about other girls being into him went right over his head at this point. What other girls wanted wasn’t necessarily what he wanted.

What he was focusing on at the moment was getting them onto the bed, knowing that that was clearly Chloe’s intentions and the quicker they got there the quicker he could give in to her. Or at least what he was assuming. As soon Chloe pulled him towards the bed, the both of them a tangling of limbs as they tried to figure out who would go where and who was taking the lead in all of this, it was obvious in a matter of moments that Chloe was the one who wanted this more than Lee did.

That wasn’t to say that his body wasn’t for the new development, of having another body up against his with the sole purpose of making him feel good. The feeling that coursed through him was different than anything he had ever experienced, and his body was reacting appropriately and very much predictably. Which seemed to please Chloe as she touched him in ways that made him groan and gasp, but it only made Lee the more nervous about what they were doing. A part of him thought that a moment like this was one that was meant to be special, or at least positively memorable.

At least everything was moving quickly. Getting the condom out of his wallet from his pants on the floor was the least of his issues when he was overthinking about where to put his hands, where he could touch her or if it was okay to kiss her. Not that he really wanted to, but at least it was something he could be doing other than thinking about something else other than sex. Which was very tempting even as he let Chloe guide his hands to touch her intimately, to feel her arousal beneath his fingertips.

Lee briefly wondered what this would felt like if he loved the woman he was doing this with. And if not loved, at least had a genuine attraction to. Because there was no amount of Chloe’s forwardness, the way she stroked him to the point he just gritted his teeth in pleasure, or her attempts to get him where she wanted that made him want her more. What he wanted was release, at least a better release that he couldn’t get from his own hand.

To think that that was what his thoughts had no resorted to was not a good sign, especially not when he was pushing inside her to Chloe’s strong and vocal encouragements. There was no denying that it felt amazing for that brief moment of initial pleasure, to have someone so tight around his length, but the reality became more obvious that his mind was elsewhere.

"Is...this alright?" Lee stuttered out, hips faltering slightly as her walls resisted against him slightly. He didn't know where to look or what to do so he stopped altogether. He didn't know if he was deep enough or even if she was satisfied.

“You need to move,” Chloe whispered into Lee’s ear, rocking her hips up against him as her form of encouragement. She couldn’t help but notice how nervous he seemed, but instead of thinking the worst of it she simply thought it was adorable. No one really wanted someone in bed who was cocky, and Lee seemed the opposite. He touched her gently, tucked her hair behind ear when it got in the way, and the way he moved was careful.

Lee hid his face in Chloe’s neck, slightly embarrassed by the entire thing as he did as he was told. He moved slowly, keeping up his pace but it just didn’t feel right. He felt uncomfortable and awkward, and totally not into this at all. Whatever that meant for him, he couldn’t care less right now, he just needed to get her to come and hopefully find release for himself while he was at it.  

“You feel so good,” Chloe breathed out, moaning louder and louder as Lee picked up the pace, getting the hang of the entire thing pretty quick. To have someone encourage him like this was a turn on, that he could admit, but not enough for him to want more of any of this. “Harder, please, Lee-“

Responding to her demands, Lee moved harder, knowing that in the back of his mind somewhere he had to be mindful of the fact that he had the serum, though maybe that was what the girls wanted from him. Someone who could give them harder and then some more. Chloe’s legs were wrapped around his waist, her body beneath his for him to enjoy.

Lee’s hips moved to a pace he was keeping track off, pushing deeper into her, taking his time with trying to figure this out. He was quieter than Chloe, panting out of exertion but no moans left his lips. Even if his body wanted release, his mind was fighting it on every level.

For a little bit longer, Lee took Chloe’s vocalness as encouragement and soon he felt her walls tighten around him in a way that took him by surprise. It wasn’t that he expected to know what it felt like for a woman to come around him, but it definitely didn’t feel the way he had imagined. She cried out loudly, probably putting on a show for whoever happened to be listening, rocking her hips down against his as her body was overtaken by pleasure.

Such a feat was not in sight for Lee. Lee knew he was nowhere near his own release so he figured there was only one way to get out of all of this and that was to fake it until he made it, so to speak. Putting on a deep groan in response to the way she tightened around him, he thrusted his hips hard down into hers and bit at her shoulder hoping she would get the hint. “Fuck,” he breathed out for added effect, slowing down the thrusts of his hips slowly.

“Did you come…?” Chloe moaned, running her fingers through his hair, clearly breathless by the whole experience. “That was amazing…”

He hadn’t, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Yeah…” Lee breathed out, running his fingers through his hair as he pulled out of her quickly. The awkwardness sprang back on him before he had time to think about it, though this time he was starting to panic.

Taking the condom off as quick as he could, he tossed it away in the bin and looked back to Chloe who seemed very pleased and satisfied with herself and Lee’s performance. He wished he could have said the same, but the entire experience only made him feel…things he couldn’t explain.

Lee didn’t know what to say by this point so he went to find his jeans and his shirt, slowly getting dressed to a point where he was presentable to the rest of the people at the party. “Uh…thanks, I guess,” he stuttered out, looking at Chloe who was just contently laying naked on the bed as she watched him.

“Anytime, Rogers,” Chloe quipped back, looking him up and down in a way that reminded him of a predator seeking their prey. The smirk on her swollen lips didn’t help much.

Once he was dressed, Lee slipped back outside into the crowd so he could get himself home. Whatever had just happened didn’t sit right. None of it felt right, not the way he had thought any of it would make him feel, and why that was the case was beyond him. He didn’t need to love someone to enjoy something as human as sex, but it was clear that hooking up really wasn’t his style nor did he want to repeat any of that anytime soon.