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Open to mutuals or non-mutuals (f / m / nb) Muse: Sage Wolfgang | Journalist | Pansexual Plot: Your muse is good friends with Sage and they have agreed to to go to her parents' 40th wedding anniversary party as her plus one. Sage has a long time crush on your muse but has never made it obvious. Or perhaps your muses knew and went along with it. Non mutuals, please READ my rules first.

“Look alive, please,” Sage muttered underneath her breath as she eyed the person by her side. It’s bad enough she had to drag her friend to this exhausting anniversary party. It’s even worse when her parents kept asking her when will she settle down and give them grandchildren. “Look, my mom made her famous Shepherd’s pie, there’s all the shrimp and potato salad you can eat....” The Wolfgangs were famous for parties like this - grand, superficial and full of nosy family members. She quickly reached out for two champagne glasses from a server’s tray and handed one to her fake significant other for the night. “Have I thanked you for coming tonight and saving my ass again?

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🛁 - Sam & Sage 😏😏😏

Sage immediately noticed his grim, crestfallen face. It was such a stark contrast to the usual beam etched on his lips coupled with the mischievous spark in his eyes. She decided to stay silent - he must have had a difficult day in the ER. Lacing her fingers gently around his, Sage led him to the couch, tugging him slightly to let him know that he should sit down. Once he's settled, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Let me take care of you," she whispered, she could feel him parting his lips to protest but Sage pressed a finger on them and shook her head. Shushing him soothingly, the tip of her nose was pressed against his jaw as she breathed in his scent. Tearing herself away from Sam, she poured him his favourite drink and placed it on the coffee table. "I'll be right back."

Her short walk to the bathroom was full of purpose. He needed to decompress, to sit in silence and get back some sense of semblance of himself and nothing else does that other than a comforting bubble bath. She ran the water in the rub, placed bathsalts and other effervescence. Lavender vanilla candles were lit around the room and once the tub became frothy, Sage exited. Sam had finished his drink and Sage urged him to pick up his own glass while she held up the bottle. "We need it." She led him to the bath and took the glass from to set it on the sink counter together with the bottle. Raising her hands to cup his cheek, Sage met his gaze, quirking up a small, melancholic smile.

"It's going to be okay." Slowly she unbuttoned his shirt, taking off the articles of his clothing slowly till he was bare. It seemed odd - usually the act was filled with passion, heat and urgency. There was none of that now. "Go get yourself into the tub," she whispered, watching Sam oblige. She poured another glass of his drink, placed both glass and bottle near where he could reach them. Sage knelt by his side, picking up a small loofa and started to wash him. After a few minutes, Sam had wrapped his fingers around her wrist. "You're not getting in with me?" It was the first time he had spoken tonight and Sage faltered, tears stinging her eyes slightly. She gave him a sheepish smile. "Only if you want me to," she replied, almost shy. And it was the first time she saw Sam crack a smile tonight even though it didn't reach his eyes. "Always." She returned his smile and obliged.

Slipping into the tub gingerly, Sam pulled her in, maneuvering so she'd sit with her back to him. His arms wrapped around her middle and buried his face in her platinum hair. "You know you can always talk to me... or not. We can just sit here in silence. Like this. You and me," Sage uttered, barely a whisper. She felt him nodding against her head.

"Silence. You and me for now."

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a closed starter for @rowan-revelry

Her brows furrowed. The scene was enough make one's insides shrivel up. Sage wrinkled her nose at the metallic scent of blood - it was proving to be too overwhelming. She had scene similar images like this one - they were plastered all over the board in her office. This was the fifth occurrence - same modus operandi, same injuries, lesions. She eyed the corpse, taking note of how the skin had greyed out and left it crepe like as if the victim's life force had been sucked out within a minute.

"What do you think, Ash?" Sage finally voiced out as she flicked her hues up to the other woman. "Same M.O. right?" The police had cordoned off the crime scene, pushing onlookers further away from it. The city had been rattled by these murders. Authorities were baffled and no one seemed to know anything. Even the coroner's office could not give a definitive answer. Throughout her years as an investigative journalist, Sage hadn't seen anything as gruesome. Sage craned her neck to take another look. "Whatever killed these people, it's definitely not human."

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He could kill her with that tone of voice, surely. His gaze lingered on their joined hands and that made her weak. In that moment of chaste intimacy, she was entirely lost in the reverie of him. She could barely hear him speak as her heartbeat drummed thunderously in her ears. His words were laced with amusement together with hope and Sage felt the tension between her shoulder blades ease instantly.

An easy abashed smirk etched on her plump lips and she snickered at his words. Sure, Sam's charming, good looking and intelligent. However the one quality that made him incredibly attractive was his easy humour - the very ability that made her at ease and on her toes at the same time. With each squeeze from his hands, her skin buzzed with warmth spreading from her fingertips, trailing towards her middle and finally it engulfed her whole being.

Sage leaned in even closer, snaking her arms around his neck and let her fingers tangle into his soft blonde tendrils of hair. “I don’t know about you,” Sage whispered, warm breath playing over his lips. It was now or never. Her tiers brushing against his ever so slightly. That was enough to steal her breath away. “But I have been thinking of kissing you all evening,” she breathed, almost breathless. Carpe diem. Her plump lips found his own and stole the sweetest of kisses from him. Not short enough to insinuate discomfort, but not to overstay her welcome, either.

The way her laugh softened when she teased about his sister made something stir in his chest. “Oh, she was livid,” he admitted with a chuckle, shaking his head. “But, hey, it was worth a shot. And to be fair, my baking game has improved since then. I can even make a mean boxed brownie mix now—microwave fires are a thing of the past..."

The banter felt so easy, so natural, and when Sage finally leaned back and started to answer his question, Sam didn’t expect her to falter. The way her voice shifted, the slight flush on her cheeks, caught him off guard. And then the words came: Her confession hit him like a jolt, and for a moment, his grin slipped, replaced by a look of quiet surprise. He watched as embarrassment quickly overtook her, the way she avoided his gaze, and something in him softened.

“You know,” he said quietly, his voice dipping lower as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze, “I was just supposed to be the fake boyfriend. Charm a few relatives, deflect some awkward questions, and sneak off for a glass of whiskey. Easy gig, right?” His grin returned, soft and laced with warmth. “But then you go and drop something like that on me, and suddenly I’m questioning the job description.” He let out a soft chuckle, glancing down at their joined hands. “For the record, I didn’t sign up for the part where the fake girlfriend keeps surprising me...but...” He took another sip of his whiskey, setting it down carefully before leaning in just slightly.

His tone shifted again, quiet but steady. “You don’t have to say anything else, Sage. But if this fake thing is starting to feel a little… complicated for you, you’re not alone in that.” The humor flickered back into his expression as he added with a smirk, “Just promise me that accountant isn’t still in the picture. I don’t think I can compete with someone that good at math.” He chuckled as he gave her hand another squeeze.

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All this flirty banter was doing her no good. Truly. It was one thing to have inexplicable feelings for a colleague, it is another to have one for your friend's brother. Sage shook her head at his seemingly rhetorical question and she rolled her eyes. "One day it's going to bite you back in your ass, Theo." That much she had already warned him countless of times. Not that he had shown any care - she doesn't expect it from him either.

"Seven children?" Sage echoed back, surprise washed over her like a cold bucket of water. She might have been good friends with Aven, his twin, as well but she never knew that fact. "I have so many questions but at the same time I do not want to pry." The Wolfram twins had never been one to talk about their personal lives, especially their childhood. Sage shot him an ever-grateful look when he handed her a glass of champagne. She chuckled at his mocking words, unable to bring herself to mirror them. "Salud!"

At the other side of the manor, Sage's uncles were already gaggling around the grand piano, raising their voices as they argued which song they should be singing. Sage glanced over at them, snickering at their antics. "I think..." she started, pointing at them, "That's our cue to sneak off." The mischievous glint in her blue hues made a comeback and Sage tugged on his arm to guide him away from the crowd. "Honestly all this talk about babies makes me want to down the whole liquor cupboard. Aaand...The best ones are in my father's study." Sage grinned, almost salacious. "Ready for another adventure in the manor, Mr. Wolfram?" Her feet were already in motion, retreating into another dimly lit hallway. "I know we had much to drink but wait till you actually taste a Macallan whiskey. You'd wish you'd never leave this house, I promise you."

"Would I do that?" Theo would flirt shamelessly with a plant if he thought it would pay him any attention. The Wolfram twins had that in common. Neither of them had ever known any strangers; they could both talk to anyone, but they both got skittish around real feelings. To be fair, Aven's caution about relationships had been hard-learned, but Theo came by his naturally. Like his father before him, he wasn't around enough to actually be a real partner to someone. Unlike his father, he wouldn't pretend--to himself or anyone else--that it wasn't the case and hitch some poor, besotted girl to him anyway. Even after it was clear he was gone for good, his mother had never really gotten over it. Theo would rather be terminally alone than destroy someone like that.

It wasn't like he was completely unaffected though. True, the talk of their ever-growing family was probably the biggest bucket of cold water ever. He hadn't entertained the idea that there might be some truth in it even for a moment, and he didn't think Sage did either. That wasn't them. It was the quieter moments in between that was doing him in, while they both enjoyed this game they were playing, the warmth of her body at his side and the sound of her laugh, the glimmer of the lights on her hair, the way they built on each other effortlessly in conversation as if they really were together. Based on those things alone, he'd almost believe it himself for a moment.

He'd long ago put her in the Do Not Touch category, partly because he actually liked and respected her and partly because Aven had threatened vivisection if he ever did anything to hurt Sage. Just because he wouldn't act on it didn't mean he didn't notice though. "My parents had seven, can you imagine? I guess it was expected then." He grimaced. Having grown up in a large family like that where they had to fight for every scrap, Theo emphatically did not want one, and he'd made sure he couldn't reproduce, at least in the short-term. He hummed, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. "Well that part's true, but not for breeding purposes. I think we've both earned a drink." He snagged two glasses of champagne and passed one to her, lifting the other with a wink. "To our long and happy life together."

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"Stop, please," Sage warned him gaily, rolling her eyes. "I am far from being refined... Honestly when I was growing up, I... felt like I was adopted... struggled so much." She had struggled with both, especially French. How ironic that she picked up Arabic faster than the very language her parents spoke around the house. Sage pursed her lips, snickering at his recount about his high school days. "You know what, I hated that part of biology." She took a sip of the Macallan and sighed. It felt surreal, her whole life - being surrounded with modern luxury, elite status and haughty family members and yet... yet she felt closer to Sam's humble beginnings instead.

Sage leaned against her palm, elbow resting on the top of the sofa as she listened to Sam talk. Damn, she could listen to him recount the most boring stories (not that anything ever was with him) and she wouldn't even want to look away and not listen to his voice. Sage laughed the very moment he mentioned the fire department. "Your sister must have been... fuming..." It was cute... yet endearing as she pictured a younger Sam running around the kitchen trying to impress a girl. Then Sage felt slightly jealous... to this girl he was trying to impress with his non-existent baking skills. It was so silly - she had obviously never met this... girl. Nor did she even know who she was.

Sage had to stifle a laugh out loud moment at his words, "I did date an accountant and you knew that!" Sage interjected, giggling ad she hit the top of his right arm playfully. She narrowed her eyes at Sam, her blue hues still glimmering with mischief. "All right, all right... Something you don't know about me..." Sage paused for a moment before taking another sip of the ridiculously expensive whiskey. She contemplated on telling him her stupid teenage secrets but... Perhaps it was liquid courage swirling around her veins, or perhaps the whole evening of him charming everyone's pants off (hers included) has finally got to her. With her lips against the rim of the glass, Sage's cheek flushed as she spoke. "I've been nursing the biggest crush on you since we met at the hospital." Embarrassment immediately washed over her, threatening to pull her towards the edge and Sage regretted saying it out loud. She suddenly felt like a budding teenager, confessing her undying love towards Brendan Fraser. When she finally sobered up, Sage could barely look at the man in front of her.

Sam followed Sage down the hallway, his hand still comfortably laced in hers, his smile softening as her teasing voice filled the space. “Dangerous offer?” he murmured, the gravel in his tone lingering just a little longer than before. “I live on the edge, Sage. What’s sneaking into a study compared to dodging pyramid schemes and Aunt Claire’s interrogation?” When she pointed at the paintings like a tour guide, Sam chuckled, playing along. “Ah, yes. A fine display. Truly, I feel enriched already,” he quipped, glancing at her with that amused spark in his eyes. He didn’t miss her stumble over the word “fake,” though he chose not to comment, his gaze lingering just a second longer as her cheeks flushed.

As they entered the study, Sam took in the room with quiet curiosity, his brow arching slightly at her comment about French and piano lessons. “French and piano? That explains why you’re so refined,” he teased, though his tone was gentle, not mocking. “Meanwhile, I spent my teenage years trying to convince my high school biology teacher to let me skip dissecting frogs. Not exactly Renaissance-level accomplishments.” As she retrieved the bottle of Macallan 30, Sam let out a low whistle, his eyes flicking from the bottle to her with mock incredulity. “A $5000 bottle of whiskey? Sage, you’ve been holding out on me. I might have started charging for my ‘special services’ a lot sooner if I’d known about this.” His smirk softened into a grin as he accepted the glass she handed him.

Settling onto the Chesterfield sofa, he let her pull him down beside her, his frame relaxed but his attention fully on her. He swirled the glass briefly, appreciating the amber liquid before taking a slow sip. “Alright,” he said, turning his gaze to meet hers at her question. “Something you don’t know about me…” He leaned back slightly, thinking for a moment, though there was a hint of mischief playing on his lips. “Okay. Here’s one. I once tried to learn how to bake because I thought it’d impress a girl. Bought all the ingredients, watched tutorials, the whole deal.” He paused, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. “Let’s just say the fire department was involved, and I haven’t been allowed near my sister’s oven since.” Raising his glass, he added with mock pride, “I stick to saving lives now. Fewer flames involved.”

He turned slightly toward her, raising his glass in mock salute. “Your turn, Sage. Tell me something I don’t know about you. And just so we’re clear, if it’s something like ‘I used to date an accountant,’ I might have to revoke my boyfriend privileges—fake or not.” The teasing edge was back in his tone, but the warmth behind it hadn’t gone anywhere.

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"Oh you mean, you're only going to start charging these special services now?" Sage tittered at his tease. She had noticed how his tone of voice had changed slightly, that slightly lower gravel in his tone had caused Sage to feel a flutter of emotions she shouldn't be feeling right now. He is a keeper, Sage thought. Aunt Claire was right about one thing at least. A breathy snicker left her when he mentioned about earning a medal. "You, Sam Turner, deserve all the medals although it might take a week or two for you to receive some since I haven't ordered them via Wish."

"Sneaking into the study and having good whiskey is definitely better than my uncles croaking Barry Manilow like they're a band of refined John Legends. It's like, you don't even want to protect your eardrums, Dr Turner," Sage teased, winking at him. Mirroring his actions, she straightened too although she didn't expect his arm to be around her waist. "All mine huh?" she repeated with her grin growing wider. Slightly amused at his open offer, Sage laced her fingers around his and tugged him forwards. "That's a very dangerous offer, Sam."

“Well all right then, Dr Turner. Here, down the hall, we have numerous paintings from the Renaissance era,” she remarked, using her other hand to gesture at them like a bad tour guide. She led them down a quiet hallway, the sound of her uncles crooning out of tune was fading away. “You know, I think you’re the first boyfriend I have ever brought into this house,” she said softly before she faltered. “Fake - I meant, fake boyfriend,” she laughed nervously, hoping the dim lights would cover up the flush in her cheeks.

They came towards a passageway and Sage perked up. “Oh, I haven’t been here in ages.” Sage tugged him closer as they entered a large study room. It looked just the same when she was a young teenager. “I used to have tuition for French and piano here.” She made a face, reminiscing her classes and how adamant her parents had been about her taking them. "Have you ever had a $5000 bottle of whiskey?" she asked, giggling quietly. "My father has boujie taste in liquor but I am not one to complain." She left his side briefly to open up the liquor cabinet. Taking out two glasses, the blonde crouched slightly and reached into the shelves to retrieve a Macallan 30 bottle. She poured them a glass each and Sage handed one to him. Settling on the large Chesterfield sofa in the middle of the room, gently pulling him down to sit beside her. “Tell me something I don’t know about you, Sam.”

Sam’s gaze lingered on Aunt Claire and Uncle Pete as they walked away, their rare approval still sinking in. A keeper. The words echoed in his head, stirring something unexpected. He didn’t know if it was the way Sage’s fingers had slipped around his hand or the way her cheeks flushed when Aunt Claire smiled at him, but the whole moment felt surprisingly...nice. He looked down at her, the grin still playing at his lips. “A keeper, huh?” he repeated, his voice warm and low, meant just for her. “Not bad for someone you drafted last-minute. If I keep this up, I might start charging for these services.”

Her exhale and grin were enough to make his smirk soften into something a little more genuine. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze, grounding both of them as he added, “But honestly? You’ve got a tougher crowd than I expected. If Aunt Claire is calling me a keeper, I’m pretty sure I just earned some kind of medal."

Her whispered plan made him chuckle, the sound low and warm as he leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear. “Whiskey in the study? During a Barry Manilow serenade? You’re full of surprises, Sage.” His voice dropped further, conspiratorial but playful. “I’ve gotta say, I’m impressed. It’s a pretty bold plan.”

But as he straightened slightly, his arm still loosely around her waist, his thoughts flickered back to how easily he’d slipped into this role. Holding her like this, playing the part, even teasing her—none of it felt forced. He wasn’t just here for the whiskey or the challenge of charming Aunt Claire. He was here because it felt right to be by her side. Because somehow, she made him want to lean in closer, to stay a little longer.

He shook the thought loose with a quiet laugh and let his grin turn mischievous again. “Alright, let’s make our move. But just so we’re clear, if we get caught, I’m the innocent boyfriend, and you’re the one leading me astray.” He gave her hand another squeeze, his thumb brushing over her fingers absently. “That’s fair, right?” He tilted his head toward her, the teasing lilt in his voice softening. “Lead the way, Sage. I’m all yours for the night.”

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Sage rolled her eyes when Theo teased despite the amused smile plastered on her lips. "Even without the ready-made excuse, you're still flirting shamelessly with me," she chuckled, shaking her head slightly. Try as she might to ignore his shamelessness throughout the years, Sage did flutters in her stomach when he shot her with that particular gaze of his. It’s juvenile, it's juvenile, it’s juvenile, she chanted in her head. This is Theo – the commitment phobe, the no-strings-attached-to-anything man.

Sage had to bite her tongue and inner cheek each time Theo nonchalantly told her relatives they wanted four children, then it became five a few minutes ago and now, it's up to six. All she could think was her own poor organs imaginarily pushing out their imaginary children. They would come out looking like stunners though. What a silly thought. She almost froze, breath caught in her throat when he moved her hand and pressed his lips on it. It was such an innocent, affectionate move (obviously an act on his part) and yet, it left Sage swelling with unexplainable feelings. Feelings she should not have in the first place.

That spot on her hand was still nuzzling when he laughed as soon as Lysa and Ottis walked away. Sage realised she had been pursing her bottom lip till it’s slightly sore. “I have never seen their eyes bulged so much,” she chuckled, trying to shake away her silly thoughts. “And did you notice how their eyes immediately went to my stomach when you mentioned six kids?” Her cheeks pinked, widening her eyes as she smacked his arm playfully. “God knows what they were imagining, probably feeling sorry for me.” Sage clicked her tongue, trying to sober up but she was still chuckling. “They’re probably thinking we’d be like bunnies as soon as you put a ring on me.”

"You look great in blue." Okay, so it wasn't her best look, but he attributed that to the practicality of family functions. They were supposed to be looking wholesome and well-adjusted, neither of which had ever particularly appealed to Theo, but then he'd never had parents hovering over him with their expectations. Even when she was alive, his mother wasn't the type, and the few memories he had of his father being around weren't exactly pleasant. They'd left their marks on him in other ways, but he'd never had to pretend for them.

"I have a ready-made excuse to flirt with you all night. Did you really think I wasn't going to take it?" He teased back, but his expression was already smoothing out as the couple approached, doing his best to look charming and respectable. The first was easy, but the second would be a challenge for him. "You must be Lysa. Sage has told me so much about you." Literally not one thing except her name, but he shook Ottis's hand like they were old friends.

It was alarming how quickly the conversation turned to families. Was that really all people thought about? His arm squeezed lightly at Sage's waist, smile widening. "Oh, definitely. We can't wait to start a family. How many kids did we decide, honey? Was it four or six? Yeah, I think six will be perfect. So we'd better get started soon, right? We'd like to name the first one after my mom if it's a girl, Sage's dad if it's a boy." He brought her hand to his lips, laying a gentle kiss on the back of it, but he thought he was going to crack a rib trying not to laugh. As soon as they walked away, he burst into quiet laughter. "God, you were right, that was priceless."

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The blonde snickered at his teasing. "Don't tell that to one of my girlfriends. Math whiz. But definitely weird too. In a good way." Sage couldn't help but felt tension when Aunt Claire came even closer. She's out of everyone's league. She could feel a tint of rouge colouring her cheeks - Sage politely disagreed in her head because Sam was out of her league too - or at least that's what she kept telling herself.

Sage had to suck in her lips as Sam spoke with his arm around her. He addressed pompous Aunt Claire with such ease and eloquence. And he did not disappoint. If anything, his confidence made him so much more attractive to her than before. He laughed and she suddenly found it so... irresistably sexy. Sage had to fight the urge to actually lean into the crook of his neck and bury her face there. Why does this man smell so good too? Her teeth were already snagging her inner cheek to quell her inappropriate thoughts.

Aunt Claire stilled herself and.. wait... was that a smile? A sincere small smile had actually carved onto her thin lips and Sage raised her brows. It was rare - absolutely once in a blue moon. "I can tell you're a keeper," she winked at him and Sage found herself grasping the hand Sam had around her. Uncle Pete spoke, "We better not hog so much of the limelight. Your Uncle John is about serenade everyone with Barry Manilow." Sage could only smile as she watched them amble away and a whoosh of an exhale left her. "Shit, you're really good at this," she remarked, grinning at Sam. "I think we can sneak away once everyone is gathered at the grand piano. Because god knows I need to down some good whiskey and my dad only has it in the study room," she whispered, mischief hinting at her tone.

Sam leaned closer to Sage, his voice low and teasing just for her. “Accountants are pretty sleazy… anyone that good at numbers is definitely weird,” he murmured. Straightening up, Sam turned his attention to Aunt Claire with an easy confidence. “I’d like to think I’m good enough for Sage,” he said, glancing briefly at her with a softer look before continuing, “but honestly? She’s out of everyone’s league. Including mine.”

He paused just long enough to let the words land, then added with a grin, “That said, I bring some solid credentials to the table. I’m a doctor, I’ve got a stable income, and—most importantly—I make a killer omelet. So, I’d say I’m at least worth considering.” Aunt Claire raised an eyebrow, clearly not fully convinced but intrigued. “A doctor, hmm? But what kind of doctor? Are we talking someone who saves lives or one of those doctors who just hands out ibuprofen?”

Sam laughed, keeping his arm around Sage. “Emergency medicine,” he replied smoothly, his tone light but confident. “So, yes, saving lives is part of the job description. Though I’ll admit, I’ve handed out my fair share of ibuprofen too.” And he'd likely need some after the night was over.

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Sam always had a way with his teasing - always building on to whatever ridiculousness she throws his way in their banter. And when his voice had lowered into a murmur paired with that gaze of his, Sage's heartbeat grew loud, thumping on her eardrums. "Good," she whispered back, "Wouldn't want to have a poor boyfriend considering my reputation, you know?" she teased back, grinning at him. Sage felt her heart stop for a brief moment as soon as his arm slip around her waist. They had never been in this close proximity - that one time he had treated her superficial injury on the arm didn't count.

Seemed like the mention of having a family tipped off a nosy elderly couple their way. The tip of her fingers had gone cold though despite Sam's warmth deft digits. Sage’s voice lowered to an urgent whisper. “They’ve been trying to set me up with this sleazy accountant of theirs," she tried to explain. "That's Uncle Pete and his I-am-always-better-than-everyone wife, Aunt Claire. So you can imagine now they want to know the deets.” She stilled herself, absolutely grateful that Sam was by her side. "Sage," Aunt Claire crooned, batting her eyelashes and Sage felt nauseated all of a sudden. "No wonder you've been avoiding our offer to set you up with our accountant." Sage could only shrug. Somehow words had failed her. "Who is this gentleman hhmmm? Are you good enough for my niece?"

“Taking a bullet for me, huh? That’s impressive—very heroic,” he teased, leaning in with a grin. “And, of course, I’d be more than happy to patch you up afterward. I’ve got the first-aid skills covered…as long as you don’t need full-on surgery.” Sam chuckled, his arm slipping around her waist with a casual ease as he noticed a few curious relatives glancing their way. “And don’t worry, I’ll steer clear of any financial discussions. I’d hate for my 401k to disappear into one of your uncles' ‘business opportunities,’” he murmured, his tone light but his gaze warm as he looked at her.

“And when it comes to the ‘settling down’ questions, I’ll play along however you want. I’ll just tell them I’m here waiting for you to give me the green light,” he added with a smirk, his hand resting comfortably at her side.

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Sage's nerves calmed down at Sam's playful tease. He always seemed to have that effect on her. A chuckle left her as he spoke and she tried hard not to roll her eyes at him. "Oh please. This is by design, Dr Turner." Not only did she trust him enough to masquerade him as her boyfriend, Sam's life choices seemed to work out to her advantage as well. She pinked at the mention of him being a son-in-law.

Sage wrinkled her nose at his cheeky jab. "While you're being my best wingman... don't get carried away and tell them your taxes. I mean, I have several uncles here who are in a pyramid scheme. They'd swindle you out of your retirement plan," she added playfully. Having Sam here was a last ditch attempt to stop the annoying questions pummeling her every year - “Single again, Sage?” “I don’t understand why a pretty girl like you is single? Who wouldn't want to marry you?” “Do you want me to set you up, dear?” At least for now, the questions will be directed at him. "Follow my lead though. And if they start asking about settling down or kids, you can just shrug and point at me. I'll take that bullet for you."

“You know, you don’t have to thank me every five minutes,” he said with a quiet chuckle. Sam took the champagne glass with a grin, giving her a playful nudge. “Good thing I’m a doctor, huh?” he joked, casting a quick glance around at the sea of Wolfgang relatives. “Brownie points with the family guaranteed. I’m practically halfway to son-in-law status just by showing up.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping just enough to add a conspiratorial edge. “So if anyone asks, I’ll make sure to throw in a line or two about stable income, future prospects, the works. Your parents will be bragging about you bagging a doctor by dessert.” Raising his glass to hers, he winked, his tone warm but teasing. “Here’s to keeping the Wolfgangs happy… and to my career apparently doubling as your best wingman.”

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The plan was simple. Bring him here, pretend all they want, get her family off her back and by the time holidays loom over, Sage could announce their break up and make some excuse of nursing a broken heart - thus giving her an excuse to avoid any interactions. Such a perfect plan... Sage could feel warmth creeping into her cheeks when he complimented her. "Thank you. Although nothing stunning about a navy dress." An awkward chuckle escaped her plump lips as she wagged her finger at him.

Despite knowing him for years now and all the shenanigans he seemed to be getting himself into, Sage couldn't stop the somersaults her insides were doing. Just a crush, just a silly, childish crush. "Now, now, Theo. Channel all the charms towards my family instead." Sage had rested her hand on his, squeezing it slightly. "Be careful of this couple coming towards us," she whispered. She feigned a sweet smile as if to giggle at something Theo had said. "That's my Aunt Lysa and her husband, Uncle Ottis. If they ask you about when we're planning to settle down and have kids, tell them you can't wait and you want 6 kids." Sage gave him a mischievous grin, lighting up her cerulean hues. She pumped her brows and winked. "Might as well have fun right? I can't wait to see her eyes pop out in shock."

Family functions would have been a hard no from anyone else. Meeting the parents was a surefire sign of feelings being caught, and Theo had always had one foot out the door in every relationship he'd ever been in. Friends with benefits was where he thrived, and he found it simpler to keep things on that level. But he could do a favor for a friend, and for this friend in particular. She'd watched him fuck around for years. If there was anyone he trusted to know what he was really like, it was Sage.

If he was uncomfortable with the pretense, it would never show. He had an arm looped around her waist, an easy chuckle falling from his lips. "Don’t worry, we got this." He accepted the glass with his free hand, a deceptively sharp gaze sweeping the room. He was used to picking out good photo opportunities and potential threats more than problematic family members, but damn if the skills weren't transferable. He could practically put money on the ones that were going to be the most trouble for her tonight. "You have. Several times. Have I mentioned you look stunning?"

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Sage was so close in losing her sanity. A hand had snaked down to cover his hand rubbing her bundle of nerves. The friction between them was overwhelming and the added sensation to her clit gripped her even more. The walls had clamped tightly around his cock, clenching and unclenching him. There was no need for words by now, nothing else mattered. Even his name was lost to her. The blonde collapsed once against on his frame. And as her teeth sunk into his shoulder, her body trembled, toes curling as she clung onto him as if he was a life buoy in a turbulent sea, feeling herself lost in an abyss in the ebbing rolls of her climax. 

David was overwhelmed by a sense of lust and desperation for her. From which there was no escape and he knew that very well. Not that he wanted any. This had quickly become his new favourite thing and he simply couldn't imagine escaping from that. The truth was he didn't want to anyway. His entire body burned for her eyes and took in a long deep breath. He continued to thrust into her hard and fast until he heard her words. He had no idea that he had taken her that close to an orgasm with his erratic and hard thrusts. He looked into her eyes for a moment as he paused and gently slowed his thrusts. He then squeezed and fondled her breasts with one hand while making certain to rub her clit teasingly with the other as he continued to move in and out of her.

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Sage whimpered as his swiftly plunged into her tight, aching core. Her eyes rolled as pleasure crackled and shook her being. Sage brought her hands to cup and squeeze her breasts. Her porcelain skin was now flushed, breaths hitched as he thrusts up into her over and over. Sage bucked against his force, grinding her hips against his, palms now flat on his chiseled chest as she tried to steady and meet his rhythm. Her walls clamped down on his thick length as she started to ride him, bucking herself on him back and forth. The blonde bounced up and down his length, loving how he filled her up and stretched her. David was driving her to the edge at any moment and Sage found herself gasping for air, collapsing on his frame. She was so close but she didn't want it to end just yet. "Slow down, baby," she managed against his ear, tongue darting out to leave a wet trail on his earlobe. Her hips were still undulating around his, her walls milking his throbbing member as she moved. Then she raised herself up. Sage guided one of his hands to her clit, moaning at the warmth of his hand cupped her breasts again, riding him faster again.

David was starting to lose himself with how she tasted and there were no more thoughts in his mind. He couldn't have any more thoughts for her. The only thing that mattered to him was the way he was eating her out. He let her juices continue to flow on his tongue as he lapped up every last drop. He didn't pause or try to stop as he continued to eat her out even after she had removed her mouth from his cock. Though she started stroking him and that brought him much pleasure as he continued to eat her out while moaning into cunt. He hoped that the vibrations from his moans would only add to her pleasure and how intense things were. He then watched her as she abruptly made him stop. He was puzzled at first by her actions as he then watched her straddle him. Which made him smile at her. He let his eyes travel down her body as she started grinding against his cock. Feeling her soaking wet cunt made him whimper and moan for her as he looked into her eyes. He then cleared his throat at her before finally responding to her. "As you wish. " He said to her. David had the same look of lust and desperation filled in his eyes for her as she did. There was a fire burning in him for her as he admired her. After a moment or two he plunged her on his cock as he suddenly impaled her with his shaft. He then buckled his hips and started thrusting into her hard and fast.

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Her blue hues widened as he spoke of having a dozen mini humans. "Lord please have mercy on my womb if that ever comes true," she spoke, half horrified, half amused. Sage leaned in to Kaan's half embrace, heartbeat quickening. "Of course, I am keeping tabs on you!" Sage snickered, bumping her shoulder against him. "Just a minute ago, you wanted us to have 12 kids!" Sage couldn't help the warmth spread across her cheeks as she giggled. "Next thing I know, you're going want us to move to Scarsdale and worrying about taxes and the school system." She shook her head, still tickled by his teasing as her aunts approach. "As horrified as I am about our 12 imaginary kids, I say knock yourself out. I do wanna see their faces when you tell them about our plans for a football team."

discreetly, kaan fixed his collar, masking a quick glance over to size up the aunts in question. daunting... but not off-putting enough to weaken his confidence. " i'll let them know we plan on a herd of 12 children, at least. " lips twisted into a smirk, poking fun. reaching an arm around her shoulders, kaan gave her a little half squeeze, and chuckled. " you really do worry too much. i am beginning to think you're more worried about keeping tabs on me from saying anything too embarrassing. how much do you want me to sell this? i can go all out, if you ask me nicely. "

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It had always felt he was the missing piece - the one piece that could make Sage finally complete. And many times she had found themselves in perfect sync, knowing what the other thinks, moving and maneuvering whatever life throws at them. Just like two perfectly carved jigsaw pieces only meant for each other. She giggled as he joked about beautiful women marking him but somehow jealousy leaked out from a perfectly shut lid. Sage turned away and made a face. "I hope I'm the only one who gets to do that from now on." She meant it - now that they're together physically, Sage felt bonded to him on another level. Her insides were squirming - a fight or flight response. Ever since Sage realised she had feelings for David, she had constantly chosen flight - to suppress her own emotions for the sake of their friendship. Now though, it seemed that they're way past that line. The fact that he didn't pull away from her to clean up was an indication he too, wanted to savour the intimacy they have now. He's an addiction, she decided - an addiction she'd gladly embrace. Sage brought a palm, cupping his cheek, her thumb tracing his cheekbone. "David," she whispered, meeting his eyes. The way he was looking at her made her light and weak at the same time. "I want something more," she confessed, hand resting on his shoulder. "With us that is... " She knew with their work, things get messy and dangerous but Sage didn't care. "if you'll have me." Sage let out a sigh, "But if you don't, I totally understand."

The high of orgasm he had received thanks to her hadn't left yet. It was the most intoxicating and agonizing thing in there for him. His body was covered with sweat from the passionate love making between them and he simply couldn't bring himself to pull away from her. Even now after the intense sex he didn't want to pull away from her. Simply staying pressed with her that way was much better than anything else. It felt nice knowing she had the same idea as she didn't seem to want to let him go either. He still could hardly believe that they had done this together and that she was his now. It was something he had wanted for a long time and it was now finally coming into a reality. He simply didn't want this night to end for he wasn't certain what the next night would bring them both. He hoped this thing between them would last for good. The truth was since he had gotten her now he didn't want to let her go. He wouldn't lose her no matter what. They matched each other perfectly. Even their movements were collective and intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of her. He found himself sighing softly at her words before running his fingers through her hair again. He loved how beautiful she was and he simply couldn't take his eyes off her. The truth was he didn't want to. He bit his lower lip and looked into her eyes momentarily lost in them. "Hey there beautiful. " He had responded to her. "It's okay. I don't mind. Besides I rather like having beautiful women mark me. " He said to her with a wink.