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ugh-such-a-simpbitch · 4 years ago

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Holding onto You

Tyler Seguin x Jamie Benn

WARNINGS: 18+, very much 18+, smut, masterbation, bdsm, barebacking, oral, pegging, restraints, slight humiliation, little bit of fluff, I think that’s it just good luck.

Requested: yes? Anon said they’d read my fic if it’s seggy and benn making out so I gave y’all horny bastards more than y’all asked for 😂❤️

Word Count: 6.7k

This fic takes a bit in place of Tyler’s time in the hospital and through his recovery process. What started as thoughtful visits turned into a kindling romance full of secret passion. I hope you guys enjoy!

I do wanna quickly note, if the paragraphs look weird that’s cuz my writing was long in each paragraph and tumblr was like “that paragraph was to big for us to handle” psh yeah but I’ll show you something else big you can’t handle. It’ll make my paragraphs look like nothin 🙄 anyways, ENJOY!

It was the 2020 off season, and as we all know Tyler had to undergo surgery and therapy for his hip and knee. It was dark, miserable, and for the most part a lonely time for the golden boy. It wasn’t until he visited that brightened up Tylers day. Though he felt shameful being seen in such a vulnerable state, it was good to see his closest friend come around to help encourage and cheer him up. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have anything better to do like oh I don’t know ANYTHING?” Tyler said playfully. “oh please I could be anywhere right now if I wanted to.” Said Jamie. It had been a while since the last time they have seen each other, so this visit was very special to Tyler. Seeing his teammate struck a chord within him, it made him feel like he was special. Not like how everyone else sees him, but special in the eyes of the people closest to him. Jamie had always been there for Tyler through thick and thin, but this time it was different. “I don’t know if you’re allowed to have this but I got you some candy to snack on while you’re here.” “Why thank you Jamie, I’ll be sure to eat these later! You really didn’t have to bring me anything, you know that right?” “Yeah but I figured why not, you could use a little pick me up even if that’s just some m&ms really. You’ve been here for so long the team, including me, are rooting for your comeback whenever that may be.” In that moment Tyler felt a rather confusing feeling. He wasn’t sure if it was hope or the lack of. He was desperate to recover and do what he loves best with the guys. Hearing what Jamie said really made him feel good for a moment till his thoughts colluded and made him feel like a holdback. “Ty, I know that look on your face, what’s on your mind?” “It’s nothin really, nothin important.” He says. “No, don’t do that! Don’t do that thing where you say it’s nothing but you know deep down something is bothering you. Don’t shut down on me, we never keep anything from each other!” Jamie said sternly. Hesitantly, Tyler readjusts himself from where he is laying, Jamie helping him get comfortable, after a deep breath, he starts to open up. “I don’t think I’ll actually fully recover. I don’t think, with everything I’m having to deal with right now I just don’t think that I’ll ever get to be 100% with how I used to be. I’ll only be a setback once I’m back on the ice, that is if I ever get to get back out there...” “Could you be more dense? Of course you’re gonna recover! You’re going to comeback better than ever! It doesn’t matter how long it takes, you will come back and everyone is going to be so excited even if you still have some kinks to work out. I know it seems hard now, but you got this okay segs? No matter what you’re coming back, I’ll make damn sure of it.” Tyler couldn’t help but to actually feel encouraged, he felt warm inside. A feeling he hasn’t felt in a long time. He had been pent up in the hospital for so long there was so many emotions inside him he could never work out, but with Jamie, oh Jamie, how he makes everything feel so crystal clear. After a couple hours have passed, the nurse comes in and says it’s time for Tyler to eat, so the boys say their goodbyes and how Jamie will come by again if not tomorrow, next week. As he sat alone in the room he had adapted to finishing the grilled chicken and mashed potatoes he was given, Tyler looks over at the box of m&ms his friend has given him. He grabs the box and holds onto it with a smile on his face, not yet opening it, he embraces the box of hard shelled chocolate and falls into a peaceful sleep.

As Jamie had left his best friends hospital room, he makes his way down into the lobby, then to his car. He starts up the engine, but takes a moment to himself as he takes a deep breath in and shed a couple tears of sympathy. As he dries his slightly wetted eyes, Jamie pulls himself together, turns on the radio, and starts to drive back into his big empty home to await the next day. Jamie pulls up into the driveway, and parks his car taking his time to go inside. It wasn’t that long of a drive home, but this one felt a little more tingly than normal for Jamie. He is depicted as this manly guy that you should never mess with and he’d be damned if he allowed anyone to see him show his soft side in front of someone he isn’t fully connected with. The only person he has ever shown his soft side to was Tyler, and Tyler respected Jamie for that as he promised he wouldn’t share that information with anyone Jamie didn’t feel comfortable with. Even though he preaches it to Tyler, Jamie can shut down and build walls. He doesn’t really like to show emotion in front of anyone, he isn’t comfortable doing so. Again the only person that makes him feel like he can be truly him, is Tyler. As miserable as Tyler is being alone at the hospital, going through all these rehabilitation treatments, nobody has come to think of his good ol’ pal Jamie to see how he’s handling it all. The man sulks every night just counting the days, hoping his best friend returns to the NHL.

As he enters his home, Jamie decided to make himself a simple sandwich. As the silence runs in on him, his mind starts to wander, going to places he didn’t think even existed. It dawns on him as to what he was thinking about and for a split second actually liked what he was seeing, but he quickly shut that thought down. Jamie was a single man, but it didn’t mean he had needs. Sure he could take the easy route and just hire a hooker, but he wanted something more. To experience something more than just pity sex. He could obtain any woman he wanted, but deep down as nice as these girls were, he still didn’t feel complete. Jamie finishes his sandwich and decides to clean up and take a hot shower to blow off some excess steam. He turns on the faucet and allows the water to fall. He’s feeling more needy than usual, but he was too tired to call in for another girl to defile. He decided why not jerk off to memories of previous nights he found exhilarating, and maybe add a bit of fantasies in his mind. He undresses and steps into the shower, muscles loosening as his length starts to harden. As he starts to pump himself, his mind thinks about how he was on top of the black haired woman in fishnets named Stephanie, completely ecstatic as her screams filled the room and her cunt dripping in fluids soaking the bedsheets completely. Then he thought about the other night how he had the same girl folded over on all fours as he pounds her viciously from behind making “steph” shake crazily, as well as how he had a Blondie named Jessica pinned up against the wall and her eyes in tears begging for a slower pace, but then something changed. Jamie’s mind wanders into fantasy and his best friend enters his mind. He tried to shake it off, but after many failures he allows his powerful curiosity see where it takes him. As he slows the pace of his strokes he lets his conscious wander. “Fuck Jamie you’re going to make me cum~ I don’t think I can hold it in anymore! Fuckkk I can’t do that here! You’ll make me buy you a new one and that’s expensive as hell! OW JAMIE YOU DID THAT ON- mmmmmmm just like that baby.” Jamie hardens even more at these thoughts and his strokes move more faster and faster. He groans at his excitement as he starts to peak. Sinning in his thoughts he thinks of all the things he could do to his best friend, and that threw him overboard. Groaning and moaning loudly, Jamie cums all over in his shower, more than usual. His orgasm touching him in every cell in his body tingling up and down his body and on his cock. Tip to shaft, all he feels is a beautiful sensation. Coming back to reality, Jamie realized what he just did and pondered all night because of it.

A week later Jamie comes back to visit Tyler, this time bringing him a Victor E Green plushie “to keep him company.” The pair had kept in touch since the last time they saw each other, but Jamie had been a little dry and distant, although his one man show says otherwise. They chatted again for another couple hours, Jamie sharing some stories from previous practices. “HE DID NOT DO THAT!” Tyler yelled. “I’m serious! Ask him yourself! Pavs wanted to test the kid and Robo couldn’t stop to go back to the benches and tumbled over the barrier! You should’ve been there!” After a few moments of silence after Jamie had realized what he had said, he proceeds to speak first. “Do you get worked up in here at all? Like I know it’s a stupid question but what all do you do, other than lay In bed in here.” Tyler inhales, “ ummm well lately I’ve been working on walking on my own, and doing light exercises. Ummm well of course I watch whatever is on tv, I make sure I watch all of our games and heh some special wrestling on my phone working other parts of my body if you know what I mean!” “Just had to be cheeky didn’t you Seguin?” The boys laugh at each other’s remarks. “Dude go get you some food and come back, come dine with me tonight, we can watch the raptors play.” “I don’t know Ty it’s getting kind of late and-“ “ PLEAAAASSEEEE FOR MEEEEE YOUR BESTEST OF BEST FRIENDDDDDDD!!!” “Okay okay! Stop yelling or we’re going to get in trouble!” Jamie says while laughing. “There’s a McDonald’s down the street, I’ll pick some up and come back,” Tyler tries to interrupt, “don’t worry! I’ll smuggle you some chicken nuggets you child.” About 20 minutes later, Jamie comes back to see Tyler just getting his dinner for the night. Tyler puts the raptors on and Jamie sits back in the recliner that is in Tyler’s room. As the boys begin to eat, Jamie passes Tyler the chicken nuggets he promised to give him. “Yayyyy thank you!” He says with the biggest grin on his face. Tyler had been stuck with hospital food for a while now, Jamie bringing him the chicken gave him the most happiest feeling, since it brought a sense of normalcy back into his life. Though his time in the hospital was starting to feel like his new normal. After the game was over, Jamie stretches his legs and proceeds to start telling Tyler good bye. Saddened, Tyler gives his best friend a hug from his bed and messes with Jamie’s hair. They both laugh about it for a moment till they collected themselves. Jamie leans over and gives his friend a kiss on his head, gives him a pat, and proceeds to go home to end the night. As random as it was for Jamie to kiss Tyler on the head, it felt normal, and it didn’t bother them one bit. In fact, they both liked it. Tyler looked up at his leaving friend, gave him a smile, and proceeded to say good night. The night was over and the pair made sure to keep seeing each other after that fun night they had. Some nights Jamie would actually stay the night in Tyler’s room. He would sleep on the couch by the window and leave a little late in the morning after breakfast to go to practice. From what started to become a once a week visit turned into every other day visits, and it was the best time for both boys.

As the months past and Tyler’s release from the hospital, Jamie frequently will come over to make sure Tyler is alright and is comfortable with where he is at. Tyler’s sister were already there to help their brother, but Jamie’s help was really a reassurance on his part. One day, the girls were out and Jamie came over to take care of Tyler. Jamie insisted that they go out and take some time off to relax, but deep down it was just an excuse to be with Tyler alone for a couple hours. Tyler was at the point where he can walk on his own and skate lightly, but his sisters being there was just insurance to make sure he doesn’t accidentally hurt himself. Tyler wasn’t aware that Jamie was coming over so he thought why not take a load off and have some primal relief. Tyler had already got started and it wasn’t until Jamie walked in on him that had caught him off guard. “Well geez Jamie if you’re gonna watch you might as well put in the work and do this for me.” He said in a playful seductive manner. Jamie couldn’t help but to feel himself start to harden up beneath his shorts from Tyler’s remarks. He wasn’t sure if he was joking are if he actually meant it. “Oh please don’t act all shy now, you know you’ve thought about it and you know you want it, so come over here and finish me off.” Tyler wasn’t the type to make demands but deep down he wanted Jamie to touch him. He had secrets he never told anyone, but he was willing to take a risk with his long time best friend. “You’re not the one who gets to make the demands.” Jamie says a he lunges forward and kisses Tyler very passionately and without hesitation. The two men felt themselves both harden up as Jamie proceeds to caress Tyler’s cock. He starts slow and switches the pace of his strokes, catching Tyler off guard yet again. “Mister Tyler Seguin thinks he can make the demands? No sir I don’t think so. You’re lucky that you’re pretty and that I like you. Maybe I’ll go easy on you if you behave yourself.” Tyler didn’t think he can get harder than that, but he did and he was extremely turned on by the possessiveness and this dominating side of Jamie. He couldn’t help but to push for more. “Fuck Jamie I didn’t think you’d have anything like this in you. I can’t help but to wonder what else you have up your sleeve.” Tyler felt exhilarating, he craved so much that he didn’t even know where to begin with what he wanted to do, and Jamie was the same way. Tyler pulled Jamie in close and started to kiss him even more with more emotion in every kiss he made. He even started to kiss down onto Jamie’s neck and even took his shirt off. Tyler had already been shirtless before Jamie’s arrival, but deep down he wanted Jamie to see his skin exposed. Jamie starts to pump Tyler even faster which makes him even harder underneath his shorts. Tyler didn’t think it was fair that this was all going towards him, so immediately he pulled Jamie’s shirt off and shorts down and exposes his hardened length and proceeds to touch. “Fuck Jamie I didn’t think you liked me this much!” “Oh shut up Seguin you’re the reason why I’m here in the first place, now start working.” “Jamie Benn, all star captain who’s hooking up with his best friend. Sounds like a juicy scandal!” He teases. “Keep talking and I’ll shove my cock deep into your mouth. I’ll give you juicy.” Jamie couldn’t handle with what Tyler was doing to him. This is the first time either of them are doing anything like this, but they can’t help but to dive into their temptations. Jamie on top, the pair can’t keep their mouths off of each other and each has a hold on the other just going to town. “Fuck Jamie keep that pace! You’re going to make me cum!” Jamie then uses his free hand and puts it around Tyler’s throat. Maintaining eye contact he then says, “Not till I tell you to. Got it? Lemme hear you give your word.” Tyler was feeling too ecstatic to even get the words out. “I said let me hear you give me your word!” He says as he tightens his grip around Tyler’s throat slightly. With precum dripping from his tip, Tyler spits the words out. “I won’t cum-

until you tell me to!” “That’s what I like to hear. Good boy following instructions.” With them both fastening their strokes, kisses getting sloppier and sloppier, the two were almost at their peak. Their groans filled the room and they were so close. They were both leaking and each took a moment to taste the liquid that was laying on their hands. Tyler took it upon himself to make sure when he got his taste to make Jamie lose it. Sucking every spot that had Jamie on his hand, not missing a single spot, Jamie just about had it. Jamie proceeds to open up his mouth, about to speak- “Tyler! We’re home!” The boy’s instantly started scrambling putting back on their clothes, pretending the last 35 minutes they were experiencing never happened. “We’re in here!” Tyler shouted. The girls walk in and stand by the doorway. “Y’all are home soon” Jamie said. “Yeah, we went to go pick up some coffee and hit the spa, but by the time we got to the place they were really busy.” Said Cassidy. “There was a whole party in there, we decided we’ll just relax here at home, maybe go swimming.” Said Candace. “Well have fun I guess.” Tyler says while laughing. The girls walk away but when the guys thought they could take a breath, Cassidy runs back into the room and asks, “did something happen in here?” Tyler simply told her no and shoved her away. “Okay okay! Mister Defensive! I’ll leave y’all alone!” Even though they were so close, it was probably the most fulfilling experience both boys have ever felt in their lives. A life changing reality check, but it felt so right. The way Tyler had Jamie pushing for more, and Jamie giving into Tyler’s needs while doing what he does best, this was the best thing for the both of them. Even though they didn’t finish off the rest of the day, you knew that this was a new addiction that they never want to get sober for.

It had been a while since the two last hooked up in the golden boy’s bedroom, but it didn’t mean they didn’t talk about how they felt, and established some boundaries if they were to allow this fling to last on. Of course there were the occasional make out sessions that nearly took them back into the bedroom, but they wanted to go slow before jumping back into something that big. Tyler has been working more and has actually gotten to skate some more with the guys. He was almost 100%. Jamie and Tyler were hanging out a lot more lately, and a lot more touchy too. Cassidy had been noticing the differences with the two, so she took it upon herself to ask them if they wanted to join her for coffee after practice. The boys said sure, so after practice they meet Cassidy at a nearby Starbucks in downtown Dallas. They ordered their drinks and sat at a table in the back. The barista comes by and gives them their drinks, and her number to Tyler on a napkin. It had a little note saying “text me!” with a heart on it as well. Tyler looked up at the girl and gave her a nice smile as she walked away. Jamie looked over feeling the jealousy form into his veins. Tyler looked over and notices that within Jamie and gave him a look of reassurance, to then Jamie relaxes. Cassidy clears her throat and begins to speak. “I know there’s something going on between the two of you, and don’t even try to deny it, the day when Candace and I were going to go to the spa, yeah there was a different energy and I KNOW that there’s something goin on, so spill.” Jamie and Tyler look at Cassidy, then at each other, and back at Cassidy. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The two started busting out laughing, and almost in tears with what Cassidy had said. “You think there’s something going on between me and Jamie?” “Yes! Look at y’all! Especially just now! Seriously I want to know the truth!” The boys started laughing even harder. “Oh please, Tyler tell me right now if there actually isn’t anything going on right now. If you really mean it you’ll ask out that barista who gave you her number right here right now.” Jamie and Tyler both tense up. Tyler looks over at Jamie and back at his sister feeling attacked and unsure what he’s going to do. Is he going to tell his sister about the secret relationship with his best friend, or is he going to get into one to prove a false point to keep the secrecy alive? “Cass, just cuz there isn’t anything going on between us doesn’t mean I actually want to ask that girl out.” “Come on ty, look at her, she’s blonde and absolutely GORGEOUS! How could you not want to ask her out?” “Well from the sound of it, it seems like you’re the one interested in her eh? Maybe I should give you her number! Since you’re the one acting like you’re the one wanting to share something.” “That’s not what I-“ “I- I- what? How does it feel when someone close to you starts making assumptions about something that big in your life? Yeah not fun is it?” “Ty, I’m sor-“ “Save it, I don’t wanna hear it.” Jamie steps in. “Tyler, chill, it’s fine. She’s just curious. I know you’re doing this so I’d be comfortable, but I trust your sister enough for her to know. So it’s alright, you can tell her.” “Tell me what? -gasp- SO THERE REALLY-“ “shhhhhhh keep it down, we don’t want the whole world to know!” “Sorry! Sorry!...so there really is something going on between you two?” Tyler begins to speak. “Yeah, your speculations were right, I just hope you haven’t spread anything about it to any of your friends?” “Oh no you’re good! They’re completely oblivious. But like have y’all two you knowww did the do?” “Why is that relevant?” “I DONT KNOW! I’m just curious! I’m just now finding out my only brother is hooking up with his best friend and kept me AND everyone else in the dark about it! So can you blame me for wanting answers?” “Okay! We’ll tell you everything! Just chill out! Or I’m ordering you a decaf young lady!” The trio sat at the table for a good long hour, catching the young girl up with all of the things Tyler and Jamie kept in the dark. When they got through, they went

their separate ways as Cassidy had to meet up with some of her friends and the undercover partners were on their way to a secret date that will end in Tyler staying the night.

Jamie and Tyler both went back home after their encounter with Cassidy to get refreshed and dressed for the date night they had planned. They of course told Cassidy that’s what they were going to do tonight so she insisted Tyler call her when he’s out of the shower so she can help him pick out clothes. He reassured her it wasn’t going to be something big, just a simple dinner, a couple beers, and some relax time back at Jamie’s house. Cassidy was still hellbent and persistent on having her brother call her, so he said fine, he would call her later. “Alright little miss fangirl, I’ll call you later. Now stop being weird and go hang out with your friends!” “Byeeeee I love youuuuu!” They all said their farewells and parted ways. Jamie and Tyler had carpooled, so Jamie dropped Tyler off at his place. Tyler goes inside his house and is greeted with 3 glorious fur babies. Tyler lays his bag down by the door and heads up stairs to shower. Jamie said he would come pick him up at 6:30, it was already 4:39. Tyler saw he had some time so he heads into the shower and freshens up. After he got out, he put on some clean boxers and went ahead and dialed up Cassidy since he promised to call her when he was out of the shower. It took a couple rings until she answered. “You actually called!” The young girl said happily. “Well yeah, you’d kill me in my sleep if I didn’t.” “I would not! That would be a waste of a kill! Now, show the closet!” Tyler flipped the camera and showed his sister the clothes in his closet. He already informed her that he was just going to wear some shorts, but she can pick an appropriate shirt for tonight. After a couple of minutes had passed the young girl decided on the all black tshirt and the black button up shirt with a tiny white pattern embroidered everywhere. “Alright, I gotta get ready. Thanks sis!” “Have fun dork!” Tyler hangs up the phone, and proceeds to dress himself accordingly. He went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth again, fix his hair, and spray some cologne. An hour had already passed by so Tyler started packing a backpack. He added the usual extra clothes and his personal items in the bag. There really wasn’t much he needed to take since he was staying only for the night. Tyler was all set and ready so he decided to feed the dogs. Candace was supposed to come over to watch the dogs, she had already texted Tyler saying she was 5 minutes away from his house. She was aware that he was staying the night with Jamie, but she didn’t know the whole itinerary. Cassidy was also going to drop by to help her sister, but it wouldn’t have been till later when she will show up. 6:30 rolls around and with a Jamie on time, he pulls up to the driveway. Candace still wasn’t there yet, but she wasn’t too far away from the last she spoke to her brother. Jamie walks into the house and is greeted with a kiss from Tyler. “Hey, Candace is almost here she’s going to watch the dogs for me tonight.” He said with a grin. “Alright. We can wait here a bit till she shows up, it shouldn’t be that long right?” To his demise, Candace pulls up and comes in the house. “I’m here! I hope I didn’t make y’all wait that long!” “It’s okay Candy, I just got here.” Jamie told the girl. Candy was Candace’s nickname, just like “Cass” is Cassidy’s. “Well, y’all go do whatever it is y’all are gonna do and have fun tonight! Don’t worry I got this, and Cass should be coming over later as well, so yeah we got this! Go have fun!” “Alright alright bye! I’ll see you tomorrow!” As Candace gave her brother and Jamie a hug, she shoved them out of the house and closed the door behind her without even looking back. She had a long day at work and she knows that the dogs are well behaved, so she was going to have herself a self care night along with her sister whenever she gets home as well. Candace was more responsible than Cassidy. She had more of a mom feature while her sister was more young and spirited, but the two complimented each other like yin and yang.

Jamie and Tyler drive off and are on their way to dinner. They drive to an In n Out burger up north on the belt line. They went in and ordered some burgers and some fries, got their drinks, payed, and went to station themselves in a booth in the back of the joint. They made some small talk throughout their time there and while they ate. After they were through, the boys cleaned up after themselves and left to go back home. The drive was a little lengthy, but it wasn’t like a little music that couldn’t help. Tyler controlled the music, as that’s the only thing he’ll actually get to control. He started to play Montero by lil nas x, and turned up the volume. Jamie started laughing as he isn’t quite fond of the song, but turned to Tyler and watched him dance in his seat, screaming the lyrics. “CALL ME WHEN YOU WANT, CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED, CALL ME IN THE MORNING, ILL BE ON THE WAY~” Jamie started laughing out loud on the verge of tears from Tyler’s actions. He loved seeing Tyler do outgoing things like that, it made him feel happy and grateful that he even has Tyler in his life, just this time he feels even happier. “You’re crazy you know that right.” ”Yeah but I’m your crazy and you adore it!” He wasn’t wrong, Jamie loved everything about Tyler, he really did adore him, even if they have only been together for a short amount of time. Jamie turns onto his street and proceeds to pull into his driveway. As everyone gets out, he took it upon himself to carry Tyler’s bag in for him. It wasn’t the first time Tyler has been to Jamie’s house, but this time it felt like it was the first time all over again. Jamie runs upstairs real quick to put Tyler bag in his room, then runs back down. Tyler was already sitting on the couch, starting up Netflix so the two can watch a movie. Jamie goes into the kitchen to give Tyler a beer while he quickly runs back to the blanket and towels closet for some blankets just in case of any of them get cold. Jamie lays the blankets on one of the recliner’s he has and sits on the opposite end of the couch from Tyler. “So what do you want to watch.” Tyler asks. “Mmm doesn’t matter you can pick the movie.” “ALRIGHT!” After a couple minutes of searching, Tyler stumbles over a movie he absolutely loves. “BACK TO THE FUTURE!” “Alright alright, we’ll watch it again!” As the movie starts, the guys had already downed one beer, but craved for more theater type foods rather than alcohol. Jamie popped up some popcorn and brought in some sodas, as Tyler helped him and grabbed a blanket from the recliner. “You’re cold?” “Just a bit yeah, it’s all good though.” “Come sit over here by me babe.” Tyler scuffled over moving his drink and popcorn over by Jamie and cuddles up into the arms of his lover and progressed to watch the movie. They were already midway through the film till Jamie spoke up. “Why is he trying to fuck his mom?” “Honestly I don’t know.” ��She’s not even that hot.” “Jamie! Rude!” “What!? I’m just saying! If anyone is hot it’s you!” Jamie starts to run his fingers through Tyler’s curls. “Well I think you’re hotter.” Tyler leans towards Jamie and gives him a long kiss. As Tyler was going to pull away, Jamie immediately pulls back. Kissing him harder and passionately. Jamie was hardening up and fast. Tyler notices and climbs on top of Jamie. “Damn baby you must’ve liked that didn’t ya?” He says while he slowly starts to rock his hips onto Jamie, making him start to harden up. The energy shifted from cute and comfortable to lust and adrenaline filled real quick. “You’re really asking for it aren’t you hun?” “Maybe...what are you gonna do about it love?” In an instant, Jamie flipped Tyler onto his back, turning off the tv, and removing his shirt all in the process. “I’m gonna fuck you up if you keep talking to me like that baby. So what’s it going to be? Slow and steady? Or fast and crazy?” Tyler was ecstatic, he honestly wanted Tyler to go a little crazy on him, he wanted to be dominated, he wanted what they didn’t finish off the first time. Tyler kisses Jamie and bites his lower lip after pulling away.

“Crazy it is then. I sure hope you can handle it baby, there’s no going back from it.” Jamie takes off Tyler’s shirt and throws it on the ground while kissing him. He picks Tyler up and carries him into his bedroom and throws him onto the bed. Shutting the door behind him Jamie takes off his shorts as Tyler does the same. Jamie on top he starts kissing Tyler deeper and deeper, even slipping some tongue every once in a while. He pulls Tyler’s boxers off and starts to touch him. He starts to massage the tip and trickle his fingers up and down his partners shaft making him tense in pleasure from the touch. Jamie then pulls his boxers off as well, exposing himself to Tyler and pull him onto his knees on the floor. “Since you wanted to play big shot and run your mouth, start sucking.” Tyler looks up at Jamie with glee as he licks up his length all the way to the tip and back down. As Jamie groans, Tyler works his way nipping at the tip and slowly wraps his mouth around Jamie’s cock. Tyler was taking his sweet time until Jamie grabbed his head and shoved him down further forcing him to take in more of him, and a lot faster too. It got to the point where Jamie stood up and started thrusting himself into Tyler’s mouth making him gag and drool all over his face and on Jamie’s cock. Jamie pulls himself to admire Tyler looking like a hot mess on the floor. Catching his breath Tyler tries to take Jamie back in, but Jamie wouldn’t let him. Instead Jamie sets Tyler back on the bed and spreads his legs apart. Jamie starts to do the work by taking in as much of Tyler in his mouth as he can. Tyler started to moan a lot especially at the pace Jamie enforced. “Goddammit Jamie that feels so good! Just like that baby! Anymore and you’ll make me cum!” After a few moments Tyler getting close to his peak, Jamie stops and raises himself up to kiss Tyler. Re-enacting a previous encounter, Jamie puts both hands on Tyler and has him laying flat on his back while Jamie straddles on top. “What did I tell you last time?” “What do you mean babe?” “No I know you remember, What did I tell you last time” tightening the grip just a bit, Tyler answers. “No cumming until daddy tells me to.” “That’s right baby, no cumming until I tell you to, so that means if you’re about to cum, you tell me immediately okay? Or else there will be punishment to pay.” Removing his hands and replacing them on the bed, Jamie starts to kiss Tyler’s neck and proceeds to suck on his skin making sure he leaves marks on his lover. Jamie then gets up and pulls out a box full of some restraints that he’s dying to use on Tyler. He turns Tyler around on his knees and facing away from him. Jamie then wraps himself around Tyler kissing him from behind as he started to pump Tyler’s cock sending him into a flurry. Tyler was trying to find a place to grab a hold of, but Jamie had other plans. Jamie grabbed the handcuffs from the box and grabbed both of Tyler arms, and put them behind his back. Cuffing him, Jamie keeps his lips on Tyler’s neck. “Is that too tight for you baby?” “No babe, feels just right.” Jamie starts to continue what he was doing before, making Tyler spread himself further into the sheets loving what Jamie was doing to him. “Jamie! Baby you’re gonna make me cum! I’m about to cum!” Jamie then stops his motions and moves Tyler to face him and start sucking on his hardened length again. While Tyler was working his mouth, Jamie pulled out a bottle of lube, getting ready to use it. He pulls Tyler off of him, and turns him around spreading him out on all fours. Jamie then opens up the bottle of lube and starts to squirt the liquid out all over his length, and on Tyler. Jamie crawls behind Tyler and starts to whisper in his ear, “if it’s too much for you to handle just let me know baby. I want you to feel good okay.” Taking a moment, Jamie inserts himself into Tyler, pegging him from behind bareback. He takes his time as they both of them start to moan excessively. Jamie continues to push himself more forward, adding more lube every once in a while to make his insertion easier.

Finally, after achieving to insert himself fulling into Tyler, Jamie starts to thrust. Holding onto Tyler’s cuffed hands, Jamie starts to ease into the pace. “Goddamn Tyler, who knew you’d feel so good on my cock like this. Baby you’re my addiction. How’s it feel now? Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck you from behind like this?” Tyler tensing at the new refound pleasure he is met with, he attempts to talk. “Fucking hell Jamie! Goddammit! Ahhh, faster baby! Hell if I can’t walk right in the morning, people will just say it’s my knee, so just do it! Don’t hold back!” The permission Tyler just gave Jamie was like walking into a tigers cage dressed in meat. In an instant, Jamie pulls Tyler up with a hand at his throat and the other at his hips, Jamie takes the open invitation and starts to unleash his inner animal. The pace started moving faster and faster. The bed started to shake and move to the rhythm of the thrusts. “Fu-uu-uu-uck Ja-aa-aa-mi-ie-ee, im go-onna cu-uu-uum no-oo-ow!” Jamie then pulls out, removes the cuffs, repositions Tyler on his back, then recuffs Tyler but moving his hands above his head. Jamie then reinserts himself more easier this time, and goes straight back to work. Jamie was almost at his peak as well, every thrust, every bounce, every slap, he was inching closer and closer. “Goshh...fuckkk...Tyler, you can cum now!” As both boys reach their peaks, they are both dripping in each other’s white colored icing. Jamie pulls himself out and finishes cumming on top of Tyler. Taking a finger, Jamie swipes some of Tyler cum off of his stomach and proceeds to taste. “Sweet, as expected. You’re my sugar rush.” “Lemme get a taste!” Tyler kisses Jamie’s get a taste of himself. To his delight, he finds Jamie’s statement to be true, then decides to take a taste of Jamie. “Heavenly bliss baby.” Jamie does the same to Tyler as he had done to him. “Damn right, it’s very blissful. How do you feel babe?” “Like I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” “Haha I could say the same thing right now.” Jamie gets up and brings a wet rag to clean the both of them up. Afterwards, Jamie throws the rag on the floor somewhere and proceeds to take the hand cuffs off of Tyler. They both then got underneath the sheets and cuddled with each other for a little bit. Tyler looks up at Jamie and proceeds to speak. “I could stay with you forever you know?” “Yeah, I think I’d like that a lot.” “I love you.” “I love you to Tyler, so much.”

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Doctor Harry XIV. Salir.

A/N: I personally love this. I hope you enjoy it too! :)

***Preview:

It's funny to me that she thinks my infatuation with her is about her neckline. I mean, sure, it got me breathless when I saw her tonight because she doesn’t usually dress like this and man, she looks like some sort of sex goddess; but it’s just so much more than that. It’s the way she walks, the way she bites her bottom lip, the way she calls me off…

After she unbuttons my shirt, her warm hands caress my exposed chest and she takes my shirt down my arms until it joins my jacket. Her eyes roam my chest before she smiles and takes the air out of my lungs.

“Naked Harry is my favourite Harry, you know?”

Fuck... She’s so naughty tonight. I feel her nails sinking down the skin of my shoulders before she scratches my chest and watches the pink mark she’s leaving with lustful eyes.

“Next time, don’t take so long before you kiss me.”

She pouts and it seems to have a direct line with my cock, especially when her plump bottom lip sticks out. I want to bite it and suck it into my mouth and lick it until we’re both out of breath. This girl is going to drive me crazy. I don’t know what she wants from me.

INDIE’S POV

Antonio Vega floods my room as I stare mindlessly at the notes professor Gibbins sent me. Not only did he send me the notes from the seminar I missed on Monday, he’s also sent me the notes for the rest of the week. He always sends us the notes but since he does that before lectures, we still have to add the stuff we discuss in class but I can tell he rewrote these notes after the lectures because I can read question: and answer: and it just fills my heart to imagine him writing those down for me. He must be such an incredible friend because he’s kind to everybody, I can only imagine how great he must treat his friends.

And talking about friends… I haven’t yet seen Jason or Ollie. Marie came over for lunch yesterday again but this time it was on me. I am a lot better now, I’d say I’m okay now, I just haven’t been going to the lectures because my teachers are doctors and the lectures hall is right after the hospital. It’s dangerous to go near a hospital with the flu. Some people there just can’t dare to get it.

But I know nothing from Ollie or J either. Olivia just doesn’t participate on the group chat and when Jason does it’s never to say something about himself. I hope he’s talking to the girls at least or that he just doesn’t have much to tell. Considering his situation, that’s a good thing.

I miss them though. I miss the Golden Girls and I miss going out with them and having a drink and trying to find a guy for Marie. I don’t know how long for I’m going to stand not talking to Ollie. I don’t know how she does it. I really miss her.

Harry: What are you doing tonight?

I try to get back to my surgery notes and ignore Harry’s text. I don’t know what I’m doing tonight but I don’t know if I want to see him. Okay, I’m lying, I seem to always want to see him but I don’t know if that’s what’s best for me.

Wednesday was the strangest day of my life. I woke up before he did for once and I let him sleep in. After what had happened in the am, and him almost crying and me not knowing how to comfort him, I thought he needed that sleep yet those hours of alone time and silence did no good to my racing thoughts.

I felt terrible. I still remember that feeling on the pit of my stomach that went up all the way to my throat. I felt terrible for him and I felt terrible for Dylan, I felt terribly guilty for both of them.

I don’t know why I want to know what was Harry’s turning point so bad. I’ve never been a nosy person, but maybe even that he’s rubbing off on me; and the uncertainty is curiosity’s best friend so I set my imagination free.

He can’t have lost the love of his life too. That would be too much of a coincidence but somehow, and in a fucked-up way, that would settle me down. If he was doing the same thing I am doing, I wouldn’t feel so guilty. He would have his own Dylan and I would be his Harry and that would make things better but that’s just a selfish thought and anyway the likelihood that that’s what’s wrong with him is so small it’s not even worth considering it.

Then I consider drugs. He does take diazepam in order to sleep and even though that’s not necessarily doing drugs, I read somewhere that anaesthetists are the kind of doctors who more often did drugs because of the easy access. What if he started taking amphetamines so as to study, that would partially explain his brilliance, and then he just couldn’t get out of it? He’s under so much pressure too and pressure and stress and not wanting to disappoint anyone are the perfect storm for an addiction like that.

I really hope that’s not the case. I don’t think I can go through that again but I’d feel terrible leaving him alone to deal with that if I found out that’s the case. I mean Harry is not my responsibility, his life is none of my business and I don’t have nor need to help him. Plus I wouldn’t even know how, I’m not a therapist. But I’ve been through this once already and if I couldn’t help Dylan, why would I be able to help him?

I wonder if I could ever share that with him. I’ve never shared that with anyone. Not even with Jason or Coco but they know because they’ve lived it too. Not like me but they saw it. I hate that he triggers me so much. I’m fine when I don’t think about, I’m fine when I don’t think about it.

“Blue…”

I turn around from my chair and face my begging sister. I know that tone, she’s going to ask for something. I give her a knowing look and she bites her bottom lip.

“What are you doing tonight?”

I think about Harry’s text.

“Nothing.” I shrug. “Catching up on studying I guess.”

She walks slowly and somehow dramatically inside my room until she takes a seat on my bed. She’s wearing party clothes, a black mini skirt and a white silk blouse crossed at the front. I frown. I don’t know where this is going.

“It’s Elvis Buchanan’s birthday party tonight-”

“Oh no, no, no, no.” I don’t let her finish.

Those parties are just a combination of everything I hate. It’s just rich guys trying to prove to rich girls they’re as rich as their daddies and then someone showing you their fancy car and offering to take you home just so they can make out with you and then tell the rest of them. No, no, no, there’s no way I’m going to one of those.

When I was sixteen, that was all I did. Going to stupid parties with stupid people and buying stupid ridiculously expensive dresses and just try not to be left out because that’s what always happens, that’s all they know how to do, making you feel bad. But I’ve come a long way from there and I am not about to go back there.

“Please!” Coco pouts. “Chicco’s gonna be there.”

“Chicco’s a complete ass.”

“He’s not! Please, please, please.”

She’s giving me puppy eyes. I’m so sorry for her. Her friend Amanda left to Paris when they started uni and she was the only decent person in that circle so now Coco’s all alone with all those bitches. I wish she’d just ignore them like Rio and I do, but she’s just more fit for that high society than my brother and I ever were.

Harry: Do you have plans?

“Coco, those people-”

“I know, I know what you’re going to say but not all of us are as lucky as you and have friend as great as yours.” She sighs and looks away from me but I can still see her pout.

Oh, Coco, if you knew I’m not so sure I even have friends anymore.

“Chicco’s gonna be there and the rest of girls too… Daniela too… If I don’t go then they might get their way with him. I almost have him, Blue! He was here the other night! And had sushi with me! And he doesn’t like sushi!”

That makes me chuckle. Gosh, I don’t know what to do. I think leaving the house might do me good and I actually feel like going out but I want to go out with my real friends not with these rich kids. I bite my bottom lip.

Harry: Hey, rich girl

Harry: Don’t play hard to get

Harry: Tell me

Harry: Am I worth your precious time or not?

He has to be kidding me. I hate it when people call me that. It’s not my fault my family is wealthy but I’m not just that. I don’t want to be any of that.

Harry: You’re so boring, Indie…

“The girls said someone from your hospital was invited too. Guido Matteoti’s older brother…” Coco adds. “I think his name is Marco. They’re obviously Italian.”

“Mario.” I look up from my phone to her and her eyebrows raise on her forehead.

“Mario, yeah, that’s the one. Do you know him? He’s hot, they say.”

“He went out with Olivia a few times.” I tell her.

“He did?” Her eyes widen in bliss. “Maybe Ollie’s coming then! Did you text her?”

I shake my head. I haven’t texted her since last Saturday but I don’t think she’s going to be there. But maybe she is? She could have been invited anyway. Ollie moves in that high-class circle too… And she bought a Stella McCartney dress a couple days ago… And I want to see her.

“Alright, I’m going but-”

Coco doesn’t let me finish my conditions as she wraps her thin arms around me and squeezes me.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re leaving if they start talking about cars to you or if someone orders a Dom Perignon special edition.”

I chuckle.

“I’m going to have a look through your closet. Don’t really like this shirt, it makes my legs look like two loose pieces of thread.”

I throw my head back and laugh. My clothes are oversized for her but if she likes anything she can take it. I text Harry back before I start getting ready myself.

Indie: I already have plans.

Indie: Sorry.

He’s online but he’s not answering. He types, he deletes it, he types, he deletes it. Honestly I don’t know what he was expecting. He really does think I’m going to drop everything for him whenever he wants me to. I’m not a toy.

I decide on a bodycon dress I’ve already worn hundreds of times before. It’s elegant and for some reason I feel comfortable with it even if it’s far more revealing that the clothes I normally wear. The neckline is low cut for starters but I like it, it flatters my chest. It’s got a tight champagne-grey lining embellished with a geometrical pattern of silver sequins and pearls. I combine it with champagne heels and a champagne clutch bag and leave my wavy hair down.

“Wow” Coco gapes at me and I give her a smile.

“Do you like it?”

“You do know you look like a goddess right? Man, I wish I had your curves.”

“I wish I had your legs.”

“You mean these needles?” She pouts.

I stare at her. She looks so gorgeous and so elegant on that dress. In the end she chose a bodycon dress with a low v neckline with a pattern of horizontal stripes with fringes, and sequins and pearls. The colours remind me of those of a majestic peacock with back and turquoise and indigo blue. The dress flatters her to perfection and her long, straight dark hair falls on her back making her look like some sort of aboriginal princess.

“You look incredible, Coco.”

“Your boobs look huge too!” She compliments? I guess.

I laugh and push her away from my room and towards the door. We’re taking a cab to the party and the taxi driver is already waiting outside.

Elvis Buchanan’s house is ridiculously huge. The kind of huge that could only be explained if you live together with another fourteen people. I don’t understand why anyone would need a house this big. It’s just plain silly.

Coco and I walk along the path that leads from the opened metal fence of the entrance to the house and I notice the tasteful tiny white stones that decorate the green grass. They look like hail.

A guy from the Buchanan’s service opens the door for us and I do a quick scan of the crowd hoping to find Olivia. It doesn’t matter how many people there are in a room, you can always spot Olivia. That’s how gorgeous she is. But I don’t see her.

Coco lets me know where Chicco is and to my surprise I see him talking to some other guys, not surrounded by slender rich girls like I had imagined him, so I take Coco’s coat and tell her I’ll leave it wherever it is we’re supposed to leave it for her. The longer I can be away from the party the better. I decide on asking the guy who opened the door for us where I should leave the coats but I get a call from a Marie.

“Hi, lovey.” I greet her.

“Hi, Indie-pixie, how are you?”

“I’m good, thank you, and you?”

I want to ask her about Olivia. Whether she knows if she’s going to be here or not. I also want to ask her why in the world she’s not at all angry after what she did to Mario. Especially considering how judgy Marie can be; her words, not mine.

“I’m good too. You didn’t check the group that’s why I’m calling. Listen, Jason invited us all to have dinner at his house and then we can go out for a drink or maybe go to 505.”

Us all? I frown.

“I’m not stepping a foot in that house.”

“Come on, Indie, David is not even going to be there.”

“Oh, is he on a satanic spiritual retreat?”

“Indie…”

I sigh.

“I already have plans, Marie.”

“Oh.” I can hear the surprise on her voice. “Are you with Harry?”

“No, I’m with Coco. I went with her to this birthday party. You know, family friends’ stuff.”

“Oh.” That surprises her even more. “But you hate those things.” She chuckles.

“Yeah, but Coco doesn’t.” Plus, I thought Olivia would be here but I guess she’s having dinner at Jason’s now. “Anyway, I gotta go. I need to find out where to keep our coats.”

“Okay, have fun, honey.”

“You too. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I keep my phone on my purse and ask the guy that opened the door for us. He says there’s a cloakroom service. My face must speak for me because he chuckles along before I shake my head and disappear down the hall.

There is a freaking cloakroom service! I can’t believe this. Luckily, there’s no one waiting so I’m going to participate in this pathetic situation as little as possible. The girl gives me a polite smile as I hand over our coats but she doesn’t even take them as another guy jumps in and hands in his.

“Keep this one, please.”

She goes attend him and completely ignores me.

“Hey! It’s my turn!”

“Miss” The girl from the cloakroom tries to stop me but when the guy faces me I just raise my eyebrows.

His dark brown eyes set on me and his frown relaxes into a smile. His hair is dark and up in a casual quiff and his skin is tanned. He’s got a beautiful smile but he was still rude.

“That’s okay, Elisabeth.” He tells the girls. “Keep her coat in and then you can keep this one.”

“Okay, sir.”

Sir? He’s like a boy!

“Just so you know, if I get in trouble for this, it’d be your fault.” He points a finger at me giving me another smile.

“What do I care?”

I tilt my neck and stare back at the girl and I see her eyes widening. My rude attitude is probably freaking her out. It’s not usual for girls from my status to talk like that, especially to someone they don’t even know, but who cares? This guy came in here thinking he owns the place and trying to jump the queue and now he thinks he can win me over with that white teeth smile. The girl hands me a red silk ribbon with a number on and I keep it on my purse. The brunette offers me his hand and I look at it and then at him.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

“What’s yours?”

I see the girl opening her eyes even wider from the corner of my eyes. She reminds me of Marie, with her judgy faces and her polite words.

“Heard that, Elisabeth?” He’s still grinning at me. “You’d think your guests would know your name at your birthday party.”

Elvis Buchanan. I should have guessed. He did not walk in here as if he owned the place, he does own the place. Well, all the more reason to consider him rude, jumping the queue over your own guest.

“You came here with someone?” I nod at his question. “And your date didn’t even take care of your coat.” He purses his lips disapprovingly.

“I can take care of my own coat.”

He grins, he liked my answer. He amuses me so I give him a smile before I walk away. He reminds me of Harry.

“You didn’t tell me your name.” He calls me out.

“Indigo.” It’s his birthday after all and this is his house, I can’t be that rude. “Anderson.”

“You’re Coco’s sister?”

I nod and he nods slower, readjusting his black suit jacket before he walks past me.

“I gotta go now but I hope we can talk some more later. Just walk straight up to me, yeah? I gotta feeling people won’t get off my back tonight, since it’s my birthday and all that shit.”

I smile and nod. It seems like I’m gonna like this guy after all. He’s at least interesting and that’s a lot more than I can say for the vast majority of them.

“Oh, miss, you’re lucky you’re pretty.” The girl from the cloakroom giggles. “I was honestly suffering for you. I thought he was going to kick you out.”

“Is he that bad?” I ask her.

“Aren’t they all?” She rolls her eyes.

I throw my head back and laugh and her eyes widen again when she realizes, after all, I am one of them.

“Sorry.”

I dismiss her and silently pray for her to keep her job. I bet it sucks though because I’m sure every guy tries to hit on her. She’s pretty too and rich guys have a tendency to think they can have anything they want, more so if the girl they’re hitting on is not high class. They’re trash but that we all know.

I make my way inside the insanely huge living room and have a look around to see if I can spot Coco. She’s laughing at Chicco’s terrible jokes. I can’t hear them but I bet they suck. I try to get away from the dance floor before one of those guy who are uninvitedly throwing dirty glances at me thinks it’s safe to approach me and instead I make my way towards the bar. I’ll get a drink before I have to dodge familiar faces in my search for Mario. I mean, Coco said he’ll be here and if I have to spend the night waiting for Chicco to actually kiss her, I might as well do it with someone I like. I didn’t know Mario moved in this circle either so finding out about it might be interesting.

My phone vibrates on my purse though so I get it out before I order. I frown when I see Jason’s name. I should pick up but I’m still hurt by what he said the other night to me and I don’t want to do this over the phone. If this is about me not going to his stupid dinner, he has to understand I won’t go to that house. I keep my phone on my purse. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. When the waitress looks at me, I open my mouth to order but she places a drink in front of me. I frown.

“Bulldog and Fever Tree Mediterranean, right?”

“Yes but how did you-”

She smiles and points at the other end of the bar and I can’t believe my eyes. Harry’s smile goes beyond his cheerful mesmerising green eyes and I could fall on my knees.

I grip my drink and don’t take my eyes off him- I couldn’t if I wanted to- as he makes his way towards me. Everything around him disappears to me for he drinks all of my attention. He’s without a doubt the most handsome, sexy and magnetic man in this room, and in every other. He looks so dreamy, like some sort of eye candy in a light pink shirt and a dark grey suit that makes him look like some sort of illusion.

I’m completely spellbound and it’s almost hard to stand on my feet. I feel my blood running fiercely through my veins and my heart beating wildly and I just saw him. This reaction is not normal and I know that, this has never happened to me, but I can’t control it.

From this distance, there’s nothing I don’t like about him. The way he looks, the way he walks, the way he smiles, the way he’s looking at me; even the way he lifts my chin with two fingers and closes my gaping mouth. How embarrassing.

“It’s a good thing I got you a drink, right? Bet your mouth is dry already.”

I roll my eyes. You see from this distance, I can hear him talk, so there are some things I don’t like about him. He chuckles though.

“So this was your plan” He guesses. I don’t answer but he keeps on with his monologue. “You must be at ease here, right? With all these posh rich kids…”

I don’t mean to but my face says what my words don’t because I feel my eyebrows cocking and he grins wider. He’s annoying me but for some reason he’s doing it on purpose.

“If that’s what you think then what are you doing here?”

“I was invited.” He shrugs.

“What an upgrade” I smile bitchily like these girls do “a nobody from Bellamond in a posh rich kids’ party…”

His jaw clenches. He only likes these games when he’s the one playing them. Well, I don’t like it when he calls me posh rich kid either so fuck him and his feelings. A tall brunette man swats Harry’s back before his brown eyes set on me. He roams my body up and down nastily and makes me uncomfortable.

“Styles, who’s this beauty here?” He grins at me.

“No one.”

His words hurt me but I won’t show it. No one? Is that what I am to him? His friend laughs.

“I’m William Buchanan.”

Another Buchanan. Man, I’m gonna meet the whole family.

“She’s Barbie’s brunette’s friend and we were just leaving.” Harry answer for me and pushes me away but I pull away from his hold and give him a death glare.

“I’m Indigo.” I shake his hand.

“Wow” Willian Buchanan smiles “so your name is as pretty as your face.”

I want to roll my eyes so bad at him but I keep it together. Harry’s standing next to me and he’s nervous. I like it. I’ve never seen him act like this before and he was just a jerk so he deserves it.

“I’ve never seen you around here before, are you-”

“Hey” The little brother joins the party and Harry tenses up next to me. “Do you know my brother?” His brown eyes bore into mine and I think I can sense some warning.

I look at Harry but he’s looking away and then my eyes set back on the Buchanan brothers.

“No.” I frown.

“Better that way.”

“Elvis, what the hell?”

“Just go away, Will, please. Leave my guests alone.”

I stand flabbergasted at their interaction and Harry stands next to me tensed like a block of ice. Elvis waits for his brother to disappear before he gives me a gentle smile.

“I’m sorry about that, my brother is not a good guy.” He wrinkles his nose. “If I were you, I’d dodge him.”

“That’s not a nice thing to say about a sibling.”

He nods his head.

“Exactly, just imagine how terrible he must be for me to warn you. See you around?”

“See you around.”

Before he leaves, I stop him placing my hand on his bicep and he looks at my hand before he looks at me.

“Thank you.”

He gives me a smile before he finally walks away. When he does, I turn so I’m facing Harry and find him frowning.

“Do you know the Buchanans?” He asks me.

“No, do you?”

He shakes his head and surprises me as he places his hand gently on my waist.

“Would you like to go outside with me?”

I would love to but before I can answer, Mario, another two guys and two girls reach us. I greet Mario with a hug and he introduces me to his brother, Guido, and the two girls, Savannah and Anastasia. Harry’s let go from me and I don’t fail to notice the way Savannah looks at him and then at me. I almost smirk to myself.

It's clear she was hoping to sleep with him and I wonder if she would have gotten it if I wasn’t here. She’s breath-taking and I gotta the feeling that Harry’s rather easy, not just with me. I almost laugh when she tries to wrap a slim arm around Harry’s waist and he discreetly dodges her contact.

They invite me to sit with them. Apparently Harry was already with them before he went to the bar to get a drink and found me. I steal a look at Harry from the corner of my eye. I guess he was going to order water or some soft drink but I take it these people might not even know he doesn’t drink at all.

We sit down on some couches and this time Harry seems to wait for me to sit down and then he sits next to me. He rests his hands on the back of the couch behind me so even though he’s not touching me at all, it kind of looks as if we were together.

I learn Mario’s family owns hotels and he tells me how his brother and he have to endure these torturous fancy parties so their parents keep their contacts. I already liked Mario but after knowing he comes from the same circle I do and that he also doesn’t care about this, I like him even more.

Like last time I had a drink with him, we click and talk about anything and everything and it takes him almost an hour to ask me about Ollie.

“I just don’t know what to do.” He shrugs. “I thought we had fun and she told me she did and it sounded sincere to me but… Now she doesn’t pick up my calls and it takes her days to answer my texts…”

And you’re still trying? I suck my lips inside my mouth. I need to tell him. He’s such a good guy, he doesn’t deserve what Olivia’s doing to him.

“Listen, Olivia’s just… A free bird, you know?” But she’s my friend and friends’ have each other’s back. “She’s not the type of girl to settle down.” I shrug. “It’s not about you.”

“Oh.”

He gives me a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. I think he had gotten there on his own.

“I’m just so inclined to fall in love, you know?” He chuckles. “It’s always the same story.”

His words surprise me. I thought girls were the ones inclined to fall in love and the fact that he’s saying that only makes me want to protect him more. He must sense the surprise on my face because he laughs.

“What? You weren’t expecting that?”

Harry straightens his back next to me and I wait for his smart comment.

“Guys fall in love too, you know, Indie?” There it is.

I give him a look and my eyes meet his amused ones. He’s clearly messing with me but I’d much rather have this Harry than the one calling me a posh rich kid. I roll my eyes at him and look back at Mario. He’s smiling.

“I just thought that was more typical of girls.”

“That’s incredibly sexist.” Harry complains and I swat his arm and he laughs along with Mario.

“I mean I’ve only had a girlfriend but it was the same with her really. It was like way faster for me than it was for her, you know? But still she got there.”

No, don’t keep your hopes up with Olivia! She’s gonna break your heart, Mario, she’s gonna break your heart. I try to push my thought away giving him a smile. I feel the alcohol on my system already and I notice I’m a little woozy because Harry’s scent and warmth is pulling me under his spell even more than usual. All of a sudden I want him to wrap his arm around my shoulders so this Savannah girl would stop stealing glances at him.

Coco waves her hand at me and gives me a cheerful smile before he has a look at Chicco and when she realizes he’s preoccupied ordering the drinks she gives me a thumbs up. I chuckle at her antics. I can tell she’s tipsy already. From the corner of my eye, I see Guido unconsciously smiling as his eyes fix on her.

I wonder if they’ve met. I don’t understand why Coco is so obsessed with Chicco when she could easily have a guy like Guido, sweet and polite and funny. And then I realize, I’ve actually been having fun in this stupid fancy party.

Turning my body on the couch, I face Harry and he gives me a confused look. He’s been so quiet, only adding hater comment every once in a while and he hasn’t even tried to touch me. I make sure he can see my exposed legs and chest and my belly tightens when his eyes drop to my breasts. I don’t normally like it when a guy stares at my chest, hence why I don’t normally wear low cut necklines, but for some reason it drives me wild that he does it. I guess, even after all the times he’s told me he thinks I’m beautiful and after having sex with him multiple times, it still thrills me that he actually does find me attractive. And he looks so good tonight… I bite my bottom lip. I want to have him so bad.

“Are you not having fun?” I ask him and tilt my chest in order to give him a full view.

His eyes drop to my breasts again. I love this.

“In this stupid party?” He frowns. “It’s not really my thing.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

“Well I got stood up this evening.”

His beautiful green eyes stare into mine firmly and his calm contrast my longing. I’m not sure he’s talking about me. My lips part as I bore my eyes into his, trying to read him. I hope he is talking about me because the thought that he might be talking about someone else, a real date he had tonight that stood him up, and that he only texted me after that left a sour feeling on the pit of my stomach that I don’t like. He seems to sense my discomfort and for the first time tonight he grants me his contact. His fingers caress my temple before he tacks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I’m happy you’re here.” He promises. “Even though I would never bring you here.”

Bring me here. When did he become mushy? I think about our date, our single date. After that, he got what he wanted and he has never asked to take me out ever since.

“Where would you take me?”

“My bed.” He smirks.

Of course. Where else? Sex is everything he wants from me. I feel suddenly embarrassed so I look away from him. I spot Coco on the dance floor and my desperation to feel Harry’s touch gets the better of me.

“Would you like to dance?” With me?

He just shakes his head but his green eyes don’t leave mine. I can’t believe I just had him on my mouth a couple days ago and now he doesn’t even want to dance with me. I wonder if he just wants to be left alone with endless-legs-Savannah. I don’t want to blush so I look away from him and back to the dance floor. There seems to be several people between Coco and Chicco so it might be safe to check on my sister. That way I can leave Harry and Miss Universe alone too. Before I stand up, I turn my body away from his and I think I feel his fingers skim my low back but I’m already standing.

“I don’t dance, baby.”

I shrug, feigning I don’t care.

“That’s fine.”

I hand him my purse and silently leave him as the guardian and make my way towards the dance floor without saying another word. I don’t even have to draw Coco’s attention because she turns around as if on cue and as soon as she sees me we both start dancing like nobody is watching. Dua Lipa’s Don’t Start Now fills our ears as we both let her voice move our bodies.

I think it’s the first time I actually have fun at one of these parties and it has nothing to do with Harry for he’s been off all night. It would have been a lot more fun if Ollie had been there too. Also if Jason and Marie were here dancing with us. Jason’s so funny when he dances to this song… I wonder if they’re having as much fun as I am. I hope so, even though it still makes me a little jealous. I wish things were different, I wish everything was normal between us, like it used to be… It hurts to be apart from them more than I let out.

When my eyes look back up, they meet Elvis’ amused ones. He grins at me and takes my smile as an invitation to come closer. Coco’s eyes and mouth widen right behind him as he stands in front of me and I try to ignore her as best as I can but I am feeling all giddy. I’m drunker than I thought.

“Damn.” He’s got a beautiful smile.

I roll my eyes but smile back.

“You’re a good dancer, Indigo.” He compliments. “Don’t stop because of me.”

Fearlessly I start swaying my hips and my chest again at Dua Lipa’s rhythm and see the way his eyes roam my body. I would much rather have Harry looking at me like that but after his rejection, Elvis’ attention is boosting my confidence. After all, he’s the birthday boy and very handsome, I take it half the girls here would want him to give them the attention he’s giving me. He tilts his neck as he watches me.

“But dance with me, birthday boy.”

He laughs but obliges and I try not to laugh. I don’t know why but most guys’ dance moves are funny to me. I mean when they try to act all manly and stuff, it’s just funny. I guess that part of me is happy Harry declined my dancing request.

“You can laugh.” Elvis tells me grinning. “I know I’m a funny dancer but that’s just ‘cause my body doesn’t stop me.”

He then starts doing the most weird dance move I’ve ever seen, acting like some sort of snake, and I throw my head back and laugh but he doesn’t seem to mind because he keeps it up, showing me some more ridiculous dance moves. I start imitating him and he laughs too and like that we start some sort of ridiculous dance competition.

“I take it this is your birthday gift.” He tells me.

My eyes widen. Oh, God, we didn’t bring a birthday gift. He laughs and points a finger at me. It’s the second time he’s pointed a finger at me tonight.

“I’m kidding, woman.” He laughs. “You should have seen your face!”

I swat his chest but he grips my wrist and turns me around so my back is against his front. We’re not touching and I appreciate his respect. The only man I want to touch me is sitting on the couch. Wait, no, he’s not. I panic and stop, looking for him around the huge living room. Again, another uncalled-for reaction but I’m getting used to them.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Elvis’ hand rests on my shoulder.

“Elvis” I need to stop him now before he gets his hopes up, I can’t go around criticizing Olivia and then acting like her. “You are really nice and really handsome but” the good thing is he’s smiling “I didn’t come here for you. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even know it was your birthday.”

He frowns but is still grinning so I take it he’s just confused.

“You’re with that guy who was with you earlier.”

“I mean” My head starts shaking uncontrollably “we’re not like together-together but, uh, I just don’t know where he is and… I’d like to go find him.” I smile at him, hoping that would excuse me.

He’s still grinning. I don’t get this guy. No one has ever taken a rejection so nicely.

“Okay, well, just to be clear, since you’re not together-together” he mimics me “I think you are really pretty and funny and I was hitting on you, I’m not gonna play it down. I appreciate that you told me that and” he offers me his hand and I shake it amused “it’s been a pleasure not flirting with you.” He grins. “Now-”

“Hey, Indie, what are you doing?” Harry cuts him off as rudely as he can go.

I almost feel embarrassed on his behalf but Elvis’ grin only widens. He offers him his hand for Harry to shake and he does just that. I don’t think I’ve ever been more uncomfortable than right now.

“This is him, right?”

Harry looks at me and then back at Elvis and I just look straight ahead. If I don’t make eye contact with any of them, they might think I’m not here.

“Sorry, man.” Harry’s words surprise me.

When I look at him, he’s tilting his neck and raising his eyebrows and his lips are pursed as if he was actually sorry for Elvis. Elvis, on the other hand, just looks amused like a little boy who heard a good joke. I wonder how old he’s turning. He looks way younger than Harry and even myself.

“It was nice meeting you, Indigo.” Elvis bows his head with a charming smile and then he just turns around and leaves.

I face Harry, ready to scold him for his childish possessive behaviour but he just hands me my purse and gets me confused.

“Here” he says “don’t leave me on charge of these things, I’m not used to it, almost forget it on the couch.”

I get the purse and don’t look at him. It bothers me that he’s been ignoring me, that he didn’t even want to dance with me, and when he sees me having fun with another guy he just appears claiming me like I was his pet and it bothers me even more because I know he sleeps with other girls but he doesn’t want me to do the same? Who the hell does he think he is?

“Are you okay?”

Well, no. I feel like some… convenient girl. I don’t want him to read me so I keep my eyes fixed to his expensive shoes.

“Why did you do that?”

I dare to look him in the eyes and the emotion in them takes me by surprise. Once again, I can’t read him. Warm hands cups my face until our lips touch. It’s timid at first and in that moment I don’t care who’s around, who could see, whether this is inappropriate or not. I embrace his closeness and let my lips move against his. He places one hand on my low back and closes the gap between us until there’s not enough space for air. It’s just clothes and longing as his tongue slides over mine in a delicious, slow caress. If he wasn’t holding my waist, I’m afraid my knees would have failed me and I’d be on the floor now.

“Why did it take you so long to even touch me?” I complain against his lips.

I feel him smile against my lips.

“I tried touching you before and you dodged me.”

“You didn’t want to dance with me.” I whine pulling away so I can look into his eyes.

“I didn’t want to dance.” He clarifies. “But you are driving me crazy with this fucking dress.”

He tacks a strand of hair behind my ear and pulls me into another kiss with his hand on my cheek. My hands find his hair too and I tangle my fingers and pull from some soft locks on the back of his neck. He’s disassembling me and I feel like I can’t trust my legs.

“Harry…” I all but gasp against his lips.

“No.”

I pull away and stare confused into his eyes.

“Call me like you do.”

“Love?”

“What?”

“Let’s get out of here.”

He nods before he pecks my lips again. I have one last look at Coco but the way people around us are looking at me intimidates me. Family friends look at me disapprovingly and I try to have their stares slip down my body but for some reason it affects me. I say my goodbye to Coco and after she reassures me that she’ll be fine, Harry and I make our way to the cloakroom.

As we wait for our coats, I can’t help my mind from entertaining the thoughts that those judgemental stares have put inside. I could easily think those girls were just jealous. After all, the most handsome man in the whole party was kissing me and not them and in front of everyone at that but deep down I know I feel embarrassed because I can’t help but feel somewhat dirty.

This is stupid, I thought I could easily do this but now I can’t push those thoughts away and it angers me because it’s sexist and I don’t want to be but- I wish my mind could just shut down.

“Baby,” Harry places his hand on my shoulder “it doesn’t matter what they think… You’re better than all of these people together.”

His words touch me. I bore my eyes into his green, sincere ones.

“Do you really think that?”

“Of course.”

His words calm me only partially because they also mean he also noticed the way those people stare at us so it’s not just in my head. I don’t know why this is affecting me like that.

“I’m…” He stutters as the cloakroom girl gives us our coats.

I told her to keep Coco’s and give her my sister’s full name and she nods. Harry already has his coat on and is frowning when I turn around. He waits for me to put on my coat with his hands on his pockets and then the two of us make our way outside in sudden silence. I’m about to ask him what’s wrong when he speaks.

“Do you regret it?”

He takes me off guard so I stop on my tracks.

“What?”

“Us.” His green eyes study me.

Do I? I guess part of me does. The part of me that doesn’t want to be seen as an easy girl, enchanted by an older guy’s charms, and the part of me who refused to have a pink stethoscope like the one my father got me because I thought it would only make it harder to be respected in the hospital. I know a woman shouldn’t be judged by those things but I also know we are and until that changes, we gotta do what we gotta do.

There’s another part of me that regrets the way I feel about him, the part of me that’s attached to Dylan beyond life and love themselves.

But the bigger part of me… I’m learning a lot from Harry. Not just about sex, but also about men and about me. I had never dreamt I could enjoy sex like I do with him or that I could feel the way I feel when he kisses me or when I touch him, even when I see him. I guess I just thought I was never going to feel that… Happy, again, after Dylan passed.

He makes me laugh too, even though he has a weird sense of humour, but I like that he shows me that part of him too. And he not only bears me but seems to enjoy my company, even seeks it; and that’s saying a lot, all things consider. I know I’m difficult. So I think… If I went back to that first dinner with him, knowing all I know now, I wouldn’t change it.

“No.”

He sighs and knowing he’s been holding his breath only makes me not-regret it more.

“It took you really long to answer.”

“It was a hard question.” I defend. “What about you? Do you regret it?”

“No.”

He doesn’t even think about it. We get on his car and he doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the ride. Neither do I. I don’t want to think about his question either, nor about his answer, but I wonder if it would have been different had he thought harder about it. I gave him a proper answer. It’s true it took me longer but that only means it’s true for I consider everything but he always seems to be this impulsive and I’m afraid that’s how he does everything, without thinking.

I need to push these thoughts away from my mind. He could have gone home with any other girl tonight and still he chose me and I could have gone home with Elvis Buchanan but… I didn’t want to. And that’s what scares me the most.

When we get to his apartment, he doesn’t push me against the door like he’s done other times and instead just waits for me to get inside before he locks the door after us. Maybe he’s doing all the thinking now, maybe he’s reconsidering everything and he’s about to tell me that he does regret it and that it’s best if we just stay friends. I place my coat on his dresses and only then I realize I’ve made it to his room. Where’s this familiarity coming from? Intruding into his room without his invitation… When I turn around to apologize for my intrusion, he pushes me into the wall and his hands grab the back of my thighs and squeeze my flesh. I moan at his contact.

“This fucking dress, baby…”

He pushes his hips against mine and I pathetically whine when I feel his arousal against my belly. I can’t believe just the sight of me got him this hard. I wish I knew what he’s been thinking and picturing in his mind.

“You are such a beautiful woman, Indie.” He presses his lips against mine almost violently and I suck his breath inside my mouth as his tongue licks my mouth. “When I saw you dancing with that guy, I thought maybe I wouldn’t be the one to have you and… I would have danced.”

“I want you so bad.”

I bring him closer to me pulling from the collar of lapels of his jacket and press our lips together hungrily and we both lap at each other’s mouth in a very heated, very passionate make out session that has me embarrassingly wet. I can’t wait for him to thrust inside me.

He seems to sense my desperation because in a second, he’s getting a condom out of his wallet and I surprise him by unbuttoning his suit pants. I hear him hiss as I pull his pants and his boxers down his thighs and then my hands slid across the soft fabric of his shirt and snake under the collar of his suit jacket, pulling it down his arms until it hits the floor. I bite his bottom lip and suck into my mouth and his groan makes my pussy throb.

His hand caresses my thigh up until he gets to the elastic of my pantyhose and pulls them down. We hear them rip in the process and he chuckles against my mouth as he apologizes but I can’t say anything because my breath gets caught on my throat when his fingers snake around the elastic of my underwear and he pulls them down my legs. I try to help him but loose my balance so I cling onto his arms whilst I pull them down my legs clumsily and he laughs. He kisses my neck and squeezes my hips with his hands before he lifts me up against the wall and my legs curl up around his waist.

When my head hits the wall, I pull from my dress to try to take it off or at least pull it down my breasts but Harry stops me.

“Leave it on” he breathes on my ear “I want to fuck you on this dress… It’s so sexy, baby… And you’re mine, fuck… I want to fuck you so bad… You’re so beautiful.”

Holding my weight with his hands on my hips, he lifts me higher and then sinks me down until he’s inside me. My back rests against the wall as Harry rises and lowers my body while he thrust his hips with more desperation and passion than ever.

“Are you” he gasps as his hips crashed me into the wall “do you like it like this?”

His words come out of his mouth in fits and starts while he fucks me and holds me tight so I don’t fall.

“Yes.” I moan, I love it when he fucks me against the wall.

This is so intense and the way he sounds and his firm grip on my body… I’m going to cum embarrassingly soon.

“Kiss me, baby.”

I love it when he asks me to kiss him. It makes me feel so powerful and wanted and I love that he loves kissing me as I do him. I lick his bottom lip slowly, I know it drives him crazy, and he parts his lips for me so I dive my tongue inside. I pull from his hair and try my best to kiss him whilst he pulls in and out of me faster and harder. He’s drilling me against the world fast but our kiss is slow and intimate and I bite on his lips whenever he hits the spot that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“I don’t get tired of fucking you, Indie… Fuck… You feel so good.”

“Oh, God.”

I gasp and moan, I don’t know what else to do to let out some of the pression he’s building inside my belly that’s getting more and more intense with each thrust. He groans and his guttural, animalistic sounds are driving me wild. I scream and even hit my head against the wall. I’m going to come but I know he’s almost there too, I can feel how tense he is.

Like a firework, the electric current starts at my belly but spreads fast down my legs and arms and I fight for air as I feel a gush coming out of me. He curses under his breath and kisses me.

“Calm down, baby.”

I try to do as he tells me but I keep lowly moaning against his mouth as my walls clench frantically when he tenses up and burst inside the condom. He’s gasping and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so out of breath so he rests his forehead against mine and catches his breath before he rises me higher and rolls out of me, gently placing me on the floor.

I watch him rolling out the condom before he makes a knot and lets it fall to the floor. He’s such a pig sometimes. We then stare into each other’s eyes and he undoes me with his dimply smile. We’re still catching our breaths when we kiss, calming one another with sweet wet pampers.

“Seriously you look stunning tonight.” He compliments.

I chuckle.

“What a low cut neckline can do to you.”

HARRY’S POV

She chuckles staring straight into my eyes and I think my heart is going to burst out of my chest. How can she still look as pretty as she did when I first saw her tonight? I mean I don’t know a lot about makeup but I’ve noticed most girls after partying, drinking and dancing like she did tonight, not to mention fucking like I just fucked her, look like panda bears but Indie doesn’t. She still looks like a fucking goddess.

Her hazel eyes look into mine as her soft hands unbutton my shirt. She’s a little drunk, not too much so that she doesn’t know what she’s doing but drunk enough to have less inhibitions and I love that she’s acting this free and wild and fucking sexy around me. I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.

“Naked Harry is my favourite Harry, you know?”

Fuck... She’s so naughty tonight. I feel her nails sinking down the skin of my shoulders before she scratches my chest and watches the pink mark she’s leaving with lustful eyes.

“Next time, don’t take so long before you kiss me.”

“Why didn’t you kiss me?”

Her hazel eyes widen and my cock twitches again. She looks so innocent and pure… But I know she’s a dirty girl… My dirty girl. She shrugs and looks down at my chest. Her fingertips caress the skin over my collarbone.

“I’m always afraid you’re gonna pull away.”

I frown at that. The gin she had tonight is taking away her filter and maybe I shouldn’t but I’m going to take advantage of it. It’s not every day she talks to me this clear.

“Hey” I lift her chin with my fingers and make her look at me “I love it when you kiss me, I won’t pull away.”

“Not even if we’re in public?”

“Baby, you’re the one who’s not into PDA.” I smile at her.

She’s just saying that because she’s drunk but I know she won’t think the same tomorrow when she’s sober.

“Okay” she smirks “and don’t claim me like I was your dog.”

Yeah, I know that was uncalled for. I don’t know what had gotten into me.

“You’re so bossy tonight.”

“Alcohol makes me fearless.” She smiles.

I feel her fingers sliding down my chest to my abs and lean down to kiss her again, holding her hands and bringing them back to my chest again. She challenges my attempt at keeping this a family show as her hands caress the end of my belly. She brings her mouth to my cheek but instead of giving me a kiss, her mouth moves to my ear.

“And horny.” She whispers.

Fucking hell. I groan when she squeezes me in her warm, soft hand and she presses a kiss on my jaw.

“Fuck me again, Harry.”

“So bossy…” I grin.

“It’s not always gonna be you in charge.” Her hand starts pumping me as the other one snakes around my neck and pulls my mouth to her perfect one. “At least let me do something for you.” She nibbles on my earlobe. She’s crazy if she thinks for one second I don’t want to fuck her again. “You’re dying for it, come on.”

Of course I am. I’m dying for her to touch me or kiss me or even just look at me all the time. I give in and kiss her hungrily. Sometimes I feel guilty for the things I wanna do to her and for the things I do to her but not these times. Right now I want to ruin her, fuck her so hard that her silhouette lingers on my bed when she’s gone.

She grabs my wrist and places my hand on her breast and it drives me crazy to know she wants me to touch her. She moans on my mouth when I squeeze her tit on my hand and makes my cock twitch. I’m crazy for her.

Without breaking the kiss, she turns around and starts walking backwards and I follow her suit like the sucker I am for her. When my bed hits the back of her knees, she pulls away from me and turns to the side, pulling the hem of her dress away from her skin under her armpit and unzipping it before she pulls the thin straps over her shoulders down her arms and gets naked in front of me.

I run her body with my eyes up and down and she smiles. She’s growing more confident on her own skin and I love it. I can tell she’s a lot more comfortable when she’s naked around me now. I don’t understand why she wouldn’t be. She’s perfect.

Her soft hand caress my chest as they make their way up and rest onto my shoulders as she pulls me closer to her and sits me down on the bed. She leans in and straddles me and her mouth licks and nibbles and sucks on my neck as she grinds her hips on mine, pressing her body against mine. Fuck…

I can feel how wet she is against my pubis and my dick is throbbing for her. I hold her hips and make a mental attempt to stop her movements but my muscles don’t do anything to stop her.

“Baby” I gasp “if you keep that up I’m gonna cum before we get started.”

Her lips leave my skin and I feel the air cooler when it hits the wet spot she was pampering. Her face is inches away from mine.

“And what do you want to do, love?”

Fuck, she’s driving me crazy. Usually it’s me asking her but I didn’t know it was going to be so sexy for her to do it. And when she calls me love… Something stirs inside me.

“Do you want to fuck or do you want me to suck-”

I cut her words short with a kiss. I want her, no, I need her. I push my tongue inside her mouth and taste the sour taste of the gin he had. It’s delicious combined with her otherwise sweet taste.

I try to lift her so I can grab a condom but her hips trap me under her as she kisses me harder. Shit.

“Condom” I manage to gasp against her lips “Need a condom, baby.”

She complains against my mouth and I feel her soft tongue shutting me up again. I grab her ass and the movement of her hips speed up. I can’t take it any longer so I just rise her up firmly and place her bottom on the bed and turn around to get a condom from the bedside table.

“I kind of wish we didn’t have to use them.”

My cock twitches as she whispers that behind me and I tilt my neck so my eyes set on her. She’s resting her weight on her elbows impatiently waiting for me. She looks away before she speaks next.

“But I don’t want you to give me an STD.”

I turn back around and get the condom before I start overthinking her words. I think if I had some blood reaching my brain I would read her confession differently but all I can think about is that he wants to have me bare just as much as I want to feel her without the barrier. It’s irrational because it’s not like the condom bothers me much but it’s just knowing we couldn’t get any closer then that’s driving me crazy for her.

I crawl up her body, spread her legs open with my knee and line myself up with her but she grips my biceps and stops me.

“No, I want to do it.”

Her hands push my chest away from her and they keep pushing until my back hits the mattress and she straddles me. She moans whilst she sinks down on me and the sound all but ties a knot on my heart. She circles her hips, rising and lowering them above me slowly, torturing me as I watch her and try my best not to cum yet. She’s overwhelming me, her scent, her sounds… And when she sinks her nails down my abs, I almost loose control. I hold her by her waist and turn us over, pinning her against the mattress and hovering over her.

“What-” She looks confused.

“I couldn’t take it anymore.”

I grunt when she grins.

“I’m gonna go rough, baby.” I give her a sneak peak, thrusting inside her fast and hard so her body bounces on the bed and she gasps through her smile. She wants this too. “You can tell me to stop anytime.” I reassure her.

“Just fuck me hard, love, like you know I like it.”

I enter her fast and rough, pressing my weight on her and squeezing her flesh on my hungry hands. I love having her like this. She doesn’t know the struggle on not getting a hard on whenever she acts all innocent and shit around other people because I know how dirty she really is but that’s something only I know.

She sucks her lips inside her mouth as she moans and I know it’s her way of helping herself from screaming but I want to hear her. I slip my hand to the inner side of her thigh and pull her leg over my shoulder and we both moan at the new angle.

“Don’t shut your mouth, love.” I warn her. “I want to hear you.”

She obliges and lets a loud moan out and I could burst.

“It won’t…” She stutters. I love doing this to her. “I won’t…”

I chuckle at her fight for words and she grants me a delicious smile.

“It won’t just be you hearing me if I” I push inside her “Oh, Harry…”

“Let my neighbours know” I push inside her again and watch her breasts bounce “let them know what I’m doing to you.”

I lean in to kiss her neck but I can’t barely close my mouth around her skin without getting dizzy. It’s hard to breathe when she’s wrapped around me like this.

“God, Harry.” Her hand pulls from my hair and I grunt against her skin. “I’m so close, love, I’m gonna cum.”

She tenses up underneath me and her skin covers in goose bumps. Lifting her hips from the mattress, she presses them further against me as her walls clench so she’s impossibly tight. I hide my face on the crook of her neck as I fill the condom and my hips keep sloppily thrusting inside her accompanying us down our highs.

I rest my head against the hot skin of her flushed chest and feel her collarbone against my temple every time he breathes in. I hold her hips as I pull out and her throat complains at the emptiness.

INDIE’S POV

I don’t know when I fell asleep but when I wake up is still night-time. I’m alone in Harry’s room and the cold drops a heavy paralyzing blanket over my naked body. I rub my hands against my arms but they’re cold too so they do nothing to warm me up.

Wrapping Harry’s quilt around my body, I get out of his bed and walk towards his living room. I can’t help but wonder where he is at. I need heat, possibly his, but if not I’m gonna need the heaviest duvet he has. I’m not normally cold in his house but because he’s a human heater.

Harry’s sitting on one of the high stools in the kitchen and the light from his laptop screen hits his face and illuminates his frown. He wears his cosy sweatpants I love so much and a long sleeves cotton t-shirt. I envy his warmth. It takes him almost a minute to notice my presence.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m cold.”

His green eyes set back on the screen of his laptop.

“There are blankets on the storage bed.”

If I was already cold, now I’m freezing. I feel like he just took my heart and squeezed it on his hand. How can he be so harsh? Especially after what we did before I fell asleep. I embrace myself and turn around before he can see the effect his cold attitude has in me.

It's like he knew everything I was thinking before we got here and then threw it at my face. Yes, I am a convenient girl for him; yes, I am the easy shag; yes, I am a canned vagina with legs to him. I almost want to call Ollie and tell her she’s right and call Jason and tell him it happened that he got tired of me and then call Marie and told her I should have listened from the beginning.

I realize everyone in my life has been trying to warn me and still here I find myself like some free prostitute he doesn’t even want to sleep with. I mean who works in the A.M on a saturday morning? Am I so terrible he doesn’t even want to lie down next to me?

I need to get out of here and go look for my dignity because I must have lost it somewhere on the way here. I don’t want to cry because of him and I won’t. As I look for my underwear, Harry walks in and holds my arm as he walks me to the bed. He gets us both under the covers and spoons me, intertwining his legs with mine and hugging me tight.

“What are you doing?”

“You said you were cold.”

“And you told me to get a blanket.”

I’m glad he can’t see my face but my voice is trembling and betraying me.

“I’m sorry, I’m a jerk.” Yes, he is. “But can I hold you?”

“Why?”

“Because I like it.”

He has to be kidding me. I don’t understand a thing. I’m not cold anymore, the mixture of the internal heat from the anger and the embarrassment and now his warm skin heats me up until I’m hot. The temperature changes as his mood.

I’m not one to ask many questions but I think his constant back and forth might drive me insane. I pull away from him and lie on my back. I don’t know where to look at.

“Baby-”

“Don’t call me that.” I cut him.

He wheezes and lies down on his belly but his eyes are set on me. This reminds me of when he cried a few nights ago and I feel my heart wrinkling again.

“Tell me how you feel.”

I finally tilt my neck so I can look him in the eyes. Either he’s kidding me or he’s bipolar, there’s no other option. Oh my God, he’s serious. Are we doing this? Talking about our feelings in the A.M.

“How do you think I feel?”

“You thought I was very cold, didn’t you?”

I nod ad look back at the ceiling. I don’t want to do this with him.

“And you didn’t like how that made you feel.” I don’t say anything. “Well, you’re an ice floe, Indie. Constantly.”

I turn on my side again and give him my back hoping he understands I don’t want to talk to him. I won’t cry. I’m an ice floe, after all.

I know that, it’s true. I know I’m cold and difficult and obnoxious but the fact that he out of all people said that feels like a slap on the face. I remember what I once promised and stay quiet. Quiet is better than mean.

Yet warmth fills my insides again when his chest presses against my back. He tucks me under the blanket better before his arm wraps around my waist and pulls me to him and one of his legs wrap over mine too. I feel his hot breath reaching my neck through the gaps between my locks of hair and my eyes finally closed. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to think about anything at all. He brings my body to his and I cover the arm that hugs my belly with mine and feel him finally relax behind me.

“I really am sorry.” He whispers.

I don’t let him know but I’m sorry too.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles au #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic

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bird-in-a-cage · 4 years ago

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Inspired by that prompt

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It was August, 1986, when Billy was released. He didn’t have much. A bag of second hand clothes that had been donated to somewhere at some point, nothing of which had ever fit right or would have been anything he’d chosen to wear voluntarily. The keys to a basement apartment underneath a general store, two small windows up high near the ceiling the only natural light source. Basic furniture. Only enough to survive, nothing homely. A tracking bracelet around his ankle. A thick black box that weighed more than it looked, hidden by baggy jeans that were kept up by a belt he had to stab extra holes into.

It might have fit him properly last year. But that was last year.

He kept the letter they gave him pinned to the small refrigerator next to the sink. This apartment is owned by the US Government. You are not to leave Hawkins until we say you can under any circumstance. You are not to take off the tracking bracelet for any reason. You are to report in to the number below once every two weeks, same time and day. Failure to do these tasks will see you readmitted.

Neil’s abuse was fun in comparison to that possibility.

It had been a long year. The longest of Billy’s short life. A year of surgeries, rehabilitation, endless tests. Having his hair shaved off. Losing his muscle mass. Losing his tan. Being kept in rooms with no windows. Alone for weeks. Being stitched back together like a jigsaw puzzle made of skin. A sock with a hole in it. Being treated like an animal, an experiment. Being poked and prodded by miles of needles. Blood and plasma. Bone marrow. Lumbar punctures. Spinal fluid. Staring into bright lights for hours until he went temporarily blind. Patch worked with pads to listen to his brain. His heart. His lungs. His stomach. Every different face wearing the same masks, the same gowns, the same gloves. Never feeling anything real apart from pain.

Sometimes he still felt like a prisoner in his own body. What was left of it. What he didn’t recognise was his anymore. That thing still in his arm. In his head. Alone at night he would still hear it whisper. But it was different now. It had no power to control him. So Billy tried to ignore it. Just keep going somehow, this would get better eventually. If he did well in this test he’d be allowed a coke. If he did well in another he could sit next to a window. He could, and did, work his way out of the Building, away from being a lab rat directly.

He’d come out with 012 tattooed on his arm, just under the crook of his elbow. They must have done it when he was passed out at one point. Everything else about him had changed, it made sense there would be something new added as well in amongst the web of white scars that spanned his entire body. Thick like elm roots on his chest, the epicenter. Thin and fine on his arms and legs and the backs of his hands, a few up the back of his neck. He kept everything hidden under thick clothes. A donated Slazenger jacket became his best friend. Grey and waterproof. Sleeves that fell to his fingers. Old jeans that someone probably died in. Dirty white sneakers. Everything the opposite of who he was before. It felt right somehow. He wasn’t that person anymore. He’d never be that person again.

A government appointed talking person had advised Billy to take everything day by day. The world was very different from what was inside the Building and its grounds. The one tree outside to look at to guess what season it was. Doing too much at once would upset things. Getting drunk wasn’t an option. Getting high wasn’t an option. Working out wasn’t an option. Getting a job wasn’t an option. Walking was fine though, practically encouraged. Enough time had passed, there was a very low chance of being recognised. Legally he was dead. He should probably think of a new name for himself. The government would help with paperwork when he was deemed ready for phase three. It would pay for him to live, exist, in phase two.

Billy never saw her face. But she had a calm voice throughout. Hidden behind the two way mirror and through the phone that had no numbers to dial. No outside line. He liked to imagine she had green eyes. The closest thing he had to a friend, even though he never said more than yes or no in return.

It took two weeks before Billy went further than the store upstairs. Three weeks before he went more than two blocks. It was odd to feel a breeze again. Odd to feel a cold that didn’t come from within. Odd to feel hot from the sun. Odd to hear multiple voices and vehicles coming from everywhere. Odd to hear children. Odd to hear joy and laughter.

Odd not to hear beeping white boxes, the crinkle of sanitised plastic casings being unwrapped and opened. Hollow footsteps on a tiled floor. Count back from ten. Nine. Eight.

Hawkins didn’t look any different. It had the same amount of stop lights, stop signs. The same amount of parking spaces outside the diner and town hall. The same amount of benches in the park. The same playground equipment. The same graffiti under the slide. The same names scratched into the hard orange plastic, autographs of teenagers hiding out and getting high with their friends after dark. Billy thumbed over his own name. The night he and Harrington buried the hatchet over a joint and a half bottle of whiskey. Both hiding from home and wanting to just feel young and stupid again. Both tired of fighting.

That Billy had no idea what tiredness was.

Billy spent every day just walking. Retracing his steps over the whole town. Streets he used to drive down with abandon, screaming along to music or just screaming for the hell of it. Now he was ignoring how his lungs burnt when every step too far. Walking through pretty little neighbourhoods with white picket fences, perfect front yards. He felt like a ghost. No one looked at him twice. He really had died. There wasn’t a grave for him at the church. He didn’t expect there to be one, that required his family caring about him. They didn’t care before. Why would they care now he was the reason the fancy new mall ‘burnt down’?

The house was the same. At least from the outside on the other side of the street. 4819 Cherry Lane. The same broken steps. The same mailbox. The same windowed front porch. The same dead grass. The same dead trees. He could still be there but he couldn’t. Schrödinger’s Hargrove. A part of him wanted to go and knock on the door. Look through the windows. See what happened to his room. If any part of him and who he was still existed in those walls. The government wouldn’t like that though. He was dead. It was hard to accept it was better to stay dead. The box around his ankle felt heavier.

The centre of town was busier than the suburbs. Billy worked his way there last. Built up a tolerance for noise and engines and people over a few months. Step by step. Day by day. Getting used to being dead. Watched the stripmall from the other side of the parking lot. The auto repair shop he visited a lot for parts for his fallen camaro. God knows what they did with her. The arcade where he dropped Max off more than once. He tried not to think about her. About what could happen now he was gone. The broken great wall. He sat at the bus stop for a break. His lungs felt like they were about to tear open again. His chest was heavy and tight. Five minutes. Then he’d keep going. Keep carrying on.

Keep fighting.

A sharp scream dragged his head up from his sneaker laces. Two kids piled out of a BMW. A brown one that looked expensive. A shock of red hair that had been long but was now just short to shoulder length in a dramatic line. Jean shorts and a yellow t-shirt. A denim jacket. Billy’s denim jacket. The sleeves had been cut off. Someone had painted a skull smoking on the back panel. Probably the wearer herself. It wasn’t unlike Billy’s first tattoo. The one he used to have on his arm. The one they cut through and scars took over from both sides took over and removed.

Max. She’d screamed. But she didn’t look scared or worried or even sad. She was smiling from ear to ear. Sunglasses pushed into her hair. She looked taller. She’d screamed at a boy in a baseball hat. Billy vaguely recognised him from long ago, somewhere in the back of what was left of his old mind. He winced and made a show of fixing his ear with a finger. Probably complaining that Max was too loud. Billy had told her that before. When things were different. When he was different. When he was younger but old.

They both went to walk through the doors when the driver got out of the car. Harrington. Of course it was him. He looked exactly the same. Big mane of brunette hair effortlessly styled. Stupid mom jeans. He tossed forgotten backpacks at both of them. Sounded kind as he said he’d pick them both up in two hours so don’t be fucking around in there. He’d already been hat kid’s surrogate brother by all accounts, it looked like he just picked Max up too. Another lost duckling to add to his gaggle.

Watching them live out their lives made Billy feel even more in the ground. A part of him wanted to walk over, say hi, I’m not actually dead. But he knew that was a bad idea. The whole town had moved on by way of nothing changing. The mall had been brushed over. It was a building site now. All the people that Billy took, they had been forgotten too. Someone had planted a heather bush in the town square. She hadn’t been forgotten. But that was it. People just carried on. As if nothing ever happened. As if those people had never existed. As if Billy had never existed. Max clearly remembered him if her attire was anything to go by, but did anyone else? He didn’t expect to be remembered at all. But then he also wasn’t dead yet. But he was a memory now. Nothing more. Even though he was sat right there. The cold plastic of the bus stop bench sinking through his denim covered thighs.

Max smiled at Harrington. Really smiled. Said thanks and squeezed his arm before the two kids went inside, into all the noise and lights that even the thought of following made Billy panic. Not as much as fireworks did. Harrington yelled after them to not lose all their money and sunk back into his car. Watching it all was like watching tv. Billy couldn’t interact with any of it. His body wouldn’t let him. His mind wouldn’t let him. Stuck frozen on the bench. Stuck frozen in the past while the world moved on. Left him alone with his scars and memories and regrets and apologies to people who would never hear them.

He’d apologised to Max so many times in his head it wasn’t funny anymore. He had so many regrets they consumed him. Being alone for so long at the hands of the government, he longed to be out. To be given a second chance. He regretted not being nicer to Harrington. He was a good guy. Too good for this town. He regretted just not being an asshole to his sister. Wanted a chance to not treat her like some second class citizen. Their situation wasn’t her fault. He’d just been so blinded by rage and hate about things he couldn’t change he took it out on her. She didn’t deserve that.

It had just taken dying to truly realise it.

She needed someone to make sure she was okay, now stuck alone at Cherry Lane with no one to stop angry fists and hateful words. She had Harrington.

Harrington was better than Billy.

He watched the BMW drive away, the kids long inside. The scene resetting itself. Billy sighed shakily and got to his feet, rubbing over his chest where his heart ached behind inches of scar tissue inside and out. Starting to walk back to his basement.

It was better he was dead. Unmourned and forgotten. It's what he deserved.

#harringrove #if you squint #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #big sad #sorry not sorry #my writings

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thatnaruhinaanon · 4 years ago

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[Part 3]

Naruto reread Sasuke’s message one last time before dropping his phone on his desk and leaning against the back of his chair, his brows furrowed. His friend’s behavior wasn’t exactly strange: Sasuke had always had very little consideration for anything that wasn’t himself or his family but, even for his standards, that was a pretty dick move. He sighed. Whatever. Naruto would pick up the most expensive items on a menu somewhere and just give him the bill to pay, then; that was the least his friend could do.

He casted a glance around him, his eyes quickly scanning their surroundings. This room, just like the rest of the building, was relatively new and nicely furnished. The hospital must have been less than five years old and Naruto had to admit that he had been quite impressed upon seeing it for the very first time a week ago. His previous hospital well might have been one of the country’s most prestigious health care facilities, the premises themselves were now quite dilapidated and could certainly not compete against the wonders of the multibillion Uchiha money machine, as proven by this office. How big was it, twenty square meters? And just for one man? Naruto wasn’t used to such luxury.

Guiltlessly putting off the tedious set-up of his computer to a later time, he gathered up his phone and wallet before getting up, his hand hesitating to grab the thick orange parka he had showed up with earlier this morning. Usually, Naruto never left the hospital with his white coat on: sure, he had always been a bit of a show-off, but walking around in such apparel was for the braggers and the half-wits, which wasn’t his case. However, with such a big private hospital in the neighborhood, medical staff and patients must have been regulars of the restaurants and takeaways of the vicinity, and visually signaling on his first time out that he belonged to Konoha may be the smarter thing to do in case he needed help or anything. Plus, it wasn’t that cold anyway today for the season, courtesy of global warming.

Once on the sidewalk in front of the building’s main entrance and slightly shivering under the stiff fabric of the lab coat, his short and spiky hair catching the shy rays of sun that made it through the late February clouds, the hunt could finally start. He could have probably just ordered their meal online or checked for a place with good ratings beforehand, but there was something inherently exciting in just slipping his smartphone in his back pocket and wandering around those unfamiliar streets, on the lookout for a place to catch his eye.

To be honest, Naruto had also never been good at taking advice from other people online and clearly prefered discovering and experiencing life by himself, at the risk of making mistakes and missing out on opportunities. He passed a Korean barbecue restaurant, located only two buildings away, as well as a burger place and a tiny ramen joint, but kept on walking -regretfully. Knowing himself, he would probably be trying that ramen place on the very next day and every other one of the week, so picking up something more to Sasuke’s liking for once was in order. Moreover, he didn’t want to eat like a horse on his first day of work, especially when he was to meet the Chief of surgery and the Head of General surgery right after. A lighter option would probably be more appropriate…

Naruto squinted as he carefully studied the different establishments in the busy business street he had just gotten in: around him, salarymen and women in suits and pencil skirts jostled around the crowded sidewalks, eagerly rushing inside their favorite lunch places to grab their takeaway. Hmm. All these small restaurants seemed like great options, but their lines were quite long, with some people even waiting outside sometimes, and he did not have this kind of time on his hands. He strolled a couple of meters, passing more food joints without making his mind. Hmm hmm. All things considered, ordering online may not have been such a terrible idea, afterall.

He checked the time on his phone, and his mouth let out a little annoyed noise. He really had to hurry up if he wanted to make it on time for Sasuke. Damn it. Should he simply head back to the hospital and get food delivered? Maybe…

A sigh of relief escaped him when, stuck between a fastfood and a sushi chain, the sight of a tiny takeaway restaurant with only three customers inside appeared to him, and he hurriedly stepped inside, so happy to have found a place with such a short line that he almost knocked down the person who was waiting right in front of him with the door.

“Wow, my bad, sorry about that!” He apologized as he cautiously closed the glass door behind him, embarrassed. The customer turned around and gave him a sheepish smile.

“It’s all good, don’t you worry” they assured him with their soft voice before turning back again, and Naruto curiously looked at the menu, displayed on big black slates hanging behind the cashier. His relieved smile vanished instantly.

He had entered some kind of salad place.

He may not have been a picky eater but vegetables were definitely not a food group that he willingly welcomed to his table on a daily basis, and salads were the most remotely thing from a meal possible in his eyes. Instinctively, he raised his hand up in the hair and scratched the back of his neck. No wonder why no one was eating here! What was he, a rabbit?

He was in a hard place. On one hand, he had no intention whatsoever to eat leafs and roots for lunch, but on the other side, time was running out and it was getting too late to get food anywhere else. He glanced around, looking for help… But nobody was coming to his rescue.

He took a few steps front.

“Hmm, excuse-me, Ms?” He dared asking in a whisper the woman he had almost smashed the door into. Her ethereal eyes looked up to him again, wide and surprised. “Do you know by any chance what’s good on the menu?” He added, shakily. “I’m grabbing lunch for a friend and I and this former isn’t big on vegetables”. His lips stretched, the smile he had intended as comforting and charming coming off straight awkward and creepy. The woman blinked.

“I believe your friend is going to get disappointed no matter what…” She blinked again. “Salad bars are not exactly renowned for their fish or meat.”

Well, duh. He knew that already, he wasn’t exactly stupid. Just really unlucky to have walked into the one healthy restaurant on the street.

“Alright”, he conceded nonchalantly, “I’ll have what you’re having, then.”

The blue-haired woman raised an eyebrow, the ghost of a sly baby grin crossing her face.

“Except you don’t know what I’m having”, she pointed out to him, visibly amused by the turn of events. Naruto innocently shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll just listen really carefully to your order”, he sassed back. The woman chuckled.

“And what if I whisper it to the cashier?”

Pfff. Too easy. “Then, I would just ask for what the person before me had”, he answered, a false serious look on his face that made the female customer's cheeks redden as she bit her smile away. In front of them, the line moved.

“Next customer, please?” Called the woman behind the cash register, and Naruto’s lovely line companion promptly moved forwards.

“Oh ah, sorry”, she managed to get out, the words now weirdly jostling against one another in her mouth, “May I have two number six with green teas, please?”

“Make that four, please!” Loudly chimed in Naruto, blatantly ignoring the somewhat scandalized look from the light-eyes woman that his familiarity was earning him, “But forget the green teas for me. Let’s tone all that healthiness down with some cokes instead.”

And with his order done, he respectfully took a step back to give his neighbor all the privacy they needed to pay.

Perhaps having a salad for lunch wasn’t the worst thing. The little scene that had just played out had somewhat reboosted him, successfully convincing his brain to release a wave of endorphins that were much needed on this stressful first day of work, and that almost compensated for the disgustingly green food he was about to ingest. Perhaps should he get the woman something, like offering to pay for her teas? To thank her for this nice parenthesis.

“Are you working at the Konoha hospital?”

Pulling him out of his reflection, the crystal voice of the customer caught Naruto’s attention again and he almost imperceptibly shook his head to chase the fog that was clouding his brain. The blouse had been a good idea, in the end.

“As a matter of fact”, he answered with a boyish smile, “Today’s my first day there! How did you guess?” He added with a lopsided smirk as he stretched his arms wide open to highlight the white coat. He wondered for a second what his interlocutor did for a living: judging by her pair of black leggings under her long dark purple coat and her flats, she wasn’t working a desk job -unless there were some fancy young startups in the surrounding area he didn’t know about. Would it be okay to ask her about her own job?

He didn’t tergiversate for long though as, coming from behind the cash register, an employee was already bringing her up a big brown bag.

“Ma’am, your order!” Announced the employee, and Naruto found himself almost frustrated that they had been so effective and fast. He was enjoying this impromptu interaction.

In front of him, the woman kindly accepted her package and, upon turning around to leave the shop, bowed her head in Naruto’s direction.

“It was a pleasure waiting in line with you” she told him, her liquid pupils focused on the floor. “May you have a pleasant lunch with your friend.”

“Thanks, you t-” started Naruto, but she was already gone, her small legs carrying her as quickly as they could outside of the door. The blond surgeon contemplated the glass for a second, dumbfounded. She had run away so fast. Was she actually in a hurry? She had seemed so calm this entire time, he would have never guessed so.

“Sir, your menus!”

With a polite smile, he walked in turn to the cashier and got his wallet out of his coat’s pocket. “How much do I owe you?” He asked, already reaching for some crumpled bills that he had shoved inside with very little care. The employee shook their head, and emphatically handed them his bag.

“The lady before you paid already. She said it was a gift for your first day of work.”

Oh.

He should have definitely offered to pay for her teas.

[Part 5]

#Socmed AU #NaruHina Socmed AU #NaruHina #Naruto Uzumaki #Hinata Hyuga

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #297

“crushed, damned, and broken; lost, sick, and left unspoken.”

When was the last time you did clay work/pottery? Not since high school when I made an anatomically correct heart. Do you like art, hate it or just not mind it? I adore it. Is crime a big problem in your area? Oh yes. What's the scariest story/urban legend/creepypasta etc you heard? Maaaan, as a cryptic fanatic, that's hard. Maybe the Rake. What personality trait does nearly everyone in your family seem to have? We're some resilient motherfuckers. What is your favorite soda? Well, it's technically strawberry Sunkist, but I do NOT let myself have it because I will fucking chug it and binge on them if available to me. So, I just consider Mountain Dew Voltage my fave. When you're on the beach, do you throw beached sea creatures back? I've never even seen a beached animal. I would, though. Have you ever thrown food at someone? Yeah, small food fights as a kid or joking with a friend. Have you ever been to a bonfire? Yeah. Do you like orangutans? I love them; such fascinating, enchanting animals that act more human than people half the time. When you see a bug flipped on his back, what do you do? It depends on what it is, but I usually try to help it. Is cereal good? Yeah, I love cereal. Do you like spaghetti? Love it. It was my favorite food as a kid. Is there any kind of weapon in your bedroom? No. Do you like snow globes? I love 'em! Be honest, did Fifty Shades of Grey arouse you in any way? I didn't read it and never will. What does your sibling(s) call you? "Britt" or "(little/big) sister." Do you have any close friends that are the opposite sex that your significant other dislikes? N/A Do you honestly believe everything happens for a reason? Why or why not? Nope, because I want you to explain to me why a child dies of cancer. Why the 11-year-old was raped and forced to bear the child. Why a partner is beaten to death by their s/o, etc. etc. Things just... happen. Do you believe in reincarnation? Why or why not? No, mostly; I DO kinda wonder about it, I just find it unlikely. It would be kinda poetic, though: being given the chance to experience so many unique things. But, I kinda want a conclusion to my mortal life. The Hunger Games or The Maze Runner? I read the first HG and loved it; I started the latter novel while I was in the psych hospital for a while, but I never finished it or got that far in. It did sound pretty good, though. Has anyone you’ve known claimed to be psychic? Well, they believe(d) in tarot readings; does that count? Idk. Did/do you believe them? I wouldn't. Is anything annoying you right now? "Annoyed" is a fucking understatement when it comes to what transpired at the capitol a few days back. Have you ever been ice-skating? No. Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep? It can, depending on how heavy it is. Have you ever seen an albino person, in person? Albino, no, but I knew a guy and his sister in high school who had vitiligo. Have you ever worn a pair of scrubs? Yeah, at the ER and hospital. Have you ever walked into a massive cobweb? I don't believe so. What would you say is your strongest felt emotion right now? Rage. I'm not over "the event." I'm just tired of humanity. Are you talking to anyone at the moment? No. Do you have trust issues? Oh yes. Have you ever found an arrow head? No. Who is with you? My mom's home. What can you not stop thinking about? *points upwards* Then there's Jason because PTSD, that's very normal. Do you forgive easily? I forgive very easily, honestly. In what part of your life so far, have you learned the most about yourself? 2017, when recovery began. I think... or maybe 2018, idk. I've truly come to discover myself quite a lot the past few years. Have you ever been in a fist fight? No. Are your ears pierced? Yeah: my earlobes twice, and then my right tragus has a stud. I want to get my others back... I had to take them all out in the psych hospital, and a lot of my piercings closed up. The only one I don't wanna re-do is my anti-tragus, because mine was *always* inflammed and aggravated. What did you last say out loud? "Okay" to Mom. What are you waiting on? Right now, an opportunity to go to the parlor I'm getting my tat tidied up at to get a price range on it. They just need to be open while we're out of the house. Do you tell people when they get on your nerves? Not really. Are your feelings hurt easily? Yep. What's the most expensive piece of clothing you have? Did you buy it yourself? I dunno... I very rarely get new clothes, nevermind expensive ones. Who is your closest platonic friend of the opposite sex? His nickname is Girt. He's been my best male friend since high school; we even hang out sometimes, but it's been a long while. How do you think your first relationship shaped who you are as a partner now? As a partner, it taught me to not fall head over heels and love more realistically and in a healthy fashion. I don't put my faith solely into them, but myself, too. I also accept "forever" is not always true just because they promise it. Who is your favorite protagonist of the same sex? Oh god, this is hard. I suppose maybe Tyrande Whisperwind from WoW. I love her dedication to her people and that her story has become more interesting in her finally "breaking." I could list so, so many "faves," tbh. Were you popular in high school? What was your reputation like? No; I was just the average teen. Have you always known your sexual orientation or did something happen to make you realize it? Somethings happened. There were a lot of hints building up before I even began to consider the possibility, but a daydream solidified it as fact. What was the hardest part of your last break up? Realizing I still wasn't "ready" or "fit" for a successful relationship. What brought you out of the hardest period in your life? As strange as it sounds, my suicide attempt put it into action. I was obviously hospitalized for a while, and then I was brought into a month-long partial hospitalization program that has a fucking genius psychiatrist, and I also had daily therapy as long as school days during the week. It was the intense help I needed. What's your favorite kind of smiley face? (: Does anybody know your deepest darkest secret? My old therapist and maybe my mom; I can't remember if I told her. Did you ever watch Rugrats? (the babies) I LOVED that show! I even had two of the video games. What about Hey Arnold? Ugh, I hated it, but I think my little sister did, or we just watched it if we couldn't find anything else. Do you like pep rallies? NO. NO. NO. My teachers always understood that they really stoked my anxiety and allowed me to opt out of going. I'd just stay in the classroom and read or something. Have you ever had pneumonia? No. What do you feel about surgeries? Do they worry you? I fear anesthesia awareness, but not to a debilitating degree or anything that makes me panic beforehand or anything like that. Do you play Minecraft? if so, feelings about servers? Never have, and not interested. Do you read creepypastas? Nah. Do you think vlogging in public is scary? It seems awkward as FUCK to me. Even alone. Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? No. What social class would you say you're in? I think we're actually near the poverty line (or were, idk anymore, Mom slipped it before), so definitely lower. Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? No. How do you feel about guns? They scare me. What's the most traumatizing event that ever happened to you? A very abrupt and poorly-executed breakup while being madly in love to the point of obsession with the person. Are you faint to the sight of blood? No. Do you like spicy food? Yes. Do you have good dreams or nightmares more? Well, considering I was woken up by myself shrieking my lungs out this morning, guess. It seemed for a little bit that my nightmares were chilling out, but I guess not. When was the last time someone insulted you? What was the insult? Does my mother telling me I'm saying too many "f-bombs" count? I dunno otherwise. What’s your second favorite color? Maroon. Do you ever wish you lived in a different country? Hey Canada, mind adopting me? Who’s the last person you “pounded” fists with? Ha, I think my nephew. Have you ever been involved in an affair? No. Wait, maybe? Does the Joel thing count? We never even physically met each other, we were just being idiot kids flirting over text messages. You be the judge, ig. How many times a week do you speak to your boss? I don’t have a job. What do you want for your birthday? Just donate to my tattoo fund lmao. Having to get my laptop fixed fucked up my plans yet again... Have you ever been to a masquerade? No. Is there anybody you think is hot over the age of 40? A handful, yeah. Who in your phone has a heart after their name? Just Sara does. Anything you’re avoiding? Always. After breaking up, what’s the worst? Letting go if you're the one who still has feelings. Does your sibling have a significant other? I don't know if my brother does, or the half-sister I've never met. Another sister is engaged, and two are married. Nicole is single, though. She's smart as hell about who she dates; she's probably pickier than me. Do you use Skype? Just to talk with Sara. Are you a fan of acrylic nails? I wouldn't wear them, but they look fine on some people. Except when they're square shaped. Name one happy song that describes you better than any other. "Get Up" by Mother Mother comes to me first. Name one sad/mellow song that describes you better than any other. Haha I connect with a lot of sad songs and would honestly rather not dig through 'em right now. What is your most used pick up line? None, they're all awful. Do you like the taste of alcohol? Noooooo no no. The only alcoholic drinks I like are very weak and sweet. What kinds of food make you sick? So this probably sounds so stupid, but "fancy" foods, like stuff with a lot of ingredients my body isn't used to, I guess. My stomach is very finicky with foods, so it's easy to make this list.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''creatures x: to the grave'' by motionless in white

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shireness-says · 5 years ago

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A Sparking Attraction

Summary: Emma just wanted a nice, relaxing weekend. Who knew her car trouble would be the ticket into her hot's neighbor's pants? Rated E for smut. ~3.7K. Also on AO3.

A/N: Inspired by my recent car trouble. Unfortunately, Emma’s the only one with a hot neighbor to come to her rescue. Thanks as always to @snidgetsafan for her beta-ing!

Tagging the usual suspects: @kmomof4, @teamhook, @profdanglaisstuff, @scientificapricot, @thisonesatellite, @thejollyroger-writer, @optomisticgirl, @snowbellewells, @ohmightydevviepuu, @let-it-raines, @winterbaby89

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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“Goddamn, motherfucking, piece of fucking shit —”

This was, to say the least, not the morning Emma had hoped to have. It was a rare weekend off from the station, and as much as Emma usually loved her job as a Storybrooke Sheriff’s Deputy, a couple days off were much needed after a week where it seemed like the entire town had been out to irritate her personally. Leroy and his brothers had gotten into yet another screaming match, Ella Cruller wouldn’t lock up her dogs again, Victor Whale had been drunk and belligerent at the Rabbit Hole on a goddamn Tuesday night the list went on and on. Emma needs some ice cream and a grilled cheese and probably a stiff drink, and above all to hermit at her apartment and not re-emerge until she’s back to work Monday afternoon.

Unfortunately, to achieve those pathetically small dreams, Emma has to go to the store. And unfortunately, since Emma has things to do, her fucking car won’t start. Probably the battery. Of course.

She shouldn’t be surprised, really; it’s not like the Bug is some pristine new machine that’s in perfect working order. She loves that stupid thing, but it’s old, and old cars have problems. The only minor miracle is that hers is a new enough model to have the battery properly in the rear compartment instead of under her back seat. Of course, she doesn’t have one of those handy cordless battery jumpers David is always on her to buy; no, that would be too simple. She’d meant to buy one for a while, but they’re fucking expensive and what were the chances she’d need it anyways?

Famous last words, obviously.

“Fucking traitor,” she mutters again, scowling at the exposed engine where she’s propped the back hatch up and kicking lightly at one of her tires. Ok, not so lightly, but the car deserves it, even if her toes don’t.

She’s just about to start up with another string of profanity in order to avoid trying to actually fix the problem when a voice calls from behind her - directly behind her, in fact. “Car trouble, lass?” Even if the soft accent and tone of voice aren’t alarming, the proximity is, and Emma claps a hand over her chest above where her heart is spasming. Apparently, she hadn’t noticed his approach in her focus on cursing at the little car.

“Fuck almighty, you scared the shit out of me,” she accuses, whirling around to meet the eyes of her neighbor. It’s Killian Jones, of course; if the accent wasn’t a dead giveaway, her current streak of luck would dictate it anyways. Because of course her effortlessly hot neighbor who Emma definitely doesn’t have anything resembling a crush on, no sir, no way, would show up now when she’s ratty-looking and irritable. At least she showered this morning; it’s a scant blessing.

At least he has the decency to look a little sheepish. Serves him right, after the scare he gave her. “Apologies, love. I heard a commotion, looked out my window to see your hood popped open, and thought I’d come offer my assistance.” He pauses for a bare second before picking up again, not even enough time for Emma to start responding. “Though really, is it still called the hood if it’s at the back of the car?”

Emma just stares for a moment. “Seriously?”

“You’re right, doesn’t matter,” he concedes. “Do you need any help? I can’t say I’m good at car repair, but I’m decent at taking directions.”

“It’s fine,” Emma replies. “Not my first rodeo with changing the battery in this car. Call me an old pro or something. Don’t worry about me.”

Not that it stops him, a concerned little wrinkle set stubbornly in his forehead. “Well, you’re going to need a new one, right?”

“I mean, yeah.”

“Can I drive you to the auto parts shop, at least?”

Emma pauses at the offer. Honestly, she’d planned to call David; technically, he’s working, but she thinks with some finagling this could fall under the “public assistance” bit of his job description. Emma is always hesitant to accept help if she doesn’t have to - call it an unfortunate remnant of a shitty childhood - but Killian is here, and he is offering. Even if Emma doesn’t want to accept his help on principle, she knows he won’t judge her for taking it or think she’s weak. She may not know her neighbor that well, but he’s never been anything but polite and chivalrous, if a bit flirtatious at times.

(Maybe one day she’ll take him up on that flirting; for now, at least, she can take him up on that offer of a ride.)

She must have been thinking for longer than she thought, because Killian looks like he’s about to withdraw the offer in embarrassment. He’s a stutterer when he’s nervous, Emma’s noticed; not that she’s had much cause to, but in a town this size, it’s impossible not to catch folks in some kind of embarrassment eventually, and she’s seen him with his brother.

“You know what? Sure, a ride would be great,” she agrees. The way Killian’s shoulders drop in a small show of relief makes her more confident in her choice, especially when he smiles at her in what she almost might call delight. “Let me get the old battery out first, it goes easier when I can just drop the old one on the counter and ask to swap it. Can you grab my toolbox out of the trunk?”

“Of course, Swan.”

With Killian’s help - ok, more like “supervision” - the car surgery goes quickly. Emma’s only had to do this once before, but muscle memory is a powerful thing, and it’s easy enough to detach the battery once she knows what other pieces need to be carefully extracted and set aside to get at her goal in the limited space of the Volkswagen. It’s easy, too, to get a new battery when the owner of the auto parts store is one of Leroy’s brothers who she’d had to deal with earlier in the week - just one pointed glare on Emma’s part, and the little whiny man had quickly gone to get her replacement without any long lectures about how to reinstall it or how some people just don’t take good care of their vehicles.

“If I didn’t say it before, thanks for doing this,” Emma says quietly as Killian drives them both back to their apartment complex in his little SUV. He’s a careful driver, she’s discovered, navigating them smoothly around corners and executing gentle stops. It speaks well of him, she thinks, that he’s gentle in even this most mundane of activities.

“It’s not a problem, love,” he smiles. “I promise. Truthfully, watching you work on the car is all to my benefit.” The statement sits in the air for a moment before he continues. “Oh, now that sounds sketchy, doesn’t it?”

Emma laughs. “I mean, I think I know what you mean, but yeah, probably not the best choice of words.” It’s been interesting, watching him bounce back and forth in the months they’ve been acquainted between a suave flirt and this more bashful version of himself.

Honestly, it’s pretty cute too.

“I just mean…” He tries again, pauses. “It was impressive. Watching a woman perform her own car repair. Attractive.” He groans. “God, just let me put my foot even further into my mouth.”

“No, no it’s okay,” Emma assures him. “I… thanks, I guess.” It’s flattering, really - especially since she’s been ogling him from down the hall for months now.

“You’re welcome.” They sit in silence. “So, shall we talk about literally anything else now? Let’s do that. Please.”

Knowing what he admitted, though, it’s hard not to put on a little bit of a show when Emma re-installs the new battery. Maybe she lets her shirt ride up, and maybe she leans a little more exaggeratedly over the rear compartment as she works. So what? She’s a woman with needs like any other, and any desire to spend the rest of her weekend alone has melted as she spent her morning with Jones.

When the repairs are finally done, Emma slams the hatch back shut and turns to face Killian, whose eyes skate up and down her figure as she slides her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. She knows the posture accentuates her breasts and pushes her hips forward into something that almost might be a sway or a swagger; she’s counting on it, in fact.

“Thanks again for the help,” she tells him, dropping her voice to a more sultry register. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I don’t know about that,” he replies, before slipping into an attitude to match Emma’s own. “If you feel that way, though… well, who am I to argue. Perhaps a… token of appreciation is in order?” He even taps at his lips, the saucy cheeky bastard.

(She’s so going to fuck that.)

Emma can give as good as she gets, though, both in banter and in other, more private things. “Funnily enough, that’s what the thank you was for.” Even as the words leave her mouth, Emma sways further into Killian’s space, proving them to be just a facade.

“Is that all your precious Bug is worth to you?” Killian is close enough that Emma can feel the warmth of his breath wash across her face. She could just tilt her head up the smallest bit and claim his lips…

So she does. There’s absolutely no reason why she shouldn’t, especially since she’s felt this sizzling something simmering beneath her skin, a scorching heat she’s seen reflected in Killian’s eyes, ever since the moment they first ran into each other in the hallway five months ago. He’s just as good a kisser as she imagined, though the way their lips meet is nearly feral in its intensity. He, too, gives just as good as he gets, each thrust of Emma’s tongue met with a parry of his own, all accentuated by a forceful tug to bring her hips into contact with his own. God, it’s good.

Frankly, Emma would be happy to keep at it right here in the parking lot, let their clothes drop into the backseat of the Bug and figure out the logistics of sex in the world’s most cramped car, but there’s the matter of neighbors and passers-by and public indecency. “Inside,” she manages to gasp just as Killian squeezes her ass. Lord only knows how she manages to keep her train of thought after that. “We gotta go inside. Now.” She even pushes him away and towards the door in emphasis.

“Your place or mine?” Killian trots after her as Emma sets a determined pace, still managing to reach the door in time to hold it open for her. Stupid gentleman, they don’t have time for that.

Vague memories of dirty laundry on the floor decide for Emma. “Yours,” she tosses back to him. If this is going to be more than a one time thing, she doesn’t want his first impression of her place to be an utter disaster. They live mere doors apart anyways; it’s not like there’s one apartment obviously closer than the other.

The elevator ride to the third floor seems to take forever, but it’s still better than taking the stairs - even if they have to stay in opposite corners to keep from jumping each other in the little box. It’s funny; normally, the enforced distance would cool the fire raging in her blood and knock Emma to her senses, but it only leaves her imagining all the things she wants to do with Killian, to Killian when they finally make it behind locked doors. She wants him, and there’s no denying it.

At least he has the presence of mind to spend the elevator ride locating his apartment keys; once they reach his door, it’s the work of a moment to slip inside. Killian immediately cages Emma against the wall next to the door, trapping both her hands above her head as he attacks her mouth and neck with his lips.

“Been thinking about this for a long while, Swan,” he murmurs against her neck as he finishes sucking what will be a very impressive hickey into her skin. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

“Oh yeah?” She gasps back. “Me too.” He can take that any way he likes; she means it, regardless.

Abruptly, Killian lets go of her hands only to hoist her into the air. Emma’s legs twine around his hipson instinct, but she’s got other, more important things to worry about - namely, kissing the living daylights out of Killian and the way his toned stomach rubs against her center as he walks them to the bedroom.

She squeals as he tosses her lightly onto the bed, Emma’s body bouncing on impact. Emma scoots up the bed to watch as Killian begins to undress, whipping his t-shirt over his head and starting to reach for his shoes before he notices her staring.

“Are you planning to strip, love?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow. The hunger is evident in his eyes and in the tenting of his pants, which only makes Emma want to tease him.

“Nah, I think I’m just going to watch.”

“Now, that’s not fair,” Killian whines, halting his own disrobing to crawl over Emma’s body again. “I’ve shown you mine, and here you are, still all wrapped up.”

“I mean, technically, all I’ve seen is your chest. It’s nice, but…” Emma trails her hand down the hair and flesh of his abdomen until she hits denim, twisting her hand to squeeze his erection. “It’s not really what I want to see.”

“You make a good point, love.” His voice catches in his throat in restrained pleasure; Emma kind of loves it. “Now, what do you say that I show you some more of what you’re looking for, and you take care of some of your pesky layers?”

To borrow the kind of words he’d use: she’s amenable to that plan.

He’s got a great dick, really, once she’s down to her bra and underwear and he’s bare in front of her. It’s large without being impractically massive and bobs proudly and eagerly towards his stomach. He obviously knows he’s worth looking at, if his confident stance is any indication. God, Emma can’t wait.

“Let me help you with that, darling,” he purrs, moving back into Emma’s space to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Thank god her most comfortable bra also happens to be her most flattering, and passably pretty at that. Not that it matters when the garment is already on the floor and Killian’s fingers have ducked beneath the elastic of her underwear to draw them slowly down.

“Like what you see?” She asks coyly as the cotton hits the ground. She already knows her answer if the way Killian peruses her naked form with wide eyes is any indication.

“Only a fool wouldn’t,” Killian comments, “and darling, I’m no fool. I must say, though, I’m a little less interested in looking than in touching.”

“Then you’d better get over here.”

This time, when Emma falls back on the bed, pulling Killian with her, she intends to stay there.

Killian grinds his cock against her core, the most glorious sensation after all this banter and buildup. Skin-on-skin feels good, satisfying, though not quite enough to satisfy her craving. There’s only one thing that will do that, she knows, and as much as she wants the slick burn of his body within hers, this friction just feels too good to stop. It’s hard to push away the man who’s rubbing against her clit just right.

Finally, though, her craving is too strong to deny. “Condom?” She asks, pushing lightly at Killian’s shoulders to capture his attention.

“Aye,” he pants, a little breathless in his arousal. “Side table.” He doesn’t take the direct path, however, doesn’t just roll off her and reach for the drawer; he detours instead to her breasts to graze his teeth along a nipple and make Emma shudder in pleasure.

She allows herself to get distracted by his attentions for a moment; it’s been a long while since a little boob play has felt this good. Maybe it’s his own skill; maybe she’s already so aroused from everything else that it’s heightened the sensations. Truthfully, it doesn’t matter as long as he keeps making her moan. There’s greater pleasure to be found, however, and with that in mind, Emma makes herself pull Killian away from her chest with a tug on his thick, dark hair. Killian pouts at the interruption - god, what an adorable idiot - but she’s insistent. Plus, she’s got something even more pleasurable in mind.

“Seriously, Jones. Condom. Sex. Now.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Killian mutters as he finally shifts off Emma to open the drawer and extract a little foil packet. Before he can move to do anything about it, she plucks the condom out of his hand and pushes at Killian until he lays back on the mattress so she can straddle him.

“So you want to be on top, hmm?” He asks her breathlessly as Emma rolls the latex down his length. As she pumps him with her hand, making sure everything’s snug, he moans. “I suppose it’s a good thing I like a woman in charge.”

“I suppose it is,” Emma replies, rising up to situate his cock at her entrance, “because you’re about to get one.” And with that, she gradually sinks down on him, feeling the burn as he stretches her inner walls.

For all her talk, this part always takes a moment to adjust to, with little rocking motions and shallow thrusts of Emma’s hips until she settles into that perfect angle of penetration. Beneath her, Killian’s eyes are blown wide and dark with lust, and his hands grip at her hipbones.

“You’ve got to move,” he gasps. “For the love of God, you’ve got to move.”

Emma clenches around him, eliciting another moan, before heeding his plea. There’s no reason a woman in charge can’t be a little bit merciful - for both their sakes. The angle is so damn good, especially when she adds a little twist of her hips on each downward thrust. Maybe it’s just because this unspoken thing has been sitting between them for months, but Emma can already feel her pleasure building.

“Want to help a girl out?” She pants as she increases the pace, chasing for the orgasm she can sense just out of reach. When Killian doesn’t immediately move - by the looks of things, too distracted in watching where her body envelops his own - Emma forcibly grabs his hand from where it had been stroking the flesh of her hip and drags it just above where they meet. He can figure it out from there, if he’s half as clever as he acts.

Sure enough, when he gets with the program, tendrils of sensation start chasing down Emma’s legs all the way to her toes. “You like that, love?” He asks breathlessly.

“Fuck yeah. Just like that,” she gasps out. “Fuck.”

“You’re so gorgeous like this,” Killian prattles on beneath her. Emma truthfully doesn’t pay much attention; the way the curl of his accent sets her blood pounding is more important than anything he has to say. Still, he continues. Maybe he knows she’s not listening, maybe he doesn’t; in the end, does it matter? “Come for me, love, I know you want to.”

And with his thumb on her clit and his cock throbbing within her, she does, flying into a flurry of sensation and bliss.

She’s barely come down from her high before Killian flips their positions, sliding out of her heat for the barest of moments before he thrusts back inside. He’s still hard within her, obviously not having found the same release she has. Emma moans as his cock strokes along her inner walls. “You feel so good around me, so tight, darling,” he croons as he sets a steady pace with the snap of his hips. “Do you think you’ve got another one in you? Do you think you can come for me again?”

Emma doesn’t know for certain, but she’s certainly willing to find out.

It turns out, Killian’s a talker in bed when he’s the one holding the reins - little endearments and dirty talk Emma wonders if he’s even aware of saying. She can tell his orgasm is close when the words stop altogether, replaced by little grunts as he works above her, arms braced by her sides and head bowed over her chest.

He comes with a deep groan just as the tingle of her own release starts to build again; Emma could almost curse in frustration, even if she did already climax earlier. Killian must sense that frustration as he hurriedly drops his hand back between her legs as soon as he’s finished, rubbing furiously at her clit. He pulls out as his cock begins to soften, only to plunge two fingers within her fluttering core instead to thrust and stroke instead. It’s not the same, but it’s enough, and Emma soars over that peak one more time with a mighty exhale of what might almost be Killian’s name.

“God, that was good,” Emma gasps as she comes back to herself again. Faintly, she’s aware of Killian taking care of the used condom, though she can’t bring herself to care about the details. “Good job team, or… something.”

Killian chuckles as he shifts back to curl around her. “You know, you might even say I gave you a jolt,” he teases.

“Oh, that was awful,” Emma groans, even as she wiggles deeper into his embrace. “Promise me you’ll never say that again, please.”

“I make no promises,” Killian laughs back. “This wit won’t be contained.”

Emma can work with that. After all, she’s she’s currently making several plans that involve him this weekend - and they'll be sure to make sparks fly for as long as their batteries hold out.

#Captain Swan #cs ff #cs smut #my writing #A Sparking Attraction #it's just smut y'all

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vagrantblvrd · 5 years ago

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Temporal (1/1)

Summary: For the longest time they didn’t even know Matt had powers.

Notes: Prompt fill for @sentientmoths who asked for something based on this post.

(Read on AO3)

For the longest time they didn’t even know Matt had powers.

It’s Matt.

Weird little goblin who lives in his tech cave in the basement of their headquarters surrounded by ridiculously expensive computers and gadgets and other shiny things.

Just.

Really weird little goblin with this odd outlook on life and tolerant of the shit they put him through. (Assholes with an amazing PR team for the public to love them as much as they do.)

He rarely ventures out of his tech cave, and when he does he risks exposing himself to all their assholish glory, and there’s a fuckton of that to go around.

Matt’s job is to keep them updated on crimes-in-progress around the city and any emergencies that spring up. And the thing where he keeps tabs on any villains the team may have in case they’re working on some dastardly new plot or scheme. And the other thing where he does pretty much everything to make sure they don’t get blindsided.

He gets along with everyone on the team, even the ones who’ve tried to kill him before. (Reformed villains and shenanigans that got out of hand.)

Has this thing going on with Ryan where Ryan threatens to kill all that Matt holds dear and so on that freaks the rookies out until they realize it’s just a fucked up game they play. A holdover from the days when Ryan was a supervillain and Matt made the mistake of getting in his cross-hairs that one time.

And then, you know, Trevor, who doesn’t seem to realize he can cone across as unsettling at times.

So...yeah.

Weird little tech goblin Matt who is just sort of there.

He’s a comforting voice on the other end of the comms when they’re on the field, quiet and competent and these hilarious little comments and quips that slip out at the best/worst times. (Generally speaking you don’t want to laugh in the face of the asshole threatening to level the city with their death laser when they’re monologuing, but what can you do, right?)

More than that, though, he’ll let Jeremy lure him out with promises of food or a game marathon, crooked smile like he thinks Jeremy’s ridiculous but whatever. It gets Matt out of that damn cave of his, has him taking a break he sorely needs and making sure the asshole doesn’t starve to death or burn out.

Listens to Jeremy’s outrageous stories or plans to modify his suit and then helps him implement upgrades, even as he mocks Jeremy’s eye for design. (Purple and orange go great together and Matt can go fuck himself on that one.)

Point is, they thought Matt was just a normal guy, albeit one with an above average tolerance for their bullshit.

And then the Breach happened.

One of the Professors - there are a ton of them, a tier below the Doctors - villains with a degree or other with delusions of grandeur and feeling shortchanged and blah, blah, blah) who sent a lackey to infiltrate the team.

Got onto the support staff and sabotaged missions and tech left and right until Matt realized something was up, and then -

Well.

Hell of a wake-up call, coming back from stopping a bank robbery only to find HQ in disarray and Matt in surgery because he’s a squirrely little shit.

Half the team in space because evil aliens bent on destroying the universe, and just Jeremy and Trevor and few rookies to hold down the fort while they were gone.

Hours of waiting to hear if he would make it, and Trevor and Alfredo watching him with these expressions on their faces he didn’t want to see. (Too close to pity to stomach, and goddamn Matt for being such an idiot, for going after the saboteur on his own and just – fucking idiot.)

Getting the story out of him had been a process, because Matt’s a stubborn bastard who didn’t seem to think his powers were anything special.

“I mean,” he’d said, shrug in his voice. “I reset when I die. Kind of a shitty power to have.”

That -

Jesus Christ, no.

“Matt,” Trevor had said, all disapproval and dismay. “You are an idiot.”

Because wow, yeah, okay, yes.

Yes he is.

The worst kind of idiot to just say something like that. Like he hadn’t been reliving his death other and over again for weeks until he stopped the saboteur and – literally – saved the day. Like it was just that simple, sitcom shenanigans and no lasting trauma to go along with it.

As for the part where Matt seemed to know what they would say before they said it? Jeremy’s aware he can be oblivious sometimes, but in that case he’d thought it was Matt knowing them as well as he did to anticipate the shitty one-liners they’d come up with.

Not that he’d relived the day enough times to have it memorized. Know everything that would happen right down to the second.

Just thinking about it gives him the chills, makes him sick to his stomach. Matt stuck in a time loop the rest of his team was oblivious to and reliving his death (murder) again and again until he -

“Hey,” Matt says as he walks up to Jeremy and cocks his head. Sighs, like Jeremy’s the asshole. “I could hear you trying to think all the way downstairs.”

It’s been months since the Breach and Matt’s up and about again, grumbling and grouching and being little goblin he is.

Which is great and all, it is, but Jeremy's brain hates him and likes to remind him about the time Matt died who knows how many times while the rest of them had no clue anything was wrong. (Wonders how often it happens, and when Matt discovered what his powers were. How young he was.)

Matt snorts, and looks at the sandwich Jeremy's holding.

Five minutes ago Jeremy was starving, couldn't wait to eat it and now he’s lost his appetite. (Weird how that happened.)

Matt slaps the sandwich out of Jeremy’s hand, just. Goes for it like it’s a bomb instead of the horrible monstrosity Jeremy concocted in the kitchen.

“Don’t eat that,” Matt says, and something about it -

“...Matt?” Jeremy says, blood going cold because Matt had sounded just like that the day he broke the time loop. Almost bled out before help got to him. Horrified at the thought something went wrong again, that Matt’s in another time loop the rest of them don’t even know about. “What - “

Matt looks at him for a long, long moment, dread building in Jeremy’s gut -

“Cholesterol, man,” Matt says, like his eating habits are so much better than Jeremy's. “It’s a killer.”

Jeremy’s train of thought derails taking all the paranoid, terrified thoughts with it as he stares at Matt.

“What?”

Matt grins, this crooked little thing that Jeremy kind of hates. (So much. Like. Just all the hate.)

“Cholesterol,” Matt repeats, taking care to enunciate like an asshole. “It’s a killer.”

Jeremy stares at Matt.

At horrible little goblin Matt who puts up with their shit to an extent it should be a power unto itself, and is also somehow more of an asshole than all of them combined.

“You - “

Matt’s grin gives way to his laughter, this stupid little thing Jeremy also hates (so much), because he’s an asshole and thinks giving his teammates a coronary is hilarious.

“I hate you,” Jeremy says, even though they both know he doesn’t mean it. Looks down at what’s left of his poor defenseless sandwich scattered over the floor. “So much, Matt. So much.”

Matt keeps laughing, and Jeremy feels himself relaxing at the sound of it. Carefree and happy – assholish - but happy. (Alive.)

“Yeah,” Matt says, getting his laughter under control. “Yeah, I know.”

There’s this pause, and then he chuckles.

“I’m surprisingly okay with that.”

Strangely enough, so is Jeremy.

#jerematt #ragehappy #sentientmoths #fic prompts #Kings of Nowhere #superpowers au

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71tenseventeen · 6 years ago

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Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life Too)-13

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Warnings for sexual content, male pregnancy, non-hockey Sid. Sid and Taylor’s ages have been altered to fit the story.

Perpetual credit to my betas, @queen-alia and @icosahedonist as well as the GC and @ljummen.

September

Sid frowns down at his pants as he struggles to button them. He didn’t think he’d gained that much weight. He’s able to suck in just enough to slip the button through the hole and throws his arm in the air in triumph. “Ha!”

Then he lets his breath out.

“Fuck.”

This is not going to work. “Fuck,” he snaps again into the empty room as he pops the button and peels them off. These are his best jeans and he’d been counting on wearing them to this appointment. He’d also been counting on them lasting a few more weeks until he could figure out a way to get a few stretchy pairs of pants. With a sigh he gives them one last glance and digs out his best pair of shorts and is relieved when they button (barely) without causing him (much) discomfort. Glancing at the clock he curses again and pulls on his navy blue tee and shoes before racing out the door.

The highway is slow-moving today and he’s five minutes late when he finally pulls into the driveway where Geno is waiting for him. Sid scrambles out of the car thinking he probably should have just met him there. “Sorry, the highway was insane. I’ll leave earlier next time.”

“Not worry. We have enough time if we leave now.”

Once they’re in the car Sid leans his head back and lets out a breath.

“You okay, Sid?”

“Hm?” Sid lifts his head and fidgets with his fingers. “Oh, yeah I’m fine. It’s just been a busy day. I only got off work an hour before I had to leave.”

“Thought you supposed to be off at noon today.”

Sid shrugs. “We’re still short-handed.”

Geno frowns but thankfully doesn’t pursue the issue right then. “You work early tomorrow?”

Sid shakes his head. “Day off.”

That makes Geno smile. “Have plans tomorrow? Maybe you can stay?”

“I guess I could. I don’t have any plans but I think I have to buy some pants tomorrow.”

“Pants?”

“I, uh, some of them are getting kind of tight.” Sid has no reason to be embarrassed about this but that doesn’t stop his cheeks from heating up.

Geno looks absolutely delighted. “You growing!”

Sid groans. “Geno, come on.”

“So exciting, Sid.”

Sid crosses his arms and mumbles. “You wouldn’t think so if it were you.” He’s aware he’s pouting now.

“Okay, fair,” Geno laughs. “Maybe not. Just a little bit excited to hear. Is progress, you know? But I tone it down for you, okay?”

Geno pokes his arm lightly and keeps grinning until Sid reluctantly looks over at him with a smile “Yeah, okay.”

Sid’s not terribly nervous until they pull into the back parking lot of a small building and head for what is clearly a private entrance. Instead of checking in at a front desk, a woman in an immaculate and very expensive-looking dress meets them and leads the way to a private office full of furniture that probably cost more than all the furniture in his parents’ house. Everything here is about ten times fancier than anything he’s used to and he finds himself fidgeting as she starts to ask him a series of new patient questions.

Despite the fact that they already have his old records it still takes more than twenty minutes. Before Sid has a chance to get his bearings, she’s leading them two doors down the hall to a private exam room. He’s never seen anything like it. There’s a leather armchair and loveseat, a mini fridge and even a microwave. “Help yourself to refreshments,” she offers before she leaves. He’s relieved when she steps out so he can change.

“You want I leave while you change?”

Sid shakes his head. He’s not entirely sure why he’s so nervous but having Geno nearby is comforting. He slips into his gown and hops up on the table noting that apparently no matter how fancy the medical establishment, gowns are still ugly and ill-fitting. He doesn’t realize he’s fidgeting until a big hand settles down over both of his in his lap.

“Hey, what wrong? You okay?”

Sid lets out a breath. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

Geno cocks his head. “What nervous about? This hurt?” He glances warily at the tray of tools that has been prepared for Sid’s exam.

“No. I mean it’s not my favorite but I can handle it. I guess I just feel out of place here.”

“Why?”

“Geno, come on. You really think my last doctor’s office had”—he gestures towards the armchair and table with a copies of magazines like Elite Mother stacked on it—”stuff like this?” he continues. “There wasn’t even a plastic chair in most of the rooms I was in, and refreshments?” He hops down and plucks up one of the magazines and feels a little sick as he reads the headlines. “‘Post Baby Plastic Surgery’? ‘How Early Is Too Early for Boarding School’?” Sid’s eyes go a little wide. “‘Armani Spring Baby Collection’?! Geno I—”

Geno cuts him of, gently plucking the magazine away and putting his own hands on Sid’s arms. “Sid, look at me. None of that matter.”

“How can you say that? Geno, I don’t belong here.”

“Yes you do. You have our baby. Stupid magazines not matter, we know we not be like that. Most important thing that we get good care for you and baby and protect our privacy. Can do that here. Is all that matter. The rest of it”—he gestures towards the magazines—”just stupid stuff we ignore. Neither of us want to raise baby like that.”

Sid swallows and looks up at Geno. “Are you sure?”

Geno frowns. “Of course sure! Not saying we not give baby opportunities, not do nice things for baby but not like that. Come on, Sid. Think you freaking out little bit here but going to be okay. We not know each other long time but you really think I’m that way?”

Sid lets out a relieved breath and slumps forward a bit. “No. Of course not. You’re right. God, Geno, I’m sorry. This is just a lot to deal with.”

“Is okay,” He slips an arm around Sid’s shoulders and squeezes gently. “Should maybe have prepare you better, too. But promise not want anything like that. Just want best doctor care for you.”

Sid nods and leans into Geno’s side. “Thanks.”

Geno smiles down at him. “Of course. By the way, have to say, you look stunning in gown.”

Sid pokes him in the side and ducks out from under his arm. “Oh my god, you suck,” he says but he’s pretty sure it gets lost in Geno’s laughter.

The doctor comes in shortly after that and Sid is relieved that she, at least, is wearing normal doctor’s scrubs. She’s friendly and he relaxes a little as she introduces herself as Dr. Agarwal (“But you can call me Cammy if you want”).

As far as exams go, it’s pretty standard, at least as far as Sid can tell. What’s not standard is Geno being there, asking questions about everything they do.

Dr. Agarwal asks Sid a lot of questions despite having reviewed his records already. It feels strange the first time Geno jumps in with an answer but then he’s joining the conversation more and more and Sid finds himself looking at Geno in a whole new light.

Geno gives input about everything from Sid’s nausea to his eating habits. He listens carefully when Sid gives answers and when the doctor speaks, asking question after question himself. Sid knew Geno was determined to be involved in the pregnancy but until that moment, didn’t realize how much he already is.

Maybe Sid hasn’t been giving him enough credit.

When Dr. Agarwal asks Sid to lie back for an internal exam he’s surprised when Geno moves to the head of the exam table and shuffles around nervously. “Okay if I be here?” he asks worriedly and Sid reaches up for Geno’s hand.

“Yeah. I… Thank you.” He squeezes Geno’s hand. “Is this, um, okay?”

Geno squeezes back gently. “Of course.” Sid blinks up at him gratefully for a moment and then turns his attention back to the doctor.

The exam is uncomfortable but bearable and Geno holds his hand the whole time. When Dr. Agarwal is finished, she pats Sid’s leg and says, “You can put your bottoms back on if you want but keep the gown on. I’d like to do an ultrasound.”

“Really?” Sid asks, excited for the first time since he got here.

“I’d like to get some measurements. We can print some pictures for both of you, if you’d like.”

“Definitely, yeah. Please.” Sid nods and turns to Geno with a smile.

“We see baby?” Geno’s eyes are wide.

“Yeah.” Sid grins and Geno squeezes his hand.

“Sid,” he breathes, voice full of reverence. “We get to see baby. Hurry put pants on!”

Dr. Agarwal laughs. “I’ll be right back with the machine.”

Sid doesn’t think he’s ever seen Geno particularly nervous like this but now, with the lights down, squeezing Sid’s hand as the doctor begins to move the wand through the gel on Sid’s belly his eyes are still wide and glued to the screen.

“Here we go,” says Dr. Agarwal lightly and Geno gasps as their baby comes into view.

“Oh.” He breathes out and Sid squeezes his hand again.

They both stare at the screen while Dr. Agarwal goes through her routine, taking measurements and various pictures. Geno doesn’t take his eyes from the screen until she adjusts the wand and suddenly a tiny fluttering heart comes into view accompanied by the soft thump thump of it pumping away. “158 beats a minute. That’s perfect,” she says as they stare dumbfounded at each other.

“G…” It’s all Sid can manage to get out but Geno must understand because he just nods and his eyes are suspiciously wet but a bright smile breaks across his face.

“Is our little baby, Sid. Perfect heartbeat for perfect baby.”

“Yeah,” Sid says, smiling right back up at him.

Part 14

#Take My Hand #my fic #sidgeno #mpreg #rpf #thirteen

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mergaliscious · 6 years ago

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Denti-Cal is a joke.

Imma put a read more because I don’t want this getting filtered out and ignored but long story short I need dental care that my insurance doesn’t cover, here’s my paypal and store and I’ll go over the situation and the expenses under the cut. Even a dollar helps, the next 8 buyers can get hats for only $7.50 ($15 after that), and reblogs are also eternally appreciated! Check the notes for updates!

PayPal | Storenvy

While Medicaid is certainly better in California than a lot of states (idek if it usually covers dental, let alone how much), it’s still fucking stupid. It took me forever to find another dentist that takes my insurance after my last one left me with two poorly filled cavities and more that he was supposed to fill (I had an appointment to get them filled but he wasn’t there when I arrived that day so we had to postpone it and then the office shut down), and then the one that I found kept fucking up (first they sent me to the orthodontist when I asked for the GP, and then I arrived early for my appointment but then about 2 hours after the appointment was scheduled they still hadn’t called me in and we had to go pick up my sister), so I kind of gave up until I broke my tooth the Saturday before last.

I went to the emergency room and they prescribed me antibiotics and painkillers and told me to call a dentist to get my broken tooth fixed. They gave me a list of dentists that take patients without insurance, and after that I was on my own. I was able to find a dentist that was able to take me in less than a week later because it was an emergency.

tw vague surgery descriptions, over at the bold

When I got to the dentist I had x-rays taken and then the dentist looked over my teeth and basically told me that every one of my teeth except 5 or 6 in the front on the bottom has a cavity. I need 20 (?) fillings but Medi-Cal covers that. However, she also said I need 3 root canals (they gotta take out the nerve bc the damage is too close to it) and 2 crown lengthenings (they gotta cut back my gum and maybe bone to get to the whole cavity). They have a dentist there that does it but they don’t accept my insurance for that part.

tw over

So now I have to find an endodontist and a periodontist that take my insurance. I found a dentist that’s pretty close to home that says they might be able to do my root canals covered by Medi-Cal, but I need to get another exam done by them and since Medi-Cal only covers one exam a year, that’ll be $33. That’s not much, and technically speaking I have enough money in my bank account to pay it right now but I haven’t been spending any money because my bills for school are due this week. Well actually they were already due but my financial aid comes in this week and then I need to pay them bc if I don’t pay them this week I’ll get holds on my enrollment again and I’ll get paid late fees. I’ll probably also have to buy books and such but idk how much that’ll cost yet.

Even then, they’re not sure if Medi-Cal will cover the root canals, so I may have to pay for those out of pocket--they’ll tell me if so and how much after the exam--and they can’t do the crown lengthenings. I had to call a periodontist for that, and the answering service worker said she thinks they take Medi-Cal but she’s not sure. They’re gonna call me back tomorrow to tell me if they do or not, and if not I’ll ask how much it costs out of pocket. I’ll update on the crown lengthenings tomorrow, and I’ll update on the root canals after the exam.

In the meantime, though, the dentist said that I need to get an electric toothbrush. And since the teeth I need to get crown lengthenings for are impossible to floss between (so I can thank my old dentist for that bc it’s from the filling, which didn’t fill the whole cavity and prevents me from flossing between those teeth), my mom says I should get a Waterpik. She wants to help me, but she only gets paid a small stipend every month to cover living expenses and she’s also in school right now so she can’t afford it either.

So, assuming I’ll have enough between my first and next paycheck to pay my school bill, here are the expenses I know of so far:

Dental exam: $33

Electric toothbrush: min $25 - usually around $50 for the good ones

Waterpik: ~$35

so if I can get my operations covered, that’s $93 dollars minimum. Again, we’ll see how much more I need. I’ll reblog this with how much I’ve received and how much I need, so if you don’t know if I still need help, look in the notes. This was posted on 3/25/2019.

Note: if you just straight up give me like $50, I’ll just feel guilty. If you have that much to spend, you can give me maybe $10 and give the rest to other people or buy some hats or t-shirts from my store for you and your friends! I appreciate the help, but it’d be better for me and for others if I got little bits of money from more people.

#medi-cal #medical #dentical #denti-cal #dentist #insurance #health insurance #dental insurance #health #dental #money #signal boost #help #help needed #dental care #health care #universal health care

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ishouldbewritingblog · 6 years ago

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Best of Enemies

The last time Sylvester Sharpe had seen Agent Harris, they had been fighting on top of a moving train. It was the same old story, she shot at him, he shot back. The train went through a tunnel and when it came out the other side he was gone. It was the same game they’d played dozens of times. One day one of them would end up killing the other and it would probably be just a little bit disappointing for the surviving party. Theirs was a good old-fashioned, international, high-octane rivalry. He couldn’t have asked for a better opponent.

But then she just disappeared. Vanished. Wiped off the map like she had never even been on it. He assumed of course she had gone deep undercover. But as time went on, she never re-surfaced. There was absolutely no chatter about her in any of his usual channels. It was making him nervous. Agents didn’t just disappear like that unless they had been killed, and if that had happened, he definitely would have heard about it. So, Sharpe did some digging.

All this had eventually led him here, apartment 326 in an extremely shabby block of flats on the seedier side of London. He had put surveillance on the place for a week but hadn’t seen her enter or leave. He’d talked to some neighbours, under the guise of building maintenance, but they either hadn’t known anything about the tenant of 326 or refused to talk to him about it. He was left suspecting she was either holed up in there, or she was using it as a front of some kind and was actually based elsewhere.

The last time Sylvester Sharpe had seen Agent Harris, she had been on top of her game. That devil-may-care smile, and supreme confidence in her own abilities, and it was a confidence that was not misplaced. She had also been flexible enough to kick someone in the face or roll out of a moving car and bounce right back up, gun in hand.

But the person who opened the door of apartment 326 was none of these things.

Former-Agent Harris looked up at Sharpe and sighed a sigh which contained an infinite degree of weariness. “It’s you,” she said, “fantastic, just what I need.” She folded her arms, “Look, there’s no point trying to get any information out of me, I don’t know anything, haven’t been in the loop for over a year now. I’m not even with the Service anymore. I’m not in in contact with anyone and I’m hardly going to try and come after you anymore,” she tapped the arm of the wheelchair to emphasize this last point.

She swiveled the wheelchair around and rolled away towards the tiny living room, “if you’re going to kill me,” she called behind her, “you should probably do it inside where the neighbors can’t see.”

Sharpe had been completely taken aback when she had answered the door. Out of all the things he had expected to see, this wasn’t one of them. It could be a cunning trap, but something in her expression, the sheer dull, angry, weariness of it made him believe despite his misgivings that this was real.

He followed her inside, shutting the door behind him. He left his hand inside the pocket of his coat, still holding the revolver.

“So,” said Former-Agent Harris, when he came into the living room, “you tracked me down. I don’t suppose it was very hard.”

“It wasn’t easy,” he said, scanning the room.

She leaned back in her chair and stared at him, not saying anything.

“What happened to you?” he said.

“I got hit by a car.”

“Was it on the job?”

“Where else.”

“How did it happen?”

“Why do you care?”

“Call it professional interest.”

She laughed bitterly, “well it isn’t like I have anyone else to talk to.” She massaged her forehead with her fingertips, “it was in Prague. I was partnered up with the golden boy of the service, you know who I mean, Mr Super-Secret Agent himself. Anyway, he decided it would be a great idea to blow his cover and just tell everyone his real bloody name. I nearly choked him out right there in the lobby, but we were checked in separately, and one of us had to be a professional and maintain anonymity. I wanted to call the mission there and then, but they told me to make it work. Predictably, things go from bad to worse as he refuses to cooperate and proceeds to sabotage pretty much every single aspect of the mission. I kept having to save his sorry ass and get us back on track and I thought I might actually be able to pull it off, but then I get ploughed down by a getaway car. Got thrown right up over the roof. Despite the fact I’m lying on the ground in the most unimaginable pain, I managed to shoot out their back tires and they crashed. I passed out and by the time I woke up after the surgeries that smarmy bastard had somehow managed to make it look like he’d pulled the whole thing off and saved me as well. He got bathed in glory and I got quietly tidied away.”

Sharpe was appalled. “Are you really telling me,” he said, “that you were injured in defense of your country and they left you living in a place like this.”

She smiled sardonically, “That’s about the long and short of it. They pensioned me off but considering my ongoing medical expenses it’s laughable. This place is all I can afford. The lift doesn’t even work, so I don’t get outside much. I can walk, technically speaking, but if I stand up for more than a few minutes, the pain is really quite horrific, so it’s just easier if I use the wheelchair.”

“That is disgusting.”

“Yeah, but what am I going to do about it. I can’t complain to anyone because of all the official secrets documents I signed throughout my career. I gave them my life and they’ve shafted me.”

Sharpe took the gun out of his pocket and put it on the coffee table. “I was thinking about shooting you, he said, but I can’t do it now, it would just be…wrong.”

“Because I’m in a wheelchair,” she said, “well that seems a tad discriminatory.”

“Because you deserve so much more than this,” he said, “you’re the best agent I’ve ever met. If anyone was going to catch me, it would have been you.”

To his surprise, she began to cry. He wasn’t sure what to do. This was not something he had prepared for or ever expected to see. In the end, he settled for rather awkwardly proffering his pocket handkerchief

She snatched it and blew her nose very loudly, “this is so humiliating,” she said wetly, “I’m so pitiful that even you’re sorry for me. And now I’m crrrying.” She began to sob harder.

Sharpe was completely and utterly horrified. He had never thought of her as a real-life person. She had always seemed like a dangerous and marvellous weapon, a piece of art, but here she was, human and broken and alone and They had done this to her, her own side. The car may have crushed her bones, but they had crushed her spirit. He had wanted to kill or at least permanently incapacitate her for years, but he would have done it properly and with a suitable degree of respect.

He reached over and patted her shoulder, feeling extremely uncomfortable as he did so. “There, there,” he said, wincing at himself even as he said it. This wasn’t going to work, he wasn’t equipped to comfort anyone, let alone his former enemy. He got to his feet hurriedly, “I’ll make us some tea shall I.”

“There isn’t any milk left,” she sniffed, wiping her eyes against the back of her sleeve.

Sharpe swore under his breath. “Well,” he said, “I shall make it without.” He had never been so angry, all those years she’d put her life on the line and now she didn’t even have milk in her fridge.

“It’s stupid,” she said later, clutching the mug of tea. “But I hate that you’ve seen me like this.” She rapped on the side of the wheelchair, “not because of this, I mean all the crying and the emotionally vulnerable stuff. It’s just super embarrassing.”

“I can assure you,” he said, “I don’t see you as any less of a formidable opponent because of it.”

She took a sip of her tea, “you know I don’t even care if you’ve poisoned this at this point.”

“I haven’t,” he said, taking a sip of his own tea. “If I was going to kill you, I would have the decency to look you in the eyes as I shot you.”

Former-Agent Harris, reached down the side of her chair and pulled out a gun. She put it beside his on the coffee table. “And I suppose I can’t kill you after you’ve made me tea.”

On the outside, Sharpe’s face remained impassive as he drank his milkless tea. On the inside though, he rejoiced at the knowledge that the old Agent Harris wasn’t entirely gone.

He left her apartment two hours later with a plan already beginning to formulate in his mind.

The Director of the Secret Service switched on his living room lights, only to be confronted by the sight of a familiar face. The man in question was sitting on the couch and was pointing a gun directly at his chest. He gestured at a chair placed opposite the couch, “sit down, and don’t bother trying to trigger one of your alarms, I disabled them all. Yes, even the one in the vase.” The director sank down with a thump. He stared at the man coldly, “you won’t get any information out of me,” he said, “you can do what you like, I shan’t break.” The man stared back at him in undisguised loathing, “you have some explaining to do Re your treatment of Agent Harris, and trust me, I’m very, very good at getting people to talk.”

When Former-Agent Harris woke up the next morning. There was milk in the refrigerator as well as a lot of other things. There was a note affixed, by way of a dagger, to a kitchen drawer. It read “Going to make things right. Will bring dinner. S.S.”

As promised, he reappeared at her door just before 7pm with a large bag of takeout. Having watched the 6pm news, she had a pretty good idea of what he had been up to.

“It was nice of whoever burned down the Secret Service headquarters to make sure everyone had evacuated first” she said, opening a container of Pad Thai.

“Yes, it was, wasn’t it,” he said, settling down as best he could on the rather lumpy couch, “maybe they knew that somebody wouldn’t approve of collateral damage even considering the circumstances.”

“And from what I hear,” she said, “a certain agent might even regain most of the use of his hands with the right physical therapy.”

“Fingers break so easily,” he said, “he really should be more careful where he puts his hands.”

“And you’ll never guess what happened to me today.”

“You’d better tell me then, I’m all suspense.”

“I got sent rather a large sum of money by the Director himself. What was strange though was it was all just unmarked bills stuffed into a brown envelope. He also sent rather a nice bouquet of flowers and a lovely note which really didn’t sound like his usual style at all.”

“What a charming surprise.”

“Thank you,” said Former-Agent Harris.

Sharpe smiled, “for what,” he said, “pass the fried rice.”

“I suppose,” said Former-Agent Harris, “now that we’re apparently friendly enough to eat dinner without trying to shoot each other, you might as well call me Stella.”

Three months later, Stella and Sylvester sat on the balcony of an extremely tasteful chalet in the Swiss Alps, he in his favourite armchair and her in an extremely expensive electric wheelchair in custom robin’s egg blue. “I suppose,” said Stella, raising her glass of orange juice, we should toast to your new business endeavours, “here’s to the straight and narrow, mostly.”

“I always was a legitimate businessman darling, I’m just extra legitimate now.”

“Sure you were.”

Of course, he wasn’t going to tell her about all of those paintings he still had in the warehouse in Amsterdam or the little operation in Milan or the other thing in Texas.

“You need to stop smiling when you think about dishonesty,” she said, “once you know what to look for, you have a terrible poker face.”

He grinned at her, “I was thinking about you.”

She rolled her eyes, “Liar. I’m going to have to kill you one of these days.”

“I look forward to it.”

“I’ll run you over with my wheelchair.”

“An extremely cunning plan, I’ll never even see it coming.”

They clinked their glasses together and looked out over the mountains. Agent Harris, Stella, might not be able to fight him on top of a train anymore, but that didn’t make her any less of a daunting adversary, and he was fully looking forward to spending the rest of his life matching wits with her.

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saintaugustinerp · 6 years ago

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Congratulations C! You have been accepted for the role of The Fallen Angel with the faceclaim Zoë Barnard. Please be sure to check out the accepted applicants checklist! Also be sure send us a link to your blog within the next twenty-four hours. Welcome to St. Augustine!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name/alias: C

Age (18+): over 21

Gender/Preferred pronouns: Cisfemale, she/hers pronouns please

Timezone: GMT/GMT+1

IN CHARACTER

Desired Skeleton: The Fallen Angel

Character Name: Lady Alexandria Georgiana Fox

Age (18+): 7 June, 1997

Gender/Pronouns: Cisfemale, she/her

Hometown: Chelsea, London, England (via Somerset, England and Panjim, Goa, India)

Major: Art History (with a heavy emphasis on the Baroque period in Europe)

Desired Faceclaim: Zoë Barnard

Character blurb: She always used to wear the most pristine little miniskirts, even in the snow, with only diaphanous stockings to keep her warm, her jumpers tied at her waist. ‘Hot blooded,’ her boyfriend would call her, leaning in close and kissing her and then you could only stare longingly at those lips of hers. That thin, almost imperceptible white line that divides her top lip into a quarter and three of them was there before all the others, impossible to miss in a snarl and even more so in a smile, a wound that had stitched itself back together and left a mark. She cut it on a broken wineglass someone was running around with in first year, and everyone laughed at it bubbling over and bloody, bleeding profusely until it didn’t stop and she went to bed drowning in the stuff. Of course, that scar is of little consequence now, not with that fat, pink one encroaching on her left eye. I heard some people calling her Princess Die, but she was the one who crashed her convertible in Corsica. Not a driver outrunning rabid paparazzi. She has only herself to blame. Don’t look at her, misery would kill for some company at this school.

Developed Head Canons:

Note: The subtitles are stolen from Rosalía’s El Mal Querer (it translates to like, The Bad Love), a Spanish-language concept album released last month with this very cyclical, ancient narrative. You can listen to it here as you read if you so choose.

ALEXANDRIA Cap. 1: Augurio (Omen)

Her parents met when they were both on holiday in Egypt in the 90s, a spitfire and the not-quite reserved son of a Duke. She was the firstborn, but her brother, James, born two hours (and a few minutes no one ever bothered to calculate) after her, will inherit almost all — their father’s title, the estates, the townhouse. It’s not common knowledge at Augustine she has any siblings, let alone a twin who could be a mirror image of herself: he’s studying economics at the École normale supérieure in Paris, and Gia is far more likely to visit him than he her; in Switzerland they tend to meet to ski in Gstaad or Verbier. James, Jamie, is half her heart, and when they both chose to go to different universities she was some kind of agony. It was the first time she was ever alone, truly alone, since the moment she was conceived, but gradually, she blossomed in Switzerland, alone, magnetic in her own right and beloved even without her complement.

FRANKFURT Cap. 2: Boda (Wedding)

She was going to marry him, Gia swears, had they survived to his graduation, had they survived the weight of courtship outside of Augustine, had he not fucked her over. Her parents had met in Egypt when they were nineteen and twenty, and she was supposed to meet her husband then too. And Théo, he was their dream, he was hers, when she held her head close to his heart and listened to it beating she could have sworn it was hers, lovesick (sickening) and naïve. She held her head high, arms slung around Théo and Julien, her boys. The revelation that called herself Sylvianne (the slut) was magnificent in her cruelty, they shared classes and once, sat next to each other in a mixed-year lecture, but Théo was on fire. He reduced her to tears, shaking, dropping to her knees unable to breathe in his bedroom. She hadn’t loved him enough. That was the worst thing. She loved the way he made her feel, she loved his name and the way he spoke hers and she loved that he was hers but she didn’t love him enough. It would have been easy to liken their breakup to an imperial divorce between loveless royals if not for the humiliation, brutal and public and unbearable. Théo and Sylvianne made her something ferocious and wounded and yowling, begging after it was over in the silence not to die alone in the mountains.

ZÜRICH Cap. 3: Celos (Jealousy)

She was beautiful, and she knew it. Thick, long, glossy hair, wide doe eyes with thick lashes, full lips and freckles. Gia cared deeply about her appearance, how she presented herself to the world, and her mother brought her to spas across the continent in search of youth, to halt time in its tracks, placing an emphasis on beauty above all else. Her mother is more than Botox injections and collagen boosters, she knows, Astrid was top of her class at her boarding school, she speaks four languages and was an au pair for an aristocratic family in Spain, but all anyone ever refers to Gia’s mother as is beautiful. She epitomises aristocracy and post Chelsea mummies, married by twenty-three and pregnant by twenty-four, a celebrated hostess and the curator of the Somerset house’s beloved collection. Losing Théo was more than a betrayal, it was more than him cheating, it made Gia a failure, someone with a first love and not an only love like her mother has, it brought her beauty and charm into question: if she wasn’t enough for him, would she be enough for anyone?

BRUXELLES Cap. 4: Disputa (Argument)

The aftermath of the betrayal was as ancient as the idea bearing a cross on one’s back as punishment. A last supper. A resolution. Body and blood and disciples. When the semester came to a vicious end, well before her last class (and for that matter, before she sat any exams) James chartered a plane from Paris-Le Bourget to Zürich, and she boarded an empty train car and uncrossed her legs and pointed her toes at the seats opposite hers, the wetness that lingered on the soles of her calfskin boots in the Alpine spring making them damp and dark. She bought a triptych from her iPhone, texting the Sotheby’s dealer her parents kept on retainer her bids. It was easy to proclaim that the Reveller was a naughty, stupid little thing, stood across from them, but the Oxbridge students she had gone to primary school with in England beckoned her closer the second she stepped off the Gulfstream and wandered back into their territory. Before, it had always been so easy to justify her abuse as use, as necessity, never addiction, it was a line when she needed to focus, a drink or four so she looked like anyone else, she was never high, she was never drunk, never foolish enough to even so much as make herself look like she was either. An old friend called her, in June, in the middle of a fête at the Tory Whip’s daughter’s penthouse flat in Canary Wharf, and she answered, eyes shining and glassy and rimmed with red, a slur dogging the ends of her sentences. She wasn’t addicted. Not so fast. She was being reckless. He wouldn’t hear it. When Diana divorced Charles, she became a queen in her own right, despite severing herself from eligibility. When she died, she became a goddess. When Gia divorced Théo, she drowned herself in wine and white powder and didn’t die. She spent her sympathy long before she ever needed it, never kind enough to be anything but elite and untouchable and once she could be touched, she was unwanted.

CORSICA Cap. 5: Lamento (Lament)

The 5th Duke of Westminster had a villa in Corsica, Gia and James’ childhood palace that lay abandoned as they grew older and realised London was, as they had suspected all along, the centre of the universe, and also that they had a country estate in Somerset and sand was stupid. But their family decided, as Gia’s three-month-long implosion (that didn’t birth a new star, otherwise it would have been acceptable) continued, that she needed some sun, a wholly English cure. She was meant to be forced through some kind of rehabilitation, both for her heart and the whisky, her brother was meant to watch her around the liquor cabinet. The Duchess had not laboured so long to give birth to a daughter who had her heart broken once and became nothing. In the dark the morning of 8 July, sober and awake and alive, Gia left the villa with the keys to the convertible she’d learned to drive on the winding Corsican roads in her palm. The car roared to life and shot out of the garage before anyone could wake up and realise what had happened, its top down in the balmy island heat.

CHELSEA Cap. 6: Clausura (Cloister) Trigger warning: severe injury, car accidents.

Recovery was a bitter process. She was evacuated from the dingy (but needlessly expensive) hospital in mid-August, forced into hiding in Chelsea — it would have been Somerset if not for the necessity of her doctor’s appointments. She broke ribs, if the car had crashed into anything more solid than a grove of olive trees she would have broken vertebrae. But it was the glass that did the most exquisite damage, shattering into a thousand pieces and destroying the side of her face she turned to face it, the left side. She underwent reconstructive surgery and skin grafts, her leg fractured even as they took skin from her thigh, the evidence of what she had done visible. A plastic surgeon did his best to repair the scars, but some were too delicate to even begin to touch in the week before she was meant to return to school. The scars remain visible, almost a dividing line between the old and the new, her freckles shifted by pink and silver lines, her left eyebrow in two. She’s meant to have another appointment, over the summer, to finally repair the repairs and erase the worse of the scars, and ease the severity her headaches, an aftereffect from the concussion she received when her forehead slammed into the steering wheel, but a surgeon in Zürich warned her that her demand, to return to the way she looked before, was impossible to meet. She returned to Saint Augustine like something out of a Bond novel, a villain, and they shied away from her, all of them, hanging their heads as if they knew they had done it themselves (they had).

SOMERSET Cap. 7: Liturgia (Liturgy) Trigger warning: extremely brief and not graphic mention of suicide.

No one was ever blunt enough to tell her what she had done wrong, but she figured it out herself. She was hysterical. Hysterical women were unattractive, unwanted, they always had been, soothsayers or not, beautiful or not. She should have handled the end of her relationship with Théo Rothschild with grace, with her head held high, then they would have adored her, called her back to them, cried for her when she crashed whether she had done it to herself of not. There were whispers she had been in a relationship with the dead boy, something like that, maybe, that she had tried to kill herself when he had died. And the opposite, that she had hungered for attention so much so that she stole what should have been his, or tried to, anyway, vicious and starving. Gia walks with a limp and keeps her eyes on the ground, retreating, retreating, retreating. No rumour could be as cruel as someone telling her the truth, even just once.

TOKYO Cap. 8: Éxtasis (Ecstasy)

Before, she was defined by how dazzling she was. She learned how to fly planes in the summer before university, with James in the cockpit beside her so she wouldn’t dare crash. She loved ski weekends in Gstaad and summering at Lake Como, and she was a half-decent figure skater with a penchant for old noir films and gore and westerns. Gia loved art, it wasn’t just the acceptable degree chosen for her by the sort of people who expected her to be a wife and mother and party guest, she spent hours dissecting the evolution of Caravaggio’s technique as he gained students and imitators in first year and presenting a paper so exemplary the professor urged her to submit it to peer-reviewed journals (she didn’t). She drank, but not to excess, holding bottles of Château Cheval Blanc, her favourite, aloft and making promises of vacations in the Loire Valley. She fit perfectly into the hollow under her best friend’s arm, or her boyfriend’s, and she never made trouble. She was adored, however shallowly, and after, with her face wet and stinging, in the dark she prays that she is exalted, that she is adored again, for someone, anyone to love her the way she was once loved. She wants that even more than she wants suffering.

SAINT PETERSBURG Cap. 9: Concepción (Conception)

She was forged in her mother’s image the way James was moulded steady-on by their father, a rosy-cheeked maiden bred for slaughter-by-marriage and utterly excited for it. She attended a boarding school in Surrey for primary school, chased by a Swiss education for secondary, following in her parents’ footsteps. They were both Oxbridge students, dry and unencumbered by society’s ills. Her mother, despite being born to a nouveau riche half-Indian banker and his wife, an immigrant from Goa, caught her father’s eye and never left his gaze, settling in in his mind. They were lullabies, her parents, fairytales, their marriage impeccable and undeniable, a perfect union of two understated powers. And, her mother’s daughter, her accompaniment to the opera in Vienna and spas in Lucerne, she begged for the same, to be something, to marry someone who was something, because she was told, again, and again, but never so explicitly, that was all she could ever want and the only thing she had to live up to: James had the difficult task.

BERN Cap. 10: Cordura (Sanity) Trigger warning: car crashes, suicide (not graphic).

It weighs heavy over her, the second before the crash, when she made the decision to turn the steering wheel and pitch over the side of the road into the sea of trees below. She hadn’t set out to die, or be crushed by the vintage convertible she had coveted for five months before it became her birthday present, she had meant to inhale the salt and drive in the dark until she was exhausted enough, without a dram of whisky necessary, to collapse into her bed and finally sleep for the first time in months. It was assumed she had something in her system when she crashed. No one ever checked her blood alcohol, neither of her parents spoke enough French and James had sworn to protect her, telling the Corsican nurses instead that she was allergic to penicillin. They whisper that she wanted attention, and she did, if anyone would ever think to ask that she wouldn’t deny it. She just wanted attention, for someone to ask what was wrong, to ask why something not quite unexpected had nearly killed her, and her shame makes her eyes burn and one cheek striped white and the other pink and no one meets her eyes anymore but she never even tries to meet theirs. He’s a boy, for fuck’s sake. A boy. Not a man. Not a God. Not worth anything she did to herself in want of someone, in want of him, to ask, ‘what have I done to you?’

PARADIS Cap. 11: Poder (Power)

She has a plan, face half-scarred, teeth too white, skin stained with iodine under her school jumper, newly cruel in disposition herself when once she was, at the very least, civil. She should punish Théo, yes, and she will, but the slut knew who she was fucking — neither of them should go without blame. Georgiana watches Bas Décsey, her old boyfriend’s old friend, not reverently, but hungrily, flashes of something sharp in her smile, that wild, untamed thing once so easily caged. He’s better suited for her, anyway, no platinum-plated spoon between his lips (only a gold one, it’ll match hers), his interests align with hers. A simple, easily soft spoken question — ‘I need your help.’ The overlap of Theology and Art is undeniable and endless, their knowledge overlaps. Vengeance shines when sworn, she thinks constantly of the slut’s realisation that the poor creature she wrote off has taken everything from her: her own boyfriend, her dignity, her degree. An eye for an eye. Bas would know better than anyone, that’s what God would want. She relies on rumours of his grace and magnificence, and her own wretchedness — this is the time to prove he is a true prophet. (He won’t. He’ll never see her coming.)

(There’s another route, too, she could take: Théo slept with Sylvianne. Sylvianne sleeps with Bas now. Bas and Théo could so easily be torn apart by that fact, couldn’t they? Couldn’t she make Théo lose as much as she has? Could anyone even hate her if she did? It’s revenge. And they can claim piety all they like, but everyone hungers for it. Everyone.)

Writing Sample: Must be IC, should be at least two paragraphs

LATE JUNE 2018

She’s in a nasty mood, hovering on the edge of a violent strop, a wet, heavy feeling in the back of her throat, choking her.

These are wild lands, the mountains (are they mountains? they look nothing like the ones she knows so well) like rows of jagged teeth rising out of the sea, the cliffs cut black and white. An old Aznavour song in a language she doesn’t understand croaks through the radio, staticky from the distance. She leans forward, flicking it off, pressing back into the leather and tracing the steering wheel’s stitches. She’s alone. The girl and her car. James thinks it’s haunted, the car, the way the villa is, the way the island is. When they were little lights would flick on in the middle of the night, and something that sounded like dogs would bark and howl even though they had none. A Nouvelle Vague starlet had owned the villa next to their great-grandfather’s and drowned herself in the pool and she had German Shepard, according to Jamie, when he was older.

The car speaks for itself, top down, never playing the right songs, the leather always frigid even in the Mediterranean heat.

Gia inhales through her nose, the edge of her fingernail sliding under a loose look of stitching and pulling. Her nail breaks. She swears, bringing the split, ragged edge to her teeth to even it out. She’s ruined her manicure — that was her mum’s doing, a hundred pounds for an emergency appointment at DryBy, the soft pink shade easily mistaken for her own nails from a distance. Something whistles. The wind.

She turns the radio back on, taking her foot off the car’s acceleration but leaving the key turned just so. To her left, a brief walk and her door opens out onto the salt, a vivid, vibrant, aching blue in daylight; a churning black sea, the stuff of monsters, of Grecian legends and Napoléon, when the sun goes down. To her right, the dirt. This road ends here. It gets steeper and steeper until it’s too treacherous for a car, even a small one barely suited for two people, like hers, to drive without pitching backwards and succumbing to flames.

It’s dark. She needs a light. She’s never gone this far before.

Gia takes her phone with her, on silent, its brightness turned down, and raises it to take a picture.

An endless grove of olive trees stares back, illuminated by the sudden flash of light. She turns. Above, the road that leads back to the villa, haunted. This is why she came down here. That distance, the gap between the road above and the road below, if she was going 100 kilometres it would cease to exist and all there would be to catch her would be the yearning arms of the olive trees.

It’s a good thing she knew to drive slowly through uncharted territory.

Other: Anything else you want to show us or say you can put here, including any desired changes or questions you have for us.

One last note — in terms of timelines, determining what the ‘fall’ was is difficult, but I tend to place it as a gradual process rather than all at once. It began, of course, with the revelation she had been cheated on, but she failed to act (as she desired) on the information for a good week. It was a slow descent (here’s where this blog’s title comes from, “An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards”, Terry Pratchett, though sauntering is a nice word for it) from recklessness to Corsica and the crash. So while any of these things could be the fall, I tend to find that starting at the beginning is what I prefer, in terms of before and after. But the scars are a great visual marker of change, so I can hardly protest any other interpretation!

#accepted #fallen angel #lsrpg #rpg #rp

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spectorbarnes · 7 years ago

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Let Me Love You | Part 10

Summary: Working as a waitress in New York doesn’t really pay the bills. One of the regulars has grown fond of you and wants to help you monetarily. He’s not from that side of town, more of the upper east side, and more importantly, he wants to be your sugar daddy.

Pairing: SugarDaddy!Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: sMUT, FINALLY (18+), oral sex, sex

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You stood in the hallway, amazed at what was clearly going on in the bedroom. You shook your head before letting your imagination run loose. You couldn’t invade his privacy. You turned your heel and walked towards the door. Your mind came up with a million excuses. Maybe you could stay somewhere else. No, dumbass. You don’t have any other place. You thought.

You reached for your purse on the table and picked it up. Something must have fallen out of it and hit the glass table. You froze and the noises coming from the bedroom stopped. On instinct, you reached for the door and opened it. Sebastian’s footsteps became louder and your hand slowly pushed the door shut. It was now your time to put your acting skills to the test.

“Hey,” Sebastian exhaled under his breath. His eyes widened and you could see his belt was loosely buckled.

“Hi.” You could only glance at his eyes for a few moments without looking away.

“How long have y-you been here?” He asked.

“I just got here, I told you I was going out.” You walked behind the kitchen counter and reached for an apple.

“I know, I-” He paused. Just then, you slipped up and made eye contact with him.

His face was perfectly structured. His lips looked soft and delicate. A pure specimen. There was no way he meant you. He couldn’t have said your name. Well, maybe he did. But he meant another girl with the same name as you. How were you appealing to him?

“I’m going to bed. Have a good night.” You walked past him towards his bedroom.

You heard a soft “good night” before closing the door.

You woke up in the middle of the night after having that strange dream. You turned the bedside lamp on and sat up. Your face was hot, and your palms were sweaty. Did you really dream about him in his bed? Maybe you had that dream because you knew what he was doing in here. You told yourself to forget about the incident and go to sleep. Just like any other day.

But you couldn’t. You shut your eyes for a while but never fell asleep.

The bedroom slowly began to be illuminated by the rising sun. You still had not gotten enough sleep. You were definitely going to be in a pissy mood today.

You kicked the bed sheets off you and sat up. You began to get dressed for work that morning. You didn’t feel yourself yet. It felt like you were a robot and you were moving without your control.

You managed to put on makeup and a business suit, like the other dozen you had in the closet. You looked in the mirror and tilted your head to the side.

You were feeling a little risky. You opened the closet one more time and began to look at the more revealing clothes Sebastian had gotten you. You were too intimidated to put on those dresses. They all were skin tight, some had a deep v-neck and some barely reached your knee.

You played dress up for a couple of minutes until there was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” You asked. Immediately covering your bare top half with the dress you had just taken off.

“I made breakfast,” Sebastian said.

“I’ll be out there in a minute.” You answered. You slipped on the dress that showed off too much of your cleavage. You looked in the mirror and frowned.

That dress was clearly not suitable for work, you put back the outfit you had originally thought of wearing. A simple blue blouse with dark pants.

You walked into the dining room to find Sebastian, well suited up, sitting on the table rolling blueberries over his waffle with a fork. He looked like a child being forced to eat breakfast before heading to school.

“You made waffles?” You spoke. He looked up and gave you a small chuckle.

“Are you surprised I cook?” He asked. He shook his head and said your name.

There it was, a little flashback from the incident last night. All it took was him to say your name to remember how loudly he was moaning it out alone in his bedroom. You pulled the chair away from the table and sat down.

“A little.” Your voice broke at the last word while he passed you a plate, he locked eyes with yours and raised his right eyebrow.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I am.” You responded. “I just need a drink of this,” you took a sip of orange juice.

You ate for a few moments in silence.

The man at the other side of the table seemed to be avoiding any kind of eye contact with you.

“I should get a cab-”

“I can take you.” He interrupted.

“We can’t risk anyone seeing us in your car together.” You told him. He finally looked up at you and gave you a smile. “Well, I better get going. I don’t want to get in trouble with the boss.” You winked as you got up from the table. He lightly chuckled.

“Oh wait, before you go, I have something for you.” He reached into his back pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. He handed you a black card. “I’m going to be busy with late night meetings as we finalize some contracts at the office this upcoming week and I want to make sure I cover all of your expenses.”

“Sebastian,” You stared at the credit card with the word Platinum branded across it. “This looks- I can’t accept it.”

“Sure you can. It’s got a couple hundred already loaded. Think of it as an apology from last night.” He cleared his throat. You looked at him.

“Listen, I’m sorry for how I reacted-” You said.

“No, I didn’t give this to you because I wanted you to apologize. I’m the one who should apologize.” He got up from his seat and walked around the table to meet you. “In fact, I rehearsed this earlier today and I am not going to let you interrupt me.” He shut you down before you even got a word out of your mouth. You’ve only lived together for a few weeks and he already knew you so well. “I was stupid last night. I shouldn’t have overreacted. I have a history with Michael and before you ask what happened, we’ll save it for a time when I can explain everything. I just don’t want you to get hurt and with that man, you’re guaranteed to get your heart broken. I don’t want him to play you the way he’s played, other women. And,” He paused and sighed. “I care for you. A lot. You being here with me has made me really happy. Being involved at work so much I don’t have time to relax or have a good laugh with anyone, but you’ve changed all of that.”

Was your face getting red? Because you were pretty sure it was.

Sebastian wrapped his left arm around your waist as he towered over you. He pressed his right hand against your cheek.

“I like you. I really do. I’m saying this now because I want you to think of the possibility of us. If you don’t feel the same way, I’ll wait. I won’t pressure you. If you don’t feel anything, I understand. Losing you to someone else I’ll have to cope with it, but losing you to Michael will ruin me.” He pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and you were pretty sure he could feel it too.

“Say something. You’re scaring me.” He whispered.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” You responded.

“You don’t have to tell me how you feel right now. I just want you to tell me when you’re one hundred percent sure that you do feel the same way or you don’t. Whether it’s next week or next month or next year, I will wait. Okay?” He leaned back and looked into your eyes.

“Okay.” You nodded.

The morning dragged through, there were little tasks to be made. After you were done with them, you played a little solitaire on your desktop. You briefly called the hospital to check in on your dad. The nurse said he had significantly improved, and they didn’t need to extract the blood from his brain. He didn’t need a surgery might even wake up one of these days, his body was just taking time, which was normal. As soon as Sebastian arrived at the office after his first meeting of the day, you followed him to his desk and told him the good news about your father which was followed by him rushing to you to hug you, which made your eyes start to water.

You made some phone calls and set meetings in the conference room. Your dad’s slow but positive reaction to the medical treatments made you feel a lot better. You were having a good day. Maybe more than a good day because Sebastian’s speech over breakfast kept replaying in your head over and over again throughout the day.

You snapped out of your little recap of the day and came back to reality. Rachel was sitting across the hall, waving her hands frantically over her head. “What has gone into you, what has you on cloud nine?” She chuckled. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for over five minutes.”

“A lot of things.” You sighed. “But what did you need help with?”

“I’m just making sure you RSVP’d for tonight.” She said.

“RSVP’d what?” You asked. Rachel’s eyes instantly widened.

“Did you not get the e-mail?” She asked. You shook your head. Just on cue Sebastian stepped out of his office and greeted us.

“Good work today, ladies. I will see you all tomorrow.”

“Goodbye, boss. Happy Birthday, again.” Rachel smiled.

Today was Sebastian’s birthday.

“It’s your birthday?” You blurted out. Sebastian smiled at you shyly.

“Yes, silly. Didn’t you congratulate him?” Rachel spoke.

You got up from your desk and hugged him. “Why didn’t you tell me today was your birthday?” You whispered in his ear.

“Honestly, I forgot about it.” He responded. You pulled away from him and Sebastian winked at you. “Have a good day, you two.” He waved goodbye before walking away with his portfolio in hand.

“Since you didn’t RSVP to our boss’s surprise birthday party tonight, I am taking you as my plus one.” Rachel cheered. “A couple of supervisors are going to trick him into going to the party tonight. Ahh! I’m so excited.”

“What’s the attire?” You asked.

“Formal. Very formal. Think red carpet attire. I’m taking this cute blue dress I wore at my sister’s wedding.” Rachel said. “I assume you’re not ready so I suggest you either run to the nearest store right now or go home and dig through what you have in the closet.”

Nothing. You had no formal attire in your closet. Thanks to Rachel, all you had was sexy lingerie.

“I’m going to run out of here and find something.” You turned off your computer and reached for your bag.

“Pick you up at 6? Send me your address!” She shouted as you walked down the hallway. “I won’t be home. Send me the place’s address instead. I’ll meet you there!

You raced out of the office and got to the nearest store you could find. A couple of looks through the racks and you were definitely not able to afford most of the stuff there. Those tags had too many zeros. You remembered the card Sebastian gave you that morning and pulled it out from your wallet. You called the number on the back of the card. The customer service representative picked up.

"Hi, I just got this card from my- uh- friend and this is the first time I’ve had an account with you guys so could you walk me through how much I can use today.”

“Yes, m'am may I have the name and number on the card.” You finished giving her the information and a couple of moments later she began answering your questions. “Okay, how much did you think of spending?”

“I was told this card had a couple of hundred, maybe one or two hundred dollars. I just don’t want to spend more than half of it-” You were interrupted by her light chuckle.

“I need to buy a dress and-”

“I apologize for my laugh there, ma'am. But there seems to be a misunderstanding on your part. You do have a couple of hundred on this card. A million. To be exact.”

You almost dropped your phone. One fucking million dollars.

“One million?” You asked.

“Your boyfriend knew you were going to call and left a note for you here saying ‘Buy whatever you please. You deserve this and more. Love, Seb’. And honey if you ask me, I would not buy a hundred dollar dress, this man deserves a lot more than that. Give him something to drool over.” She said.

“Oh, I will.”

Your phone had blown up by the dozens of calls Rachel had made. You listened to the couple of voicemails she left, upset that you had yet to arrive, how you missed Sebastian's facial expression and how she was getting drunk alone.

You had arrived at the luxurious rooftop club and got in the elevator to get to the rooftop they had rented out for Sebastian. You may have missed the surprised reaction to the party but you were going to have a reaction of your own. You were left alone in the elevator and faced the mirrors on the side making sure You looked your best. You had bought a red dress with a deep v-neckline and a slit that reached the top of your thigh. You had black strap heels and your makeup was definitely as you say, 'slaying’. You fixed your straightened hair to the side and bit your lip and your reflection. You looked like a billionaire’s lover. And maybe you were about to be.

The elevator door opened and you stepped out into the rooftop. You found Rachel alone, slumped down on the first table to the right along with a glass of what you assumed was whiskey.

Her face lit up as soon as she saw you and waved you to come over.

“Holy fuck, you look hot.” She chugged the rest of her drink down and pulled you to sit down with her in the booth. The music was blaring and people carried on their conversations. No one had caught a glimpse of you. But you didn’t care about any of them. Just one.

“I need to give Sebastian his gift.” You told her. “Do you know where he is?” You asked.

“I think he is in the back by the bar. Funny he kept asking me for you too- Oh shit.” She groaned.

“What?” You followed her gaze to the entrance. There stood a woman, blonde, about your height. Wearing the most elegant gown you had ever seen. A gown similar to yours but in black, a gold accent at the top and these smoky eye shadow that clearly made any man swoon. She gave you a bad feeling. “Who is that?” You turned around to see Rachel pulling your dress back to look at the inside of the top.

“You’re wearing Versace!” She yelled, slightly slurring her words. A few people a table away turned around. Rachel was clearly drunk.

“Rachel, who is that?” You asked again. “That’s Diana. Sebastian’s I-don’t-fucking-know-what-she was-but she worked for the company for a while but something went wrong and left. I am pretty sure they fucked. He was miserable without her. ”

Was Diana the girl Sebastian had the toxic relationship with? Was he her sugar daddy?

“He has a thing for blondes.” Rachel slurred. “Especially that blonde. I don’t know what the fuck she is doing here.”

“I’d like to know too.” You stood up from the booth and saw as she found Sebastian who was by the bar at the end of the room. They greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek.

“She’s also the fucker who nearly destroyed this company by ruining Michael and Sebastian’s friendship- Hey! Where are you going?”

You just needed to hear the beginning of Rachel’s sentence to know You had to make your way over there. You started turning heads as you walked across the room. Diana seemed to try and start a conversation with Sebastian by touching his arm and making a throaty giggle. He faked a smile as his eyes continued to scan the room. That was until he saw you making your way towards him.

His jaw instantly dropped as his eyes scanned you from head to toe, and you tried to sway your hips a little more as you walked to him. “Happy Birthday, Seb.” You held your arms open for an embrace.

“If you’ll excuse me.” He told the blonde woman next to him before meeting you halfway.

“Sweetheart,” He gave you a gentle squeeze as he held you in his arms. “I see you used my card.”

“I see you left me a little message with them and a little more hundreds than you told me you had given me.” You whispered a little too close to his ear.

“I was just sharing something I have too much of.” He replied. “And after this little surprise, I might just give you things like those more often.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge.” You said seductively.

He took a step back and looked at you amazed. “Who is this girl in front of me? What did you do to my roommate?”

Someone cleared their throat behind you, you turned around and saw Michael leaning over the bar with a drink in hand. “I was about to ask Sebastian who is the young woman he was talking to but now that I see that it’s you. May I?” He held his hand out. You took it, thinking it was a handshake but he lifted your hand up and made you turn around to give him a 360 view of you. “Wow, you look amazing.”

“Thank you.” You said feeling very uncomfortable. Like you were a tiny little organism under a microscope, and Michael was looking down at you through that microscope.

“That’s enough, Michael. You know the rules.” Sebastian stepped to your side, almost as if he was about to defend you and start punching Michael. “You can’t date anyone that works for us, especially my assistant.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Sebastian. We’ll keep it away from your ears. I know how well you like to spy on your employees.”

“Michael,” The blonde girl that was with Sebastian a few moments ago, Diana, stepped in and tried to pull Michael back. “Calm down, don’t make a scene.”

Michael and Diana took a step back and walked away. Sebastian winced and relaxed his body from its previous stiff posture.

“Are you okay?” You asked as he braced himself on the bar stool.

“I am, thanks for asking.” He took a deep breath. “She’s a-

"You don’t have to explain to me. I’m going to check in on Rachel, she’s a little tipsy.” You touched his shoulder. “Ignore him and enjoy the party. It is yours after all.”“I’ll try. Just promise me you’ll come back. I want to introduce you to some people.” He said. You nodded and excused yourself before checking in on Rachel who at this point was too drunk to function.

“Rachel,” You shook her shoulder. Her head was placed down on the table. You ordered her a glass of water with lime.

“Ooh, vodka.” She took a sip.

“It’s not- ok, fine drink it down.”

The party ended later, Rachel managed to get back to her senses. Well.. almost all of them. You kept your promise to Sebastian where he introduced you to almost everyone working for him. You met a couple of accountants, salespersons, important clients and his best friend, Brendon. Brendon reminded you a lot of Sebastian which explains why they were best friends. He cracked a couple of jokes to the birthday boy and Sebastian scrunched his nose and laughed.

At that moment, your heart warmed up. It wasn’t the way he was sexily dressed or the way you were. But in that moment he was happy and smiling to the whole world. He forgot about Michael and that one Diana chick that rubbed off on you the wrong way the moment she entered the room.

You danced a couple of songs, of course in a group. If you were both caught dancing alone together there were clearly going to be some rumors circling around the office. Sebastian didn’t want that to get out of hand. He broke a couple of dance moves and by the end of the night, you felt like you got to know Sebastian a lot more.

By the time most of the guests had left you said your goodbyes to everyone, not forgetting about the birthday boy. Wanting to put off the act that you were not living together at the same apartment at the upper east side where You took his bed and he took the couch and you walked in on him last night- well. You know how it goes.

“Are you taking Rachel home?” He asked as you walked away from the group. “Yeah, we’re just gonna catch a cab.”

“Let me take you guys. My car is parked outside.” He pulled out his car keys.

“Oh, boss. You don’t have to.” You smiled. Sebastian smiled back.

“No, I insist.” He said.

You both took tipsy Rachel back to her place and promised her roommate that you would check in on her tomorrow morning to help with the clear hangover she would be having tomorrow.

Sebastian and you drove back home in silence. It was the kind of peaceful silence you wouldn’t want to break, it was comfortable. You went up to the apartment, turned the lights on and took his jacket off of your shoulders. Which smelled of him, the cologne he used and left a lingering scent on your skin. You could tell he wanted to say something but at that moment, you didn’t feel like talking.

You turned around and grabbed the side of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He gave out a small moan before pulling back. “You’re drunk.”

“Sebastian, I didn’t have a single sip of alcohol tonight.” You pulled him in for a kiss again and tugged on his tie.

“Wait,” He pulled back, panting for breath. “Is this you answering my question?”

“Yes and,” You bit your lip and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I know what you did last night. I came back just in time to hear you screaming my name.” You admitted. You could feel Sebastian’s face begin to burn against your cheek. “I’d be lying if I didn’t think it was hot. Actually, I had a little fantasy of my own in my dream last night-”

His hands grabbed the under part of your thighs and lifted you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He growled and attacked your neck with kisses as he pressed you against the nearest dining room wall.

“You have no idea how hard it was to control myself in front of all the guests when you looked like this. Just for me.” He said in between kisses. You lifted your head slightly higher to give him better access to your neck. “But what made you change your mind about us?”

“You’ve been treating me well and come on, what’s a sugar baby without her daddy, am I right?” You shrugged. Sebastian pulled back from you and scanned your face.

“Oh my god.” He said incredulously, before attacking your lips again.

He pulled you away from the wall and began to carry you to the bedroom where he gently placed you down on the bed. He pulled his tie off in a swift movement, began to unbutton his shirt. You sat up at the edge of the bed and came at eye level with his belt. Your hands reached forward as You began to unbuckle it.

Sebastian was left with just one single undergarment. “Oh fuck.” You looked at his huge bulge and then at his back reflection in the mirror behind him. "Shit, you got a nice ass.”

“And you got a sailor’s mouth.” He grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it over your body. The look on his face was definitely one you will never forget. Thank god for Victoria’s Secret.

“Just one last thing.” You smiled and bent your leg over the bed to begin to unstrap your heels when his hand wrapped around your ankle.

“Leave the heels.” He commanded. Instantly, you brought your leg back down to the floor. “Lie back down.”

You nodded and did what was told, you were left to face the ceiling and your mind began to wander. Did I really just do that? Is this not another one of those fantasy dreams I am having? Maybe I am really in bed, trying to fall asleep and Sebastian is in the other room getting ready for sleep. Maybe-

Your hands grabbed a fist full of the bed sheets as your back slightly arched up. You had not noticed your core was fully exposed to the man kneeling down at the end of the bed. You suddenly felt this great sensation of a tongue lapping-

Your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to bite back the moans filling in your throat. You swallowed hard and lifted your head up to see him in between your legs, his eyes instantly locking with yours as he continued to please you.

“You’re delicious.” He mumbled against you. The vibrations his mouth gave you as he moaned against you. You wanted him and you wanted him now.

He pressed in a finger and then two as his mouth began to work your folds, moving at a faster pace each time. At this point, you couldn’t hold in any noises right now.

“You taste just as sweet as I imagined,” His dirty talk filled the room as you struggled harder not to rip the bed sheets to shreds. His fingers kept hitting the right spot inside of you and you were just coming close to the edge.

“Fuck- Sebastian I’m gonna-” You instantly grabbed the back of his head and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Come for me, baby.” He whispered and with those four words You fell apart. His mouth continued to work at you as you came down from your bliss. You half sat up, still panting, to check up on him. You looked over at him to see him pull off his briefs. You immediately did the same with your bra and we were left naked, admiring each other.

He crawled over to you where he positioned himself in between your legs. He pressed his tip against you.

“Are you sure about this?” Sebastian asked.

“Very sure.” You answered.

Without breaking eye contact, he entered you inch by inch. You whimpered as he began to move inside you, setting a rhythm with his hips. It wasn’t long until you were screaming his name.

“Sebastian-Oh fuck.” You began to claw at his back. Sebastian gave you a gentle smile as he looked down at you.

“You like that don’t you.” It sounded more like a statement than a question.

“Y-Yes. Fuck.”

“There we go.” He chuckled lightly as he found your sweet spot. “You’re so tight for me, princess.” He picked up the pace, hitting the same spot over and over again.

At that point, you were sure he was going to break the bed. In fact, you wanted him to break it.

You felt yourself nearing the edge again and you tightened your legs around his waist and rolled over so that you were on top.

“My turn,” You said. You began to roll your hips up and down his body as he reached for your breasts his fingers rolling your nipples. He sat up and circled his tongue around your right one.

You sensed Sebastian near his climax and you rolled your hips one last time before sliding up and down his shaft. His hips bucked up just as yours came down and your lips met again. Breathless, you reached our climax almost at the same time.

You fell against Sebastian’s chest as he pumped the rest of himself into you. He fell back onto the white fluffy pillows and held you in his arms. You waited to catch your breath before you got off him.

You both lay together on the bed not bothering to look at each other. The room stayed silent and the nerves kicked in. Wasn’t he supposed to say something right now?

A pinch of guilt began to flood your mind. That was until you felt a hand interlace with yours.

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