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spidernerdsblog · 4 years ago

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Hey dear💟 how are you? Can I ask for some mob!tom smut?? Like he's smoking a cigar at a boring wedding when he meets a mob!reader and after talking a bit things just happen and he takes her home for fucking all night?

Oh and ends in fluff??

Hi nonnie! I'm fine hope you are well too. Here's your request hope you like this.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

His Queen, Her King

Being the mob boss Tom had to be a part of various social gatherings, galas, parties etc but the most he dreaded were weddings. Especially when you're an eligible bachelor, people around you are constantly nagging you with the most evident question ‘when is your turn?’ There were several occasions where the leaders of other mobs had tried to set him up with their daughters to forge an alliance but he would turn them down every time because he never found them to be his match. He likes to be in control but that doesn’t mean he would settle for a mere puppet who would dress up pretty and do as told, he wanted someone powerful, fierce who would challenge his authority, a real queen to his vast empire.

It was one of his childhood friends' wedding day so he couldn't say no. The hall was buzzing with people as he was seated with a couple of his friends at a table drinking and laughing loudly talking about their busy lives and their businesses. One hour to the wedding reception and Tom was already bored he lit up a cigar and took a long puff from it watching everyone silently.

Just then you walk in through the doors in a long red silk dress hugging your body like a second skin with a thigh high slit paired with pointed stilettos making heads turn. Your hair styled into loose curls cascading down your shoulders complimenting your dewy makeup. Your wrists and ears sparkling with the most priceless authentic diamonds. Apart from being the maid of honor you are the only woman in the mob business who owns the biggest diamond business in the country.

People were obviously envious of your power though they never dare to say anything to your face but you have heard how people think you just got lucky with the business as the only daughter of your father, women have no place in the mob even to the extent of being slut shamed and being accused of sleeping with your rivals to run the business. You had simply shrugged it off and showed those people with a flourishing business and earning double profits than your father used to earn when he used to run the mob. You walk over to your best friend.

“Congratulations Jane, finally you’re a married woman now!” you give her a hug.

“Thanks Y/N it feels like a dream honestly” she chirps “but when are you…”

“Please you also don’t start” you both chuckled and continued gossiping.

“Man why are these receptions so dull and boring” Matt groaned “couldn’t they do it at a bar or strip club?”

“Yeah it would have been fun to watch your wife beat the shit out of you after you flirted with one of the strippers” Carl mocked to which everyone laughed out loud including Tom.

“Hey!!” Matt revolted in protest as all of them laughed again.

Your conversation was constantly getting disturbed with their constant brawls and loud laughter. Even the other guests had a frown on their face with the noise they were making.

“I apologize on behalf of my friends, they can sometimes be a little loud” Paul the groom said apologetically.

"It’s ok I know how to deal with guys like them. Let me handle it” You offer and stride your way to their table.

“Sorry to crash the fun boys but some of us are actually here to attend the reception not to hear your meaningless chatter” you jibe forcing a smile as the men turn their attention towards you. Tom puts down his cigar blowing out the smoke as he takes a quick glance of you.

“I'm sorry love, are we offending you?” he remarks with a smolder and the men around him hollered. The corner of your lips quirk into a sly smirk as you step closer to him drawing a finger along his jawline.

“It will take a lot more than this baby face to offend me” you taunt him back with a grin amusing everyone including Tom at your comeback.

“Oooh damn!” the men hollered again while you turned your back and strutted off to join your friends again. Tom just sat there completely blown away by your boldness. He had heard about you but now that he saw you he understood that you weren’t just a beautiful face after all who just got lucky in the mob business you were a complete badass. The very image of you radiates power and triumph.

His eyes seeked yours the whole time and then he found you finally all by yourself near the open bar drinking a glass of whisky. He approaches you as he clears his throat.

“Ahem, hey” you lift your eyes from the glass and then put it down on the counter smacking your lips.

“Here to apologise for being a jerk?” you quip.

“I thought we were even already” he remarks with a smug grin.

“Yeah maybe” you half shrug

“Tom Holland by the way” he reaches his hand out and you dismiss it by picking your glass again and taking a sip.

“I know who you are, the boss of the most powerful mob in London” you say nonchalantly

“Keeping tabs I see” he smirks as he signals the bartender to hand him a drink as well.

“It’s a risky business Holland you gotta keep records about your potential rivals” you state blandly.

“Absolutely, couldn’t agree more” he takes a sip wincing at the strong taste of the drink.

“So all alone? Bossman didn’t get any arm candy for the night?” you snicker.

“Only a queen fits beside a king like me darling and I haven’t found one yet , what about you?”

“Well I haven’t found my king either” you clink your glass to his as you both gulp down your drinks.

“You look ravishing in that dress I must say” he compliments with a suave in his voice.

“Thank you. You don’t look bad either” you flirt back as you bite the corner of your lip checking him dressed in an Armani suit the Rolex on his wrist glinting in the golden light of the chandeliers.

“I really admire you. Honestly it’s really hard and dangerous to run a business when you’re a woman” there was a different kind of sparkle in his eyes which you recognize very well.

“What can I say I just love playing with danger” you shrug with sass in your voice.

“You wanna get out of here? I’m sure nobody will miss us” he licks his lips eyes darkening with pure desire.

“Well what are we waiting for?” you smirk with a mischievous glint in your eyes both of you coming to a silent agreement.

The whole ride to his mansion was a blur as soon as you were inside he had you pinned up against the door as his lips met yours hungrily. His lips tasted of burnt cigar and whisky. He started leaving trails of kisses on your jaw and neck while his hand snaked down to your thighs through the slit of your dress unclasping the thigh holster from your leg as it dropped on the ground with a loud clatter. His hand moved further to your flimsy lace thong to feel your sex.

“So wet already, love? I haven't even touched you properly” you can hear the smirk in his voice. His hand goes to unzip your dress as he leans in for a kiss but you stop him placing two fingers on his lips slowly tracing them.

“Bedroom?” you ask breathing heavily.

“Upstairs left” he informs between shallow breaths.

You gave him a peck on his cheek and made your way up the stairs. Tom’s eyes never left you as he watched you slide the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders and dropping it off on the floor striding away in just your strapless bra and thong your heels clacking against the marble floor. Tom scoffed in amusement a toothy grin forming on his face . You were really something who was just driving him crazy.

The moment he walked in the bedroom he felt himself twitch inside his pants. There you were sitting in the middle at the edge of the bed slightly leaning on your palms with your legs crossed one above the other. You looked like a viscous siren slowly entrapping him with your charm and beauty.

“Nice bedroom” You gently smoothed the silk sheets with your hand.

“Glad you liked it” he said smiling.

“Are you just gonna stand over there?” You unclipped your bra and lazily dropped it on the floor putting on a show for him as you lifted a hand pointing a finger motioning him to come closer. A low groan escaped from his mouth at the sight of your exposed breasts as he strolled towards you unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off his body drinking in your almost naked form with lustful eyes. You subconsciously licked your lips marveling his taut muscles. He tilted your chin up as you gazed in his brown eyes with parted lips.

“God you’re gonna be the death of me” he mumbles in a husky voice.

“That was the plan all the time, I can then take over your mob” you giggle playfully.

“You minx” he knelt down to capture your red tinted lips passionately tongues clashing against each other as you ran your fingers across his abdomen, nails scraping his skin. He gently pushes you down on the mattress as you shift back in the middle of the bed. He spreads your legs to accommodate himself as he crawls up to be at level to your face pressing a soft kiss to your swollen lips. Goosebumps covered your skin as you felt his bulge brushing on your thighs. You tilted your head to the side as he took the opportunity to suck marks on the nape of your neck. One hand squeezing your ass the other palming your breast as he placed butterfly kisses all over your skin.

“So pretty” he mumbles, pressing kisses between the valley of your breasts,you shuddered when he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud.

“Oh” you gasped when he wrapped his mouth around your breast sucking the nipple between his teeth, kneading the other fingers pinching and tugging on it. After paying equal attention to the other one too before continuing his journey south. Your stomach flutters as his lips trail down your rib cage, navel the cold gold chain dangling down his neck feeling ticklish against your hot skin. He placed a soft kiss over your soaked panties and you felt that your body was set to fire as you gasped lightly chest heaving up and down. A smirk forms on his face as he moves to kiss your inner thighs ignoring the place where you needed him the most.

“Please” you let out a quiet whimper

“Please what darling?” he whispers with a husky voice.

“Touch me”

“I’m touching you love” he lightly chuckles, you whined in protest. “You gotta be more specific with your demands, love, what do you need?” he coos.

“I-I need you, your mouth” you breathed out.

“See that wasn’t so hard” he practically rips off your thong and throws the shredded fabric away letting out a low growl at the sight of your glistening cunt. He hooked his arms to your thighs, the rings on his fingers felt cold against your skin. He licks a long stripe up your folds sending jolts of pleasure up your body making you squirm in his hold.

“So sweet” he mumbles against your heat. You let out a soft gasp, your hands threading into his soft brown curls as he swirled his tongue through your folds.

You cry out when his tongue flicks your swollen clit giving his hair a harsh tug he groans into your heat. He continued to suck on your clit between his lips pushing a thick digit inside you. Your body arched bucking your hips into his mouth he had to place a hand on your lower stomach to keep you in place. He then adds another finger pumping it in and out of you his teeth grazing your sensitive bud soothing it after with his tongue immediately.

“Fuck!” You moaned feeling euphoric eyes fluttering shut as he devoured you. Your body tensed up when he added another finger to your heat, your one hand was pulling his hair painfully and the other squeezing your breast rolling your nipple between your fingers. He curled his fingers hitting your spot sending you over the edge.

“C’mon love, let it go want you to cum all over my fingers” he moaned into your heat the vibrations leading you to tumble down the edge as you came undone around his fingers. He helped you ride your high still sucking on your clit, your legs trembled as he lapped up all your juices. He pulled away after sometime his chin glistening with your arousal.

He got rid of his dress pants along with his boxers and then crawled over to you. You gazed into his warm brown eyes still in your post orgasmic haze as you pulled him down to capture his lips with an urgent need. You tasted yourself on his lips as he deepened the kiss grinding his hips into yours.

A soft gasp escaped your lips when you felt the tip of his member brushed against your entrance. He gripped his member giving it a few pumps before lining up against your core. You placed a hand flat on his stomach signalling him to stop. He knitted his brow in confusion when you flipped him over to be on top him sitting on the back of your knee straddling his waist.

“I wanna ride you” you whisper in a sultry voice and his lips curl up to a smirk.

“Then go ahead, darling” he shuffles back a little resting himself comfortably against the headboard. You brought your hand to your mouth and gave it lick before grabbing his member using it for lubrication, slowly pumping his length and lining it up to your weeping core. Your breath hitched when you felt his tip slide through your entrance stretching your walls in a nice way. You slowly sank down on his length feeling so full of him. You stayed like that, your walls warm and snug squeezing him like a vice. Tom groaned when you clenched around him.

“Oh god Y/N please move or I'm not gonna last for another minute” you leaned down to kiss him starting to move your hips slowly adjusting to his thick shaft.

“Shit” He hissed as you lifted yourself hand gripping on his thighs for leverage to go a little faster, the soft sound of your skin slapping against each other filled the room. Your stomach clenched as you paced up and down his cock, each time filling you up to the hilt. His hands held your hips, fingers digging in your skin groans rumbled in Tom’s throat as he clenched his jaw. He gazed at you with hooded eyes smitten by the way your back arches towards him and your tits bounce with every thrust.

You started to feel a little exhausted, a thin sheen of sweat lining your bodies as you slowed down your pace. Tom’s hands slid down to your ass, spreading your cheeks as he took control, thrusting up into you. You jolted forward moaning out loud, grasping on to his shoulders tightly for support.

“Just because you're on the top don't think you're in control darling” he says cheekily you let out a light chuckle at his comment before whimpering when his cock hit your sweet spot.

He lifted his knees, planting the heels of his feet into the mattress for leverage as he began to fuck you roughly. He grunted, feeling your walls clench around his cock with every thrust of his hips. You leaned down to kiss him sloppily he reciprocates by slipping his tongue into your mouth swirling it inside your mouth. You moaned into the kiss as you felt a tight knot build inside your stomach.

“Tom” you moan breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut as your hands slide down his shoulder to his chest nails scratching his skin.

“Gonna cum again for me love?” Tom murmured against your lips as he spanked your ass lightly. You nodded your head vigorously starting to roll your hips desperately. He brought his thumb to your swollen clit and rubbed circles as the coil inside you snapped and you screamed out your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. Tom wasn’t too far either as he continued rutting his hips and soon he was spilling inside you.

“Fuck.” He moaned as his face screwed up in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowing as he emptied his seed into your tight pussy, not letting go of his grip on your body. You collapsed onto his chest panting both of you catching your breath, your walls still pulsating around his cock, deeply buried inside you. He caressed your back gently, your chest pressed to his, head resting over his heart as you listened to his steady heartbeat while your fingers fiddled with the chain around his neck. He took your hand and kissed on your knuckles gently brushing his thumb over them lovingly.

“I really like you” he finally spoke out

“What?” you frowned, still a bit dizzy.

“I think I have fallen in love with you Y/N” he confesses softly as you straighten yourself to look him in the eyes.

“Are you asking me out when you are literally balls deep inside me?” you snicker raising your eyebrows.

“I’m serious Y/N” he cradles your face with both of his hands “the moment I saw you I knew you are the one I have been waiting for all my life. A strong, independent and fearless woman who doesn’t need anyone, you are a hell of a queen, Y/N. I want this queen to be only mine, together we can rule the world love. I don’t want this to be a one night thing I want to make love to you every night, kiss every inch of your body and appreciate you, adore you” he rants

“The last part sounded a little creepy though” you chuckled “Well I do like you too my king let’s just take things slow and see where it goes maybe?”

“Sure my queen” he smiles as you kiss him softly.

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heliads · 4 years ago

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Are You Happy With Him?

Y/N is a Med-Jack in the Glade, who happens to be dating Gally. Newt happens to be completely in love with her, but he may have more of a chance with her than he’d first thought.

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The night is dark, the air is cool. Sparks dance away from the fire, and the Gladers mill about watching Gally pummel whatever boy had the misfortune to step into the circle with him, all the while pretending they can’t see the looming walls of the Maze rising up around them. Thomas is seated on the ground a distance away from everyone else, back leaned up against a fallen tree trunk while he listens to Newt explain everything there is to know about the Glade and the Maze and whatever else Thomas asks him.

The sound of footsteps draws close, and seconds later another boy swings into a seat next to the two of them. Newt grins to see his friend. “Thomas, this is Minho. Think you’ve seen him around before, he’s a Runner.” Minho waves a greeting to Thomas, then glances back in the same direction as the two boys. “Newt talking you through life here in the Glade?”

Thomas nods. Minho keeps glancing around the campfire, then chuckles slightly when his eyes fall on the lone girl standing among the other Gladers. “Newt mentioned her yet?” Newt groans, but Thomas shakes his head. “No, not once. Who is she?” Minho adjusts his position so he’s facing Thomas, holding up his hands as if the runner’s about to deliver a key piece of information.

“That right there is Y/N. She’s a Med-Jack, although we all call her a Med-Jane because we’re a bunch of shanks who like to mess with our friends. The reason she’s so important is because Newt here is head over heels for her.” Newt rolls his eyes. “That’s not true, Minho, and you know that. Besides, it doesn’t matter how any one of us feel about her, because she’s seeing Gally. End of story.”

Minho groans. “Come on, Newt, there’s not a single person here who’d believe that klunk. Newt’s obsessed with her, but to be fair, we all kind of are. Anyways, the point is she’s one of the best Med-Jacks here, but you wouldn’t know it because Gally gives us a death stare whenever we talk about her for more than thirty seconds.”

Thomas looks up to see Y/N approaching the three boys. She jerks her head at them, and Newt and Minho move over so she can sit down. “I heard my name being mentioned. You telling the Greenie about how I’m the best person in the Glade by far?” Minho laughs. “We were saying that if he ever breaks an arm he should go to Clint instead.” Y/N lunges over to hit Minho on the shoulder, and the friends break into laughter.

Newt reaches behind him to grab a glass full of a frothy (and somehow dirty) amber liquid, taking a sip to Y/N’s disgust. She makes a face at him. “Honestly, I don’t know how you stand that stuff. It’s foul.” Newt grins at her. “Your own boyfriend makes it, I feel like you should at least pretend to stomach it like the rest of us.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “Not even our relationship can make me want to look at that poison.”

She sighs suddenly, eyes travelling across the campfire to where Gally’s pummeling yet another Glader into submission. “And it wouldn’t be the only habit of Gally’s that I disagree with.” Minho nods slowly. “It’s the Med-Jane impulse. Stops you every time.” Y/N gives him a look dripping with outrage, and she and the boys dissolve into laughter.

After a while, limbs get stiff and the four stand up to take a tour around the campfire. Newt points out the different groups of Gladers, and they’re doing fine until Gally ‘accidentally’ shoves a stumbling opponent into Thomas’ back, causing him to lose his balance. Thomas dusts himself off, but looks up when Gally approaches him. “What do you say, Greenie? Want to see what you’re made of?”

Thomas stares at him, uncomprehending, but Y/N makes a quiet sound of annoyance. “Come on, Gally. It’s the guy’s first day here. Give him a break.” Gally ignores her, speaking even louder to Thomas to explain the rules of the fight. Newt drifts over, gently pulling Y/N away from the ring. “Let Thomas have a go. Gally probably won’t rough him up that much.”

They step aside, hanging on the outskirts of the group. Y/N winces as Gally shoves Thomas face-first into the dirt. “It’s barbaric. Does he really have to do this?” Newt stares at the ongoing fight, at Gally clearly reveling in the chance to rough up another Glader, then looks back at Y/N. “Are you happy with him?”

Y/N turns to him, a look almost like outrage on her face. “Of course I am, why would you ask me that? Maybe he has a few habits that aren’t my favorite, but he’s still one of the best guys in the Glade.” Newt shakes his head. “I’m not talking about Gally’s necessity as a Glader. I’m talking about how he makes you feel. Are you happy with him, Y/N? Actually happy?”

Y/N opens her mouth to speak, then closes it again. “I should be able to answer that.” She’s silent for a moment or two longer. “I don’t know.” She stares back at the fight, flinching slightly when Gally’s fist crosses Thomas’ face as if she’s already mentally figuring out how much time she’ll have to spend in the Med-Jack hut trying to put the Greenie back together.

“I don’t think I am. I don’t think anybody’s asked me that in a very long time, and I haven’t thought about it in even longer.” Y/N tilts her head down, sighing quietly. Newt glances back at her, then carefully slides an arm around her. She leans her head against his shoulder.

The morning is bright, heat already pouring into the Glade. Newt is about to take his break for lunch, but he looks around and realizes he doesn’t see the one girl who should’ve been out to eat before him. He taps Zart on the shoulder. “You seen Y/N?” The Track-Hoe nods. “She had some argument with Gally, then headed out to the Deadheads for some peace and quiet. I don’t think she’s come back since.” Newt considers this. “I’m going to go get her, tell her it’s time for lunch. See you after the break’s over.”

The trees of the Deadheads sway slightly, offering some much-appreciated shade and cool despite the burning heat of the sun. Newt doesn’t have to walk far before he finds Y/N seated on a high-reaching tree branch, head leaned back against the rough bark. He climbs up after her, and they both pretend not to notice when his bad leg gives out, making him slip for just a second.

“Is there a reason you’re camped out in the middle of the forest?” Newt asks, and Y/N smiles ever so slightly. “I’m here to avoid Gally. I broke up with him and now he’s passive aggressively building things as if every hammer swing could kill.” Newt frowns. “At least he’s being passive.” Y/N laughs. “Focus on the aggressive. It’s mostly just aggressive.”

She sighs suddenly, looking up at the tree branches around her. The leaves seem to form a slight crown around her head. “I never thought I’d be the one to end things. Always thought he’d get tired of me and that would be that. I don’t feel any different than I did before. Maybe a little more free, like I can finally complain about things and not have to mince my words around him.”

Newt nods. “He’ll come around after a while. He’ll mess around and be bloody angry for a while, but then he’ll be back to our usual easily-bothered Gally.” Y/N smiles. “You do have a way with words. I feel better already.” Newt laughs at that, then jumps down from the tree, holding out his hand to help Y/N down. “You’ll feel even better when you have your lunch. Come on, I’m sure Frypan’s outdone himself, or at least he’ll pretend he has.”

The afternoon is late, and Y/N’s still working in the Med-Jack hut despite the fact that she should have left long ago. Gally finally warmed up to her again a couple of days ago, and he’s sent in a torrent of injured Builders to join the already large number of wounded Slicers that occupy the hut. She’s been busy all morning, and finally finished sending the last boy out with bandaged hands and a promise to stay out of trouble.

Y/N’s just doing the last checks to make sure her workstation is clear and ready for the next morning when she hears a soft knock on the door behind her. She turns to see Newt lingering by the door, and smiles. “You’d better not have cut yourself too. I don’t even want to have to look at a bandage ever again, or maybe just until tomorrow.”

Newt grins, padding into the room to come stand next to her. “No injuries here. We’re all good.” His focus shifts to the cabinet open above him, and Y/N’s failed attempts to reach the door to put a faded glass bottle of ointment back inside. “Here, I’ve got you.” He takes the bottle from her hand, reaching up over her head to slide it inside and shut the door. When he looks back down, he realizes that his slight movement had shifted him close to Y/N, and they stand only an inch or two apart. He stands there for just a second, then leans forward with the air of someone taking a leap of faith and kisses her.

His hands slip around her waist, and Y/N presses her palms against the small of his back. When he breaks away, her eyes are light, and happier than he’s seen in a while. “I’ve been wanting you to do that for a long time.” She says, and Newt finally allows himself a smile. “I’ve been wanting the same.”

When morning breaks, it brings with it fear and overwhelming terror. After the doors to the Maze didn’t close at nightfall, the resulting Griever attack had left the Glade weak and unprotected. Newt walks with Y/N to the opening of the Maze, and wraps a protective hand around hers as they watch Gally prepare to sacrifice Thomas and Teresa to the Grievers in the hopes of protecting the rest of the Gladers.

Teresa, already tied to a wooden pole, argues desperately that their deaths will do nothing to save the Glade. Gally grows angry and orders Thomas to be tied up as well, but Thomas fights back against his would-be captors. The second Thomas lashes out, Y/N drops Newt’s hand, and the two of them join Minho, Frypan, and a score of other supporters to turn the tide, forcing Gally back with weapons drawn.

Y/N remains silent as Thomas speaks to the rest of the Gladers, urging them to escape the Maze with him. More walk away from Gally to join Thomas and the others, but still more remain on the other side. Finally, when the last of the Gladers willing to leave stand by Thomas, Y/N steps forward. She speaks directly to Gally, her voice cracking slightly.

“Gally, please. Come with us. You won’t survive here if you stay.” Gally shakes his head just slightly. “Good luck with the Grievers.” Y/N looks at him, remembering all of the love she’d once had for him in that moment. “Don’t do this, Gally. Please.” But Gally turns and walks away, leaving Y/N standing there to watch him go. Newt stands silently beside her, and Y/N looks at him with pain before allowing him to wrap his arms comfortingly around her. “He made his choice. There’s nothing you can do.” She nods hesitantly, and they walk together into the Maze.

The journey through the Maze is fraught with peril, and Y/N watches with horror as friends she’d known for months died at the claws of the Grievers. Finally, amazingly, a small handful of Gladers make it through the Maze and into the broken rooms of WICKED. Y/N holds Newt’s hand as they walk through the rooms, broken glass crunching under their feet. They do not intend to let go.

There’s a voice from across the destruction, from one of the other rooms. The Gladers group together instinctively, Newt pulling Y/N close to his side. A figure steps out from the darkness, and Y/N’s breath catches in her throat when she recognizes the boy. “Gally?” Her voice echoes across the room and he nods ever so slightly. Newt steps in front of her protectively when he notices the gun in Gally’s hand.

Gally shakes his head quickly when he sees the boy move. “I’m not going to shoot her, Newt. That’s not why I’m here. I could never hurt her.” Y/N speaks in a calm voice. “Put down the gun, Gally. We can talk about this, about why you’re here.” Gally shakes his head again with even more fervor than before. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I have to do this.” He takes a shuddering gasp, and his eyes clear for just a second even as tears begin to pour down his cheeks.

“Are you happy with him?” Y/N nods slowly when she hears his question. “Yes. I am.” Gally forces something that looks almost like a smile, but with the overwhelming twist of his face from the tears it looks bent and broken instead of joyful. Gally redirects his attention to Thomas, who is asking him to put down the gun. Gally shakes his head, sobs still racking his body. “I belong to the Maze. We all do.”

It all seems to happen at once. Gally pulls the trigger, Minho moves in a blur of movement to throw a spear through Gally’s chest. Gally stumbles and falls to the ground. Y/N lets out this quiet scream, her breath rasping sharply against her throat. Newt covers her eyes with his hand, making sure that she can’t see the dead body of the boy she’d once loved.

It is then that Thomas sees the blood starting to spread from Chuck’s chest, then that he sees the way Chuck’s breathing falters and he starts to collapse to the ground. Thomas bends over him, frantic. “Y/N, Clint, somebody! He’s been- he’s been-” Thomas can’t finish the sentence. Y/N kneels next to him, ignoring the blood beginning to stain her hands, but at last she stands up again and shakes her head almost imperceptibly at Thomas.

Silent tears run down her cheeks as Thomas stares at her in mute incomprehension, then turns back to Chuck. Y/N buries her face in Newt’s shoulder, unable to watch as the young boy breathes his last in Thomas’ arms. When it comes time for them to leave, Thomas’ screams echo down the empty hallways. Newt takes Y/N’s hand, whispers in her ear. “There was nothing you could have done.” She looks at him sadly. “I know. And it hurts even more for it.”

The two of them head back down the halls together, hand in hand. She won’t leave him, not now. Not ever. He needs her as much as she needs him, as much as the sun needs the moon and the earth needs one more chance to heal. They do not intend to leave each other, never again. They do not know if they will have a choice about it, but it does not matter. They would follow each other to the ends of the earth to give themselves the chance to stay together.

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sgtjbbhasmyheart · 4 years ago

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Six (part 1)

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3293

Warnings: ANGST, bad language words

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Monday morning rolled around, and your good mood from the weekend followed you into the office. Spending all of Saturday and the majority of Sunday texting James had lent to this early morning cheerfulness. You couldn’t help the smile on your face. You had even managed to arrive before most of your team.

You hummed a sweet melody as you booted up your computer and organized a few files for Timmons to peruse. They were statements intended for the press needing his approval about a particular prominent CEO or A-list celebrity client. The firm was not confirming nor denying any knowledge of said client’s whereabouts the previous week or why there was photographic evidence of them coming out of FlashDancers NYC. Other files included those seeking rebranding approval for existing companies looking to revamp their image.

Most importantly, today was contract signing day for Stark Industries.

You had compiled the document from a generic template the company used for all its clients, manually plugging in Stark Industries’ information in the correct spots and changing or omitting any services rendered or not. E-signing contracts were not only environmentally responsible, but they also saved a lot of your time from printing out numerous copies of a single agreement.

All you needed now was Timmons’ go-ahead to email the contract, and Pepper Potts could plug in her Jane Hancock.

Seeing Timmons enter the workroom, tweed coat draped over his forearm and attaché in hand, you rose from the seat behind your desk. You shuffled into his office after him.

He hung his jacket from the coat rack in the corner near a bank of expansive windows and placed the small, leather case he’d been carrying on the sturdy oak desk. He pulled out a stack of papers and tapped the pile against the desktop to straighten them before setting them down. Looking up at you briefly, he tugged out his laptop next.

You positioned a mug of coffee on Timmons’ desk, turning the handle just so, making it easier for him to grab. You cleared your throat gently. He glanced up at you again.

“Here’s the media statements for today,” you said, handing him a group of manila folders. You smoothed down the hem of your cardigan, smiling at the reminder of Bucky. You wished there had been a way to apologize to him again. He had left your apartment with such a pained look on his face. Maybe you could ask Peter. “And the Stark contract pdf is ready to go. I can email it over to you for final approval.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Timmons replied absent-mindedly, lifting the organized piles on the desk as if looking for something.

“Oh, okay,” you returned, nodding your head diminutively. “Do you want me to forward the contract on to Ms. Potts, then?”

“Ah-ha!” Timmons exclaimed, plucking a pen from underneath a stack of envelopes. He twirled the writing implement in his hand and peered at you, finally taking in your presence for the first time that morning.

An uncomfortable feeling washed over you as he evaluated you from head to toe. What was he looking at? Your hands tensed into fists as you continued to wait for his answer, growing impatient.

“Should I go ahead and do that, then, sir?” you asked, folding your arms across your chest like a protective suit of armor to deflect prying eyes.

“Yes, yes. That should be acceptable,” Timmons answered.

It threw you off balance. What had gotten into him? Timmons always had to have the final say on everything. It was so unlike him!

“Just so we’re clear- I will be sending the Stark Industries contract via email to Pepper Potts to e-sign,” you said, seeking clarification. You wanted to dot all i’s and cross all t’s because you weren’t going to lay your ass on the line for a misunderstanding. Especially not with something as crucial as the Stark Industries account.

“What? No, there’s been a change of plans,” he corrected.

You stared at him dumbfounded. Was he purposely trying to give you mental whiplash?

“Change of plans,” you affirmed. “Has Stark Industries decided not to use the firm, sir?”

“Oh, no. They’re still going with us,” Timmons said, rearranging the clutter he’d made on his desk.

You dropped your arms to your sides, although inside, you felt like throwing them into the air in frustration. Why was he so vague? He was usually wholly transparent with you. “Would you mind explaining it to me, please?” you asked, borderline annoyed. “Last time I checked, Stark Industries’ contract signing was still on the calendar for today’s agenda.”

“And it still is,” Timmons acknowledged. “It’s moved to an in-person signing.”

Your stomach plunged to the floor. Shit! You hadn’t printed out the contract! When was the appointment? How much time did you have? So many questions flew through your head.

How could Timmons keep something like this from you? Your heart hammered in your chest. You practically wobbled on your feet. Were you going to be sick?

I’m going to get fucking fired over this, you thought, trying to steady your breathing.

��Will you be ready to go in twenty minutes?” Timmons questioned, sitting down in the comfy desk chair and opening his laptop.

“Go?” you squeaked, attempting to recall how much you had in savings. You shook your head, trying to understand his words. Was he already asking you to clear out your desk?

“Yes. The car will be here at nine,” he said, keyboard clacking as he typed something.

“Car?” you asked, finding great difficulty comprehending the situation. Your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

Timmons regarded you in bafflement. “Have you been drinking?”

“What? NO!” you declared. You didn’t need that added to “the inability to perform required tasks” as a reason for your firing. “I’m-I’m just really confused, sir.”

“About what?” Timmons asked, sitting back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap.

“Well…” you started. “What do we need a car for?”

His chocolate brown eyes shone with what you imagined might be excitement. “To drive upstate, of course.” He smirked as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desktop.

Upstate? What was upstate?

Timmons’ smile broadened as realization crept across your face. “Are we-”

“Yup!” he interrupted gleefully. He was like a child in a candy store. “We are headed to the Avengers Compound with a personal invitation from Tony Stark himself!”

You blinked several times at your boss, not entirely computing what he’d said. You were usually a lot quicker on the uptake than this. Why were you having such an off-day?

“We?” you asked, shaking your head clear of the cobwebs. Why on Earth would he bring you along?

“I need someone who knows the ins and outs of these contract signings,” he said, fiddling with his pen again.

Wasn’t that his job?

“I’m just the schmoozer- the people-person,” he admitted, shrugging. “You’re the real brains behind this whole operation.

You nodded your head in agreement. He wasn’t wrong. The office would collectively collapse without you, and it felt good to hear your actual boss say it out loud.

“You better not forget it, either. Especially when my job performance evaluation comes around,” you asserted.

Timmons swiftly saluted you as if he was the subordinate. You huffed a laugh at him while shaking your head with incredulity. You took a step or two toward the office door before looking over your shoulder at him.

Timmons had turned back to his laptop screen already and started typing again. “So, twenty minutes?” he asked with an air of levity.

You faltered, nearly tripping over your feet. “Wait? You were serious about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Timmons wondered, looking up hurriedly from his laptop.

“I need to print out the contract and make copies, for one thing,” you mentioned, almost accusatory. Maybe if he had warned you ahead of time, you wouldn’t be so defensive.

“Already taken care of,” he soothed.

“What do you mean it’s ‘already taken care of’?” you asked, raising your hands to make quotation marks with your fingers.

“I had one of the other grunts do it last night.”

You gaped at Timmons like a goldfish, mouth popping open and closed. Did you hear him correctly? Timmons did something to make your job easier? You could hug him right now! You felt like pinching yourself to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

Once you gathered your wits again, you glanced to your feet bashfully. “Oh,” you spoke, absently fingering the bottom button of your cardigan. “Thank you.” You smiled gratefully.

Timmons returned the smile with one of his own. “You’re welcome.”

“Nine o’clock, then,” you agreed, moving further toward the doorway.

“On the dot!”

Words couldn’t even begin to describe the Avengers Compound. You’d seen it on the news, sure, but that didn’t compare to seeing it in real life. It was grandiose, imposing. You felt dwarfed in size looking up to the high rooftop.

It was almost ostentatious in a way. Much like the man who designed it. Larger than life.

Tony Stark.

Tony had insisted he take you and Timmons around on the tour of the compound. You still hadn’t seen the need for a tour.

“When Tony Stark invites you to tour the Avengers compound, you don’t say no,” Timmons had said in the car-ride up when you questioned why it was necessary.

It was all superfluous, really. Like Tony was trying to woo the firm to sign them, not the other way around.

A headache was forming at the base of your skull as you waited in line at the reception desk to return your visitor security badge.

The tour of the facility seemed to have been drug out longer than it needed. Tony had appeared overeager to show off every little gadget or trinket. Or maybe he just liked to hear himself talk.

When Timmons excepted the lunch invitation after the tour was completed, you felt the urge to run down to the armory, grab a gun, and shoot yourself in the foot. You were kicking yourself for ever agreeing to come on this dumb tour.

As the line slowly dragged forward, the muffled noise of men’s voices caught your ear. It sounded like an argument. Your line of sight followed to where the altercation originated.

Standing twenty feet away was Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, clearly disagreeing.

Your breath stilled as you watched the two super soldiers quarrel in a near-stage-whisper. What could they be fighting about?

From your place in line, you saw Bucky shake his head adamantly, his chestnut hair swishing about his shoulders. He might have even stamped his foot like a child, but you were too preoccupied with the look of abject horror on his face. He turned away as if to flee, but his friend caught him by the shoulder to stop him.

Were you causing this reaction from him?

You looked to your right to see if there was possibly someone else. All you noticed, though, was an empty space. Had you hurt Bucky’s feelings that badly? Your stomach clenched. The last thing you wanted was to be on an Avengers’ shit-list.

Glancing back to the two men, you caught Steve gesturing Bucky forward with short sweeping motions of his hands. Bucky shook his head again, stubbornly.

Even at this distance, you could feel the frustration rolling off Captain America.

Like a sucker-punch to the gut, you suddenly became very aware you were eavesdropping on Captain America and his best friend.

Your cheeks heated instantaneously, embarrassed of your staring. You shouldn’t be spying on them, you admonished. No matter how much your curiosity is piqued.

It was none of your business.

You turned away from them, facing the reception desk again.

As hard as you tried not to pay attention, you could still see what looked like wild gesturing from the corner of your eye.

What if they started fighting? Shouldn’t you be conscious of your surroundings for your own safety? You fidgeted in your spot as you debated your moral compass.

Fuck it, you thought.

As you peered over to the two super soldiers, Steve shoved Bucky forward gently, causing the latter to trip over his booted feet. Bucky glared back at his friend, his hands clenching into fists. Steve shooed him further. You could barely make out the word “Go!” on his lips.

As if in slow motion, you eyed Bucky taking step after step toward you. Was he coming over here?

Once you realized what was happening, your heart plummeted to your knees as your head whipped around to the front of the line.

Bucky Barnes was definitely walking over to you.

Had he noticed you staring?

You tried to stabilize your heart rate with slow, easy breaths, but Bucky was beside you much sooner than you could imagine.

A waft of aftershave hit your nose- woodsy and deliciously masculine. Your stomach swooped.

God, he smelled good.

Without having to turn your head, you could feel his brawny mass hovering near you.

How do you play this?

Perplexed?

“Oh, my gosh! I had no idea you’d be here!” Of course, he wouldn’t believe that. This is where the Avengers lived. He’d probably think you were a stalker.

Apologetic?

“I’m so sorry Peter and I made fun of you! Will you ever forgive me?” Nah, too needy or clingy.

Or--

Before you could think of any other ways to portray the situation, you heard a large gush of air escape from Bucky. Was he nervous?

“Hey-hey, (Y/N),” he said, voice shaky.

You gazed to your left. Bucky looked as white as a ghost. Had his ego taken that big of a hit?

At that moment, you wanted to do nothing more than wrap him in your arms and tell him sorry, and everything would be okay. You couldn’t, of course. You didn’t know the guy. So you settled for the next best thing.

You smiled at him beatifically. “Hello, Mr. Barnes.”

Like a veil had been pulled, his demeanor changed instantly. He returned the smile. “Ja-” he started but scrunched his nose as if he’d made a mistake. “Please. Call me Bucky.”

“Okay, Bucky,” you replied.

Timmons turned around, ahead of you in line, and eyeballed you. You gave him a dismissive look, praying he wouldn’t butt in.

“So, you here visiting?” Bucky asked, observing the badge in your hand.

“Sorta. It’s a work thing,” you remarked, waving the plastic fob in the air. “Stark Industries has hired my firm as their PR representative. It was signing day.”

“Ah,” Bucky said, nodding in understanding.

“And I got the tour and lunch courtesy of Tony Stark,” you added.

“Oh, yeah?” Bucky’s eyebrows raised in interest. “What did you think?”

“Honestly?” You watched Bucky shake his head in agreement. “It was extremely overwhelming. How do you not get lost in this place?”

Bucky laughed. Crinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes, yet he looked so boyish. He was beautiful.

“When I first got here, I did several times,” he huffed. “Every hallway looks exactly the same!”

“Right?!” you exclaimed. “I kept thanking my lucky stars that I had a tour guide!”

Timmons rolled his eyes and pivoted, facing front.

“Steve had to draw me a map to help me find my living quarters after the third time,” Bucky confessed, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, no!” you empathized, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. “That must have been so embarrassing!”

“Bird brain caught wind of it and gave me shit for weeks,” he lamented.

You gave him a confused look, not understanding who or what he was referring to.

Realizing his mistake, Bucky corrected, “Sorry. Bird brain is Sam.”

“Because he’s Falcon?”

Bucky bobbed his head yes, looking a little sheepish.

“It’s clever,” you grinned. “I like it.”

Bucky reciprocated the smile, and your chest warmed. It was a feeling you usually felt while texting James. Light and airy.

Finally making it to the reception desk, you relinquished your security badge to the pretty blonde in the too-tight sweater set. She handed you a clipboard to initial and fill out your departure time.

While signing, you surveyed the blonde as Bucky stepped closer. Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and she bit down on her bottom lip. Was she giving him bedroom eyes?

A new kind of warmth flooded your body. It felt a lot like jealousy as it snaked its way up to your ribs and circled your collarbones, which was absurd because you had no claim to this man. You’d met him one other time. Why would you feel this way?

Shoving the clipboard back at the receptionist, you spun toward Bucky. He regarded her politely and nodded, “Ma’am.”

Her shoulders slumped, and a frown slithered onto her painted lips. Somehow you felt triumphant, but not sure why. Bucky hadn’t picked you over her.

Your heart thumped harder in your chest as you walked side by side with Bucky, nearing the exit. You were suddenly overcome with the feeling of apologizing. What had you told James if you ever saw Bucky again? Apologize profusely and ask him to coffee.

You smiled at Bucky once again as he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. The sound of a throat clearing resonated nearby. It wasn’t until you glanced up did you register Timmons standing so close. You had nearly forgotten about him.

Trying to gather your courage, you glimpsed between the two men. Bucky was squinting suspiciously at Timmons, and it made you chuckle lightly. “Easy tiger,” you assured. “That’s my boss, Roger Timmons.”

Bucky’s blue eyes widened a fraction, and he raised a hand in hello. “Sir.”

Timmons raised his chin in acknowledgment before looking down at his watch. You took it as his way of telling you to hurry up.

Okay, it’s now or never.

“Would you like to go to coffee with me?” Bucky blurted out, cheeks coloring pink.

Your eyes roamed across his handsome face. The boyishness was back, along with a touch of uncertainty. He was sweet, regardless of what the media claimed about him. Your lips curled up into a broad smile. “You read my mind,” you revealed, then winced. “That’s not one of your superpowers, is it?”

Bucky tittered. “No, no mind-reading.”

“Good,” you said, relieved.

“Whaddya say? Coffee?”

You dipped your head in a slow yes. “It’ll have to be after work, though.” You motioned over your shoulder with your thumb. “The slave driver over there is taking me back to the office to put me to work.”

Giggling, as you heard a scoff come from behind where you were standing, you reached into your purse and pulled out a pen and an old receipt. You quickly jotted down your work address. Handing it to Bucky, you began moving towards Timmons. “I get off at five,” you called. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.” You waved goodbye.

Bucky smirked. “Don’t work too hard!”

You flashed him one last smile before disappearing through the exit door.

You had a coffee date with Bucky Barnes!

You couldn’t believe it! The giddiness swelled inside you.

You gazed at Timmons’ profile as you walked to the waiting car parked at the curb. He had that look on his face.

It was a long drive back to the city. There was no way you could endure it if he started up now.

You gave a stern look before you stated, “Whatever you’re thinking, keep it to yourself.”

Timmons threw his hands up in mock surrender. “I wasn’t thinking anything.”

“Uh-huh,” you said dubiously. Timmons smiled smugly as you both climbed into the town car.

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ussgallifrey · 4 years ago

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Jealous

✦ Summary: The little green monster has a way of ruining a perfectly good night, and he is not talking about the Hulk. ✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader ✦ Warnings: Little bit of angst, jealousy ✦ Word Count: 2.4k ✦ Author's Note: This was written ages ago for a request that's now vanished from my ask box from an anon asking for a jealous Bucky.

It's there in the curl of your lashes and the hand that you bat against the Asgardian's arm - that's when the clenching sensation presses down on his throat. When he feels his fingers wrap a little tighter around the shot glass on the bar. The night long since gave way to the pleasant thrum of inebriation, but all Bucky can sense is the bitter taste in his mouth when he watches you laugh so freely across the room.

Another gloating tale of ancient glories, a genuine laugh, a flirtatious quip - Bucky's painfully present for it all.

He had been cowardly perched on this one bar stool for almost the entire evening, trying to find some liquid courage - though he couldn't get drunk, not even close, it was just a bit of a placebo to get the gears going. Meanwhile, you flitted between the others with a carefree ease and an intoxicating smile. Wrapped up in soft pinks and a striking flower in your hair.

Bucky glowers at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

He had watched the way you seemed to flow through the crowd, taking the time to join each circle of people. Laughing unabashedly with Clint and Tony, resting your head on Natalia's shoulder, letting Sam throw a too familiar arm over your shoulders and tug you closer. That one probably stung most of all.

Your laugh seems to rise above the music and the crowd - an arrow sent right towards him, alluringly sweet in its intensity. But it's not for his ears, not happening because of something he said. No, you're wrapped up in the blonde demigod's looming stature and chiseled everything.

Maybe he lingers too long on the shape of your body leaning against the other man's. The styling of your hair, the way your eyes never leave Thor's. And the way the Asgardian's eyes seem to dip below your eye level to wander freely along the lines of your body.

He struggles to swallow the darkness that threatens to rise - the itch in his throat that ices over his heart and makes his blood run cold. It's metallic and chilled and difficult to ignore and he hates himself all the more for letting it take over.

Thor's returning laugh is deep and rich, coated with the finer golds and riches of a royal lineage. Bucky has to steady himself with a hand on the bartop when the blonde ducks down to place a kiss to your cheek, a fitting smile on his face as he excuses himself from your presence.

It's hard to ignore the giddy rush of nerves that seems to creep up as your smile turns bashful, averting your gaze as you press a trepid finger against your cheek. And then you're turning and he's looking down at his drink - trying to ignore the sting and pangs of the little green monster.

"Mr. Barnes," you cheerily greet as you plop down on the neighboring barstool, a manicured hand placed just a breath away from his own much larger hand.

Pulling his gaze from the gemstones on the end of your nails, Bucky nods in acknowledgment. Not trusting his mouth for anything as his stomach still sloshes and slurs with the sourness of unwarranted jealousy.

That sweet perfume seems to mingle in the air between you, something floral and soft - warm and pink to match your dress and nails. Princess-like, something entirely untouchable and angelic.

"You've been… notably absent tonight," you pester, sipping from your nearly emptied neon-blue cocktail.

"Have I?" he lets his finger drag along the rim of the glass, catching a drop of condensation.

You hum with a nod, "Been missing you something fierce."

That gains his attention as he finally lifts his head up, trying to read your doe-eyed expression.

He turns a little more towards you, a knee daring to touch your own but not quite able to close the gap.

"That so?"

Another hum, followed by another sip. Gaze drawn low to watch the way your fingers wrap around the black straw, lazily gliding up and down as you give a coy smile his way.

There's a distant part of himself - the shadow of a man who used to look like him, but a little more clean-cut - that would know the right things to say. The sweet prose and flirt to get you turning his way, wrapping you around his finger, and never letting go. He'd sure like to get in contact with that version of Bucky Barnes right about now because he's feeling next to hopeless in your presence.

"This isn't really your vibe, is it?"

Vibe? Right, more slang and lingo that sometimes has him stumbling over his own feet and looking like a right fool in front of everyone else.

You seem to catch on to his internal dilemma because you're quick to clarify, "You're not big on parties."

No argument there. He rubs the back of his neck as he fails to avoid your gaze, "Yeah, uh, no. Definitely no."

There's a little cooing sound in return, a batting of long eyelashes as you swirl your tongue around the straw, taking a long final sip of your drink. He could get lost in the action alone, watching your lips pursed together to suck on the straw, cheeks hollowing out - it's hypnotizing and entirely dirty, but he just can't look away.

But then Thor's bellowing laugh carries far across the party to lodge itself directly into Bucky's ears. He can't help but grimace, staring down at the bar in favor of actually groaning his disdain.

But you catch on - of course you do. You follow the pitiful trail of jealousy right up to his seething face like a bloodhound. He must reek of it too because your sweet expression seems to fall in an instant.

"Do you," your fingers stroke along the tip of the straw. "Do you not like Thor?"

He balks at how easily you hit the nail on his head. "Wha - no. I - he's, I mean, I don't really even know the guy, you know?"

There's this look that settles on your face that says you're not buying a line of his bullshit.

"He's sweet."

Bucky taps his glass with an impatient finger. If he has to sit here and listen to you compliment Thor, he might just vomit. Oh, he'll sit and listen alright, but it doesn't mean he has to like it.

"I'm happy for him and Jane," you continue. "Says he plans to stay on Earth for a while, think he couldn't stay away from her any longer."

You're talking, but the words aren't registering the way they should be. It's just an infinite loop of you laughing and Thor kissing your cheek.

"They're a good fit for each other."

Of false images of Thor wrapping his arm around you, dipping you backwards, and kissing you senseless.

"You'd never think they would make a good couple, right? But they totally work in their own way."

How easily you'd be swept off your feet, probably picked up and made to wrap your legs around him. He was probably shirtless at this point because why wouldn't he be?

"Hey, are you - are you okay? Bucky? Did I say something or...?"

God, why was he so hung up on this? Why couldn't he just work out the nerve to just go up to you and ask you out? It wasn't that hard, right? Just a few words, his heart waiting on the side to be broken, his returning ego to be bruised.

It's not like he could compete with someone like Thor. The man was literally a God; a legendary being of Norse mythology and epics. Compared to… him. Him with the flashing neon sign above his head that read Fucked.

"Bucky?"

It was probably a fool's hope that you would've been interested in him. He was so many things this side of wrong. Not golden and wonderful like the man you had been laughing with for the past thirty minutes.

There's a hand on his.

Oh.

Slowly, he looks over at you.

You smile gently. Thumb carefully rubbing over his knuckle in a soothing motion, "You drifted away on me. I - I wasn't sure if…"

The words fade away with a cautious touch. He wants to turn his hand, lace his fingers with yours. It feels right in his mind, he wants it to be right.

A soft silence drapes itself over you both. Your hand remaining on his, fingers lazily rubbing circles over the top of his tense knuckles.

"You know," you say after a moment. "I think I'm ready to get out of here."

You watch his expression with a curious gaze before continuing, "Even I can get partied out, Barnes."

He doesn't want you to leave, enjoying this haven you've created in the corner of the bar with him. It's the lingering hope that burns in his chest that maybe he stands a chance with you. Maybe he can win you over if he ever gets the nerve.

But you don't move to leave, fingers coming to a sudden rest - a breath away from his skin.

"Are you out of here too?"

Is that a twinge of hopefulness in your voice? It's nearly hard to believe, but he latches on to it like a lifeline. Finding himself nodding fast and dumb as he says, "Yeah, yeah. I'm good here."

Your hand runs its way up and over his arm and shoulder, lingering above the collar of his leather jacket. Waiting, he realizes. Waiting for him to join you.

There's a surprising amount of nerves going haywire in his body because his legs seem unusually shaky as he stands from the bar. But you're there, batting those glittery eyes as you wait. Your body manages to press up against his side as you wade through the remaining partiers. Floral perfume wafts up from your exposed neck and he nearly buckles over.

"My lady!" Thor bellows in shock, a stupid grin upon his stupid face as he manages to untangle himself from the group.

He pauses in front of you both, baring Bucky not even the slightest glance.

"Surely you're not leaving so soon."

When did he grab your hands in his large godly ones? Why does Bucky's stomach feel like it's going to make him spew all over the floor now?

Your laugh is easy as you gently pull your hands back, "Even mere mortals like me know when to call it quits, Thor."

And it's only then that the god seems to take in the dark figure you're leaning on, mismatched eyes looking Bucky over with a sudden glint of realization. He backs away almost immediately, "Oh, of course! Another time, then."

It's only when you're walking again that the blonde throws him a playful wink, which makes Bucky feel all sorts of confused.

And the thing is, he's not even entirely sure where you're going and if you expect him to follow you there. He'd like to think that, but he can't be sure.

The warmth of the party gives way to the misting rain of the darkened city streets. Illuminated only by the neon signs and streetlights. Seeing the contrast to you, wrapped in soft pinks and gentle flowers, only makes Bucky feel all the more aware of his surroundings. But you seem to pay no mind to it whatsoever as you make your way down the sidewalk.

You're tucked against his right side, arm rubbing against the leather of his sleeve, your pink dress fluttering in the gentle breeze of the night. And when a car rushes by on the slick road, it'd be impossible to not notice the way you shiver. When you stop at the crosswalk, Bucky doesn't even think - pulling his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders.

There's a little gasping sound as you pull it tight around you and your eyes are absolutely shimmering in the street light when you look up at him. Bucky can actually feel the moment his heart swells.

"Thank you," it's said so softly, so sweetly. And you finish it by gently squeezing his hand.

He takes a chance, throwing his arm over your shoulder and tugging you close. The contented sigh that falls from your lips makes him know he made the right move.

You pass the walk in pleasant silence, occasionally bumping his hip with your own, a soft laugh when he looks down at you curiously. It doesn't take a genius to figure out where you're headed as the glowing tower comes into view.

You pause at the front entrance - the harsh lights from the lobby illuminate the space behind you, making you glow in the rainy night air. Bucky reluctantly pulls his hand away. Feeling lucky enough to have gotten to walk you home, but not enough to expect anything beyond this point.

But your drawn brows pull his attention as you grab his hand back, "And where do you think you're going?"

He huffs a laugh. Steeling his nerves as he sheepishly looks up at you, "Guess that depends."

You give a thoughtful nod before tugging him flush against you. He gasps, despite his best intentions.

Brushing his hand against your cheek, you give a pleasant little mewl. His heart thumps harshly in his chest as his eyes darken.

"You know," you murmur against his hand - your hands now resting on his hips - as you pause, pressing a kiss to his palm. "Jealousy isn't a good look on you."

Bucky groans softly, feeling the weight of the evening sinking lower in his chest.

"Especially," you continue. "When you could just have what you want."

Your mouth finds the underside of his chin, kissing lightly on his Adam's apple. Manicured nails find their way into his hair, scratching carefully against his scalp and neck. And then you pull back, dark eyes staring up at him with a smirk.

"That is, if you want it, Sergeant."

Soft hands smooth over his arms, down his sides, to his hips once more.

"Do you want it, Bucky?"

His mouth feels dry as he takes in your beautiful features. The way your dress curves your figure, the way his jacket seems to be perfectly made to fit your shoulders. The obvious thrum of passion coursing through him. And just one look into your eyes gives him all the reassurance he needs - there's no competition here, you only have eyes for him.

So, he settles his hands on your hips, fingers splayed out along your lower back.

"Yes," he says hoarsely. "I definitely want."

And then you're angling your head up to meet his lips as you walk the two of you backwards into the tower and out of the misting rain, into something decidedly warmer and better.

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yespolkadotkitty · 4 years ago

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Conference Room B

A little smutty fix-it for poor darling Marcus Pike, who really got shafted in The Mentalist. I wanted to give him a treat. Special thanks to @alldatalost for cheerleading.

Warning: shamelessly fluffy smut.

You stare at your computer screen, willing something to change, so you can leave already. You adore the team here, in many ways they’ve become your family, but you were meant to have been in DC with Marcus for eight days already - well, okay, so he wouldn’t have been there yet, but you could have slept in the sheets that smelled of him and started to organise your home together. Instead, a new murder case dropped and swallowed the lives of everyone. But you’re nearly there, you’re all so close you can taste it. Even Jane is antsy.

You miss Marcus. No, that doesn’t seem enough. You long for him. Marcus’ new job seemed to come with some hefty, dangerous undercover work, and while he’d been on the job, you hadn’t been able to video call, so for six weeks your relationship had been maintained via whispered voice calls and texts at random times.

Sometimes, late at night, you hadn’t seen his face for so long that you wondered if you’d made him up, inside your heart.

Agent Cho drops by your desk, tapping the corner to get your attention. “Agent Pike is in the building.”

Your pulse jumps. “Thanks. But-”

Cho just arches a brow and smiles.

Your heartbeat rockets as you stare at the lifts opposite the bank of desks you work in. What would he smell like, after this time apart? Why was he here now?

“What if I fuck it up?” you whisper to Cho. “What if he’s changed his mind?”

Kimble smiles at you, and his usual calm, stoic demeanour works its magic on your nerves. “If he’d changed his mind, would he be here?” He gives you a little nod, and then swaggers off, no doubt to impart his even-keel advice on someone else who needs it.

You spend a few fruitless moments trying to get back into work, and failing. Lisbon meets your gaze from her own computer and gives you a sympathetic smile. You guess they all know.

And then the elevator doors open and actually, nothing else matters when you see him.

His hair’s grown out, and it curls over his forehead, flicks up at his collar. It looks so soft; you want to sink your fingers into it. And his top lip and jaw are scruffy and the new, patchy beard really suits him. His posture is great as usual - he’s not arrogant, but he won’t apologise for being confident. He wears a suit well; always has, the lines cut sharp, his white shirt striped with grey, cut in half by the wine red tie.

He is a big, tall drink of water, and you want him more than your next breath. He scans the room and you stand up, and your eyes meet. His are that bottomless, dark chocolate brown, and his face lights up when he sees you, that big, goofy, no-holds-barred grin, and you make yourself calm down and try and remember you’re at work, rounding your desk and walking to him slowly across the carpet.

“Hey,” he says softly, and his voice is deep and sexy and everything you’ve ever wanted. Your hands itch with the urge to touch all that soft hair and his scruffy beard.

“Hey.” You search his gaze. He looks thrilled to see you, his expression soft and sweet and tender and unguarded, and your heart aches for all the nights you’ve missed him. “I love the beard.”

Marcus rubs a hand over it. “Thanks. It’s for the undercover thing. It ended last night, and - well. I know it’s sudden, but I had to see you.” He glances around the office, and you turn around to see Cho, Lisbon and the rest of the team quickly duck their heads, pretending to be super engrossed in other stuff.

“Wow,” you mutter. “We’re supposed to be good at subterfuge.”

Marcus chuckles, and takes your hand. Just that simple touch sends licks of want and need up your arm. “Is there… somewhere we can talk?”

Your stomach drops. Is he.. Ending things? “Sure.” You keep his fingers linked with yours, and lead him down the hall to a small, unoccupied conference room. You gesture and he precedes you in, dropping your hand, as you close and lock the door, and release the blinds, so you’re totally alone.

“Marcus, is everything-” your words get swallowed up as he’s on you in a heartbeat, kissing you like a man desperate for air after a lifetime underwater. His tongue traces your lips and you open eagerly, sliding your hands up his chest and into his newly grown hair, and it’s as soft as you imagined. He smells of his habitual black pepper and vanilla cologne and fresh coffee and clean soap, and it’s heady and you could breathe him in forever. He tugs you as close as possible, folding your body into his larger one, his hands running over your back like he’s re-learning you after over a month apart. You fist your hand in his hair hungrily, licking into his mouth. His moustache tickles your skin and it’s decadent and delicious, like a favourite cake with a new flavour added.

He releases you, making this low groan of need in his throat, and you think if he isn’t inside you in the next thirty seconds, you might die.

“Sorry,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Couldn’t do that to you out there. And I had to - I had to. Sometimes I’ve wanted you so much, I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me too,” you whisper, cupping his dear face, tracing your thumb along his scruffy jaw. He feels so good. “Is it wrong to get frisky on FBI property?”

Marcus winces. “Most definitely, but…” He pulls you close again, and you thrill to the evidence of his want for you pressing hot and heavy against your belly. “ Fuck, I want you. We’ll have to wait until you get home from work.”

“For what I really want, yes, but… not for everything.” You back him up against the door, kiss him breathless, drinking in his addictive taste, and slide one hand down to his fly, unzipping his suit pants.

“What are you-” Marcus asks, and then footsteps sound on the other side of the door.

You kiss his scruffy cheek and whisper into his ear; “You’ll have to be quiet. Anyone could come past.”

He swallows audibly but doesn’t say anything to the contrary. You nip at his earlobe as you use your other hand to play, too, sliding open the slit of his boxers and drawing him out, palming his length and soaking up the little growl in his throat that’s just barely audible.

“Oh my God , have I missed you,” you murmur, licking at the scruff on his jaw. “And you show up looking hotter than a Laredo night.”

Marcus’ hands clench on the small of your back as you continue to stroke and tease him. He’s steel in velvet, and your hands become slick as you begin to draw an orgasm up his spine, one eager touch at a time. When you pull back to look up into his face, he’s wrecked, pupils blown with lust, teeth sunk into his lower lip in an attempt not to make any sound.

He’s a fantasy wrapped in a Bureau-issue suit, everything you want in a tanned, voice-made-for-sex package - kind, smart, patient, soft, and he’s yours. “Marcus,” you murmur, your head full of love with him, and you slide down his body and take him in your mouth.

A strangled sound escapes his lips just as voices pass the door, and you hear him mutter “ Jesus fucking Christ,” as you start to lick him the way you’ve been fantasizing about for six weeks. One of his hands curls into your hair as you work him steadily close to a blinding climax. He’s slumped against the door now, desperately trying not to let his knees give in, as his hips move incrementally, exercising extreme restraint in not fucking your mouth.

You take him as deep as you can and he makes that sexy little growl again, and your name falls from his tongue, the syllables deep and gravelly, a warning, and you squeeze the hand he’s fisted at his hip, letting him know it’s okay.

A litany of curses barely reaches your ears as he comes like a freight train, his whole body tensing for a moment that seems to stretch to forever, and you drink down everything he gives you, afterwards gently tucking him back into his boxers and zipping his smart suit trousers.

Marcus rubs a hand over his face, and you see his wrist tremble. “Fuck. That was…. Probably not legal.”

You kiss a smile on to his sweet lips, hug him tight, and he pulls you into him, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Thank you,” he rasps, low and sweet in his perfect drawl. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve come in my hand in the last six weeks, wishing it was you.”

“About the same number of times I’ve imagined you in my bed,” you say, resting your forehead against his. “That’ll have to hold us until I finish for tonight. Do you still have your key? Wait for me at my place?”

Marcus pats his pocket, dark eyes shining. “I will.”

You take time to adjust your clothes before leaving the conference room. The coast is clear and you walk Marcus back to the elevators.

Jane passes with a cup of coffee in hand. “Glad you had time to come, Pike,” he says genially, and you follow Marcus into the elevator, and when the doors close, you laugh in each other’s arms until you’re weak.

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seasonsofeverlark · 4 years ago

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you & I (just meant to be)

Author: @rosegardeninwinter

Prompt: This silly, silly ditty was inspired by two (count ‘em! two!) lovely prompts which are as follows “Peeta can’t stop staring at Katniss in her costume :0” and “Everlark meeting at a fancy dress party dressed as a ‘matching’ pair, although they don’t each other - maybe a famous couple but who don’t need the other … Joker and Harley Quinn, Batman and Robin or my favorite: Anna and Elsa from Frozen … Peeta would make a wonderful Anna” - I thought these two went well together, and took a couple of creative liberties to make them jive. Hope you lovelies like! [submitted by @deardiaryithinkiamaghost and @wendywobbles]

Rating: T, for implied Everlark shenanigans

Author’s Note: Thank you to my dear @archersandsunsets for her second pair of eyes on this one and to all the lovely moderators and coordinators of @seasonsofeverlark, the true MVPs. It’s been a busy month, so I apologize for any incoherence. Sometimes, the heart just wants goofy modern AU fluff. Alrighty, Chatty Cathy is done … enjoy!

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“Katniss, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Prim exclaims, though it sounds pretty pathetic with her congested, pinked nose. “You make the perfect ice queen!”

“I don’t think that’s usually a compliment,” Katniss says dourly, plopping down on the couch where her sister is situated with several fuzzy blankets, a box of tissues, and a large bowl of ice cream. She can’t taste it very well, but it’s the spirit of the thing that counts. Prim is in denial.

“I wish I could go,” she whines, holding the “o” in a long, dramatic note.

“I wish I could stay,” Katniss shoots back, holding the “ay” just as long.

“No you don’t,” Prim shoos. “You love our friends.”

“I do,” Katniss sighs, plucking at the silver sequined sleeves of her—well, Prim’s—Elsa costume. It’s too long on Katniss, with her sister’s good half inch on her, but it’s all they’ve got. Her original plan was to pull the classic black top and pants plus cat ears, but when it became apparent Prim wasn’t budging from the couch this Halloween, the real snowy blonde princess of the family had insisted Katniss take her outfit.

“You can’t show up to Finnick’s in a slapdash, last second costume, Katniss,” she’d said. “The man lives for Halloween. Don’t insult his extravagance with plastic headbands and tails.”

“I do love our friends, but … I don’t want to go out tonight. I’m tired.”

“Just half an hour,” Prim says. “Snag me some candy, make some pleasantries” — “okay, Jane Bennet” — “and then come home. At least one of us needs to show up. Just pretend to have a social life for thirty minutes, okay? For me.”

Katniss rolls her eyes as she gets up from the couch in a twinkling of blue overlay and snowflake hair pins in her braid. She does a quick once over of her shadowy makeup in the hallway mirror as she grabs her car keys. “What do you want?”

“Chocolate. Anything with chocolate and peanut butter. I’ll save it for when I can experience taste again,” Prim calls back. “Oh, and if Delly’s cousin is there, all of the cupcakes he brought.”

“Mmkay. All the chocolate and cupcakes, coming right up,” Katniss says with a resigned smile. On her way out, she clicks on her phone. It’s just now eight. She resolves to be firmly ensconced in bed by nine at the latest. She gives her sister a wave, keys jangling. “I’ll be back. Soon.”

At ten thirty, Prim looks up from her Harry Potter induced doze to find she’s received a text from her sister.

Staying a little later. Fifteen minutes maybe. Have the treats.

Prim checks the time stamp. The text was sent forty five minutes ago. This might be cause for alarm were it not for the text underneath Katniss’s, from Finnick. It’s a photo, taken in front of a makeshift photo op with purple and silver and orange streamers in the background and cutesy little bat and pumpkin and vampire fang cardboard props for people to hold up. It’s captioned “You can’t marry a man you just met!”

Prim brings her hand to her mouth to catch a laugh before it turns into a cough. Her sister, Elsa costume sparkling in the flash, is pretending to shake her finger disapprovingly at her “Anna” counterpart. The laugh breaks free this time. Prim grabs for her tepid tea to soothe her throat as she cracks up over the really incredible image of Peeta Mellark, Delly Cartwright’s stocky older cousin, in a red braided wig, and strikingly accurate green rosemaled gown, sitting quite comfortably, if amusingly, over his athletic build. He’s pretending to gripe back at Katniss about why exactly he can marry Hans of the Southern Isles. Their mock scowls barely contain smiles.

Prim quickly fires a text back to Finnick: How??? Did that happen???

Finnick’s text comes through a second later: The Lord works in mysterious ways! Idk!

Okay but like?? Yes??

I know!!!!

Some people are worth melting for????

Her cold never bothered him anyway? *finger guns*

Omg.

Katniss arrives back at the house at five to midnight, and Prim pretends to be asleep, watching with one eye cracked half open as her sister unstraps her silver heels and dumps them by the front door, drops her keys into the bowl. Sets down a full bag of what Prim can only guess are cupcakes and sweets.

She’s humming under her breath. It sounds like the chorus of “Love is an Open Door.” Prim wonders if it’s possible that her folk and indie music loving sister actually listened to a Disney album on the way home. Katniss unbraids her hair and shakes it loose, dropping the pins on the side table as she sinks into the squashy chair kitty-corner to Prim’s couch. She curls up, knees to chest, making her look like some sort of ice mermaid as she takes out her phone and taps something on it, still humming. Prim watches her chew her cheek pensively, as if deciding to send the text. She takes a deep breath and taps one final time on the screen, then drums her phone nervously against her lips for a moment. Prim’s nerves are firing with anticipation.

They wait a silent minute. Two. Three. Three and a half —

Katniss’s screen lights up again and she flips the phone up to stare at the reply. Her whole face softens. Eyes, brow, edges of her mouth. Katniss bites her lip and closes her eyes, letting her head fall back onto the chair cushion with a contented sigh. “‘You know what’s crazy?’” she sing-songs in a mumble under her breath. “‘We finish each other’s sandwiches … I’ve never met someone who thinks so much like …” She yawns. “Me.”

“You know,” Prim says, and Katniss shrieks, sending her phone flying to the carpet, “Peeta Mellark strikes me more as a Kristoff than a Hans.”

“Prim!” Katniss yelps, going red. “Wha — what? What do you mean?”

“So we’re done with stupid plastic cat ears for Halloween then I take it?”

[the very next Halloween]

“Whoa. Okay.” Peeta sits up from the pile of cushions at the head of their bed, eyes wide and staring in approval, pupils gone dark. “Katniss Everdeen in cat ears is not something I knew I needed until this moment.”

“Oh sure,” Katniss laughs. “Because it’s definitely the cat ears that are doing it for you. Not these.” She hoists one stockinged leg up onto the bed like a mountain climber posing for a magazine.

“Well, those are certainly part of the appeal,” he teases, reaching for her leg, running his hands up and down the silk tights. “As is this lovely number.” He toys with the hem of her dress, a strapless black velvet thing that falls just above her knee. “Where’s this from?”

“Jo,” Katniss sighs. “She says if I’m going to be a cat, I need to be a Gretchen Wieners level cat.”

“For whose benefit, I wonder?” Peeta muses, cheek nuzzling gently at her lower thigh.

“You wonder?” Katniss laughs, taking her leg away and flopping onto the bed. She glances over at him, eyes sly and somehow soft at once. “I don’t.”

“I can’t help thinking,” he muses. “that this is something of a counterproductive plan on Jo’s part. Because now, I have a sudden and distinct interest in staying in tonight.”

“Oh?” Katniss raises a come hither eyebrow and pushes up on her elbows to accept the kiss he plants on her lips as he crawls over her, urging her back to the headboard. “Is it the cat ears?” She reaches up to give the (already molting) plastic and faux fur ears a flick.

“The Kat ears,” he says. He nips softly at her real ear and she shivers. “The Kat nose.” He kisses that too. His nose nudges her head back, inclining her neck at the perfect angle for him to plant a stretch of kisses down it. “The Kat neck.” His mouth wanders down the front of her dress and he scoots down the bed with it. “The Kat’s cradle.”

“You have that,” she says, hiking her legs up to hug around his middle because her arms can’t reach to hold him. “You’ll always have that.”

“A piece of that Kit Kat bar.” He kisses her stomach. “The whole Kit and Caboodle,” he teases and she laughs loudly, but on a dime his tone is changing, from silly and playful into husky and dangerous, as he moves lower. “Kitten,” he murmurs and her fingers curl in the bedsheets at the name. “Grab my phone,” he tells her, hooking his fingers around the band of her tights, “Tell Finnick we’re going to be late.”

An hour or so later finds the cat ears lost somewhere among the remains of their costumes and a hasty snack of pepperoni rolls cooking in the convection oven. Peeta, festooned in boxers and an old apron, presides over the food like it needs a baker’s supervision. Katniss perches on the counter, wrapped chest to toes in the white sheet she pulled from their bed, feet batting absently at the cabinets.

“This is a good look too,” he tells her, gesturing with the salad tongs he’s using to handle the pepperoni rolls.

“What is? This sheet?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of sexy ghost.”

“Or sexy Roman senator,” she laughs, tossing one edge of the sheet over a bare shoulder. “Sexy Julius Caesar.”

“You’d make a good Julius Caesar,” he says.

“Why?”

“You’ve got that “came, saw, conquered” vibe. Least that’s how I felt that night at Finnick’s party.”

“Conquered?”

“I was gonna say seen, but — yes. Conquered too. I couldn’t stop looking at you.” He snaps his fingers. “Sexy ice queen? Definitely.”

“I’m not exactly sure what kind of Freudian analysis one could make on falling in love with the guy dressed as your fictional sister but — ”

Peeta shrugs as the timer beeps, and he sets to fishing the pepperoni rolls onto a plate for them to share. “I choose to think of it as a metaphor for how the two people you love most in the world are your real, actual sister …” He sets the rolls beside her on the counter and sets his hands gently on her sides. She lets the sheet fall and pool slightly around her waist to cup his face as he leans in to kiss her forehead, very gently, thumbs rubbing circles on her hips. “And some loser who has the luck of … oh, I guess having the same first initial and hair color as she does,” he jokes.

“And the same beautiful heart,” Katniss corrects in a whisper. “I mean that.” She’s rarely so sentimental to anyone except him. She smirks. “And I haven’t even started drinking yet.”

“Well, my pretty kitty,” he starts, wrapping both his arms around her middle and hoisting her off the counter. She rolls her eyes, even as her hands card through his hair. “The night is still young.”

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harryspet · 5 years ago

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little doe [3] peter parker

[WARNINGS] peter parker x named oc, doe is being the cute omega she is, oral sex, A/B/O dynamic, angst, soulmate au

A/N: I finally found the way I would describe this relationship and have decided that Doe is Tarzan and Peter is Jane :)

In which Doe is nesting and Peter is still trying to resist his feelings.

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Peter was nervous to say the least. He was worried the Doctor somehow would know what he had done. If he knew … what was going to happen yesterday evening then he never would’ve called Pepper. He did the right thing in calling her, Peter thought, but why did he feel so guilty?

He explained to the Doctor what happened the day before minus the part where he gave Doe an orgasm. Doe was still fast asleep in her bed and Peter hadn’t touched her since he carried her there, no matter how badly he wanted.

Peter felt a pang of something as the older man touched her forehead. Jealousy? “She’s still warm but I don't think she has a fever anymore. Whatever happened yesterday, must’ve been a rare case.”

“So she’s okay?” Peter asked. Deep down, he wanted nothing to be wrong so he didn’t have to send Doe back to the labs. Yesterday was stressful but he felt it might be more painful to not have her around.

“The problem with not knowing where she’s from is I have no background information on her kind. I can only treat her as a human with special abilities. We don’t even know the extent of her abilities. She’ll probably sleep for a few more hours and you can call and give an update once she’s awake.”

Peter nodded, a bit relieved. The Doctor began packing his medical bag, “I’ll show you the way out.”

Peter started to feel a bit anxious after the Doctor left so he decided to go out on a swing. Whenever he was prowling the neighborhood, he always found someone in need of his help. Knowing he could do something to help someone always made him feel better.

As Peter landed on his balcony, he let out a tired breath, removing his mask as he stepped into his living room. He had just saved someone from a carjacking, helped someone's grandma carry groceries up the stairs, and finally found the guy who’s been vandalizing those art statues.

Not bothering to change yet, Peter walked to Doe’s room to check on her. When he didn’t find her in her own bed, he completely panicked. He called her name, searching all around the room before he heard a quiet voice.

“Peter?” He turned around and there she was.

“Jesus, how do you do that?” His senses were supposed to be elite yet she could sneak around him. Peter sighed, his heart beating fast. That’s when he noticed that she was wearing his shirt. It was a dark grey one that said ‘The name’s bond. Ionic bond’ and she had her bunny rabbit hanging at her side.

Peter’s eyes narrowed at her, confused. She looked … different. This was the first time Peter saw her actually look tired. He blamed it on the sedative, “I see you’ve found my shirt collection,” Doe was quiet as she looked over Peter’s suit, her small feet padding across the carpet as she approached him, “What’s wrong, Doe?”

He didn’t understand why the first thing she did when she woke up was going to his room and dig out one of his shirts.

She simply wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her head on his chest. He brushed her hair with his fingers, letting her find whatever comfort she wished from him.

Peter had never had to care for someone like this. He had saved the world but he had never been needed in this way.

For the rest of the day, Doe wasn’t very talkative and she refused all the food Peter tried to give her. As he made himself breakfast, she watched from the corner of his eyes as she moved around the living room. She was piling pillows and cushions in the center of the room, her eyes glancing over to the TV every once and awhile. Tangled was her chosen movie today and he was sure he’d watch that at least ten times today.

As Peter walked into the living room with his cup of coffee, he noticed that Doe had disappeared once again. Before he could call for her, she walked into the room carrying a huge stack of his clothes. She threw them onto her pile of pillows and cushions, “You know those aren’t blankets, right?” She went behind him, pushing him forward and encouraging him to sit down.

Peter noticed how she not only had decorated the pallet with his t-shirts but randoms items she had found around the house. He was just the cherry on top. It seemed like organized chaos and she practically growled if he moved anything. He sat beside her as she watched the movie.

Though Peter was a bit confused, he went along with it. It could be because of whatever happened yesterday or a reaction to the suppressants she was on. Whatever made her happy right now, he would do.

As night approached, Peter tried to get Doe to eat something again, “Please eat, Doe,” Peter tried again and the girl frowned, “You’re making Peter sad. And very worried.”

She refused again, only wanting to watch Tangle again.

Peter sighed, defeated.

For the first time in the past few hours, Doe finally spoke, “Peter?” She tapped his shoulder. He was laying down, thinking about what the hell he was going to do when MJ finally showed up. Peter sat up on his elbows and watched her point to the TV, “Why?”

It was the sad moment at the end of the movie where Rapunzel thinks Flynn is dead but her magical tear ends up saving his life. As she realized he was alive, she hugged him and pulled him in for a kiss, “Why do they kiss?” Peter tried to get her to elaborate.

“Kiss?” She pushed her two pointer fingers together.

Peter’s face reddened as he nodded, “Well ..” He cleared his throat awkwardly, “People kiss when they like each other.”

Her eyes were focused on his and for a moment, his eyes wandered to her lips, “Peter not like Doe?”

“Of course I like you, Doe,” Peter said quickly but he wasn’t sure how to explain this, “It’s a different kind of like.”

“Different kind of like?” She repeated and it always amazed him how quickly she learned and pronounced the words, “Doe different kind of like Peter. Peter not different kind of like Doe.”

Peter had girls tell him they were interested in him before. He always rejected people because he thought they only liked him because he was Spiderman. This was different.

“I-” He was at a loss for words and, as his eyes wandered down to her lips again, he was caught off guard when she leaned into him.

Her lips gently pressed into his and Peter’s heart exploded. There wasn’t any movement and Doe quickly pulled away, “Peter like?” Peter held her neck and pulled her in again. He answered with his actions. He moved his lips against hers, hoping she would follow his movement, and she did.

Doe touched his chest and just the feeling her touch had Peter wanting more. Peter wanted what he couldn’t have. What he shouldn’t have. It wasn’t fair how pure she was, who was he to corrupt that? Was it bad that he wanted to?

Peter was the one to pull away, wincing as he realized what he had done, “Peter … I-I,” It was the first time she had spoken in something other than third person, “I different kind of like Peter.”

“Why, Doe?” Peter asked this time.

She pressed a hand over his heart and then pressed a hand against her own chest, “Mine. Peter.. mine.”

Maybe in her world, the heart was a symbol too.

He let her sleep in his bed that night.

Peter woke to Doe sweating against him. Disoriented, Peter turned on the lamp by his nightstand. She was writhing in her sleep, her eyes closed, and Peter realized it was happening again. He touched her and he felt the fire beneath her skin. He didn’t understand how she was sleeping, “Doe,” He tried to shake her shoulders but she only turned her head as if she was trying to get away from the monster in her nightmare.

Peter placed a cautious hand on her waist, his shirt now resting above her navel, and he could fully see her panties. She moaned when he touched her but her eyes were still closed, “Peter,” She whimpered in her sleep, and Peter wanted badly to save her from her nightmare.

Like she did to him the day before, he kissed her neck, leaving lovebites along her skin. She moaned louder, now starting to move against his touch, as he touched her more.

He knew what relieved her heat last time and Peter thought, since she was sleeping, she might not remember what he was about to do. He reached into her panties, touching her as he did before, rubbing circles over her sensitive area.

He was going to take care of her.

He moved over her body, kissing her neck and then moved down to her stomach. She was already soaking wet and Peter wanted nothing more to taste her. He removed her panties, dragging them down her legs, as she continued to whimper his name.

He loved being needed like this. Like she might explode if she didn’t have him.

He set himself between her legs, holding her thighs tightly, as he dipped his tongue between her folds, “Please, please, please,” She moaned something in a foreign language, her hips grinding into him because she was starved for more friction.

She tasted amazing and her moaning only encouraged him further. He used his group on her thighs to hold her in place as he worked his magic. He lapped at her folds, paying special attention to her bulb.

Peter imagined being inside of her, taking her innocence, and having her all to himself for the rest of their lives.

He licked up and then rubbed circles with his tongue until she went over the edge, “Peter!” She climaxed but Peter didn’t stop. He wanted more, at least one more before he could be satisfied. She was writing now, not because of the heat, but because of the overstimulation.

He thought he heard her curse in her native language.

When she met her second climax, Peter kissed the insides of her thighs, deciding she deserved some rest. As he moved from between her legs, he noticed her eyes were open now. She looked at Peter with a tired smile before she completely passed out.

“Goodnight, my little Doe.”

Peter realized he’d have to take care of the situation growing in his pants on his own.

Peter didn’t panic when he woke up in the morning and Doe wasn’t in bed. Doe’s heat had taken all the energy out of him and he woke up groggily. He figured Doe was building another one of those nests again as he walked out of his room that morning.

“Peter!” Peter winced at the loud sound this early in the morning. He walked into the kitchen to find her.

“Doe-” And then he saw MJ sitting at the head of the kitchen table. Doe was standing beside her, in another one of his t-shirts that said: “I found this humorous” and had a bone printed on it.

“Good morning, Peter,” MJ smiled, looking over Peter’s shirtless body, with a raised eyebrow. “Nice of you to join us, Parker. We’re having a tea party … with Mr. Thumper,” MJ sipped at her empty cup as she gestured to the stuffed bunny sitting in the seat beside her.

Doe walked over to him, a large smile on her face, and Peter realized the girl wasn’t wearing any pants. He wasn’t sure if she was even wearing underwear, “Sit, sit!” She told Peter, grabbing his hand as she led him to the seat opposite Mr. Thumper.

This did not look good.

MJ narrowed her eyes at him as Doe set down a mug and started to pour him some fake tea.

Peter sipped at his fake tea as Doe moved over to MJ, bending down to whisper something into her ear. MJ only laughed at what was said.

Peter’s eyes widened. Had they developed some lifelong friendship while he was sleeping, “What did she say?” Peter asked MJ and then looked to Doe, “What did you say, Doe?”

Doe only giggled, hurrying out of the room, “MJ? She’s keeping secrets from me? In my own apartment!”

“Calm down, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Peter winced, knowing what MJ was hinting at, “She thinks you have a crush on her, isn’t that weird?”

Peter was silent, his lips pressed into a thin line frustration, “She’s very imaginative. As you can see,” Peter gestured to the table.

“Sure,” MJ smirked, “I just hope you’re ready to raise an alien baby.”

Doe came back with stale Oreos she most likely dug from the depths of his cabinets. She sat by Mr. Thumper, trying to feed him. Peter leaned against the table, his hands folded, “Doe, are you going to have something to eat today?”

She looked at MJ and Peter’s eyes widened even more, “I think you should eat, girl. Or else Peter’s going to-” MJ pointed at Peter before pretending her head was exploding.

Doe giggled and, as much as Peter loved the sound, he was jealous. Doe looked at Peter and nodded, “Eat, please.”

Peter scowled at MJ before getting up from the table. He returned with coffee and toast, figuring he should reward Doe for giving it a try, “Good morning!” Doe exclaimed as she bit into her toast.

“That means she’s excited,” Peter explained.

MJ smiled, “I figured.”

As Peter returned to his seat, he said, “I would offer you something MJ but I really hate that you’re here right now,” Peter faked a smile.

MJ returned the smile, giving Peter an obscene gesture.

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The Most Wonderful Time of The Year

(In which Cathy struggles with Christmas. Or, in which I project all of my feelings about Christmas onto various queens.)

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9.00am, Christmas Eve.

Cathy rolled onto her side and pulled the duvet up over her head. Maybe if she just lay really still, they’d forget her and-

“Merry Almost-Christmas Cathy!”

Damn.

She mumbled something that could be construed as a vaguely cheerful greeting and buried her head in her pillow.

Christmas Eve morning, and she was already wishing it was over.

She hadn’t hated Christmas in her first life- in fact, she’d rather enjoyed the break in routine. Some of the traditions- the yule log, watching the mummers, the wassail cup- reminded her pleasantly of childhood and other, more court based traditions- the boars head, the bear baiting, the elaborate feasting and revelry- were, if not always fun, a welcome distraction.

The prospect of experiencing Christmas in the 21st century though felt somehow less of a pleasure and more of a cruel reminder of happier times past, and, increasingly, like an obligation, a test which she was sure to fail.

(“Looking forward to Christmas? Only a week to go!”)

Had it always been like this? It was harder to remember, but she was sure that Christmas in her first life hadn’t been so relentlessly cheery. There had been a holiday mood, of course, there had been a general sense of goodwill and of course the expectation that one would enter into any amusement going….but she was sure that the insidious pressure to exist in a near-constant state of happiness and warmth and merriment was but another cursed 21st century invention.

(“It’s the most wonderful time of the year! It’s...well, it’s just magical!”)

Back in her youth, one was expected to enter into the spirit of things, of course….but the heavy religious element on the holiday had at least added a welcome breath of sobriety to the proceedings, and there was, of course, always the opportunity to takes oneself off to the quietness of the chapel or to ones prayer closet for a moment of peace, with the excuse of being overcome by religious fervour on the holiest of days.

(“Such a happy time- the build up is so exciting!”)

Now though… She was sure it wasn’t intentional, but she’d definitely got the impression that wanting, let alone needing a break from the festivities marked one out as a decidedly unpleasant and miserly person.

(“How can you not be excited? It’s Christmas! Don’t be such a grinch!”)

“Cathy? Are you awake?”

Cathay fought the urge to pretend to still be sleeping. She wished she hadn’t answered Anna.

“I’ll be down in a minute Jane!”

She looked at her watch. Just another 48 hours to go.

Downstairs, Cathy slipped into her usual place and reached for the coffee.

What’s even wrong? Nothing. Nothing is wrong. You’re fine Cathy. You have no reason to feel like this. Nothing is wrong at all. You have no reason to feel sick and like you can’t breathe. None at all.

Catalina passed behind her with a plate of toast, pausing to drop a kiss on the top of her head.

“Good morning mija.”

“Now that you’re down-” Jane started, “I thought we could discuss what we wanted to have for Christmas breakfast.”

Anne raised an eyebrow. “It’s Christmas dinner that’s the special meal Jane. Turkey, remember?”

Jane huffed a little. “Yes I KNOW, BUT it’s apparently a Thing to have a special breakfast too. Belinda in the sound crew told me- she and her family have croissants. What should we have?”

“Waffles!” said Kitty, at the exact same moment that Anna cried “Eierkuchen!”

Across the table, Anne’s slightly anxious eyes met Cathy’s.

“What’s wrong with what we usually have for breakfast?” Cathy asked tentatively. She did her best to make the question sound light, innocuous.

You’re not being a funsponge, you’re just curious.

Jane shook her head. “It’s meant to be special, she said.”

“Yeah,” added Kitty. “Everyday stuff isn’t special. And even if no one else wants waffles, I’m still making them,” she added, a touch defiantly, as she took another bite of cereal.

“I suppose not….”

She didn’t want to make a fuss.

She also didn’t know if it was possible to find a way to explain that she wasn’t thrilled at the idea of having to have a different breakfast, without sounding impossibly dull.

She and Anne had already had more than one whispered conversation about how neither of them was really looking forward to the planned ‘modern’ Christmas dinner.

(“I’ve had turkey….it’s sort of like chicken. Sort of...drier and not as nice tasting…” “And Christmas pudding looks….odd. The texture-”)

They’d agreed to stick it out for the sake of the other queens, to make sure they ate breakfast and then to just eat what they could of the Christmas dinner. Not that Cathy was holding out much hope for that- she knew Anne seldom could face the idea of food when she was under stress and Christmas certainly counted as ‘a stressful time’.

“It’s all the focus on children-” She’d explained. “All the focus on Christmas being for the children, whatever that means. I can’t not think about Elizabeth and….well, all of that-”

“Plus the lights-” Cathy agreed, and Anne nodded frantically.

“Yes! Those awful lights EVERYWHERE flashing enough to give anyone within five miles a migraine, and those horrible songs being played…”

They’d laughed, then, over the horrible assault on the senses that modern Christmas seemed to be but now Cathy didn’t feel much like laughing.

Since early November, leaving the house had felt like a mild sensory assault, and since Jane and Kitty had put the decorations up in December, this had encroached into her own home.

Anne disliked it too, she knew, but neither felt like they could say anything.

(“After all-” Anne had remarked rather gloomily, “-not liking Christmas lights is definitely meant to be a warning sign…”

“What do you mean?”

“In all the films!” Anne gestured impatiently. “It’s always the boring awful secretly-evil person who hates the Christmas lights and the tree and everything else, and the nice, good person who likes it! And I don’t want to have to be the one who spoils everything and everyone is mildly suspicious of again!”

“I definitely shouldn’t have let you binge watch all those Christmas films with Kitty…”

“I’m right though.” Anne eyed her seriously. “You know I am.”

Cathy had nodded. She knew.)

Catalina had taken note of her goddaughters increased irritability, the worsening of her already poor sleeping pattern and tried to gently probe as to the cause but Cathy had brushed her off. She knew that Christmas could easily be painful to Catalina for exactly the same reason that it troubled Anne, and she’d be damned if she was the one to ruin the Christmas of the person she owed so much too.

(“Are you sure you’re alright mija? You know you can always talk to me.”

She’d flashed a smile and surreptitiously moved away. “I’m fine Catty. Really.”)

And she’d convinced herself that she was fine, that she could be fine, that she could keep on being fine right up to Boxing Day. Now though as the day drew closer, she could feel anxiety gnawing at her stomach every day, from the moment she woke up to the moment she would eventually drift into an uneasy sleep.

There was no denying it- she knew she’d never be able to keep up the level of excitement and jollity obviously required for Christmas day and she was dreading the moment that she spoilt it for the others.

Would they be upset if she couldn’t face the thought of unfamiliar food first thing in the morning? They’d certainly be upset if she didn’t enjoy Christmas dinner- they’d all gone to so much trouble making sure the dinner was perfect.

What if she didn’t look grateful enough for her presents? And she knew that games were meant to be a big part of Christmas day too but not knowing how to play, not knowing what was expected of her, made her anxious even on good days- what if she ruined the fun for the others?

She was dreading it so much, she would have given everything she owned to move past Christmas day and just get straight on with the frustration and irritation on behalf of the other queens that she was sure was coming.

That was, of course, if they didn’t go straight in with anger…

“Cathy?” Kitty’s concerned voice broke through her thoughts. “Are you ok?”

She plastered on another smile. “Fine!”

It wasn’t exactly a lie. She kept on being fine as Kitty and Anna squabbled over whether they’d make pancakes or waffles their Christmas breakfast, as they jockeyed with each other to lay presents under the tree, as they went out for the last bits of Christmas shopping and settled in to watch a festive film.

It was only after they all retired to their respective rooms that Cathy allowed the tension to slowly seep out of her body. She leant for a moment against her closed door and then flopped, fully dressed, onto the duvet.

And when the faint strains of “Wonderful Christmas Time” drifted up to her bedroom window from the street below, the tears that she’d been holding back for nearly two months finally fell.

“Cath?”

A faint tapping caught her ears and she froze.

As quietly as she could, she reached for a tissue to dry her face- finding none, she scrubbed her eyes with her sleeve instead.

She could feel Jane wincing as she did.

“Y-yeah?”

She willed her voice not to crack but it did anyway, of course.

Catalina’s voice was buttery-soft. “Are you alright mija?”

Anne’s voice, in a loud whisper, drifted through the crack in the door. “Don’t ask her, why would you ask her, she’ll just say no and- OW, that hurt!”

“Cathy, can we come in please?”

It would have been easier to brush off Catalina’s loving concern or Anne’s blunt request for entry but Kitty always sounded so hopeful that saying no to her somehow felt harder than saying no to the others. She knew she wasn’t the only one- the others had all discussed it, and eventually had come to the conclusion that as it didn’t appear to be in any way deliberate, they couldn’t really ask Kitty to stop, annoyingly inconvenient as it was.

She couldn’t say no, but she didn’t say yes either, so she just snuffled as quietly as possible and hoped they’d go away.

“Cath?”

They didn’t.

She knew she was merely delaying the inevitable but she couldn’t help but try anyway.

“What is it?”

“Can we come in and talk to you please Cath? We’re worried and we want to check that you’re ok.”

She would have hated Anna for her bluntness if she could, but she couldn’t- it was impossible to even mildly dislike Anna, and she’d yet to find anyone able to manage it. It continued to baffle her that Henry had been able to keep it up- Kitty had once asked, in exasperation, if Anna had just been too easygoing and too patient and too kind, and Cathy had had to agree.

“We heard you crying-” Anne chipped in helpfully, “-and- OW, Jane what the fuck is your problem?!”

Even in her slightly tearstained state, Cathy couldn’t help smiling a little.

“You can come in if you want...”

She’d rather hoped that only one would accept the invitation but of course they all piled in anyway, Anne still rubbing her crushed foot and Jane looking a little too innocent.

Catalina immediately came over to the side of the bed and sat down on the edge, as Anne scrambled up on her other side.

“Are you alright mija?”

“Who do I need to kill Cath?”

The two utterly incongruent enquiries from her two favourite people in the world made her laugh, even as her eyes burned with fresh tears. They were so lovely- they were all so lovely-and here she was completely ruining what was meant to be a special day for them.

She shook her head.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” She forced a smile onto her face. “Honestly.”

None of them looked remotely convinced; out of the corner of her eye, she could see Kitty sending urgent telegrams to Anne and Anna biting her lip.

“Love-” Jane came over and sat next to Catalina. Her hand on Cathy’s was very warm. “You know we’d never make you talk unless you were ready, but do you think you could give us a vague idea of what it is? Just-” She glanced at the others, “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m going to be thinking up all sorts of horrible things otherwise and-”

“It’s nothing, honestly-”

“Mija anything that makes you this upset on Christmas Eve is clearly nothing.”

Cathy knew Catalina meant it kindly but the words cut her deeper than any order to pull herself together would have done. It was Christmas Eve and here she was, making the others worry about her, overshadowing their night with her selfishness-

“It’s ok Cath-” Kitty, closely followed by Anna, climbed up onto the remaining space at the foot of the bed and, after realising that Cathy’s hands were already claimed, gently squeezed her foot. “Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it. Right?”

The others wholehearted murmured agreement just made Cathy feel worse.

“You’re all so nice-” she eventually managed. “You’re so sweet and I’m spoiling everything, and I’m ruining Christmas and-”

There was an immediate chorus of disagreement:

“You’re not ruining anything mija-”

“It’s all ok love-”

“Please don’t cry Cath-”

“Please tell us what’s wrong?”

They all looked so earnest she just couldn’t bear it- she took a breath.

“I’m sorry. Really, honestly, nothing is wrong. I just…” She tried to think of how to phrase it in a way that didn’t make her seem utterly joyless. “I’m just….struggling a bit, I think.”

“With work? Or death-day stuff or-”

She shook her head. “With Christmas.”

Catalina squeezed her hand. “You miss the old traditions mija?”

“Not exactly. Or-” Cathy tilted her head. “Not that much. It’s not really that I’m homesick for anything, I just…” She sighed. “I’m afraid I’m going to ruin it for you all. More than I have already, of course.”

“What do you mean?” Anne looked confused. “How would you ruin it?”

“By not doing it right….or not feeling how I should feel.” Cathy looked around at the women clustered around her. “I’m sorry- I know how much it means to you all. And I promise I’m not trying to be a drag on purpose. I just… I’m scared I’m going to ruin it for you all by being….not happy or not festive or just….not whatever it is you’re meant to be on Christmas. I won’t be enough and-”

“You could never not be enough for us querida!”

Suddenly Cathy was being enveloped in at least three pairs of arms.

“But it’s Christmas!”

Kitty shrugged. “So?”

“But you’re all so excited! I don’t want to spoil it for you!”

“But it’s just a day-”

“It’s not that important-”

“Cathy-” Anna knelt in front of her. “Nothing you do is going to spoil it, ok? We love you, we care about you. If you’re sad on Christmas, we’ll be sad because you’re unhappy. Not because it’ll be ruining the day or whatever.”

“But-”

“Ok how about this?” Anna considered. “What about we all promise to not base the success of Christmas Day on your emotional state- or on anyone else's? Does that help?”

“Hold up-” Kitty raised a hand. “When did we all agree that the rest of us were going to be super happy and festive all day? Is that a thing? Do we have to all-” She waved a hand, “-festive all day? Can we just be normal instead?”

“Yeah-” Anne agreed. She turned to the others. “I just want to put this out there- obviously I don’t want to ruin the day for you all either. But….I’m struggling a bit too.” She ducked her head and tugged a little at a loose thread in Cathy’s bedspread. “So if I do end up being a massive drag, I’m- I’m really sorry-”

“Love!” Jane leant precariously over Cathy’s legs to pull Anne into her arms. “You won’t! It’s ok-”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Kitty asked. “If I’d known you were both so worried, I’d have told you not to worry- we all would have.”

“But you were so excited and-”

Kitty blinked at Anne. “I mean yeah? But it’s just a day, it’s not like there’ll never be another one- and even if there wasn’t I’d still care more about you than about some random day of celebration.”

The others nodded.

Catalina shook her head. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realise you were so miserable, if I’d known-”

“It’s not your fault.” Cathy avoided her godmother's eyes. “I didn’t want to….to make you think about Christmas being difficult, I didn’t want to remind you of….”

She trailed off. Catalina looked at her for a long moment, then she shook her head.

“Oh mija. Did you really think that you could keep me from remembering…” She too couldn’t quite bring herself to say it. “I know you’re clever but I think you’ve giving yourself much too much credit there…”

Said out loud, it sounded very foolish to Cathy- she could feel herself blushing. Catalina pulled her close again and she took the opportunity to hide her burning cheeks for a moment against her godmother's cardigan.

“I’m sorry, I just thought….”

“I know. And it was very, very sweet of you. But really mija-” Catalina’s hand smoothed back her hair. “Really, we all have our reasons to find Christmas difficult. And even if we deal with them in different ways, that doesn’t mean anyone would be upset with anyone else because of it. Jane, for example-” Everyone looked at Jane, who blushed slightly under their collective gaze. “Jane’s more into it, you and Anne, not so much and that’s ok, that’s-”

She broke off. Jane was twisting her fingers together anxiously and looking very uncomfortable.

“Jane? Are you ok?”

“I’m sorry!” Jane suddenly burst out, looking anguished. “I didn’t mean to make you all feel so pressured to enjoy it! I just- they all say it’s meant to be the Mum who makes Christmas and I thought that if I didn’t, you’d all be disappointed and upset with me and…. And all along I’ve been making you all feel worse! I’m SO sorry, I-”

Anna slung an arm around Jane’s shoulders and pulled her into a side hug.

“Janey no, don’t feel bad! We’re all really appreciative of what you’ve been doing-”

Cathy and Anne nodded fervently. “It wasn’t YOU Jane, I promise-”

Catalina put her head on one side. “What did you mean by us being upset with you though? You didn’t really think that, did you?”

Jane ducked her head. “Well….yes? Isn’t it meant to be the Mum who sorts stuff out?”

“Jane, we keep telling you-” Anne reached over Cathy to squeeze Jane’s hand. “The Mum Friend label is a joke- you’re 29 for goodness sake! It’s a loving testament to how lovely you are of course. But it’s not an obligation! Of course we’d never expect you to be responsible for Christmas!”

Kitty nodded. “I’m really happy we’re having a proper christmas but I didn’t realise you thought we expected it of you…Did you not want to do any of it really?”

Jane shrugged and blushed. “I….don’t know. I like the tree-”

“You’re welcome” said Anna, a touch smugly.

“-and the presents and it’ll be nice to have a special dinner….but also, it’s sort of a relief? To not to have to worry? I was SO afraid if something went wrong that you’d all be really upset and blame me…”

Catalina sighed.

“It looks like we’ve all suffered from lack of communication…. Can I propose that we maybe seek a...an alternative plan for Christmas day?”

“Hm?”

“An entirely opt-in Christmas.” Catalina explained. “I don’t think we really have to choose between striving for the unobtainable picture perfect day, or completely forgoing it….do we?”

“Yeah,” said Anna. “I’m still looking forward to a nice dinner and stuff. Can’t we just do the bits we want to do, but also just agree that if anyone doesn’t want to join in, that’s ok?”

“Or-” Kitty added, “-if they do, it’s ok to just….be however you’re feeling. No particular emotional expression required.”

Cathy smiled at her gratefully. Then she glanced over at Anne, who met her eyes questioningly. She decided she’d do it- for Anne, she told herself.

“Um- just while we’re on the subject…” She addressed herself to Kitty and Jane. “Would it be ok...I’m only saying it since we’re already talking about it and i don’t want to be really ungrateful or anything but….”

“I think what she’s trying to say is-” Anne cut in, “-would it mess things up too much if we made the special breakfast opt-in too? Just-”

She was cut off before she could even carry on explaining by Jane.

“Of course! Why ever wouldn’t you?”

“Well you said-”

“Oh!” Jane looked guilt stricken. “I did, didn’t I? I swear I never meant-”

“It’s fine!” Cathy cut Jane off before she could spiral too far. “You were suggesting something lovely and it’s appreciated! We know you didn’t mean anything by it, we just want to make sure that we won’t be spoiling anything if we-”

“Of course!” Jane nodded emphatically. “We don’t have to have a different breakfast of course, I was only-’”

Anna held up her hand. “Before we get completely sidetracked in a round of mutual guilt and apologies, why don’t we just agree- there will be special breakfast for those who want it, and anyone who doesn’t fancy it is of course welcome to have whatever they want, or nothing at all. The same for Christmas dinner too.”

Anne shot her a grateful glance and Cathy felt her shoulders sink in relief.

“So” Catalina began. “An opt-in breakfast and dinner. With every day alternatives for those who prefer. And mutual understanding that it can be a hard day for everyone and that constant Christmas cheer isn’t expected or required from anyone.”

“And” Kitty added, “also that the day itself absolutely isn’t the responsibility of any one person and that no one would dream of thinking it was.”

She looked directly at Jane as she said it; Jane nodded and smiled a little sheepishly, and leant in to Anna again.

“Is there anything else?”

“The lights...” Anne sounded hesitant but her voice gained more strength when no one seemed annoyed or impatient. “Could we maybe….turn them off for a bit? Or find a way to make them just be on or off, not flashing?”

Catalina nodded. “Of course.”

“Oh and-” Everyone looked surprised to hear Jane speaking up; Jane herself looked slightly embarrassed. “I know I was the one playing them but...I really hate them.” She cast a pleading look around the room. “Does anyone mind if we stop playing the modern Christmas songs? They’re so irritating. Especially that one about the demon.”

“Which one?” Trust Anne to look interested at that, thought Cathy.

Jane tilted her head. “You know. The one about his impending arrival. About how he watches you all the time-”

“Santa Claus Is Coming to Town?”

“That’s it. Whatever happened to simple carols?”

Catalina nodded. “There was a pleasant simplicity to the old ones. No This is the best day of your life or anything. Just ‘Boar is really delicious, maybe try it with mustard.’ Sensible advice, not this….expectation of jollity.”

“I think they still have that actually-” Kitty broke in. “Except it’s not really tuneful and I don’t think you sing it…”

“Really?”

“I think so. At least, my super noodles said that they were best served with stir fried chicken and sesame oil. But there was only the one verse…”

The first Christmas Day that the queens ever celebrated together was, by most standards, an uneventful one.

But no one blinked an eye when Cathy forgoed Anna’s nutella pancakes and Kitty’s strawberry waffles for her usual toast and coffee.

The turkey dinner was, by all accounts, as pretty as the ones on tv. Anne never actually tasted a bite of the turkey itself but praising Jane’s stuffing to the skies more than made up for it.

And Cathy found that when it actually came down to it, it was all a lot less painful than she had imagined: despite her dread, she felt herself genuinely excited about seeing the others open the gifts, and not ambivalent about the beautiful fountain pen, thick fluffy dressing gown, chocolate covered coffee beans (Catalina had shaken her head despairingly at that) and midnight blue boots she’d been given (not to mention a sizeable stack of books from her wishlist).

Even when Kitty suggested playing a game, she found that the casual “Fancy it Cath? No pressure” made all the difference and she’d been able to join in quite happily.

And when, mid afternoon, she felt herself becoming slightly overwhelmed and excused herself, Catalina following her into the hall hadn’t felt anywhere near as uncomfortable as it would have done before.

“Ok mija?”

“Yeah just-” She’d shrugged and waved a hand. “It’s a bit much.”

Catalina, rather than looking disappointed or irritated, had just nodded. “That’s understandable. Do you want some space or shall I keep you company?”

“I don’t want to take you away from the fun-”

“You absolutely wouldn’t be doing that. But please don’t feel pressured either way- if you want some time alone, that’s fine.”

“It’s not that I want to be alone, it’s-”

Catalina looked understanding. “How about we relocate to my room for a bit? We can listen to some more of that podcast you like, if you’re up to it?”

Cathy nodded. Curled up under Catalina’s arm, the podcast murmuring quietly in the background, she felt herself start to decompress. Then, a tap at the door made them both sit up- Jane peeked in.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

A little uncomfortable, Jane hovered by the bed. “Would it be ok if I joined you? I promise I won’t talk. The others are going to play scrabble and-”

“Of course” Cathy knew she would nevern ot appreciate Catalina looking to her to answer first. “Although don’t you want to play?”

Jane shook her head. “You know I-”

“Catalina will make a team with you again if you want-” She glanced to her godmother. “Won’t you? Or I will, if the others will hold the game off another fifteen minutes or so-”

Jane shook her head.

“Not that I don’t love teaming up with either of you- I totally appreciate the offer. I just- got to thinking about things. Thought a quiet room would be nice, you know?”

Catalina nodded understandingly and Jane settled gratefully on her other side. After a moment, Catalina wrapped her free arm around her shoulders and Jane leant into her.

After a while, her phone buzzed and she let out a short laugh.

“Sorry, I know I said I wouldn’t interrupt but, look what Kitty just sent me…”

She passed her phone to Catalina.

On the screen, it read:

Let us know if we get too noisy! Lots of love to all three of you from all three of us <3 <3 <3 Also Janey, I thought you’d appreciate this more carol I found.

Catalina clicked on the link and the three listened to the festive sounding if slightly tinny music emanate from the phone speakers.

“….angels we have heard on high…..tell us to go out and buy….”

“Really sums it up, doesn’t it?” murmured Cathy and Catalina smiled.

“Shall I take back your fountain pen then mija?”

“Oh god no!”

Catalina chuckled and squeezed her hand and Cathy burrowed back into her side, listening to the faint sounds of good natured arguing drift up from below, her godmothers heartbeat and Jane's quiet breathing beside her.

Maybe it wasn’t such an awful day after all.

#six #six the musical #six the musical fanfiction

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yonymii · 4 years ago

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reminiscence

Pairing: Semi Eita x gn!reader

A/n: uhh i know he’s a civil servant as well as a musician but i’m in love with the idea of music school so here u go <3 also yes i love music fics lmao,, the next fic i write will probably be something different sorry (kinda) 💖✌️

Description: meeting Semi Eita was the best thing to ever happen to you.

Wordcount: 3.1k

Warnings: none

“Y/n? Where the hell are you?”

Your friend’s voice was loud on the other side of the phone and you pulled it away from your ear, wincing at the volume. When you brought it back to your ear, she was silent, but you could hear her panicked breathing.

“I’m really sorry, Cho,,” you whispered into the microphone, looking at your patent mary jane shoes that were tapping together at the heels; you were ashamed to say the least. It surprised you how late you could possibly be on the morning of one of your important recitals. You could hear your professor shouting at Cho on the other end of your line.

When your friend spoke again, she sounded as if she were on the verge of tears. It hurt, knowing that this was your fault. “Y/n, the professor says that we can’t start without you, so get here quickly, okay?” she said the words gently, as if she were comforting herself, which may have been the case anyway. At this point, you really doubted that any of the other members of the orchestra cared about your feelings anyway; they were being shouted at (you could still hear your teacher and conductor’s loud voice in the background) because of you.

“My bus will arrive in five minutes, Cho. I’m sorry,” and with those words, you hung up and opened your sheet music, studying the notes written in between the bars carefully. You really shouldn’t have stayed up all night practising again.

When the recitals finally came to a close after three hours of run-throughs, Cho still wouldn’t talk to you. Her eyelashes had become weighted with tears and were no longer curled; you, however, much to her distaste, had barely batted an eyelid at your teacher’s scolding. There wasn’t one bit of emotion in your eyes when he was screaming at you for being late, not even a frown. Your expression had been the same all the way through the recital.

Both of your footsteps echoed throughout the fairly empty hallways, yours a little louder because of the weight of your shoes. Arriving outside the library, you waved half-hearedly at your friend who carried on walking, acknowledging you with a faint smile. You closed the door behind you and wandered towards the music section, scanning the shelves for a book of Chopin pieces you’d hopefully be able to use to get rid of any stress.

While you had felt the presence of someone behind you, you didn’t quite anticipate how small the aisles of the library were; your rear end bumped into theirs, a little yelp escaping your lips. The person turned, mouth open, ready to apologise, but they stopped when they saw you.

Your cheeks were damp, the tears shining under the harsh lights overhead; your skin was flushed pink and your eyes still glossed over with moisture, your lips trembling and breathing erratic. He furrowed his brows, stuttering before he managed to choke out a coherent sentence.

“Hey are you okay?”

Of course, like anyone else would have, you nodded quickly, wiping your cheeks with a choked sob, the sleeves of your sweater dampening from the heavy liquid. He shook his head and pulled your shoulder so you were facing him; his expression was blank but there was something in his eyes, though you couldn’t put your finger on what it was exactly.

“I, uhh… I’m Semi Eita. What’s your name?”

You sniffled, trying to hide your puffy red eyes with your sleeve. “Y/n L/n. I’m studying classical piano.” he nodded, patting your shoulder, “Why’re you crying? Did something happen?”

Again, you nodded. He cocked his head, urging you to continue, and so there you found yourself standing in the middle of a library aisle, clutching a few books of Chopin music and spilling your every thought and emotion to an almost-complete stranger.

“Semi?” you whispered, testing to see if your friend was awake. It was four in the morning; your phone was blowing up with notifications for new assignments and texts from your classmates about old ones, and you were laying on your bed, gazing down at your new friend, Semi Eita, who was asleep on a blow-up mattress placed to the left of your bed.

He groaned, turning over to face you, but was still asleep. You sighed, the air escaping your lips ruffling a few strands of your hair. It was late, but you couldn’t sleep again. Semi had come over to drop of some food but ended up just staying with you so you could eat it together. You two managed to stay up all night watching movies only to realise what time it was, so you both went to bed, but like usual, sleep just wasn’t coming to you.

You tried forcing out a yawn to trick your body into believing you were tired, but it just wasn’t happening. You heard Eita shuffle below you and you looked down only to see those brown eyes staring straight back up at you. You jumped a bit but they softened when they saw you wide awake yet again.

“You should sleep, y/n. It’s almost dawn.” Semi said, his voice quiet and husky from sleep.

"I know," you murmured, voice muffled by the thick duvet draped over your cold body. The heater was buzzing gently in the background and you could see the red light of your heating controls flashing slowly on your bedroom wall.

The ash blonde sat up, his matress bouncing from the pressure. He crawled towards you and pressed his hand into your hip to push himself up and onto your single bed. Semi sat on the edge, patting your upper thigh gently through the covers. The action, however small it was, sent shivers throughout your entire body, the coldness evaporating almost instantly when he kneeled up to crawl beside you, moving your hand and putting it over your stomach.

His warmth was intoxicating; like a breath of fresh air after being stuck underwater all your life. You'd never felt so safe, his body cradling yours gently, his breaths deep and heartbeat steady in his ribcage. The rhythm lulled you to sleep, your lungs filling with air slowly as your stomach rose and fell with every breath. Semi smiled down at you, your hands wrapped around his abdomen as you slept, albeit lightly.

Practicing piano for more than three hours was difficult for you.

Your attention span wasn't the best; that coupled with a difficult piece and a recital tomorrow wasn't your ideal option for a day. The hours went by slowly, cold fingers dancing around on the keys and glazed over eyes skimming the sheets in front of you, the black notes dotted around the page lifelessly. You didn't hear Eita come in to your practice room, nor did you see him sit down on the plush black stool in the corner of the room.

"Y/n, you should take a break. You're supposed to enjoy the music, not lament it." he spoke, voice quiet but you still heard him, gazing up to meet his eyes.

"Mhmm," you hummed, picking up your pencil and writing down notes in the margins of your sheet music. Semi sighed, standing to pull you up from where you were situated on the other stool by your hands. He could feel that they were stiff and their temperature shocked him a little.

"Your hands are cold, y/n. Come and warm up. Eat something," the boy said, pulling you out of the door and down the corridor, your feet dragging on the floor. He waited for you to catch up to him, draping his arm over your shoulder. “You okay, y/n?” he said in a hushed tone as you walked through the doors of a small minimalist cafe on the highstreet you both frequented.

You nodded, grinding your teeth together in frustration. Your fingers were numb and when you picked up your cup after Semi placed it in front of you, it slipped and landed back on the table, the drink spilling over the edge slightly. He sighed, frustrated, before sitting opposite you and taking your hands in his, rubbing them to relieve tension. “You can’t play like this, ok? You’ll be fine in your recital, you’re the best musician in there, okay?”

That made you smile, your lips curving into a wide grin, “Really?” you said teasingly, “You think so?”. Eita just chuckled, glad you were coming back to your senses after practicing all morning. He saw the sides of your thumbs were red and one was blistered. Your nails were cut too short; it must have hurt to play such a dramatic piece with little injuries like this.

“Thank you, Semi.” you whispered, looking over your cup at the ash blond, who was smiling ever so slightly at you. The sight made your heart flutter, the feeling strange to you. Your cheeks were noticeably warmer than earlier and you found yourself breaking eye contact with him a lot more often. It was strange, the way you were paying attention to his every detail, his breathing patterns and the unique marks on his face that only you could see because he only let you get that close; his smile was something you were exclusively shown every once in a while, and sometimes he laughed with you when you two were sat in each others company, telling jokes and eating popcorn while watching trash movies on Netflix.

Sometimes, it was nice to just be with him, giggling and sipping your drinks while the heavens had opened outside the window.

Your hands had warmed up already.

As with every time you’d realised you were in love, you hoped that when you did tell them, there’d be a cliche shoujo anime confession and that they were secretly writing poetry about you in the darkest hours of the night. I mean, who wouldn’t want love sonnets written about them?

You sighed contentedly at the thought, fully aware that Semi Eita was not writing romantic poetry about you. Of course, that wouldn’t stop you from wishing. There was always a possibility he was writing songs about you, though. Before you’d met, your friends had dragged you along to his band’s gigs a couple of times, insisting that the members were cute and the music was good. While you agreed with both of those points, you’d rather be sat in the company of one of the school’s grand pianos, the sounds ringing out from underneath the glossy black lid and echoeing off of the plain practice room’s walls.

You had to admit though, their songs were good. Most people wouldn’t analyse them as deeply as you, but that didn’t stop you. Every lyric was perfect for the song, guitars and basses melting together to create the melody, drums tapping lightly at some points and violently at others. After you got closer to Eita, you learned that he wrote a lot of the band’s songs and lyrics. It came as a shock to you; you’d assumed he was just there to play guitar but he was the genius behind these songs?

Semi never shared any romantic experiences with you, though. Despite constantly hinting at your curiosity and often just asking him about it, he either ignored you or changed the subject. His lyrics were all about love, most of them at least, which made you assume he had been in a relationship before. It didn’t cross your mind at any point that Semi had never had a partner and once you knew, you never brought the topic up again.

He’d obviously been in love, though. To be able to convey that amount of emotion through just words was extraordinary to you; you’d never felt so many overflowing feelings while listening to a song before.

“Y/n?” Eita’s calm voice snapped you out of your thoughts, patting your head to gain your attention. You turned your head to face his, eyes locked onto your tranquil expression. There was a strange softness to them, one you hadn’t noticed before. It was unfamiliar, alien, even. Hopefully you were the cause of the boy’s much-awaited change in demeanour.

“Ugh, this sucks SO BAD CHO! Do you not get it?” you shouted, kicking off of the ground with your feet. You and your classmate were sat on the swings of the park; the crescent moon was high in the sky, almost directly above the field, and there were stars spread across the sky, like Nyx had scattered glitter over the darkness and the light was raining down on the both of you.

“You’re in love. What about it?” she said nonchalantly, bringing the file up to her nails and starting to shape them carefully. You huffed at her, frowning. “What, have you never been in love, Cho?”

She nodded, looking up from her dainty hands to your moonlit face. Smiling, Cho tucked the nail file into the pocket of her coat and breathed out, a cloud of cold air forming around her mouth. “Not properly. I’ve had crushes, but i don’t think i’ve ever been in love with someone.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at her. I mean, before Semi, you hadn’t either, but you couldn’t imagine living without the constant feeling of butterflies in your stomach or the way you would smile uncontrollably when you thought of him. He was your lifeline, the only thing tethering you to the shore so you wouldn’t slip and start to drown again like that day in the library when you first met each other properly.

“You’ll understand me when you finally have real feelings,” you said, grinning slyly at the girl sat on the swing next to yours. She just rolled her eyes, shoving her phone into her pocket and standing up.

“I have to leave, my roommate’s drunk. See you tomorrow, y/n.”

“Eita?” it was a whisper, spoken in the back of the cafe on a soft couch while Semi drank a black coffee, his guitar resting against the wall in its case. He jumped, thankfully not spilling his drink, turning round to be met with your face, eyes staring down at him kindly. “What did you need? Is everything okay?”

The ash blond nodded and patted the space beside him, letting a breathy laugh escape his lips as you struggled to fit between the coffee table and the couch without bruising your shins. Once you were situated he looked away from you, pulling on the collar of his turtleneck nervously; a sign that something was, in fact, wrong.

“I just haven’t seen you in a while,” he muttered, picking up his coffee and blowing on it gently. Your smile lit up his eyes and he couldn’t help but return the gesture, even if it was considerably smaller than yours. His stomach dropped at the sound of your laugh, cheeks flushing a little. “You look nice today, y/n.” he mumbled, lips still attached to the rim of his cup.

Your cheeks warmed along with your ears but you managed to pay it cool, thanking him and waving your hands in the air as you told him he looked good too, maybe even better than you.

“No, you always look nicer than me.” was all Eita said after placing his cup on the table beside his bulging notebook and pencil case. You chuckled lightly, fumbling around for his hand and intertwining your fingers, heat spreading through your entire body. He was always so warm, like a fire on a cold winter’s night.

Semi’s hand tightened around yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand affectionately. When he turned to you, there was an expression on his face you’d never seen before; a pink blush dusting his cheeks and ears, nervously smiling and his free hand tapping his thigh. His voice was monotone and smooth, but comforting to listen to. His words didn’t compute until a few moments after he said them.

“I love you.”

You just kept smiling as his hand gripped yours as if you were about to leave. Maybe he thought you would.

“Huh?”

“Mmm tired,, let me sleep, Eita,” you groaned, turning over and your already tangled sheets. The warmth his body provided was gone in seconds as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, walking to your bathroom. “Y/n! You have a concert in a week! You said you’d spend today practicing! Don’t be too late!”

He raised his voice over the noise of the shower, closing the door. You could hear him singing softly; one of his band’s newest songs, you remembered. There were chip packets all over your bedroom floor and a few cans scattered by the side of the sofa, a pizza box open but empty on the table. You felt awful, but Semi wouldn’t make you get up till you were ready.

Last night was the same as every Friday evening; Semi would come to your place, you’d eat junk food together and watch a movie, then go to bed wrapped in each other’s arms. Your bed wasn’t quite the same without his presence, and on days when he wasn’t with you, you slept much worse. In all the two years you had been together, Eita had always been there to help you sleep, only living a minute or two away. He was always awake too; sometimes you could hear him playing guitar at night if you stood in the kitchen, or as you often did, sit on the counter and drink something full of caffeine so you could stay awake longer and listen to him play.

This was all you wanted, in all honesty; a partner who cared more about you than they did themselves, and vice versa. Someone who only trusted you to take care of them, to be with him at ridiculous hours of the night and help write songs. Sure, maybe your friends didn’t understand why you two were so awe-struck with each other, but they didn’t have so many memories, such a close bond or such similar interests. It was something you craved, and no-one but Eita had ever given it to you; a reason to stay exactly how you were.

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formeandmyfics · 4 years ago

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At the H.R.

JUGENEA FAN FICTION

Set during Easter Parade, now that Gene’s ankle is all healed, Judy & Gene are able to be together again. Rated MA - for spicy but a sweet finish

January 1948

Gene had been at Ciro's for a few minutes, sitting at a booth nestled in the corner, nursing a Brandy Manhattan on the rocks. Friends and peers of his were all chatting to themselves around him.

The 'Metro' gang usually took up the two large booths on the east side of the nightclub every Friday night, as if it was reserved, and tonight had been no different. It felt good to Gene to be out like this again.

"That pianist sounds amazing," Angela Lansbury commented as a darker-skinned gentleman played some jazz tunes over the piano accompanied by a jazz drummer. During each band's breaks, there was always a pianist playing to keep the atmosphere lively.

Lena Horne leaned over a bit towards him, to speak to Angie, who was sitting on this other side of Gene, "His name is Bud Powell. Lennie knows him. He's working on an album right now."

"Oh, good for him. He's very talented."

Gene smiled and took a sip of his drink. He was honored to be sitting between two beautiful ladies, even if they were unknowingly ignoring him. He checked his watch and kneaded his eyebrows. Judy was unpunctual, but not when it came to Ciro's. She was always here, every Friday night, on the clock.

A sudden burst of laughter from the adjoining booth next to him, where Van Johnson, June Allyson and Jimmy Stewart, to name a few, got Gene's attention. He leaned back to see if she was there. Whenever there was a roar of laughter, usually Judy was the culprit of it. But, she was no where to be seen.

Gene turned back around, and when he glanced up, he did a double take. On the dance floor, just up ahead from their booth, where couples currently stood talking, instead of dancing, there she was. Judy was in deep conversation with Ann Miller, her current co-star, and looking radiant. Her off the shoulder black cocktail dress was simple, but she made it anything but.

"Hello, earth to Gene," Lena said waving a hand past his face making him flinch.

"Huh?"

"I asked when you were going back to the studio."

"Oh, ah," he said diverting his eyes from Judy to look at Lena, "We start shooting in a few weeks."

"The Three Musketeers," she asked curious

Gene couldn't help stare back Judy's direction, "Yeah."

"Seems everyone's in it but me," she joked as a lot of their friends there tonight, including June, Angela & Van Heflin, were going to be in the film with him.

When Gene didn't answer, as his gaze seemed to be fixated in front of him, Lena looked to see what had his profound attention. When she saw Judy up ahead laughing hysterically with Ann, her lips curved into a smile.

"I'm not the only one not in your next film, hm," she said leaning into him teasingly.

"What," he asked looking at her. When she nodded towards Judy, he shrugged, "Oh, yeah, Judy's not in it. But she's still in the middle of filming 'Easter Parade'."

The mention of the movie made Gene want to wince. Everyone that knew him, knew how disappointed he had been in breaking his ankle. He had been so excited to do that film, as the music and script were divine, but ever since staring their affair up again during 'The Pirate', he wanted to continue it while working with her on this project. She wanted it even more that she went so far in having Vincente replaced as director. Part of it was because him as director didn't quite work out so good for him as husband at home as well. But, also, because she didn't want any interference with their own relationship. He had a great time rehearsing until the accident. That was 2 1/2 months ago. He was, however, happy that he had helped talk Fred into taking his place, as he wanted only the best with her, and he was genuinely looking forward to seeing the movie.

But he was more looking forward to seeing Judy tonight. Oh, they had seen each other around a few times during those months, doing post-production VR work at the studio for 'Pirate', as well at a couple house parties, where their spouses were present, but not alone. They hadn't been alone since the night before that god damn tennis game.

"She's looking very pretty tonight," Lena said.

"Yes, she is," he said casually taking another sip, his eyes glancing back up at her.

"I wonder why she's by herself tonight," Lena asked but then went on in an exaggerated tone, "Oh, that's right," she snapped her fingers, "I heard he was in New York on business."

Gene's gaze finally left Judy's to look at the woman next to him with a quizzical eye, "You don't say."

"What a shame that she's here alone. Personally, I don't think any woman should roam about at a nightclub without a date."

Gene chuckled, "Believe me, Judy is not alone. She knows practically everyone in this joint, and she knows how to work a room. She can easily get a ride home, if she needs one."

"What about you?"

"What about me," he asked trying to act blaze but her intrigued tone started to make him nervous.

"Would you give her a ride home?"

"I'd always give her a ride home, of course. She's a friend," he said taking another sip, the ice now clunking together in his nearly empty glass.

Lena leaned her chin on her hands and lowered her voice, now teasing, "How good of a friend?"

Gene put his glass back on the table, no smile apparent, but then he forced a chuckle thinking Lena was joking around, but deep inside, he had a feeling she wasn't. He knew her acting abilities was better than she was putting on.

"Good enough to know how she likes her eggs in the morning," she asked, in a whisper, so no one else could hear. And her tone signaled to Gene that she knew.

"She doesn't like eggs in the morning, she likes fruit and waffles," he said smiling bashfully.

Lena laughed and pushed his arm, "You devil."

They both looked the other direction as Angela and, fiance Peter Shaw, slid out of the booth. Now alone, they were able to talk a little more openly, but still with lowered voices.

"I find it very hard to believe that Judy told you about us."

"She didn't. Over Christmas break, when we were at Sardi's, I overheard her and Kay Thompson in the bathroom when they didn't know anyone was in there."

"Oh, God," he said, "Does she know that you overheard?"

"Oh, yeah. She was very embarrassed and swore me to secrecy," off Gene's look, her eyes widened, "I haven't said a thing, not even to my husband. I swear, Gene, your guys' secret is safe with me. I don't care what two people do, that's your own business. I ain't butting in, but..."

Gene laughed and shook his head, "Yeah?"

"From what I heard, I have to say, maybe you should be the one giving Judy that ride home," she smiled cheekily with her eyebrows raised.

"Dare I ask," he said not feeling bashful at all, but more amused.

"I'm sorry, darling, but I'm too much of a lady to say," she winked, "Now, wish me luck. I've got to stop over at the Penitentiary Fox table over there, say hi to some people."

"20th Century Fox," Gene corrected.

"You say Potato," she mumbled and scooted out.

Judy gently swatted Ann's back as Annie walked away laughing, when Lena slid by her, placing a hand on her lower back.

"Just so you're aware, dear, there's a certain handsome, dark-haired, dancer over in the Metro booth that hasn't taken his eyes off you."

Judy watched as Lena kept on walking, heading the other direction. Judy looked down, fiddling with her nail, and was smiling a bit. She already knew who the man was. And just the thought made her insides quiver with excitement. She knew he would be there. Frank had mentioned it to her when he declined her invitation to go out, just like he had with Gene before her, because of a cold he was battling. Frank was a gentleman, and he treated her like a lady, but at the same time spoke to her like one of the guys. She was quite bold herself with him. He was one of the people who knew of her on-again-off-again affair with Gene, so he had no hesitation in telling her that the man couldn’t wait to get her alone again.

Slowly turning her head his way, with a bit of a shy smile, their eyes met.

Gene sat there in the booth, alone, staring at her with a very sexy expression as he lit a cigarette. For a moment, Judy felt like the world around them was non-existent as they held a gaze, his smoke slowly exhaling from his lips, as music echoed in her ears as if it were under water. When he took the cigarette away from his mouth, he licked his lips, and his gaze turned more intense. Judy placed her hand on her stomach feeling those delightful butterflies that he never failed in giving her, even after all these years.

"Judy...Judy..."

Judy faintly heard her name, and she saw Gene's eyes look to the right of her, before meeting her eyes again but she couldn't process it. Gene smiled, tapping his cigarette on the tray, before motioning to her to look beside her. She gave him a questionable look before she heard her name again.

"Judy," Jane Powell giggled.

"Huh," Judy asked now looking over at the blonde. Others were looking at her, smiling, as well.

“The band’s up there, honey, they’re asking you to sing.”

Judy saw that the bang had come back on stage and the conductor was motioning for her to come up.

“Sing us a song, Judy, come on,” he said cheerfully.

She giggled and nodded before heading through the crowd her cheered her on as she made her way to the stage.

“How about a slow one, is that alright,” she asked the audience through the microphone before turning to the conductor who showed her a set list and they agreed on ‘If I Had You’.

Gene watched her in a comfortable way. He was used to what her presence could do, he was familiar to the energy she gave off, so it was no surprise to Gene when no one slow danced as they did with other singers. When Judy Garland sang on stage, all eyes were upon her. She just had this captivating thing about her.

And as much as he never tired of her singing, as much as he heard her a million times before, even being lucky enough to sing with her, the sound of here right now made his dick hard. It wasn’t particularly her singing that turned him on, but that voice of hers, the one he knew very well

It was the voice that laughed with him over funny anecdotes, the voice that talked to him about the meaning of dreams and life and the universe, the voice that came out of her in a series of sounds as they made love. That woman up there was his best friend that he knew, not only intimately, but as a person. And he missed her so fucking much.

Their time back together on ‘Pirate was intense and hot. They were basically fueled by frustration, not only at work but in their personal lives as well. When they had started pre-production on Easter Parade, they were both more relaxed and their private time together was unhurried, still passionate, but softer. Then that was taken away because of a reckless moment during a sport. Though he enjoyed every encounter with her, every day that went by, especially now that his ankle was healed and he was free to come and go as he pleased, he found himself wanting to make her feel so good she forget her own name.

As Judy sang, her eyes slyly kept drifting his way. He knew he had her undivided attention, which always flattered him, and made his ego a little bigger. Ever since he met her, she seemed to only see him even in a room full of other men, some with whom desired her. He knew her attention was much more than just attraction, because it was that way for him as well, which he assumed is why their temporary separation had been almost excruciating this time around. When she finished the song, everyone clapped and cheered for another, but she politely declined. A few people had stopped her once she got off stage, and at first he felt a little impatient, but then Van slipped into the booth next to him and started chatting about their upcoming film. While talking to Van, he heard her voice behind him, followed by slight bump against his arm as she sat next to him. When his conversation finished, he turned to look at her, but she was conversing with her co-star Peter Lawford now, who was standing up with a drink in hand. Peter acknowledged him with a nod, and Gene nodded back, to which Judy turned and gave him a smile, placing a hand on his leg, before turning back to Lawford. It looked like a friendly gesture on her part, but it made his skin tingle. As the two seemingly gossiped, he took advantage of letting his eyes scan over her as she was sitting close. He could smell her familiar perfume as he stared at her flawless, porcelain skin that he was overly familiar with. The black velvet, sweetheart-style bodice of her dress was enticing. Judging by the curve of her breasts slightly pushed above it told him she was wearing one of her teddy’s underneath, which she frequently wore when wearing dresses like this. And he had frequently loved seeing them. She was no ‘pin-up girl’ as she once told him, but boy, she knew how to make lingerie look good. “…Alright,” Peter chuckled, “I’ll see ya later, Judes.” “Bye, darling.” Judy maneuvered her body and turned towards Gene. They both just smiled, a warm smile, and though there was relief in their expression, sparkles were also in their eyes. “Hi.” “Hi.” Judy had this overwhelming feeling to just jump into his arms, but she had to remind herself where she was. “How’s your ankle?” “Well, I can’t be going around doing jumping jacks hours on end, but I no longer need crutches or bandages.” “That’s good,” she said and purposefully grabbed the carton of cigarettes, nervously clearing her throat before going on, “You start your next film in a few weeks, right?” As Gene reached for his lighter, he noticed she seemed anxious. “Yeah,” he replied as he lit it for her. She exhaled, “And, ah, they’re letting you do all that physical acting already, even though you have to be careful?” “Well, the scenes with my fencing numbers they’re going to shoot at the end of filming when I’m pretty much all healed,” his eyebrows furrowed as she nodded and fiddled with the cigarette between her fingers. “Why are you making small talk?” Judy didn’t meet his gaze, but she flirtatiously smiled, “Because I’m trying to refrain from what I really want to say to you.” Gene smiled wide, his slight crows feet making her weak, “Well, I’d really like to hear it.” She giggled, “I bet you would.” He chuckled with her, and under the table, he turned his palm up which she immediately linked her fingers in his. “So, I heard that Vincente is out of town.” “Yes,” she responded with that familiar lisp. “That’s good,” he said,o

“Oh, it is,” she said fishing for attention.

He leaned into her ear, his voice deepening, “Yes, because I can’t think of anything else but being inside of you again.” “I had a feeling you’d say that…” she said not shocked at all by his confession, as their eyes linked, “…which is why I asked Kay to watch Liza tonight.” “How’d you know I’d be here,” he asked intrigued. “A little birdie told me. I called ahead for a reservation at the H.R.” Her hand slid out of his and she fiddled with her small purse in her lap. He pretended not to take notice, as he took a sip of water, but soon felt something metal slide into his hand. Looking down, he grasped the hotel key. Judy watched him quite provocatively as he tried to hide a smile as he placed it inside his breast pocket. She swore he was blushing. “That’s pretty risky,” he said, then teased her, “What if I didn’t have an excuse to get away?” “I knew you’d make one,” she said innocently, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Before he could respond, two middle-aged ladies, definitely out-of-towners, came up to their table asking them each for autographs which they happily agreed to. Luckily, the tourists didn’t stay around and strike up a conversation. As they walked away, Judy looked at him quite seriously, “Gene?” “Hm?” “I don’t want to just go there. I want to sleep in your arms tonight.” “I know,” he said back, “I'll have Frank call Betsy and tell her I passed out at his place. She won't miss me. Did you bring your own car here?”

“Yah.”

“Then I'll meet you over there."

Judy gave him a coy smile before she bounced her way out of the booth.

“Oh, honey,” he said as she passed him about to head out.

“Hm,” she asked turning on her heels.

“I gotta ask you something,” he said motioning for her which she walked over.

He took her elbow so she’d lean down a bit, “Lena said she overheard you tell Kay something naughty about me.” Off Judy’s look he went on, “In the ladies room. What did you say?”

Judy looked around to make sure no one was looking and she put her hand up as she whispered in his ear. He listened a moment, and quickly his eyes widened before his smile did.

He looked at her, his mouth slightly a jar, and she raised her arched her eyebrow, “Room 215, dear.”

He watched her walk out of his sight before letting out an impish chuckle.

Judy drove east on Sunset Blvd, heading towards Hollywood Boulevard. It was less than a 10 minute drive, but during that short duration, she enjoyed the views as the streets were quite lively that evening. When she saw the large ‘Hotel Roosevelt’ sign up ahead, lit up in red over the tower, another rush of butterflies filled her tummy. She hadn’t been acting a seduction with Gene. She truly wanted him. Not only did she miss the meaningful conversations with him, as they could be honest about nearly anything and everything without judgement, but she missed the comfort he encompassed as well. But, most of all, she missed the sex and a truly great orgasm, which was what she had told Gene. Sex with him went beyond just physical for her, and for him, she knew. They connected emotionally, mentally, and felt comfortable in their skin. She longed for that again, as it had been at its peak before Gene’s accident.

As Judy pulled into the side entrance of the hotel, where the valet was stationed, she waited behind another car. One thing she loved about this hotel was not only the history and elegance, but the discreet atmosphere. This hotel was more busy than The Chateau Marmont, which was the most private, and discreet hotels of them all in Hollywood, but she had heard that Mr. Mayer was having a party there tonight. She was not about to step into that hot water.

When Judy saw the lady that got out of the Cadillac in front of her, she cursed and slid down in her seat a bit. The designer hat was a tell: Hedda Hopper.

Still hunched down, Judy watched the gossip queen walk into the side entrance, when the door opened startling her.

“Ma’am,” the young valet said. When he saw Judy’s deer-in-the-headlights look, he gave her a confused look.

Judy immediately sat up, and smiled, “Good evening, thank you.” After taking her valet ticket, she head to the back entrance and let out a breath, hoping to God, Hedda wasn’t standing right there.

When she walked into the back lobby, Hedda was occupied at the check in desk. Luckily, Judy already had the two room keys. Nonchalantly, she walked past the woman, but as she did, she noticed Gene up ahead making a call. She wasn’t surprised to see him already there, as she had gotten interrupted by friends in the lobby of Ciro’s as she was leaving. He must’ve left just before her.

Gene was pressing Sinatra’s house number when he saw Judy walking towards him. But she wasn’t smiling. She was looking at him eyes wide, with a warning expression, and her pace was swift. When he silently asked her what was wrong, she nodded as if to look behind her, before she kept on walking past him towards the elevator.

He looked the direction she nodded and saw Hedda facing his way, but conversing with a bellhop.

“Fuck,” he whispered and turned around so his back was to her.

Gene closed his eyes. Jesus Christ, that was the last thing they needed.

“Hello?”

“Hey, buddy, it’s Gene.”

“Hows it going?”

“How you feeling?”

“Hopped up on every cold remedy out there, boy, including a hot toddy. What are you doing calling me? I thought you were going to the watering hole?”

“I was, but I’m at the Roosevelt now.”

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because Hedda fucking Hopper is behind me, and I don’t want her to see me. Listen, do me a favor.”

“Depends.”

“Not depends. You backed into my car at Gleason’s on New Years, man. I still have the dent. You owe me.”

“Yeah, ok, what’s up?”

“Call my wife, tell her I passed out at your place.”

“Why?”

“What does it matter? I’m not coming home tonight and I need a good excuse.”

He heard Frank break out in a naughty chuckle, “Ooo, oo, oo, you gone get some, huh? It’s our girl ain’t it? Ain’t it?”

Frank’s playful voice made Gene smile, “Just do it, would ya?”

“Yeah, I got your back. Tell Judy I said hi.”

Gene heard Hedda’s heels on the marble floors coming closer and his voice got quieter, “I gotta go.”

After hanging up, he kept his back to the woman, pretending to look through the phone book, nearly holding his breath as the footsteps passed him.

“Gene,” he heard her unmistakable voice and he closed his eyes sighing, “Is that you?”

Turning, he presented her with a movie star smile, “Hedda, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” she squealed and accepting him into a hug, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, just came for a few drinks at the lounge. Ciro’s got too busy for my taste,” he fibbed.

“Oh, mine, too. Also, it seems they’re letting anybody in nowadays. Why don’t you come have one more drink with me? We’ll catch up?”

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I was just heading out. But let’s do lunch soon, yeah?”

“Oh, heaven’s, I’d love that. I’m going to keep you to your word.”

“You do that.”

“It’s good to see you out and about without crutches, darling. You have a good night.”

“You, too, love. You’re looking very pretty.”

Hedda giggled like a school girl before she turned and kept walking. The minute she was turned, Gene practically ran towards the stairs next to the elevator.

Gene unlocked the hotel room door and, when he stepped in, he immediately noticed her heels were laying in the middle of the floor, a sign to him that she made it to the room.

“I’m here,” he called out kicking off his own shoes next to her stilettos.

“I’ll be right out, darling,” she said from the bathroom.

He stood next to the closed bathroom door, “Hedda fucking saw me, baby, she tried chatting. I blew her off real quick.”

He heard her giggle from inside, which made him smile as he walked over to the closet door. He was hanging up his suit jacket when he heard the door open behind him.

“Can you believe Hedda showed up,” he heard her say incredibly, “Out of all people, the gossip Queen.”

“Well,” he said slipping his tie off, “Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been one of our spouses.”

He turned around to face her, about to close the closet door, when he saw her. She was minding her own business as she took off her earrings, standing there in a black, strapless, lace teddy which had garters attached holding up her thigh high stockings.

Judy made a disgusted face at the thought of what Gene just said, “Oh, geez, please don’t say things like that. Don’t even think it.”

“Oh, honey,” he mumbled impressed, and turned on at her attire, as he swung the closet door shut behind him.

As Judy tossed her earrings on the bedside table, she looked at him and immediately noticed him eyeing her body with a look that would scare a virgin.

“What,” she giggled.

Gene looked at her in disbelief by her question, “You,” he chuckled. Judy walked up to him and placed her hands arms around his neck, “You’ve always seen me in lingerie.”

“I know, but,” he said looked down at her full, but petite, breasts against his chest, “Over two months, honey.”

“Well, I probably would have surprised you naked, but I actually need help getting out of this,” she gestured to the back of it.

“What, your handmaiden off duty,” he teased.

“Tonight she is,” she teased back, undoing a few of the buttons on his shirt, as she spoke with a very seductive voice.

He stayed still as she undid each one. When she finished, she slid the white dress shirt off his arms and then immediately ran her hands under his undershirt. Gene’s chest rose as he took a slow, but deep, breath in as her flat hands ran up his toned stomach to his chest. Gene closed his eyes as she leaned in and gave him a kiss on his neck, leaving a red lipstick mark on his skin as she did so.

Leaning back, Judy lifted the undershirt and he lift his arms so she could toss it off him. When she leaned in to kiss his chest, he immediately grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at him, in a good, and oh, so sexual, way. The sudden move made her gasp in an excited delight as she was staring straight into his eyes. Their eyes clouded over. He wanted to fuck her and she wanted to be fucked. Gene leaned in to kiss her, but he stopped short of her lips, eyeing her face up and down as her eyes closed and her lips parted. When her eyes opened, not feeling his kiss, a kiss she longed for, she saw his eyes twinkling with tease. She wasn’t in the mood for games.

Judy leaned forward to kiss him, but his hand slid up the back of her head, taking her silky hair in his fist, and he held her back, gently, but in control. Gene leaned in to kiss her again, and her mouth opened, but he then diverted, leaving a trail of kisses along her neck, sucking a bit with each one. She leaned her head back a bit and sighed, feeling his heavenly touch. She barely felt his other hand fumbling with the back of her teddy, where the lace criss-crossed up a series of hooks.

Gene leaned back from her and swiftly turned her around, her hands falling flat against the full-length mirror on the closet door to balance herself. It was another move that surprised her, but she loved knowing he was frustrated.

“What the hell, Judy,” he said.

“The back is built like a corset.”

“Why doesn’t this have a zipper like the others,” he said, his expression showing as if he were looking at a map of greater Pittsburg.

Judy let out a breathy laugh and looked at his reflection through the mirror, “You have to slide the ties from the hooks.” He started one, and it caught, she she spoke up, with a tone as if she were talking to an impatient child, “Gently.”

Gene looked up her with a stubborn expression and yanked, none-so-gently, her body slightly yanking with it. He did it again, and then another, until she felt the garment getting looser.

“Or that,” she said, “But ruin my new lingerie in the process,” she mumbled but let him continue.

Gene ignored her as he looked down at her bottom, slightly arched back, as she held herself against the mirror. She was only inches away from his growing erection.

Judy was looking down, not noticing that he took a step forward, until she felt him against her bottom, and then there was another yank. She smiled biting her bottom lip as she felt the excited tingles in her tummy now evolve as an exquisite ache between her legs.

When he was done with the last one, she turned around and he took another step, his body now over-towering hers, her back pressing against the mirror.

“Never wear that again, please.”

“You seemed to enjoy the view,” she said as her finger nails tickled his sides.

Gene’s expression was softer as he moved some hair away from her face before he finally leaned down to kiss her. Judy wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling him tighter as his lips tugged and pulled at hers, as his tongue slid erotically over her own. She reciprocated back just the same until they were both breathless.

He pulled back and rest his forehead against hers a moment, relishing in the moment of being with her again. But when he heard her whisper, “I’ve missed you,” he wanted to give her what she came here for..so badly.

Reaching down, his hands grasped her thighs right under her tush, and lifted her up. They both let out a small grunt as her body landed against his, her thighs high around his waist. She giggled as she looked down at him as he walked them across the room, towards the bed, smiling back at her.

Suddenly, Gene dropped her onto the mattress, like a doll landing on her back, and she let out a shriek. But before she could process anything, he grabbed her under her knees and yanked her towards him, his hips between her legs now. He leaned over her, holding himself up off her body as his hands sunk into the mattress next to her head and he gave her another delicious kiss. As he did, Judy reached down and unclasped her garters from her stockings, anticipating his next move was to rid her of the material she was wearing. And last thing she wanted to do was frustrate him more with ladies’ complicated undergarments.

Just as she expected, he stood back up so he could undress her. He lowered the teddy from her chest, pulling down until her legs accommodating it to slide completely off of her. It was inside out by the time he tossed it behind him. Gene gazed upon her as his hands ran over her black thigh highs, “You’re beautiful.”

She smiled, always feeling beautiful when they were together, and she reached her hands up, over his, to help him slide the nylon down.

Gene slid her hands away, “Leave them on.”

She smiled, rolling her eyes teasing, “Leg man.”

“Shh,” he said with a certain kind of seriousness he possessed whenever he was concentrated on something.

The bed made a slight sound as his body shifted, towering over her again, her hand was grasping his hair as his mouth reminded her that he was not only a leg man, but tits, too. As he gave equal treatment to the other, she whimpered, and he could feel her try to press her thighs together, but his one knee was kneeling between her, making it impossible to do so. His other hand traveled between them, to help her relieve some of the pressure. He wasn’t surprised that she was soaked already, she normally was whenever he was about to make love to her. But the thought of how much he could arouse her, never failed to make his dick as hard as an 18-year-old.

When Judy felt Gene leave a trail of kisses down her stomach, his mouth about to replace his hand, she tried scooting away and he lifted his head.

“No, no way,” she said adamantly.

He looked at her a little taken back. She loved when he pleased her that way, and he loved it. He loved her reactions and had intended to give her, her first orgasm of the night that way.

As if she could read his thoughts, she sat up, “I want you to be inside of me when I come.”

Most of the time, Judy always had some form of a second orgasm during intercourse, after coming from Gene’s mouth. It was not as strong, but still delightful. However, tonight she was afraid that her body might fail her if she came just from oral sex. And she knew she wouldn’t last long. She wanted to savor the time with him. That’s why, after she slowly undid his buckle and dropped his pants, she caressed him with her hand instead of her mouth, because she knew he wouldn’t last either.

Standing, but bending down as he sucked on her lower plush lip, he willfully took her wrist away from him. It twitched when he did, missing the feeling of her soft milking motions. After laying her back down, he rest his body on top of hers, but not to crush her, and they made out for a few minutes, always enjoying that type of intimacy. The kisses became erotic, heavy, as his hands caressed her breasts down to her thighs and up again. Her fingertips dug at the skin on his back, her hips rising to get closer to his hard arousal that slid up and down her entrance.

She whimpered in frustration and agony, “I can’t,” she managed to get out against his lips. She didn’t speak an entire sentence but he knew she couldn’t wait any longer. Her body was hot and bothered, as was his, but with a more refrain.

Standing up, her bottom at the edge of the bed, he held her thighs against him as he slowly slid into her. Her walls immediately grasped him making him groan loudly with relief and satisfaction. His reaction amused her as she let out a laugh through her gasp, feeling his pulse in an opposite rhythm of hers, making the sensation feel delicious.

He wasted no time fucking her and she responded whole-heartedly. Her sighs quickly turned into mewling cries as the pressure made her forget her surroundings. All she concentrated upon was the feeling of him sliding in and out and a burst of a feeling of love spread through out her chest, tingling her nipples. She bit her bottom lip and arched her head back as her hands slid over her breasts in a sensual way. Gene reached forward, placing one hand on top of hers, to remind her he was still there as she seemed to be drifting into another world of pleasure.

But his movement hit her just right, and she lifted her head gasping, “Right there.” “Yeah,” he said, mostly to himself through a sexual haze as his hands braced against her hips, keeping her in that same place so he could give her a great finish.

Her cries turned into loud moans as her body tightened, and started to twitch around him and his pace quickened, his hips smacking hard against her skin. Judy’s hands reached above her head, grasping the white comforter as if something to hold onto as the buildup was making her toes curl.

“Oh,” she squeaked but lost her voice as it burst long and hard inside of her. Gene didn’t let up either, he kept at it, fucking her through her orgasm to make it last.

He didn’t even remember feeling her that tight around him and it made him dizzy as all his muscles were strained, his face nearly red, trying to hold out until she was sated. He was about to let himself go when she suddenly grabbed his wrist and gasped.

“Oh, Gene,” she tightened again whimpered, “Please.”

Feeling her coming again, made him proud, but was torture. He thought he was going to die at the sensation of not coming then. But he held himself together, nearly holding his breath, as he pounded her to a second orgasm. When he felt her gush around him, he let go without warning and his knees buckled. His hand quickly braced himself on the bed before crushing her.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned loudly as he continuing his pace as he shot out inside of her but it kept coming. “Fuck,” he repeated.

When he himself was completely drained, and her aftershocks wore off, he collapsed onto his back next to her. His skin was red, his heart was pounding, he felt like he just ran a marathon, but it was so worth it. He turned his head to look at her, and her hands were on her forehead, looking up at the ceiling almost in shock. It made him laugh through his heavy breathing.

She, in turn, let out her own giggle, “Oh my Gosh.”

Jazz was playing softly over the radio as Gene leaned next to the window, in one of the hotel’s, white complimentary robes, smoking a cigarette. He looked deep in thought as he stared down at Hollywood Boulevard still all lit up and still lively. His eyes saw the surroundings, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Anything exciting happening out there,” Judy asked as she walked out of the bathroom in a matching robe.

“No, but for what time it is, there’s sure a lot of people out.”

Judy walked over and peeked out, her eyes fixated on groups outside of Graumans Chinese Theater.

“Most likely tourists.” “And probably all taking pictures with your hand and footprints.”

“Yours soon, too, darling.”

“You seem pretty sure of yourself.”

“Because I am. How can they not? All I did was sing about a rainbow and be Andy Hardy’s girlfriend. You’re one of the most talented dancers and actors I’ve ever met.”

Gene let out a chuckle and placed his hand on her back rubbing up and down, “You’re sweet.”

“No, I’m honest,” she corrected and walked over to the bed.

He followed suit and they sat opposite of a silver tray of fresh fruit and veggie’s that they had ordered from room service.

“What were you thinking about at the window?”

“Oh, just about being here right now and how everything sees alright in the world, even though I know it’s not. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time, even though I’ve been off work all this time,” he made a face as if he were contradicting himself, “Does that sound silly?”

Judy nodded as she took a bite of a strawberry, “No.”

“Or maybe it’s just the ‘afterglow’ of sex,” he teased.

Judy heard his playful tone but she could tell there was something else behind it. She spoke carefully, “When’s the last time you had sex?”

Gene looked up at her a little hesitant at first, then responded, “When I was with you,” he said and bit into a carrot stick.

Judy gave him a genuinely surprised expression, “Are you joking?”

“Why would I joke about something like that?”

“I don’t mean it like that, darling, I’m just a little shocked.”

“Why? Because I’m married?” Judy gave a nod and he continued a little irritated, “What does that matter, anyways. How about you?”

“Just as long.” Gene gave her a look that showed he didn’t believe her and she immediately defended herself, “I’m serious. I mean, I’ve given...” she tried to find the right word to be respectful to Gene, “I’ve been a generous wife.”

Gene immediately made a disgusted face and put his hand up not wanting to think about her giving her husband a blow job.

She continued, “But he hasn’t been interested in anything else.”

“Do you think it’s because he knows about us?”

“No,” she said popping a grape into her mouth, “That’s the funny part. When he found out about us on our last picture, you know, our history together way before he and I even got together, he kind of accepted it that I wasn’t going to give you up.”

“Vince is a very ‘happy wife, happy life,’ kind of guy.”

“The thing is, Gene, we still made love after that. But now, we kind of have this cloud over us. He’s still lovely as ever towards me, I know he’s still disappointed that I got him replaced on Easter Parade.”

“He’ll come around.”

“I’m back with you, darling,” she said reaching over to place her hand on top of his, “That’s all I care about at the moment.”

Gene picked up her hand, kissing it, before she pulled away. They were silent a moment before she spoke up again, “Gene?”

“Ya?”

“Why has it been so long for you?”

“Does it really matter,” he asked sounding a little angry.

“Yes, because I just told you about me and Vincente. You said earlier that Betsy wouldn’t miss you if you disappeared for a night. Why?”

“Because she jumped in the sack with Ted Harper, my golf partner, while I’ve been recovering. He’s the same guy whose house I was at when I broke my fucking ankle.”

Judy’s mouth opened in complete shock. Betsy was the last person she ever expected to cheat.

“Yeah,” he said seeing her reaction, “Can you believe that?”

“Is she still with him?”

“No clue. We had words,” he chuckled remembering their screaming match, “Oh, boy, did we have words. She says they aren’t anymore, but I’m not sure what to believe. I ran into Ted the other day. It took everything in my power to punch the living daylights out of him.”

“Why even bother, Gene.”

“Because she’s still my wife and he was my golfing partner. It’s disgusting, a complete disgrace.” When he saw her look he continued, “Imagine if you were home sick and you found out that, say,…Kay slept with your husband during that time…”

“I’d be devastated.”

“Thank you.”

“How are you and Betsy right now?”

“We came to equal terms, let’s just say that. We’re going to try to move past it.”

“Are you kidding,” she asked, “She slept with your friend after you broke your ankle, how can you just let it slide like that?”

“The same way she’s letting it slide that I was sleeping with you after she had my baby.”

Judy dropped her fruit and looked at him wide eyed, “She knows?”

“It slipped out when we were fighting. I guess I was trying to hurt her in the moment, hurt her the way she hurt me. I regret it, but at the same time it feels good that she finally knows. That’s where we ‘shook hands’ sort-to-speak.”

“Gene, I cannot believe you told her!”

“What are you getting pissed about? Your husband knows.”

“My husband is a part of the studio system. He knows to keep his damn mouth shut. What if she opens her mouth and ‘let’s it slip’ to someone else? A reporter will hear it, it’ll get out, and the studio will eat us alive.”

“She won’t do that. Besides, she only thinks we had an affair during My Gal. As far as she’s concerned, we’ve moved on and you’re married in a studio’s match made in heaven.”

“You won’t tell her about now?”

“Nope, same reason you won’t tell Vince. So, let’s just move on from this conversation, shall we?”

“Fine,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “I was getting bored anyways.”

“Oh, you were getting bored?”

“Mm, hm,” she said popping another piece of fruit in her mouth.

“Let’s make you un-bored then,” he said before grabbing her arm.

She shrieked as she landed on his lap, but screamed in laughter as he started a tickling match.

It was 10 a.m. and the sky was a very dark gray. Jazz music was lightly playing over the radio as rain pound against the hotel window, rare, but not unheard of, for Los Angeles. The morning was so very comfy, and so very titillating for Judy, as Gene had woken her up with his head between her legs. It was so delicious, she felt simply heavenly, as she sleepily enjoyed the unhurried attention of his mouth slowly building her pleasure. Gene heard her moan as he felt her hand go to his head, running her hands through his hair massaging his scalp as his head moved ever so gently, and rhythmically, against her. Lifting his hands, he untied her robe so he could run his hand along her breasts to heighten her sensation. Suddenly, her belly started quivering unevenly followed by mewling cries and he knew she was close. He smiled against her as he locked his arms around her thighs to hold her down in place. Usually she ended up pushing his head away as she came, but he wanted to feel it. His licks against her pearl became more intense, only stopping to suck hard, before releasing and starting over again. Judy grabbed his hair in her fist, arching her back, moaning. The sound of his mouth pleasuring her just accelerated her pleasure and she couldn’t help but give off a breathy giggle with happiness. Everything about him brought her happiness. Gene barely heard her whisper that she was coming as the sound of her giggle made his heart explode. He wanted to climb inside of her being, her soul, and never leave. When he felt her thighs lock against his head, followed by her loud cry, he quickly moved his mouth to her entrance, moving his tongue in and out of her as her muscles wildly contracted around it. Judy thought she’d die of the sensation, and for a moment, had a selfish thought of wanting him to stay there forever.

When he felt her body relax, his softly kissed his way up her body until he reached her lips, and then they enjoyed a lovely, and passionate, good morning kiss. When he pulled back, she smiled gently lifted her arms from his waist and placed them around his neck, “That felt amazing, thank you.” “You are very welcome, sweetheart,” he replied and leaned in for another French kiss. Judy felt his arousal against her stomach and she reached down to caress him. He didn’t show any signs of resistance as her wrist moved up and down at a steady pace, their mouths sucking and pulling at each other’s lips, until he buried his face in her neck to lay kisses there. When Judy heard his soft groan, she released him and placed her hands on his chest pushing him off of he. He rolled over, laying on his back, his head lifted slightly against the head board as he watched her straddle him. And she easily slid down onto him. Gene loved overpowering her during sex, showing her how much she was desired, but he also loved this: her tiny body on top of him as he was completely buried inside of her. With her open robe slightly falling off her shoulder, Judy’s hips slowly grind back and forth against his pelvic bone as she pressed her hands slightly on his chest to balance herself. She felt Gene’s finger tips start to caress her thighs up and down and she linked eyes with him. When she did, the look on his face, the way he was staring as her, made her feel loved so much that the sensation made her almost tear up. Gene saw the unconditional love reciprocated on her face, and he exhaled roughly through his nose, keeping his own emotions in check. But Judy could see right through him, like he could her. “Come here,” he said, placing his hand on the back of her neck and she complied, leaning forward to kiss him. For minutes, his hands swept her hair off her face, their foreheads touching as she she breathed against his lips and cheeks. Her movement of her hips brought higher and higher until he was groaning, his hips bucking up into her until he shot out his love into her again. Judy stood in front of the mirror, in her cocktail dress, placing her earrings back on, when she watched Gene walk out of the bathroom, now back in his suit. He looked a little solemn, which mirrored her own feelings. Neither wanted to leave the other. When he leaned against the wall, placing his hands in his pockets, his eyes met hers through the reflection. Judy lowered hers a moment before turning around and walking straight to him, placing her cheek on his chest. His arms engulfed her and seemingly they both glanced at the time. They had only ten more minutes until she had to check out, they could already hear the maid’s carts in the hallway. “Do you think there’s a difference between loving somebody and being in-love with somebody?” Judy thought for a moment, knowing exactly where this was heading, “Love to me is a lot of things, Gene, and being in-love is very broad.” “How so?” “Because I think it feels different with each person. I’ve been in-love with different men, and each time none of it felt the same. When you’re in-love with someone, you just know, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” “Does that scare you?” “Love doesn’t scare me.” “Why don’t you look at me and say that,” he said leaning back. She stood up straight and looked at him in the eyes, “Love doesn’t scare me.” “Yes, it does.” “Someone’s love for me doesn’t scare me. My love for others scares me, because of them possibly not feeling the same. Does it scare you?” “What scares me is being head-over-heels in-love with someone and I have to hide it.” Judy looked down, shaking her head, “Gene…” “Judy, let’s face it, we fell in-love. And like you said, there’s was no stopping it.” “The timing is horrible.” “It sure as hell is.” It was no secret to them that neither were ready to leave their families. It was something they both understood, as they were dealing with on a personal level. If they were prepared, they would’ve done so years ago. “Can’t we just be together,” she pleaded, “Even though I’m in-love with you, I still love my husband, my family. I’m not ready to give either of you up.” Gene chuckled and kissed her, “I feel the same way. Is that selfish?” “Not to me, but it would sound preposterous to others, don’t you think,” she giggled. “Well, we’re anything but simple, you and me,” he was quiet a moment, thinking, before he continued, “Honey, can we make a deal?” “Hm?” “Two more years…I’ll give it two more years. If we’re both still not happy with our spouses, let’s make a deal to just end it with them and move on together. Otherwise, what’s the point?” Judy moved her lips, about to speak, but she thought about it to herself a second. Gene looked at her with apprehensively but when he saw her finally smile, he relaxed. “Deal,” she said reaching her hand out to shake his but instead he took it and kissed the back of it. A knock on the door startled them and they heard ‘housekeeping’. “Be out in a second, thank you,” Gene yelled. He turned back to her and put his hands on her face to kiss her once more, “I love you.” “I love you, too.” “See ya at the studio.” “You bet,” she winked.

#judy garland #gene kelly #jgfans #fanfiction #jugenea

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isitgintimeyet · 5 years ago

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Road To The Aisles

AO3

A few days later than anticipated but here it is... and the wedding is getting closer.

Thanks to @wickedgoodbooks, @happytoobserve, @mo-nighean-rouge for their support and to you for reading. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 22: An Unsolicited Overture

“Really, Mr. Collins,' cried Elizabeth with some warmth, 'you puzzle me exceedingly. If what I have hitherto said can appear to you in the form of encouragement, I know not how to express my refusal in such a way as to convince you of its being one.”

― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

Claire opened up her phone and scrolled down the list, mentally ticking off the various entries. With most of the wedding paraphernalia already at Lallybroch, this was mainly their and William’s personal items for the coming weekend. And as soon as Jamie returned from collecting William, they could finally pack the car and be on their way.

All the cases and boxes were stacked, waiting by the front door. Just one more thing to add to the pile.

Claire slid the wardrobe door open in the spare bedroom. There it was, pristine in its garment bag. She inspected the surgical tape positioned across the head of the zip. Still intact, untampered with. It wasn't that she didn't trust Jamie not to take a peek, it was just, well, she wanted the absolute knowledge that the first time he would see the dress was as she was walking towards him on Sunday.

She closed her eyes for a moment - less than forty eight hours before she married Jamie… and she couldn’t wait. Everything was going to plan up at Lallybroch, according to Mrs. Crook, who had been an absolute godsend to Claire and Jamie. She had willingly undertaken the role of event planner, acting as their go between when they were unable—due to time, distance and other commitments—to deal with things face to face.

Mrs. Crook had just rung up to confirm that the marquee and portaloos were now in place, with the flooring, tables and chairs ready and waiting. Claire breathed a sigh of relief. Tomorrow would be a frantic day, she knew, but it was all coming together nicely. Nothing would go wrong now.

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

Jamie tapped the steering wheel impatiently. It had been a while since he had had to make this Friday evening journey to Geneva’s house to pick William up and city centre rush hour traffic had certainly not improved in that time. Why Geneva had decided not to put William into nursery today was unfathomable… or maybe not. Perhaps it was just a way to cause maximum disruption to himself and Claire on the eve (or, rather, eve’s eve) of their wedding. Hopefully, William would be ready to go and they could be on their way quickly… back to Claire and then up to Lallybroch to start their weekend.

Jamie grinned at the thought of their wedding weekend. Tomorrow would be hectic, he realised that, with all the last minute preparations and arrangements.After this evening, there would be no quiet time for him and Claire until—he smiled again—until their wedding night.

Eventually, Jamie pulled up outside Geneva’s house and hurried to the door. Unusually, Geneva answered the door promptly and ushered Jamie into the hall.

“Hello,’ Jamie greeted her politely. “Is William ready? I need tae be on the way. We’ve a fair drive this evening.”

He had decided not to remind Geneva about the wedding. There was no point in rubbing salt into the proverbial wound.

“Can you come in for a minute? There’s something I need to discuss.” She sounded nervous, worried.

“Is it about William? He’s alright, is he no’? Is that why he didna go tae nursery?” Jamie spoke rapidly.

“He’s fine. It’s not about him. Well…”

Jamie followed Geneva into the living room, his stomach suddenly in knots.

“Ye’re no’ planning on moving? I thought ye’d decided no tae that.”

She turned and rested a hand lightly on his forearm.

“Jamie, it’s not that. It’s…” she took a deep breath and continued. “It’s not too late, you know… for us. If you wanted us to be a real family—you, me and William. We could try. I know you have the wedding this weekend, but, if you really wanted you could stop it. Claire would get over it, I’m sure. We could make it work, you and I. I know you have a problem with my mother, but I could talk to her. She would understand.”

Jamie gently detached Geneva’s hand from his arm and shook his head. This was an unfamiliar side to her. Usually so full of self confidence and clear in her demands, this was different, almost pleading. She was not treating it as a game this time, eager not to lose, but with a sincere hope that he could… would… change his mind and choose her. But his choice wasn’t about William having parents who lived together, or about Louisa being less involved in their lives. His choice was simple and always would be. His choice was Claire, his only Sassenach.

“Geneva,” he spoke slowly and clearly. “This isna about William. We know that he has two parents who love him and live separately. I will always do ma best fer him, but that doesna mean we should try tae be together.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but Jamie continued. “Nor is it about yer mother. Interfering or no’, I would have found a way tae deal with her… if I had wanted tae. It is about Claire. I have found the woman I want to spend ma life with, that I want tae make a commitment tae and nothing will change that. This is no’ healthy fer ye, Geneva, ye need tae move on. We were never a good match, ye and I. Ye must realise that. I love Claire and I always will.”

Silence filled the room. Jamie shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, keen to take his leave. His son came to his rescue as a cry came through the baby monitor, rousing Geneva into action.

“I’ll go and fetch William. He’s in his cot.” Geneva's air of vulnerability vanished as her usual mask of self confidence fell into place once more.

Jamie waited by the front door as Geneva returned with William already in his car seat. He squealed and eagerly kicked his legs at the sight of his father. Jamie took the car seat and kissed his son’s cheek.

“Bye, Geneva. I’ll drop William off at nursery on Tuesday as agreed.”

“Bye then. See you.” She started to close the front door behind them, then paused. “Er, hope everything goes… er….”

Jamie turned. “Thank ye.”

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

“She said what?” Claire spoke louder than she had intended, rousing William from his nap in the back of the car. “Oh sorry, darling.”

She reached behind her seat and stroked William’s leg.

“Will she ever give up, I wonder? Can she not get the message?” Claire twisted the strap of her bag agitatedly. “What will it take?”

Jamie stroked her knee briefly before pulling over to the side of the road. He shifted in his seat, turning to face Claire and brought his hand up to her cheek.

“Should I no’ have told ye? I wasna sure whether tae tell ye, but I jes’ decided I had tae. I dinna want tae be starting our marriage with a secret between us.”

“No, you did right. It’s just… just… it frustrates me so much. Does she really think you are going to change your mind? You’ve had plenty of opportunity before now.”

“Aye, but this felt, somehow more final. I ken this will be the last time. She needs tae move on wi’ someone else. She and I were never a match, Sassenach, and she kens that right enough.”

Jamie took Claire’s hand and nervously twisted the diamond solitaire on her finger. “Ye ken I didna do anything tae give her any encouragement. It was as much of a surprise tae me as tae ye, Sassenach.”

Now it was Claire’s turn to provide the reassurance to Jamie. She pressed her hand on his chest and felt his heart beating, faster at first then slowing down into its usual rhythm as his worries disappeared with her soothing touch.

“I know that, Jamie. I know you.”

The quiet of the moment was suddenly interrupted by a squeaking sound from the back seat. They both craned their heads around to see William enthusiastically squeezing his new plush hedgehog, babbling in delight as he repeatedly pressed the squeaker hidden inside the toy’s body.

Claire laughed. “Did you know when you bought it?”

A look of pride crept over Jamie’s face. “Truly, I didna. But look at him, He’s a clever lad tae be figuring that out sae quickly. Aye, so ye are, ma wee man.”

“We’ve still got another hour on the road. You might not be so keen on that toy by the time we get to Lallybroch.”

“And,” Claire added as Jamie started the car. “Please make sure he doesn’t have that toy on Sunday afternoon. Our wedding vows interspersed with William’s squeaky hedgehog is not what I want our guests to remember.”

******

Lallybroch stood dark and quiet as everyone settled down for the night.

Jamie lay on his side next to Claire, her arse nestling into his thighs, his hand reaching around to cup her breast. He sighed contentedly, his breath lightly tickling her neck. The steady sound of William snoring came through the baby monitor on the bedside table.

He sighed again. “I’m going tae miss this tomorrow night, when ye’ll be here all on yer own and I’m having tae bunk in wi’ Murtagh. Are ye sure ye dinna want me here instead? Ye’ll be awfa lonely,.. jes’ one wee Sassenach in this great big bed.”

Claire wedged her bottom more firmly into Jamie. “ I am not breaking with tradition. You’ll have to manage for one night.”

“Alright, Sassenach.”

The darkness in the bedroom was absolute. A velvety blackness cocooning the two of them in their own private world. Claire lifted Jamie’s hand from her breast and brought it to her lips, kissing it softly before returning it to its original position.

“Jamie, can I ask you a question?”

“I presume ye mean two questions, seeing as how ye’ve already asked one.”

She dug her elbow quickly into his ribs in chastisement.

“You’ve had girlfriends before me…”

She felt Jamie tense slightly, unsure where this line of questioning was going.

“... and I know at least one of them before me wasn’t from Scotland. I’m not prying but… did you ever call them Sassenach?”

His body relaxed as he kissed her neck.

“Nah, only ye. Ye’re the only one I ever called Sassenach, or given any name tae. When I was a bairn, Mam had a pet name fer me. She called me Sawny… it’s from Alexander, ye ken. That was between her and me. It was special. Tae me, a pet name, a nickname, it’s, weel, it’s more than affectionate. It’s a sign of love.”

“But you called me that on our first date.”

“Aye, I did. Like I say, it’s a sign of love. And I kent that then. Then, now and forever, ma Sassenach.”

#outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #Jamie Fraser #Claire Beauchamp #Road To The Aisles #Chapter 22

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yourdeepestfathoms · 5 years ago

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Children of The Gods

This is a gift for my amazing friend @lesbabe6, who is also the creator of this AU! Sorry it took so long to write, babes, but I hope you like it!!

Also, note: I know jackshit about Greek mythology and the personality of the gods/goddesses, so please don’t kill me if I got their characterizations wrong. I didn’t go through That Phase, so I’m going off of what I was told and the limited research I did.

That being said, enjoy the Six demigod AU!

[Tour!verse]

———————

Pale slivers of sunlight bleed in through the high window at the center of the church hall, casting shadows that reach like long black needles across the floor. There, beneath the rays, Aragon kneels in front of the altar. In the light, she truly feels divine, clean, holy- the way God intended her to be. However, that feeling is snatched away the moment she steps out of the soothing, warm glow.

No matter how much she prayed, she would never be a child of God, as the Lord was not her creator. Nay, the blood that flowed through her veins was not like the people she was desperate to be kin with.

From behind, there is a loud beating of wings and the fluttering of feathers. Catherine of Aragon, daughter of Nemesis, goddess of revenge, squares her shoulders, but does not turn around.

“Still bowing in these musty buildings I see,” Says her mother, “My child, your wishes for complete mortality are foolish. When will you realize how blessed you are?”

“This is ANYTHING but a bless-” Aragon stopped, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, “I did not call you to fight. I need your help.”

“Oh?” Nemesis quirks a brow. She folds her white wings neatly against her back, intrigued enough to stay. “And what might that be?”

“I want to get back at the whore who ruined my marriage.” Aragon states. Her tone is bitter and the anger flickering in her eyes amuses her mother. “I want that bastard to suffer the way she’s made me suffer. That is what I request, mother.”

Nemesis hums, thoroughly entertained by the offer. She taps her chin, gliding over to her demi-spawn, who she gazes down on with sharp eyes.

“An interesting proposition.” She says, “You are quite upset, yes?”

“Yes.” Aragon nods.

“Then I shall do it.” Nemesis says, noting how Aragon perks slightly at her agreement. “However,” She halts her daughter’s upcoming celebration, “You know my conditions.”

“An eye for an eye,” Aragon murmurs. Her body tenses. “You’re holding me to that? Even though I’m your daughter?”

“Of course,” Nemesis says, “They’re my rules.”

“I am NOT giving you one of my eyes!”

“I never said it had to be an eye,” Nemesis points out, “I just need something in return for helping you.” She opens her wings, “Or you could always do it yourself. You are a demigod. Use that clever brain of yours, child.”

“The extent of my powers is in no comparison to yours!” Aragon says, desperation oozing into her voice, “Please, mother, you-” She sets a hand on the small bump on her stomach. “You can take my child.”

For a moment, what looks like shock flits across Nemesis�� face before she calms her features. However, her feathers remain moderately ruffled.

“Your...baby?”

Aragon takes a deep breath.

“Yes.”

Nemesis is silent for a long moment.

“If that’s what you truly offer,” She says, “then you have a deal.”

With a wave of her mother’s hand, a sharp pain struck Aragon in the stomach, causing her to gasp and stagger. Nemesis leapt forward and steadies her daughter, who is clutching tightly at her midsection.

“Is it…”

“It has been done.”

——————

“Are you scared?’

Hermes has never been the most fearsome of gods, what with those strange little wings he wears and him being one of the youngest, so Anne wasn’t too worried about facing him in her prison cell in the tower.

“Not exactly.” Answers the daughter of the merchant and herald god.

“You brought it upon yourself,” Hermes chides, as if his child didn’t already know, “I mean- using your powers to run around and sleep with other men before you could get caught!”

“I really am your daughter.” Anne smirked.

Hermes’ crossed arms tense over his chest. Then, he clicks his tongue, shook his head, and laughed.

“That you are.” He says, “However, I am unable to do anything about your current predicament. Your fate is now set in the stone.”

“So this is really it?”

“I’m afraid so.” Hermes frowns, “For now, at least.”

Anne raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Soon, child. Soon.”

——————

Being the daughter of the god of healing, medicine, music, and poetry, Jane was always very confident in her healing powers. She remembers once how she fixed the broken leg of a small fawn when she was just a little girl, earning a pleased hum from not only her father, but also her father’s twin sister.

Since then, helping others has always been at the top of Jane Seymour’s mind. Discreetly, she would mend the scraped knees of fallen children, regenerate the worst of a wounded soldier’s injuries, soothe the burns on a servant’s hand after they accidentally touched the hot metal of a steaming kettle.

That being said, she wasn’t really that scared of her pregnancy. Yes, she heard about the mortality rates of child birth, but she had faith in her powers. She was constantly using the magic on her baby to keep them healthy inside of her womb, and she could always heal herself if something went wrong. The fear was quelled.

And yet...

The birth was painful. More painful than Joan had been expecting. She was so focused on pushing and breathing that she barely had any chances to use her magic to keep her health stable. And when an opportunity did come about, she either filtered the healing sensation into the baby she was worried for or used it to fix the hand of the poor, young lady in waiting she was grasping onto so tightly the bones may have broken.

Hours passed. Then days. Even after the baby is born- a beautiful, bouncing boy named Edward- Jane struggles between the lines of life and death. If she isn't unconscious, then she’s struggling to breathe over the pain or begging to see her son. Her pleading requests are always shut down.

Her magic is but a faint flicker within her. She has tried to mend any damaged flesh (the nurses were saying her vagina badly tore down to her rectum) but the power is either very weak or not working at all.

The latter seemed more likely.

“Am I dying?”

At first, it seemed like Jane is talking to no one, as the only person in the room with her is the young lady in waiting she had been clinging to while giving birth, who was asleep in a chair in the corner of the room.

But then a beam of sun cut through the thick grey storm clouds outside, bathing the bedroom in the glow. A man appears before her very eyes.

“I'm afraid so, my dear,” Apollo frowns, “You overused your magic on your son. Keeping him alive and safe.”

“Is be okay?” Jane asks, “Is he-”

“He's fine, sweeting,” Apollo soothes her. He crosses over to the bed and takes one of her frail hands, using the other to stroke back her sweaty bangs. “Perfectly healthy.”

Jane nodded weakly. A fresh wave of pain hits her and she screwed her eyes shut.

“Can I hold him?” She wheezes out, “My son... Please...please let me hold Edward once...”

Apollo frowned. He gently strokes his thumb over her knuckles.”

“I'm sorry, my sweet. I can't do that.” He says.

“But-”

“Rest... Rest...”

——————

“What you have done is quite foolish.”

Cleves laughed and splatters of blood come out of her mouth. She looks up at her father, Mars, and grinned, despite the gash in her stomach.

“You are my father.” She says.

“That I am,” Mars says, “But you have ruined your mortal vessel. You're going to die.”

Cleves grunted and tried to push herself up into a sitting position, but is halted by the pain. Mars presses her back down into the damp grass, his hands surprisingly gentle.

“Do you hate me, father?” Asked the dying woman.

Mars pursed his lips and brushed Cleves' blood-spattered cheek with a tender finger. For a moment, he almost doesn’t seem like the god of war.

“I could never hate such a great warrior,” He says, “You have made me very proud, Anna. And now, you die an honored death.”

Cleves smiled up at her father. She feels him ease the sword clenched tightly in her fingers out of her hand and she breathes a shuddering, but relieved breath.

“I'm glad.” She whispers. Her eyelids grow heavy.

“One day, you will raise your sword again.” She hears Mars say. His voice is fading out. “But now is not the time.”

——————

Katherine opens her hand and watches a small rainbow weave and flow around her fingers. Watching the colors sparkle and flit around in the air became one of the only things that bring her comfort ever since she was wed to the king.

Well, there was one other things...

“Is this what you wanted for me?”

Iris, goddess of rainbows, appears in a veil of colorful sparkles. Her beautiful features are creased with worry as she crosses over and kneels beside her young daughter.

“I’ve always imagined you being royalty,” She says, “But this treatment you get? Never.”

Katherine sniffles softly. “Wh-why is this happening to me? I-I...”

“I know not.” Iris replies sadly.

She went to stand up, but Katherine clings tightly to her hand and her heart melts for her child. She pulls the girl into her lap and placed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“When you grow up,” She began, knowing stories usually cheered Katherine up, “You will be a beautiful young woman. Powerful, too.”

“Will I still have my powers?” Katherine asks.

“Well, of course, silly girl,” Iris chuckles, cuddling the girl closer and pressing a loving kiss to her cheek, making her giggle. “You powers will be even more amazing than they are now. You will even be able to shoot beams of light!”

“Woah!” Katherine lit up, her eyes glowing with wonder, “Really?”

“Really.” Iris confirms with a nod, “You will be so strong, my darling. The most amazing demigod the world has ever seen.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

A year later, Katherine believes she was lied to when she is executed. But little did she know...

—————

“As much as I love your passion for my art, all this work you’re doing cannot be good for the baby.”

Cathy perked up at the sound of the voice and twists around to see her mother standing there. She can’t help but smile a little.

“I’m free from Henry,” She says, “I’m going to write.” Her small smile twists up into a smirk, “You worry over me?”

Athena, goddess of wisdom, seems a little ruffled. “Of course,” She says, “I worry over you and the child.”

Cathy set one hand on her six-month-pregnant bump, chuckling lightly. Her mother crosses over and gently touches her belly, feeling the life flutter within her womb.

“What an energetic little one,” She muses.

“They love to kick me in the ribs,” Cathy laughs lightly, “Tell me: Will they have god blood?”

“I am unsure,” Athena admits. She sets her palm flat against the top of Cathy’s stomach, feeling a kick against her hand. “They may. But not half like you are. Less.”

Cathy nodded and turned back to her writing, but Athena grabs her shoulders.

“Ah-ah.” Athena tuts, “To bed with you.”

“But- Mother!”

“Come on,” Athena hauls Cathy to her feet and began guiding her to her bed, “You need to rest. You may continue tomorrow.”

Cathy huffed, but a small smile tugs on her lips as she climbs into bed. She gazes up at her mother, who is watching over her closely.

“You don’t have to stay.”

“I need to make sure you don’t get up and go work whenever I leave.” Athena says, thinking one step ahead. “Just rest, my dear.”

With another small huff, Cathy closes her eyes and began to drift off. She feels her mother gently touch her belly and mutter something, then disappeared.

Thomas lays down beside her.

——————

Hermes watches his youngest child pace about her rooms with a pitiful look settled on his features. His worry ran deep- the girl has barely been sleeping ever since her sister was put in jail and tears seemed to be constantly flowing from her eyes.

“Can't you do something?!” Maggie suddenly exploded, startling Hermes slightly. He calms himself quickly.

“I'm sorry, Margaret,” He says sadly, “There is nothing to be done.”

“But- but you're a god !” Maggie cries, “You should you- should be able to do something! You can save her!”

“I cannot,” Hermes says, “I cannot interfere. She brought this upon herself.”

“Don't say that.” Maggie snarls, stalking up to her father, “Henry wasn’t treating her right! She had every right to do what she did!”

Hermes held a hand up. “You must calm yourself, little one.”

Maggie took a step back and sniffled. Fresh tears filled her eyes, making Hermes’ heart clench for his young daughter.

“I don’t wanna lose her,” Maggie whimpered, pressing into her father’s arms and sobbing into his chest, “I-I need her!”

“I know, little one, I know.” Hermes murmurs, stroking his daughter's hair to try and comfort her, “I don't want to lose your sister, either.”

Maggie shoved Hermes away, her eyes alight with rage and anguish.

“You are a GOD! You- you could save her! You could get someone else to save her! What- what about Hades?!”

“Absolutely not.” Hermes says instantly. He sighed sadly and gave Maggie a sympathetic look. “My child, I'm sorry. I cannot do anything for her. Your sister's soul now lies in Hades’ hands.“

Maggie stares at him in shock before gritting her teeth.

“You're useless.” She seethed before running out.

——————

Joan’s legs burned as she ran through London, spurred forward by the shouting of guards behind her. Their weapons were out, primed for her blood. It was only fair, they thought, since she had killed their queen.

It was a horrifying revelation. Sure, she had a problem with properly regulating her body temperature and the chill she naturally gave off, but had she really been so cold she froze Lady Jane Seymour to freeze to death?

“Run, little snow fox!” Her father cries in her ears, “Don't let them get you!”

Joan ran faster, desperate to get away. Behind her, the clack of a metal contraption cracks loudly- agony explodes in Joan’s right arm.

She howls in pain. She stumbles, falling down to one knee, scraping it against the cold asphalt, but it’s nowhere near as bad as the crossbow bolt sticking out of her arm.

A hoard of guards round the corner. Their swords and spears are up. Joan could already imagine her hot blood dripping from the gleaming blade.

She doesn’t want to die.

Joan thrust her hand out and a freezing ray of frost shoots out from her palm. The ice spreads across the ground and large, sharp icicles rise up to impale several guards through the stomachs and suspend their bodies in the air. Those who didn’t die scream in shock, rage, fear.

One man passes through the frozen spikes and rushed Joan with his sword raised, but he’s too slow. A chunk of ice nails straight through his throat.

People- not just guards, now- screech in terror. They cry in horror about the beast before them, the monster that was slaughtering them all like pigs.

That makes Joan freeze. She looks around and was sick with the fact that the ice has spread and menacing icicles gut people who weren’t even going after her.

She was killing innocents.

The spikes continue to grow at her output of distressed emotions that filter into her magic. She tries to get them to stop, but the frost doesn't listen. One woman cries out for God to save them all.

Her body is ripped by two icicles.

“Snow fox!” Her father yells, but Joan can't move. Scalding tears drip down her cold cheeks and she doesn't even realize it.

A daring soldier rushes at her. She doesn’t move. She craves the end of his blade.

But before her throat could be cut, a man lands in front of her in a freezing whirlwind that startles the guard away. A blizzard rages with just a mere beat of the mysterious man's huge purple wings.

Boreas, god of the north wind, now stands before them all.

Joan stares up at her father with tears in her eyes. He looks back at her pitifully before calling off the ice growing through the streets. The bodies they were lanced in the air fall to the floor into pools of blood and guts.

Boreas speaks no words to the terrified mortals. All he does is save them from the frost, then grabbed his daughter and flew away.

——————

The smell of ash hung heavy in the air. A grey haze leaks out of the mouth of the cave, whorls of smoke wreathing around the trees and twisting into the sky. Amidst all the heat, Maria wipes her brow, but sweat continued to stream down her face regardless of the action.

“Very good,” Hephaestus, god of the forge, hums, watching his daughter create a great, gleaming broadsword in the smith he conjured up in the cave. “Give it a bit more heat.”

Maria nods. After grinding her teeth to make friction in her mouth, she breathes out a bright golden plume of fire onto the blade. She watches the metal glow orange, then brought her hammer onto it, shaping the weapon into perfection.

“Wonderful!” Hephaestus cries, his deep, loud voice booming through the cavern. He plucks up the sword, not affected by the heat of the hot steel, and holds it up to his eyes, admiring it. “This is perfect, my girl!”

“Thank you, father,” Maria says, puffing out her chest in pride. Thin lines of smoke wind out from her nostrils when she breathes out. She laughs when the god ruffles the top of her unruly, ashy hair with one of his large hands. “And thank you for this. For taking time out of your ‘godly duties’ to come do this.”

Hephaestus chuckled deeply. “Anything for my only daughter.”

Maria smiles and then turned back to the forge.

“So, what’s next?”

——————

The deal Hecate and Aphrodite made was surprising to many gods, as they were the last two they expected to get together. However, Aphrodite was not one to back down, so she obliged to Hecate’s proposition. A mere two months later, the goddess of love and the goddess of magic had their hard work paid off.

“It’s a girl.” Aphrodite whispers. In her arms she cradled the newborn goddess- an absolutely tiny little girl with tufts of white hair and dark, gleaming eyes whenever they opened. “She’s got my looks.” Aphrodite adds with a chuckle.

Hecate snorts. She carefully lifts the small bundle that was her new daughter and her twin snakes slither down her shoulders to observe the little thing.

“Great magic runs in her blood.” She says proudly, “What a magnificent goddess she will be.”

Aphrodite takes the baby back, rocking her gently.

“Don’t get too attached.” Hecate reminds.

Aphrodite sighs. “I know.” She pauses, “We’ll have to send her to the mortal world soon, won’t we?”

“That was the plan,” Hecate says. “Name her, at least.”

Aphrodite gazes down at her daughter, who opens her dark eyes with an adorable little yawn. One of her tiny hands grabs onto her mother’s and she giggles softly.

“Elizabeth.”

——————

It’s over five hundred years later when the earth of London shifts with supernatural power.

England’s demigods rise from the Underworld once again.

And, among them, a young goddess who has long forgotten her power awakens from her deep slumber.

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 60

warnings: moments of nsfw-ness here and there. Hold My Hand Masterlist

Anytime you and John are in a book shop, you always end up separated. Part of you knows that you do it on purpose because John always gets so excited to see you again. He’ll toss aside whatever book he’s looking at and wrap his arms around your waist, kissing you repeatedly like you haven’t seen each other in days.

More than once the two of you have snuck into the corner of a book shop for a make out session. Yeah, it’s probably immature, but sometimes it’s fun to act like high school kids. One time you were almost caught with John’s hand up your shirt, but thankfully no one saw you.

Since the two of you are new to this shop, you’re hoping John will pull you aside at some point and kiss you with no end in sight. Surprisingly, you’ve never been to this shop before. It’s a lot like your shop, but it doesn’t feel as cozy. Probably from the cars honking on the street outside, and the fact that it’s about as big as your living room and kitchen combined. It’s tiny.

You know John is somewhere in the shop, even though his voice is quiet, it’s still deep and it carries throughout the shop. You peek around a shelf to see John talking to a woman who is helping him look for a certain book, and he’s listening to every word she’s saying as he looks over the book in his hands.

He’s been asked to look for a few books for a client, some old children’s books that they’ve had a hard time finding, and of course, John always knows the best places to find them.

It’s only been about a week since you made a website for John’s bookbinding business, but he’s gotten a few people asking for books. He checks it every morning and tries his best to play it cool when someone emails him. It’s so nice to see him genuinely excited about something he loves, and you couldn’t be more proud of him.

You lean against the shelf, watching John closely as he talks quietly with the woman. He nods several times, and the woman excuses herself for a moment and heads for the backroom to grab something.

John looks at you and smiles wide, “I’m almost done. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Take your time, babe.” you wave your hand and smile sincerely, “Come find me when you’re done.”

You hold John’s gaze for a moment, then he nods and gives you a wink. You head for the back of the shop and look through the books on the shelf. Since you found out that John binds books, you look through all of the old classics in hopes that you’ll find one with his stamp on the inside.

Of Mice and Men, The Great Gatsby, To Kill a Mockingbird. You set them on the table and carefully open them to see the inside cover is empty.

“Damn it.” you sigh and put them back on the shelf.

“Try A Tale of Two Cities.” John says quietly as he stands behind you.

You run your finger along the books as you look up and down the shelves, then you gasp a little when you find it and pull it out. Looking at John as you open it, you smile at him, then look down to see his stamp on the inside cover, “Oh, my god.”

“Just brought that one in the other day.”

You look up at you John, smiling wide, “I’m buying it.”

John’s cheeks turn pink as he smiles proudly, and he lets out a small laugh when you turn around and look for more. You look over your shoulder to see John has several things in his hands, and you spot Jane Eyre. The binding is all torn up, so you know whoever owned it must have loved it.

“Jane Eyre?”

John nods slowly and smiles, “Yeah, I’ve been looking for this one for a few months. It’s a first edition, and the binding isn’t too bad, but I want to fix it. Melanie had called me a few weeks back to let me know that it was in, but with everything that’s going on with our shop, I hadn’t had time to come pick it up.”

You squint your eyes at John, “That’s my mom’s favorite book.”

“I know.” he looks up at you and smiles, “It’s her birthday soon. I know you’re going to tell me not to do this, but I really want to.”

You put your hands up in defense and smile, “Hey, I think it’s super sweet.”

You watch John as he struggles to hold everything in his hands, despite the fact that his hands are huge. He has way too much he’s trying to carry, and he’d never ask for help.

You laugh as you reach out to help carry a few things, “Baby, just ask for some help.”

“Can you help me?” he asks quietly. He’s bought more supplies to bind books, and you hold them up as he explains each thing. “Thread. For the binding.”

You hold up a weird tool that almost looks like an ice pick and you widen your eyes, “You could kill someone with this.”

“That is a piercing awl.” he laughs as he puts every into a shopping basket. “And yes, I could kill someone with it.”

You hold up a ruler and laugh, “And this?”

“Well, for obvious reasons.” he takes it from you and looks around the shop, then he bends you over the table. You look over your shoulder as John lifts up your dress, then he slaps the ruler against your ass as the two of you laugh.

John has stopped at a gas station to fill up the gas tank, and he’s grabbed you a few snacks for the road. The drive back to Mill Neck will be a little longer since it’s rush hour and everyone is on their way home from work. Sure, John could weave in and out of traffic, but he’d never do it with you in the car.

Aurelio has recently updated the stereo in John’s car -- by John’s request, of course. You wanted to show John a new song that reminded you of him, but because his car is older, it didn’t have the proper stereo for you to be able to plug your phone into. John was more than happy to update it as long as you promised to let him pick some music to add to a playlist; mostly Michael Bublé, some Johnny Cash, and a song or two by Peter Frampton.

You kick off your shoes and sit cross legged in your seat, shifting around a few times until you’re comfortable as you swipe through the songs on your phone.

“Okay, now this song…it’s like, me about you. It’s how I feel about you.” you say, turning it up a little, “I’m sure you feel this way about me too though. At least I’d hope."

“Well,” John clears his throat and puts on his seat belt, “If it’s how you feel about me, then I’m positive I feel the same way. You ready?”

You grab your bottle of lemonade from the bag and crack it open to take a sip. You twist the cap back on and clap your hands together.

“Ready!” you smile at John, then start to laugh when you realize he’s been watching you, “What?”

He reaches out and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, then he sucks on thumb to get a taste of your lemonade, “You know how much I love you?”

“Um, a lot?” you say, smiling sweetly.

“A lot, a lot, a lot.” he leans his head against his seat and smiles as he brushes the back of his hand against your cheek, “You’re my girl.”

“Ooh,” you laugh, pressing your hand to your stomach, “That gave me butterflies.”

John leans over to kiss you and he reaches for your hand, then presses a kiss to it, “You look really good sitting in the passenger seat of my car. I’ve always wanted to tell you that. The first time you were ever in my car…” he puts his hand over his heart and smiles, “Best day ever. You looked so tiny, and you were so nervous. I just wanted to hold you in my arms.”

“Very sweet, Jonathan.” you lean over to kiss him again and start to crawl into his lap, “But I think I’d look even better in the driver’s seat.”

John wraps his arms around you and laughs, “Wanna just drive like this the whole way home?”

“Hmm…” you tilt your head and tap your finger to your chin.

“Do you want to drive home?” he asks, already opening his door.

“Yes!” you trade spots with John and get the seat adjusted as he gets out and walks to the passenger’s side. “I know you just got it back today, but I want to drive.”

John quickly pulls on his seat belt and smiles, “Okay, so just…gently push the gas when you’re driving. This car can go pretty fast.”

“Jonathan, I’ve driven your car before. Many times.”

He nods and exhales, “Yeah, you’re right.”

John watches you as you put your hand on the gear stick and put the car in reverse. He holds his breath for a moment as you back out of the parking spot, and he exhales loudly when you put the car in drive. From the corner of your eye, you can see John hold onto the door handle as you pull onto the street, and you start to laugh.

“Seriously?” you ask, looking back and forth between him and the road, “You’ve been in the car with me before when I’ve driven. I’m a good driver, John.”

“I’m still better.”

You laugh, “I won’t argue with that, but I’m much more patient in traffic.”

“Okay, yeah, well, I won’t argue with that.”

The drive back to Mill Neck went by faster than you’d hoped. You showed John several songs that reminded you of him, and he even played a certain one three times in a row. He hummed along to it and kept his hand on your thigh the entire drive.

You pull into the driveway and sigh, “Wish it would have taken longer to get home.”

“Why?”

You shrug, “I don’t know. Kinda liked just driving and listening to music. I miss being with you.”

John gets out of the car and grabs his bags from the backseat, then he walks to the driver’s side and opens the door, reaching out for your hand.

“Oh…” you laugh and look at his hand, “I wasn’t waiting for you to…open my door, or anything like that.”

“I know, peach.” he shakes his hand and you finally reach out for it. “How about tomorrow we take a drive through the city? You can show me all the other songs, and we can listen to that one song again. And again.”

“You really liked that one, huh?” you laugh as you walk into the house, “I heard it the other day, and I just instantly thought of you. It’d be a good song for our first dance, or at least one of our dances on our wedding night.”

“Our first dance.” John repeats, still holding your hand as he walks into the kitchen.

Your cheeks are aflame from embarrassment, but you know John thinks about your wedding just as much as you. If only he’d fucking propose already.

“Yeah, I was just listening to it and thought about marrying you. Us dancing to it.” you look up at John and smile, “I mean, I think about it a lot. Like…quite a bit, almost like, ya know, constantly.”

“Getting tired of waiting?”

You let out a loud laugh and nod, “Yeah, to be honest, I kind of am. I like to think of myself as a pretty patient person, but…hurry up, already!”

“Soon, I promise.”

The smile on John’s face is making you melt and he sits down at the kitchen table, then pulls you into his lap. John has been eyeing you all day, and it’s honestly giving you butterflies. His hands slides in between your legs and he leans into kiss you. You’re wearing a dress that buttons up the front and it comes to your mid thigh, and you know you wore it on purpose. You always love the way John looks at you.

“I love this dress.” he whispers against your lips.

“Thanks.” you cup John’s face in your hands and stand up. He keeps his lips connected to yours as you back out of the kitchen and head for your bedroom. Once at the stairs, he lifts you up and you wrap you legs around his waist as he climbs the stairs, still kissing each other passionately.

John lays you down on the bed and starts to unbutton your dress, “You look beautiful today. You look so happy.”

“I am.”

“Not wearing a bra, I see.” he says, opening the front of your dress, then leaning down to kiss over your breasts.

“Thought you’d enjoy that.” you watch John as he kisses down your chest, past your bellybutton and to the waistband of your underwear, and you whimper a little when he nips at your sensitive skin. He lightly trails his fingers down your inner thighs, then starts to pull your underwear to the side. You tilt your head back and smile, “That feels good, Jonathan.”

“Does it?” he whispers, and you hum when you feel his tongue; wet and warm against your clit.

Licking your lips, you tilt your head back more and let out a soft moan as John slowly rubs his thumb over your clit. Your body jolts from the pleasure, and you open your eyes to watch John in between your legs.

“Fuck, you taste delicious.” he whispers against your thighs, and he smiles when he looks up at you. His phone rings in his pocket and he stands up straight to answer it, “Hey…yeah, no problem. I can be right over.”

You flop on the bed and laugh, “You’re kidding?”

John lays down on top of you and smiles, “Sorry, Jimmy needs my help. Tess isn’t home so you’d just be bored over there.”

You cup his face and kiss his cheek, “Just guys being dudes.”

“I don’t get that reference, and I’m sure you’re referencing something. You and Tess do that a lot, but yeah, just guys being dudes.” he smiles, then kisses your nose. “Come over in a little bit, okay, beautiful?”

You frown playfully as John smiles, and you sit up to kiss him, “I’ll meet you over there in a little bit. Grab some gum or brush your teeth before you leave.”

John licks his lips and smiles, “Maybe I like the taste of you on my lips all day.”

“And while that is one of the hottest things you’ve ever said to me, please eat a mint.”

John nods as he leans down to suck on your nipple one last time, “Okay. I love you.”

“Love you.” you pout as John leans back down to kiss you, then you watch him leave the room, “Just leave me here naked…and very turned on!”

“We have tonight!” he yells, and moments later, you hear the front door close.

As you walk across the street, you can already hear Jimmy’s playlist playing loudly in the backyard, and you know John is probably kicking himself for heading over early. You walk into the backyard, but seeing no one back there, you walk to the backdoor and see Jimmy, Tess, and John standing around the kitchen island looking at something.

Tess is pointing at the paper and as she talks, John is quickly writing everything down. It all looks very…secretive for some reason. You press your ear to the door, but with the music playing, it’s impossible to hear what they’re saying. You see Tess nod her head as John talks and she puts hand over her heart, then she smiles and covers her face with her hands.

“What is going on?” you whisper to yourself and turn the handle to the backdoor, but it’s locked.

You knock on the door, and John looks up at you as Tess leaves the room with the papers in her hand. Jimmy unlocks the door and lets you in, immediately hugging you.

“You look nice.” he says, smiling. “Sorry the door was locked, habit already.”

“Oh,” you wave him off, “No biggie, I just heard the music and figured everyone was in the backyard.”

John leans back in his chair a little to look at you and he smiles, “I love that dress on you.”

“Thank you, Jonathan.” you say as you walk over to John, and he wraps his arm around your waist, “So, what were you three doing? Don’t think I didn’t notice you all standing around and looking at some papers.”

John laughs and shakes his head, “It was nothing, they just want to build something in the basement and wanted my input.”

“Hmm,” you squint your eyes at him as Tess walks into the room, “What were you three doing? What were those papers?”

“We want to build something in the basement and we asked John for help.” she says without looking at you, “We want to make a movie room so when we have our shows, we can all sit down there and watch. Oh yeah, and for Jimmy’s buddies, they can watch games down there.”

You look back and forth between the three of them and sit down next to John, “Okay, some secret society that I’m not allowed to be a part of, I got it.”

“Oh, shut up.” Tess laughs and leans against the counter, “So, what did you two get up to today?”

“Went into the city to get some supplies.” John says and takes a drink of his beer, then offers you a sip, which you take. “Gonna bind a book for mom’s birthday.”

Tess rolls her eyes, “Don’t brag.”

“I know. What’s even worse is that it’s a first edition of Jane Eyre, so now she’s gonna give us shit about how we don’t get her anything nice.” you laugh and shove John’s shoulder, “Damn you for being so…talented.”

John shakes his head and looks at Jimmy, “How is work?”

“It’s been pretty good.” he says and moves to the fridge to grab a beer, “You know the cliche story of a cop saving a cat from a tree? That was me the other day.”

Tess laughs, “So it’s been boring for him, like always.”

“I’d rather have boring days though. I couldn’t handle being a big city cop. I used to get calls to John’s house all the time,” Jimmy says, popping the cap on his beer, “That was hard enough.”

John starts to laugh and nods his head, “That’s probably true.”

“Noise complaints.” Jimmy chuckles, then takes a sip of his beer.

“What happened the first time you went over there?” Tess asks and sits down on the stool next to John.

“Well, it had been my first week at the station, so this was quite a few years ago. I had a pretty good week, but I was waiting for a really interesting call. You know how you watch Cops on TV and you see the most ridiculous things? A cow stuck in someone’s house, a man running around town naked. That’s what I was hoping for.”

“And boy, were you wrong.” you laugh.

“My shift was almost over and someone asked me to take their call for them. Some people were complaining about the noise, I guess.” he says and shakes his head, “I got in my car, drove to John’s house and knocked on the door.”

Tess props her head on her hand and laughs, “Were you scared?”

“At first, no, I’m trained in this kind of thing. But when I got to his house, I was terrified.” Jimmy laughs, “There were dead bodies just in his house, and I didn’t know what to do. I just saw this man…standing there, and behind him were about four guys, just…dead on the floor.”

John reaches for your hand and you scoot closer to him to let him know you’re not uncomfortable. He looks over at you, then leans down to kiss you quickly. He’s always so scared that you’re going to think he’s a monster, but you could never. John is…incredible. He’s the best man you know.

“I’m okay.” you whisper and nod, “It’s interesting actually.”

“I had to handcuff John, of course. He had dead people in his house. I called for backup, and then about 30 seconds later, the police chief called. He asked for his name and when I told him it was John Wick, he just told me to leave. I went back to talk to John, who was just sitting there waiting for me, and I was so scared of him. He could have killed me within five seconds, but he didn’t.” Jimmy laughs, “He was actually really cool.”

“That is so hot.” you laugh, and Tess looks over at you as she starts to laugh. “I’m sorry, that’s so fucking hot, John.”

“You are a legend.” Tess says, grabbing his arm as his cheeks turn red.

“He is.” Jimmy nods, “When I got back to the station, all the other guys were surprised that John didn’t kick my ass.”

“He would never.” you look at John and squeeze his hand, “You’re his best friend.”

“Well, I wasn’t then.” Jimmy laughs, “Once I got back to the station, they told me that John Wick was the John Wick. Baba Yaga.”

“Ooh, yeah. I forget he’s scary or something.” Tess teases, nudging John’s shoulder.

“Well, to be fair, you two have never seen him working.” Jimmy lets out a big breath then laughs, “Anyway, they decided anytime there were calls concerning John that I would be the one to handle them. I went over so much that all I had to do was ask John if he was working. A simple yes or no was all I needed. It was usually a yes.”

“Hey, John,” Tess cocks up an eyebrow, “You workin’?”

A smile spreads across John’s face and he lets out the cutest laugh. Pressing kisses to John’s cheek, you move to sit in his lap and he wraps his arms around you.

“You workin’, John?” you ask, and he shakes his head as he leans forward to kiss you. You look back at Jimmy and furrow your brow, “So, wait…you’re not from Mill Neck?”

“Nope.” Jimmy shakes his head, “Well, you know I work for the Oyster Bay Police Department, and so when I got out of the academy, I moved there. I ended up coming here so much, I just fell in love with it.”

“Yeah, you just kind of fall in love with Mill Neck, it’s weird.” Tess says, shaking her head.

Jimmy leans back against the counter and crosses his arms, “I just got an apartment here since I couldn’t afford a house.”

“Neither could I.” you laugh, trying to make Jimmy feel better. “I remember researching so much about Mill Neck before we moved here and I almost fainted when I saw the prices for things, but April wanted us to move here so bad, there was no way I could just say no. And mom and Dan pitched in quite a bit of money for us to move.”

“Plus April offered for us to live here rent free -- which we turned down, of course.” Tess smiles, and you roll your eyes, “Okay, so maybe paying rent was your idea.”

John wraps his arms around you tighter and kisses your cheek, “You’re so cute.”

“Do you try to pay John rent?” Tess laughs.

John laughs and nods his head, “She did try to pay me rent once, back when she first moved in. She came into the office when I was on a call with someone, and she just sat there and stared at me until I hung up. Then she just put about 700 dollars in front of me and said it was her share of the rent.”

Tess looks at you as she shakes her head, “You are so dumb.”

“Well, we hadn’t talked much about money and all of that stuff, so I figured since I didn’t really pay for things around the house, I’d give him money to pay for something.” you laugh and look at John, “But now I’m getting…a little bit better. I just don’t want anyone to think I’m just dating him for his money.”

“Whoever thinks that can get fucked.” Tess says, and John nods his head in agreement. “You’re clearly in love with him, and anyone who can’t see that is…”

“Stupid as fuck.” Jimmy chimes in, and you all start to laugh.

“I just remembered mom was so happy to see that the crime rate was so low here.” Tess chuckles, and you all look at John as he takes a sip of his beer.

He smiles smugly and shrugs, “What can I say?”

You let out a small laugh, then look up at Jimmy, “So, how did you two meet? Did you just go over for a noise complaint and then ask John out for a drink?”

“Yeah, we met that first night, but we didn’t really talk obviously. I would talk to John a little when I’d go over, just a casual conversation since I would be pretty nervous, and when I get nervous, I tend to just talk a lot. But I’d see him around town sometimes.”

John laughs and clears his throat, “We ran into each other at the grocery store, it was weird.”

“It was weird to not see John covered in blood or without cuts on all his face.” Jimmy adds.

Tess laughs, “God, now I’m just imagining you two just standing there in the bread aisle.”

“Anyway, we said hi, then we bumped into each other again at the check out.” Jimmy leans against the counter and laughs, “We hung out a time or two, then I didn’t go over to his house for awhile.”

Tess looks at John and smiles, “You retired?”

“Yeah.” John nods and shifts under you a little.

“But after all of that stuff, we bumped into each other again at the gas station, and I asked him about his car.” Jimmy clears his throat and smiles, “Man, I thought John was so cool.”

“Oh, whatever, you still do.” Tess laughs and shoves Jimmy’s shoulder as his cheek turn pink.

“I had just recently gotten out of a relationship -- a pretty serious relationship actually, and I wanted to start dating.”

“That’s so weird. To think that you were ever dating someone other than Tess.” you smile, looking at the two of them, “It’s just…weird. It feels like you two were always supposed to be together.”

“Aw!” Tess teases and moves to stand next to Jimmy, “He had some pretty tragic relationships before me.”

“I did.” Jimmy wraps his arms around Tess and kisses her cheek, “I was in a serious relationship for about two years, I tried to propose to her and she shut me down before I could even get down on one knee. I figured she was just...not ready, so I waited a little while longer, proposed again and she still said no.”

“Oh, no.” you frown. “Did she maybe just…not want to get married?”

“No, she did. We had talked about it several times.” he says, and Tess leans back to look at him. “She said she wanted to get married, but she never said that it was me that she wanted to marry.”

“Oh,” you frown again, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I think she just kept me around to…have someone. I don’t think she was ever really in love with me. I knew I wanted to get married and have kids, so I decided I wasn’t going to waste my time being with her since it wasn’t what she wanted. Not with me anyway.” he squeezes Tess in his arms and she smiles. “Then I bumped into John again, and I just asked if he wanted to grab a drink sometime. We went to a bar and watched a game. I didn’t pester him about what I would see every time I went over to his house.”

“Which I appreciated.” John says.

“I tried to act cool, but I was curious. I wanted to know everything.” he says and watches John as he leans up to kiss your cheek, “But after hanging out with him for awhile, I finally got him to open up a little more. He seemed like a lonely guy, and there was no reason for him to be sitting at home alone all the time. So I told him that I was dating, and that if he was interested, I would set him up on some dates.”

“Yeah, you set him up on several bad dates, or so I’ve heard.” you say, cocking up an eyebrow.

“To be fair, I didn’t know about you yet. If I had, I would have set you two up right away.” Jimmy says and wraps his arms around Tess tighter, “I remember when he told me about you.”

You look at John as his cheeks turn red, and he looks down at his hand on your thigh. John has told you all about the first time he ever saw, he remembers everything. But now you’re interested in hearing what Jimmy has to say.

“He had just gotten back from a date with Rachel, and he was pissed.” Jimmy laughs, “He called me and I could just hear it in his voice. I came over and he told me that he was done going dates that I set him up on.”

“What was so bad about it?” you ask, looking at John.

“She was…not my type. She complained about everything. Now that I think about it, she reminds me a lot of Leah.”

Tess laughs loudly, “Which means she was fucking horrible!”

John looks up at you and smiles, “My date with you was so different from my date with her. It was a complete 180. It was perfect.”

“Yeah…” you nod, then lean your forehead against John’s.

“Did you kiss her?” Tess asks, a smile growing on her face.

“Rachel?” John asks, then shakes his head, “No.”

“Did you at least--” Tess stops herself, “You know what? I won’t even go there. It’s not my business.”

“I’m proud of you, babe.” Jimmy teases.

“No,” John shakes his head, “Nothing happened.”

“Wait…” you lean closer to John, “You hadn’t been…intimate with anyone since Helen? Like, not even a kiss?”

John looks at you and smiles, “Not until you.”

You look away from John as a smile spreads across your face, and you feel a surge run through your body and you’re not sure what it is. Satisfaction, maybe? Satisfaction that John hasn’t been with anyone in years except you. Satisfaction that he wasn’t even interested in anyone like that until he met you.

“Didn’t you go out with her again?” Jimmy asks, and Tess slaps his arm. “What? I’m pretty sure he did. Like two more times.”

“One more time. She kept bothering me to ask her out again, and I thought maybe she was just having an off day.” John says, then reaches for your hand, “She was not just having an off day, she was just…”

“A bitch. It’s okay, John. You can say it.” Tess laughs.

“That’s the night he called me pissed as hell. He was like ‘I’m done doing this, Jimmy. I can’t keep going out with these girls’.” he says, trying his best to impersonate John, and you all laugh. “I knew something was going on because he kept looking out the window, like he was looking for someone. And he was.”

You feel yourself blushing, and John leans up to press another kiss to your cheek. Tess is watching the two of you as she leans her head back against Jimmy’s shoulder, and she smiles wide when you look at her.

“He told me he wasn’t interested in me setting him up on dates anymore, because he had seen someone that he wanted to talk to and maybe ask out.” Jimmy chuckles, “We went outside to ‘look’ at my car, then I saw you and realized why he was so nervous to talk to you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you laugh, feeling your cheeks burning again.

“This is weird because you’re like my little sister, but you’re very….”

“Beautiful.” Tess says, finishing his sentence for him.

“You were outside with Tess actually.” he says and smiles at Tess. “John didn’t even have to point you out, I just knew he meant you. The two of you were sitting on the little bench that’s out front, and Tess must have said something funny -- like she always does -- because the two of you started laughing loudly. Absolute angels, you two.”

John bounces on his knee a few times, and you look down to find him smiling at you. You rub your finger against his beard and lean forward to kiss him a few times. Jimmy clears his throat to turn the attention back to him, and you smile as you look over at him again.

“So, anyway, I asked him why he hadn’t talked to you yet, and he just…completely shut down.”

“He was scared. Oh, my god. You were scared of her?” Tess asks, moving to sit down next to John again.

“I wasn’t scared of her.” John shakes his head and smiles, “Actually, yeah, I was pretty scared of her.”

Jimmy leans against the counter and laughs, “I remember he called me right after he talked to you, and I went over to his house. I walked in the front door and his face was as white as a ghost. He just sat on the couch and stared at the floor.”

“Jesus.” Tess laughs.

“He told me that he finally talked to you, said he thought he was already in love.”

You laugh loudly, “He did not.”

“I did.” John nods, pulling you closer. “I told you that I knew right away.”

You and John hold each others gazes for a few moments as a smile spreads across your face and tears fill your eyes. You lean your forehead against John’s and sniffle quietly.

“I love you.” he whispers, and you nod your head as he cups your face. “My girl.”

Tess is staring at the two of you, watching in awe. She puts her hand over her heart and smiles, “I love you two.” she looks over at Jimmy and points at him, “Why don’t you say sweet stuff like that to me? I’m your wife, you ass.”

“I do too!” Jimmy laughs, “We have reservations for that nice restaurant tonight, I made you a nice bath this morning, I gave you a foot massage yesterday. I made you breakfast in bed the other morning, and I took you to your favorite cafe today for lunch.”

“See how most of those things had to do with food?” Tess looks down at her belly and sighs, “This kid is gonna be a chunk.”

Jimmy laughs and pats Tess’ hand, “I love you, babe.”

Tess squints her eyes at Jimmy, then slowly starts to smile as she looks over at you, “He really is very sweet to me.”

“Oh, I know he is.” you laugh, then gasp, “Oh, my gosh, I forgot to tell you. John tried to get me to do self defense yesterday. Threw me on a mat, pinning me to the floor and everything.”

“Sounds fun.”

“It was so fun.” you laugh and look at John, then you jut out your bottom lip dramatically as he laughs. “He was actually getting mad at me though.”

“I wasn’t.” he shakes his head, then looks at Tess, “I wasn’t. I was just trying to teach her some self defense and she would not be serious.”

“We should all do that sometime.” Tess says and looks back and forth between John and Jimmy, “You two could teach us some self defense.”

John points at you and laughs, “She can’t be serious for two minutes, and I can’t imagine trying to teach you and her.”

“Oh, please. I can totally be serious.” you say and look over at Jimmy and Tess as she moves closer to kiss him.

The two of them start making out, and you and John look at each other in shock. Tess wipes off her mouth and reaches out for Jimmy’s hand, “I’m sorry. Pregnancy hormones.”

“Oh, I…” you watch as they walk past, and you hear them heading up the stairs to their bedroom, “Okay, goodbye?”

“Yeah, you’re gonna want to leave. Call you tomorrow.” Tess says, and a few seconds later you hear their bedroom door close.

“We should definitely head home.” John says and quickly gets up from his chair.

“That was so…” you snap your fingers and laugh, “It was like lightning quick.”

As soon as you get outside, John finally slows down and reaches out to hold your hand, “I had a good day.”

“You did?” you wrap your arms around John’s bicep and lean up to kiss him.

“I got to spend time with you. Of course I had a good day.” he says, stopping at the mailbox to check the mail.

“I’m glad we went out there today. It was nice to spend some time with you since I’ve barely seen you since you’ve been home from work.” you lean against the mailbox and sigh, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, peach.” John smiles and leans down to kiss you, “I know I’ve been a little busy lately, I’m sorry. I just have some stuff I need to get done by tomorrow.”

“It’s okay. I just miss you.” you frown, pouting a little more than intended. John bends down a little in front of you, waiting for you to hop on his back, and you laugh loudly and shake your head, “I’m wearing a dress.”

“It’s just our driveway, no one will see anything.” he stands up straight and looks at you, “Aren’t you wearing underwear?”

“Well, yeah.” you shove John jokingly and laugh, “Of course I am. You know that, you saw that earlier.”

John shrugs, “I don’t believe you.”

“What? You think I took them off before I left the house?” you walk in front of John, heading up the driveway as you laugh, “You amaze me, Jonathan.”

You hear the gravel under John’s feet as he chases after you, and you start to run across the driveway to the grass as you both laugh. He wraps his arms around you from behind and pulls you tight against his chest to keep you from escaping. He lifts you off the ground, and you laugh loudly as he rubs his beard against your neck, tickling you.

“I’m wearing underwear, Jonathan.” you tilt your head back and smile, “You can even check if you want.”

John smiles as he slides his hand between your legs and onto your underwear. He watches you closely as he pulls them to the side, rubbing his fingers against you teasingly and you struggle to keep your eyes open. You hang your head as you moan, and you dig your nails into John’s arm when he slides one finger in deep. You feel John’s lips on your neck and tilt your head back, giving him more access.

“Fuck, let’s go inside. Please.” you whisper and open your eyes to John still smiling.

John lets go of you and sucks on his fingers as he walks away from you, “If you can catch me…”

“Your legs are longer, so you’re faster than me. Clearly that is so not fair.” you say as you slowly walk closer to John.

He stops walking and you run up to him, wrapping your arms around him, and he holds tight to you as he walks to the house. John lets go of you when you get in the house, and you smile when see the bulge growing in his pants already.

You kick off your shoes and look at John, “So, since you know, we were so rudely interrupted earlier, do you wanna…?”

John nods his head and begins to unbuckle his pants, “Yes!”

“Okay…” you slide your underwear off and toss them to John, then you slowly unbutton the front of your dress and slide it open to show you’re still not wearing a bra. You toss it to him and slowly turn around, “You like what you see?”

“Wow.” he whispers breathlessly, and he reaches out for you as he walks closer.

You giggle loudly as you run up the stairs, “If you can catch me…”

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First Time - Chapter 1

Description: Elena thought it was a good idea to try going out into the field on a group mission for the first time. It doesn't end well, but her loving girlfriends make her feel much better.

Author’s note: This story is also posted on AO3. Little bit NSFW close to the end but they’re JUST showering, I promise.

Rating: T

Words: 6,545

Series: Charlie’s Angels (2019)

Au: First Mission? First Times? Idk.

Characters / Pairing: Jane Kano/Sabina Wilson/Elena Houghlin - OT3

Genre: romance, hurt & comfort, fluff, angst.

Link to the AO3 copy: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22864708/chapters/54647899

It was just after one of their toughest missions yet. It was stupid to let Elena out into the field. Sabina thought she was ready, and Jane wasn’t sure. Maybe she was just overprotective, maybe she wasn’t ready to put Elena in total danger. But all in the same, they were both traumatized, terrified, when they almost lost her.

It was like any other day. The three Angels were lounging about, both the smaller Angels comfortably nestled under Jane’s arms around their shoulders, she and Elena sleeping while Sabina, also cuddled up, just watched some quiet tv. Then Bosley came in with a few little notes in hand.

“Alright Angels, up and at’em.” She called, softly but with order.

Jane, being ex MI6, was able to rest and wake with little to no grogginess, full attention, ready to take in the orders about to be given. Sabina turned off the tv, not groggy, at attention but still giving off relaxed vibes. She would pick up the information too, focusing. Elena, on the other hand… she sleepily opened her eyes, rubbing them as she slowly sat up and looked at Bosley like it was a sunny 6 am. The other Angels chuckled and helped sit her upright. Bosley chuckled and rolled her eyes. An Angel, but still a novice. Once the three were at attention finally, Bosley began giving orders.

Jane would be security, the muscle, taking out the bodyguards around the perimeter, Sabina would work her way in, find and detain our criminal target, and Elena would take out lights, power, inter security, firewalls, etc, as she did every mission.

“Can I be out in the field this time?” She asked quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“No.” Jane said immediately. She refused to put her small girlfriend in harm’s way, ever.

Sabina on the other hand, was silent for a moment, considering it. “You can type and walk, can’t you babe?”

“O-of course I can.” She stammered, locking eye-contact before looking back at Bosley who was watching the whole thing.

“I dunno Boz, I think we should give her a shot.” Sabina voted, giving a shrug.

“Absolutely not.” Jane cut in, frowning seriously. “I don’t care. She’s not going in. She could get hurt. Get seriously damaged. Kidnapped, bruised, shot even. What if something happens?”

“Relax Jane, she’ll be fine! We’re all on coms, I’ll keep an eye on her, she’ll be with me while you run around and bash in people’s necks.”

For a moment Elena was wide-eyed and very concerned, but once again Jane shook her head with a chuckle. “It’s not that dramatic, I put them to sleep and safely set them down.” But in the end it was all up to Bosley, even though they weren’t connected to the missions at all. She was pondering, watching them watching her…

“Well kitten, if you really want to give it a shot. This isn’t an easy quest though. It’s up to you. Do you want to try being in the field?”

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They were sitting in the driveway of a huge mansion, with cars, vans already all over the place. There were guards everywhere, lights flashing, obviously a big rich party happening inside. They were going over mission details. Jane keeps eyes around outside, then moves their way in, taking out every guard she can, then finds and assists the others. Sabina will weave her way through the party crowd, seduce the client, get them alone, then prepare them to be picked up by police. Elena would also be weaving the crowd, remotely taking out the cyber security, cause distractions with lights, mess with people’s phones, whatever, while also getting experience of being surrounded by dangerous people. Just walking around was all Jane would allow. She was nervous and stressed and protective of Elena, but trusted Sabina wholey and so would let her take charge of the mission this time.

“You all ready?” Jane asked, after parking their getaway car.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Elena breathed, shaking herself out, causing the two others in the front to turn around with worried eyes.

“If you’re not comfortable, we can leave you here to keep you safe.” Sabina spoke first, then looked to Jane if she would add anything but she stayed quiet, watching their smaller partner.

“No.. no. I.. I want to do this. I’m just a little nervous. First time jitters you know?” A line that would definitely be important for later.

“If you’re sure.” Jane murmured finally, then leaned over to place a caring kiss upon Elena’s forehead, then near Sabina’s ear. The jock returned the affection to Jane’s cheek, then Elena’s forehead again. Elena was blushing with a giggle, grinning ear-to-ear. Then, they got out to begin.

It was after dark, 9 pm. The sky was black, no stars. The only lights were from the mansion. Jane wore a sleek black suit, easy to move in, easy to hide in, with only a bra underneath the jacket. Sabina had her favorite shiny silver dress, and Elena was given a tailored version of Jane’s gorgeous emerald dress, but it was given a black cover jacket to look less noticeable. They stood out but they also hid, just as they should.

Game on.

Jane thought it was important to always kiss, hug, embrace before a mission. So they the Angels got a little bit of confidence, a bit of pep in their step, to truly harness their energy and they’d come back beaming with stories of their side of the fight. So she held Elena’s shoulders gently in her hands, almost in slow-motion, her eyes fluttered closed, lips parted slightly as she leaned in to kiss Elena on the lips, for love and good luck.

“WAIT!” She cried, throwing hands to Jane’s chest and refusing the motion be continued.

“What’s wrong? Do I have bad breath?” Jane asked, eyes wide in surprise and a little worry.

“I know this isn’t the right time but I’ve never had my first kiss…” She admitted, and pulled away from Jane, looking beyond embarrassed and a little ashamed. The two other angels stared in shock, before smirking/smiling and sighing. Elena was so pure and sweet.

“Well, we will not jinx it then. After the mission, we will both give you your first kiss, so it’s truly magical in a safe, secure and comfortable location." Jane assured her, before Sabina butted in, literally.

“Yeah, it’ll be hot and sexy and lots of tongue, you’re gonna have the kisses of your life.”

Elena laughed nervously, while Sabina gave a cheeky snicker and Jane just shook her head, chuckling.

“Well, let us give you this for good luck instead.”

Almost like they’d practiced or planned it, at the same time they leaned in and kissed both of Elena’s cheeks, with a little on the edge of her lips, just enough. Then to emphasize what Elena was in for, Jane and Sabina shared a kiss of their own, on the lips, arms wrapped around each other, not too seductive, perfectly full of love, courage, confidence. The light of the mansion somehow illuminating them, like something out of a perfect fantasy. Elena could only watch in awe as they pulled away, they must have used tongue because the very almost unnoticeable strand of saliva that parted from their lips, which Sabina cheekily swatted away at. Wow…

“Alright ladies. Good luck.” Jane murmured with a nod, before the tall brunette disappeared into the shadows to begin taking out the guards. Sabina took Elena’s hand and led her to the stairs to the two main guards, flashed her smile, gave their fake names on the list, and entered the building. Sabina gently patted the smaller brunette’s shoulder for good luck, and went off to survey. Once they were all out of sight of each other, coms went on.

Sabina: “Check.” Jane: “Here.” Elena: “Me too!”

The other Angels laughed softly at her quiet enthusiasm.

Sabina was already flirting at the bar, while looking over the crowd for their target.

Elena was on her phone, taking out the security with ease, shutting down the actual security room exactly when planned, when Jane took out the guards guarding and around that area. Whew. Her cheeks flared when in her ear Jane softly told her she’d done a good job.

Everything was going great and smoothly, until Sabina’s eyes widened from across the room at the target tapping Elena on the shoulder, causing the hacker’s blood to go cold as she turned around to see the man of the hour smiling menacingly at her.

“Well hello there.” The target cooed, gently taking her free hand and kissing her knuckles, in which Sabine bristled with soft fury. There was nothing she could do. She couldn’t interfere. She couldn’t go over there. She could just stand there, watching, while her stomach tightened with anxiety. Just relax. Nothing was happening. They were just talking. Relax.

“Hm. Hello there.” Elena murmured, clearing her throat and trying to keep calm while smiling at the man.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I am Carlile, but you can call me Mike. And yourself?”

Gulp. “I’m Willow. A pleasure. This place is yours?”

“Why of course. How kind of you to notice. Would you like to see more of it?”

“I-um.. sure!”

“Damnit! Jane! Mike has Elena!” Sabina hissed into her com, clenching fists while downing a shot at the bar. The alcohol burned her throat but not as much as the anxiety burning in her chest at her precious girlfriend being ushered out of the room by a terrifyingly creepy man.

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“Right this way. You seem like a bookish type. Let me show you my prized collection.” Putting a hand on Elena’s back, gently pushing her through the crowd, followed by two big men, out of the main area, and into the first room on the right down a hall with double doors. Sabina sneakily followed, and then her heart sank in horror… when the doors closed, and men stood guard. For a split second, Elena looked back and locked eyes with Sabina before she disappeared.

Would that be the last time Sabina saw Elena? Gods, pray for her safety. Sabina wasn’t religious, but…

“Jane. How many left do you have? We need you, now.” Sabina growled, clenching her fists again and fighting tears that dared to spill.

“I’m almost done I think. What’s going on?”

“He has her. He.. Mike got Elena.”

Silence. Agonizing, painful silence.

“We will get her back.”

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In the room, Elena was following Jane’s previous breathing practices, deep, slow breathing. Stay calm, stay cal-

“So, do you like this room? All my precious book collections, mappings, encyclopedias, dictionaries… you seem like the kind of person who would like instructionals, maybe fantasy fiction?”

Elena agreed sheepishly, although admiring the book collection in this smooth study, there was a window, which she looked at a few times while pacing, looking at the doors, and she almost jumped when the hand touched her shoulder again.

“So what organization do you represent? Are you a gambler? A weapons dealer? A model looking for some risk, perhaps?” He purred, sliding a hand down her back, just resting before her bum. “You can tell me who you are. I’ll keep your secret.”

Elena was trying so hard to keep herself calm, but man was she afraid. She opened her mouth to speak before closing it again, choosing her words very carefully.

“I’m glad you noticed. I’m more of a collector of weapons than a dealer, really. I heard some things from some neighbors that deals go on in this house frequently, so I wanted to come and see.” Oh man. She was trying so hard.

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While Jane was sneaking her way around, taking out the outer layer of guards then making her way inside, Sabina was desperately trying to come up with a new plan on the spot. Come on, come on. Think, think! Okay. Got a plan. “Jane, let me know when you’re done with the outer round. I’m gonna try to get in there.”

“Just finished the runaround, coming in now. Be careful.”

“I know.”

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“You know, I noticed your friend in the shiny silver dress coming over to talk to me, but I’d much rather talk to you. You’re more sophisticated, less… flirty. I like that. A woman who doesn’t need to bat eyes to get a man’s attention.”

Oh god oh god oh god.

Gently sitting Elena down in a chair, then began to rub her shoulders.

“That’s right. A weapons collector, hmm? And which is your favorite piece to admire?” He purred again, and Elena stared in silent fear as he expertly tied her arms down with scarves to the arms of the chair.

“Um… the… glock?”

Fuck.

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Masterfully taking out the two guards outside the door, Sabina held two clear glasses and a big bottle of wine as she practically threw open the door with a big fake smile but slightly worried eyes. “Sorry if I’m interrupting something. Someone told me I could find Mr. Carlile in here and I wanted to share a drink with him.” Staring at Elena for a moment, taking in the situation but then keeping her charade. She would be either shaking with fear or writhing with rage at her beloved Elena terrified, captured in such a way. “Isn’t this a party? Come on? It’s stuffy in here.”

“Please excuse us, we were having a private moment.” Mike growled but kept a respectable smile.

“But Mr Carlile, don’t you want to have a little fun?” Sabina asked with a grin, clinking the glasses together.\

The man smiled and walked around behind her, closing and locking the door, before going to stand back behind Elena, and calmly sticking a piece of duct tape over her mouth, making Sabina’s eyes widen, Elena’s too. The poor small woman was trying so hard to not shake or show fear, but her eyes… No Elena, this wasn’t the end for you. Sabina would be sure of that.

“You both can drop the acts now. I don’t know who you are, or who you work for, but I know when there are snakes in my pit of owls. Tell me what I want to know and I’ll make this painless.”

Putting the wine and glasses on a table by the door, Sabina yelled softly as she whipped her hidden thigh knife at the shoulder of the enemy with perfectly trained accuracy and speed, and smirked as her thick and heavy blade embedded itself in his flesh, causing a loud and pained grunt as he staggered backwards. Eyes wide with surprise, pain, rage, he pulled it out regardless of the growl he let out, before dashing over to Elena, holding the grossly stained knife against her throat.

“Try to hurt me again and I’ll end your friend here.” He snarled, using his other hand to grip Elena’s hair, causing a quiet whimper from the captive. Very silent tears dripped from Elena’s eyes, she was truly afraid, and her attempt to keep from shaking with as saddening as well.

Sabina clenched her fists and grit her teeth. This asshole was going to get his own teeth knocked in in a minute. Just had to plan it out. Be calm. Stay there. “Information, now. Or she gets it.” He threatened, then Sabina just yelled and charged at him. Thankfully it took him beyond surprise, his arm and hand lifted away from Elena’s neck in slow-motion, and Sabina took him down, pounding her fists against his face in pure rage.

Sabina had been on plenty of missions. Through extensive training period after training period until everything was beyond perfect. Her skills, her stealth, her control, her emotion. But not today. Not now. Rarely did Sabina ever lose control, ever go into a fury. She had so much control but seeing Elena crying in terror at being even slightly harmed by a criminal, a bad man, a thug whatever…

It caused poor Sabina to go berserk. She let out a loud cry of fury as she reeled herself in with one last knockout punch to his head, and if he were struggling, everything went limp. And just in time to as Jane crashed through the locked double-doors to the library/study, eyes quickly taking in the scene with horror. It took no time at all to put pieces together. Sabina standing with bruised/bloody fists over their captive, Elena in the chair tied and gagged, the looks they both shared at Jane with their wounded eyes.

The next few minutes went by as quickly as they could. Obviously the party-goers had heard the yell. Jane quickly prepared their target as a gift for police, ending the party, telling everyone to get out and go home. As she did that, Sabina untied Elena, not giving her a choice as the smaller woman was scooped into the jock’s arms, and Jane followed the two outside to the getaway car. Jane would comfort them later. She slid in, turned the keys, took off once seatbelts were on. Sabina sat in the backseat, using a heated blanket they stored in the back to cuddle Elena, who had her eyes screwed shut against Sabina’s neck, arms folded against her own chest and legs slightly bent towards the door of the van. Sabina held her close but gently, keeping her there. It was all too quiet. Poor Elena was so scared… Sabina was so upset… Jane… she was so… ashamed? Sorry. She was sorry she wasn’t there.

When the team got back to the Townsend Agency HQ, Bosley got up from the couch, throwing her arms open for celebration.

“Welcome back Angels! I hope everything went well as it always does-” opening her eyes and dropping her arms, she looked at the three standing in the entryway.

Sabina still holding the closed-eyes Elena cuddled and curled in the blanket, Jane having a supportive hand on Sabina’s left shoulder, Bosley stared for a moment before giving an order that definitely didn’t need to be said.

“Go. Go lie down, all of you. Jane can brief me in the morning. Go.”

Without a word, they all moved to Jane’s big room down the hall. Jane, with her superior strength, lifted both Sabina and Elena into her arms, scooping them onto the bed and both of them cuddled against her. No words needed to be said. All three Angels stayed there, against each other, just breathing softly, reveling in the feeling that it was over. Very carefully Jane adjusted them so they were still against her but lying down under the comforter the bed provided, the heating blanket thrown to the floor as the other two Angels were all the heat they needed. They stayed there until sleep took them, not daring to move away.

Well, they were never doing that again. Elena would probably take a couple days off if anything came up right after that mess.

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The sun rose, eyes slowly fluttered open. As expected, the poor smallest girlfriend was mute for a while, unable to speak. It was a huge sigh of relief when Sabina tickled under Elena’s chin and got her mouth to open and a little giggle to come out, and hearing the nose made Jane smile too. That’s the way to get better. Soft fluffy love. Easiest, fastest way to recover. They didn’t want to move, all 3 were so warm and comfortable amongst each other.

Thank goodness the whole team of 5 had some weird telepathic connection or something because not long after they woke, Bosley and Saint brought in a few trays of delicious-smelling breakfast treats, warm food, cold fruit, many glasses of milk, water, juice. Practically the whole kitchen on shiny silver trays, platters… thank goodness for Sabina’s reach otherwise nobody would be able to get anything. Trays were set left right and center, and very strategically did Sabina’s one arm and Jane’s two wiggling hands manage to get around and grab things.

They slowly ate, drank, consumed with one another, feeding their beautiful sleepy baby her food while enjoying stuff themselves. Times like these, again with no words, were perfect. The amazing flavors bouncing in their mouths, the warmth resonating between their bodies in the dresses still from the other night… After eating they would all have to shower.

Again, with light and feathery touches did Jane and ‘Bina tickle and touch Elena’s wonderful face, her little smiles and giggles were more than anything they ever could have asked for. And when the trays of food began to look like trash, Jane gave Sabina a nod, who slowly tossed back the sheets, and finally, words began. “Alright sweethearts, we really should get out of these clothes. ‘Bina, you go start the shower, I’ll prepare our princess here.”

(Please note, I will have the plot that yes they’ve at least seen each other naked before.)

Sabina and Jane have no shame and have had their fun together, touched each other, seen each other naked, but Elena was a whole other story. They’ve rarely seen her naked, they’ve never touched her yet, she was a whole new piece on the board and they wouldn’t dare even breath in her direction in such a way without all of the consensus. So Sabina slinked away to Jane’s private bathroom, starting and steaming up the shower, leaving her dress on the floor just before the door. Jane stayed in bed with Elena for a moment, but she knew it was time to talk to her directly, just for this.

“Elena? ....... are you with me?”

A slow, hesitant nod came by with a tiny sigh from Jane. Elena tried to cuddle up closer to Jane, burying her face in the taller woman’s neck.

“Are you alright?”

A quicker-responded nod, eyes closed against Jane’s skin.

“You’re really alright?” She asked again with full concern, asking if she was okay from… last night.

It was a long pause, before Elena’s reply was her finally sitting upright, stretching her arms, and with the softest, sad-laced voice… “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Thank the gods.

“I’m really glad.” Jane replied, leaning over to place multiple kisses along Elena’s cheek, ear, jaw, peppering her. Taking her hand and making the cute little Angel giggle at feather-light contact, until they shared a truly-loving stare, to ensure that everything was really alright.

“Aww, you got her going without me?” Sabina teased, standing in the bathroom doorway completely in the nude.

Elena blinked with wide eyes and a deep blush, squeaking cutely and hiding her face against Jane.

The taller woman laughed and rubbed Elena’s back, cuddling her once again. “Elena darling, there’s something we actually want to ask you.”

Slowly leaning up again and trying not to stare directly at Sabina’s beautifully barren form, she looked at Jane’s serious but soft eyes curiously. “We absolutely don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do,”

“And our safe words are colors, Red, Green,” Sabina added.

“We were both thinking…”

“As we haven’t seen you naked yet,”

“Sabina!” Jane hissed, shooting a threatening glare over at the snickering naked jock.

“What she means to say is, we would love to treat you to a shower. We know you’re still a little shaken up from the mission events from the previous evening, and we want to make you feel better. Clean you up, get those eyes shining brightly again, along with your skin from that dusty party. What do you say?”

Elena stopped, was silent still, processing. She.. she was being offered a shower with her two loving girlfriends, who wouldn’t do anything the wrong way unless she spoke a color of consent. So it would just be a scrub. Well, okay. And if anything else happened in there, who could control that, huh.

With a soft and shy voice, she nodded. “Okay. Uh, green. I.. I’d like to shower with you both.”

“Yesss.” Sabina hissed delightfully, rubbing her hands together. “We’re gonna get subbed up.”

“You mean sudsed up.” Jane corrected, rolling her eyes with a smirk. Then she rose, dropping her dress as she stepped away from Elena, losing the clothing with elegance, leaving them crumpled on the floor.

“We’ll start without you, don’t want to make you uncomfortable forcing you in the room with us. Join us in the shower when you’re ready, alright?” Then just like that, Jane and Sabina were gone, silent, out of ear and eyesight.

Elena was alone. Not in a bad way! Just alone on the bed, in her clothes, with her thoughts.

With a shaky breath, she slowly rose up, sheepishly taking the straps off her dress, wiggling out of it and leaving it on the bed. Then she dropped her bra and underwear on the floor near Jane’s, and using a towel as a cover for her shyness, she opened the bathroom door, into the steam, into the next chapter of her life.

Through fogged glass, she could see Jane and Sabina embracing each other under the showerhead. Wow… even their silhouettes were beautiful. She almost didn’t want to interrupt them. But thankfully the door swung open, Sabina peeking out with the big goofy grin, one foot out and half falling out of the hot box if her other arm wasn’t supporting her using one of the metal beam arm-guards for support. Because they had support beams/bars/shelves in there for if anyone ever ended up injured and needed support/something to grip or lean on. Jane stood with her head just slightly peeking out but a little under half of her bare form could be seen over Sabina’s head. They stood there, smiling, watching, waiting calmly, inviting her whole-heartedly to join them.

Seeing the love in their eyes and expressions, Jane’s open arm to guide her in, and Sabina offering her free arm too, Elena removed her towel and neatly hung it up on the railing by the toilet, and grinned shyly when Sabina spoke first.

“Wow girl! You’re gorgeous! Wow! Get in here so we can admire you some more!” Then she disappeared back into the glass shower, leaving Jane there, standing with only the most loving of gazes.

“She’s right you know. You’re absolutely stunning and we would be truly grateful if you still decide to join us in here for a good clean. Someone as magnificent as yourself surely would like to get soaped up and treated as the princess you are.” Wow. Jane always had a way with words. And somehow through the somewhat loud sound of spraying water could she still hear Elena’s ever soft words.

“Okay. I’m coming.”

Elena gently took Jane’s inviting hand, and led her in, closing the door behind her. Jane let her stand there while she went back to the middle of the area, taking more soap from the many body wash bottles, and after rubbing her hands together, she put on a little show that was more soothing than seductive, showing Elena what she was in for if she wished. With soapy, sudsy, bubbly hands, Jane began rubbing Sabina’s shoulders, massaging as best as she could through the slipperiness that was soap and wet skin. Sabina gave a little moan as the hands slid across one arm to the next, scrubbing her armpits and then coming back for her neck.

Jane gave Sabina a teasing little squeeze around her throat that just made the jock laugh, then soapy hands ran down her back, massaging the tense and scarred muscle around the spine, and gave Sabina’s bum cheeks a little squeeze which brough giggles out of both Sabina and Elena, before Jane continued to thoroughly scrub Sabina with her bare hands, and then rinsed her hands off when she was done with her backside.

“Aww Mom, is that all you got for me?” Sabina joked, giving a pout.

“Now now ‘Bina. I still have your legs, chest, feet and vagina to clean.” Jane reminded her, and weirdly enough Elena gave a little shiver at how easily Jane could say… that.

Sabina whined like a little kid but was happy as soon as Jane came back with soapy hands, doing as she said. Washing her thighs and leg… pits? Her knees, down to her ankles, and lifting her foot to clean, scrub and wash those overworked runners. Then Jane stood tall, getting a fresh batch of suds on her hands before turning them both to the side to show Elena Sabina’s chest, about to be cleaned.

With soapy hands, Jane curved the muscles on Sabina’s chest, squeezing them delicately, making sure every inch of those mounds were scrubbed, and teasingly plucking at Sabina’s nipples, pinching, squeezing, twisting with sudsy fingers, making the smaller of the two Angels give an appreciative moan, and once Jane was sure she’d cleaned completely, hands slid down her abs, stomach, slid along her inner thighs, but didn’t dare go near the place Sabina was probably expecting. Once more Jane stood to rinse, and re suds, then gave Sabina what she wanted, while at the same time nothing at all. Both of them knew the curses soap had upon using it as 1, a replacement for lube, and 2, getting frisky while actually trying to clean. Sabina knew the painful burns their soap gave upon last time she begged Jane to touch her while scrubbing her down.

So Jane massaged her lips, gave soap into the curves and crookes of Sabina’s core, any hair she had, making sure it was totally clean. Not just for herself, but for proper health in general. When she was sure Sabina was totally clean, she gave a light spank to the over-excited woman, lightly directing her to rinse off.

“Want me to scrub your head?” Jane asked Sabina, holding their favorite shared substance bottle in her hands.

“Mmm… nah that’s okay. I’ll do your hair after I do mine. Soap yourself up.”

Throughout this whole time, Elena was still shyly by the door, watching the whole thing, hands and arms covering her private parts. Wasn’t she cold? Jane sure noticed.

She quickly cleaned and soaped her whole body in record time before offering a hand to the smaller Angel.

“Come here Elena. At least get warmed up. You look freezing. We won’t touch you anywhere you don’t consent, okay?”

Elena finally let her hands drop, but she took Jane’s hand, coming into the hot stream and sighing happily as she embraced the heat and got herself and her skin soaked. Sabina respectfully kept her distance as she scrubbed her own hair, and politely said “Excuse me” to Elena, to rinse her hair out.

Once Sabina was 101% shiny and clean, she pulled out the big smooth stool for Jane to sit on like a little kid while Sabina soaped up and scrubbed Jane’s head and gorgeous locks. One of the best things about the showers were the soapy head massages. And Jane rarely made any sound, but with this, she was a songbird. A pleasure for her partners' ears alone, something they would have to memorize.

With Sabina’s hands first working on the long locks that hung down, Elena watched while Jane stared at the wall across from her, before looking over and smiling happily. Once Sabina was sure the long locks were done and clean, she began to work on the scalp. Soaping it up, scrubbing gently, fingers working against her head, Jane’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted ever so slightly, she straightened her back against Sabina, tilted her head, and moaned. Softly, but both women could hear it clearly, and Sabina smiled earnestly, hearing such a wonderful sound again.

She worked her hands deep but also gently against Jane’s head, along the sides, scrubbing the back of her cranium, being very thorough while also giving Jane the stress-free massage she deserved.

Elena, as gentle and curious as she was, oddly felt obligated to join in somehow. So she went to stand directly in front of Jane, knelt down on her knees, and pulled Jane into a hug. Sabina aww’d from above as they shared a hug while Sabina still scrubbed. The hug only lasted a moment but it was enough. Something so light, so easy, yet so intimate and meaningful.

Sabina took one of the large cups they used as a shower tool, cupping over Jane’s forehead to protect her face from the soapy water she rinsed out. Rinse, rinse. Very carefully and calmly rinsing out Jane’s hair completely. Then she was done.

“All done Jane-y baby.” Sabina chimed, and the taller woman stood up to exchange the hug with Sabina, who took it and returned it very happily. They nuzzled each other, then pulled away for Sabina to hug Elena too.

“Didn’t forget you, princess.” She cooed, and hugged Elena tight, kissing her ear and cheek before pulling away. Both original Angels were soaped and clean. Now for the third.

“Alright ‘Bina, how should we do this?” Jane asked, admiring Elena’s uncovered form from the soaps by the showerhead.

“Mmm I dunno Jane, shall we both take her on?”

Both? Both.

They both looked at Elena for her reaction, decision.

“Hey Elena?” Sabina asked. “Can we get your consent to both wash you? Or whatever you wanna do.”

Deep breaths Elena. This was just a shower. With your two beautiful experienced loving girlfriends who were literal angels. No big deal.

“You can both shower me.” She decided, before quickly adding “Oh, green.” Which made the two angels grin ever so appreciatively. They really liked the color thing. It was important, important to them, so it meant a lot just for her to say that. Elena went to sit on the stool, but Sabina quickly swiped it, and Jane caught Elena’s tumbling form with ease.

“Nah-ah-ah princess, we’d like you to stand please. Sorry about that.” Sabina said, and once her hands were lathered up, so were Jane’s. Elena was a little shaken but nothing she couldn’t easily shake off with a smile.

She stood up straight with her arms out, and both Angels gave her kisses on her ears, neck, then cheeks before lathering her shoulders, raising an eyebrow to each other when Elena gave a happy hum at the little massages. They then slid along her arms and pit, then her sides, Jane tickling Elena a little and everyone giggling when Elena did.

They scrubbed and massaged her back, then turned around to her hips and stomach, Sabina tickling her this time and once again a little giggle fit ensued. They skipped and went down to wash her legs and feet, using themselves to support her off-balance, then stood before her, serious faces.

“Elena, may we have your consent to wash your privates?” Jane asked seriously, and Sabina almost crossed her arms to insinuate how important consent was to them.

Elena blinked. Wow. It was so touching how, well you know, how seriously they took consent.

“Green. You may um.. both.. clean the rest.”

Without further ado, they moved. Jane on the left, Sabina on the right. Nothing sexual, they promised. Washing her bum cheeks, then her breasts, and they looked at each other, then Elena.

“Green.”

And they went. Hands sliding along her inner thighs, Elena had literally never been touched before. Total virgin. They knew that. When they started their official polyamorous relationship, they went over everything very seriously. They slid along her lips, making sure not to try to turn her on, the sole purpose was to clean.

Any hair she may have was scrubbed and cleaned, the skin between her bum and her privates, and when she was super clean, they rinsed her off under the shower and with the cup, sliding and running their hands along her silky-smooth skin like they’d never touched anything else ever before. And when that was done with, it was time for Jane’s legendary scalp massage for Elena. Sabina snickered, standing back to watch Elena’s facial expressions when it happened. Elena was given the plastic stool to sit on, and Jane began. Soaping up her hands one last time with shampoo and conditioner, she began working on Elena’s long locks, brushing her fingers through them, getting every single strand of this young Angel’s gorgeous mane. Once she was done with that, the best part came.

“Just relax and enjoy, alright?” Jane whispered, trying to sound caring, despite what Sabina’s face may have led Elena to believe. Jane began scrubbing Elena’s scalp and immediately the small Angel’s eyes fluttered closed halfway, her shoulders slouched slightly, and she huffed out a very pleased sigh. Sabina rolled her eyes, while Jane instructed Elena politely to sit back up. Once she had, back straightened, Jane continued, looking at Sabina’s face for Elena’s reactions. A perfect triangle.

Elena leaned back against Jane’s waist and thighs, in cute utter bliss as the hands massaging her scalp, cleaning and scrubbing her hair. This should not have felt as good as it did. This was illegal. Maybe there was something in the shampoo. Or the conditioner. Or- nope. It was definitely Jane’s soft, slow, long fingers. Wow. If there was such a thing as tension in the scalp, surely it would be gone now.

Then came the cover over her eyes, and the water rinsing out. Again, slender fingers brushed through her hair, relaxing her. If it weren't for Angel training, she most likely would have fallen asleep. Jane's massage was absolutely wonderful. Wow.

And then, it was over.

The three Angels turned off and stepped out of the glass shower box, grabbed the big white fluffy towels and began to dry each other off. Jane was more careful and gentle, and was determined to completely pamper Elena till she was absolutely sure the young Angel was okay and back to her happy darling self. So Jane was drying Elena’s body efficiently. Thank goodness the towels were so soft, so Jane’s progress could be a little rougher. Sabina knew what Jane was up to, and would join in when she felt like it, but with a somewhat serious frown, she dried herself off.

Jane knew that Sabina had technically gone through something that night too, but she was stronger than Elena. Jane would help her too, later.

When Elena was all cozy and dry, her hair and her body, Jane gave her an equally fluffy housecoat to relax in. Then moved to Sabina, helping the slightly grumpy Angel. Sabina wouldn’t admit it, but when Jane was drying her off, Sabina loved to be touched, comforted and cuddled too. She was almost too eager to return the hug that Jane gave her.

More time passed and they all got dry. Together they exited the bedroom, fully intended to get dressed, maybe do something fun, go out, maybe take Elena to a fair?

As Sabina and Jane moved to the bed and began to take off their housecoats for clothes, Elena stood in the doorway, silent, watching, waiting.

“Wait.” Elena called, causing the others to freeze, turn, stare at Elena who was beckoning for their attention. Thank goodness she was talking again.

“Can I kiss you both?”

#Charlie's Angels #Charlie's Angels 2019 #fanfic #my fanfic #mine #jane x sabina x elena #ot3 #Jane kano #sabina wilson #elena houghlin #ao3 link

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Spiraling - A Fallen Hero: Rebirth Fan-fiction

Unless you want Ortega hounding you to the end of your days, you’re going to have to put on a show and convince her she doesn’t need to keep worrying about you. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. She’s fine. Wait – [Horseshoe Crab]

It’s my birthday today so have a second update this week!!!!!

[Read on AO3]

If you’re going to get Ortega to lay off of you, you need to start thinking about your appearance again. Dressing in hoodies to look inconspicuous doesn’t do you any good if it actually ends up drawing more attention to yourself. So… What do you dress like?

Once upon a time Ariadne fancied anything and everything from skirts and the femmest outfits she could get her hands on all the way to shrugging on a leather jacket and gloves as part of her roller derby get-up. What could possibly be a logical progression from that?

Don’t want to look too affluent. A waste of resources. But you don’t want to look destitute either. So… Clean, some color. Mostly greens, some purples and black for variety. Cloth and cotton, things you can layer. Mix in some new items with thrift store purchases to fill out the rest.

One day at the mall, you stumble across a cute pair of shoes with a 1” heel and add them to the pile. The old Ariadne would never have worn something like that, but fuck her. She’s dead.

Should you start doing make-up again? Stare yourself down in the mirror in the morning and make a face. Bad enough you have to see that wretched thing as much as you do already. The concealer work is enough. Leave the eyeshadow and lipstick in the past. Anyone misgenders you, you can just beat the shit out of them. It’s 2020 now, you’re totally allowed to do that, super villain or no.

God. Do you look human yet? You don’t feel it. What is Ariadne like? How do you play this? Do you play up the stutter or tamp it down? Does she find it cu– Fuck. Fucking hell. No. No you are not thinking about that. Jesus fucking christ.

You pull fabric around your shoulders, frowning in disapproval at the mirror. Once upon a time, Ortega’s mother gave you a serape like this for Christmas. That one was a rainbow of color. This shawl is a duller green, with a white geometric pattern along the edges. Still, it’s long enough, draping down to your waist. You could hide your arms completely underneath, maybe a few other things if there was a call for it. Kind of like the cape for your villain suit.

So is this you, now? Or at least, if not you; is it Ariadne? You’re allowed to change, right? Will she even buy it? You’re not sure that you do.

When you get the phone call from Ortega one evening you go along and let her make plans. You’ve got time to kill before your next big operation anyway. And you can field test your new wardrobe.

–––

“Ariadne! Hola!” Ortega raises her arm, a bright smile on her face. Looks like the last of the stitches are gone. Thank god. She’s got jeans on, another flannel shirt. No jacket today? If it wasn’t for the gave-away glint of metal embedded in her arms and hands she’d look like a textbook middle-age butch lesbian.

Did she always dress like that? Is it because she’s seeing Jane now? Swear she flirted a little more femme when she was with men. Not that you were paying attention at the time. Of course not.

Shut up.

You raise your hand back, “Hola yourself. Y–you look happy today.”

“I like the new look.”

You blink, glance down at yourself. Doubt creeping back into your head. “Uh. Well. It’s uh, it’s just stuff I had… laying around… you know.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure.” She doesn’t believe you at all, damn her.

“D–don’t think it’s for your benefit!” You hiss back, you reach up and grab the edges of your shawl, pulling the green fabric closed over your body. “B–because it’s not!”

Her smile broadens. “I didn’t say anything, Ariadne.”

“F–fuck you.”

“I like the shawl, it’s cute.”

Oh god. You can’t look at her. Face warm. Ortega has a girlfriend, what the hell is she doing? “G–good for you. You um, you want to – to get on with w–whatever the fuck we’re doing today?”

“Alright, alright.” She laughs, turning and beckoning you to follow. “We’re already here actually.” Ortega gets about halfway to the front doors before she realizes (acknowledges?) that you aren’t following her. She turns her head, flaps her arms in a ‘what?’ gesture.

Pulling your shawl tight around you, there’s newfound gratitude for how your sunglasses help to mask your eyes.

You stare up at the front facade of the Los Diablos Children’s Hospital, white tiling and red brickwork and dozens of little panes of glass like too many eyes. “Ortega…” you try to keep the panic out of your voice. “I thought you said we were doing something fun.”

She walks back to you, tight frown on her face. “We used to do this all the time, remember?”

You stare at her, “Do what?”

“Visits? Readings? You know?”

Bite your lip, is that true? Ortega seems so sure of it, but… Thinking back to hospitals all your memory coughs up is a very different kind of picture. One that makes your stomach roil and your head dizzy. True or not there’s still one problem: “Ortega… I’m trying to keep a low profile, remember?”

Ortega sighs and pats you on the shoulder. “Look, there’s no PR crew, no cameras, I haven’t even told Chen. The only person who knows we’re coming is the lady in charge of managing volunteers, Sue, and as far she knows you’re just a friend I’m dragging along.” She steps beside you, hooking her arm in yours. “So, you’ve got nothing to worry about, okay?”

You tense up as Ortega half-walks, half-drags you to the doors. “If – if, um – ninjas descend from the ceiling and kidnap me, I want you to know…”

“Yeah?”

“I f–f–fucking hate you.”

Ortega laughs, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Bright lights and white walls, men and women in scrubs, medical masks. You keep your shades on, damn politeness. Mercifully, hardly anyone spares you a thought, eyes sliding off. Fewer people than you'd believe recognize Ortega out of her Ranger’s outfit. At the same time, you do get the sense she’s a known quantity here, this isn’t her first rodeo. You’ll just have to trust her; there’s an uncomfortable thought.

You wish you had the Rat-King handy, you can wrap a song tight around your head but you could stand to have a little help filtering out the background noise. Maybe it’s your own baggage, but the chatter of hospital thoughts always has this tension to it – forced cheeriness.

Hang back and let Ortega talk to the front desk, a few minutes of waiting and the woman, she mentioned, Sue? –Susan?– comes out frowning behind the too-thick fireproof doors. Straight brown hair, dressed in white, stud earrings.

It makes an interesting contrast between her and Ortega. Ortega’s sporting her Ranger-branded sports jacket today. Ranger-blue indigo shirt underneath. Her bronzed skin a touch darker in shade than her conversation partner. It’s a good look for her – the outfit that is.

You guess.

Not that you’re an expert on Ortega’s style choices or anything.

What do you care what she looks like?

You don’t.

Shut up.

Sue and Ortega make small talk, and Ortega keeps glancing your way. Expecting you to join in? You’d rather hang back. Not talking to any doctors today, thanks.

You worry the sleeves of your shirt, pulled down to the wrists. Rub the fabric between your fingers, trace patterns over your thigh, anything to do that isn’t further chewing up the inside of your cheek.

It’s been weeks now and neither one of you have discussed the kiss in the Hospital. Maybe Ortega doesn’t even remember. Some drug-fueled fever dream.

Or…

Or maybe she hated it? Is politely letting you pretend it never happened. She’s with Jane, you have to remember. Ortega is a lot of things, but she’s not a cheater.

And now Ortega’s beckoning you over. Welp.

Take a breath, in – hold – out. You’re not scared. What are you scared of? You are Ghost, the mysterious plight of Los Diablos. They ought to be scared of you. Ortega taps the side of her head. No shades? You make a face and she gives you a serious look. You huff and pull them off, fold up and tuck them in your purse. White walls. White lights. Can feel your heart jump. Fuck. Ortega smiles at you, you fake a smile back.

You’ve got this. Everything’s under control.

Here we go.

Sue hands the two of you off to a nurse who in turn acts as your guide. You trail behind, not paying much attention to his and Ortega’s conversation. What you bother to pick up confirms that Ortega’s made a habit of these low-key visits apparently, to different hospitals across the city. Ever since returning to the Rangers.

Did Ortega used to drag you along to official Ranger PR events? You can almost remember. The memory of remembering. Try to think too hard about hospitals though, and you get panicky. Short breath. Little dizzy. A hospital is the last place you want to pass out at, thanks but go fuck yourself.

–––

A pair of tiny arms clings to your leg and a jolt of panic shoots through you. “Uh… H–h–hello?”

A girl with cropped brown hair stares back up at you. “HI LADY! I like your hair!!”

You glance at Ortega, she’s got her back to you, teaching a boy how to do some fancy handshake. You catch the eye of the nurse, hanging back by the doorway. He gives a small smile. No help there. Look back down at the kid, “T–th–thanks? Um– Don’t you want to talk to Charge over there?”

She remains undeterred. “What’s your name?”

“Ari?” You glance towards Ortega again. Help. She remains utterly unaware of your plight.

“Are you a boy or a girl?”

You choke. “W–w–what? I’m uh– I’m a girl.” Fuck. What did she pick up on? You usually pass just fine these days. Could just die right now, that would be great, thanks.

“Oh. Okay!” There is absolutely no hint of embarrassment in this girl’s mind. “Are you Ms. Charge’s girlfriend?”

You hunch down and very gently try to pry her arms off your leg. “What um, what gives you that idea?”

She tilts her head, staring you down with full intensity. “‘cause you keep looking at Ms. Charge AND everyone knows the hero’s girlfriend ALWAYS has red hair!!”

You smile to hide the panic. “W–what uh, what makes you say that?”

She gives you a doubtful look, can’t believe an adult doesn’t know this. “‘cause it’s in all the movies!! Duh!!”

“Ari!’ Oh thank god. You breathe a sigh of relief as Ortega walks over, the other kids curiously watching behind her. “Making friends?”

“Hi Ms. Charge!!” The little girl fixes her full attention to Ortega.

“Hello!” She smiles widely, “Introduce me to your friend, Ari?”

“Uh–”

“My name is Casey!” The little terror cuts in. “SHE never asked!” Casey huffs. “Your girlfriend is RUDE Ms. Charge.”

“Girlfriend?” Ortega raises her eyebrows at you.

You shake your head wildly, suddenly way too warm. “S–s–she came up with that one herself!”

An hour and a half later of helping Ortega handle the meet and greet and you’re free again.

You slip your shades back on as the two of you exit the hospital. Run a hand through your purse to find the chocolate bar, peel off the wrapper at one end with shaking hands. “That was… that was something.”

Ortega claps you on the back and you stumble forward a step. “See? I told you you’d be fine.”

“Y–yeah, well…” You frown, “If you d–don’t hear from me in a week, you only have yourself to blame.” You break off a piece of chocolate, “Want any?”

“I’m good.” Ortega smiles, you shrug and pop the candy into your mouth “So…” Her smile fades as she glances towards you, “what did you think?” The two of you leave the parking lot, walk the sidewalk, you follow her lead through the streets.

“What d–did I think?”

“Want to come with me the next time I go?”

You give her a wry smile, “Y–You’re not gonna just, uh, just spring it on me again?”

She smirks back at you, “Me? Spring something on you? Never.”

“F–f–fucking smug-ass liar.” You punch her in the shoulder, and Ortega overplays it, comically swinging to the side. “W–why do I keep letting you do this to me?” You keep asking yourself that, and the answer hasn’t gotten any less terrifying.

“Do you remember the last time we did one of those visits?” Ortega glances at you as the two of you hurry across the street.

“When was that?”

“It must have been… well, right before–” She grimaces.

“Oh.” You chew your cheek, trying to think back. Can feel your stomach lurch as the world tilts under you. You have to stop and steady yourself. Cover it up by shaking your head. “I… kind of do? I–I–I haven’t thought about this in years, sorry.” You furrow your eyebrows, “I…”

“You were–” Ortega stops herself, “Oh, sorry, go ahead.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, finish your thought, it’s fine.”

Damn.

“I… think this might be… um, the first positive experience I’ve had with a hospital in… in years.” You grimace, keenly aware of the line you’re skirting. “Between uh… you in the hospital and…”

“And…?” Ortega slows down to match your pace.

Shake your head, “No, it’s – it’s nothing. Sorry. I don’t want to talk about it.” You try to smile even though it feels fake. “What were you going to say?”

“Oh, well–” Ortega rubs the back of her neck, “I was just going to say; I had to step outside to handle a phone call. And–” She laughs, “You were on the verge of panicking, all ‘Charge! Don’t leave me alone with these kids!”

You come to a stop, and groan, run a hand over your face. “Oh my god.”

“You remember now.”

You bite your lip, nod your head. “Uh-huh.”

“How did you get into teaching them about taxonomy? You never told me.”

You can feel the heat on your face now. “Okay. Look. It–it–it made sense at the time okay!? I thought it’d be easiest to keep them from going crazy if I r–r–read them a story?”

“Okay?” Ortega stops walking, leans her shoulder against a boutique storefront’s window, watching you with a smile. You cross your arms under your shawl to try and keep your hands from shaking.

“Okay. So. I just – just grabbed the first children’s book I saw. It–It–it was this animal book? I think? But it was all cutesy and inaccurate.” You bite your lip. “And when I pointed out a mistake, they all laughed so… I just… kept… doing… that…?”

She laughs at you.

You cover your face in your hands, heat going straight to your ears. “D–don’t laugh!”

Ortega covers her mouth, “Okay, okay. Sorry, you’re just so–”

You drop your hands to your sides, “I’m just so what?” You narrow your eyes at her.

She doesn’t miss a beat. “We’ll have to get you a book to read, the next time we go.”

Oh god.

“You’re going to – to kill me Ortega…”

Her smile falters, “I hope not.”

The two of you walk the next block in silence. Is it as awkward for her as it is for you?

Finally Ortega stretches her arms over her head and says, “I don’t do these hospital visits often enough these days.”

Watch her face from the corner of your eye, trying to get a read on her. “How come?”

Ortega sags, shoulders slumped forward. “Too easy to get caught up in work. Especially lately.”

Ah.

You have to keep your face blank, don’t let your heart race. “S–still obsessed with trying to figure out Ghost?”

She gives you a grim smile. “You know it.”

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero fanfic #fanfiction #fhr/Ariadne

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