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Prompt-oween Day 17

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Prompt: Shopping for costumes with a partner.

Fandom: The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai

Characters: Jimmy and OC Julie Lawerence, brief appearance by their daughter Lily

Rating: T

Word Count: 930

Summary: Jimmy and Julie try to pick out costumes for their first Halloween as a couple.

It’s the beginning of October. Julie is sitting on the couch reading a Fear Street book, using her left foot to keep Lily’s bouncy chair going. A thought comes to her. It is her and Jimmy’s first Halloween as a couple. And their child’s first Halloween. The weight of that is not lost on her. She puts her book down, checking on her little girl.

“You fell asleep on me,” Julie says in a quiet sing-song voice. She takes Lily out of the bouncer, placing the baby on her back on the blanket on the floor. “Have a good nap.”

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Julie enters the kitchen where Jimmy is cooking dinner. She comes up behind him. Jimmy is stirring a pot of tomato sauce when he feels his wife’s arms slip around his waist. He smiles as she kisses his bicep. Turning the heat on low, he leaves the spoon in the pot. Then he turns to face Julie, wrapping his arms around her. “Can I help you with something?”

She lifts an eyebrow. “I have an idea.”

Jimmy grins. “Dinner can wait.” He leans down to kiss her.

To his dismay, she pulls away and lets go of him. Her nose crinkles, amusement glinting in her dark eyes. “That’s not what I’m talking about. And I’d rather not do what you’re thinking about on an empty stomach.”

Jimmy gives a mock sigh. “Okay. What’s on your mind?”

Julie takes his hand. “Halloween. Namely, that it’s our first Halloween as a couple, married or otherwise. And it’s Lily’s first Halloween. What do we want to do? I mean, she’ll be five months old. Is that too young for trick-or-treating? Obviously, she can’t eat candy, but there aren’t any rules saying we can’t. Or do we stay in with Lily, watching scary movies but have candy ready for trick-or-treaters? If the latter, do we dress up and decorate?”

Jimmy raises his brows. “That’s a lot to have on your mind. I’m all for free candy, but maybe we should wait a year. But I think Bobby’s going to have a small get together. Not really a party, but costumes are encouraged.”

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The next day, the couple walks into a costume shop. Julie starts looking at the nearest rack.

“So, do you have any ideas?” Jimmy asks. He flicks through a few men’s costumes on the next rack.

Julie shakes her head. “Not really. But I don’t want anything too fancy. We’ll have Lily with us, so I need to be able to slip it off for feedings.”

Jimmy nods. He puts a prince costume back. He glances at Julie. “How do you feel about couples costumes?”

She smiles. “I’m not opposed, but we have to agree on a good theme.”

Jimmy slides some clothes down the rack. He holds up a maid’s costume for her to look at. Grinning, Jimmy asks, “Want to be Magenta?”

Julie laughs. “I don’t think you could pull off Riff Raff.”

Jimmy scoffs, putting the outfit back.

Julie, still giggling, walks over to him. She pulls her husband into a hug. “Honestly, you make a better Brad.” She trails a hand to his waistband. “But you know, I wouldn’t mind seeing you dressed up like Rocky or Dr. Frank-N-Furter,” she whispers in his ear.

Jimmy groans, starting to get aroused. He pulls away. This is neither the time nor the place. “I bet you would. But, uh, maybe we should hold off on that until we can go to another midnight showing and make other plans for Lily.”

Julie smirks. “Oh, I’m gonna hold you to that.” She walks over to another rack. She makes a face at a sexy nurse costume. “Nope.”

He picks up a gold Starfleet uniform, holding it up to his body. “Do you think I’d be a good Captain Kirk?”

Julie gives him a halfhearted shrug. “I think you could pull it off. I’m just not a Kirk fan. And who would I be? Lieutenant Uhura or one of the women of the week?”

He puts it back. “Not a Star Trek fan, I take it.”

Jule shrugs again. “It’s okay. If I had to watch it, I prefer Spock and McCoy. But I will admit the movies are better than the show. Also, I prefer The Next Generation. And it’s no Star Wars.”

Jimmy perks up. “Hey, now. There’s an idea. We could be Han and Leia.”

Julie smiles at him. “We already were. Don’t you remember?”

Jimmy stops going through costumes. He appears confused. “What? In 1983? We were both kids then!”

“Doesn’t matter. I still consider it a couple costume, considering that we did in fact become a couple.”

“Nearly a decade later,” he argues.

“I don’t care. It was our first couple costume,” Julie insists. And I’m not ready for a repeat.”

Jimmy and Julie continue looking through the options. They are facing opposite directions. Each one picks up a costume.

“Jimmy, what do you think?” Julie turns to him. She is holding a red dress with white polka dots in one hand and mouse ears with a matching bow.

Jimmy laughs. “I think we’ll match.” He shows her his costume, a black bodysuit with a pullover hood that had mouse ears and red shorts.

Julie smiles. “Mickey and Minnie, a classic cartoon couple..” Then she bites her lip. “What about Lily?”

He thinks for a minute. “I’ve got it. She has that yellow onesie with a matching hat. I’ll sew on some black ears and she’ll be Pluto.”

Julie claps. “Oh, I love that idea! It’s decided then.”

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virgo-mess · 1 year

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Silver Thread

A little almost Terry Silver enemies to lovers oc drabble I've been working on. I'd like some feedback wondering if it's something anyone would be interested in? I don't have many followers on here so if you see this post give it a a read?

Silver Thread- Terry Silver x OC

Terry Silver sat quietly seething at his desk one morning, chin propped up in the palm of his hand like a little schoolgirl, as he watched her. It was all he seemed to do most days since she started interning at Dynatox Industries a few months ago. He watched her small hands weed through paperwork, doing calculations at expert speed. The she in question was Veda Noelle LaRusso. Terry couldn’t remember exactly what day he hired her; he hadn’t paid much attention when Margaret mentioned her and handed him the file.

“Just hire the one with the best scores, Margaret.” He said hastily, he skimmed a few lines to humor her. He saw that whomever the file was about had graduated from high school a bit early, was accepted into California Technical Institute on a full ride scholarship, after doing great work in their Gifted Young Minds Program. Terry found their resume quite impressive but hadn’t bothered to look at the name.

“He sounds great hire him” He said and ushered Margaret away before she could speak.

Had he glanced at the paper for more than a moment he would’ve figured out the mathematical genius he hired was actually a young woman. A gorgeous young woman at that. He watched her run a hand through the thick black waves on her head, he could even make out that she was nibbling on that plump lip of hers. Terry Silver thought about nibbling on her lip himself quite often, they looked so soft. Lips like that deserved to be kissed, but only by him. The thought of another’s lips grazing hers made his blood boil, but it was soothed by the prospect that no one else had been inside her. Terry fantasized about being the first one to enter and taint such a beautiful pure creature, at being the only one because no one else deserved to be in something so pretty, something so tight, not even him. The thought of Terry Silver not deserving something left him feeling a great deal of rage. Veda had become the object of his obsession, his desires, his rage, and his heart the moment she stepped into his office. He would never, nor could he ever allow anyone else to have her. She was his whether she was willing to accept it yet or not. She deserved it for making him feel this way, for never leaving his mind, for haunting his dreams, and rebuffing his affections.

Terry remembered the day she had shown up in his office in one of her tight little outfits. A rust colored short and blazer outfit, with a tight black top underneath, those damn knee socks, and an adorable beret sat atop her pretty little head. Terry found himself biting his lip at the memory, he’d memorized every curve of that perfect body of hers by now. He dreamt of it almost every night, it was slowly driving him insane. She would waltz in his office like she knew she owned everything in it, including him. Running her fingers through her like he wanted to, crossing her arms over her perfect breasts when he longed to put one in his mouth, staying just out of his reach when he wanted nothing more than to hold her. All while wearing the tightest, most teasing outfits she could find. She’d turn to leave in a huff about something he said that plump ass of hers bouncing tauntingly at him. Terry would be left sat at his desk breath ragged his cock hard as a rock and his heart aching as he glared at her retreating form. As if she didn’t know the hold, she had on him.

At first the dreams were just raw passionate dirty affairs he often had her bent over his desk or spread out on top of it with lust in those big brown eyes as she begged him to take her in every way. Terry would happily oblige because doing the most impure things to something so pure made his heart race in excitement. Over time the dreams steered to more intimate sensual affairs, he’d be in bed caressing every part her perfect little body gently, possessively holding her hand as he rutted into her pretty little pussy slowly, cooing her with praise and encouragement if she tensed up beneath him, telling her how happy he was to be with her and how much he wanted her to be happy, that she felt so good, that she was such a good girl for taking something so big her first time peppering her face with kisses. Veda would reward him by melting into him, cooing him with affections, moaning his name repeatedly as she peppered him with kisses of her own. And then she’d come for him. Terry would awake in a furious state of need and want, immediately needing to finish himself off, imagining those brown eyes filled with need for him was enough to have him coming hard in seconds moaning out her name with the word ‘My’ at the front of it as he finished in his hand. How dare she do this to him.

The shift from rough hot sex to gentle love making terrified him as he had never felt that way for any of the other women he had tricked into bed. Terry was always a very selfish partner with his conquests, making them come was only something he did to get what he wanted from them which was nothing more than a hard fuck when and where he wanted it. He had no real desire to make the encounters good for anyone but himself, they were purely transactional. Though still mildly selfish and transactional in sentiment, those new dreams about Veda had him prioritizing her pleasure and her comfort for her because her being in a state of contentment pleased him. Being the one to fulfill her needs and desires made him happy in a way he had never been before. He didn’t just want to fuck her hard over his desk. He wanted all of her, he wanted her heart because she took his. Stole it, left it on the floor carelessly stomping on it as she left his office that day. How could she?

Didn’t she know the thought of him being the center of her world was something Terry wanted so deeply he was willing to do whatever it took to have her in his forever. That his little game of tormenting her and reeling her back in was a twisted declaration of his devotion towards her. That he only tormented her because she tormented him by not allowing to have her. By not allowing him to love her. Did she really think he would allow just anyone to have that level of power over him? He cared about her as much as he hated her for leaving him with no desire to be with or inside anyone but her. He wanted her to feel that level of devotion, to want him as bad as he wanted her, to need him as bad as he needed her. For that reason alone, Terry despised her. How dare she make him want her so badly and not return the sentiment. Terry remembered looking down into those big brown innocent eyes for the first time. Looking back on it now that day would’ve been perfect if he had only read her file. They got off on the wrong foot quite quickly, and for some reason Terry wished he could redo it all. This constant game of cat and mouse between them, was exhausting. She seemed so uninterested in him, normally Terry wouldn’t let that stop him. He was a man who prided himself in taking what he wanted without thinking of who was hurt in the process. Terry hated that he didn’t really want to hurt Veda, he might if his hand was forced but he wouldn’t find joy in doing so, he would only relish in her tears if they were for him. If they sprang from her eyes as he took her roughly over his desk that would

delight him in a way, of course sweet words of affirmation and soothing touches would follow, and Terry hated that he now craved to prioritize aftercare but only with her, only for her. If the tears were caused by sadness, discontentment, or pain at his hands or another he wouldn’t tolerate it. He couldn’t tolerate it and it was all her fault. He remembered the overwhelming guilt he felt when tears welled in her eyes the first day they met. He hated being the one who caused them, but he also hated feeling things that he thought he had buried so long ago. He didn’t know he was still capable of such a thing. He never wanted to know he was still capable of such a thing, and he hated Veda for making them resurface. This was all her fault.

Terry heard a small knock on his office door.

“Come in” he said lazily. He didn’t bother looking up “What is it?” he said impatiently.

“I’m the new intern, the girl at the desk told to report to you” the voice was delicate and something about it caught his attention. Terry looked up from his paperwork, letting his eyes roam all over the figure before him. ‘Wow’ he thought, very few women left him in awe. He let a smirk tug on his lips.

“I’m afraid you’re in the wrong building doll face. All the fashion magazines are further down the block” he said mockingly. Models often stumbled into their building by mistake, Terry would be lying if he said he hadn’t pulled quite a few of them. He let his eyes travel to her nicely sized chest, he wondered how she got those in that tiny top. He finally met her doe-like eyes, they were big brown and rather cold at the present moment as she glared at him. He bit back a snide chuckle, something about the stunning thing with those doe-like eyes left him feeling rather animalistic. Terry felt a deep desire brew within him as he stared at her, he could overpower her without a doubt, but stalking prey was the most exciting thing for him.

“It’s alright baby doll, I can walk you over.” He said standing up.

“That won’t be needed, Mr. Silver. I work for you, though I’m very much reconsidering it now” Terry caught the snarky twinge in her voice and smirked. The petite ones were always so fiery and the most fun in bed in his experience. He watched her nice little body stiffen as he stalked over towards her slowly.

“Didn’t mean to upset you, baby doll. I’m afraid it is just a misunderstanding. You see, I hired a mathematical genius who’s studying at CalTech. Not a model, I’m sure I could find a desk job for you if you really want. You see I have it all in this file” Terry said in a teasing tone holding it up. She scoffed glaring daggers at him, if looks could kill he was certain he’d be six feet under by now but for some reason Terry found her expression quite adorable. He was mildly excited to have caused such a look to cross such an angelic face and thought about what lust would look like on it.

“Oh really? What’s his name?” she asked mockingly, narrowing her big eyes at him as if challenging him. Terry bit his lip amused, usually he’d use this as an opportunity to put someone in their place. He never let anyone get away with speaking to him like that or looking at him like that. Terry for some reason was willing to let her get away with such things and found her returning his antics without a second thought alluring. He liked it in a strange way.

“God, you’re beautiful. What do you need a job for anyway? You get with a man like me you’ll never have to lift a pretty finger a day in your life. I’d love to spoil you, doll.” He proposed, getting unnecessarily close to her inhaling her scent. She smelled like vanilla, so sweet, so delicious. He let his free hand stroke her cheek gently, her brown eyes became glossy, she looked up at him with an almost hurt expression, like he had just slapped her and for a moment Terry felt a small twinge of remorse. Letting his hand fall quickly from her cheek feeling almost wounded himself, he assured himself it was just because he didn’t want her to file a sexual harassment suit against him. But deep-down Terry knew it was because she didn’t seem to like his touch, and he wanted her to like his touch to some degree though he would never admit such a thing.

“You’re a pig” she hissed, yanking the file out of his other hand with a surprising amount of force. Terry saw great karate potential in the feisty little thing, the thought of sparring with her left him feeling hot all over. Imagining her, flushed and glistening, spread out on a mat while gazing up at him was a beautiful picture indeed. Terry bit his lip looking down at her as she opened the file to one of the pages Terry skipped those weeks ago. She looked up at him with sharp eyes, Terry felt naked under her intense gaze as she looked at him disgusted and unimpressed.

“Tell me, Mr. Silver, how many men do you know with the name Veda Noelle LaRusso. Oh, look they even put a picture of me in here for you. Rather kind of Margaret, seen as you clearly can’t read.” Veda’s eyes had grown cold again and her words taunting and dripping with sarcasm. She held the picture up practically shoving it in his face. Terry felt his smile falter, feeling wounded at the harsh tone her sweet voice had taken as he looked at the photo. Terry had to admit she was truly very beautiful, and he wondered why she chose not to capitalize on it. The thought of other men ogling at her in a magazine left Terry feeling jealous, no one really deserved to look at her that way, not even him. It was this sentiment that triggered his growing obsession, Terry always prided himself in getting everything he wanted. Seeing Veda as a shiny trophy or toy to play with as he thought fit left him feeling giddy. He ignored the twinge of guilt he felt in his chest when he thought of breaking her as payback. How dare she be more than he deserved, who did she think she was walking in here and looking at him like that? As if he was beneath her, as if she didn’t need him, as if she didn’t want him. As if he wasn’t worth wanting…

Terry’s face hardened as he glared down at her. He would simply have to show her what she was missing. Maybe she deserved to be knocked down a peg. He contemplated a fitting response to make her feel the way she had just made him feel. Naked under his gaze. “Sorry, doll. You can’t expect to walk into any man’s office dressed like you belong on a corner and expect them not to make a pass at you. Dress how you want to be treated.” he said tauntingly. He watched as her face fell slightly as she looked down at her outfit, she quickly

buttoned up her blazer and crossed her arms over her chest, becoming visibly uncomfortable. Though his words had the intended effect, Terry found himself resisting the urge to apologize when she finally met his gaze, face red and tears briming her big eyes. He reassured himself this was merely the consequence of her sharp tongue towards him, even if he had earned it. Terry straightened himself up as he walked away from her towards the large stack of boxes that sat in the corner of his office. They contained over a years’ worth of company transactions, hundreds of files that needed to be balanced out. Their last accountant quit abruptly. Terry felt a smirk tug on his face, as the vindictive idea popped into his head.

“I find your lack of professionalism rather grating Miss. LaRusso.” Terry spoke dryly, turning to look at her. Veda was stiff, her eyes focused on the floor biting her lip to keep from sobbing in the presence of her new boss on her first day.

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again” she said, the mocking tone had disappeared from her voice and instead replaced with a slight whimper. Terry bit back a groan, he’d love to hear that sound from her over and over again. But he didn’t miss that his heart wanted to hear it in a much different context. He managed to keep his composure.

“You look people in the eye when you speak to them Miss. LaRusso” Terry barked, making her jump slightly. Veda forced herself to look at him, though she really couldn’t see him that well as the tears blurred her vision threatening to spill over. Terry leered down at her stone faced. “Not only do you lack professionalism, but you also lack common courtesy. Don’t parents teach manners anymore. Perhaps you’re not a good fit for this company Miss. LaRusso” Terry said allowing the taunting tone to return back to his voice as he reentered her personal space. This time as a means of intimidation he assured himself, not because he wanted stroke her cheek again. Veda looked up at him, her bottom lip now trembling.

“Please Mr. Silver, I need this internship for college credit” She whispered, her whole body now shaking. Terry resisted the urge to comfort her as he looked down into her deep watery brown eyes. Terry felt a scowl come across his face at the thought. What about her made him feel this way, he wondered.

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before giving the man that employs you cheek, huh? I am willing to let you learn from this misstep Miss. LaRusso, I don’t want to be the reason one of CalTech’s most promising students fails before the school year has even started. Your first lesson in the adult work force is that actions have consequences. Your consequence will be to balance every file in every single one of these boxes before tomorrow” Terry said motioning to the boxes behind him. He watched her eyes travel to the boxes expecting a look of exasperation to cross her face. Instead, she met his eye again, lips still trembling. Terry considered kissing her to make it stop, maybe it would keep the tears from falling from her eyes as well. Maybe it would subside the annoying aching in his chest.

“Understood Mr. Silver” her voice sounded defeated as she swiftly walked past him to pile boxes in her little arms. Terry found he wasn’t satisfied when she turned around and the tears were flowing down her pink cheeks at a rapid pace. She said nothing and avoided eye contact as she left his office.

Terry grew increasingly annoyed with himself every time she came back in to grab a new box. She was going through them at an impressive speed; Terry didn’t know what he had expected from the girl who had won the International Mathematical Olympiad four years in a row. She had stopped crying by the fourth time she came to take another box, but it was still very clear she had been crying. Her pretty eyes remained red and puffy and soft sniffles could be heard faintly from her desk. Terry couldn’t figure out why watching her cry made him feel so bad. He’s made so many women cry, and he never once felt the way he felt watching Veda weep. It was almost painful, and he disgustingly still wanted to comfort her, hold her, and apologize for being an asshole for once in his life. He assured himself it was just because he thought the chances of having her naked beneath him were slim now. That his cock was just pissed off at him denying it the pleasure of being inside something so beautiful. Terry pondered giving himself what he wanted even if she didn’t want it. He was sure he could just pay her off for letting him have his way with her once. Would once be enough?

Terry watched as his other employees jumped to comfort her when they passed her desk, he felt a growl rumble in his chest when he saw one of his male employees rub her back softly. What right did he have to touch her that Terry didn’t? He stood from his desk in a jealous rage.

“Go back to your desk, now!” he boomed when he got to his office door; he was satisfied when the man all but fell on the floor. Veda looked down at the guy and had the nerve to ask if he was okay. She hadn’t asked if he was okay when she all but made him hate himself in the matter of a few hours had she? When she looked down on him like a pest. Terry glared at her when she offered the guy her hand as if he was more deserving of holding it than he was. Terry felt an urgency to not let the guy touch her again. To not let anyone touch her that wasn’t him.

“You can finish your work in my office LaRusso” he said through gritted teeth. Veda could tell from the tone it wasn’t a suggestion but an order. Terry watched satisfied when she pulled her hand away before the guy had chance to take it. She scrambled to pick up the file she was working on and scurried back into his office. A smile tugged on his face at how quickly he had gotten her to move for him. Terry followed behind her and made sure to slam his office door shut. Her back was to him, but he heard another sweet whimper flow from her body, and he felt himself twitch against his leg. He would consider rewarding her for gifting him with such an innocent sound.

“Veda, how are the books and numbers treating you?” Terry asked. Veda looked up at him with confused, his tone was soft almost soothing when he spoke to her this time. Terry kept his face relatively blank as he sat back in his chair even though being the center of her attention right now made his heart flutter.

“Uh, not that well, there appears to be a large sum of money missing. Who was your last accountant?” Veda asked nervously, her pretty face looked very serious. Terry didn’t like it suddenly needing to see her smile like she was in the picture from her file.

“Joe Owens, I believe he’s vacationing in Aruba right now. You ever been there?” Terry asked with a smug smile. Veda resisted the need to roll her eyes, the way Terry could flip from vindictive, to charming, to almost sweet was giving her a headache.

“I suspect he went there with the 900,000 dollars he stole from Dynatox” she said dryly pushing her calculations toward him. Terry sighed he couldn’t decide which side of her he liked best. He could acknowledge he found that fiery side incredibly hot until he got burned. He supposed he could make a game out of riling her up before sweeping in with a punishment to soften her up again. He smirked at the thought of having her both ways knowing that it would all be for him in the end.

“Check the numbers again doll” he said mockingly, seemingly unbothered. Veda scowled at him. “The way you scrunch your nose is so cute” Terry said softly, satisfied that she had done exactly what he wanted her to without realizing it. Veda blushed at the compliment, Terry was giving her whiplash right now and she had a feeling he was doing it on purpose. Terry watched her amused as the blush spread down to her neck. Yes, he quite liked this. He could maintain a delicate balance of ‘insulting’ her (he knew he would never mean any of them) then praising her for quite some time. He was giddy at the thought of making her as confused and conflicted as she had made him in the last couple of hours.

“I don’t need to check the numbers, I’m a mathematical genius. My calculations are accurate, sir” there was a slight sneer in her voice, and he knew she was growing upset with him quickly. Terry grew annoyed with himself as he felt the sudden urge to comfort her once more. How was she doing that? He held her gaze momentarily, deciding to stick with the idea of keeping her on her toes. Pushing her away and reeling her back in would get tiresome for her. She would relent and give herself to him because he deserved her, he assured himself. Terry would never admit this was more so to convince himself that he, an objectively bad person, could deserve someone like her.

“Veda” he coos huskily, beckoning her to his side of the desk with his long finger. Watching that slight blush creep up on her face once more, she stiffened as she rose and made her way to his side of the desk. Terry liked her blushing for him, and he genuinely smiled as he stood up towering over her small body. Finally letting his hands run up and down her small arms in the comforting way he had been craving to do all morning. Her skin was so soft, as he gently guiding her to sit on his desk. Terry clapped gleefully sitting back down in his chair, they were almost eye level with each other now. Veda watched him closely; her nose was still adorably scrunched up.

“Let’s just forget about the files and start over, ok baby girl?” He said making his tone gentle as he looked at her. “Why don’t you just sit here looking pretty for me while I finish this paperwork, hm? I’ll find someone else to balance the books and we can go grab lunch” Terry proposed, letting his thumb draw soothing patterns on her soft legs. Veda stiffened again at his touch almost flinching which left Terry feeling annoyingly crestfallen as he gritted his teeth. Veda practically growled as she swatted his large hands away from her legs. Terry took a deep shaky breath to compose himself, losing his temper now would ruin this for him. Worse than he already had.

“Come on baby girl, don’t be like that. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want you to feel the way you make me feel. I want you to feel good nothing would make me happier” Terry whispered, why was he still comforting her? Why was he being so honest? He reached to rub her leg again acknowledging that he liked the way he felt when he touched her. It was something beyond lust. Veda let out a dissatisfied grunt and stood up seething at him, Terry flinched despite himself. Watching as frustrated tears flowed from her big eyes for the second time today. This time acknowledging to himself he didn’t like making her cry, that seeing her cry hurt him disgustingly so to some degree.

“Veda, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry” Terry stuttered out reaching for her hand, but she pulled away from him sharply.

“Don’t ever touch me again, you disgust me” she spat; Terry flinched again at her words. Veda grabbed the freshly poured cup of coffee Margaret had given him moments ago. Today was the first time since the war that Terry felt small in the presence of another.

“Veda, baby” Terry said, breath shaking, he felt an unpleasant lump form in his throat as he stared at her. The tears kept flowing from her eyes, Terry reached out wanting to cradle her, to hold her, to touch her again. He didn’t know if it was to comfort her or himself, all he knew was that it would work for one of them. He thought there was no feasible way she couldn’t feel the same pull he felt. “I’m so sorry, Plea- “Terry was cut off by the feeling of warm coffee washing over his pulled back hair, trickling down his very expensive suit. Not even Terry could deny he deserved every bit of the verbal lashing, and he sat back down at his desk defeated. He didn’t look up as he heard her fast footsteps stomp out of his office. He couldn’t watch her leave.

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