#the fall of the house of ushr fanfic

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higher than heaven | tamerlane usher

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synopsis: Goldbug launch was a tremendous sucess. Of course Tamerlane knew it would be one, but it still was nice to see it being well received by the press. And the best part was that, when she got out of the stage and out of that sucessfull entrepreneur mode, Tamerlane had you waiting with open arms.

warnings: fluff. married life. fix fic. entrepreneur meets entrepreneur and fall in love. tammy will get her well deserved rest time!!!! female!reader.

The launch was expensive, but it was worth every penny. More than just self-care, Goldbug is luxury. Rarity. It is for few, and that is why it is desired by everyone. It was expensive, it will pay for itself and more.

And when everyone present felt special, felt deserving of the great wonders that only generational money and political influence could achieve, Tamerlane knew that Goldbug was a sucess. She knew that her name would never be forgotten. That her family would never be able to forget how even during a judicial hell she was the reason the name Usher was associated with something desirable.

And Tammy knew you were waiting for her.

Tamerlane presented Goldbug, she sold it, but you were the one making sure the press would say the right thing. While journalists were drinking champagne, you repeated the names of the suppliers. While influencers were distracted by the beauty of the event, you somehow convinced them to take photos in the right place and at the right time. And if the futile personalities who were invited suggested that luxury was something they were used to, you reminded them of what Goldbug really was: the perfect way to make someone green with envy.

Her model, her muse, the face of her empire under construction. Your hair, your necklace, your dress. Your perfume, your eyeline, your hells. Your brain. You. You, as whole. You were part of this. You were a reason for Goldbug to be desirable. You were perfect, just as always.

But Tammy guess she isn't impartial when it comes to you. You could have someone's blood on your face, a weapon on your hands, and she would still think of you in the same perfect. Perfect. And hers.

It was impossible to talk during the launch, even when drinks were being served for you two it was still work, but your eyes meet and she saw how proud they were of her. Smiles were hidden behind glasses. Your hand bumped into Tamerlane's elbow while you were talking to a deputy's wife. You were the one to start her standing ovation.

When the event ended, Madeline approached with a discreet smile on her face. "The articles have already started to come out." Apparently the reporters were faster than Tammy had imagined. "You did a good for the family. And so did she."

Frederick can suck that, Tamerlane thought while walking towards her car. Not only the best daughter, she also has the best wife. Those cakes can suck it too.

The security guard opened the car door, and a calm smile dominated Tamerlane's face as soon as she saw you reading something on your phone. "They're all fawning over you," you whispered as Tammy sat right next to you.

Tamerlane rested her head on the bench and didn't answer you. She just looked at you. The makeup on yoyr eyes was smudged. You rubbed them. The lipstick in the center of your lips was faded, the red getting lost with each sip from the various glasses that passed through your hand. Your bun was falling, and your hairpins were showing.

Perfect.

The car accelerated, and Tamerlane took a deep breath. She let the air inside her lungs change, peace dominate her body. Instead of putting on her belt, Tamerlane laid her head on your lap.

"You were amazing on the stage. I could never," you whispered. Even if the driver had better things to do than pay attention to your conversation, you still prefer to make it as intimate as you can. Your fingers caressed her hair, nails lightly scratching her scalp. "Green really is your color."

Tamerlane chuckle. "I don't think there is something you can't do, my other half." Tammy closed her eyes, your fingers giving her goosebumps. She squeezed your knee, tugging at the thin fabric of your dress. "Green?"

"Yes, my other half" Tammy could almost hear your smile as you mirrored her. "Green."

Tammy didn't even notice she fell asleep. She just felt the car stop, the engine going silent. She still felt your fingers sliding against her scalp. "Wake up, sleepyhead." You didn't stop caressing her. "Bed is more comfortable."

That made her get out of the car.

Maybe it was childish and irresponsible, but you didn't shower before bed. Tammy threw her heels away, you stood in front of one of the bedroom's mirror struggling to get rid of the hairpins. She walked over to you, and wrapped her arms around your waist. "In need of help, pretty lady?"

"Call me a damnsel in distress," you held her hands. Tamerlane smelled like strawberry. Not like something made to smell like strawberry, but just like the fruit. It was so great you could sleep against her.

You had to let go for Tammy to help you, and you missed her even with her behind you. "After all that," you started. "When Goldbug is stable and the trials end..."

Tammy put the hairpins on the dressing table. "That's okay. I don't wanna talk about it, but I know it's happening. Just go on."

It was your time to help her. You unzip the green dress, and handed Tammy her nightgown. "When it's done, we could go on a vacation. Just the two of us."

She pulled the sheets off the bed and lay down. You turned off the lights and changed into your pajamas in the dark. "Where?" Tammy turned on the lamp. "Where we didn't went yet?"

You lay down, pulled the blanket over yourself, and turned to face her. Tammy snuggled closer to you, her cold feet touching yours. "Greece."

"Greece it is", Tammy kissed your lips lightly. "You reread Percy Jackson, didn't you?"

You laughed against her lips. "You know me so well."

"Of course I do," you felt her smile growing. None of you could move away. None of you wanted that. "Do you think for even a second that I could think about anything that isn't you?"

"Oh, shit." You rubbed your nose against hers. "Tamerlane, do you have a crush on me?"

"Fuck you," was the last thing she told you before sleeping on your arms.

It was a amazing night. Perfect, Tamerlane would say.

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