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THE BOARDROOM (PART FOUR)

This chapter probably works better having read the previous ones.

ENGLISH AND ITALIAN TAILORING

I had been spending the winter taking some time away from The Boardroom gatherings. Some of it was giving Ethan his space and not trying to claim The Boardroom as my space, even if it kind of was. I knew my ex would flourish there, and at that point he needed it more than I did.

Besides, I was doing a lot of travel and work had been crazy busy. I had made sure to prioritize my gym and exercise time, as well as my diet. After that I didn't have a lot of energy for anything else.

I enjoyed a lot of masturbation time, for sure. I experimented with watching non-suit porn. I got off to a lot of it, but generally enjoyed going back to the tried and true suit scenes.

The Boardroom had a series of gatherings that didn't do it for me. Power Suit Night. Vests Night. Sheer Socks Night. Fashion Week. I declined at each RSVP and gave other guys a spot.

I even missed the semi-annual Executive Board Meeting, since I was out of town for work. But I was pleased to hear from Ethan that he'd been promoted to Junior Executive. His new suits and regular attendance in my absence had paid off.

Now I realized I was due to host. And maybe it was the increasingly spring weather, but my libido was bouncing back like crazy. A Boardroom party sounded like just the thing. And I had my English-tailored pinstripe suit waiting to make its debut.

I sent out the email:

"Hello Gentlemen of the Boardroom - Next meeting is devoted to English and Italian tailoring. Priority to the men with the real deal. Soft shoulder or English draping. Slim silhouette or waist suppression. RSVP English or Italian wear. Waitlist of others who appreciate European tailoring. Men not in English or Italian clothing can wear only accessories at the Boardroom this time."

"That's genius, Bill," Ken wrote, with his RSVP for Italian.

Marty had an Italian sport coat and trousers, which was good for me.

Kevin was the only other exec to RSVP, but didn't have an outfit.

But the Junior Execs and New Hires came through. Darren said he'd wear an English suit. I wasn't surprised to hear he was the only other regular with one but as it happened, an Interviewee was visiting from England and expressed interest.

John was a Junior Exec I'd not seen too much lately. After his promotion, he'd started dating someone exclusively. I guessed that was now a thing of the past, since he responded that he had an Italian suit he'd love to wear. One the Newer Hires, another Mike - Mike 2 - chimed in that he had just come back from a destination wedding in Italy and had something appropriate.

I didn't want Kevin to be the only one in just accessories, so I admitted another non-suit wearing guy, a New Hire, Rick.

Since it had been a while since I hosted, I splurged on a nice suite at the Four Seasons Downtown. I normally channeled my spare money into attire, not hotel rooms, but I figured I had saved money by not going on dates the last half a year.

I showed up early and got everything ready. Setting out lube, towels and spare tissues, along with some glasses of water to help with clean up.

Mike - Mike 2 as we called him since he's joined since Doctor Mike - was the first to show up. I didn't really know him, but he was good looking, kind of a regular 30yo gay guy, fit in that New York way. But his suit made him look killer. Nice rounded shoulders, tan color that showed off his brown hair and blue eyes.

"God, fuck, that's a nice suit, Bill," he said as he walked into the suite. I stepped back and let him get a look. Yeah, I was proud of this one. It was British tailoring, definitely, but I'd chosen a fabric and silhouette that wouldn't look too out of place in New York. I'd paired it with a pink shirt with a spread collar, a windsor knot on my repp tie, and for shoes I went with my Edward Greens.

"Thanks," I said. "You're looking amazing... nice introduction, I'd say."

"Agreed," he smiled. I could tell he was throwing hard in his suit, which I loved. I mean, all of us guys in the Boardroom had the kink, but some men just really embraced the horniness of a good suit. Mike cocked a grin. "We should probably wait for the others to fool around?"

"We don't gotta," I said. And like that, I stepped up and ran my hand along his shoulder, the light-weight wool perfectly molded to his strong delts. His hand went right for my crotch, working up my boner in my trousers.

We kissed. It was a hungry, horny kiss as our hands took in each other's suit.

Just then a knock came. I laughed as I broke up the impetuous make out session with Mike. Marty was there, with beefy Mark. Marty's sport coat was great, but maybe paled in comparison to Mike's full-on suit. Mark was in casual clothes, but as he came in, he began removing everything but a pair of socks and sock suspenders. On his meaty build, the look was pretty damn hot, especially because his cock filled out to full staff showing off for us.

Darren arrived next. He had more that English country gentleman look, the brown-green plaid looking incredible with his tall lean frame and chocolate-brown skin. Marty was already pawing at the coat and trousers. He and Darren always had some chemistry, and the English attire was drawing the man like a moth to a flame.

Over in one corner of the suite, nearly-naked, beefy Mark was on his knees, sucking Mike in full suited attire.

I enjoyed watching, squeezing my crotch, then I decided to join the action, stepping up to Mike and smiling at the cute guy. "He's good, huh?" I asked.

Mike nodded. "Why don't you pull your dick out and see for yourself." OK, Mike 2 had a domish edge that surprised me.

I grinned, reaching down to do just that. "Oh I've had his mouth," I said. I wagged my hard cock in Mark's direction and nudged it against his cheek. The guy got the picture.

"It's been a while, Bill," he said, looking up from my dick and up to my face.

"Yep," I replied. "Why don't you show me what I've been missing."

"Fuck yeah," he hissed. Mark loved sucking dick. The more the better, in his book. I grunted as I felt that talented mouth descend on my pole. It had been way too long since I'd come to Boardroom night.

Mike laughed as he watched my reaction. I looked at him and I felt that magnetic charge again. We kissed and I felt his hand run along my lapel. I was getting way too into this, but thankfully Mark pulled off and started blowing Mike. I pulled back from the kiss and looked over at the other guys.

Kevin was here now, and was on all fours on one of the beds next to Marty. Both men had their trousers pulled down and were making out while Darren went back and forth, slowly fucking in full country-estate wear.

And I noticed that Rick had arrived. I gathered he was a finance guy, from his demeanor and previous attire. But he didn't have on any clothing now, not really, given my accessories-only stipulation. And damn, the dude had a body that wouldn't quit. Ripped and toned, not huge but densely muscular build for his 5'10" body. It was an Ethan-caliber body, and the realization made me shiver a bit. Before Ethan, my taste had run fit-normal. My ex Kevin.... my Boardroom crush Pete. Regular NYC guys, my age.

Maybe it was silly to go for perfect, but it was fun to watch as Rick strutted over in just his over-the-calf socks, English-made tan oxfords, a tie tied around his neck and an expensive Swiss watch on his wrist. The only thing keeping him from being porn-star material was a smaller than average dick, which was still pretty damn appealing in its rock-hard spike as he walked over.

"Hey," he greeted, giving me a nod, but his attention more on Mike 2.

"Hey Rick," Mike grinned. They'd clearly met before. And maybe more.

They kissed.

"Nice suit, bro," Rick hissed, now running his hand along Mike's front. It was fun to watch the spark of sexual chemistry between these two late-20s guys, but yeah, I was gonna get left out.

Mark had even started sucking Rick's bone, taking advantage of the smaller size to really go to town on it. Meanwhile, Mike and Rick made out taking some breaks so Mike could watch his Boardroom buddy admire his new suit.

I should have just left them but it was hot to watch. So I stroked and stood near. Mark had gone back to Mike's bigger cock. It was hot to see him kneeling in his socks and sock suspenders, the hairness of his legs a contrast to the sheer sock fabric. Rick arched his back and I could then see that Mike had his hand wedged back into his ass, fingering and playing around with Rick's hole.

"I wanna use that ass, man," Mike grunted.

Rick nodded and like that, Mike was pushing Mark off his dick. The two didn't even acknowledge me and Mark as they made their way over to the spare bed.

"Sorry, Bill, looks like you're stuck with me," Mark said as he stood up. His dick was hard and leaking. Even if I wasn't a huge socks fetishist, I had to admit the sock garters looked great on his beefier build. Kind of that feminine/masculine contrast.

I flashed him a smile. "A-OK with me," I replied politely. "It's been a while since we connected here."

He nodded, stepping up. We didn't kiss. Partly because that wasn't Mark's MO - he was all about cock - but partly because we didn't have that natural chemistry. Still, his hands were on my suit coat.

"You have a really incredible suit," he said. "It really should be getting more attention."

He was right. About the suit, maybe, but in particular about what I was feeling wistful about. Maybe I was becoming one of the respected founding executives. A man with a great suit but not so imminently fuckable, you know?

"Wanna give it some attention?" I smirked.

I let Mark feel me up, and I got off on his near naked body in contrast to my suited one. It was fun, seeing him sensually touch the fabric and massage my body beneath it. But eventually his goal was clearly.

"OK if I suck you?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, that'd be hot."

This was more transactional. I had a big dick and Mark loved to suck. This is what a sex party often was, if you stripped away the suit fetish. Two men just getting their rocks off.

And Mark was a good cocksucker. Not too fast but he knew how to work me up to a good cum before long. I held onto his head, not roughly but as a sign I was about to blast. The man moaned around my cock, telling me to let it rip. I did, blasting several hot rounds down his throat.

He milked me and worked the dribbles slowly before giving my dick a parting kiss. "I love sucking off a man in a suit," he said, taking one last look before getting up. "OK if I go find another?" he asked.

"Have at it," I grinned, taking a seat to have a break. I knew I wouldn't have another in me, but I'd enjoy seeing the guys pair up in suits. Besides, since I was hosting, I couldn't really leave.

It didn't take Mark long to find another dick to suck. Darren had gone, and Marty was getting slowly fucked by newcomer John, in a navy Italian suit. But Kevin was alone, like me watching the action while he stood in an Italian sport coat and tie, naked from the waist down. Mark got right into to place and started sucking while Kevin watched the other guys.

I looked over at the other bed. Mike 2 had clearly gotten off inside Rick and the two were on the bed, making out as a third guy in a full navy suit was now on top of Rick, working his way inside the hunk. I take it was the English guy, the Interviewee.

I watched them fuck. It was an amazing sight. The English lad had his trousers pulled down mid-thigh so I could see some of his dimpled ass flex as he thrust into the hot finance bro beneath him.

Mike 2 lay beside them, his dick now retreated back into his crotch but his eyes still showing excitement as he ran his hands up and down the English guy's coat. I don't know that his suit was overly high-quality but the English tailoring was novel, and the wool fit his form like a glove.

I turned over to see Kevin's eyes on the live sex show. These Boardroom meeting were 50 percent clothing fetish and 50 percent old fashioned sex party. Well, maybe it started out as 80/20, but increasingly it felt there was a moment like this, where some pairing would become the center of attention.

Kevin's brown eyes met mine in recognition. He was my ex from my early 30s, and to this day we had a kind of telepathy. He was thinking the same thing as me, and he was getting turned on. I watched the guy as he humped into Beefy Mark's mouth and started cumming.

It was a great spectacle to watch. I didn't really have the hots for Kevin these days, but his love of suited sex still could get me going.

The only bad thing was I missed the English guy's orgasm. He was sliding off the bed and hiking up his trousers while he fetched a spare cloth to clean off his hard uncut prick still jutting up from a creamy white midsection.

"Heya," he greeted as he walked over to me, tucking in and buckling back up.

"Hi," I said. "You must be Gavin."

"Indeed I am," he said. He reminded me of English Ben who I met at a Boardroom party and whom I reconnected with on my last trip to London. "Great party."

"Thanks," I said. "Great to have newcomers. You visiting New York?"

Maybe because we'd both gotten off, it felt fine to be chatty. The guy picked up a water bottle for a swig. "Yah, here on work, but added a couple days for holiday."

"Glad you could come," I said. "You were fun to watch." OK, maybe I was being flirty, and maybe I had a weakness for the accent.

"Thanks." He grinned and took another sip. I could tell he was flattered but that I wasn't his type. "I'm going to get going. But OK if I reach out again, next time I'm in town?"

"Absolutely," I said. And I watched Gavin leave the suite.

In fact, the guys pretty much were filing out pretty quickly. I didn't expect anyone to stay over, but as Rick and Mike 2 left together, with a clear chemistry between them, I kind of wished I wasn't going to spend the night in this hotel suite alone.

SUSPENDERS NIGHT

"Sorry I didn't make the party, Bill," Ethan said in our Monday workout. I was up to two sessions with him a week. No more comped ones - I paid him the full fee, though I gathered he socked some of that away in a special savings account dedicated to his clothing habit. It was wild to see a guy like him, young and athletic, embrace the suit fetish lifestyle. I sometimes wonder if that was New York, the way it nurtured a subculture like ours. Elsewhere Ethan certainly would have gotten off on suited men but maybe it wouldn't have developed for him like it did.

I set down the dumbbells he had me lifting. I gave him a friendly but direct look. "It's working out best that we keep to separate parties I suppose."

He nodded in agreement, then added. "I know. It's just, I guess that's the first Boardroom meeting you've hosted since I've joined. I feel bad for not going."

I felt a twinge of something. Regret, guilt, sadness, all rolled into one. But I tried to keep a poker face. "Like I say, Ethan, it's OK. For real."

He seemed to be trying on his poker face too. "I didn't have any English or Italian suit to wear anyway."

I grinned and Ethan knew why. That meant he'd have been mostly naked. That was kind of our thing when we were an item, and fortunately he laughed.

"Yeah you wouldn't have minded that," he said. I don't know, somehow the flirting helped break the tensions some. He set me up on the cable machine for the next set and said quietly, "I have been saving up for some proper English shoes."

"Yeah?" I asked. Ethan was a big foot/shoe guy, so it wasn't a surprise.

He nodded. "I know you'd advise against it, Bill, you know focus my money elsewhere, but it's what's gonna make me happy."

"You should go for it, Ethan. Splurge on those bad boys." I did my set, which was harder than I expected. In his own laid back way, Ethan was really pushing me today. I stepped back after and continued my thought. "You know I don't have to approve of your purchases... I mean, I hope you don't think I'm controlling."

He shrugged. "Not controlling. More, I just... well, you were kind of a mentor to me, and you still are... I don't want to think I don't respect your advice."

"My advice is to enjoy the hell out of your new shoes."

Ethan laughed. "I don't have 'em yet, Bill."

"Is this a way of saying your going to raise your rate on me?" I teased.

His eyes twinkled. God he was a cute fucker. "Nah.... but if you ever feel like squeezing an extra session in...."

"Let's do it," I said.

That surprised Ethan. "I was just kidding, Bill. I didn't mean..."

"I know. But it'll be good. Ethan's shoe fund. And an extra installment on my beach bod plan."

"If you're sure," he said.

"As long as you can work around my schedule," I said. Work had been pretty hectic lately.

"I will," he said. His whole posture was more confident now. I think it was the excitement of getting his shoes, but something else.

He put me through the paces for a few more sets and as we were wrapping up, he pulled out his phone to schedule my third session for the week.

"You sure, Bill?" he asked.

"Sure I'm sure."

He smiled and we figured out a good time. Then, as I was about to head to the locker room to change, Ethan asked in a low voice. "You going to suspenders night?"

This was George's turn at hosting and he'd put out a call for suspenders/braces. The great thing about the idea was how open it was to different clothing styles.

"I was thinking about it," I said. "But if you're going..." I hadn't explicitly made an agreement with Ethan to avoid the meetups he went to, but it was clear that I did.

"I want to," he said. "But you don't have to say no on my account. I think we've been pretty mature about stuff."

We had. Ethan especially. I was the one who'd called things off, and he seemed to get back on his game just fine. I gathered that he might not be dating anyone serious but he was getting back into the dating scene. Good for him.

"I guess, so," I said.

***

It had been too long since I fucked Pete. But when he showed up at the Boardroom Meeting and we made eye contact, we just knew the chemistry was still there. We played with some of the other guys - Mike 1, the young doctor, who was in his trad element, and Rob, who was in a really fucking nice suit - subtle pinstripe, bengal stripe shirt, and solid gaberdine tie. Unlike me the guys had showier suspenders - Rob's beneath his suit coat, Mike and Pete showing off their suspenders in shirt sleeves. Pete had white cuffs on an oxford stripe shirt, which was a nice vintage touch. His body was pretty fantastic in it too.

He had some group kissing and stroking and BJ swapping before Pete and I took the arrival of George to pull away from the guys to take to the bed.

Ethan was on the other bed, in just his dress shirt and tie, as Tom Stephenson lie on top of him, fully clothed and kissing and thrusting into my ex. That somehow ignited my jealousy, but I pushed that thought right back down. I was going to be the grown up.

Besides Pete was way hot. He was pulling off his suspenders and undoing his trousers. Turning around he shucked his pants and got into doggy position. I was very grateful at that moment that Pete's husband let him come into the city to play on occasion. And a little mad at myself for the idea I'd love to steal the guy away.

I got in place and started munching Pete's hole. Nice and clean, it seemed to suck my tongue in. It had been too long for him, too, I knew. I took my time, taking a pause now and then to admire his ass and to lube my dick up. But pretty soon, my cock ached to fuck. I crawled up onto Pete's body, feeling the heat between his shirt and mine as I pushed my dick into place.

"Please Bill," he hissed, at a volume only I could hear.

His hole was perfectly tight as I entered him. But the excitement was all of Pete. His perfectly meaty bod, his handsomeness, his clothes. How much he wanted me. Maybe I was going too hard and too fast but Pete bucked against me a couple of times to give me the green light. I took it. My humping got harder and faster as I kissed along his neck, smelling his cologne and feeling his shirt color against my cheek.

I was getting hot, too hot in my suit, but that also fed my lust. I shot, hard.

"Yes," Pete sighed, now pulling at his dick while I did my best to keep pushing in and other. Not as fast or urgent, but the slow stroke was probably better for his pleasure.

I felt the man get his orgasm beneath me, and I gave him another, final kiss of appreciation to the neck.

We uncoupled and enjoyed embracing and making out in our clothing. I was aware other guys were having fun around us, and a part of me wanted to show Ethan I could have some fun too.

Finally, Pete pulled back and gave a wistful smile. "I gotta get going." By now, some were leaving the party, and I'd lost track of time.

"Yeah," I said. I was hard again now, and my cock was sticking out. I wasn't usually good for getting off twice at one of these gatherings, but it had been a few days since I'd cum, and being with Pete had me amped up.

Pete reached down and grabbed my hardon, stroking it and admiring how it jutted out of my suit trousers. "Want me to take care of this before I go?"

I did, but I also wanted some more time to recharge. "Nah," I said. I leaned in and placed my mouth at his ear. "But fucking you was perfect," I whispered. "I missed being in you."

I felt his body shiver, and I felt bad. I was pushing the envelope and maybe enjoying doing that too much.

He pulled away. His own dick was firm and he did the work of tucking it in as he sat up in bed. He gave me a once over as he shook his head. "Great seeing you, Bill," he said.

I tried to apologize non verbally, patting his shirt-clad back. "I'll let you go," I said softly.

"Another kiss?" he asked.

I met him for just that.

When he finally left I was rock hard. George and one of the New Hires, Matt, were making out on the bed, caught up in their own connection. I thought of joining them, but didn't want to impose or be the third wheel.

Just then, I saw Ethan walk out of the bathroom, face flushed. He'd put his suit back on, suspenders and all, and retied his tie. He had a sheepish, shy look on his face, until he saw my boner jutting out and then he broke into a grin.

I couldn't help but laugh in response. We'd been trying to compartmentalize things, but here we were now, face to face, the sexual activity of the evening apparent.

Ethan's brown eyes met mine, searching for permission. I'm not sure if I gave it to him, or he was going to wait for it. He took a couple of steps forward and then crouched in front of me. My dick twitched as he did and Ethan took in the sight with a smile. I thought he was going to suck me right then and there but instead he scooted back and leaned down further. Kissing one shoe, then the other. I'd warn some brogued cordovan Aldens and Ethen sucked in the smell of the leather before licking.

"Fuck," he hissed, as he used his tie to wipe off the spit. I could sense how turned on he was to be able to indulge his shoe fetish. To my knowledge none of the Board members, at least the regulars, were into that. Ethan knew I wouldn't mind him having some shoe play, and would even get off on his horniness.

"Jesus, guys, you're getting kinky," I heard George say.

He and Matt were now lying back in bed, their clothes dishelved and their bodies clearly ih post-coital relaxation.

I saw Ethan flinch and blush. I gave him a soft pat on the shoulder and looked back up at the other guys. "It's something I've wanted to try," I lied.

George nodded. "Well, Matt here's big into wristwatches. Can't keep his eyes off this baby," he said, holding up his arm, sporting an expensive watch.

Matt blushed some, and I felt bad, like this should be the place where guys could just enjoy their kinks. I gave a reassuring smile. "I bet you'd like a wristwatch theme night, huh?" I asked Matt.

"Fuck yeah," he grinned. The guy was younger, maybe a few years older than Ethan, and cute. Professional gay guy who get to let loose some at these events.

My hardon had flagged by that point and Ethan had stood up. The spell was broken. "I'll probably get going," I announced as I tucked in and zipped up. I did my best to make myself presentable. I turned to Ethan. "You staying?"

It was a question laden with a lot of possibilities and I could Ethan trying to read me with his eyes. I reached behind him and tapped his suited ass. A quick gesture, but he knew I was up for fooling around.

Without missing a beat he turned to the other guys. "I think I'll head out too. It was a great Meeting, George," he said. "One of the best."

George grinned. He placed his arm around Matt. George was always after new meat and had a preference for younger guys. I had the feeling the two were going to enjoy the night together.

"Seriously, Matt," I said as I picked up my phone and slid it into my suit pocket. "We'll think about the watch idea. We haven't done that before." The guy gave a smile.

We bid good night, and Ethan and I walked silently to the elevators, smiles on our faces as we fed off our lust.

"What are we doing, Boss?" he asked. I could tell he was afraid to pose the question, but someone had to think with his head and not his dick.

The door opened and we got in. There were other people in, so Ethan and I rode down in baited breath, silent.

We were out on the street before I spoke. "If it's just fun, I'll deal with that," I said. "But I want to be your boyfriend, Ethan. For real."

That caught him off guard. "What about just now? With Pete?" he asked softly. I could tell he was as jealous to see me with Pete as I was with Tom. Maybe more.

"I don't know what to say," I said. "I mean, it was the Boardroom."

He shrugged. "You guys have a thing. Everyone knows it, Bill."

I thought about it. Thought about why I felt a connection to Ethan so soon after having sex with Pete. "It's only because Pete and I never actually dated. But say the word I won't so much as lay a hand on him."

I saw a smile form on Ethan's lips as he looked over at me. "You're serious, aren't you?"

I nodded, feeling vulnerable because I was overcome by how suddenly my revelation had hit me. I knew I'd suppressed a lot of my feelings for Ethan. "I was an asshole before. But I miss you Ethan."

His face got a real emotional seriousness. "Can I kiss you, Boss?"

I nodded. And right there in the middle of the sidewalk we kiss. Softly, just a little tongue.

"Damn," I said.

"Yeah," Ethan sighed. He ran his fingers along my lapel. I knew we'd go home and have some amazing suit sex, and that made the emotional part of this even more powerful. "You know, when you stood up for me earlier... for the shoe thing... that was kind of great."

I winked. "I like how you show me new things, stud." I patted his shoulder. "You wanna head to my place and have some shoe play?"

He shook his head. "How bout my place, Bill? You never come over there."

There was a reason for that. Ethan lived in a tiny walk up apartment. But it was time for me to give as well as take. "All right," I said.

***

Ethan's place was tidy but pretty fucking small. But there was no place I'd rather be at that moment. He lay on the floor on a yoga-workout mat, in his Brooks Brothers charcoal suit and striped shirt, paisley pocket square and wool tie, his hard dick sticking out of his crotch. I slowly, teasingly ran my shoe along his boner as he looked up at me hungrily.

"God, Bill," he hissed.

My own dick was out of my suit pants again, sticking out straight, but I wasn't doing anything with it. I was enjoying giving Ethan his jollies.

"You like that leather," I said. Half question, half comment.

"God yes," he said. "You think I'm messed up?" he half asked in return.

I shook my head. "Stud, if my shoes are what keeps you interested in me, that works for me."

He grunted as he watched me bend down to unlace my Aldens. "It's not like that," he objected.

I grinned and winked as I slid my shoe off. "If it is, that's OK, Ethan," I said. Then I knelt down, still fully in my suit and slid that cordovan Alden oxford over Ethan's erection.

"Shit," he gasped as his dick made contact with the interior leather.

I leaned in and kissed him, briefly. "This comfortable?" I asked as I slid it up and down.

He nodded. This was turning him on, a lot. "I'm gonna cum if you keep doing this," he said in a clipped voice.

"Do it," I instructed him.

Ethan's eyes grew wider as he met mine in silent sexual communication and his face grew redder. He was a cute and very hunky young man, and I was lucky I even had a chance with him. I was lucky that he was crushed out on me. And he only grew more handsome when he had his orgasm.

"UUUNNNMMMHFF!" he growled in release. Then falling back into a relaxed position, he broke into a smile. "Damn, that was incredible," he finally said.

I pulled off my shoe, trying not to overstimulate his prick. Normally, the first thing I'd be doing is cleaning it, but I not held it up and looked inside. Ethan had cum a lot and I could see his pearly seed drip down from the toe to the padded heel area. I shocked Ethan and shocked myself by bringing it closer, up to my face, and sticking my tongue in to taste his fresh seed.

"Fuck, Boss," he gasped. "No way am I going soft now," he said with a laugh.

I handed him my shoe. "Think this puppy will keep you turned on enough to let me fuck you?"

Ethan was younger than me and had more of a sexual stamina. But this was purely Ethan in overheated mode. He'd never had a man indulge his foot fetish like I was doing now. I watched as he excitedly reached down to undo his suspenders. I helped him take off his Allen Edmonds, plainer brown cap toes, then pull off his dark gray trousers. His dick was angry red and overstimulated but still hard.

"On the bed?" I asked. There was something fun and naughty about having sex on his bedroom floor, but I knew a mattress would be more comfortable than that thin mat.

We got up on the bed, and I met him for a kiss, deeper this time. I wasn't going to rush this, but I knew I had to be back inside Ethan, that evening. I'd be fucking on Tom Stephenson's sperm and god knows if anyone else's, but we could deal with that.

As Ethan wrapped his legs around my waist and I ran my cock around his hole, feeling the still slick traces of lube in his crack, I looked into his eyes.

"We'll figure out the Boardroom stuff, if you still wanna go," I said, a quiver in my voice. "But let me know what you need from me, Ethan."

He nodded, excited. "You, too, Bill." I could see in his face and hear in his voice the man's desire to be wanted. I hadn't given Ethan that before.

I pushed into him. His hole was relaxed and wet. And even if I was jealous of Tom Stephenson, I was glad for the extra lubrication. Ethan's hole felt nice and wet and snug against my thrusting prick, and the man was primed to take the urgency of my fuck.

I humped away, and Ethan looked up into my eyes and felt up my suit coat and tie. From the evening, I was sweating into my clothes and it would all need a good dry clean. It would be worth it.

"Faster, Boss," he urged. This wasn't about him, but rather his desire to see me get off.

I nodded to him, wordlessly communicating that I was close.

I had both hands on the bed, but I pulled one up to start feeling up Ethan's tie. He looked really fucking perfect in a repp tie. Clean-cut, masculine, like an athlete at an awards banquet or a small-town businessman.

I choked back my grunts but Ethan knew I was cumming hard. I powered my hips in and locked in place as I seeded him up. His words of encouragement as strong as the hands feeling up my suit.

I finally pulled out and let his legs to the side as I eased down on his suited body. We were maybe messed up that we needed to play dress up to have sex, but we were messed up together. This felt right.

I could even feel the guy's heart beat between our layers of clothing as his strong grip held me close.

"You're staying over the night, Bill," he said.

It was a bossy tone I'd only heard from him in the gym before.

"Yeah," I said. I pulled up and looked at him. His face was flush and his hair was a little mussed. "You ever slept in your suit?"

He seemed amused by the idea. "No. Have you?"

I shook my head no. "Might be fun, though... But maybe we can start with just shirt and tie."

Ethan was still hard, but after getting off a couple of times that evening he didn't seem eager to get off again. I watched him take off his coat and drop the undone suspenders. I slowly removed my suit, suspenders and trousers.

"Is this gonna mess up our ties?" he asked.

"Maybe," I said. "But at the worst we'll each have a play tie to add to the collection."

I let Ethan wash up first. "There's a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet," he offered when I stepped in. And once I was done in the bathroom, he had a glass of water to offer me.

"You sleepy?" he asked as we slid under the covers together, in our dress shirts and ties. I could feel his naked legs slip against mine and his genitals press against my crotch. This felt nice.

"Not really," I said. "Wanna stay up and talk?"

So that's what we did. We talked about dating and how it could work this time. What would need to be different, but what we missed about before.

"I don't want that easygoing part to go away, Bill," Ethan said. "Maybe things were too easygoing, but I like how you were my friend first."

"I still am," I assured him. "And you client," I winked. "You do good work."

He laughed. "Thanks. You needed to be whipped into shape," he quipped. It was bossy Ethan, and I knew it was a joke, but I still had to speak to the elephant in the room.

"Listen, I know you could find a guy with a much better body than mine."

He didn't miss a beat. "I want a body that looks great in a suit, Boss."

He didn't give me a chance to reply, he just leaned in for a kiss. I returned it and like that we were making out. It was about 1AM and I knew I didn't want this night to end. I felt Ethan's cock grow firm again against me and I loved the contrast between his hard nakeness and his clothed torso. Our shirts were now damp and our bodies warm.

Unbelievably, my own cock responded by firming up again.

"You wanting to get off?" I asked, running my hands over the bulging biceps in his shirt sleeves.

He thought for a second and shook his head. "Let's save it till morning, Bill."

"Sounds good," I said.

We kissed a little more and then got truly sleepy. As Ethan turned out the light, I realized I hadn't felt this giddy and excited in a long while.

#drakestories

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aachria · 1 month

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I am so unbelievably nervous for this chapter pooks you dont even know it andthe title sure doesn't sound very promising at all

Writing as im reading once again but I noticed how long my chapter commentary has been gwtting so I'll tryyyy to Tone It Down but i make no promises. The length of my commentary is only dictated by how absolutely crazy you decide to make this chapter.

Ace and Sabo giving ed a shovel talk is everything ive wanted since the marriage i beg you to let ace live long enough to get mad at ed for not telling him pretty please 😭🙏

Oooh the gift for Sabo i was gonna send an ask abt it since ive been rereading the fic this weekend but i figured you wouldn't forget it

LUFFY AND SABO INTERACT8ONS 😤🦅😭😤🦅😭😤😭🦅😤😭🦅😭😤😭🦅😭🦅😭🦅🙏🙏🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Im very much unready to read the strawhats be separated i have cried too many times reading this fic and im certain this will be the worst to date

STOP 😭 ed's jst going on abt keeping the crew safe and i can feel the tears coming

HOLD ON if ed is in fact staying with luffy, thing i should've guessed from last chapter, does that m3an they're meeting boa? Omg. I am suddenly so much more excited for the next set of chapters, thing that i did not think was possible.

Once again i ask myself when the fuck ed learned gymnastics 😭

Not the "i definitely did that on purpose" after they slam into a fucking building like sure you did 🤨 and i definitely believe you 🤨

"Its as straight as you can get" made me crack up

I will be so completely honest with you i have no idea what the fuck is going on like a good 40% of fights but thats jst because i have trouble translating the moves into a movie in my head

"Adam Sandler? What are you doing here? And in a bright yellow pinstripe suit sounding stoned out of his damn mind, too." I had not expected to laugh this much in this chapter i was fr bracing myself to cry. 🧍‍♀️. Now that i think abt it you might just be lowering our guard so that it hits harder 🤨

AND ED'S SAVIOR COMPLEX HITS AGAIN WITH BLAMING THEMSELVES ONCE MORE !!!

so. Luffy and Ed separation. I cant bring myself to be sad this shit was written so well 😭 just "wait for me" and "ill always find you" ugh just throw an "unquestionably" in there and id cry there could be one every chapter and id still cry every single time

Im so fucking excited for ed to meet coin hopefully next chapter 🤭

Amazing chapter as always!! Surprisingly didnt cry!! Thank you!! I cannot fucking wait for the Wednesday chapter

I pulled out the Rio Romeo you KNOW it was gonna be a rough one.

Tfw you're tying to give your baby brother's S/O the shovel talk but you're also stuck in the scaffolding at your own execution and your baby brother's S/O is also your friend who you have cried about your self worth and daddy issues to.

That fucking black book plot bunny has been hopping around FAR TOO LONG, so I had to take it out back and shoot it and by that I mean finally deliver it to it's intended recipient.

Mmmmmmm Boa

Look Ed had gymnastics beamed directly into their head by GOD does that make sense?

When I write combat I do it 70% for the vibes 20% for the quips and humor and 10% for the actual fighting. If you have no idea what is happening you and I are on the same page.

Ed got them self worth issues in them where the dog should be 💪💪💪

God I cannot wait for Coin & Ed content. Love those two.

I am so proud of you for not crying. I cried writing it. That baby was cooked with TEARS.

#sssbmty #one piece #one piece ocs

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call me on the way home (2/2)

otp: tentoo x rose

word count: 5k

summary: After a slight mishap at Torchwood, Rose has gone temporarily missing. While Mia is out, she runs into her mum, but not as she last saw her - instead wearing a blue leather jacket with deep circles beneath her eyes. Worried about her mum's state and trying to comfort her, Mia calls the Doctor so Rose can speak to him.

AO3

It had been three weeks since Rose Tyler’s unexpected tumble through a far-away dream, and now she found herself towing the Earth home.

She had done it.

Her gaze, as it swept over all the many happy faces bobbing in and out of her view, landed not on the pinstriped Doctor, but on the blue Doctor. Catching her gaze, he winked at her and clicked his teeth.

God, it was really him . Her face was going to split open from smiling so hard.

“Thinking about what adventures we’ll have next, Rose Tyler?” He said her name in that way that only he could.

Something once-blurry came suddenly into blinding focus. That picture of her and the Doctor and their daughter. Sharing a life — normal and yet not all at once. The text that said Grandma Jackie. The one adventure he could never have. The one adventure she never let herself fully believe she’d be able to find again.

Her gaze returned to his. Did he know? Did he know what could be waiting for them?

She wanted it so bad she couldn’t breathe . The voice she’d heard on the phone that day….

You are my heart.

Singular.

She grinned at him.

Do you know what I’m trying to tell you?

She wanted to kiss him, snog the living daylights out of him right here in front of everyone until they all went home and left them to their peace.

Of course I do.

The Doctor took a deep breath. “You told me something. Something I don’t take lightly. And I want, need you to know, that… you’re everything to me. You have given me happiness more infinite than I could have ever dreamed of. You are the centre of my universe. You are my heart. I… I care for you more than I can say. Do –” he felt suddenly worried, worried that this opportunity might be lost, that she wouldn’t know, that she was doomed to suffer this next month in the dark, that she had never known until that second time on the beach; not at the Game Station, or Krop Tor, or— “Do you know what I’m trying to say?”

He held his phone tightly in his hand; if he would have looked at his knuckles he would have found them white.

“Yes, Doctor. Of course I do, I do too, I–”

Her voice was suddenly cut off, marked by the sound of a harsh smack .

“Rose? Rose?!”

Some rustling. His heart thundered.

Mia’s voice. “She disappeared, Dad.”

His head was full of static. His thoughts were rushing and all he could hear was the crash of a wave just about to take him under.

Of course I do. I do too, she had said.

He let out a breath, devastated and relieved as realisation struck him like lightning to the head of a pin.

Oh.

She knows.

He blinked furiously.

“Dad?”

He cleared his throat. His beautiful, wonderful, brilliant daughter.

“Thank you for thinking to call, you brilliant, clever girl. Do you want to meet back here, at Torchwood, and then we can both go home?”

“Yeah, that would be good.” She swallowed, somewhat shaken. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Not if I see you first.” He missed Rose. “I love you, Mia.”

He wasn’t mistaken if he thought she sounded a little choked up too.

“I love you, Dad.” The line clicked.

He let the phone fall from his hands and clatter to the table, eyes wet and growing wetter. He scrubbed the palms of his hands into his eyes and then let them rest there, sitting his elbows on the table.

The events of the day flickered behind his eyelids like a thousand different film reels all playing at once.

Finding out this afternoon that Rose had been teleported somewhere and rushing to Torchwood. Watching in frustration as everyone realised that she couldn’t have gone far and leaving him to figure it out. His wife was missing. Hearing her sob on the other end of the phone. Knowing that even though she would be fine, there was nothing he could do now. No possible way on Earth to be with her at this very moment. No matter how his heart ached. No matter how much he couldn’t fight the panic that grew when she was gone. No matter where she was.

“What are you doing in ‘ere all alone?”

Her voice. His head snapped up.

“Rose?”

It really was her. Back from the aether. Beautiful and perfect and not a hair out of place and smiling at him with that fondness she reserved only for him.

“Rose.”

He was in her arms before he’d even realised he’d pushed away from the table, trying to regulate his breathing but finding himself overwhelmed at the feel of her familiar embrace. It’s only been a few hours , he chided himself.

“Doctor, is everything okay?”

He couldn’t help himself from sniffling a little, burying his head further into her shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s just been a long day.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

He nodded into her shoulder and took a deep breath before backing away to meet her gaze. God, but she was beautiful. Her every feature radiated safety, warmth, comfort.

“Today was the day that you jumped here and met Mia before you really properly found me. Before we ended up here together. I just got off the phone with you.”

Her eyes were wide.

“Oh, Doctor, I’m sorry. I… I wish I could have been here, with you.”

He laughed in spite of himself. “Funny, that’s just what I told you.” He couldn’t help it – he gathered her into a hug again, just to feel her so close to him.

“It was so long ago, but that old fear that had followed me around during our time apart that you didn’t know that I – that I loved you, it came crashing back. All I could think was how guilty I felt for leaving you to carry the weight of every universe on your shoulders all alone.” His words were slightly muffled as he spoke them into her jacket.

“But you didn’t leave me,” she reminded him. “You’re right here. And I knew, Doctor. We’ve talked about this. I’ve always known, okay? Always.” She twisted her head so she could kiss just above his ear. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

He laughed again. Being hard on himself was one of his oldest strengths. “For you, I’ll try.” He took in a deep breath, then righted himself once more. “Where did you end up today, anyways?”

“You would not believe – Brixton! Brixton, and I didn’t have my wallet or my phone on me or anything.”

“How’d you get back?”

“I walked – I wasn’t that far away from the Estate Mum and I used to live on, so I made a little detour to see if it had changed in all these years. Wasn’t so far anyway, and less hassle than trying to borrow someone’s phone. Although I would have tried, if I would have realised it was going to be such a traumatic day.”

“Mum!”

Rose whirled around just in time to see Mia rush into the room. In an instant she was in her mother’s arms, properly this time. Her tears flowed freely.

“I’m so glad it’s you, I thought I saw you earlier, and it was you, but you didn’t even know me, and you were so sad, and I didn’t know what to do.”

Rose shifted a little, just enough that she could look her daughter in the eyes. She brought one hand up to cup her face, wiping away the fat tears that rolled down her cheeks.

“But you did so well, Mia. You were so brave. It takes a lot of courage to power through something like that when everything seems so wrong. But you were incredible. Okay?” Mia nodded softly, offering a tentative smile.

Rose’s voice grew softer, lower. “I thought about your face and the conversation I had with your dad every day until I came back. You gave me a light at the end of the tunnel. And I focused on it and fought for it until I found it. You’re the best daughter I could ever have.”

Mia’s face, previously recovering, broke down into tears again.

“I missed you, Mum.”

Rose’s heart broke a little. She brought her daughter close and felt it mend.

“I missed you too, precious girl.”

She felt the Doctor’s arms close around the both of them. Her family. The picture they’d taken last week at her birthday. The memory of the phone call she’d had had faded with time, the fear of future knowledge spoiling her present pushing it away until it really did feel like a dream.

She took a deep breath. She could smell the Doctor’s familiar scent, same as ever. She could feel his singular, human heart beating against his ribs, pressed against her back. She could feel their precious daughter hugging her tight.

I am so lucky being able to talk to you right now, to tell you that it’s all going to be okay. Because it is.

She blew out her deep breath and smiled ear to ear.

Everything was okay.

#ficandchips #timepetals #tentoorose #tentoo #dwfic #otp: if i believe in one thing i believe in her #my fic #fic #doctor who #yayyyy for publishing the second part!! :)#all of the comments on the first part were SO kind. seriously thank you everyone SO much.

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LONDON ADVENTURE

Joseph Quinn & female y/n

Summary: London Adventure is turning into New York Adventure…

Content Warning: fluff, rpf, implied smut

Part 10

The next morning you woke up, Joe sat next you in the bed, shirtless, with his phone in his hands. He clearly had already showered, there were some water drops all over his body, his hair was wet. “Hey.”, you said with a raspy voice. “What time is it?” He hadn´t recognized that you were awake, he almost threw his phone away on the night stand and turned to you. “Morning love.”, he smiled, his eyes were filled with adoration. “It´s almost 5 am.” He cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly. You slowly closed your eyes. Your breathe got a little heavier and you could feel your heartrate get higher, it was like your heart was nearly bursting out of you. Your hands wandered down his naked and wet upper body, they rested at his chest hair for a while, your fingers curled up in it a little. It was a long kiss. Once your lips separated he asked: “Do you want to go on sleeping or…?” “I think I slept enough, Joe.”, you chuckled. “You want to go and see the city a little bit?” “Oh, yes!”, you hastily kissed him again, sprung up from the bed and ran into the bathroom. “I´m taking a quick shower!”, you shouted out of the bathroom.

It had two separate sinks, a huge bathtub and was covered in white marble. You showered off the dirt from the 7 hour flight and many hours of waiting in line. “Damn.”, you thought, when you realised you did not bring any clothes in the bathroom. Then it came to your mind, that you wouldn´t need to worry about stepping out in the room naked. That was still new to you, but you were confident enough to do that. The last couple of days Joe had told you how beautiful you were hundreds of times. And you could feel that he really meant it, so you went out there without anything on. Joe stunningly stared at you: “Wow, love, you are just…Come here.”

After a short make out session (you came twice), you got dressed: Joe wore some grey trousers and a pinstriped shirt. It seemed like half of his wardrobe were pinstriped shirts. You decided to go for a simple white shirt and a leather jacket on top of some jeans. The jewellery you wore spiced up the outfit a bit more, Joe wore his chain and the rings as well.

At about 6 am you left the hotel. You took two different subway lines and went to Times Square 42 St. The moment you left the subway station you got to see Times Square right in front of you: Hundreds of billboards were in front of you, movie trailers, ads for various products, lit up signs for shops and restaurants everywhere around you. Suddenly you discovered Joe on of the billboards: “Oh my God!!There´s you, Joe!” “Yes.”, he blushed a bit. Joe had told you about the movie he was part of and which he was about to promote this week in New York. It was the first time you saw him in the costume and everything. You just knew the stuff he told you about so far. Pride started to grow in your chest. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it, while you watched the short trailer with a fascinated look. Then you turned around to look him in the eyes: “I´m really proud of you.”

After Times Square you took a taxi to Lower Manhattan for a long sunrise walk at Battery Park. You slowly started to get hungry, so you got some takeaway breakfast at a café and sat down at a bench with a view to Staten Island and the Liberty Statue. The Liberty was way smaller than you had expected, she was barely to see. You sat there for a while, the sun had already risen a few hour ago. “Love, will you join me at Jimmy Fallon tomorrow?”, Joe surprisingly asked. “What?”, you stared at him with an open mouth. “I´ll be at Jimmy Fallon tomorrow, do you want to come with me?” “Oh yes!!I love Jimmy Fallon!!!”, you lowkey freaked out. You could not believe you were sitting on a Bench in New York City and had the chance to see Jimmy Fallon live. Joe laughed: “Okay, we can go on top of the Rockefeller Centre together before we have to go to the studio, if you like to? So, don´t do that later when I´m at the Buzzfeed office, alright?”

You hastily nodded out of excitement and threw yourself at Joe. You tightly hugged him and wouldn’t let go. Joe stood up with you wrapped around his waist. He laughed, his laugh was perfect, it came right from his heart, it was a true and honest laugh. You just left some metres behind till you jumped off of him. Meanwhile it was 10 am, you sat down at a café to get some coffee and a snack.

Joe had to leave and get to the Buzzfeed Office near to Times Square, he had already texted Maddie that he would meet her there. It was a hard goodbye, even though you would see him again in a few hours, you would very much miss him. Joe told you to enjoy the city, he would call you as soon as he finished filming and doing interviews. The first thing you did was going to the Metropolitan Museum. The fashion exhibitions were the most exciting thing about the museum. After that you walked around Central Park, visited the Bethesda Terrace and Fountain and strolled around the Reservoir. A lot of pictures, selfies and google maps searches later your phones battery was about to die, so you decided to go back to the hotel. The moment you arrived at the hotel, Joe called you. You picked up the phone: “Yeah?” “I love, I just finished, where are you?” “I just arrived at the hotel. Are you coming?” “I´ll be there in twenty minutes, love.” He hung up.

Exactly 22 minutes later, the hotel room door opened and Joe came in. His eyes wided when he saw you laying on the bed: “Oh, I missed you so much.” He jumped up on the bed right next to you and grabbed your face to pull it close to him. “Hi, babe.”, you grinned. “How was your day?” “Pretty good, they let me play with puppies, that was cute. And I had to read some thirst tweets. Fans are begging BuzzFeed for two years now to make me do this video.”, he laughed and ran one hand through his hair. He looked incredibly good, that´s because you stared at him for a moment. You went in for a deep kiss.

“Love, I have a surprise for you.” Excitement rushed through you, you loved surprises. “You told me that you like musicals.”, he stopped. “Yes?” “I texted one of my friends who´s currently on Broadway and he put us on the guest list tonight.” “What?”, that was a thrilling surprise. “You tell me, I´m going to see a Broadway Musical?! At fucking Broadway?!”, you squeaked. “I love how excited you can get.”, Joe said with a loving undertone. “Who´s that friend? And what´s the musical?”, you asked while your hands tugged at his shirt. “It´s Gaten Matarazzo, I met him at the stranger things set.” “Oooh, he is Dustin!!!” “Yes. Gaten´s the best. Such a nice guy. He has some time after the Musical, so you can get to know him” “He´ll be the second friend of yours I get to know!”, you smiled, Joe hopefully did not think that you just wanted to meet Gaten because of his role in Stranger Things, you just wanted to meet all the people who were important in Joes life. “So tell me what´s the musical?”, you curiously asked again. “Sweeney Todd. You know that?” You squeaked again: “I love that musical! I was obsessed with the movie too!” You started to belt the song “Johanna”, but got in a fit of laughter after just a line of the song. Joe covered his face with a pillow. “Am I such a bad singer?”, still laughing, you knew that you were actually good at singing. Joe revealed his face, he was laughing too: “I just love how excited you are, love.”

To be continued…

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #eddie munson #joe quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #fluffy #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn rpf #eddie munson smut #actor rpf

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soupbabe · 1 year

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Miss Ambrose 1992 (Magnolia Sinclair)

Magnolia talks to the first runner up after the pageant.

I listened to Linger by The Cranberries all day today and this is the result.

Warning: Angst, no comfort

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @bugginbeetlew, @manbehindthemask

Staring at the curtain ahead of her, Magnolia's deep and slow breathes quicken in pace. "Hey," her friend, Joan, whispers. A cold hand interlockes with Maggie's clammy one and gives it a soft squeeze. Trailing the olive toned hand up to its owner, blue eyes meet soft brown ones. "You'll be fine- whatever happens, you still proved that you're prettier than half the town." She jokes. "Thanks..." Maggie mumbles, quickly touching her heated face. Chuckling, the brunette leaned down and pecked her cheek. "Good luck Maggie." She whispers, though it fell on deaf ears as the blonde's body went rigid.

"Joan Price just kissed my cheek."

Joan Price. The pretty girl that sits next to her in homeroom. Her partner in biology who laughs when Maggie gets too excited to answer a question. The same Judy Price who slept over the one time Trudy was out of town. The girl that looked so cute in Maggie's pajamas and shared a bed with her. The best friend that she's always thought was prettier than any boy she's ever seen just kissed her cheek.

Just a few more inches over and it could've been a dream come true.

Magnolia didn't hear her name be announced until the bright flash of a camera stunned her out of her thoughts. "Oh my god..." She whispered. The crowd stood in applause as a "MISS AMBROSE 1992" sash was placed over her delicate baby blue dress and a bouquet of roses was placed in her arms. The blonde flushes a bright pink as her second runner up pulled her into a hug, leaving the shorter girl's thoughts run wild.

"Does she like me?" "Do I like her? Is that even possible?" "Mama told me that a man would make me happy one day but she makes me happier than any man could..."

Soon enough, Joan took Magnolia's hand once more and walked off stage with her. "C'mon, Miss Ambrose," her new title danced off her friends words teasingly, "You gotta show off your new crown to everyone!" "Uh, actually, Joan..can I talk to you real quick?" Maggie spoke up, squeezing her hand for reassurance. "Of course." Her focus went straight to Joan's lips. The same soft, glossy lips that made her feel everything all at once with just one kiss on the cheek. "I don't know how to say this...but you make me feel so many things." Maggie breathed out. "When you kissed my cheek, everything just flooded and I didn't even know what happened because I was just thinking about you and your lips and-" her words were cut off by Joan's hands leaving hers.

"Listen," Joan went silent. Her lighthearted tone dimmed, her eyes darted to anywhere that wasn't Maggie's direction. "I'm not..I'm not into you- girls, like that." She confessed. "I think I'm gonna go, my family is waiting outside.." she quickly excused herself and left her by the wing of the stage.

Magnolia took in deep breaths and sat on the steps of the stage, knees to her chest as she reeled in the conversation. Touching her cheek, she felt the residue of Joan's strawberry scented lip gloss. Black streaks of mascara quietly ran down her cheeks upon contact. Faint calls of her name could be heard, but the new beauty queen of Ambrose chose to deck her head in her lap and remain silent.

#Magnolia Sinclair #My oc #oc fanfiction #house of wax oc #horror oc #oc fanfic

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thats-a-weird-warning-sign · 1 year

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For the prompt game! Avatrice.... discreetly.

Thanks for the prompt, sorry it took a geological age! Please excuse my self-indulgent acadaemia-posting, and don't scrutinise the science too hard...

Finn doesn’t really want to be here. It’s all very well his lab lead saying that presenting at these kinds of things is a surefire way to get in the eyeline of future funders, that networking is half of the battle when it comes to being a postdoc, but that doesn’t mean he has to enjoy it. He’s still trying to fumble his heavily annotated lecture slides from the last presentation into his bag as he wades through the buffet crowd, paper plate with tiny quiches and cocktail sausages weaving through the air as he hustles to the main hall – he’s only got a few minutes before the poster tour groups start. He weaves through the neat rows of stands, nods to a few people he vaguely recognises, checks the smudged black ink on the inside of his left wrist – nearly sacrificing a cherry tomato to the floor in the process.

His poster looms like a beacon; after the countless hours he’d spent on the thing he could recognise it from a mile away. He sends his bag to the floor with a complicated, rustling thump – remembers a second too late the loose-leaf notes that are now surely succumbing to entropy, inhales a bitesize quiche to fortify himself for the coming battle.

Restless, he fiddles with his poster stand – wishes he’d brought the tape measure just to check. The venue mounted his poster, and yes, they’ve done thousands, but what if it isn’t quite square? That’d be the worst thing to notice 5 minutes before the first poster circuit begins.

The woman at the next display along seems to be having the exact same struggle. Finn watches from the corner of his eye as she stands, arms crossed over her pressed white blouse, surveying her own A1 display with a critical eye. As Finn fusses with his own shirt – nowhere near as smart as this woman, he laments at the creases he’s only just spotting – the woman reaches for her bag, a small black backpack sat beside a neatly folded jacket and pulls out the unmistakable form of the holy grail of conferences – a spirit level!

Finn sighs, rubs both hands over his face and berates himself for dropping the ball. His poster is definitely crooked. There’s no coming back from this – it’s all anyone will be able to see.

"Would you like to borrow it?" A softly spoken question breaks him from his spiral.

Finn uncovers his eyes to see the sharply dressed woman has stepped away from her poster and is offering him a small smile and a spirit level.

“Oh, god, yes please – thank you!” Finn accepts it like he imagines people accept priceless jewels, into cupped, shaking hands. “I knew I should have brought one, you’re so much more prepared than me!” He gushes, already trotting to his poster board, reaching up on tiptoes to reach the top border of his poster.

The woman huffs out a short chuckle.

“I doubt that.”

Finn checks and checks again – level.

“Of course it’s level…” He grumbles. “I could have sworn…”

“Mine was, too.” The woman offers, with a rueful grin. “Perhaps we are standing crooked.”

Finn laughs as he hands the level back.

“Thanks, at least I know I’m not losing my mind, at least.”

“No, or if you are, then so am I.” She smiles.

“Well, madness loves company.” Finn grins back.

“Your poster looks very interesting.” She stands up straighter as she surveys it, slips her hands deliberately into the pockets of her suit trousers – very faintly pinstriped, now that he notices.

“Thanks, I spent way too long crying over it, so I’m really glad you think so.” Finn sighs, before blinking apologetically at the woman. “Sorry, I mean –“ He fumbles.

“Mine was a beast too, don’t worry.” She saves him, still squinting deliberately at his results sections. He fights the urge to ask her what she thinks of the graph sizes. “There’s something about formatting for A1 that makes everything that bit more difficult.”

“Oh, absolutely.” He agrees wholeheartedly.

“This is really very interesting.” She murmurs, glances over at her own poster. “The organisers grouped us by research area, our fields overlap.”

“Oh? What’s your poison?” Finn asks, immediately wishing any other phrase had come to mind instead.

“I’m a little more clinical than you, it would appear – I’m working on the preliminary stages of a clinical trial for a new antispasticity agent in HSP – but we are both interested in the mitochondrial element of the disease process by the looks of things.”

“Well, you can’t ignore the mitochondrial element,” It’s tripping off his tongue – the bane of every lab meeting, the catchphrase –

“It is the powerhouse of the cell, yes.” His saviour’s quietly amused, quietly accented voice joins his stupid reflexive chant – but she’s laughing about it, and Finn grins widely.

“It is!” Finn shuffles to get a better view of his neighbour’s poster, “and it’s cool that you’re approaching things from that end, I never understood why that wasn’t already a thing.”

The woman hums, steps back over toward her own poster, taps with thinly veiled frustration at her results graphs.

“This is why.” She sighs, full of an unmistakable aggrieved resignation Finn knows all too well. “There was just so much variety in response, I mean –” she sighs again, sketches a circle around one graph in particular, “look at these error bars.” She gesticulates, raises a hand as if to run through her hair but seems to forcibly catch herself mid gesture, instead toying with a ring, twisting it between finger and thumb. “You can’t draw conclusions from results like that.”

Finn frowns, eyes darting over her poster, opens his mouth to refute her maudlin statement, but is beaten to it.

“Dr Silva, that’s no way to talk about your life’s work!” The admonishment is warm, the tone weirdly intimate – but hey, Finn’s met some pretty intense research teams in his time. The so-named Dr Silva startles, and Finn steps back as she whirls around to face the newcomer, expression washing from focussed frown to something Finn would be tempted to call wonder.

The woman who’s joined them is grinning – beaming really, and Finn feels a bit blinded by it. She’s beaming, and also dressed a little bit like one of Finn’s old-school professors - corduroys and everything, and she’s leaning on a heavily decorated cane. She’s also looking at Dr Silva like she’s the only thing in the world.

“Dr Silva,” Breathes his neighbour, confusingly.

“Dr Silva.” Echoes blinding-smile, stretching out the hand not gripping her cane. Finn feels a little bit like that meme his sister keeps sending him of the woman with the volume-of-a-cube calculation around her head.

The Drs Silva clasp hands in what is definitely some kind of fruity handshake, Finn’s deduced that much. This view is reinforced when the taller Dr Silva uses the fruity hand-clasping to draw the shorter Dr Silva into a hug that lasts way longer than Finn knows how to react to, leaving him inspecting his own poster and crunching aggressively through another half-forgotten mini-quiche.

He can’t chew loud enough to avoid eavesdropping though.

“Ava, what are you doing here?” Asks Tall Dr Silva, with frankly uncomfortable reverence. Finn chews harder.

“C’mon, Bea,” murmurs Shorter Dr Silva, “of course I came.”

Finn eats another mini-quiche.

“But your -”

“Bea, I wanted to be here for this.”

“But -”

“Shut up, Bea,” the tone is so wildly incongruent that Finn finds himself glancing over, blinking embarrassedly at the intimate half-embrace he’s faced with. “Obviously I was gonna come and see you present - ”

Finn’s stomach swoops.

“The presentation!” Taller and shorter Dr Silva jolt, and Finn doesn’t blame them – he basically yelled it at them. “Sorry! Sorry, but I just saw – it’s now – the discussion group are just there!”

“Oh, shit, sorry Bea,” Shorter Dr Silva backs up a few paces, but she doesn’t look very sorry. “Also hi, I’m Ava!” She waves jauntily at Finn. “Don’t sweat it about the discussion group, you’ve totally got this.”

Finn is not sure he’s totally got this, but can’t help grinning back.

“God, I hope so.” He brushes slightly sweaty palms over his shirt, dislodges at least half a mini quiche’s worth of crumbs. “I’m Finn. Are you presenting today too?”

Ava barks a laugh.

“God no, not here at least, not my jam. Just here to cheer on my ex-girlfriend.” She grins winsomely, laughing again at whatever Finn’s face does as that sentence lands.

“Ava,” Taller Dr Silva has gone pink, “you’ve got to stop doing that. Ignore her, Finn. Ava is my wife.”

Finn can’t really help but laugh.

“Whatever, Bea, just be glad I found something funnier than ‘my ex-doctor’.”

Finn snorts, incredulous – he’s pretty sure Ava just winked at him, though, so he doesn’t feel too bad about laughing.

“Ava, please.” Taller Dr Silva covers her face entirely this time.

“Ahh shoot, gotta go, the discussion group is nearly here. Finn, nice to meet you, you’ll crush it. Bea?”

Ava trots all up into Taller Dr Silva’s space, tugs on the hand still over her face. She laughs at whatever expression she is met with – Finn’s trying not to watch too obviously.

“Dr Silva,” murmurs Ava, before pressing a kiss to the taller woman’s lips.

“Dr Silva.”

Taller Dr Silva’s cheeks stay pink for her full 10-minute presentation – which is flawless, of course.

#warrior nun #avatrice #prompt fill #poster presentations my beloathed #shoutout to all the tiny quiches at conferences - were do they find them all??

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From the Depths | ממעמקים

Part 1: Abyssal Plain

Chapter 3: The Weight of Absence

@fuure and I proudly present chapter 3 of our multi-part Newmann fic, From The Depths!

Authors: @fuure & @piedelune

Fandom: Pacific Rim

Relationships: Hermann Gottlieb x Newton Geiszler

Rating: Mature

Chapter Summary: Hermann's days are dotted with strange and alarming interactions with the elusive Dr. Geiszler -- until one day the man disappears completely. Anxious to keep Newt from being listed as AWOL, Hermann has to use the memories he absorbed in the Drift to track him down.

Excerpt:

Hermann passed his hand over the cardboard lid of his memory box, and stole a furtive glance at Newton. He was so handsome in a better-styled outfit that it almost felt unfair: gone were the wrinkles, the sloppy necktie, the hand-mended leather jacket and black pinstripe jeans, the chunky steel-toe boots. He had a waistcoat over the dress shirt that flowed seamlessly with fitted, straight-leg trousers and nicer, pointed-toe boots with a hint of a heel.

Hermann wrenched his eyes from Newt’s tapered waist and forced a smile. His palm, damp from anxiety, flexed over his cane’s handle; he longed to apologise for the bad vibes and clear up the misunderstandings that were clearly abundant between them, but he didn't want to scare him away. He certainly didn’t want to become nonverbal again.

"I've… just been trying to get in touch with you for a while."

Newt sighed. "Yeah…"

"You're looking smart," Hermann said after a pause, then the rest came without thinking. "B-because, when I saw you that night last week, you looked —"

“You know, looks like I got everything last time I was here. You have fun with your dusty books, my man, I'ma head out."

"Newton, just wait a second — w-wait, damn you!" Hermann snapped, his voice cracking as he hurried over. «For the love of God… please listen to me… for just a minute…»

Why am I always chasing you?!

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The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 12 - GENE THERAPY: Ten Reasons Why The Ville Will Fail (Part 1)

Anthea phoned first thing in the morning to say a car would collect her at half past six from her home to bring her to his office. Mycroft wondered if he should have given her some warning.

We need to talk. My office. Car will be outside at 6:30. – MH

He didn’t receive a reply for a while, he imagined she was probably tired from the flight. He made sure he wasn’t wearing his navy suit again, instead he went for a black pinstripe with a red tie, anything that didn’t put him in a weaker position.

Eventually, once Mycroft had gotten everything in order, he checked the time, she would be walking through that door any second now. He took the time to try and go through the paper once more.

‘Sir?’ Anthea opened the door slightly. ‘Miss Wheeler here to see you.’

‘Send her in.’ Mycroft nodded, preparing himself mentally. But nothing could prepare him for what he was about to see.

Bethany wandered in, a little uncertain and very confused, but that wasn’t what caught his eye first. She was still wearing her black shorts and sandals, presumably having not changed from the flight and wore the same baggy green jumper from the day he’d picked her up from her lecture. She still wore the necklace he gave her, evident from the silver chain poking out from her collar, but there was also a bandage on her forearm and one on her lower leg.

‘What happened?’ Mycroft demanded.

‘Oh really?’ She laughed at the audacity of his question. ‘You drag me out of my house just as I get back from the airport and ask me what happened.’

‘Drag you?’

‘Yes, Mycroft,’ she wasn’t pleased at all. ‘A man came to my door, asked for me and when my house mate asked him why, said man barged in, told me not to bother unpacking and marched me out of my house. So, this had better be life or death.’

‘Well,’ Mycroft cleared his throat. ‘I can only apologise for his behaviour, and I will be looking into that as soon as we’re done here. Would you care to sit down?’

Bethany sighed and took the seat opposite him. ‘I’m exhausted, Mycroft. I was literally about to sleep when I was so rudely commandeered.’

‘I will try to make this quick.’ Mycroft nodded, he noticed just how tired she was, bags underneath her darkened eyes and the way she slumped down in the chair opposite. ‘I was given a file yesterday, your file-‘

‘You have a file on me?’

‘I have a file on everyone.’ Mycroft frowned, to which she made an expression of acceptance. ‘Care to explain “Gene Therapy: Ten Reasons Why The Ville Will Fail (Part 1)”.’

Bethany’s expression suddenly lit up. ‘Are you serious? You’ve called me into your office for a paper I wrote when I was fourteen?’

‘You wrote this when you were fourteen?’ Mycroft said, alarmed.

‘Yeah, it was a mental exercise my mum set me,’ she half laughed, sitting up to explain. ‘She explained to me about this imaginary facility, which I later found out was real, Baskerville, I think it’s called, anyway, she told me all the details of security and some of the experiments that were being run and asked me to figure out what was wrong with it.’ She gestured for him to hand over the paper. ‘I didn’t realise this thing was still in existence.’ Mycroft sat back and thought for a few moments. ‘Wait a second, was I right? You wouldn’t have dragged me in here if this was nothing.’ Mycroft shifted uneasily. ‘Oh my god, so you’re telling me I figured out everything wrong with one of your top secret bases as a mental exercise when I was fourteen?’

‘Worryingly, some of these problems are still existent.’ Mycroft confessed.

‘Well, you’d better fix them.’ Bethany said, still half laughing and tossing the paper back onto his desk. ‘Why did you wait so long to bring this up?’ Mycroft frowned. ‘Surely you found the paper when you did your background check?’

‘No, for some reason, it didn’t come up.’ Mycroft exhaled deeply. ‘Something I will need to investigate more fully. However, the thing that concerned me most was: Part 1.’

‘Well, don’t get your knickers in a twist, I never wrote a part 2.’ Bethany ran her hand through her hair, blinking a few times to try and reduce any tiredness.

‘Thank god for that.’

‘There was going to be ten parts in total, but I think I was studying for a piano exam at the time.’

Mycroft raised his eyebrow, but he couldn’t help but be impressed by her. ‘Well, if you do fancy letting us know what else we can do to improve our top secret bases, we’d welcome the advice.’

‘Would you?’ Bethany challenged him. ‘As I hear it, Lady Smallwood disapproves of my being a student. Oh, don’t give me that look, you think people don’t talk? Receptionists hear everything Mycroft.’

‘Indeed.’ Mycroft made a mental note to have a word with Anthea when he got the chance. ‘So, on to more pressing matters, what happened to you?’

‘Oh, nothing.’ She waved her hand, indicating it was nothing serious. ‘Just a couple of snake bites. They’ve been treated and I’m fine.’

‘Snake bites?’ Mycroft leaned forward, somewhat concerned. ‘Venomous?’

Bethany sighed, knowing she wouldn’t get away with a lie. ‘Just the one on my leg. I need to head to the hospital in the morning to get the bandages changed and make sure there’s no lasting damage, but my mum said it’ll be fine.’

‘Didn’t I ask you to stay safe?’

‘Yeah, but it’s not like I went running through the jungle asking to get bitten. This happened in my room anyway, somehow they got in and it just happened, complete coincidence.’ Bethany reasoned, but it didn’t make him feel any better. ‘Anyway, what about you? Where is everyone, I text John and Mary ages ago and they haven’t got back to me, even Sherlock is off grid. What’s going on?’

Mycroft inhaled again. ‘How much do you know about Mary?’

‘She’s my friend.’ Bethany eyed him suspiciously, but he wasn’t giving away just yet. ‘I know she was a spy for a group called AGRA, I know about the memory stick, but I’ve never seen it, John said he destroyed it… I know that Magnusson was killed because he had information on her-‘

‘So, everything then. You know everything.’ Mycroft nodded, wishing his brother could keep his mouth shut once in a while.

He then proceeded to tell Bethany that Sherlock and John were in Morocco where Mary was on the run from another agent called Ajay. She asked a few questions and he did his best to explain.

‘Right,’ Bethany exhaled, taking it all in. A smile started to appear on her face. ‘Knew I’d get some secrets out of you one day.’

Mycroft chuckled. ‘Yes. It seems you have extracted a significant amount of information from me, Miss Wheeler. Now what’s your next move I wonder.’

Bethany shrugged. ‘I suppose I worked so hard on the extraction that I have no idea what to do. Like a dog that finally caught it’s tail.’

‘I should offer you a job.’

‘What kind of job?’

‘From the looks of this paper, you’d do well as an analyst, but I’d rather keep you a little closer than that.’

‘Is that right, Mr Holmes?’ Her voice had lowered in tone slightly, making a warmth rush through him.

Before Mycroft could respond, his phone began to ring. He rolled his eyes seeing Sherlock’s name come up. ‘Excuse me.’ Mycroft stood and leaned against his filing cabinet to answer. ‘Yes, Sherlock, what is it?’

‘The English woman, that’s all he heard. Naturally he assumed it was Mary.’

‘Couldn’t this wait until you’re back?’ Mycroft sighed.

‘No, it’s not over. Ajay said they’d been betrayed, the hostage-takers knew AGRA were coming. There was only a voice on the phone, remember, and a codeword.’

‘Ammo. Yes, you said.’ Mycroft nodded, glancing at Bethany who was just trying to stay awake and not itch where the bandages were sitting on her arm.

‘How’s your Latin, brother dear?’

‘My Latin?’

‘Amo, Amas, Amat.’

‘I love, you love, he loves, what…’

‘Not ammo meaning ammunition, but Amo meaning…’

It hit Mycroft like a bolt of lightning. ‘You’d better be right, Sherlock.’ Mycroft hung up and looked at Bethany. ‘We’ve got work to do.’

‘We?’

‘I may need that brain of yours to put the pieces of a puzzle together, particularly if this turns out to be wrong.’ Mycroft opened the door and spoke out of his office. ‘Suspend Lady Smallwood’s security clearance, get her sent to the interrogation room for tomorrow morning.’

‘Mycroft, what’s going on?’ Bethany said, confused.

‘Love.’ He said, only serving to confuse her further. ‘Amo in Latin means love, that was the codeword that was used when the hostage-takers were tipped off that AGRA were moving in.’

‘Okay, so the word Love is significant.’

‘Not a word.’ Mycroft shook his head. ‘A name, we all have them, codenames that protect identities in reports that should never be uncovered but if they are, they would never contain our real names.’

‘Okay, so Love is the code name for an individual?’ Bethany was starting to piece things together. ‘The voice on the phone was Love?’

‘Precisely.’

‘So, who is it?’

Mycroft shoved his hands in his pockets. ‘Lady Smallwood.’

Bethany frowned again, something playing out in the back of her mind. ‘But what did she gain from it? Did she dislike using freelancers?’

‘That’s what we’re going to find out tomorrow.’ Mycroft grabbed his coat and briefcase. ‘I’ll drop you home tonight. You should get some sleep.’

They left the office and Mycroft let Anthea know the files were still in his office and should not be accessed by anyone other than him. He needed to figure out what to do with the paper, including how it suddenly surfaced.

Mycroft opened the car door for Bethany who basically fell into the back seat, she was so exhausted. He took his coat off and got in on the other side and smiled gently. It would be a half hour journey to her house and Mycroft knew the traffic would be slow at this time, it usually was, and he often used the time to prepare for the evening ahead filled with work.

Bethany had settled into the warm seat and she looked out at the darkened sky of London.

‘What are your plans for tomorrow?’ Mycroft asked, hoping he could talk to her before she fell asleep.

Bethany sucked in a deep breath. ‘Hospital in the morning,’ she sighed, pulling her legs up to her chest and facing him, though her eyes were heavy, she still looked stunning. ‘Then I’ve got a free day. I was just going to do some light reading, mum and dad have both written papers and I promised I’d read them at some point.’

‘You have an avid interest in medicine and engineering?’ Mycroft chuckled.

‘No, but I understand enough to be able to appreciate what they do.’ She smiled back.

‘I should apologise.’

‘Why this time?’ She rolled her eyes.

‘I knew you were smart,’ Mycroft let his eyes drift over her face, taking in her tiring expression. ‘I just didn’t realise how intelligent you are.’

Bethany just laughed and shook her head, biting her lip lightly again. ‘Well, if you’d ever arranged dinner, you might have found out.’ Mycroft just watched her, not quite knowing what he should have said, she wouldn’t accept another apology, but that was his instinct. ‘Did you like the photos?’

‘Yes, the one where you were camping was my favourite.’ He said, remembering her eyes focused on the setting sun. ‘Did you enjoy the view?’

‘I did.’ Bethany smiled, remembering her time in Peru. ‘I wish I could have stayed longer; it’s been too long since I’ve seen my parents.’

‘You didn’t get the chance to see them at Christmas.’ Mycroft nodded, remembering the reason why. He gently pulled out the pocket watch he’d given him as a gift and ran his thumb over it, thinking on how wonderful it had been that day… well, the time they had together anyway.

Mycroft looked up to see her heavy eyes watching him, smiling as she realised he knew what she had done, but there were no words he could use that would display his gratitude for her existence in his life, no matter how small that existence may have been.

He swallowed thickly, noting his eyes flickering to her mouth, before quickly turning away and clearing his throat. He sensed her disappointment, but wasn’t sure what to do about it.

‘Are you free tomorrow evening?’ Mycroft asked.

‘Yeah, I am.’ She was losing the battle with sleep.

‘Perhaps we could go to dinner then?’ He frowned, anticipating her response to be one of refusal or hesitation.

‘I’d love to.’ She half whispered, he couldn’t tell with just the streetlights, but he was sure her cheeks reddened slightly.

Mycroft smiled, the way he always smiled when she spoke to him and soon a very comfortable silence took over. It was a forty-minute journey to her house and Bethany had managed to fall asleep. She was probably cold and Mycroft, knowing the windows were blacked out in the car and no one would see him, had gently guided her to sleep a little more comfortably against him, laying his coat over her body while he worked on his phone.

Mycroft decided that he didn’t want them to go out for dinner, instead she could come over, he wasn’t a bad cook, not the best, but he wanted to watch another film with her and share another evening where she could be comfortable with each other.

They pulled up outside her house and Mycroft tried to wake her as gently as possible. Bethany lifted her head and the smell of ginger was especially strong, making him feel warm under his skin.

‘Mycroft.’ She hummed and moved closer to his body.

‘You’re home.’ He whispered, his lips moving against her hair. ‘Time to wake up.’

He’d just about managed to get her to wake up enough to get out of the car. She smiled sleepily at him and waved as she entered her house. Mycroft just watched her and thought on how much he missed the soft weight of her body against his. He missed her already.

Dinner at the house? 6pm? – MH

Mycroft text her in the morning, hoping she was still asleep in some ways, she was entirely exhausted when he dropped her off and he wanted to see her bright, happy face again, but that wouldn’t happen if she was always tired.

Sounds good. Will you be sending another car? – BW

He knew she was teasing him, but he didn’t mind it.

You’ve been bitten by snakes, it’s only natural that I would want to avoid anything else happening to you. – MH

Touché Mr Holmes. – BW

He decided to leave it there, he arranged for a car to pick her up at five thirty and he would be out of work around the same time. He would make sure of it.

Sherlock came to his office immediately as his flight landed and gave him an odd look, but Mycroft didn’t have the time or patience to deal with it properly.

‘This is absolutely ridiculous and you know it.’ Lady Smallwood said, severely annoyed that Mycroft had her in an interrogation room at all. She’d been denied access to her office and taken straight down to meet him. ‘How many more times?’

‘Six years ago, you held the brief for foreign operations. Codename, Love.’ Mycroft said, sternly, just trying to get to the truth of everything.

‘And you’re basing all this on a code name? On a whispered voice on the telephone? Come on Mycroft.’

‘You were the conduit for AGRA. Every assignment, every detail they got from you.’

‘It was my job.’ Lady Smallwood wasn’t giving in and Mycroft was starting to think Sherlock had gotten it wrong.

‘Then there was the Tbilisi incident. AGRA went in.’

‘Yes.’

‘And they were betrayed.’

‘Not by me.’ She was being unusually defiant. ‘Mycroft we’ve known each other a long time. I promise you, I haven’t the foggiest idea what all this is about. You wound up AGRA and all the other freelancers. I haven’t done any of the things you’re accusing me of. Not one.’ Mycroft had to concede, Bethany’s question still remained unanswered, what did Lady Smallwood gain from this? Nothing seemingly. ‘Not one.’ She repeated.

Mycroft looked to the mirrored glass where Sherlock was watching from behind. Lady Smallwood was not responsible for betraying AGRA. That seemed fairly conclusive. He had no choice but to let her go.

‘What now?’ Mycroft asked as he left the room to talk to his brother.

Sherlock didn’t answer him, he just wandered off down the corridor to do whatever it was he usually did. Mycroft felt his phone vibrate and checked it.

Hope you don’t mind, one of my bites is infected so they had to put on a thicker bandage. I’ll be fine, I’ve got antibiotics and everything, just a minor setback. – BW

Are you in pain? Which bite? – MH

My arm. Mild discomfort, that’s all. – BW

I can’t tell if you’re lying. – MH

Why would I? – BW

There’s been a lot of it today. I might be losing my touch. – MH

I do hope not Mr Holmes. – BW

The last text made him smile and suddenly he could relax again. Everything was okay, she was fine, she said she was fine and had no reason to lie and neither did Lady Smallwood. He could breathe again.

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