#the bar is blasting cranberries !!

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drinking / alcohol tw //

the urge to send things but i’m drunk so would anything even make sense ??

[yourdarlingalina]

is it new years yet? | jack hughes

synopsis: y/n's new years kiss is the last person she expected, her former fuck buddy pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader word count: 2.7k warnings: slightly steamy, heavy making out, mentions of sex, a bit angsty, not properly proofread is it new years yet? - sabrina carpenter

What's the best way to forget about your fuck buddy who broke things off with you a week before Christmas? Who you definitely don't have feelings for and who definitely didn't find out about said feelings by accident?

From a responsible person's point of view, it was the correct decision. I fell for someone who just wanted no strings attached sex. He doesn't want a relationship, and it is supposed to save me from being hurt even worse in the future. But I am not a responsible person. A responsible person wouldn't have been talking about their feelings with friends when they knew that the person they had feelings for was also in the same bar.

Which is how I ended up in my current situation. A glass of champagne in one hand while the other holds onto a random guy's shoulder as we sway and grind to the upbeat tempo blasting through the club's speakers. The best way to get over a guy is to get under a new one, right? At least, that's what my friends were telling me as they convinced me to go out with them for New Year's Eve.

"Start the new year off with someone new."

And start the new year off with someone new I will. The guy in front of me is decent looking, he's no Jack but he'd do. His hands were at least doing all the right things, one gripping my hip to pull me closer as the other was pushing my hair out of the way of my neck so that he could leave sloppy open mouthed kisses to my skin. Hands roamed down my body as I brought the champagne flute closer to my lips, this night would require copious amounts of alcohol if I am to make it to midnight. He pawed his hands down from my hips to my ass, gripping and squeezing in ways that should be making me want to push my body harder against his. His mouth trailing from my neck down to cleavage, nipping and sucking at the exposed flesh.

He was doing everything right to my body, but it just didn't feel right. I wanted it to be Jack who was brave enough to handle me this way in the middle of a crowded club, not ashamed to be seen with me, but it wasn't. He made it very clear that he only wanted me in private, with no one knowing that I was his on those nights and that he was mine, even if it was only for a short time. It was like he knew my body better than I did, knew what buttons to press to make me cry out his name. How he made me come undone again and again. The kisses that gave me full body shivers and touches that left my skin feeling like it was set alight.

I was not getting those feelings with the man attached to my body. He seemed like he'd be a great lover for a night, but not in the way I needed. Perhaps if I met him before everything, I could be happy with him but it felt like I had been ruined.

A party popper would end up becoming my hero of the night when one went off right next to my ear causing the glass in my hand to tumble down, splashing champagne on the man as it made its way down to shatter on the floor.

"Oh God! I am so sorry!" I profusely apologize as the man whose name I can't quite remember jumps away from me.

"It's alright, suppose I was gonna end up sticky tonight anyway. I'll be back." He shoots me a wink as he makes off in the direction of the bathrooms. I take the brief moment to escape to the bar, being careful to not slip on the alcohol or broken glass scattering the floor.

I push past the glitter and sweat coated bodies, pushing myself into a corner where I don't think my former dance partner will find me. One of the bartenders comes over to take my drink order not long after I get into my seat.

"What can I get for you?" The man asks quickly, obviously on the verge of losing it due to the new year's rush tonight.

"She'll have a vodka cranberry and I'll have a beer." A voice says from behind me, a voice I know extremely well. I didn't know he was going to be here tonight. Not a single person thought to mention that to me? The bartender makes a move to speak but the man behind me continues, "Brand doesn't matter, just whatever you have." The bartender just nods then scurries off to get our drinks.

I slowly turn on my stool to face him.

"Jack." I say, acknowledging him.

"y/n." He says back, sending shivers down my spine with just how he says my name. He moves closer, keeping me between the counter and his body. Leaning over his body almost touches mine, he keeps his eyes on me, his face getting closer, and for just a second I think he's about to kiss me, but his fingers wrap around the beer bottle that was placed on the counter and suddenly he's back where he was originally standing. "You seem to be having fun tonight."

"You've been watching me?" I blurt out before I could think. Instead, grabbing my drink, putting it to my mouth before I could say anything else.

"Hard not to when you're basically letting whoever that was fuck you in front of everyone." He bitterly spits out. He's jealous? He's not allowed to be jealous. He doesn't want me, I got that loud and clear.

"So? Why do you care?" His eyes snap to me. "I'm not yours, I never was." I break my eyes away from his, suddenly thinking about how interesting my drink looks. He smirks at my sudden movement, his fingers grip my chin and force me to look at him. His face is so close to mine again, I can feel his breath on my face, can smell the alcohol off his lips. He's intoxicating. I clench my thighs together at the small act. Even like this he still has so much power over me. I am undoubtedly his.

His eyes flick from my eyes down to my clenched thighs to my eyes again to the countdown clock behind me and finally back to my eyes. "Thirty minutes till midnight. Meet me on the balcony upstairs in fifteen?" He's asking but it comes out as more of a command.

"Why would I do that?" I push back. I can at least hold onto a little bit of my dignity during this. Can't I? Might be debatable.

"Because I made a mistake two weeks ago." He whispers against my lips. My eyes flutter shut, he's gone when I open them.

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Fifteen minutes went by quicker than I would've liked for them to. I still haven't made up mind on if I should talk to him or not, but my body decided that I'd still go. I slowly made my way up, giving myself more time to collect my thoughts. I hadn't talked to him properly since that night.

It was a night out after a big win, Jack had invited me and some friends to go out with him and the team. Teasing remarks were thrown at me about how I look at Jack like I was in love. I never did hide my staring well. He had noticed too, how when he looked over at me, my eyes were already on him. Adoration was obvious in my eyes when they were on him. When I got quiet and didn't make any attempt to shoot down the accusations they all got loud. "You love Jack!" They shouted over and over. My cheeks flushed, embarrassment flooded up veins, I had to get away from it.

He heard. I turned to leave the group and he was behind me, eyes wide and jaw slack in shock. He was frozen, a deer in headlights. Me whispering his name snapped him out of his daze causing him to walk off in the opposite direction. I made the mistake of going after him.

"We said no strings attached." He said after the door slammed behind me, his back still facing me.

"I know." My words came out whispered, I was terrified of this. This was never meant to happen. Feelings were never supposed to happen. He was never supposed to find out that one of our few rules were broken.

"We can't continue like this." He finally turned and faced me. He showed no emotion, he was so goddamn hard to read. His blank facial expressions would be the bane of my existence.

"I know." I whispered again, the only words I could get out. I fucked up, by catching feelings, by continuing this when I knew I caught feelings. I tried to push them down and pretend that they didn't exist, but it just wasn't enough.

"I don't love you." I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the tears start to well up and not daring to let them have the chance of escaping. I knew how he felt, but hearing it was a completely different feeling.

"I know." I sobbed out. He was gone by the time I opened my eyes.

Here I was, yet again, going after him. I somehow made it to the top of the stairs and through the crowd of dancing bodies. There he was, standing on the balcony, leaning over the railing and looking out at the Hudson. I stood there for a good minute, just staring at him, debating on if it was even worth listening to him. Did he really make a mistake or was he just feeling guilty that he didn't reciprocate my feelings?

"What was the mistake?" I finally ask.

His head whips around so fast that I almost think that he's about to give himself whiplash. A small laugh like huff comes out as I walk further out onto the balcony.

"I almost thought you weren't gonna come." His voice is softer, careful, like he was actually scared of the thought that I wouldn't meet him. I look back at the countdown clock on the wall, ten minutes to midnight.

"I like to be fashionably late." He lets a small laugh escape at my comment. God, I love that sound.

"You always have." He turns away again, hands gripping the railing, knuckles turning white from the tension.

"You still haven't answered my question." I say, waiting for him to finally tell me what the mistake was. Was he regretting ending us or how he spoke to me?

"That night." He starts to say before cutting himself off, lips pursed into a thin line.

"Yes?" I nudge his leg with the tip of my heel. He looks at me, eyes scanning my face like he's trying to read my thoughts. Trying to get any idea of what I'm thinking.

"I lied to you." No. "I said I didn't love you." No. "I lied." No.

I should be wanting to hear this, but I don't. I never thought I'd be the type of person to run back to a man just because he gives me a pretty apology and I will not start now, especially when I know it's not true.

"You don't love me, you just miss the sex. Don't worry, you'll find someone else to suck your dick." I move to walk away before I feel this hand come up to grip my arm. He was not going to make this easy for me. All I want to do is go home and crawl under my blankets, forget that all of this even happened in the first place.

"Please, just hear me out." I turn my head to look at him and goddamn those eyes that make me want to melt. He's looking at me so sweetly, I've never seen him look at anyone like this.

"Make it quick." I brush off his hand and lean back towards the railing.

"Oh come on, you know I don't do quickies." He attempts to make a joke, a playful smile pulling on his lips. It quickly fades though as he get serious again. "I broke our rule before we even made it." My head snaps up at his words. What?

"I loved you before we slept together that first time." He can't be telling me the truth. No, our first night together was a drunken mess that was just meant to be a one night stand. The relationship that came after was just mutually beneficial, he didn't have to worry about someone running to the tabloids and I got someone who touched me in a way I didn't think was possible.

"Stop lying to me." I choke out. I don't need a pity confession from him, especially when I just want to leave him behind next year which is in, I quickly check the clock, three minutes.

"I'm not!" He counters back just as the words leave my mouth.

"If you loved me you wouldn't have reacted like that." My eyes are brimming with tears, this is not how I wanted my night to go. I just wanted to find a new guy to kiss at midnight to make me forget about Jack.

"I never thought you'd feel the same." How he could think that is astounding. I don't think he realizes just how magnetic he is, and not just because he's Jack Hughes, hockey star. No, he was much more than that. A good friend, a shoulder to lean on, someone that listens when you really need it, a respectful person who makes you feel like you're floating when his attention is on you. "I'm not good at expressing my emotions."

"Yeah, no shit!" I nearly scream at him. "What do you expect me to do with this?"

"I want to start fresh next year." He admits, his eyes lock back onto mine. "If you gave me another chance, I promise, I won't fuck it up again." He's not lying, he's being genuine. I can see it written all over his face, the softening of his eyes, the breaking down of his walls. He's having a hard time even attempting to be vulnerable about this.

The shouting from the party starts to get louder. "Ten!" Maybe I should give him another chance. "Nine!" If I get hurt again then it's on me. "Eight!" He is who I want to be with. "Seven!" Why not? Is this not what I wanted just hours ago? "Six!"

"Kiss me." I tell him.

"Five!"

"What?" He sputters out.

"Four!"

"You heard me." I say, giving him a soft smile so that he knows I truly mean it.

"Three!" He shifts his body to be parallel mine. "Two!" His hands cup my cheeks. "One!" His lips meet mine as literal fireworks go off. "Happy New Year!" People shout around us. But my mind is just on him. As he's pulling me as close as humanly possible but it's still not enough.

My hands snake up with his abdomen, fingers gripping at anything they can. His hands move to my hair, to my neck, down my chest, caressing softly down to my hips, pulling and pleading to get as close as possible. My body was being set alight, the familiar feeling I've been yearning for. He's pulling sounds out from me that I've never made before. It's from the feeling that he's fully mine now, no hesitancy in his movements, he's confident and proud in what he's doing. 

My fingers move up to curl around strands of his hair, pulling his face fully flush to mine, lips melding and moving against each other at a fiery pace. We break away unfortunately to catch our breath, our smiling faces still touching, neither one of us making an attempt to move farther away. In fact, he's nuzzling his face even closer into mine, if that was even possible.

"What are you going to do with me now?" I ask against his lips, looking up into those beautiful, mind melting, ocean like eyes.

"Start the year off right, by apologizing in so many ways." He says then capturing my lips again before dragging me through the crowd of bodies, down the stairs, and out of the door.

[auddy-95]

Bold

Fili x Sigrid

Sigrid's life has too many rules and restrictions. She's in need of a night of fun with someone who knows what they're doing.

It's a good thing she ran into Fili.

Figrid oneshot

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Music was blasting from a nearby speaker, but even at its insane volume it was hard to tell what song was playing over the loud noises in the bar. There were bursts of drunken laughter and shouts for friends. There was the occasional sound of clinking glasses and a pool stick striking a cue ball, but Sigrid didn’t mind. In fact, she welcomed the noise and the chaos. It was so unlike the usual places she frequented with her friends, with its neon beer signs illuminating the room in odd colors and the peeling paint on the walls, that she found herself finally starting to loosen up from the day’s events.

“Are you feeling any better?” Tauriel asked her, with a look of pity that she would have hated if the girl hadn’t been her best friend.

“Yes,” she sighed. “No. I don’t know.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.” Sigrid swirled her straw in her vodka cranberry. When she’d first called Tauriel just an hour before, she’d been so overwhelmingly furious that she’d been close to tears. Now that the anger had ebbed away and she was thinking with a little more clarity, she just felt…helpless. “This was a good idea. Coming to this place.” She motioned to the crowded bar. “Dad wouldn’t think to check here.”

“I figured you’d want an escape for the night.” Tauriel’s mouth curved into a smile as she too glanced around the packed room.  “Somewhere no one would recognize you. We can drink a little too much and be nicely hungover for that thing in the morning with our dads.”

Sigrid groaned. Right. They had some brunch event tomorrow which meant false smiles and pointless conversations. Dread filled her. Her life had recently started to become a cage. She was tired of the media scrutiny. Tired of the events and commitments. Tired of the boring people with fake smiles. Tired of the men who complimented her and pressed too close to her, only because they wanted to know her father. The cage she lived in was shrinking by the day and with her father’s words from earlier looming over her…well, if she didn’t do something to bend the bars of her enclosure it would suffocate her completely.

“Thank you.” Sigrid took a slow sip from her drink. The alcohol brought with it a welcoming warmth to her chest. “How did you find it?”

Tauriel’s grin grew wicked. Out of the two of them, she’d always been the most rebellious. Adoptive daughter of one of her father’s most trusted career partners, Tauriel had been raised in a life of luxury that she never took for granted or let go to waste. Unlike Sigrid, who’s life had been thrusted into the spotlight much later in life was much for cautious and reserve, Tauriel had learned long ago the best ways to sneak around.

“Do you remember that man I met?”

Sigrid paused. “Which one?”

Tauriel gave her sharp shove, slightly sloshing both their drinks. Sigrid laughed.

“Not funny. You know which one. The one I met last week.”

“Ah, yes.” Sigrid remembered the half-screaming voice message she’d gotten last Sunday morning. “The mystery man who-what was that you said in your message-gave you a total of four orgasms before he even took it out of his pants? That one?”

“Yes! Good memory. Well, we’ve been texting all week-.”

“Hang on.” Sigrid swallowed down part of her drink too quickly and let out a slight cough. “I thought that was a onetime thing?”

“It was supposed to be, but we had exchanged numbers and we’ve had some really great conversations. Who am I to ignore what could be fate? You know, he’s a Leo.  We’re practically destined to be together.”

Sigrid rolled her eyes. Tauriel was almost as obsessed with star signs and cosmic energy as she was with attracting with male attention. Not that Sigrid judged her for any of it. In fact, she had always been slightly envious of the confidence Tauriel emitted anytime she stepped into a room. Tauriel was gorgeous. With a tall, lean frame and flaming red hair that flowed down her back in waves, she commanded any space she occupied. It was a talent Sigrid had yet to pick up on. Not that she thought herself to be unattractive, but she wasn’t nearly as exciting to look at when her fawn-colored hair and brown eyes were next to her best friend.

“So, what then? You want to date him? Officially?”

Tauriel shrugged lightly, before finishing her drink. “Maybe.”

“Oh, Tar.” Sigrid swirled her drink again. “You can’t be serious? I know for a fact your only criteria for the men you pick up are ones that would piss your father off if he ever found out. Do you really think he’d let you get away with actually dating one of them?”

It was Tauriel’s turn to roll her eyes. “My dating life isn’t near as restrictive as yours. My father runs a business. Your father is the governor. Two completely different scenarios.”

“Your father owns most of the businesses in the state,” Sigrid corrected.

“Same thing.” Tauriel leaned across the table to grip Sigrid’s tanned wrist with a pale hand. “Listen, I’m not asking for your approval. My father has made himself pretty clear. As long as I stay away from anyone with the last name Durin, I can do what I want. He has my brother to be the pretty face of the company, after all.”

Sigrid gave a short laugh. She’d never given the idea any thought, but she wondered what her father would do if she walked through the front doors of their house with someone from the Durin family on her arms. Likely disown her.

“If you’re really against meeting him, I can ask him not to come,” Tauriel continued, still holding Sigrid wrist with a soft grip. “We already had plans to meet here tonight and I thought you could use the distraction-.”

“No. No, don’t cancel.” Sigrid held her hand back in a tight grasp, smiling sweetly. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a bitch. You’re right. Meeting your very generous, not-one night stand is exactly the kind of distraction that I need.”

Tauriel beamed. “You’re going to love him. He’s so funny and witty and oh my god his eyes and he’s got this accent-.”

“Maybe he has brother,” Sigrid mumbled, as she finished her drink.

“Well, I don’t know about a brother, but I do think you’ve got the right idea.” Tauriel’s mischievous grin was back and she peered around the bar, before leaning in to speak quietly. “You should get laid. Theres a ton of people in here tonight. Surely one of them-.”

“I do not want to have sex with anyone in here,” Sigrid interrupted, following Tauriel’s gaze around the room. “I just want to have a few drinks and forget how absolutely infuriating my dad is for one evening.”

“Oh please. That is exactly what you need. Your father has been controlling every move you’ve made for years and after what he said today-well, empower yourself with that! Remind yourself you’re your own woman. Be bold tonight. You can do whatever you want. You can do whoever you want.”

“You’re insane,” Sigrid laughed, shaking her head. “Sex might solve your life’s problems, but it won’t solve mine.”

“That’s because you’ve never had good sex. Believe me, good sex can fix anything.”

Sigrid grimaced. She hated that it was true. In her experience, sex was fine. Fine. How pathetic was it that the only word she could think of to describe what was supposed to be a euphoric experience was fine? But since her father’s election, the only men that she had access to were so incredibly boring, it wasn’t too surprising her few times being intimate were rather lackluster.  But Tauriel had a point. She had been angry-was angry-at her life. Her cage. Maybe giving herself one night where she was her own person making her own decisions was what she needed to survive her reality.

“I’m not going to say you might be right, because I’d hate to inflate your ego, but I will consider what you said.” Sigrid raised herself slightly in her stool, looking through the crowd. “So, where is mystery man?”

Tauriel glanced at her watch. “He should be here anytime.”

“Well, I’m in need of another drink.” Sigrid hopped down from her stool. “If he gets here before I get back, don’t let him take my seat.”

Sigrid turned, elbowing through the crowd to the bar. Even in her beige heels, she wasn’t very tall; unlike Tauriel who was easily several inches taller than her. A part of her wished she had changed before Tauriel had picked her up. She was still wearing the high waisted skirt and white blouse she’d worn to the ribbon cutting ceremony that afternoon. It didn’t look right in the crowd of denim and leather, but she had been too upset at the time to care much about what she was wearing and no one around her seemed to care anyway.

Squeezing past a couple of women wearing bright red lipstick and smelling heavily of hairspray, Sigrid had just reached the long wooden bar when the person next to her turned suddenly, knocking her sideways. She let out a small squeak as she started to topple over, but an arm lashed out, snagging around her middle.

“Ah, shit. Sorry!” The words were deep, spoken in a slight accent she had trouble placing.

Her hands flew to the shoulders of the person who had grabbed her, digging in tightly as her torso bent backwards. The man who had run into her had nearly fallen over as well. He was wavering slightly, outstretching the beer in his free hand to keep it from spilling over them both.

“It’s okay,” she gasped. She slid her hands from his shoulders to his biceps to steady herself. They were flexed underneath her touch.

“You’re alright?”

The arm around her didn’t move and for the first time, Sigrid looked into his face and involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath.

He wasn’t taller than her. In fact, they were pretty evenly matched in height. If she were to kick off her shoes he might have had a couple inches on her, but his shoulders were broad. Strong looking. His hair was a shade of golden blonde, longer on top and matching his short beard perfectly. It was his eyes though that held most of her attention. They were so piercingly blue, she didn’t think she’d ever seen anything like it.

She nodded quickly, feeling loose curls fall around her face. She was still leaning away from him, but his arm was securing her in place. The man holding her was wearing a plain white shirt with a simple black jacket. Dark jeans and boots. Simply dressed, but maybe it was the broadness in his shoulders or the beard or the apparent age difference or just the alcohol cursing through her system, but Sigrid couldn’t seem to focus on anything but how good he looked “I’m fine.”

“You sure? I ran into you pretty hard.”

She nodded again and the arm around her middle disappeared. Dropping her hands from his biceps, she smoothed them down her skirt and tried to hide the fact they were shaking. “All good. Promise.”

“Let me at least buy you a drink to say sorry.”

She glanced behind her to see if Tauriel was watching, but the crowd was too thick for their table to be in view. Besides, her friend’s mystery man was likely already entertaining her. Sigrid doubted she’d be missed for at least a few minutes. “Sure.”

He motioned for her to lead, walking closely behind her. The smell of his cologne and what she thought to be leather wafted from him and Sigrid suddenly found she had to concentrate very hard on walking. There was a small space available in the corner and they took it quickly. With one shoulder resting against the wall and the other brushing the man’s arm, Sigrid felt goosebumps appear on her exposed skin as she sat on the only available stool. She ordered her drink, and he drained his beer, before ordering a second.

“You really don’t have to buy me a drink,” she told him as her second vodka cranberry was placed in front of her. “It was just an accident.”

“Maybe I ran into you on purpose, so I could guilt you into have a drink with him.” He leaned against the bar and winked at her. She felt her cheeks redden.

“Did you?”

“Nah.” He took a long sip from his beer. “I’m actually that clumsy.”

Sigrid snorted and the corner of his mustache quirked.

“First time here, right?”

She supposed it must have been obvious that she didn’t frequent biker bars, but she still found the question slightly insulting, nonetheless. Catching her straw in between her teeth, she felt her brows pull together. “How would you know this isn’t my regular spot?”

He smirked at the same time a long piece of blonde hair fell over his forehead. The appearance it gave him almost wasn’t fair. “Because this is myregular spot and trust me, I would have remembered you. Let me guess, you usually go to some of the spots downtown?”

“So, what if I do?”

He shrugged, bringing his beer back to his mouth. “Nothing. Just curious what brings a girl like you to the outskirts of the city.”

Sigrid didn’t answer right away. A part of her wanted to thank him for the drink and find Tauriel, while the other part was enjoying the way his arms looked holding himself him up on the bar far too much. It only took her a few seconds to find out which side of her was winning.

“My friend brought me,” she explained. “It’s kind of been a rough day and I didn’t want to go to any of my regular spots. I didn’t want anyone to find me there.”

“Relationship trouble?”

Sigrid grinned. “Is that your subtle way of asking if I’m single?”

“I wasn’t trying to be subtle about it.”

“No, not relationship trouble. I am verysingle.”

He looked at her for several moments, his eyes light looking over her face, before darting down to where her legs were crossed in front of him. Her skirt had ridden up her legs, exposing a good portion of her thighs. Sigrid felt the betraying goosebumps again and took in a deep breath, trying to will them away.

“What’s your name?” he finally asked after a few beats of silence.

“Sigrid. Yours?”

“Fili. And before you think of some smartass comment, I know. It’s a stupid name.”

 “I wasn’t going to say anything like that!” she replied, indignantly. Fili laughed, a low sound deep in in his chest and Sigrid felt herself smile from it. “I really wasn’t.”

“Well, you’re a nicer person than me. I think it’s stupid.” His eyes scanned over her again. A crease appeared on his forehead. “Sigrid? Do I know you from somewhere?”

He’d probably seen her face on the news, standing next to her father at some speech or charity event, but Sigrid had no plans to mention that. The whole point of the evening was to be somewhere she wasn’t known and she didn’t want to ruin it. So, she settled for giving him a coy smile and replying, “I thought you said you would have remembered me.”

“I definitely would have.” More people approached the bar on the other side of Fili, forcing him to take a half-step closer to her. At that point, Sigrid had turned fully in her stool, sitting upright against the wall at her back. Her bare knee brushed against him. “So, no relationship trouble. Fight with your mom?”

“My mom died.”

“Ouch. Do I lose points for that one?”

“I didn’t realize we were keeping points.” She swirled her drink playfully. “And no. No lost points. It was a long time ago.”

“Hm, we should form a dead parent club.” He raised his glass. “Dad. When I was six.”

Sigrid clinked her glass against his. “To dead parents.”

Fili took a long drink before looking over her again. “Alright, city girl winds up at biker bar on the outskirts of town because of a bad day.  Not a problem with a nonexistent boyfriend. Not a fight with your dead mom, which by the way you get a point for not being offended by that.” He glanced down at her figure again and Sigrid swore his blue eyes stayed on her bare legs a second longer than necessary. “At the risk of actually offending you, I’m going to assume you still have one parent around. Fight with your dad?”

“Two points for you,” she drawled over the rim of her glass. “I didn’t realize what a cliché I was.”

“Everyone’s a cliché at some point. I wouldn’t out too much stock into it,” he replied easily. “How bad of a fight was it? Repairable?”

“Yes,” she answered, trying to sound lighthearted. “My life is very…structured. I’ve known for a long time what’s expected of me, but I got a very heavy reminder of it today. I didn’t like it. So, I said some really unkind things in a really unkind way and ran out the door. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but everything will be fine. I’ll go home tomorrow and everything will go back to normal.”

Fili seemed to be listening carefully. When she finished speaking, he nodded slowly. “I know what you mean. Maybe not as intensely, but I’ve had things laid out for me for a long time. My uncle has this family business that I’m expected to take over. When I was younger, it used to scare me. Made me feel like I didn’t have any control over my life.”

“You don’t feel like that now?”

“Nah, not for a while. I realized I could still be me, you know? Just because this one piece of my life was laid out for me, didn’t really mean anything. I had just been a pretentious shit about it.”

Sigrid laughed. “Well, I do want to be a pretentious shit about my problems a little longer and avoid reality until tomorrow.” It was Fili’s turn to laugh. “So, do I get any points for that?”

“One. For your honesty.”

Her mouth fell open. “What? I gave you two!”

“Not my problem,” he shrugged. “You’ll just have to try a bit harder to earn some more.”

Sigrid glowered, but the gleaming in his eyes had her biting back a smile quickly. “Fine. How do you suggest I earn more?”

Fili leaned closer. He was now so close, that her crossed legs were completely resting against his side. Warmth flooded her, from her cheeks all the way down to her toes. The smell of his cologne grew stronger and something foreign twisted low in her stomach.

“Impress me.”

Sigrid swallowed thickly. “Um, I volunteer at the children’s home a few times a month. Do I get a point for that?”

Fili’s face twisted into disbelief. “You’re fucking with me.”

“I am not!” Sigrid laughed at the expression on his face. “I’m being serious. I really do. It started as a charity event but I just couldn’t stop myself from going back. That was a couple years ago and I’ve been going ever since.”

“Un-fucking believable.” Fili shook his head, laughing as he drank his beer. “I’m sorry, but I can’t figure out what the catch is. You’re gorgeous, funny and you volunteer with orphaned kids?” He raised his brow dramatically. “How in the hell are you single? What’s wrong with you? Are you crazy? Only have six months to live? What is it?”

Sigrid was pretty sure her entire face had gone red from his comment. Gorgeous. She wracked her brain trying to remember the last time a man had complimented her without knowing who her father was and she was coming up blank.

“My dating pool is pretty small, if you must know,” she confessed, giving him a hard look. “And the occupants are not very…stimulating.”

“Dating pool,” he repeated. He gave her a skeptical look. “Care to elaborate?”

“No,” she smirked. “So, do I get a point for being a selfless volunteer or not?”

“Yeah, yeah. Take your point you little do-gooder.” He sighed dramatically, dropping a hand to rest on her bare knee. Sparks shot at the touch and she struggled to keep her face passive as heat from his hand seeped through her. “I think that puts you in the lead. I’ll have to even it up.”

She smiled sweetly, although a voice inside her head was screaming because his callused thumb had started to move on the inside of her knee. “Oh, really? How do you plan to do that?”

“Impress you.” Pressure appeared under his fingertips as he gently gripped her knee. Sigrid kept her sweet smile in place but could feel her face blushing. Fili must have seen it too, because he smirked before finishing off his beer. “Let me take you out for dinner.”

Sigrid lifted a brow. “It’s a little late for dinner.”

“Hm, you’re right.” Fili frowned in mock disappointment. “I guess it’ll have to be breakfast in the morning.”

“It’s an awful long time until morning.”

“True.” He jerked his head in the direction of the exit. “We could pass the time at my place.”

Sigrid felt her breath catch in her throat. Isn’t this what she had been hoping for? An evening to prove she was still her own person? Could make her own choices? A night where she wasn’t herself? Tauriel had said good sex could solve everything and Sigrid had never had it to be able to say otherwise. Besides, she it wasn’t as if she didn’t want to. The hand on her knee was still practically burning through her skin and Fili was looking at her with those piercing blue eyes. Looking at her like he wanted her. The thought that someone wanted her, just her, made a wanting heat burn low in her stomach and she wanted nothing more than for the man in front of her to satisfy it.

Bold. Tauriel had said to be bold.

Shit. Tauriel.

“Oh my god.” She leapt from her stool and Fili immediately dropped his hand from her knee. Raising on the tips of her heels, she tried to peer through the crowd. “I can’t believe I forgot-.”

“It’s completely fine. You can just say no.” Fili had lost his cocky grin and was looking at her with almost a panicked expression. He started to take a step back. “I think I misunderstood-.”

“No! No, no.” Sigrid grabbed his hand in both of hers. “That’s not what I meant. You didn’t misunderstand anything. I am such an idiot. I left my friend at our table and I meant to go back sooner. Give me two minutes, okay? She’s with some guy and I just want to check in with her real quick.”

The panic on his face melted. The half-grin was back. He pulled his hand out of her grasp, snatching it around her waist as he had when they first met and yanked her tightly against him. “Just in case you run out on me.”

Sigrid hadn’t even fully registered what he said before he pressed his mouth to hers. It didn’t last long. A couple seconds, at most, of her mouth moving against his but time itself seemed to slow down. There was nothing-absolutely nothing-but his beard and mustache scratching against her skin and his fingers digging into her hip. No crowded bar. No music.

He pulled away all too soon and Sigrid let out a shaky breath. “You can have a point for that.”

He laughed deeply, unwinding his arm from around her. “Find your friend. My brother is running around here somewhere. I’m going to let him know I’m leaving. Meet you out front?”

She nodded and they both went separately into the crowd. The bar had gotten busier since she’d left Tauriel at their table. It took her several minutes to remember which direction to go and then to find the table itself. Shoving past a group of men in leather jackets, she finally found her best friend exactly where she had left her.

“I’m so so so sorry.” Sigrid tried to force as much desperation in her voice as possible as she elbowed next to the table. “I didn’t mean to be gone so long.”

“Oh, please.” Tauriel’s face twisted into that same mischievous smile, her eyes glinting. “I saw that guy bump into you and follow you to the bar. You’re lucky my date found me pretty quickly after, otherwise I would have come and interrupted.”

“Off course you would have, “Sigrid deadpanned. “Listen, I’m going to be quick-wait. Where’s mystery man?”

Tauriel glanced around at the crowded bodies. “You just missed him. He got a text from someone he came with-his friend or cousin or something-and went to find him real fast.”

“Well,” Sigrid started. “I will not be able to able to meet him tonight. Don’t freak out, but-.”

Tauriel let out a gasping shriek that made several heads turn their way. “Shut up! Are you going home with that guy?”

Sigrid nodded, biting her lip excitedly. Her best friend let out another shriek, before thumping both of her hands on the table. “I knew this is what you needed! Where is he?”

“He’s meeting me out front. He’s probably already out there. It took me awhile to find you.”

“Oh my God. Okay. Ground rules. If the vibes are off when you get there, call me right away.”

“I will.”

“Remember, you can say no at anytime.”

“Noted.”

“And be safe! Make sure he wraps it up.”

“Thank you,” Sigrid grimaced. “Have fun with mystery man.”

Tauriel winked and Sigrid began elbowing her way to the front. It was so crowded, she lost sight of Tauriel only after a few steps. She had just started to shove through a group, when familiar hands appeared on either side of her waist. Fili emerged behind her, keeping a tight hold on her as he helped guide her through the crowd. Sigrid was hyperaware of everything; the fingertips burning through her blouse, his chest occasionally brushing against her back, and the smell of his. God. Damn. Cologne.

He kept both hands on her until they finally reached the exit and he freed one to shove open the door ahead of her. She was immediately greeted with a cool, night breeze. It might have been summer, but it was late and they were close enough to the harbor that the air had a chill to it. The sky above them was pitch black, but the parking lot was filled with glowing, neon lights, small groups chatting loudly and cigarette smoke.

“Did you find your friend?” Fili had dropped her waist, but she could feel the whisper of a hand hovering low on her back as they crossed the parking lot.

She nodded. “Did you find your brother?”

“He was pretty annoyed I interrupted him.” He looked sideways at her and grinned. “He was talking to some girl. I think he’s met her before, though.”

They approached a row of motorcycles and Sigrid froze. Any ounce of confidence she thought she had mustered up went flying from her in an instant. Fili kept moving, walking up to one she couldn’t even begin to think the name of, before stopping and jerking his head for her to come forward.

Sigrid remained where she was standing.

“Don’t tell me I’m losing a point for riding a bike.” He grabbed the helmet. “Aren’t girls supposed to be into this kind of thing?”

“I don’t want to die.”

His expression dulled and he approached again. Ignoring her crossed arms and hard look, he unceremoniously shoved the helmet over her head.

“You’re not going to die. If anything, I’ll be the one dying because you’ve stolen my helmet. Happy?”

Sigrid made a discontented noise, but didn’t say anything as Fili shrugged out of his jacket and slipped it over her shoulders. He was much broader than she was and it hung awkwardly from her , but it protected her from the chilly night better than her blouse had done. After making sure her helmet was secure, Fili got onto his back and gave her expecting look.

“But I’m wearing skirt.” It almost came out as whine.

“I’ve noticed.” Fili seemed to be fighting against a smile. “We can walk if you want, but that would take half the night and I have other things I’d rather be doing.”

Bold. Be bold.

Sigrid obeyed, wrapping her arms so firmly around his middle she had a quick thought that she might have been hurting him. If she was, he didn’t say anything.

“If neither of us die on the way there, you can have your point back.”

He laughed deeply. Enough so, that Sigrid could feel it vibrate in his chest. Closing her eyes and breathing deeply, she focused on nothing but his smell and the feel of holding him tightly as the bike roared to life beneath them.

It didn’t take them long to reach his apartment. Sigrid held onto him with a death drip the entire time, but he didn’t seem to mind. There had been a couple times at red lights that his hand had appeared on her thigh that was squeezed on his side. Her skirt had ridden up impossibly short, but she had an inkling that he didn’t care about that either.

The building they pulled up to didn’t seem to be an apartment building. A large garage door opened and when he pulled inside, they were surrounded by long benches lined with tools. Sigrid gazed at it as she unwound her arms and slid off the back of the bike. It wasn’t until Fili had taken the helmet from her head that she put together the wide, garage doors and business-like glass door.

“Is this a mechanic shop?”

“Yeah. My place is above it.”

She looked back over the building again. “You own it? I thought you were taking over some family business?”

“I will.” He shifted the helmet under his arm. “My uncle’s business involves owning a lot of other places. This one is just mine and my brother’s. Something for us to practice with.”

“Wow.” She turned to face him, hugging his jacket close. “So, is this your weekend play? Run into girls, buy them a drink, then show them your cool bike and shop? Not that I’m judging. I’m just curious how often this works for you.”

“If I told you how long it’s been since I brought a girl back here, you’d probably take a point away.” He gave her a lopsided grin and there was another flash of warmth in her middle. “Good to know I give off the air of someone who does this often though.”

“Oh, you don’t do this often?” Sigrid eyed him, returning his grin. “That’s too bad. I was hoping for a good time tonight.”

“Woah, woah. Hang on.” Fili’s face hardened as he turned to face her fully. “Whoever said you weren’t going to have a good time?”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “You just said you don’t do this often-.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Hm.” She looked him up and down. His jaw noticeably stiffened. “I’ve never had a one-night stand before, you know. So, I kind of had high hopes for you.”

He moved closer, close enough Sigrid could have closed the difference between their mouths without moving her feet.

“Did you?”

“Mhm. My roommate told me a story of a guy she met last weekend. Apparently, she was pretty impressed. Something about four orgasms?”

“Only four?” The helmet clattered to the ground. Sigrid didn’t even have time to move before he’d sunk low, his rough palms grasping the back of her thighs. A noise escaped the back of her throat, but she instinctively wrapped her legs around his middle and grasped his shoulders. When he spoke, it was low. The sound scraped against every nerve ending in body. The small amount of heat that had been flickering inside of her burst into roaring flames. “Amateur.”

Sigrid laughed, before it was cut off by Fili’s mouth capturing hers.

***

She woke slowly. Exhaustion still weighed down her body, but there was a heavy arm slung around her middle and a warm breath in her hair and Sigrid knew she’d have a hard time falling back asleep. Nestling down into Fili’s pillow, she pulled the blankets tighter around her herself and the arm cradling her tightened slightly.

Sigrid’s back slammed into the door of the apartment. It’d taken them several minutes just to get up the damn metal steps. Somewhere close to her hip, Fili’s free hand was desperately trying to unlock the door, but was having difficulty as he couldn’t seem to tear his mouth away from hers. Not that Sigrid minded. Her entire world had filed down to the scratch of his beard on her skin and his tongue sweeping onto her mouth. Sparks were firing from everywhere his skin met hers; the hand holding the side of her face, his lips, the press of his hip against hers. It all was leading to a burning pressure between her legs.

The door swung open. She gripped her hands on the base of his skull as he picked her up again and kicked the door shut behind them.

There was a groan in her hair and Sigrid smiled slightly, still refusing to open her eyes.

“’Morning.” Fili’s voice was gravelly. It should have been embarrassing how just the sound of it made her stomach twist, but she didn’t care. Unashamedly, Sigrid slightly moved against him and he made the same groaning noise again. “Don’t be starting anything you don’t want to finish.”

A stack of papers scattered onto the kitchen floor. Sigrid was vaguely aware of knocking over a bowl, but her top had somehow disappeared and Fili’s hand holding her breast had every ounce of her attention. Ripping her mouth from his and gasping in a much needed breath, she leaned her head back against the kitchen cabinets, but Fili didn’t stop his attack. A hand held the side of her head as he groped her chest in the same rhythm that his mouth was sucking along her pulse point. He’d stepped in between her legs as soon as he’d shoved her onto the kitchen counter, but she widened them further as his hand forced her to expose more of her neck.

The hand overtop her bra vanished and she nearly whined from the loss of contact, but it appeared again under her skirt. Sigrid gasped again as his fingers swiped upwards, dangerously close to the apex of her thighs.

“You sure?” The words were demanded against her smooth skin. Sigrid nodded pitifully, but it must not have been enough for him, because he forced her to look at him. The bright blue eyes were gone, replaced with something dark and burning that had Sigrid unraveling beneath their gaze. “Sigrid?”

“Yes.”

The words were barely out of her mouth and he was kissing her again with a sharp fierceness. In fact, the kiss was so dizzying, Sigrid didn’t notice his hand moving upwards again until it pushed aside her underwear. Her nails dug into his skin.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growled into her mouth, his accent far more pronounced than before. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Where-,” she breathed. His hand had started to move between her legs and a whine interrupted her thought. “Where is your accent from?”

“Born in Auckland.” His mouth was on her jaw, moving slowly to a soft spot below her ear. The noise that came from her was horrific. She could feel Fili’s smirk on her skin. “Moved to Dublin when I was six. Moved here a few years later.”

A finger slipped inside her and Sigrid forgot she had even asked a question.

Sigrid turned under the covers, while Fili rolled onto his back. Tucked under his arm, she cuddled comfortably into his side. His chest was rising and falling slowly, and Sigrid took the opportunity to slowly open her eyes. The room was illuminated by one single beam of sunlight slipping past the curtains. Clothes scattered the floor; his jeans, her skirt, his boots. She wasn’t sure what had happened to her shoes and blouse. Probably somewhere in the front room still.

“Well, that’s two.” Fili spoke the words against the corner of her mouth. Sigrid was still gasping for breath as the ripples of pleasure resided, but she was pretty sure his mouth was turned upwards. He pulled his hand from between her legs and she whimpered. “How should we take care of the next one?”

Next one. In her past sexual encounters, she was lucky if she even finished, but Fili had just brought her to climax twice on his kitchen counter with nothing more than his hand. A part of her felt slightly guilty that he hadn’t gotten anything out of it and he must have seen it on her face. “I need to give you some bragging material. Can’t have your roommate outdoing us.”

Sigrid’s mouth curved upwards and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he hoisted her from the counter. She had no sense of direction. No idea of their surroundings. All she was aware of was his mouth on hers and his hands on her waist, guiding her backwards down a dark hallway. Her back hit a wall. Still only wearing her bra and skirt, the contact on the cold surface made her jump and something that had been hanging shattered to the ground.

She broke their kiss, but Fili’s mouth didn’t leave her skin. “I’m so-.”

“Leave it.” He said the words next to her ear and Sigrid giggled against the sensation.

“Hang on,” she ordered, lightly shoving him away, laughing softly as she squatted down to pick it up. It was a framed diploma, half of the glass shattered on the wood floor. “Oh, your degree. I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you a new frame.”

“It really doesn’t matter.” He went to take it out of her hands, leaning in for another kiss, but Sigrid had read the writing on the paper and yanked the broken frame back in front of her. He froze, the heat disappearing from his features as he looked at her with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“This is yours?”

“Yes,” he answered, slowly. “Why?”

“Like this is your actual, legal name?”

His face deadpanned. “Okay, I already said I have a stupid name-.”

“This is really your last name?”

Fili nodded, obviously still confused and worried, but Sigrid couldn’t help herself. She just started laughing. Looking down at the diploma and the large font that plainly said ‘Fili Durin, MS in Business Analytics’ in the middle, she couldn’t stop herself. Tears were forming in her eyes and even though she was standing in a glass covered hallway, in nothing but a bra and skirt, with the most attractive man she ever met, Sigrid couldn’t stop.

“What is going on?” he asked. He yanked the degree out of her hands and glanced down at it like he was trying to understand what was happening. “Are you okay?”

“My last name is Bowman,” she explained in between laughter. She wiped her eyes. “As in Bard Bowman. I’m-.”

“Oh, fuck.” Fili’s eyes went wide as the realization. “You’re the governor’s daughter.”

Sigrid let another choke of laughter and doubled over. “Our families hate each other!”

“What were you doing on our side of town?” he demanded, but his own face was glowing in amusement. He tossed the broken frame somewhere down the hallway. “Jesus Christ, Sigrid.”

“My friend I came with is Thranduil’s daughter.” Sigrid had to wipe her eyes a second time. “We didn’t want to be recognized.”

“My uncle hates him more than your dad.” Fili was laughing now too. He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe her cheeks.

“You want to know what the best part is,” she heaved, struggling to breathe through the snorts of laughter. “That fight we got into? It was because I don’t want to date anyone in his political circle. They’re so unbelievably boring, but he wants me with someone that’ll give the family a good image and-and-.” She couldn’t continue through the laughing.

Fili laughed openly with her, scooping her up again and kissing her fiercely even through her giggles. “And now you’re about to be fucked by his worst enemy’s nephew.”

His boots crunched over the broken glass as he carried her into his bedroom, laughing and kissing her all the way.

“Did you sleep alright?”

Sigrid glanced up at him. His eyes were still closed and his blond hair was sticking up at funny angles.

“Mhm.” She raised herself up slightly, resting her chin on her hands close to his face. “Did you?”

“I did,” he answered in a low voice, slowly peaking open his eyes to look at her. They were still heavy with sleep. “Until my brother got home with his date. Be thankful you slept through that.”

She breathed a laugh, laying her head back down on his warm a chest. A rough hand slipped under the shirt was wearing-a shirt of his-and moved slowly up and down her spine.

Her skirt had been thrown somewhere across the room. Bouncing slightly as Fili tossed her down on the bed, she had the perfect view as he stood before her and shrugged out of his shirt. Greeted with the sight of him shirtless, chest heaving, and giving her that look of wanting she desired so much, Sigrid was practically salivating as she waited for him to climb on top of her.

Instead, he grabbed her behind her knees and yanked her body towards the edge of his bed. She threw her head back onto his comforter as he leaned over her, pressing open mouth kisses from her neck, then to the top of her breasts. At the same time, his hands were on her hips, fingertips hooking into the top of her underwear. Pushing away the momentary flush of insecurity, Sigrid raised her hips as he slid them down her legs. She shivered as the most heated part of her came into contact with the cool air, but his mouth had appeared on her skin again. His beard scratched in between her breasts and then above her belly button. Sigrid squirmed as he dragged it lower, his tongue swirling low on her stomach as he sunk to his knees in front of her-.

Sigrid jerked and Fili had the sense to grab her knee in a fast, bruising grip before it smashed into the side of his face. She sat upright, face and chest flushing the deepest shade of red as she looked down at him.

“What are you doing,” she demanded, but it came out too breathily to have the affect she wanted.

Fili still had the iron grip on her knee, but when he spoke, it was with slow, calculated words. “Do you not want me to?”

She swallowed thickly. She could feel the embarrassment leaking out of her as she just continued to look at him kneeled in front of her.

“In your small dating pool you mentioned,” he started, slowly. The hand on her knee slowly loosened. His thumb moved in careful, comforting circles. “Did any of those ‘not very stimulating’ occupants every do this?”

She shook her head.

“Would you let me try? I promise if you don’t like I’ll stop. You just say the word.”

She contemplated a moment. Bold. She was supposed to be bold tonight and he did look awfully good in front of her like that. So, taking a deep breath, she laid back down on the comforter and forced her legs to relax.

His mouth moved on the knee she’d almost blackened his eye with, moving upwards at a slow pace.

“You know,” he started, again. His mouth was on her thigh, his voice vibrating on the sensitive skin. Sigrid whimpered and she felt that stupid, cocky grin again. “I hear the beard helps with this sort of thing.”

She was about to ask what he meant, but then his tongue licked up her center and her world went white.

Sigrid didn’t know how long she laid on him like that, but gradually the sounds of traffic grew louder and more frequent and the single beam of sunlight became brighter. Raising herself on her elbow, she found Fili already watching her. Smiling, she swung a leg over waist and sat on top of him and giggled as he let out a groan.

“This is bringing back fond memories.” He hitched up the shirt hanging off of her, splaying his hands on her side. “Ready for round two?”

Still smiling, she leaned forward until her mouth was brushing his. “I have to go.”

Damp, loose hairs stuck to her forehead as she grabbed his face with both hands, molding her mouth to his. His beard and mustache were damp, and she could taste herself as his breath filled her. He’d climbed on top of her moments before, ripping her bra off her and kicking off his jeans and boxers beforehand. As he kissed her back, one of his hands was digging frantically in the drawer of his nightstand.

“What are we up to?” He ripped a foil packet with his teeth, before his hand disappeared between them. “Five?”

“I have no idea,” she breathed.

She felt the blunt head of him at her entrance. Just as she prepared herself, Fili rolled until she was straddling his waist. Sigrid’s hand splayed on his hair-covered chest, more red and heat flushing her face.

“I plan on getting a couple more out of you,” he explained, his eyes travelling up every inch of her exposed body. “This will make it a bit eas-holy shit, Sigrid.”

The words had come out of clenched teeth. She’d gripped him at his base, before rising up and sinking down onto him in one fluid motion. She’d let out an ungodly moan as she stretched to accommodate him. The hands on her sides were digging in so hard she knew there would be marks in the morning, but no movement came from underneath her. Through the haze of building pleasure, she looked down and saw every muscle in Fili’s arms were flexed as he held her. His jaw was clenched tightly and understanding dawned on her.

He was waiting for her to move first.

Using the hands on his chest for balance, Sigrid knew she’d never forget the noise that left his throat as she ground hips into him.

“Go?” A crease appeared on his forehead. “What happened to letting me take you out for breakfast?”

“I have a brunch thing later and I think we slept in-,” her eyes trailed to the clock on his nightstand and her stomach dropped. “Oh my god, we really slept in. Is that seriously the time?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Fili swung his head around to look at the clock too, but she was already scrambling off the bed. Tauriel was going to kill her. She should have called her ages ago to come pick her up. They were both going to show up late and their fathers would be asking questions.

Wicked satisfaction swirled in her chest at the remembrance of who exactly she spent the night with.

“I need my phone.” She’d found her skirt on top of his dresser. Fili had jumped off the bed as well and had just yanked on a pair of sweats. He started looking around the floor, before tossing her cell to her. “Do you see my underwear?”

“At least give me your number before you leave,” he said as he started ripping the blankets off the bed. “Fuck, where did I throw them?”

Sigrid was already zipping her skirt. Fili, who’d been looking under his bed, appeared holding her lacy blue underwear. Sigrid made a grab for them, but he held them out of her reach.

“Number first.”

“Seriously,” she hissed. “Fili, we-you know we can’t.”

“Why not?” he shrugged indifferently. “It could be fun.”

Sigrid nearly argued further, but the simple truth was she didn’t want to.

“Fine.” She grabbed a pen from the open drawer of his nightstand, before grabbing his arm and writing the number to cellphone across his forearm. The underwear dropped in front of her and she quickly put them on. She shoved her phone underneath her ear as it started to ring. “You realize we’re going to be in so much trouble for this.”

He grinned, grabbing her chin gently. “That’s what’ll be so fun about it.”

The ringing on her phone stopped and a voice appeared. “Hello?”

“I am so late. I know,” Sigrid said defensively into the phone. “I’m ready for you to come get me-.”

She swung open the door to Fili’s bedroom, intent on retrieving her shirt and her shoes from wherever they had vanished, but the door across from her opened at the same time. Tauriel stood in front of her, wearing the same pair of leggings she had on at the bar last night, but was sporting a t-shirt with ‘Dale Archery Team’ splayed across it in large letters. Her flaming hair was frizzy and she too had her phone raised to her ear.

Sigrid thought she might have tears in her eyes as pleasure erupted from every nerve in her body. She had her arms wrapped so dangerously tight around Fili’s shoulders, she would have wondered how he was managing to breathe if she had been capable of thinking about anything.

Sweat was covering her skin and was glistening on Fili as well. He was propping himself up with one arm, while the other was snagged tightly around her waist as he thrusted upwards. But the movements were losing their rhythm and Sigrid was still coming down from her high as he suddenly flipped them, driving into her with an unrelenting force.

Her nails bit into his shoulder as he buried his face into her neck, cursing loudly as his hips gave a few final, deep thrusts. Then, there was stillness.

There was no sound in the room other than their breathing. Sigrid brushed her fingers over the sweaty strands of his hair, trailing them down his neck as they both caught their breath. Fili, who’d been holding himself up on his elbows, pulled himself from her and a tiny noise escaped her.

“You’re alright?” The low voice was oddly calm compared to the things he’d groaned into her ear the past several minutes. Sigrid smiled tiredly and nodded. He disappeared from the bed, but she’d rolled over and couldn’t see him. She heard him dispose of the condom and then rummage in his dresser. A moment later, his weight appeared next to her on the bed. He’d thrown on a pair of boxers and had laid a shirt next to her. “Stay the night?”

She only seemed to be capable of nodding. Slipping on the shirt, Sigrid was falling asleep before her head even hit the pillow. Weight appeared on her side, and it took her a moment to realize he’d slung an arm around her. Scooting back to press her back to him, Sigrid had the thought that she could have get used to going to sleep like that.

“You can have infinity points for that,” she mumbled into the pillow.

The last memory she had before exhaustion over took her was Fili’s quiet laughter behind her.

“Tar-?”

“Sig-?”

A man appeared next to Tauriel. Black hair and stubble speckling his jaw, he looked slightly younger than Fili, who appeared over her shoulder. They might have had different hair colors, but Sigrid noticed the similarity in their bone structure immediately.

“This is the mystery guy?” Sigrid demanded as she shoved her cell phone in her pocket. She shot Fili a look. “My best friend has been hooking up with your brother!”

“I didn’t know!” Fili glared across the hallway at the man next to Tauriel. “What the hell are you doing messing around with Thranduil’s daughter?”

“Hey, I didn’t find out until last night.” His brother raised his hands defensively, before sending Sigrid a wide grin. He stretched hand out across the hallway. “Kili. Nice to meet you. Congratulations on ending this one’s dry spell.” His eyes landed back on Fili. “And what are you going on about? From what I hear, I could say the same thing about Bard’s daughter.”

Fili’s face glowered towards his brother and Sigrid bit back a grin.

“You slept with Kili’s brother?” Tauriel’s mouth was still gaping openly, but it was slowing beginning to curve upwards. “Why didn’t you say last night-?”

“I didn’t know either.” Sigrid looked at the man next to her and then the couple across the hall. “Well, this is great. We’re all being disowned.”

“Sounds like a good time. It’s been a while since we’ve made that vein in Thorin’s temple pop out, eh brother?” His accent was thicker than Fili’s, more Irish sounding. Sigrid imagined Tauriel hearing it in the bar for the first time and knew instantly what had gotten her friend so interested in him. “Weren’t you girls late for something?”

Shit.

They both darted down the hall.

“Glass!” Fili yelled after them and Sigrid sidestepped the mess she’d made the night before.

She found her heels by the front door and her top was laying on the kitchen counter. She didn’t take off the one Fili had loaned her though. She was just slipping into her shoes, when Fili came from down the hallway, holding out her bra. On the other side of the room, Tauriel and Kili were making plans to see each other again.

“Should I hold this hostage too?” He swung the bra around his finger.

Sigrid snatched it out of his hands, right before he grasped either side of her face. He kissed her softly, his mouth moving with hers slowly for only a few seconds before he pulled away. Sigrid raised her free hand, overlapping one of his on her cheeks.

“I had a really nice time.” Sigrid leaned into his touch as spoke. She was already wondering if he would really call her later. “Thanks for being a good one night stand.”

“You still haven’t had a one-night stand,” Fili told her in a quiet voice. “This isn’t over.”

Sigrid flushed as he kissed her again.

[hernakedmuse]

Wolf Moon

Word Count: 4,775

Warnings: It's very Rated M people, no minors no babies, this is going to be gory and sexual, this chapter only talk about sexual situations are mentioned.

Synopsis: I'm starting a couple series, one of them is a Twilight series, this one is Jasper x OC, my own OC named Kira Varady who is part witch and part Child of the Moon. I mix my own myths in here and in my Twilight they have fangs, sorry and they cry blood like True Blood.

Jasper feels constantly feeling lonely, he loves his family but he can't completely be himself with them they don't understand, and while Alice is a warm body (figure of speech), she doesn't have his heart, something that he thinks he lost long ago, until a pretty redhead sits down next to him in English.

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Kira

I would hate to live here.

I mean, I know Port Angeles is not Seattle but it at least has restaurants…I see not one restaurant here unless you count that little diner. I can understand why I smell some supernatural sort of thing here, something saccharine like diabetic. It’s the perfect sort of seclusion for a non-human to hide out, but so is Port Angeles, only Port Angeles has bars, restaurants, bookstores, movie theaters, stores beside ones that focus on camping.

But starting senior year thereafter what happened…that isn’t an option for me. The thought of walking those halls again makes me so sick to my stomach that I get a dizzy spell, and not a lot of things take me down. That day in May, it’ll be one I’ll never forget.

Will I miss seeing my friends? Of course, especially my very best one, Zach. How could I not miss someone who is uninhibitedly your best friend, someone who knows everything about you, including the bad…especially the bad. And Zachary Allison wholeheartedly accepts it, even embraces it a little. I love him for it, I’ll miss him for it. Sure I’ll see him outside of school, but when you’re a teenager most of your days are consumed by those walls, and I’ll be seeing those diamond blue eyes everyday.

I rolled down the window of my 1989 black Jeep Cherokee. The Cranberries poured out of my car, Empty wasn’t blasting like some obnoxious kid who thinks they’re in a movie, just loud enough for me to enjoy. It’s a clean car, and has a cherry tree hanging from the mirror along with pink fuzzy dice. My aunt got it for me for my 16th birthday, she’s too busy with her bookstore to take me to a lot of places. I parked in the absolute back of the parking lot of Forks High School, speed wasn’t a problem for me, and I needed time to sulk away from a crowd before dragging my feet in. New jail ,same sentence. 

I’m not much of a school girl, grades aren’t important to me, and college is the farthest thing from my mind. I know plenty of people like me, well not people…plenty of them are well respected scholars, but I really don’t know what I’m doing or going to do. People think once you’re 17 you’ll just have it, I don’t, maybe next year I’ll live in Budapest to stay close to my dad, I need to practice my astral projection anyway and my Hungarian is tökéletes.

I nursed my cold to-go cup of coffee, it’s French Vanilla and rose from my Aunt’s bookstore. Topped with whipped cream and a soft dusting of cinnamon, but I can’t drink it now. I did eat my croissant breakfast sandwich though, sausage, a folded egg, white american cheese, and rose raspberry jam. 

I promised my Aunt Liz I wouldn’t be late, I promised I’d try though, make her feel like she didn’t screw me up. I checked my makeup in the mirror and looked down at my outfit of choice, a sheer lime green button down blouse, only two buttons in the middle done, the rest undone revealing a good portion of my stomach and cleavage, the sleeves are a little long and bell like, and underneath the sheer gossamer material was a cropped black camisole, it matches the black mini skirt that hugged my big hips and backside, I hate how big my ass is but it didn’t stop me from wearing pretty clothes, I guess I’m a masochist. A chain belt with a crescent moon charm dangled from the belt down to my thigh, and black knee high boots supported my feet. I kept the hot rollers in my hair for two hours this morning. My intense copper red hair is heavy and mostly straight, and its length down to my waist makes it easy to keep the body. My lips are too big and my face too round, maybe Heartthrob by Revlon will make it look more subtle. My eyes are bold like everything else on my face, hooded and liquid gold, my eyelashes accentuated by mascara and that’s all.

I sprayed on my Victoria’s Secret body mist and pulled on my leather bomber jacket that was a little too big for my frame and popped in a piece of spearmint Extra gum. I grabbed my pastel lilac Jansport that was bedazzled with a million band pins, and keychains of fuzzy creatures. I got out of the Jeep and made sure it was locked before walking to my doom, and Zach wasn’t there to keep me sane. I put my headphones on and put on my Candlebox CD. I need to block out the sound so I turn it up loud. 

I should turn it on, hear the voices, let them in. To get a feel of my surroundings, but it failed me before, it failed me with him. Haven’t turned it back on sense, but even when I turn it off I still hear some, and with very loud music I can tune it out. 

I couldn’t turn off my nose though, above the usual human flesh which only entices me around a certain time of the month there was that sickly, treacly, syrupy, cloying, sugary smell again. My stom ach turned and I added another piece of gum to suppress the nausea, I really couldn’t smell it, sometimes I’ll smell it when I go to the city, like Seattle, like San Francisco, like Paris, like Budapest. But never in Port Angeles, and in Forks I’m surprised that I smell it so strongly, especially now.

I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s someone, someone not human. But then…then, another scent hit me as I passed through the parking lot, something softly sweet, not fully sweet, but like sweet oranges, aquatic musk, there’s a warm hint of cozy fresh linens being singed by burning embers. It was the most incredible scent in the world! Her mouth water but not in hunger, but in a want, a need for comfort or to be wrapped in like a blanket.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, I didn’t realize I stopped until someone collided into me. Someone who smells like strawberries and freesia but cut nicely with earthy lavender. But she wasn’t on the menu this morning. “I’m so sorry!”

I opened my eyes to see a nervous girl, an apologetic brunette with silky chocolate hair and espresso brown eyes with remorseful, peach lips. “Well it’s awfully nice to meet you sorry, I’m Kira, do you know where the office is in a place like this?” I gave her a teasing smile.

The girl awkwardly laughed, the apology disappearing from her expression and her shoulders began to relax a little. We were both getting looks, probably because she was talking to the new girl, I pushed my headphones down from my copper head. “I’m actually Bella, and I don’t- I-I just moved here.”

I was surprised, she fit in here nicely. “So am I, are you from Portland or Seattle?”

She wore a look of amusement on her face, she has a nice simple face and pretty eyes, like something you’d see in Dutch art, that kind of beauty. “Actually I’m from Phoenix, Arizona.”

My eyes widened comically in shock, making the girl full on laugh now. She looked like what you imagine a Pacific Northwesterner to look like.

“I know, I swear I’m probably part albino.”

“But it’s pretty, like Snow White.” I winced. “Was that rude? Sometimes I talk like an idiot, I swear I can be pretty smart sometimes.”

My voice didn’t help, with its squeakish yet raspy quality, I sounded like a total airhead, or a sick baby.

“I’m sure you can be, but really it’s okay. Where are you from, California?”

“Um” I giggled. “Actually, I live an hour away, Port Angeles most of my life. Before that though, I was from San Francisco for a day.” I’m naturally olive and tan, people assume I’m a native of California a lot because of it, but it’s just my Romani heritage on my dad’s side.

“We should swap stories, tell everyone I’m from Port Angeles and you’re from Phoenix.” She smiled.

I grinned. “That is tempting, but I’ve never been to Phoenix. I wonder why they call it that, I never heard of firebirds there.” I joked, but Bella looked at me like she thought I was serious.

“Let's find the office, I bet he knows.” I walked over to a tall and cute Asian guy who looked like he was right out of Weezer. When he looked at me his eyes widened and I could smell his blood heat up and hear his heart speed up, I could smell his arousal and saw his eyes fall to my ample cleavage, my double D’s always are a bit of a problem I swear. “Hi, I’m Kira, and this is Bella-”

“Varady and Swan, yeah I’m Eric Yorkie, a junior.” He looked at Bella with interest before returning his gaze to me. I sort of swayed in my stance as I waited for him to continue. “I can tell you guys everything you need to know about Forks High School.” He’s very enthusiastic, so far people here are friendlier than at my old high school. 

“I’d love to know where the office is, you’re perfect for the job Eric.” His pupils dilated when I said his name and I couldn't help but laugh. “Hey, are you in a band? You look like an Indie rocker, like Weezer or Smashing Pumpkins or Panic!At the Disco.”

Eric Yorkie looked far too excited at that, I hope he wouldn’t take what I said too seriously. He’s nice and he doesn’t seem to be the most confident, I like people to feel good about themselves. “I-I am, I am totally the right guy for that job- for any job!”

I giggled. “Great, come on Bella!”

Eric showed us the shortcut to the front office, taking us to Mrs. Cope, a sweet little curvy redhead lady who’s about middle aged and smells like Chantilly. “You must be Kira Varady and Isabella Swan!  Welcome to Forks High School!”

From all the voices in the hall, I know everyone expected us. It’s a little place, Forks, Washington. Where everyone knows everyone, and they’ve been here since forever. Bella and I are the most exciting thing that’s happening, and that’s odd being entertained so easily. 

“Here are your schedules and a map of the school, although I see Mr. Yorkie wouldn’t mind helping you with that.” She laughed goodnaturedly as she handed us all that we needed for this year. “And Kira don’t you worry, nothing ever happens here at Forks High School,” I felt my blood run cold as the woman mentioned the event, suddenly I could hardly breathe, of course she’d  know. “I heard about that awful tragedy at your last high school, and my niece Taylor goes to Port Angeles High School. You knew Travis Jones pretty well didn’t you? I’m really so sorry-”

“Yes well thank you Mrs. Cope, for all of this, we really have to find our classes!” I interrupted abruptly and walked right out of the office, I felt so overheated like my brain was going to fry.

I took a deep breath and turned around to face Bella with a false smile plastered onto my face. She looked like she wanted to ask what that was about, but she didn’t. Thank the stars for that. I couldn’t handle that sort of question right now. “I think this is where we go our separate ways, what class do you have?”

“English with Mr. Birdie, you?”

“Um, Literature as well, then Film Studies, Humanities, then lunch, P.E., Anatomy, Photography, Study Hall, and Economics. I’m so glad I’m a senior.” I looked around. “I’ll go and find it, it was really nice meeting you Bella.”

“You too, Kira!”

I made my way down the hall, my hearing was enhanced and I could hear people talk about me, admire me, judge me, some desiring with all their heart to hate me and want me.

“She’s so hot, that’s Kira Varady or however you pronounce it, after that kid got killed at Port Angeles High School she transferred here.”

“Man I don’t know if I could drive an hour out the way to school five days out of seven just because some kid got eaten.”

“Well I don’t mean to be a jerk but I don’t care what got her here, I’m just glad she is, look at that ass it’s like out of a rap video and those tits!”

“She’s kinda ridiculous looking, who dresses up THAT much you know?”

“Her ass looks a little fat in that skirt don’t you think?”

“Lauren, I think you’re jealous because you don’t have one!”

I may be able to turn the mind reading off, but my enhanced senses never go away. Sometimes I wish I was just normal.

I took a deep breath before I entered my classroom. Standing in front of the class was a tall woman with a brown bob and wearing a heavy cardigan and long dress, the classroom was covered in poetic and literary posters. I’m guessing this is Ms. Allen. Her face lit up, warm brown eyes with gentle aging around them just illuminated like a Christmas tree at the sight of me. “Class, our new student has arrived, this is Kira Varady!”

Jasper

I don’t know how many more times I can take this.

How many times am I supposed to be a senior in fucking high school?

Why can’t it ever be college, I think we do the college bit once every couple decades, I think bell bottoms were in fashion last time I got my PhD. At least there I’m surrounded by adults. It’s always high school, nothing is even a little bit interesting in high school, I know those shows like to make it something grand and life changing, they also like to make them more mature thinking, than they actually are. But that’s good television. I’m 158 years old, physically 19, but fuck I’m literally too old for this.

Carlisle said it’s good for me to get used to being around humans, try and adapt myself, try to not kill them when they’re around. You see, I’ve only been an animal drinker for 55 years, that’s not a long time in vampire years. I wasn’t a good man- or vampire, I didn’t feed off just the guilty, sometimes the innocent too and meeting Alice was the best thing that happened to me. She loves me, I think I love her, or I’m not sure I do, but she makes me feel less lonely, and that’s nice especially when adjusting. It’s like I said, 55 years isn’t an awfully long time in our world.

I feel like I’m being stabbed in the throat, and my gums ache something awful, I’m so hungry, and to make matters worse, the boys and some girls have been so fucking horny over the new girls, and as an empath…well that combined with my blood lust hasn’t been making this the easiest day.

I sit in this waste of a classroom, Ms. Allen telling us of our curriculum for this semester, we begin with The Scarlet Letter. I've read that damn book more times than I could remember. I envy all those who could be put down by a bullet, what I wouldn’t give for a .45 to the temple now. When I start spiraling like this, I usually grab Alice, sex sometimes is my only release, it certainly isn’t hunting Bambi.

When that door opened in Ms. Allen’s English class, it hit me. It violently slammed me in the face, the most intoxicating scent, a fragrance that makes my mouth water in a way of uncontrollable biological urge, it came to me in the smells of a botanical aroma, the harsh but beautiful thorns of a rose, a woodslike perfume a musk that ended in the sweet floral  essence of apple blossoms. And in walked the most, gorgeous…girl, creature, nymphlike female. A wild and unhinged beauty, light olive skin that looked impossibly soft to touch, with a doll-like face, round and heart-shaped all at once, the most perfectly round, china doll cheeks and an elegant pointed chin that hinted at Eastern European heritage. Lips, a mouth so full and plush, pillowy and painted a seductive, dusky nude a naked and suggestive color. Her nose is perfect and button-like, doll-like just like the rest of her face, hooded eyes like they crafted from glass and porcelain, marionette-like, with lashes of a figurine, dark and long and sweeping, that flutter to reveal liquid gold. A color I only see on those like us, hers are a butterscotch heaven, the richest shade of topaz. Her marionette face was framed by very long, waist-length thick hair, the color of the most intense copper, with auburn blended in giving it an unreal color inhuman, but despite her thin, perfectly round arch dark colored eyebrows, it is her natural color. It fell and rippled like heavy, expensive satin, I could faintly smell the heat from a styling tool off of them. It did make her bangs frame her forehead prettily. 

I’m not even a little bit ashamed to say that is a body I’ll never forget, that will haunt my waking dreams, none I’ve seen in my 158 years walking this Earth, naturally at least. She’s soft, her curves soft, a waist tiny enough to separate top to bottom, a perky overflowing cleavage straining against a tiny camisole beneath a flowing, sheer top with a color that goes too well with her hair and her eyes and brings out the exotic olive of her skin, and a skirt that didn’t try to hide an ass I’d love to see bouncing on my cock. I’m allowed to have these lewd thoughts, they’re my lewd thoughts after all, although my surrogate brother would disagree, it’s a good thing he’s playing junior.

Kira Varady.

Kira Varady.

Kira, keer-rah

Verra-dee

A name almost as pretty as her, Kira is a Greek name more common in Russia if I can remember, meaning mistress, and Varady is Hungarian. Probably a location name, like most over there. 

I crave to know all about her just as much as I crave her body, I crave those porn star lips wrapped around my cock, I crave to fill her up to my balls in all her holes and to feel her soft curves in my harsh hands, and yet…I didn’t crave her blood, not even a little bit, not at all.

She’s talking, oh and her voice does nothing but encourage my passionate lust, I swallowed in a hunger that doesn’t concern bodily fluids..well…

“Hi, I’m Kira. I’m from like an hour away, and my nose ring is real, I’ve been asked so…well anyway, I’m going to sit.” She laughed breathily in a way that would have put Marilyn to shame, and I would know…I’d definitely know about good ol’ Norma Jean.

When she spoke it was like a raspy, gooey goodness. Light and squeaky with a smokiness. Perfect phone voice. 

I haven’t been feeling so uncontrollably lustful in so long, she’s so tantalizing, and yet her blood doesn't do it for me. What is she? She isn’t very sweet smelling, she’s not one of us but she isn’t human either.

“Uh, well thank you Kira, for that interesting…introduction, you’ll sit beside Jasper.” Ms. Allen instructed.

“That would be me, Jasper Hale.” I said to her once the maenad sat beside me. It’s the only thing I could describe her as, if I ever met one, maybe they don’t exist, but if they did, I think they’d be intoxicating and wild like her.

My voice was more grizzly than I intended, but it was already hoarse from the constant blood hunger in teenage hell, and now with lust I sound like a chainsmoker from Atlantic City.

The amount of jealousy from all around the room was so strong, I wish I could tell them to just stop feeling, but we all know how that would end. She sat down and her eyes met mine, gold on gold, butterscotch meets harvest-dipped dandelion. It was an intense ritual, ritual is how I would describe it because it felt religious, and it felt like we were definitely performing something. It was like mating through eye contact, it was heated, it was humid, it was hot and sticky and if I could remember what it was like to breathe, I’d have a hard time doing it right now. Her smell, her aroma, my eyes almost rolled back, I wanted to feed on her without bleeding her dry. But I wanted to bleed her dry until there’s nothing but me left in her veins. I don’t want to exist without her anymore. When I leave this classroom I need it to be with her, when she inhales and exhales her next breath it better be of me, I want to occupy her oxygen. I want her to choke if I’m not there, I could feel her. I can really feel her right now, I can feel her unbridled passion and her wild lust. I can feel her life-threatening need for me. I could cry from relief, but blood pouring from my eyes would certainly cause an uproar. 

My eyes dared to drop, down to her pouty lips that parted attractively, down to her pulsing throat, down to her smooth, silken, and plump cleavage that was like Italian art.  I made a point. I made it obvious to her where I was looking before raising my eyes back to hers, and I watched her watch me lick my lips and spread my legs in my seat. I was so tempted to ask if she’d like a seat. 

I now want more than anything to spill the blood of any person who allowed themselves to desire her. She’s mine. The major and I made a unanimous vote on account of her definitely being the one, I feel it. He feels it. She was born for me, made for me, her destiny leads down one road and it leads to me. And I am the same, all I went through all of the right the wrong, and all in between was so I could be guided to her. My purpose.

“I think…wait, what were we talking about?” She asked in a breathless laugh, and I wanted to consume her so badly. I wanted to sink my teeth anywhere I can reach so all will know she is mine.

I laughed a little myself,and her heart raced. “You’re Kira Varady, I’m Jasper Hale, and that is what we were talking about, then I was going to ask to see your schedule.”

She smiled, it was innocent and candied. “You are the only person outside of Hungary who pronounced my last name correctly.”

“I’ve cheated, I’ve visited Budapest once.” In the 1910s briefly.

Her eyes widened and it made me ache. “Wow, I go there once a year…” She trailed off, most people would assume she isn’t a smart girl, with her coquettish voice and featherbrain fox appearance, but she hides so much of herself I can tell. She does it for survival, I’d know.  She looked at me again and giggled. “You have an accent, are you from the south?”

“Texas, Galveston specifically.” I smirked. We spoke in hushed tones, like we were sharing secrets…maybe we are. “And-” I slipped her schedule from her desk into my hand as I mentally memorized it. “We have the same schedule.” Or we will after this class, I need to do a little compelling. 

I felt emotions of relief and joy ooze from her, like she felt it too like I knew I was her life line. “Thank Goddess, I literally have lost like two tour guides already and it’s not even the second period!” 

I watched her in awe like she was living art, and you know what? She sort of was, she really was. John William Waterhouse’s medieval maidens couldn’t compare. “Well you won’t lose me Kira.” I purred her name and felt her shiver. “Where are you from, Budapest?” I teased.

“No, just an hour away in Port Angeles. But I was conceived in Budapest in a commune.”

I rose my brows. My wild beauty was created in wild passion, how fitting, and Eastern European woods are known for supernatural happenings, perhaps the answers lie there.

“Somehow I know the story doesn’t end there.” I was encouraged.

She got that faraway look again. “It doesn’t, I was born in a house on Haight-Ashbury, and ended up back in Transdanubia, but then I somehow found Port Angeles with my Aunt Liz.” She giggled but it didn’t reach her eyes and she shook her head. “I’m really not that interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.” I didn’t let her look away this time.

She didn’t smile or giggle, she just stared, letting her walls drop just a little bit, I could feel her feel comfort in me, nothing tastes sweeter. “Do you still live in Port Angeles?” I won’t allow her to confess in a room full of strangers.

A warm smile was born on her sultry lips as she looked down. “Yes, in an old Victorian on the edge of town…but,” Her smile ran away again. “I don’t go there anymore.” She said slowly and looked away. “The school there…I don’t.” I felt disgust and horror from her and wanted to burn the entire world to take those feelings away. She laughed and shook her head. “Um wow, I’m sorry I just totally zoned out again didn’t I? I know that’s really annoying.”

“Don’t be silly, you could never annoy me.”

“You sound so sure for someone who just met me.”

“Lets just say, I’m good at reading people.”

We were talking for so long, I didn’t realize for how long until the bell rang. I wasn’t lying about us having the same class next, but I’ll have to do some seriously glamoring to get away with the rest.

We both stood up and I took her books and backpack so she wouldn't carry anything. She smiled so radiantly. “You don’t have to carry my things.”

“Please, I can’t feel a thing, these weigh nothing.”

She giggled. “You do look like you work out.”

I smirked at her, noticing my physique. “Yeah but I’m not a meathead, probably the only Texas boy who didn’t grow up with football. I like to hike.”

Her eyes lit up. “I too, like to delve into…nature…the woods are so…calming.”

Call me crazy, but when she spoke spaced out like that, it was kind of really hot. “We should go together sometime, where’s your locker?”

She shrugged with a careless smile. “I dunno, but I have the number.”

“Well lets find it together.”

We quickly did, and I helped her pack her things in. When she closed her door I leaned against it looking down into her toffee-colored heavenly eyes. “Kira…”

She exhaled breathily, her breasts rose and fell beautifully as she looked up into my eyes. “Jasper…”

“Kira, give me your hand.”

She rose a soft palm, nails painted iridescent dark green and fingers adorn with celestial symbols. Between that and the mention of woods, I’d bet my Kira is a little pagan, or wants to be one. I took a sharpie and wrote my name and cell phone number in her palm. 

“That tickles.” She giggled.

She’s so fucking cute. “Do you have a cell?”

She shook her head adorably, I’ll definitely have to get her one. “I read palms you know.” 

Oh she’s definitely an interesting little beauty. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, maybe I can read yours sometime?”

I smiled, she flirted very interestingly, made me want more, like giving me little bites. I leaned in, but Alice came over and interrupted. I was torn between guilt and anger.

I growled and then looked apologetic. 

“Hey Jazz, can we talk?”

My wild beauty looked very jealous and I was glad she felt claim over me, but I also don't want her to feel like she had to fight for me, she doesn’t. I looked at her tenderly. “I’ll be right back okay? Promise.”

And with that sad look and lying smile from her, I disappeared from her with Alice.

[theresa-the-gaymer]

Can’t wait to get the exp from farming cranberries to get iridium scythe

To then immediately use on more cranberries. To get more exp to get the iridium fishing rod

To then immediately farm catfish to get more exp for a blast furnace

To then smelt radioactive bars and farm mining exp for mystic trees

To then use the mystic syrup to make enough money to buy books from the trader to get enough exp for combat

Only to reset when I finish and start again

Such is the Sisyphean nature of stardew valley

[celestialsister0918]

Someone's Dirty Bathwater, Chapter 3

Chapter Rated EXPLICIT, 18+

Jackson Lamb x OC

Catchup if needed here. Prefer to read on AO3? Link to latest chapter.

This chapter is LONG, folks. As in 10k+ words. So buckle up! It's also quite explicit. And, as indicated in tags, it's a love story. So prepare for a dose of (Jackson Lamb-style) fluff with your smut. Making this man crass and romantic at the same time is an absolute blast.

The Gristle is a very atmospheric, almost seedy looking pub with a great selection of beers. The staff are all surly; the regulars are all miserable. It's Lamb's kinda place—  a place he feels comfortable. As he walks in, he catches a glimpse of himself in a dirty wall mirror. He hasn't washed himself at all and smells as grim as ever. But he doesn't care. He knows he's got this girl in the bag.

Adelaide walks in wearing a delicate white dress with tiny floral accents. It’s very thin and almost gauzy. Sandals adorn her feet since it’s nearly summer. She wears youthful makeup— lilac on her eyes and pink glossy lips. Her soft curls are pinned back rather messily and loosely on top of her head. She smells like her perfume— a mix of cranberry lemon tea, spring flowers, and patchouli. She’s about the most breathtaking thing to ever walk into that dive bar.

If this was meant to make Lamb feel insecure, it works. As she walks past him, he can't help but stare at her with a mixture of shock and awe as she turns every head in the place. She's even better looking now than these past two days at Slough House.

And just like that, she passes him and is ordering a glass of wine at the bar.

“Riesling, please.”

The barman nods and pours her a glass. Lamb takes a seat at a very nearby table, eyes glued to her as she leans forward to talk to the barman. The scent of her perfume hits his nose, and he can almost taste her like a cocktail. 

Adelaide acts like she didn’t see him, but she did. The truth is, she’s pretty stung that he did nothing to clean himself up for her. It feels disrespectful, like he doesn’t think she’s worth it. She should have just turned around and left, but instead she decides to enjoy a glass of wine and see if he even has a prayer of redeeming himself.

Jackson stares at her as he watches her drink her wine, taking in the sight of those shapely legs and those bare toes in her sandals. She's certainly dressed differently from the other girls in the pub, who are more casual in jeans or short skirts. But this Adelaide Spencer– she's special. Classy. She's like a rose in an alley, her fragrance lingering on his senses as he watches her. He notices a few lads staring at her too. He feels like beating them senseless for such an offense. Lamb wants her all to himself. He’s watching her very closely— very intensely— as only an old spy could. He clocks the way she moves, the curve of her back, the length of her legs...

Adelaide stares into her glass, not looking around. Some stupid part of her wants to cry for thinking this bastard could actually romance her. He’d been pulling her leg all along. And not in the good way he’d promised.

It's only when Adelaide glances back over at Lamb that he realizes he’s been staring a little too long. He's never been one to play it close to his chest if he's attracted to a girl, and he's definitely staring at her way too intensely for it to seem innocent. It takes a moment for her glance to register on his radar, and he tries to play his own down. But it's too late. She's definitely spotted his close examination.

“What do you want, Lamb?” she finally sighs, just a few feet of dusty pub floor separating them.

"Nothing," Lamb says, shrugging off his embarrassment. "Just watching what it is you do when you’re not trying to flirt with me. You're fascinating. Even when you're doing nothing."

“How kind of you to say.” Her voice is dry and annoyed. She really wishes he’d put in some more effort to make himself decent. She loves his long hair, loves his pudge. She thinks his very uneven shave is sexy. But she won’t abide grease nor unnecessary, dirt-caked, foul-smelling sweat. Again, it’s just a matter of basic respect. She’s even delivered him everything he needed to clean up, right to Slough House. He just didn’t care enough to do it

"Don’t think of it as dirty," Lamb says defensively, reading her thoughts with rolled eyes. “I just want to give you the chance to see me in my natural state. I mean, you're probably already thinking way too highly of me, so I'm doing you a favor by being myself."

She finally brings her glass of wine to join him at the table, mostly to avoid the stares of other patrons as they overhear. But she still looks angry. 

“Why is that even your natural state?” she demands. “It can’t be comfortable! No one enjoys feeling dirty. Do you do it for attention? Have you just decided that negative attention is better than none at all?”

"Don’t you bother your pretty little head with the ‘why’ of it all," he replies. "And you're not going to try and tell me you don't like the way I smell. It's a kind of musk that radiates off me, isn't it? Something primal, something you find appealing. I can read you like a book, girl. I know what you'll be thinking when that wine is done. Or even before it's done."

She gapes at him, open mouthed. “How are you even that cocky? Really?” She just stares at him in disbelief. She also notices he’s not drinking. That makes her jump a little with surprise.

"Just playing the odds, girl. In my experience, women respond to that kind of cocky attitude— even women like you. There's a little devil in there waiting to be released; I can see it in your eyes. You want me to come sit right beside you and whisper all the naughty things I'd like to do to you. Or am I still not reading you right?"

She swallows and lowers her gaze to her wine again.

He studies the way she swallows; he can see her tongue gliding over her lips as she drinks. The sight distracts him, and his thoughts almost start to slip.

"It's time for the next part," he says, leaning forward. "Now I get closer and smell your perfume, and I say all those things we've been thinking but are too polite to speak. It's the most enjoyable part: where you say nothing, and I do all the talking, and you just let it happen."

She keeps her eyes to the glass, doing and saying nothing– as if daring him to follow through.

He’s reading her mind again. “You don’t think I’ll follow through, do you? Well, let me tell you – I've got a whole script for the rest of this evening." He gets up from the table and moves around to sit beside her. "Let me show you what's about to happen here..."

Adelaide immediately slides down the booth in response, but she soon finds the wall has stopped any chance of escape.

"No point trying to resist, sweetheart," Lamb chuckles. "I can already taste your perfume, but I want to get closer. I'm going to lean in and brush my nose against your neck and breathe you in."

He does just what he promised. He leans in and brushes his nose against her neck and takes the deepest breath he's ever taken. Then…

Jackson bites her neck. Gently at first… then harder. It’s a playful way to draw her in, and he hears her gasp. “Just a taste," he whispers. "I want you all over me, but I'm going to be nice and slow about it.”

Her veins betray her by trembling and sending a shudder through her, but her shiver is what spurs him on. It's exactly how he wants her to react. He wants something primal in her to wake up and take over her rational reservations. Her mouth is shaking, and he's tempted just to grab it with his, to put her in her place. The girl obviously wants to be taken, not coddled.

He moves his mouth closer to her neck again, his breath hot and wet. He’s not going to waste time. He bites again. Not quite deep enough to leave a mark but firm enough to show some genuine passion. She grips the leather of the booth with the hand farthest from him.

She doesn’t shove him away. Instead, she allows him closer and begins to flirtatiously pull at his necktie. She's eager to touch him, to have him touch her. She wants to feel his radiating heat on her face, on her neck, on her pussy... she's craving him in some depraved kind of way.

Jackson doesn't waste that opportunity. He slides one hand down the neckline of her dress and pulls it lower. And she lets him do it. She wants it. That fact only deepens the desire he feels for her, until he's almost to the point of being overwhelmed by it. The whole thing makes his heart and his cock feel like it's going to burst.

“Mr. Lamb, this is a very crowded pub,” she reminds him quietly. “I think you may need to let go of my breast.”

For a moment, it takes him back a step. He looks around and sees a few other pub guests watching with a mix of awe and discomfort. Lamb’s no fool— he knows what they’re thinking: a washed up old hobo like him and a hot ticket like her… and he got to second base?

"Let’s fucking go somewhere more private then," he declares, smacking the table with both palms.

Adelaide has taken a few seconds to recover now and shakes her head. “Only one place— Slough House. With only one purpose— to get the bottles I brought you today and put you in the goddamn tub in that washroom. Which has probably never been used. I only asked for one simple thing, and you couldn’t respect me enough to do it. If you want to touch that tit again, you’re going to do what I ask.”

"You know I don't like being ordered around," Lamb hisses back at her. “No pair of tits is worth that.” As soon as he says it, he knows it’s a mammoth lie. He’s just felt her pair, and they are certainly worth her asking price. Her little game of playing hard-to-get is cute, but he knows she wants him to take the reins. She wants to be taken. So he's going to do exactly that. Even if he has to play it her way a little. 

“And you know I don’t like being disrespected,” she fires back.

Lamb pauses, considering his options. He doesn't like being ordered around, but he also hates the thought of denying himself what he wants most in this world. Usually it’s just whisky or cigs or bowls of sodium-laden carbs. But right now it happens to be Adelaide goddamned Spencer. He finally lowers his head, almost in surrender, and whispers, “Fuck it. What do you want me to do?"

She doesn’t miss a beat. “Let me give you a bath.”

The words send a shiver through him. "You really think if you bathe me, I'll suddenly start behaving more... appropriately?"

“I didn’t say I wanted you to behave more appropriately. You can keep your behavior quite the same— just with the removal of some grime and the addition of some blood orange spice.”

The scent of blood orange spice is indeed rather pleasant, he admits to himself, but then he wants to punch himself in the face for the thought. She’s scrambled his entire mind. He considers the idea for a moment, then finally nods his head with the most defeated sigh he’s ever uttered. His cock has completely locked his personality in the closet, tied it up with a rope, and thrown away the fucking key.  "Fine. Let's get this over with. Just don't take too long."

Adelaide stands and follows him to his car. Her eyes widen when her sandals immediately become buried in cigarette boxes, fast food wrappers, and beer bottles— which litter his passenger floor board.

"I've been meaning to tidy that," he notes. "I meant to do it yesterday, in fact. But then some girl just insisted on coming to visit me at my place of employment. Completely disrupted my routine.”

This brings a smile back to her face. A small one. She really does love his jokes.

Lamb looks over at the passenger seat before starting the car. She has a pretty smile, and the sight of it does something to more than just his cock.

Adelaide still feels the spot on her neck where he nibbled her. It’s damp with saliva, and there is blood rushing to it. Almost as if her body’s immune system knows it’s about to put up a fight to protect from whatever microbes the decades have inflicted upon him. Oh well— at least he agreed to a bath.

Part of her feels a strong urge to wash her neck, to get that sensation of his teeth and breath off her skin. But she pushes it away. This is the man she wants. She wants to feel that hot breath on her neck, those teeth nibbling her skin more deeply. She’ll even accept her immune system being triggered by his microbiome to the point of total surrender.

Lamb reaches Slough House in no time, and they climb to the top floor together. He’s only a bit winded when they arrive, showing that he’s surprisingly fit in spite of the beer belly. Adelaide proceeds straight to the washroom adjacent to his office and fills the old, neglected tub. She’s not convinced such an ancient piece of ceramic will do much for his hygiene, but she supposes it’s better than nothing.

Jackson is already stripping his clothes off with little ceremony. She can't help but notice his body as he strips himself, and she feels herself becoming aroused quickly… strangely. His trousers slink to the floor right after his shirt and tank. He immediately slips his thumb beneath the waistband of his white nylon y-fronts.

“Stop!” she cries and covers her eyes. “Don’t you want some kind of modesty?”

"I'm the only one in the bath. I think I'd have noticed if someone else walked in." He pauses a second, then smirks and whispers: "Or are you worried one of these old boxes of rubbish will suddenly spring to life and start snapping pictures?”

“What about me?” she hisses. “You don’t care about me seeing all your goods just right off the bat?”

He chuckles. "What's it going to do to you if you do? I don't think it’s anything you haven't seen before. You’re a young one, but not that young.”

And with that, the y-fronts find their way onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. She only catches a glimpse of said “goods” before he plods his way over to the tub and lifts one leg over the side. He winces and hisses as his body hits the hot water.

Despite the scald, Jackson manages to lift his other leg over the side and slump into the tub. He's in a position of extraordinary vulnerability right now, like a giant turtle tipped over on its back. This is precisely what Adelaide enjoys. She likes that she has this power over him. She approaches him now, holding the bottle of soap, and she leans down over the tub to apply some on the sponge. Her eyes don't leave his chest nor the glimpse of his thighs peeking above the deep water. 

“Go ahead and dampen your hair… please,” she instructs awkwardly.

"Why so eager to get me wet, darling?" Lamb asks. But he leans his head over toward the wall of the tub, allowing the water to soak into his tangled hair.

She decides not to make any comment on her own state of wetness, though the thought is tempting. She simply rubs the sponge over his scalp, scrubbing in circles.

The way she scrubs —  softly, so gently—  almost makes him moan. There's something about being cared for so intimately by someone like her. She makes him feel oddly… safe. And the way she keeps her eyes on him the whole time... it makes his heart skip a beat. Even when she's cleaning his scalp, it's tender and erotic… sensual.

“You actually like it,” she muses with a twisted smile, popping his nose playfully with the corner of the sponge before scrubbing elsewhere on his face.

"I guess I do," Lamb is forced to admit. His breath catches in his throat as she drifts over his nipples with the sponge, and in a way he both loves and hates it. He loves it because she's so close to him, and he can feel her steamy breath. He hates it because he has no control over any part of this situation, and his body seems quite ready to let it all go.

Adelaide works diligently, moving to his neck and chest again. He of course is “dad-bod” to the extreme, even if he’s not actually a father. Is he? She doesn’t even know. But she does know she finds him irresistible, and she chucks the sponge temporarily in favor of running her hands over his skin instead.

Her fingers electrify him. They feel so small and nimble, and she's caressing him everywhere— the inside of his elbows, the sides of his torso, the backs of his knees. She's not being as tender as she was with his face. No, now she's really getting into it... and that's when he loses it. He feels the rush of blood and warmth throughout his body; the feeling of her hands running up and down his skin is almost intolerable.

She has her work cut out for her in places like his scalp, feet, and fingernails. She marvels in wonder and sadness on why a man would neglect himself so much. Still, she notices he’s not drinking tonight. Given what she knows about alcoholics, it's quite odd that he can simply switch it on and off at will. Almost as if the bottle and maybe even the lack of bathing is an act. He is certainly a curious kind of man.

After nearly a half hour, trimmed fingernails, a thoroughly splashed dress, and a couple additions of hot water, she’s made quite a bit of progress. Jackson is now a lot of moans and very little quip, though he’s allowed a few to drop here and there.

“All right, I am NOT washing your arse for you,” Adelaide declares. “The manhood’s up for discussion, however.”

"Fine,” Lamb huffs. “I can wash my own arse. Don't worry about it." He lifts himself from the water, turning his backside to face the back of the tub. "It's nothing to write home about, anyway. It's just a normal arse.”

“What exactly is a ‘not normal’ arse?” she asks as she gazes at his pale backside. “Don’t we all have a normal arse?”

Lamb rolls his eyes. “All right. For example, yours is normal. But if I were to show you a picture— a collage, if you will—  of an enormous, bulbous, pendulous arse… one that perhaps even covers a good portion of the back of this tub, you might consider that a ‘not normal’ arse. I’ve seen a lot of bodies in my line of work, sweetheart.”

She grins and shakes her head. “Ah, point taken. But you and I are quite normal in the arse department?”

"I think we both fall firmly in the 'normal’ category, yes.” 

She likes this pointless conversation between them. It feels relaxed and fun. Jackson settles back in the tub, rinsing the sponge. The question of who will be washing his cock still looms.

"Alright, Lamb. Now your manhood needs attention. The word ‘smegma’ comes to mind, though that’s merely a hypothesis.”

"A hypothesis,” he repeats, scrunching up his face. She clearly thinks she’s so clever. 

Adelaide bites her lip and giggles.

"Okay," he admits. "It's a little more than a hypothesis, perhaps. What's your hypothesis on how you're going to handle my cock?"

Her heart skips annoyingly. This conversation should be the furthest thing from arousing, yet here she is. She grabs a new, clean rag from the nearby vanity and gets it warm, then she soaps it up with the spiced blood orange wash.

“Like this, I suppose,” she replies, taking a breath to prepare.

Jackson tries to contain his laughter at the expression on her face— half nervous, half excited, but all the better for it. She leans down over him, and the sensation of her breath on his torso is almost unbearable.

“Let me find it in here,” she jokes, knowing he’s going to crucify her for that one.

"What did you mean by that?" he asks, his laugh dissolving into a growl as he grabs her by the wrists and pins her hands against the wall of the tub. He leans down close to her, his breath hot against her neck. His eyes narrow, and his voice softens. His whisper sends shivers through her: "What... do... you mean by that?" he repeats.

His voice takes her arousal to extremes.

“Nothing,” she says quickly. “Innocent statement. I have to find it before I wash it, is all.”

"Oh, yes." He eases the pressure on her wrists, and his voice falls back to its previous level. "By all means, search extensively."

She snickers. With resolve, she reaches beneath the water, fully aware at this point that it’s a tub of stink and grime. Maybe a shower would have been more sanitary. It doesn’t take long at all to find what she’s looking for. It’s presenting itself to her fairly obviously by now.

"There it is," he whispers, the low sound of his voice sending more shivers through her. "You better wash it well. Even then it’s not exactly going to win a beauty contest."

She tries to put herself in the mindset of a nurse washing a patient, but that doesn’t really work. She’s certainly far more involved. Her fingers tentatively circle the shaft while she washes the rest. He’s girthy for sure, if average in length. She is nervous about the condition beneath his foreskin but is surprised to see it’s not nearly as bad as expected. Again, he must turn on and off his hygiene habits like he does his drinking. She’s feeling quite confident when she moves lower to his bollocks. Her eyes widen at the size she finds there. No wonder he’s such an arse. He’s certainly entitled. 

"Don't give them too much attention," he says, trying to maintain his composure, but he feels the warm flush rising in his face, and his heart begins to pound faster. "Not that much to look at. And covered in hair."

She swallows. “I can see that.”

"Well," he grumbles, "Not a lot I can do about that. I can't exactly shave down there. Belly a bit in the way. So... just get it clean."

“I didn’t complain,” she reminds him quickly. “Just discussing facts.”

"You don't have to discuss it,” Lamb reprimands sharply. “You could just leave it and do your job."

She drops the wash rag into the murky bathwater. “My job? I didn’t realize I was getting paid for this. This is supposed to be a date. Some kind of twisted, pathetic date… since you couldn’t be bothered to do this yourself.”

"Oh, right. Date." There's an awkward silence for a moment between them. She's right, of course. If he were on a date with her, they wouldn't be having a conversation like this. They'd be having... 

“Yes, well. I think we had better move this along— get this bath done and done with,” agrees Lamb. “No need to make the date any more awkward than it is. It is a date after all, is it not? And I don't imagine you'd want things to get more, shall we say, 'intimate'?" Jackson raises an eyebrow, his face almost innocent as it searches for her current intentions. 

She sighs. On the surface, she ought to run. But he stirs something not just between her damn legs but within her heart. She feels sorry for him and has the strangest urge to satisfy and care for his needs. “I think we have a while to go to ‘intimate,’” she replies honestly. “Perhaps a drink to set the mood?”

"Perhaps..." he agrees, trailing a finger along her cheek. She stands and tries to shake her dress out a bit. He has soaked it quite thoroughly with his thrashing in the tub. She notices immediately that the white fabric does her no favors. Luckily she’s wearing a bra. She hands him a towel.

Lamb struggles with an internal debate as he takes the towel from her. A debate that is quickly won by his imagination as he eyes the way the white gauzy fabric clings to her nude-colored bra. 

As he dries off, Adelaide notices that the tub is overflowing with a considerable amount of suds and grime. His clean skin almost sparkles as a contrast. His eyes are tracking her every movement— a certain gleam in them as they look her up and down.

"I have to say," Jackson finally says, securing the towel around his waist and taking a step toward her. "I'm finding this whole fast-paced, cockamamie scenario between us very…”

She looks at him curiously. “Very what?”

"Very... interesting,” he finally says, closing the distance between them and leaning down toward her. "And that's what’s intriguing. You’re a bloody stranger to me, really,  and yet…” He trails off, eyes flitting almost nervously.

“Jackson Lamb? Speechless?” she muses. 

"A rare thing to see, agreed,” he admits. “Let me tell you why I find you so... enthralling." He leans down further, so that he's only an inch or two from her face. Their breath now plays tag with each other, and with each exchange, the temperature rises measurably.

“Please, do tell.” She smiles and settles back against the bathroom counter, where his proximity effectively has her pinned.

"Right,” he nods with an almost nervous sigh. “Your eyes. It’s just something about your eyes..." He brings his hands to her cheeks to turn her face toward him. He then leans in even closer, so that his breath is hot against her ear. "They’re just so damn addictive. I find myself gazing so deep into them I feel like I might fucking fall right in..."

So he could be romantic. In his own way. This was… something.

“Thank you,” she says softly. “You have nice eyes also. Very clear blue.”

"Really?" He smiles, almost boyishly. "I have nice eyes?" They're so very close now, their noses just a breath away from touching. "You're not just saying that?"

She shakes her head. He’s so close that his wet belly brushes her dress.

"Tell me something," he breathes into her ear. "Are you nervous, darling? Is your heart approaching cardiac arrest?" She can almost hear the sly wink in his voice even though her eyes are fixated on the floor.

She moves to look at the towel around his waist. She can see the outline of his erection through it, clearly indicating where he wants this to go.

“I’m assuming you know the answer because you can hear my heart very clearly beating,” she returns, finding that her jaw even shakes as she speaks. 

"Yeah?" He pulls back just a little, until the tips of their noses are touching but nothing more. "What do you think would happen if I were to just..."

She looks him in the eye. “Just what, Jackson Lamb?”

Their eyes lock on each other, and their lips are so close she can feel magnetism in the air between them. Everything seems to slow down. It's like the entire world outside has stopped, waiting for them to close the distance that little bit further. All over her insane, ludicrous attraction to Jackson fucking Lamb.

“What are you waiting for? A signed contract?” she mutters. And she knows it sounds exactly like a line he would say.

"Maybe a little affirmative response might be nice,” he shoots back with a throaty chuckle. He leans forward, their mouths almost touching, and he whispers, "Maybe tell me you want it?"

His breath is surprisingly not bad, she has decided. Smoky and liquor-tinged, of course, but no halitosis. Nor are his teeth that bad. Maybe all the alcohol keeps his mouth disinfected. She thinks she might enjoy kissing him.

“I— I want it,” she says shakily. 

And that's all the permission he needs. He pulls her to him, their lips crashing together, and their mouths immediately find their stride. She melts into his kiss, letting him take the lead. It feels so good to him— like his insides are crying at lost chances and cast-aside dreams– youthful… forgotten. Jackson’s so lost in the symbolism of that first kiss that Adelaide is the one who eventually pulls away.

She struggles to catch her breath. That kiss was fire. She felt every ounce of his desire in it. His body is still wet, just wrapped in the towel and not yet dried off.

“We should dry you,” she reminds him gently.

"Is that really what you want to do?" he asks with slight disappointment. "You don't want to... continue?"

She smiles. “You’re getting me all wet.”

"A little soap and water never hurt anybody," he replies slyly.

“You should remember that one.”

"I might just do that." His eyes are still on hers as he backs away and starts drying himself off. "You're a lot of fun, you know that, kid? Just when I think I've got you all sussed out, you do something to turn it all on its head. I wonder what you have in store for me now..."

Adelaide watches as the towel drops to reveal his entire form, no longer hidden by cloudy bath water. His muscles are soft all over except for his legs, which are strong. Clearly he still moves a lot in the field. Everything else has quite a bit extra to pinch, to love. And he is indeed quite blessed, as she’d noted earlier, in the girth department.

"Are you checking me out, woman?” Lamb demands. “I suppose you can’t help it— I wasn’t exactly subtle, you know, with the kiss and everything. I bet you’re on fire.”

“No, not subtle at all,” she agrees. “Nor is your body subtle right now. It’s quite obvious what you’ve got on your mind.”

He looks down rather approvingly at his own cock, which she has roused to finally peek beyond the reach of his belly. "Well, yes. Why in the hell would it be subtle? That bath you gave me was straight up pornography. I'm just picking up the vibes that you're putting down. Am I mistaken?" 

He’s adorably flustered, and dare she say, worried that he may have misconstrued the whole bit. She watches him finish drying and set the towel on the vanity. He stands there fully naked, drumming his fingers and waiting for her response. Her mind is racing with pictures of the two of them together and exactly how she wants to ride him into the sunrise.

“No, you’re not mistaken,” she answers truthfully. They never even got to that second drink she swore she would need to set the mood. Turns out she didn’t need anything but him.

Lamb seems surprised. His eyebrows raise as she says it then narrow briefly, as if a thought has entered his mind. But if it has, it doesn't stay long as he breaks into a wide grin. "Well, in that case..." He reaches for her hands and brings her to him. "What do you say we get to the fucking portion of this evening’s entertainment?”

Her clit dances with the thrill of his vulgarity, and she finds herself trembling as she eases away from her perch. “You might want to take my dress off first,” Adelaide reminds him. “Our state of undress is a bit unfair at the moment.”

"Well, it's your dress,” he points out. “I wanted to be a gentleman and let you take the initiative." He leans forward and kisses her cheek. "Now, my dear, would you like me to help you with that?"

She nods and turns around to grant access to the zipper in the back. She’s very conscious of the wet spot he’s left behind on her cheek. Every point of contact between them seems like an irrevocable tattoo.

As he unzips her in one fluid movement, Lamb realizes how long it has been since he touched a woman this way. He is very aware of his breathing and that his heart is beating rapidly. Her skin is still glowing warm from the humidity of the room as he lets his hands joyously roam her exposed body.

His hands are rough… calloused and enormously pleasant.

"You're very warm," Jackson says, his breath erratic. "Is that from this damp room or from me?” He presses kisses down her arm, and she’s too distracted to answer. “My nerves feel bloody electrical shocks where your body touches it,” he continues. “What about that? Is that me, or you?"

“Us,” she replies simply. Her dress finally slinks to the floor.

Jackson steps back and gazes at her. She’s even more stunning naked than he’d dreamed. But he’s glad to see she’s not perfect. His eagle eye can spot a few flaws in isolation. Taken together, however, she’s a fucking goddess. He runs both hands down her body slowly, starting from her shoulders and working his way down over those impressive breasts; she really does have fucking fantastic tits. He traces the curve of her waist and then over her hips until his fingers find the small of her back. Then he draws a line up her spine and down again until it ends at the beautiful bubble of her bum, which he squeezes roughly and unapologetically. That brings a moan from her parted lips.

Jackson’s touches are half man-handle, half caress. Adelaide can feel a tingling each time his fingers run across her, and she is very aware of how that tingling sensation is building up inside her as if her entire body is becoming one single erogenous zone. She allows her eyes to close and falls back against him for support as he continues.

His fingers travel across her breasts and stomach, up and down in a slow and rhythmic pattern. She can feel his breath against her skin, and his clean scent is intoxicating. Her back arches slightly as he continues his foreplay, putting his cock dangerously close to violating her from behind. Every time she ruts against him like that, his fingers press against her a little harder, a little lower. But still he hasn’t reached the spot that’s now weeping for his touch. 

When he hears her moan and feels her arch against him with more enthusiasm now, he pauses. "Am I hurting you? Are you alright?” Jackson knew damn well she was fine. But torture designed as chivalry was a fun game. 

“Of course I’m alright!” Adelaide snaps breathlessly. “Haven’t you ever heard a woman moan like this before?” 

"Not that I can recall, no." He smiles, gently spinning her around to face him. "I'm actually quite out of practice at this, so you need to tell me if I'm doing it right."

She scrutinizes his face and finds him very sincere. Once again she’s sad for him, and for all the things she suspects he’s missed, at least for the past few years. “You’re certainly getting there,” she whispers with a wink. 

"So I can continue, then?" He nibbles her fingers as his eyes widen hopefully.

“Mmm-hmm,” she nods.

"Should I suck your tender little earlobe, darling, or bite the back of your neck?" He moves down and kisses the nape of her neck, then he kisses the side, then kisses the back again...

Her body immediately emits more wetness along with more shivers. The one spot on her neck is like a button with very long wires, transmitting sensation rapidly downward.

"That's a good reaction, right? A good sign I'm on the right track?" Jackson asks, hopeful once again. 

How did he know? “What’s a good reaction?” she clarifies. 

"That. The shivers. I like your shivers."

“Oh… those. Yes. Good reaction.”

"How much can I do before it becomes too much?" he asks with narrowed eyes. 

“Just keep going,” she replies hurriedly. “I’ll say the safe word if I need you to stop. It’s ’Cartwright.’ I figured that would make you shrivel up like it’s a sub-zero day in Siberia.”

He grunted. "And what does one do after that? If you say the word, I have to stop what I'm doing, right? We have to stop everything and I have to wait while you get dressed. I have to get you a coat. Then you run off into the night and send some other sassy tart to deal with me on Monday.”

He’s overthinking this. She considers asking whether he wants a new sassy little tart, but decides against it. 

“Just get back to business, Lamb. I doubt I’ll be stopping you.” She moves her buttocks against his arousal again, hoping this time his hands will land where she wants them.

"Are you quite sure?" he insists.

“Yes, Lamb! Goddamn it!”

He grins. “Finally a language I fucking understand! In that case..." He kisses her neck again, this time with a feral hunger. He moves a step back and spins her forward to caress her cheek before kissing her beautiful lips. His tongue ravages hers, and their panting increases heavily between kisses, their bodies becoming increasingly tangled with each other.

"You know, you really are rather good at this..." he comments slyly. 

“Thanks for the compliment. You’re not so bad yourself.”

His hands roam down to her behind, and he pulls her in toward him, pressing his groin against her stomach. His mouth returns to her neck in an almost vampiric fixation. He is enjoying this immensely.

“What do you say we move this from the washroom to the sofa?” she suggests quickly. “I think that’s the only option we have here at Slough House.”

“Is it comfortable enough?” Lamb wonders aloud. “It's been used as a dumping ground for as many years as you’ve probably been alive. I think it was constructed into the building itself.” He pauses as he ponders. “I think you might be right, though. It’s the best we’ve got.”

“I did clean it yesterday,” she reminded him. “Not that it helped much. But we have to do this somewhere, right?”

"Sofa it is, then,” he relents. “I'm sure it won't take long to be distracted from the foul stench.”

She takes the lead toward the old piece of furniture, pursing her lips to control her laughter. The irony of Jackson Lamb complaining about a foul stench! She indicates for him to lie down.

Jackson finds he’s more than happy to let her take control, when it comes to this. He obeys, and she places one knee on either side of his body. She lowers herself until she’s pressed tightly against him. Gravity is his friend. Gravity has her two very luscious breasts like soft pillows of heavenly perfection against his old, lonely chest. He closes his eyes and groans. 

She kisses him fiercely, her hunger no longer masked. The fingers of one hand drift into his now-clean hair, finding it soft and silver and quite beautiful. She feels his hand kneading her behind almost painfully, but it’s glorious. 

"I was right," Lamb moans quietly. "Forgot all about this minger of a sofa already.”

Adelaide lowers her hips so she fully covers him now, and she begins to undulate against his pelvis to get the friction she craves. She finds she appreciates the soft cushioning he has there, as it makes this particular act far more pleasant.

The sight and sensation of her moving over him is the most erotic thing he's ever experienced, and he begins to move against her in turn. He's no longer teasing or being playful; he's just as eager as she is to move this the hell along. 

Adelaide is dying to ride him but also doesn’t want this to end too soon. She wonders… maybe if they have a quickie now, he’d be up for more encounters in the future. Encounters where perhaps they could explore all the little foreplay delights they’d missed. Her body truly needs to skip to the main event after all this flirting and tension, and she suspects his does as well.

It's clear that her instincts are right. The sight of her moving over him is sending his body into overdrive; her soft skin rubbing against his and her sweet tongue on his neck is aphrodisiac times fifty. But part of him wants this to be as long and fulfilling as possible, because it's likely to be the only time. Not because he isn't attracted to her or that he doesn't want future sessions like this— that would be lunacy, given the pleasure he is currently receiving with every undulation she makes— but because he's already expecting a rejection of some sort. What else should he expect?

“I’m going to… to do it now… is that okay?” she whisper-warns in his ear.

Jackson lets out a low chuckle. "You don't need to ask me. It's not like you're going someplace I don't want you to." 

Adelaide slides her hips down and locks herself over his cock with little effort on her part, given how swollen and on fire she is for him. But her eyes soon widen at the stretch. She was right about his girth.

“Fuck,” she mutters, and she takes meditative breaths to adjust.

"Do you want me to stop?" He's a little concerned by her reaction.

She shakes her head quickly and grins. “You couldn’t really stop anyway, unless you threw me off onto the floor.”

"You're probably right on that account, love. You want to keep going?"

She lets her hips respond, finally beginning some blessed movement. Jackson bites down slightly on her breast, his breathing now very erratic as she begins to move. He's already finding it difficult to hold back.

His bite sends her senses reeling. His cock feels incredible inside her. Stiff and veiny with the circumference to hit every magnificent spot. She could get used to this.

He hears her make soft little whining noises in pleasure, each one like a little dagger to the old spy’s heart. He wants to dedicate every resource he has left to eliciting these sounds from her every night of their lives. They make him want to move faster, but he resists— he wants their lovemaking to be long enough that she remembers it forever, even if she tries to tell herself she hated it. 

“Feels so good,” she whispers, the words giving his ego a stroke it desperately needs. 

"It does, doesn't it, darling?” he replies against the skin of her neck. 

She grasps his hand and places it just below his belly, right where she will hit when she moves forward. Jackson knows what she wants and he places his finger accordingly.

The sensation her clit receives feels as though she's been hit by lightning. Her hips begin a sort of erratic spiral at this, causing a squeeze like nothing Jackson Lamb has ever felt. He's beginning to have trouble breathing… seeing… existing. How he’s survived so long a dry spell is now beyond his comprehension.

“You okay there, agent?” she whispers.

"I'll be fine." He's panting. "I just need a little moment..."

Adelaide shakes her head with a grin. “I think you need more of this…” and she pivots in circles again.

Her pace is perfect, her rhythm intoxicating. Her pussy’s like a fucking vise gift-wrapped in silk.

"I don't know if I can hold off much longer," he admits, his breath shallow and rapid.

“It’s okay,” she assures him with a sweet kiss. 

"It's definitely not okay," he chuckles. "You're doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You're making this more difficult because you see that I'm enjoying it so much." His hips move slightly to match hers, wanting to show her he still has what it takes.

“Would you prefer not to enjoy it?” she teases, allowing him to take the lead with the upward thrusts he’s able to manage. 

The way she seems to unhinge her hips to meet him is causing all kinds of new sensations in his body that his mind can't seem to grasp. He's so close to the edge; no man should be expected to hold on through something like this. 

Adelaide can see Jackson is truly close and won’t be able to make it. So she lowers herself down and embraces him tightly, increasing the pressure against his hand and pelvis with the sole purpose of chasing her own pleasure, since she knows his is already certain.

And that's all she needs to do. He is lost to her. Fucking lost. His entire body tenses, all at once— a moment of sheer panic that could only mean either orgasm or death. 

The sound of his groan is so satisfying to her, like he’s finally surrendering in their neverending battles. That plus his warm flood is enough to rouse her to her peak quickly, and she rides it out even after he’s finished, giving him aftershocks that shake his entire body.

"Oh god..." he groans, his words becoming slurred. "That... was... incredible. Fucking, fucking incredible.”

She allows herself to collapse on his chest, her nose buried in his clean, soft hair. Their bodies are stuck together with sweat.

“Yes… it really was,” she sighs.

"If we had to get stuck together like this for the rest of our lives, it wouldn't be so bad..." He closes his eyes and squeezes her tightly. "I guess there was a damn good reason that the service has kept me on this long after all. So this high holy day would arrive when I could fuck you."

She laughs. “So you could trash this place and I could come in and clean it up? Then clean you up… and then…”

He grins almost gleefully. 

She raises up, cupping her hand into a fist on his chest and propping her chin on it. “Yes. And how would you describe this moment… this culmination?”

"I'd call it... euphoric,” he concludes. “And I'd call you... divine."

She presses a sweet kiss to his neck. Just then, they hear a creak of a door. Jackson pulls her tightly against him, shielding her in a way that she finds very attractive. He simultaneously listens intently for any further sounds.

"Someone is definitely here,” Adelaide confirms. “Your team working late tonight?”

"Work?” he huffs. “What’s that?” All the same, he kisses her shoulder in an effort to conceal any noises with their own. But his keen old ears still listen closely.

“We need to get dressed!” she whispers insistently. “What if we get caught?”

He tilts his head slightly and kisses her again. "Then we get caught. What if I were to do this?" He leans into her neck, nibbling once again. 

“You want to get caught?” she asks with surprise.

"I don't think they've heard anything. Not yet,” he scoffs. “You've seen how inept they are. We have plenty of time for one final, passionate moment. Don’t you suppose?” His amused smile is adorable. 

She laughs again and begins bucking her hips. He’s only halfway stiff at this point, but his hand is still in place. She is fairly sure she can chase another climax from that alone.

Jackson returns to devouring her neck, because he’s addicted. Then he raises himself to a sitting position so he can better kiss her as she chases her next high. The kiss immediately deepens as his fingers begin working her very messy folds in a purposeful rhythm. She is practically shaking by now; each movement he makes sends tingling sensations and causes her to grip his shoulders for support. 

"Come on, sweeting..." His voice is low and rough as he speaks the archaic term of endearment. Once again she’s distracted from pure carnality by the fact that Jackson Lamb touches her damn heart. She can hear familiar noises downstairs, and now she knows it’s one of the Horses, not an intruder.

She is panting, knowing Jackson is going to make her come quickly. His fingers slosh in their combined mess, twisting and curling against her front wall in the most delicious torture.

"That's it. Keep moving,” he encourages her. “Just keep enjoying it, love.” He catches her gaping, desperate mouth and kisses her deeply, filling her senses with smoke and whisky and his trademark taste. His grip on her hips is tight and possessive and borders on painful, but hell if she cares. The old spy’s fingers are magic, and they’re her singular thought. Soon her eyes are rolling, this impending orgasm even more pleasurable than her first, if that’s possible.

She hears his filth in her ear, “Come all over my fingers— sweet, wet cunt.” It’s enough to make her shriek and shake as everything explodes and surrenders to him. 

"Well, wasn’t that impressive?” comments Lamb. “And loud… for a woman who doesn’t think we’re alone.” He wipes his wet hand on a nearby jacket, adding ‘pussy’ to the garment’s collection of smells. 

They definitely aren’t alone. In fact, after her final shriek, the noises downstairs slow down. She’s pretty sure whoever it was is in shock.

Jackson grins triumphantly and pats her bum, encouraging her to dismount. "They must be mortified. Let’s go and greet them.” He trudges to the washroom to recover their clothes. 

The man was delirious from sex. He was barely making sense as he threw his shirt back on.

"We could be fucking perfect, you know,” he continues. He's becoming a little frantic in his attempt to describe his feelings, and even though they’ve only just separated, he grabs both of her hands. "Everything exactly how it should be. You and me. Together. Setting up some pretty little life. Not letting a soul get in our way. Especially not the bloody service. Find some remote village somewhere, so picturesque it makes you sick. Live there as a family. Our son will have your gorgeous looks, and you’ll teach him how to be polite. Perhaps he could get my hair? Some of my sarcasm would be nice too… for when the polite doesn’t work. It just sucks royal bollocks that I didn’t find you sooner. I—”

Lamb pauses, realizing how ridiculous his words sound. If he hadn’t forced himself to forget how to blush years ago, he’d be as red as a garden beet. He clears a sorely unattractive wad of phlegm from his throat as he stuffs his shirt into his trousers. "Sorry. I got carried away there. Can you believe I'm the same man who told you to shut the hell up when I first met you? Fucking lunatic, I am.”

Adelaide places a hand on either side of his face, cradling him for a brief second before absentmindedly replacing her dress. She stares at him in awe. He’s positively animated, his skin glowing, eyes twinkling— his smile sheepish and sincere. His words sound ridiculous, yes, but she finds herself touched by them nonetheless. And of course she hears in them the regret for the life Jackson Lamb never got to lead. She’s made him remember all that, and the gravity of it isn’t lost on her.

“Don’t apologize. Please,” she says softly. “All that sounds beautiful. And I’m touched that the man who told me to shut the hell up would think of having those things with me. All because of one night of hot sex,” she adds with a grin, knowing he won’t want it too sentimental. “I really must be a damn good pussy.”

"In the most vulgar sense of the word," he confirms. "But it wasn't just that. It was you. It was every single thing about you. You may be an obnoxious little twat, but you're a bright, funny, beautiful one. And that's what makes this perfect."

Adelaide’s heart is racing again, not with desire but with emotion. Her brain can’t find any rational reason to deny them being together, and that’s terrifying.

“Yes. We do complement each other rather well,” she says carefully. 

His hands stroke her cheeks, and one of his fingers finds her lip. "Tell me you’re mine,” he commands her. She knows he’s going for dominant, but she clearly hears the uncertainty underneath.

“So… you want me to be your girlfriend?” she asks, also unsure of what’s a game and what’s real. 

His face spreads into a smirk that seems to shave a few years off of him with its youthful brightness. "Girlfriend doesn't even come close to it. But... yeah. I want you to be my girlfriend. And more. I want you to be my wife. I want you to be my whole bloody world. What do you have to say to that?”

The veins in her head were pulsing so hard she was convinced she’d die of an aneurysm right here on the Slough House floor. “You— you want to marry me? The same girl you told to fuck off?”

"Yeah. That one. An old bloke like me doesn’t have the luxury of time." His words are barely a whisper, though his eyes couldn't be more intense, like he wants to inhale her. His thumb is back on her lips, subtly prying them apart. Her tongue snakes along his thumb, for comfort if nothing else. He seems to know that particular touch will ground her. And it does, almost instantly, her breath catching in her throat as it does so. He kisses her again, his hand returning to the back of her head.

“I’ll need a ring,” she says defiantly, once she recovers. “Nothing fancy, but I want it official.”

"It'll be the biggest, sparkliest damn ring you've ever seen," he promises. "And you'll wear it on the finger I put it on, until I die and set you free, or you die and someone has to hack it off.”

Part of her thinks he’s toying with her. She swears she hears mockery in his tone. There’s no fucking way Jackson Lamb could be that sentimental to want all that, could he? Maybe he’s just never gotten the chance before…

As if reading her thoughts, he cups her face. He looks so sincere; maybe she should take him at his word? Because in some small part, she wants to. She wants to believe he wasn't teasing her, that he really is serious. She wants to believe this is her bloody insane happy-ever-after. She wants to be loved by this man. 

“You mean it, don’t you?” she asks quietly. “And if you don’t… just know this is very very cruel.”

"I mean it,” he confirms with a sigh. "I've never meant anything more. I was never much for any of this shit... it never seemed practical. But just thinking of you as my wife... well, fuck it. It makes me happy, damn it. Happier than I've been in a long time, and not just because we've done bits. Well... mostly not."

Adelaide grins. This kind of conversation she can handle. “I fully plan on doing bits again regardless of nuptials,” she informs him.

He smiles. "In that case, I'm game too. But I do want more than that. It's not just the sex that's got me hooked. It's everything: the way you look at me, the way you push my buttons, the way you make me smile; the way you talk me into doing shit I don’t want to do..."

She runs her hand up the worn fabric of his dress shirt. She doubts he’s purchased a new one in decades, but the result is his whole body feeling comfortable, like a favorite old tee.

“Let’s do it,” she laughs, shaking her head.

He stares at her then slowly nods. "Let’s make it happen, Spencer.” A thought strikes him. "But before you wear the ring, there's one more thing I need to ask you."

Her eyes jump to him quickly. “Yes?”

"Will you promise to let me call you a cunt, once a week?"

She softens. “Among other things, I’m sure.”

"There we go!” Lamb proclaims. “Nothing like a healthy relationship." He buckles his belt with a wink.

“And I can call you a smelly fucking dick?” adds Adelaide.

"I'd be offended if you didn't." He kisses her.

She nods and picks up her purse. “I think I’ll like marriage.”

"And I think I'll love being your husband. Let's get out of here before anyone distracts us with their bullshit..."

That proves to be impossible. The moment Adelaide’s foot hits the bottom stair, she encounters Louisa. “Umm… hi, Guy. What are you doing here so late?”

Louisa freezes. She isn't a fool; she knows something is up the moment she sees an out-of-breath Adelaide way past midnight in Slough House. Jackson begins a clunky descent down the stairs.

“Lamb?” Louisa asks in disbelief.

“Guy?” he returns. “Don’t you have a one-night stand you should be tending to?”

“Seems you beat me to it… somehow,” she remarks, stone-faced. She looks at Adelaide, surveying her, then suspiciously at Lamb. “Are you alright, Miss Spencer?”

"I..." Adelaide’s at a loss for words. She knows exactly how this looks, but she can't think of a convincing explanation. 

The awkward silence is broken by Lamb, who finally reaches the bottom of the stairs. "Guy? Quitting time was seven hours ago. Go home."

Louisa clearly doesn’t want to let this go until she believes this was fully consensual. And that’s very, very difficult to believe.

“Adelaide, you sure you’re alright? I want to hear you say it.”

“Oh, get on with it!” snaps Lamb. “She’s fine!”

"I'm fine," Adelaide affirms, trying to sound as natural as possible, but failing. There's nothing natural about what just happened. In fact, even though they're trying to play it off, this whole situation is bizarre, and the world will continue to let them know, unequivocally. 

“I’m getting married,” Jackson announces jovially, and he pours a shot of brandy from the decanter on the hall shelf. He raises it toward Louisa in a toast motion with a smirk.

"You're wh... what?" Louisa stares at him. “To the new agent?”

“I’m— special projects, not an agent,” Adelaide manages to remind her.

Louisa surveys her dubiously. "Oh, yes. And clearly such an obvious match. Why, you're almost exactly the same age, right?"

Adelaide is pretty sure Jackson’s about 25 years her senior, if she had to take a guess. She supposes that is a bit icky to outsiders looking in. “He has a few years on me.”

Louisa just shakes her head and leaves Slough House without another word. It was clearly too awkward for her. Adelaide turns to Jackson with a shrug.

Jackson smiles at her as he downs the rest of the drink. All of the Horses would know by morning what had happened, but he’d deal with that bullshit Monday. He also wants to know what brought Louisa Guy back to work just before midnight. But for now, he wants to drink the rest of the bottle and pass out naked with his future bride. In the morning, he’ll wake her up with his kisses… kiss her until every other goddamn thing in the world fades away. And when she wakes up and looks at him, she’ll know it’ll be like this every morning after.

“You want to see my place?” Adelaide asks Jackson as they make their way to the door. “I gather it’s a hair cleaner than yours.”

Jackson chuckles. "Well, I am a grubby man, no doubt. I'd like to see your flat. Though I hope it doesn't smell like mine does. I bet it smells like... I dunno. Cake and sweets? All the good stuff."

She watches as he locks Slough House’s door behind them and grins. 

“I don’t know… do I remind you of cake and sweets?” she laughs. “Maybe you should lick those fingers of yours and find out.”

He raises an eyebrow; there’s that sharp and sassy side that he finds so attractive. "I'll be doing a lot more than just licking my fingers,” he assures her.

She follows him back to his trash heap of a car. “Oh yeah? Sampling the wares first hand?”

His voice is silky. "I intend to get up close and personal..." He holds the car door open for her.

“I see,” laughs Adelaide. “I’m beginning to think I can envision my wake up call tomorrow. That is, if you’re sober enough to wake up first.”

"I'm an old spy, sweetheart. I could stay awake all night and still be up with the sun. Believe me." He winks and pulls into the empty late night streets.

[thesightstoshowyou]

A Volunteer

Lochlan Smith (OC) x F Character (NSFW)

(Character bio here)

Warnings: Heavy, brutal, graphic noncon, slut-shaming, spitting, fingering, degradation, dirty talk, humiliation, mentions of blood, forced anal, nonconsensual hypnosis, throat fucking, mind fuck. Lok is mean. Please proceed with caution.

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The body on the table twitches. Lok watches closely, expression apathetic. Reaching out, he adjusts the headphones covering the victim’s ears.

They’re deep in trance, his voice emanating from the speakers and filling their thoughts. It’s an experiment, an attempt at reprogramming. They’ll stay this way for a few days until he’s sure the message burrows as deeply into their mind as it can.

Lok winces and shifts. Hand sliding up his thigh, he palms the throbbing hard on in his pants. He’s neglected it so long it’s beginning to hurt, steadily becoming a burning ache deep in his belly.

His gaze drifts back to the slumbering form on the table. Too easy. He needs the fight or he won’t cum. Then he’ll just be back in the same place he started. Plus, he doesn’t want to disturb them and fuck up all the work he’s put into rewiring their psyche.

He’ll have to find another, it seems.

Lok departs and closes up his workshop. Heading home, he showers, dresses, styles his hair, spritzes on a little cologne. Quickly, he drinks a cup of coffee before heading back out into the night.

He cruises around the area, scoping out bars. Lok prefers them busy but not packed. Too much noise and he won’t be able to concentrate.

He settles on one at the end of the block. The Beacon, it’s called. Divey, but not dilapidated. A group of college-age kids hang out near the front door, sharing a cigarette. Lok parks on a side street out of view of any cameras and heads inside.

Classic rock blasts from the jukebox in the corner. Billiard balls clack, ice clinks in drink glasses, students laugh and chatter. A few girls, probably barely 21, dance and giggle at the other end of the room.

Lok seats himself at the bar and orders a drink he won’t touch. Sharp, green eyes scan each group of patrons. Two hopefuls immediately stand out: A shy-looking boy clutching a drink and standing next to his buddies—likely a freshman frat pledge—and one of the dancing girls, a blonde, innocent little thing.

The girl makes the decision for him. She glances in his direction and quickly looks away when he flashes her a smile. Bingo. A volunteer.

Mouth curling into a smirk, he spins in his chair to face the bar and fiddle with his drink. He won’t have long to wait. She’s tipsy and young; caution has yet to taint her decision making.

“Can I get a vodka cranberry please?” a sweet voice pipes up next to him. Lok turns to find the blonde leaning over the bar, purposefully not looking at him. He’s expected to make the first move, then.

“Hey there,” he greets, turning to face the girl completely and leaning back in his chair. He takes great care in crafting his expression; charming smile, kind eyes, relaxed posture. Non-threatening.

She faces him, a shy grin tugging at the corners of full lips. “Hi.”

“I’m Lok.” He holds out his hand. She takes it, gives him a delicate shake in return. She says her name but he forgets it immediately. Just the feel of her soft palm in his reminds him of the burning need in his groin.

“Lemme get this one,” he says, handing cash to the bartender when he returns with the drink. The girl grins wider and thanks him. Lok must clench his jaw when she wraps her lips around the straw.

Leaning in a little closer, he asks, “You have a boyfriend, sweetheart?” Tucking hair behind her ear, she nods and quickly glances at her friends. Nervous but curious. “Where’s he, then?”

“He wasn’t feeling well.” Lok hums, feigning pity.

“His loss then.” The girl giggles and Lok can just make out the pink tinging her cheeks in the low light. He continues with the small talk, asking about classes, about her major. She gives answers he instantly purges from his brain. He needs to hurry it up or he’s going to lose it right here in the bar.

Meeting her gaze, he inches just a little closer to her. “Let’s go make out in my car a little.” Momentarily, her eyes go out of focus and she nods absently. “Tell your friends you’re going to the bathroom. Meet me out front.” Dazed, she nods again and turns on her heel in a rush to complete her assigned tasks.

Excitement itching under his skin, Lok slips unnoticed from the bar and waits near the alley. Not a minute later, the girl appears and he crooks his fingers in a come hither motion. She hurries to him, her little skirt ruffled by the breeze, and titters when he wraps his arm around her shoulders. Together, they make their way down the darkened side street to his car.

Ever the wolf in gentleman’s clothing, he opens her door first before sliding into the driver’s seat. When the engine thrums to life, she shoots him a questioning look. Lok relishes in those first few moments of uncertainty, the tiniest traces of fear trickling into the crevices of her mind.

“I thought we were just going to your car?”

Lok looks directly at her before speaking. “Don’t worry. We don’t want anyone to disturb us, right?”

“Oh. Yeah, you’re right.”

“That’s a good girl.” Lok steers the car from the alley. He takes them to a vacant lot nearby, making sure to park under a grouping of trees that obscure their view of the main road. Now, they won’t be bothered, no matter how loudly she screams.

Flashing her a disarming smile, Lok climbs over the center console and into the back seat. Laughing breathlessly, the girl blindly follows. He grips her waist and seats her in his lap. His fingers tingle, thoughts of what he’s going to do to her racing through his mind.

A little sliver of moonlight shines through the back window, illuminating her face and the anticipation glittering in her eyes. Gently, he tucks her hair behind her ears and cups her cheeks before pressing soft kisses to her lips. She sighs, leaning into him and opening her mouth to deepen the kiss.

His tongue slips past her teeth to lave against hers. He swallows the breathy sound she utters. The corner of his lip slowly curls up in a smirk.

Pulling away, he finds her flushed and a little breathless. Her eyes meet his and he murmurs, “You wanna be my good girl, right?” She bites her lip and mutters a quiet “Yes.”

He continues, “You look a little tired, baby.” She frowns in confusion, but nods anyway. “Mmm hmm, you look really tired. Relax a bit for me.” Under his palms, her muscles soften. “That’s good. Just relax. You’re safe. You’re warm. You’re dropping deep into comfort. The sound of my voice makes you relax. Go a little deeper…keep going….”

Gradually, the girl’s eyelids droop. Her arms fall limply to her sides as her eyes glaze over. Lok keeps speaking softly, lulling her until she’s a limp doll waiting to be controlled.

“You’re doing so well. What you’re feeling now is called ‘drop.’ Whenever I snap my fingers three times, you will revert to this state. Three snaps is your cue. Now, I want you to return to consciousness, like nothing happened at all. I will count backward from ten, and when I get to one, you will be fully awake and alert. Ten…nine….”

“…One.” She blinks. Her eyes focusing, the girl sits up straight and looks around. The perplexed look etched in her expression makes him chuckle.

“Welcome back.”

“Back? What…did I…what’s going—

“Shut up.” She reels back in shock at his words. Lok strikes, roughly gripping her jaw and bringing her face inches from his. “I am tired of your vapid rambling.”

When she tenses to push away, his other hand tangles in her hair to hold her firmly in his lap. “Nope. You have a job to do, little girl.”

“D-Don’t….” She presses weakly against his chest and Lok watches in delight as reality comes crashing down around her. Tears well in her eyes and a grin creeps across his face.

The hand on her jaw slides down her front, fingers sneaking under her skirt and dipping into her underwear. He clicks his tongue when he finds her wet from his gentle kisses. “What a little slut, huh?”

She tries to twist and close her legs but his hand in her hair yanks her down, pulling a yelp from her throat and keeping her firmly seated in his lap. He brings his lips inches from hers to hiss, “What did you think was gonna happen, dummy? Leaving alone with some guy you just met? Does your boyfriend know he’s dating a whore?”

The girl sobs, arches, and wiggles, but only succeeds in grinding his cock to life. Lok groans and drags his tongue through the tears now clinging to her cheeks.

“Open your mouth.” Instantly, she obeys, a look of bewilderment crossing her face when she does. Lok spits her tears onto her tongue and plunges his fingers into her cunt at the same time. She snaps her mouth closed, shakes her head, pushes away, but he crooks his fingers and attacks her g-spot until she’s gasping against her will.

“Poor, sick little slut. You like this, don’t you? You like strange men forcing their fingers inside you.”

“No! N-No, no I don’t, please—

Lok doesn’t let her finish. Instead he rips her off his lap, spins her, and smashes her cheek down onto the seat. A hand on the side of her face keeps her pinned while the other hikes her hips up, grasps a handful of her panties, and rips. She screams then, legs flailing. They don’t connect, not with how he positions himself behind her.

Leaning down over her back, he rumbles against her ear, “It’s a good thing that filthy pussy is so wet or else this next part would hurt a lot worse than it’s already going to.”

Lok reaches between them to work open his pants as the girl shrieks and struggles. He sighs in relief when his cock springs free from the constriction of his jeans. Beneath him, she wails when she feels the hot flesh resting on her rear.

Chuckling, Lok slides his fingers up her slit, gathering up her juices and smearing them his along his length. When he leans back a little and presses his cockhead to her asshole, she chokes on a cry. Fight renews and she bucks and claws and screeches and thrashes, but his grip on her head is unyielding, his legs crushing hers until it hurts.

The scream she emits when he buries himself deep in her ass nearly makes him cum on the spot. “Ohhhh fuck…fuck,” he grunts, stilling inside her to get himself under control. So hot, so tight. Beneath him, she sobs, her legs frantically trembling.

“Hard to believe no one’s fucked you in the ass yet, but—Jesus—you’re so tight it’s almost painful,” he taunts, chuffing. He pulls back, nearly all the way out, eyes glued to the way her hole stretches around his girth.

Brutally, Lok snaps his hips forward again, shoving her further up the seat and pulling another blood-curdling scream from her lungs. He leans over her again, rutting into her and growling, “That’s good, scream just like that, baby. You’re bleeding. Can you feel it?”

“STOP, please stop, it hurts—

“I thought you were gonna be good for me? Good girls take it even if it hurts.” He sits back, grips her hip with his free hand, and starts up a feverish pace. The sound of skin slamming against skin fills the car.

The girl’s cries grow hoarse and strained, the seat beneath now soaked with drool and tears. The widows fog with the panting moans that spill from Lok’s lips.

Pressure builds in his gut, beautiful, scorching pressure heralding that much needed release. Thighs shaking, he glances down at the girl. Her blubbering isn’t quite enough to push him over. He needs more….

Digging in his pocket, he locates his knife. Snapping the blade free, he bends over her once more, the hand on her face sliding around to grip her jaw. The blade he sets against her throat pulls a terrified squeak from her quivering lips.

His mouth finds her ear and through gritted teeth he snarls, “You got kinda quiet there. I think you’re starting to like my cock shredding your ass, aren’t you?” She shakes her head, pitifully whimpering in response. “You do. Don’t lie to me. I bet you’d even like it if I cut you open and fucked you from the inside, right? Should I kill you? Defile your corpse? Answer me, cunt.”

That does it.

“PLEASE, PLEASE, I’ll do anything please don’t hurt me, please, I don’t! I don’t want it, I don’t—

Christ, he’s gonna cum. Lok sucks in a breath, snaps, “Sit up—no, look at me—SIT. UP.” Instantly, she does as she’s told.

Lok tears himself from her ass and shoves her down so her knees crack against the floor of the car. Hand returning to her hair, he guides his cock into her gasping mouth, grips the sides of her head and rams into her throat. All it takes is one, two, three pumps and he explodes, hot pleasure roiling in his belly and racing up his spine until his eyes roll back. A strangled groan leaves him as thick ropes of ecstasy pour down her throat.

Chest heaving, Lok finally cracks his eyes open. He can’t help the snort that leaves him at the sight of her. She’s a wreck; mascara bleeding down her cheeks, lipstick smeared, drool dripping off her chin, hair a tangled mess. She shakes in his grip, watery eyes wide and filled with terror.

With a contented sigh, Lok flops down onto the seat and pats the spot next to him. Warily, she eases off the floor, wincing and sniveling when she attempts to sit. Snickering, he decides to put her out of her misery. For now.

Snap, snap, snap.

The girl’s face goes slack, her shoulders slumping. Her eyelids droop as she regards him blankly. Lok clears his throat and scoots closer to smooth the hair away from her face.

“You don’t remember my face, my name, or my car. You never will. You will go straight home and take a shower, thoroughly scrubbing yourself from head to toe. You’ll brush your teeth twice.” He pauses, thinking. With a cruel grin, he adds, “You might not remember the details of tonight, but you will always know something very bad happened to you.”

Leaning past her, he opens the car door. “Now get the fuck out of my car. Go home.” The girl clambers out, stumbling when she tries to stand.

Lok slips back into the front seat. He stretches and groans in relief as he watches his little blonde stagger off down the street. He’ll follow after a while, learn where she lives.

Who knows? He could use a volunteer like her again.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Tis ANOTHER collection of incorrect quotes

Tulip: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

Juliano, already removing every potential hazard in the vicinity: How about you don't?

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Lily: But when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany!

Lily, earlier: I'm going to throw myself into the sea.

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SMG3: What’s that off in the distance? Could it be? It is! My last damn, disappearing over the horizon. Be free, my old friend… be free…

SMG4: 3, hun, I literally JUST asked you to be nicer to Boopkins.

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Lil Coding: And that's when it hit me. The best idea I ever had!

*After everything goes to shit*

Lily, glaring at Lil Coding: That was the worst idea you've ever had!

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Morris: You played me like a damn fiddle!

Root: You're wrong. A fiddle is beautiful and difficult to play. I played you like the cheap kazoo you are.

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Cody: LC, I am questioning your sanity... 

Sage: I never questioned it, I knew his sanity was missing from the start.

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Cody: I always wondered how a living person could kill another living person.

Cody: And then my siblings got threatened and I was like "oh okay!"

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Root: I'm friends with this family for the same reason people visit the zoo.

Root: Oh! Shh, look at that!

Root: *turns to watch a screaming Mario chase a screaming Luigi*

Root: Nature is amazing.

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Cory: I'm six, so I get six cookies!

Cody: Cory, bub, that's now how it works-

Lil Coding: *pocketing 12 cookies*

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Cody: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Lily: 'Prettiest smile'.

Root: 'Nicest personality'.

Lil Coding: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'.

Bowser Jr: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'.

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*The Crew right before Domain&Forum's wedding (potentially idk lol)*

SMG4: Well, we have to go, we have a wedding to attend.

Abyssal: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Mario: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well.

Umbra: I THINK WE ALL HAVE A WEDDING TO ATTEND!

Vitality: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE!!

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Meggy: Where's the other kids?

Welony: They're playing hide and seek.

Meggy: Where?

Welony: I don't think you get how this game works.

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Luigi: How late were you up last night?

SMG34 & SMG3, in tandem: Me?

Luigi: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time.

Luigi, to Mario: You.

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Buffer: CPU was sitting next to me during the meeting today and offered me a sip of hisbdrink because I mentioned that I was thirsty...

Buffer: I was not fucking expecting to take a sip of vodka cranberry at 9am.

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Forum: God, you’re so clingy.

Domain: YOU came to MY USB?!

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Buffer: CPU, I need a gun, but you can't ask why I need it.

CPU: As long as you don't ask how I've gained all these.

Buffer: Deal.

CPU: *sets 20 different guns on the table*

Buffer: ..

CPU: ..

Buffer: *points at one* That one will do.

CPU: Good choice.

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Tari: Why are you still drinking? It’s 10 in the morning.

Bob: I know how bad this is gonna feel when I sober up, so I'm just gonna keep drinking a little bit.

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Lil Coding: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It's gonna be a long night.

Sage: You could have said anything else.

Lily: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, baja blast to fuel my trouble.

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Lil Coding: Lily suggested the idea of putting me on a child's leash, and I think everyone honestly considered it.

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Umbra: You didn't happen to bring any coffee, did you?

Abyssal, handing him a thermos: Milk and sugar.

Umbra: Oh, awesome. You're a lifesaver.

Umbra: *drinks it*

Umbra: Wait, is this just milk and sugar?

Abyssal: That's what I said.

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Root: How petty can you get?

SMG3: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

[vclkyries]

closed starter for @sybxritiic

stumbling through the front door the sticky summer heat almost immediately evaporated behind her, the air conditioning blasting inside. the redhead moves in sync with her twin sister, headed right towards the bar. "at least we finally found one that isn't packed." lily comments, trying to make light of the situation. they were on vacation and apparently everyone else within a 100 mile radius had also wanted to go out tonight because their bar hopping had become closer to bar inching considering they could make it a mere few inches through the door before the amount of people was so overwhelming they had to turn around because they was no way they were getting any drinks - thankfully she had nips in her bag to get them by in the meantime. they approached the bar, both sitting simultaneously before greeting the bar tender with a sweet smile. "i'll take a vodka soda with a splash of cranberry and my sister will take the same but with a splash of orange juice, thanks." lily speaks, before turning her attention back to her sister.

[vapeandpuff]

Elf Bar Ice King 30K Puffs Vape | Best Flavors

Get ready for the coolest vape on the market – the ElfBar Ice King 30K! With a massive 30,000 puff capacity, this high-performance disposable vape delivers an ultra-refreshing blast of icy flavors with every draw. Designed for menthol lovers and cloud chasers, it combines premium cooling technology, a rechargeable battery, and advanced mesh coil technology for the smoothest hits ever.

Elf Bar 30000 Puffs Best Flavors

Cola Ice,

Blueberry ice,

Grape Ice,

Americano Ice,

Blackberry cranberry,

strawberry watermelon,

watermelon ice.

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Dummy (Tekashi 69) Vapes: In-Depth Review of Flavors, Pricing, and More

An Overview of Dummy (Tekashi 69) Vapes Dummy Vape is a disposable vape brand launched in 2023 and endorsed by the American rapper Tekashi 69. Leveraging Tekashi 69’s strong fanbase, the brand has quickly gained popularity. While I’m not particularly a fan of Tekashi 69, his colorful cartoon avatar and the eye-catching "Dummy Vapes" logo are undeniably distinctive. The character, with large expressive eyes and rainbow-colored teeth, perfectly captures Tekashi 69’s unique persona, blending humor and style. The brand’s rapid rise hasn't gone unnoticed, with other vape companies like Fume Vape attempting collaborations with Tekashi 69, which ultimately led to legal disputes. Dummy Vapes LLC, a Florida-based company, seems to be the brand's owner. In October 2023, the company filed for the Dummy Vape trademark. Interestingly, another company, HIGH-QUALITY VAPES LLC, has filed a similar trademark featuring Tekashi 69’s cartoon image, raising questions about the brand’s ownership. Currently, Dummy Vape offers a single product, the Dummy Vapes 8000. Despite lacking FDA approval, it’s marketed as a safe product. In this review, I’ll provide a closer look at this disposable vape. Design & Build Quality The Dummy (Takashi 69) Vape comes in several design variations, including the Classic version, Dummy Vapes version, and a 24k gold version. The 24k gold model, priced at $999, is currently unavailable, but it stands out as a luxury option. This review focuses on the Dummy Vapes version, which is heavily branded with Tekashi 69’s imagery. The Dummy Vapes model features a bar-shaped design with a semi-transparent, food-grade plastic mouthpiece for ergonomic comfort. The device's body is constructed from solid-colored plastic, with a small display near the bottom that shows battery and e-liquid levels. The air intake and charging port are positioned at the base. The front of the device is adorned with a colorful Dummy Vapes logo and a large cartoon image of Tekashi 69, along with the flavor name and a corresponding fruit graphic—a first for disposable vapes, adding a playful touch. While the bar-shaped design is functional, it lacks aesthetic appeal. However, the colorful Tekashi 69 cartoon adds a fun and distinctive element to the device. Performance & Functionality Specifications: - E-Liquid Capacity: 18mL - Battery Capacity: 650mAh - Maximum Puffs: 8000 - Nicotine Strength: 5% (50mg) - Operation: Draw-Activated - Heating Element: QUAQ Mesh Coil - Charging: Type-C Port - Display Screen: Smart Display Screen The Dummy (Takashi 69) Vape is prefilled with 18mL of e-liquid, promising up to 8000 puffs. In reality, users can expect around 3600 puffs, which is still respectable. The 650mAh battery takes about an hour to fully charge, offering decent performance. The device features a QUAQ mesh coil, a lesser-known brand under the same company that owns popular brands like Elf Bar, Lost Mary, and Funky Republic. This ensures reliable vaporizing technology, as the coil plays a critical role in flavor and vapor production. In terms of user experience, the Dummy Vape offers a smooth and satisfying draw. The small display screen, located on the bottom side, can be slightly inconvenient to view. Additionally, the device does not have adjustable airflow, limiting customization of the draw. Flavor Selection & Taste Dummy (Takashi 69) Vape offers 22 unique flavors: - 69 Lush Ice - Watermelon Ice - Alien Invasion - Blackberry & Dragon Fruit - Bad Berry - Intense Blackberry - Brooklyn Blue - Blueberries & Icy Coolness - Clear - Pure Vaping Experience - Cosmic Blast - Raspberry, Peach & Lime Ice - Dummy Dream - Creamy Banana Ice Cream - Fizzy Lemon - Sparkling Pink Lemonade - Fruit Frenzy - Pineapple, Guava & Passion Fruit - Gangsta Punch - Pineapple, Mango & Lime - Gooba Grape - Cranberries & Grapes - Gummo Gummy - Candy-Inspired Flavors - Kika Kiwi - Kiwi & Pomegranate - King of NY - Cool Mint Ice - Rainbow Rapper - Skittlez-Inspired Fruit Mix - Redd Dummy - Cherries, Strawberries & Apples - Stoopid Strawberry - Strawberries & Banana - Tobacco - Rich Tobacco Flavor - Trollz Twist - Blueberries, Raspberries & Sour Candy - Twisted Tangy - Orange, Lemon & Mint - Wacky Watermelon - Strawberry, Mango & Watermelon - Zest Zaza - Cucumber, Lemon & Mint Top 3 Flavors: - Cosmic Blast: A refreshing mix of raspberry, peach, and lime ice, with a balanced sweetness and cool throat hit. - Dummy Dream: Authentic banana ice cream flavor with just the right sweetness and a smooth throat hit. - Gooba Grape: A delightful blend of natural cranberry and grape flavors with balanced sweetness and a satisfying throat hit. Pricing The Dummy Classic and Dummy Vapes versions are priced at $14.99 USD, while the 24k gold version costs $999 USD. The classic version’s price is reasonable for an 18ml capacity. Retailers like vapecityusa.com offer the product for $14.44 USD, providing small savings for budget-conscious buyers. Final Thoughts As a disposable vape, the Dummy (Takashi 69) Vape stands out with its robust build quality, diverse flavor selection, and reliable performance, thanks to its QUAQ mesh coil. However, the lack of adjustable airflow and basic functionality might limit its appeal to those seeking a more customizable vaping experience. If you’re not a fan of Tekashi 69, the themed versions might not be for you. In that case, the Classic version is a more neutral option. Overall, the Dummy (Takashi 69) Vape is a solid choice for casual vapers, offering a unique blend of style and performance. Review By Vape Vison Read the full article

[starryskies97]

Before I let go Part 1

The muffled sound of music could be heard playing from the backyard. Cars were parked all outside of the house, including the street and the lawn. Kira got out of her 2024 Kia Stinger begrudgingly. She was not too fond of large gatherings. She loved her family but she found that her social battery was easily depleted. She grew up as an only child so she was always used to being by herself and keeping her own self company. Now at 27 y/o she was a certified homebody. She loved living alone. She could do what she wanted when she wanted. She also enjoyed being able to control the environment she was in. One of the reasons she hated being around people was because of the lack of control she had over the environment. Opening the door to her cousins house with a pan of banana pudding in tow, she could immediately hear the sounds of “Before I let go” by Frankie Beverly being played out by the pool. As she walked into the main living room that was cojoined to the kitchen she was immediately greeted by her older cousin, David. David was 36 y/o and was an established music producer. He worked with some of the greatest from Beyonce’, to Lady Gaga and even Mariah Carey. He lived bicoastal. He had a home in Los Angeles and Tampa. He was back in Tampa for a few weeks and wanted to throw a “welcome home bash” for himself.

“KE KEEE!!” He exclaimed

Kira playfully rolled her eyes while she surrendered to David’s embrace being mindful of the banana pudding she had made the previous night. She always made her desserts the night before so all of the flavors could set in overnight.

“Oh, I know you did not make grandma Marilyn’s famous banana pudding”

“Well you know being that I am her favorite and she only gave her recipes to me I figured it was the least I could do” she said casually while handing him the tray of banana pudding still icy cold from being in the fridge overnight. He carefully placed it on the kitchen island with  Kira trailing closely behind him.

“So how has everything been. Any new Grammys?” She asked expectantly.

“well you know a brotha gots to stay on his A-game. I have a few projects coming soon to a radio near you” He said while simultaneously popping the collar of his white Versace t-shirt. One thing about David is he loved his labels.

“ That’s cool cuz. I am proud of you!. You have come such a long way.” She responded genuinely

“Thanks I appreciate that cuz”

“Alright enough chit chatting. Time to party and let loose!” He cheered

Despite Kira’s objections about coming to the party, the vibe was vibing. Drinks were flowing, music was blasting, her little cousins were running around, getting in and out the pool. She turned her attention to the poolside bar making  a b-line to it as if it was the “promise land”. Kira was not a heavy drinker by any means but when she drank, she drank. She ordered her usual, a vodka cranberry with a splash of soda and then made her way through the crowd, greeting people left and right.

“ Oh FUCK!” she exclaimed.

She jumped when all of a sudden two large hands gripped her from behind picking her feet up off the paved pool deck. Immediately she knew who it was. No one else would be crazy enough to do that other than her best friend Damien. Immediately she turned around with a glare that could kill. Then she did what he always expected her to do. She gave him a healthy punch right into his left bicep.

“Okay box braids!” he yelled boisterously, noticing her hair was freshly done. She had boho braids installed. They were 20 in long so they stopped at the lower back of her 5’2 frame. Damien always teased Kira about getting braids. He felt like wearing braids all the time was lazy and should only be worn during vacations.

“Don’t be all buddy-buddy with me now. You didn’t see my missed facetime calls from this morning. I only rang you 5 times.”She said with an attitude.

“Bitch, you know I be MIA the morning after my appointments” Damien had a whole roster of men that he was dealing with on a weekly basis. Each weekend it was another dick. He referred to these meet ups as “dick appointments”.

“ I done told yo toxic ass you need to go somewhere and sit down. Ain’t nothing good in these streets. You gone fuck around and catch something uncurable.” she scolded him

Although Kira was only 1 year older than him she took on the big sister role. They met back in college at FAMU, an HBCU. He was student body president and an advisor for the student union. He had always been very politically engaged. Kira took a different route. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad an a member of a very prestigious African- American sorority. She didn’t enjoy the spotlight but it seemed as if the spotlight enjoyed her. To call her popular was an understatement. She was well liked by her peers, administrators and professors.

“Chile boo! I am here for a good time, not a long time.”

As time went on the party kept getting louder and louder.The liquor started to get everyone feeling really good and loose. Her and her friend Damien spent some time dancing it up on the pool deck. They would alternate and take turns twerking on each other. By this time all the kids were upstairs playing. A tired Kira retreated to a nearby table where she saw an open chair planted a few feet away from said table. At that table a lively game of spades was underway. The sounds of the loud smacks on the table and constant jeering and insults being thrown were all too familiar to Kira. She enjoyed watching a game of spades even though she never learned herself. This was something her cousin David would always tease her about, yet he never offered to actually teach her.

At the table she noticed a face that she had never seen before. A man slightly slouched in his chair with his forearms rested on the table with cards resting in his hand. He had what someone would call a “poker face”. His eyes were intently studying his deck of cards waiting on his turn. He seemed very relaxed, cool and collected. He did not seem fazed by the insults at all and when it was time to play his deck he said nothing. No trash talking, no cheering, no nothing. This intrigued Kira. Spades was always such a lively game that involved everyone but she guessed he just had a different style of playing. He had on all black except for his all white Air Force Ones and those things were crisp. He had a rugged yet sexy look to him. He had a neatly trimmed beard with patches of grey hair peeking out. She also noticed his silver chain and bracelet. He looked like he took care of himself she thought. He was athletic build and she could tell that he was a gym rat. His arms were adorned in what appeared to be tribal art of some sort. “I bet he smells good”. Kira thought to herself.

At once, he finally looked up locking eye contact with Kira. She immediately folded and looked away while stroking her hair trying to play it off as if it was an accident. Luckily she had a dark chocolate complexion so she could blush without it showing on her face. She felt like his dark brown eyes stared into her soul. She instantly felt naked and slightly embarrassed. Even though Kira was drop dead gorgeous she sometimes felt not pretty enough. She was self conscious about her body for one. She was very petite and even though her body was perfectly proportionate she felt like she would feel sexier with larger breasts and a larger ass. That seemed to be the trend now a days anyway. His eyes refocused to his deck cards appearing oblivious to the awkward exchange that had just occurred. She then decided to retreat inside to the bathroom to shake off the nerves.

Making her way back to the party she decided to go to the kitchen and get some dessert. It was that time of the month so she had an insatiable sweet tooth right now. She then came to an erupt stop.

There he was.

Standing in the kitchen devouring a plate of her Grandma’s banana pudding. She gave him a small awkward smile while trying to avoid contact. She grabbed a paper plate and a plastic spoon. She decided to serve herself a few scoops of the pudding.

“Kira, is that right?” He said out of the blue.

If she could disappear at once she would in that moment.

“How did you know?” She asked.

“D told me that I couldn’t leave without trying yo ‘nana pudding”. He explained

“Oh you’re friends with my cousin David?”. She asked

“Yeah that’s my homeboy. We met back in college. We were on the football team together.”

“Oh that’s dope” She said

She tried to pick up as much intel as she could from this mysterious man. She wondered what his ethnicity was. He had a deep caramel complexion. He obviously wasn’t white or black she guessed from his facial features and skin. But she was so intrigued by his tatts. They weren’t typical everyday tattoos. She could tell that they were meaningful. She wanted to ask him but she didn’t want to turn him off by being to upfront.

“You from round here” He asked. Snapping her out of her thoughts.

“I’m originally from Orlando, but I moved here for work” She said.

Kira was offered a higher paying job and she was not going to let distance stop her from getting her coins.

“Oh yeah, you a nurse right?”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“Well damn how much did David tell you.”

“Enough…Not to be weird but I clocked you as soon as I saw you walking towards the bar and asked D who you were and he told me.” He replied a matter of factly

“Oh, well I hope he told you all good things.” She lightly chuckled trying to lighten up the sexual tension that was palpable between them. There was something about him. His confidence had her knees weak. He was assertive and a little cocky but not too much. His eyes were like lasers burning right through her body. She felt heat travel from her face all the way to her toes. Her feet felt like heavy blocks of concrete. She couldn’t run away if she had tried. It seemed like time had stood still for a few minutes.

“Keke!!” David yelled our emerging from the pool deck into the kitchen where the couple was currently standing.

“We bout to play “Sing or drink”. Bring yo black ass out here and play” He yelled out slurring every word. He was noticeable wasted.

She heard a noticeable chuckle come from the mysterious man. This was the most expressive she had seen his face all night. He seemed slightly amused by the short interaction between her and her cousin.

“It was nice talking to you, umm….”

“Joshua, but you can call me Jey.” He interrupted .

“Jey” She repeated with a faint smile

Disclaimer: Ya'll, not too much on me. This is my first ever fanfic! I am doing this for fun. I figured instead of just being a reader I could be a writer as well. Enjoy! Positive vibes only!

[vapebig]

All About the Elux FireRose

Renowned for their widely embraced Elux 600 range and Elux Nic Salts, Elux has now entered the competitive 'Big Puff' arena with the introduction of the Elux Firerose. As the name implies, it has ignited quite the positive reception. In this guide, we'll delve into the distinctive features of this disposable vape to uncover what sets it apart.

Key Features of the Elux Firerose

Elux Firerose 4500, delivering a potent 2% nicotine punch and a robust 20mg nicotine strength. Its sleek design encompasses a 2ml liquid capacity, ensuring a lasting indulgence in your favourite flavours. No need for hassle; it's ready to use straight out of the box, providing convenience in its compact and portable size, perfect for those on-the-go moments.

Say goodbye to the hassles of setup and cleaning – the Elux Firerose embraces a disposable design, ensuring a straightforward and fuss-free vaping experience. Its Mouth-to-Lung (MTL) feature adds an extra layer of simplicity, activated effortlessly with a gentle draw for a seamlessly enjoyable encounter. Immerse yourself in a world of flavour diversity, as the Elux Firerose offers a broad spectrum of rich and aromatic options, and the best part? Each bar doesn't just promise, but delivers up to a whopping 4500 puffs, guaranteeing a journey filled with satisfaction and enduring enjoyment with every single inhalation.

Flavour Options:

The Firerose has a great and diverse range of flavour options to suit any style or preference, mixing both well-loved and classic flavours with innovative new blends. Though the range may expand in future, the current offering includes:

Apple Berry Blast

Blackcurrant Lemonade

Blue Ice

Blue Razz Lemonade

Blueberry Bubblegum

Blueberry Cherry Cranberry

Blueberry Peach Ice

Blueberry Pomegranate

Blueberry Raspberry

Cherry Cola

Cherry Ice

Fizzy Cherry

Fresh Menthol Mojito

Fresh Mint

Grape Berry

Grape Gummy Bear

Gummy Bear

Hubba Bubba

Kiwi Passionfruit Guava

Lime Lemon

Mr Blue

Peach Blueberry Candy

Peach Mango

Pineapple Peach Mango

Pink Lemonade

Red Apple Ice

Skittles

Strawberry Energy

Strawberry Grape

Strawberry Kiwi

Strawberry Raspberry

Strawberry Raspberry Candy

Strawberry Raspberry Cherry Ice

Strawberry Watermelon Bubble Gum

Tiger Blood

Triple Melon

Unicorn Shake

Vim Bull

Watermelon Ice

Watermelon Lime

With so many flavour options available, it’s almost impossible to get bored. Those with a sweet tooth will enjoy the wealth of fruity options, and fans of the classics will always have choices like Cherry Cola and Fresh Mint to fall back on.

Summary:

You can count on the Elux Firerose to keep the fun lasting, promising up to 4500 puffs in each bar. It's a journey worth savouring, offering a mix of classic and inventive flavours that suit a wide range of tastes. As Elux keeps making waves in the vaping scene, the Firerose stands tall, proving their commitment to top-notch and innovative vaping adventures. Whether you're a seasoned pro or just stepping into the world of disposable vapes, the Elux Firerose is a standout choice that's hard to ignore.

[vapeshop134]

ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE IN UAE

The ElfBar dubai Disposable has a nicotine salt strength of 2.0 percent TFN to give vapers the clouds they want. A 650mAh rechargeable battery powers each vapor pull. Simply recharge when the battery is low, and the gadget is ready to continue producing lovely clouds! The entire sensation is cultivated with no effort thanks to a simple draw-activated firing mechanism. To obtain a full dosage of exceptionally smooth, delicious vapor clouds, inhale deeply. The Elf Bar dubai Disposable is a fantastic product. Try each taste with confidence if you enjoy disposable vape devices.

Quick link: Pod salt disposable

ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE Specifications

13.0mL pre-filled Elf Bar BC5000 Disposable vape

Disposable & non-refillable

Rechargeable 650mAh battery

2.0% (20mg) TFN nicotine salt strength

Pre-filled & pre-charged device

USB-C charging (no charger included)

Dual mesh coils for intense flavor

Around 5,000 puffs per disposable vape

Draw-activated firing mechanism

Light & portable device

Incredibly diverse flavor profiles

ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE Available Flavors:

Blue Razz Ice

Cranberry Grape

Energy

Kiwi Passionfruit Guava

Lemon Mint

Mango Peach

Peach Ice

Peach Mango Watermelon

Rainbow

Red Mojito

Sakura Grape

Sour Apple

Strawberry Banana

Strawberry Kiwi

Strawberry Mango

Sweet Menthol

Triple Berry Ice

Tropical Rainbow Blast

Watermelon Bubblegum

Watermelon Ice

ELF BAR Disposable Review In UAE

BC5000 Elf Bar vape have swiftly become one of the most talked-about technologies in the vaping community! Elf Bar is constantly upgrading its taste profiles to go above and beyond what’s anticipated as a brand. Each gadget is small, light, and easy to transport. Despite the device’s enormous 13mL e-juice reservoir, the ELF BAR 5000 puffs disposable vape  is still small enough to take anywhere!

Both ELF BAR 5000 puffs disposable vape devices allow vapers to get the most out of their Nic salt vape juice. Elf Bar BC3500 has 11 mL of flavoured vape juice and ElfBar Dubai has 13 mL of prefilled vape juice. Most vapers can get at least a week’s worth of use out of a single device.

They are particularly appealing to consumers since they are rechargeable and give more puffs than 90% of disposables on the market. However, those are only the facts on paper. Is it worth it to buy them since they perform well in practice?

Quality in Design 

Elfbar BC3500 and BC5000 are very identical in appearance, with the exception that BC5000 is 10mm taller. These aren’t your typical disposable pen-style disposables. Instead, they have the appearance of little pod vapes. BC3500 measures 69mm in height, 41mm in width, and 19mm in thickness. The BC5000 is 79mm taller than the BC5000, but else it is identical in size and appearance.

LASTLY ELF BAR BC5000 DISPOSABLE

The Elf bar 5000 Disposable Pod Device adopts flagon-shaped design and portable size with unprecedented using experience. And the Elf bar BC5000 Disposable Pod Device has 13ml pre-filled juice to bring about 5000 puffs for you. Moreover, the Elf bar BC5000 Disposable Pod Device uses dual coil with extraordinary flavors. Contrast color collocation delivers more enjoyment.

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ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE

ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE are two new rechargeable disposable vape lines from Elf Bar Dubai. Two things about them stand out right away: the first is that they are rechargeable via Type-C connection, allowing you to get every last drop of e-juice out of them. The second feature is that they claim to offer 3500 and 5000 puffs, respectively.

ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE IN UAE

The ElfBar dubai Disposable has a nicotine salt strength of 2.0 percent TFN to give vapers the clouds they want. A 650mAh rechargeable battery powers each vapor pull. Simply recharge when the battery is low, and the gadget is ready to continue producing lovely clouds! The entire sensation is cultivated with no effort thanks to a simple draw-activated firing mechanism. To obtain a full dosage of exceptionally smooth, delicious vapor clouds, inhale deeply. The Elf Bar dubai Disposable is a fantastic product. Try each taste with confidence if you enjoy disposable vape devices.

Quick link: Pod salt disposable

ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE Specifications

13.0mL pre-filled Elf Bar BC5000 Disposable vape

Disposable & non-refillable

Rechargeable 650mAh battery

2.0% (20mg) TFN nicotine salt strength

Pre-filled & pre-charged device

USB-C charging (no charger included)

Dual mesh coils for intense flavor

Around 5,000 puffs per disposable vape

Draw-activated firing mechanism

Light & portable device

Incredibly diverse flavor profiles

ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE Available Flavors:

Blue Razz Ice

Cranberry Grape

Energy

Kiwi Passionfruit Guava

Lemon Mint

Mango Peach

Peach Ice

Peach Mango Watermelon

Rainbow

Red Mojito

Sakura Grape

Sour Apple

Strawberry Banana

Strawberry Kiwi

Strawberry Mango

Sweet Menthol

Triple Berry Ice

Tropical Rainbow Blast

Watermelon Bubblegum

Watermelon Ice

ELF BAR Disposable Review In UAE

BC5000 Elf Bar vape have swiftly become one of the most talked-about technologies in the vaping community! Elf Bar is constantly upgrading its taste profiles to go above and beyond what’s anticipated as a brand. Each gadget is small, light, and easy to transport. Despite the device’s enormous 13mL e-juice reservoir, the ELF BAR 5000 puffs disposable vape  is still small enough to take anywhere!

Both ELF BAR 5000 puffs disposable vape devices allow vapers to get the most out of their Nic salt vape juice. Elf Bar BC3500 has 11 mL of flavoured vape juice and ElfBar Dubai has 13 mL of prefilled vape juice. Most vapers can get at least a week’s worth of use out of a single device.

They are particularly appealing to consumers since they are rechargeable and give more puffs than 90% of disposables on the market. However, those are only the facts on paper. Is it worth it to buy them since they perform well in practice?

Quality in Design 

Elfbar BC3500 and BC5000 are very identical in appearance, with the exception that BC5000 is 10mm taller. These aren’t your typical disposable pen-style disposables. Instead, they have the appearance of little pod vapes. BC3500 measures 69mm in height, 41mm in width, and 19mm in thickness. The BC5000 is 79mm taller than the BC5000, but else it is identical in size and appearance.

LASTLY ELF BAR BC5000 DISPOSABLE

The Elf bar 5000 Disposable Pod Device adopts flagon-shaped design and portable size with unprecedented using experience. And the Elf bar BC5000 Disposable Pod Device has 13ml pre-filled juice to bring about 5000 puffs for you. Moreover, the Elf bar BC5000 Disposable Pod Device uses dual coil with extraordinary flavors. Contrast color collocation delivers more enjoyment.

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ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE are two new rechargeable disposable vape lines from Elf Bar Dubai. Two things about them stand out right away: the first is that they are rechargeable via Type-C connection, allowing you to get every last drop of e-juice out of them. The second feature is that they claim to offer 3500 and 5000 puffs, respectively.

ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE IN UAE

The ElfBar dubai Disposable has a nicotine salt strength of 2.0 percent TFN to give vapers the clouds they want. A 650mAh rechargeable battery powers each vapor pull. Simply recharge when the battery is low, and the gadget is ready to continue producing lovely clouds! The entire sensation is cultivated with no effort thanks to a simple draw-activated firing mechanism. To obtain a full dosage of exceptionally smooth, delicious vapor clouds, inhale deeply. The Elf Bar dubai Disposable is a fantastic product. Try each taste with confidence if you enjoy disposable vape devices.

Quick link: Pod salt disposable

ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE Specifications

13.0mL pre-filled Elf Bar BC5000 Disposable vape

Disposable & non-refillable

Rechargeable 650mAh battery

2.0% (20mg) TFN nicotine salt strength

Pre-filled & pre-charged device

USB-C charging (no charger included)

Dual mesh coils for intense flavor

Around 5,000 puffs per disposable vape

Draw-activated firing mechanism

Light & portable device

Incredibly diverse flavor profiles

ELF BAR 5000 PUFFS DISPOSABLE VAPE Available Flavors:

Blue Razz Ice

Cranberry Grape

Energy

Kiwi Passionfruit Guava

Lemon Mint

Mango Peach

Peach Ice

Peach Mango Watermelon

Rainbow

Red Mojito

Sakura Grape

Sour Apple

Strawberry Banana

Strawberry Kiwi

Strawberry Mango

Sweet Menthol

Triple Berry Ice

Tropical Rainbow Blast

Watermelon Bubblegum

Watermelon Ice

ELF BAR Disposable Review In UAE

BC5000 Elf Bar vape have swiftly become one of the most talked-about technologies in the vaping community! Elf Bar is constantly upgrading its taste profiles to go above and beyond what’s anticipated as a brand. Each gadget is small, light, and easy to transport. Despite the device’s enormous 13mL e-juice reservoir, the ELF BAR 5000 puffs disposable vape  is still small enough to take anywhere!

Both ELF BAR 5000 puffs disposable vape devices allow vapers to get the most out of their Nic salt vape juice. Elf Bar BC3500 has 11 mL of flavoured vape juice and ElfBar Dubai has 13 mL of prefilled vape juice. Most vapers can get at least a week’s worth of use out of a single device.

They are particularly appealing to consumers since they are rechargeable and give more puffs than 90% of disposables on the market. However, those are only the facts on paper. Is it worth it to buy them since they perform well in practice?

Quality in Design 

Elfbar BC3500 and BC5000 are very identical in appearance, with the exception that BC5000 is 10mm taller. These aren’t your typical disposable pen-style disposables. Instead, they have the appearance of little pod vapes. BC3500 measures 69mm in height, 41mm in width, and 19mm in thickness. The BC5000 is 79mm taller than the BC5000, but else it is identical in size and appearance.

LASTLY ELF BAR BC5000 DISPOSABLE

The Elf bar 5000 Disposable Pod Device adopts flagon-shaped design and portable size with unprecedented using experience. And the Elf bar BC5000 Disposable Pod Device has 13ml pre-filled juice to bring about 5000 puffs for you. Moreover, the Elf bar BC5000 Disposable Pod Device uses dual coil with extraordinary flavors. Contrast color collocation delivers more enjoyment.

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