#shoutout to the audible sigh I heard through the wall when I put all the packages through the drop off slot

[intotheelliwoods]

tarts have been dropped off at the post office successfully o7

[miracul0us-multishipper]

Welcome to the back (Part 16)

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Shoutout to @loosescrewslefty for coming up with a wonderful name for Cat!Felix! It sounds great!

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Felix’ heart was racing as they ran down the abandoned corridors. Everyone else must have escaped already, or at least found a safe place to hide because they hadn’t seen a soul on the entire floor. It was dead silent, except for their exhausted panting and the distant rattle of chains.

“In here!”, Marinette commanded and threw open the door to a janitors closet. With her other hand, she ripped off one of her flats and threw it down the hallway. Before he could ask what the hell she was thinking, she pushed him into the small room and closed the door behind her. The rattling of metal links came closer and they held their breaths. There were small slits on the bottom of the door, to let the air circulate. Felix dropped to the floor, trying to see what was going on.

Cathexis shadow was visible first, followed by its caster. His chains carried him through the hallway like servants their prince, their clatter and the creaking of his armor far too loud in Felix’ ears. Was it his imagination or were there... less chains than before? Some looked shorter than the others, for sure.

The Akuma looked around.

“Marinette~!”, he called in a playful singsong. “Come on, show yourself!”

The metal snakes swirled through the air, ready to pounce at the slightest movement.

“I’m not mad, I promise!”, the delusional boy continued. “You won’t be in trouble if you come out now.”

One chain came particularly close to the door and he could feel Marinette tense. His own heart seemed to hammer in his chest, so loud he wondered how Cathexis didn’t hear it. If he found them now... they were lost.

Luckily, it was this moment that Cathexis noticed the shoe further down the hall. Immediately, he went to investigate.

“Aw, did the princess lose her shoe? I should bring it back to her, don’t I?”

With that, he disappeared around a corner. They sighed, the pressure on his lungs lifting like fog. They were safe, for now.

“Clever.”, he commented as they walked out of the closet. “The shoe trick, I mean.”

“Thanks.”, she replied, looking around the corner to make sure he was gone. “He’s obsessed with his fairy tale happy ending, so I figured drawing on popular tropes might distract him.”

She took his hand - he was grateful for that, even though he wouldn’t admit it - and guided him towards the stairs.

“We need to get out of here. Maybe we should split up-“

“Absolutely not! I won’t let you out of my sight until Ladybug arrives.”

Marinette twitched, but didn’t fight him. He could’ve sworn he heard her muttering “Oh boy” under her breath, but right now, he didn’t care. There was No Way he’d leave this reckless mess of selflessness to herself!

“This way.”, she directed him to a glass door. The elevators were obviously a bad idea - trapped in a small space during an akuma attack? No thank you! - so the stairs were there only option.

“I don’t get it. Why Cathexis?”, she murmured to herself. “I mean, it’s probably a Cat-pun, but the rest is nonsense. And why chains? Is Hawkmoth running out of ideas?”

He shrugged, remembering all the books about Psychology he’d read before starting school. For once, his encyclopedic knowledge of random topics seemed to be useful.

“Cathexis is a fancy word for neurotic hyperfixations.”, he explained. “Freud’s original term was “Besetzung”, Possession in English. It describes the investment of emotional or mental energy in a person or object.”

He remembered what Cathexis had done with his glowing chain, and how Lila had looked after being infused with his light.

“Maybe that’s what he did to Rossi. He did call it an investment, didn’t he?”

“It might also be a pun.”, Marinette mused. “Cat-hex-is, because he... well, hexed her.”

“Now I’m kind of jealous.”, he murmured grumpily. “Hawkmoth gave him a deep, psychological phenomena as inspiration, and with me? He named me Sentiquill and called it a day! Favoritism at its finest.”

Marinette giggled.

“If it makes you happy, I liked your costume more. Black suits you.”

Her eyes sparkled mysteriously at that, as if she knew something he didn’t. He would’ve asked if he hadn’t been so busy hiding his red cheeks.

“Let’s hurry up.”, he said to distract her. “We still have twenty floors to go, and-“

“Wait!”, she hissed and he froze. There were footsteps audible from further down, lighter than Cathexis’s and without the metallic sound that always accompanied him. He held onto Marinette a little tighter when the person leaned over the railing of the stairs to look up at them.

“Chloé?”, Marinette asked and relaxed immediately, sighing in relief. “You’re okay! I thought Cathexis caught you.”

The blonde girl grinned untypically widely and Felix tensed.

“Marinette!”, she chirped and raised her hands to her mouth. “There you are.”

She took a deep breath, then started to shout.

“I FOUND HER!”, Chloé yelled loud enough to shake the doors, making Felix jump.

“She’s under his control!”, he realized. “That’s why there were less chains than before!”

The one he’d used on Lila had disappeared as well! He startled when a door two floors above them flew open. Cathexis maniacal cackling echoed through the staircase.

“Run!”

Marinette didn’t need to be told twice. She ripped open the door closest to them and raced through, Felix followed suit. They dashed down the corridors and halls, Cathexis laughter close behind them. Every second Felix expected to be knocked off his feet, every step made him fear it might be his last. But Marinette seemed to know where she was going, and Cathexis wasn’t as familiar with the building as she was. Soon, the rattle of chains grew farther and farther, until they finally collapsed behind a corner.

“We need a Plan B!”, he stated the obvious, his breath erratic and panting. “We’ll never make it out of here without him intercepting us.”

Marinette, just as exhausted as he was, looked on the verge of panic.

“Chloé’s out of commission!”, she whispered in shock. “And if she is, then so are Alya and Nino!”

Pulling at her hair, she groaned.

“My plan has failed before it even begun! That’s so typical for me.”

He shook his head, confused.

“What are you talking about?”

Slowly, she let go of her Pigtails and straightened. When she looked at him, it was almost apologetic.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”, she said calmly. “This time, I wanted it to be different. No pressure or emergency, just... different.”

She shook her head, eerily serious as she took out the pendant she wore around her neck.

“We don’t have time for explanations, I have to go.”, she stated with no room for discussion. Her hand was steady when she placed the pendant in his hand, closing his fingers around it. “You need to keep this safe for me, okay?”

He blinked, not understanding what she was up to. But she stood up before he could ask a single question.

“You don’t have to use it.”, she announced and looked a bit sheepish for a moment. “I don’t even have a fancy box for it, and I have no speech prepared either. But... you are smart, and loyal, and exactly what I need. Trust me.”

She inhaled slowly.

“You... you are perfect. I can feel it.”

Her smile was so fond, so convinced and trusting he had to gulp before speaking.

“Marinette, What-“

A crash interrupted him. Cathexis was closing in, judging by the sound of his chains, and Marinette looked up.

“Go and hide.”, she ordered him with an authority he’d never expected of her. “This isn’t destiny or fate or something, okay? It’s a choice. You decide whether to accept or decline, and I won’t push you to do anything. But now that Adrien knows I have it, I can’t keep it on me anymore. Just... keep it safe.”

She smiled.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Wait. Why did this sound like a goodbye?!

“Marinette,” he whispered, fear stifling his voice, “don’t you dare-“

Once again, he didn’t get to finish. Cathexis came crashing through the wall behind them like a bulldozer, his chains breaking through with ease.

“Marinette!”, Felix screamed, but a wave of debris tore him away from her and onto the ground. With one last look at him, she turned around and ran.

“Come and catch me if you can!”, he heard her taunt as she dodged the swipe of a chain, then disappeared into the next corridor.

Cathexis didn’t waste a second with Felix. Growling, he started his hunt and followed Marinette, leaving him behind.

Felix’ head was spinning from his fall and he barely managed to get up, let alone follow them.

“No...”, he wailed, horrified. Crashes and shouts came from the direction they had run off to, and this time, Marinette was alone with the Akuma. “No, no, no!”

He got to his feet, accidentally dropping what Marinette had given him. The clear, clanging sound of something light rolling over the ground made him pause. He looked down, picking the thing up.

It was the Chat-Noir-merchandise Marinette had shown him, but now that he could take a closer look... it was warm in his fingers. It felt heavier than it looked, and he could swear he heard a pulse.

His blood drained from his face and he went pale. It... It couldn’t be, right? Where should Marinette have acquired the real Miraculous of Destruction?! And why would she wear it on a string of goddamn yarn instead of... of... putting it in a safe or something? Or using it? Unless she... she already had...?

Another crash made him start. They weren’t far from him, if he hurried, he could reach them.

But what was he supposed to do? Throw pens at the akuma?! Make a knot in his chains? He was just a teenager, he wouldn’t be of any help. His gaze fell back to the ring in his hands. The warm, heavy, pulsing and authentic looking ring.

Oh, goddamn it!

Without further analysis, he slipped it on his ring finger. For a second, nothing happened and he chastised himself for thinking something this ridiculous. Then an otherworldly glow covered the metal and he stumbled back. Sparks flew around his hand and a green light shot out of the ring, turning it silver and circling him before fading into a tiny, black creature. It had triangular ears and a feline tail that waved through the air.

Felix was frozen in shock as the... the thing yawned.

“Oh geez, that was quick.”, it complained in a high, nasal voice. “They can never give me time to nap, can they?”

It’s inhumanly green eyes turned to him and it grinned, revealing sharp, white fangs.

“Hey, it’s the cold blondie!”, it - he? - cheered. “Not ideal, but better than mean or dense blondie. I can work with that.”

”Who are you?”, Felix finally regained his voice. The floating cat flicked its tail and combed back its fur.

“Plagg’s the name, rookie. I’m a Kwami! Incredibly powerful, good looking, and - as Tikki would say - “high maintenance”. Got any cheese?”

“A Kwami?”, Felix asked, ignoring the last part. “What’s that supposed to be?”

Another crash came from a distance and he shook his head, reminding himself of Marinette.

“Okay, scratch that. Do something so I can help Marinette!”

Plagg sighed deeply.

“Oh geez, another loverboy.”, he grumbled. “Fine! Say “Plagg, claws out!” and you’ll get cataclysmic superpowers, and a much needed make-over.”

He glared at Felix’ clothes.

“Is that a tie?! What are you, an insurance lackey?!”

“It’s called style, you- Argh, I don’t have time for this.”, he snarled, raising his hand. It didn’t matter where she had gotten this from, or why she wasn’t using it herself. She had given it to him for a reason, and he wouldn’t disappoint her.

“Plagg, claws out!”

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Transforming had been easier than thought. She’d simply slipped around a corner, said the magic words and waited until Cathexis followed her to punch him into the ceiling. She’d caught him by surprise, and so it wasn’t hard to deliver a kick hard enough to send him into the wall behind him. He groaned and shook his head as she scanned him. Where was the akuma, where was the akuma, where was- his bracelet! It’s shape looked just like her lucky charm, though bleached beyond recognition. He pulled his arm away when she tried to grab it, his chains hurling her away from him and down the hallway.

“My Lady!”, he cooed happily, already forgetting he’d been chasing Marinette. Hyperfixation, she remembered Felix’ words. He could only ever concentrate on one thing at the same time. “There you are!”

She had landed on her feet - practice made perfect - and adopted her fighting stance.

“Let’s make this quick!”, she hissed and Cathexis pouted.

“Oh, My Lady! Don’t you recognize me? Your loyal partner?”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Loyal?”

He had the decency to look ashamed. Nervous, he scratched his head.

“You are... still mad at me, aren’t you?”

“For what? Sacrificing Rose, abandoning me or attempting to kill me?”

He raised his hands in defense.

“It was an accident! You know I could never hurt you, don’t you? I love you!”

He sunk on one knee, stretching out his hand as if pleading.

“Allow me to prove it to you, Ladybug! You’ll see, we’re meant for each other.”

She was so tired of this. Without a warning, her yo-yo wrapped around his outstretched hand.

“You can prove it by giving me that bracelet!”, she suggested and pulled. He lost his balance and fell over, but his chains caught him easily. They wrapped around her yo-yo to prevent her from escaping, but she didn’t intent to. With a battle cry, she launched herself at him. He didn’t see her coming, and before he could fully straighten himself, she slammed him into the wall again. But she had underestimated the speed of his chains. Just when she wanted to take the possessed object, one of them wrapped around her waist and threw her to the floor. She grinned in pain and tried to dodge, but now they were coming from every angle. Her yo-yo was carelessly dropped to the side when Cathexis stood up, wrapping the chain holding her around his wrist to pull her in.

“Why won’t you even give me a chance?!”, he raged. “I asked you so nicely, and you just attacked me! How could you?!”

“It’s my job, idiot!”, she snarled and tried to wriggle out of her restraints. “And it used to be your job as well! We beat up and purify Akuma’s, remember?”

She laughed bitterly, eyes burning into his.

“Or, that’s what I did at least. To you, this was only ever some kind of game, wasn’t it?”

He hissed.

“Just ‘cause I’m not as stuck-up as you doesn’t mean I’m not a good superhero! We won every time, didn’t we?”

“Because I had to save the day! How often were you even conscious and yourself for the final battle? Most of the time, I had to save you as well!”

“Argh!”, he roared. “Only because I sacrificed myself for you! Without me, you would’ve lost a long time ago!”

She bared her teeth and growled.

“Without you, I wouldn’t have had to worry that every battle might be my last, just because you decided to ditch me in a flashy attempt at self-promotion! You weren’t heroic, you were reckless! And unpredictable!”

He opened his mouth to shout back, but the purple butterfly outline returned to his face and distracted him. When it disappeared, Cathexis simply huffed and crossed his arms.

“You’ll see it my way soon enough.”, he said and wrapped the chain around his wrist once more, to get a better grip. “Soon, you’ll see everything my way.”

The root of the chain began to fill with his cold white light and Ladybug started to panic. Her yo-yo was out of reach, no way to summon a Lucky Charm. She couldn’t move, the chain was too tight. Her toes slid over the floor without finding foothold and her arms were pressed to her sides uselessly as the light came closer and closer and-

“Cataclysm!”

Both she and Cathexis startled when a black-gloved hand grabbed the chain. Rust spread over the links, dissolving them and eating its way towards Cathexis’ wrist - towards his bracelet!

The akuma gasped and shook his hand, getting rid of the chain and detaching it from its armor just before it could infect his bracelet. It coiled in on itself as it disintegrated, setting her free. Immediately, she grabbed her weapon, jumped back and landed at a safe distance with her savior next to her.

“Thanks!”, she grinned at him as she checked out his new suit. Felix nodded stiffly. Doubtlessly wondering why Ladybug was here all of a sudden, and Marinette wasn’t. If he’d put one and one together, he didn’t say anything.

“You’re welcome.”, he replied and took out his batons. He kept them separated and crossed on his back, which wasn’t the only difference from his predecessor. His hair was longer, wilder, and his iris was more blueish than green. The bell was missing from his collar, and he had an additional, smaller belt on that was equipped with trackers and other gadgets. His tail was longer, but seemed to move on its own accord. And his boots made no sound when he changed his stance to face Cathexis, which might come in handy for stealth. Overall, his costume was less... shiny. Less reflective, more of a spandex-like fabric than leather.

“No...”, Cathexis whispered, eyes wide with horror. “No! NO! I’m Chat Noir, not you! You’re just a cheap replacement!”

Felix blinked in surprise - he hadn’t known Chat’s identity, she remembered - but recovered quickly.

“Actually,” the new black cat hummed. “I don’t think I’ll go by Chat Noir anyway. Too many bad connotations, thanks to you.”

He grinned and raised his chin.

“You can call me Chatvalier instead. Because unlike you” - he raised his baton - “I won’t run from a fight.”

Cathexis roared with wrath.

“This can’t be- You can’t be- GIVE ME THE RING!”

His voice was erratic and his expression completely unhinged when he charged at them, chains wildly striking through the air. Their movements were devoid of their previous elegance and precision, it was all instinct and anger and hurt.

“You can still back out, you know?”, she asked her newly dubbed Chatvalier. “It’s a heavy duty, and you’re not forced by any cosmic will or something. If you don’t want this, I can handle him by myself.”

Her partner looked at her with narrowed eyes, as if reminded of something. Then he smiled.

“I don’t doubt that.”

He readied his claws and gave her a look so soft she felt her heart flutter.

“But... it can be nice to know someone has your back.”

He smirked.

“Remember?”

Oh yes, she did. When she faced Cathexis storming towards them, her smile was confident and unwavering. They were in this together.

“Ready?”

Her yo-yo swung through the air and he laughed.

“Guess we’re about to find out.”

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If you don’t know what to make of this last “have your back” exchange, you might want to take another look at chapter 4 (their first real conversation). I love giving phrases more meaning than they should have, because DRAMA!

[xfirespritex]

Falling For The Perfect 10, Chapter 7

Chapter 1 can be found here: http://xfirespritex.tumblr.com/post/158091354468/falling-for-the-perfect-10-chapter-1

Chapter 2 can be found here:  http://xfirespritex.tumblr.com/post/158131017523/falling-for-the-perfect-10-chapter-2

Chapter 3 can be found here: http://xfirespritex.tumblr.com/post/158173737863/falling-for-the-perfect-10-chapter-3

Chapter 4 can be found here: http://xfirespritex.tumblr.com/post/158276501293/falling-for-the-perfect-10-chapter-4

Chapter 5 can be found here: http://xfirespritex.tumblr.com/post/158313099698/falling-for-the-perfect-10-chapter-5

Chapter 6 can be found here:  http://xfirespritex.tumblr.com/post/158397367403/falling-for-the-perfect-10-chapter-6

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Story Summary: Told from the point of view of an original female character we follow the ups and downs of dating, and falling in love with, Tye Dillinger. Pairing: Tye Dillinger X OFC Chapter Summary: What happens after Shanna slips up and says those three words. Tye’s reaction.  Note: My first NSFW chapter. Sex in this chapter (and my first time posting a sec scene). Hope it’s good!

Please let me know if you like the start of this story and I will happily post more!

Thank you to everyone who commented and liked the last chapter. Hopefully you enjoy chapter 7!

Chapter 7: Confessions

I jumped off the counter, my face redder than my hair.

“Shanna?” Tye said, spinning to follow me out of the kitchen. I searched for my bag and found it by the front door.

“I should go,” I said, grabbing my bag and digging through it for my keys.

“Shanna, are you really going to run out like that?” Tye said as he came out of the kitchen, his voice cracking slightly.

“It seems like the best plan,” I said, turning my back to him, my hands shaking.

“What’s wrong?” Tye asked. I could hear the laughter in his voice. The sound broke me.

I dropped my bag, more like threw it to the floor and spun on Tye. “Is it funny to you?”

“What?” Tye asked, stepping back from me a few paces. I felt the tears spill over my eyes and wiped them away quickly. “What’s wrong? He asked.

“What’s wrong? You heard me Tye, you heard what I said. And rather than say anything you just stared at me!”

“You’re mad because I didn’t say anything back right away?” Tye asked.

“Tye, just let me leave,” I begged, spotting my keys on my floor and crouching down and snatching them up, grabbing my bag and turning to grab the front door. The embarrassment and anxiety rose up in me, making my hands shake as I unlocked the front door. I pulled the door open but Tye’s hand slammed the door shut with so much force it ripped the door handle from my grasp.

“What the fuck?” I said, turning to face him. Tye grabbed my face and kissed me, hard, slamming me into the wall right by his front door. The force and pain of it shocked me. His body pressed into mine and I groaned and his right hand dug into my hair, his left hand going around my back and lifting me, pinning me slightly above him to the wall.

His lips kept their pressure on mine, his hands rough as he pinned me there, kissing me like it was the only thing he knew how to do. I whimpered, feeling the anxiety battle my desire in my stomach. The feeling made me dizzy. I pushed Tye away from me and when my feet hit the floor I felt my legs shaking, as if they would give out. My brain flashed back to the kitchen, the look on his face, how he’d said nothing. My eyes stung as I wiped at the tears there.

I had promised myself to not say it first. To not get too invested too quickly. And here I was, in the same spot I always found myself in. Embarrassed and scared about what he’d say next.

Shock was written across Tye’s face. His mouth opened and closed a few times. I stared at him, waiting, ignoring the tears on my cheeks. Something shifted on his face, in his eyes. “Shanna,” he whispered, reaching for me.

I flinched away from him. Hurt registered in his eyes. “Shanna…” he said again, clearing his throat. He looked at me and I stared at him, trying to be defiant, trying to pretend I wasn’t dying from embarrassment. The shaking of my body gave me away, though. I knew he could feel it.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He said.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner. I was fucking terrified, okay?”

I didn’t understand what he was doing, what he meant. I could only stare at him. “Tye…what do you mean?”

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “I wanted to show you that I could be more than just some fucking idiot from Canada who sat in developmental for so long his fiancé left him for being a loser. I didn’t want to be the thirty-six year old guy who got lucky, snagged the woman of his dreams and, like a fucking teenager, said I love you on day two, okay? I didn’t want to be the guy who followed you like a puppy dog anymore. I wanted to prove to you that I was the right guy for you. That I deserved you. So I kept my mouth shut.”

I stared at him, anything I had planned to say lost in my throat. Tye took a breath, looking at me and I could see the fear still there.

“And then,” he said, starting to pace in front of me. “And then you, being so much better than me, do the one thing for me that no one ever has. You put me first. I’m not just talking about today, I’m talking about at work, that storyline, risking yourself, your body, because you know the storyline could make both of our careers and you know that my dream has been this company. You put me first at the gym over anything else too. You wait for me to finish an extra set rather than whining that you want to leave. You drive when I’m exhausted even though I know you hate my SUV. You cook me breakfast and dinner, you even prep lunch when you know neither of us will have time to take a break and eat.”

He paced quickly and I could see his body tensing as he moved, like he does when he’s in the ring, the adrenaline coursing through him.

“And today, I wake up to you in my bed, with my dog and breakfast? You, without an argument, send me off to drink and eat with the guys for lunch and you pick me up for dinner, in, of all things, a goddamn green dress and I feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet. And that’s only half of it. We get to dinner and you’ve not just organized a surprise party, you spent airline miles, and money, to get my family here. To make them feel comfortable, to bring us together so I see them more than once a year. And what do I do?”

Tye stops pacing and looks at me. “I’m the asshole that when his girlfriend says she loves him stares at her, unable to say a damn word. And, when she’s upset continues to be an idiot. I’m terrified to say it. The last person I said it to, and meant it, walked away like I was nothing. And it made me believe that. So I’m fucking scared,” he said, his voice breaking a little.

I pushed myself away from the wall and walked over to him, my entire body shaking, and the adrenaline of emotions shooting through me. “You’re scared about what?” I ask, my voice barely audible, cracking on the last word.

“I’m scared to say I love you because I feel like the second I do, you’ll be gone.”

Silence filled the house. Sheriff had retreated to another part of the house. I stared at him. “You just did,” I said.

“What?”

“You said it and I’m still here,” I said.

Tye stared at me and he shook his head ruefully. “That’s not exactly the way I wanted to tell you,” he admitted.

I shrugged, unsure what to say to Tye at this point. It was our first fight and it was over something so serious, so raw for both of us, I was afraid to say a word.

Tye took a step closer to me, tentatively reaching for me. I let him cup my face in his right hand. “You’re not going to leave me?” he asked.

I shook my head slightly, not wanting to move too much.

“And…” Tye said, licking his lips once before looking me in the eyes. “And, you love me?”

I blushed but I nodded at him.

“Okay, I rambled for a few minutes there and you’re dead silent. I need to hear you say something, please?”

I stepped closer to him, reaching a shaking hand up to touch the one he rested on my cheek.  “I love you, Tye.”

He sighed, relief flooding his face. “Finally,” he said, leaning down and kissing me. It was a soft kiss, drastically different than the ones from only a few minutes ago. I shivered, feeling the restrain he was exerting, he didn’t want to push. Still, he wouldn’t push me.

I pulled out of the kiss and looked up at him. My voice was shaking when I finally spoke. “Take me to bed, Tye?” I asked.

He stared at me for a moment. He caught the difference in my words. I hadn’t asked him to go to sleep with me, to go to bed with me. I’d asked him to take me.

He looked like he wanted to say something but he didn’t. Instead, he took my hand in his and slowly, we made our way upstairs. Once in Tye’s room he kicked the door closed and I laughed briefly when I realized that we’d never done that before because we’d always allowed Sheriff to curl up with is at night. Tonight, it was just me and Tye.

He sat on the edge of his bed, pulling me to him until I could stare into his eyes, the fact that I was standing having no effect on our height matchup. We were nearly even.

Tye reached up and wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. I returned it, my arms going around his neck instantly.

He pulled me closer and as the kiss deepened I slid into his lap, my dress riding up on my thighs as I straddled him. His hand ghosted over my hips and down the curve of my ass, lingering there as his lips moved to my neck.

My nails found his hair and I gripped him tightly to me, my body already suddenly too hot. When we broke apart I slid out of his grip, reaching down to undo the straps of my heels and kicking them off behind me.

Tye stood and I went immediately to his shirt, unbuttoning it as quickly as I could. Tye pulled the shirt free of his waist band and shed it quickly and I ran my hands over his bare chest, placing a kiss on each of his collar bones before kissing his neck, biting the skin just below his right ear.

“Fuck,” Tye cursed to himself and I laughed a little. “You think it’s funny?” he asked. I shrugged a little, smirking up at him. “You’ll pay for that,” he said.

“How?” I challenged.

Tye grabbed me by my waist and spun me away from him, forcing me to walk forward until I hit the wall nearest his bed.

“Like this,” Tye said, his lips biting at the back of my neck as his hands found the zipper of my dress. He undid the zipper and I heard him groan.

“No bra, again?” he asked. I whimpered in reply, feeling his length pressed against my ass.  Tye shoved the dress off my shoulders and tugged it down over my hips, his lips and skin kissing up my spine and to my left shoulder, biting there roughly.

I whimpered again and Tye reached an arm around me, cupping my breast in his left hand while his right hand slid down to my ass, grabbing it before pulling back and smacking it once, lightly. I whimpered again, the sound pathetic to my ears but apparently a turn on for Tye.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, his left hand teasing my nipple and his teeth returning to my shoulder. “Make that sound again,” he commanded. In response I pushed my hips back against him. He groaned and pushed against me and I shivered, feeling how badly he wanted me. He pulled his hand back again and this slap was harder.

I whimpered and shuddered, wishing there was something to hold on to. Tye’s body immediately pressed back against mine and he brought his lips to my hear, his left hand abandoning my breast and going south, sliding into my panties quickly. He groaned when he felt the wetness that had begun there.

“Shit, baby, did I do that to you?”

I nodded and gasped out a yes as he teased me. He flicked his fingers against my clit and I yelped, quickly choking back a sob of protest as he stepped back from me. I turned to protest, to beg but I saw his goal. His hands were undoing his belt quickly and I moved to help him, undoing the button and lowering the zipper over the bulge there. He hissed and stared at me, grabbing my face and kissing me roughly again. I kissed back, pushing his pants to the floor and running my hand along the waistband of his boxers.

“Can I? I asked, sliding a hand under the waist band. Tye nodded and swallowed. I gripped both sides of his boxers and forced them down, crouching as I did to free him completely and instead of standing back up, I went right to my knees, grabbing his length as it was exposed to me.

Tye hissed at the contact and I didn’t wait, I couldn’t wait. I took the tip of him into my mouth and a shout escaped him. All sound and no words. I sucked more of him into my mouth and soon had all of him inside my mouth, resisting the urge to gag, bobbing lightly as I raked my hands over his thighs.

“Baby, Shanna, please. As fucking great as that feels I need to not lose it right now.”

I pulled my mouth off of him slowly and looked up at him, my left hand still stroking his length.

“What do you need?” I asked.

“Come here,” he begged, his hand fisting into my hair. He wanted to pull me up by it but he didn’t want to be too rough. I stood and he grabbed me, spinning and laying me out on his bed, his lips going right to my breasts, his teeth finding my right nipple, his left hand tweaking the left.

I groaned and shuddered but Tye kept moving his lips, quickly kissing down my body. He reached my panties and looked up at me, asking for permission.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Tye tore them from me so fast I was sure they were torn in half.

His lips quickly found my center, his tongue finding my clit like he’d been doing this to me for years. He slid two fingers into me, pumping them quickly and I could feel my body clench against his fingers and the wetness sliding out of me. Tye worked me until I was begging, pressing my hips towards him, trying to get more friction on my most sensitive area. Tye’s hands left my body only to grab my hips and pin them to the bed.

“Tye?” I whimpered.

“Yes, baby?”

“Please, fuck me,” I whimpered, trying to make my voice sound strong but it shook as he bit into my thigh lightly.

Tye slid up my body and kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips. I groaned at the taste and Tye smirked at me, his eyes dark as he pulled out of the kiss.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Please, Tye. I need you.”

“Baby, uh, what about…” His voice trailed off. God his voice was shaking, he was dying to be inside me.

“On birth control,” I whimpered.

He groaned and shifted his weight, his arms supporting him as they rested on either side of me. “Last chance to stop me,” he said, the sound of his voice so much deeper than I’d ever heard it.

I opened my eyes as much as I could and looked at him. I bit my lower lip before speaking. “Do it Tye. Fuck me.”

That was all he needed to hear and he drove into me, hard and fast. I screamed his name as I adjusted to him and Tye froze inside me at first, letting me adjust but soon he picked up a pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me and Tye complied, his hips meeting mine.

He bit at my neck and I whimpered, running my nails along his back, urging him closer to me. His voice broke as he spoke. “Shanna, fuck, do you know how long I wanted this?”

I felt myself let out a small laugh and I gripped him to me. When he hit that spot inside me I saw stars and groaned, my nails digging lightly into his shoulders. Soon though I could feel the orgasm building up and I moaned. “Tye, I’m going to,” I started to say but he snapped his hips hard at that moment and I lost my voice.

“Do it,” he said. “Right behind you.”

He drove into my harder, one hand going to my clit and I screamed as I came. Tye followed close behind, his yell of pleasure starting as mine ended. I could feel him release inside me and I shivered as he pumped into me a few more times.

He slid out of me and rolled to the side quickly, collapsing into the mattress. We both laid there, catching our breath. I looked at him, turning my head to the side.

“Tye?” I asked, my voice still shaking from pleasure.

“Yeah? He asked.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” he responded.