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captainoftherollyjoger · 7 years ago

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The Eye of the Storm: Chapter Seven

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I’ve been sorting all my Uni stuff out. Turns out I’m moving to Scotland! So excited to go and study English!

Emma and Hook find the island which holds the Eye of the Storm.

Prologue : Chapter One : Chapter Two : Chapter Three : Chapter Four : Chapter Five : Chapter Six

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“There it is, love.” A voice came behind her. She was staring at the island, it was small in comparison to the others, a beach ran all the way around, but a great forest soon followed after. “Looks… fun.”

“Your definition of fun seems a bit twisted.”

“Ah yes, yours is being kidnapped by pirates and marrying the captain, I suppose.” He smirked and she couldn't help but smile.

“Hardly.” She scoffed. “So, rowing boat?”

“Rowing boat.”

They took turns rowing the boat to the shore, it was only fair that way. He was quiet the entire trip, he looked nervous, a lot relied on this moment. Emma reached across for his hand.

“Hey, we’ll be okay.” He looked down and cleared his throat, then his eyebrow raised.

“Didn't know you cared.”

“Well, you are my husband, after all.”

“Yeh, I guess I am.” He smiled. “Shouldn't be long now.”

They arrived at shore, Killian tied the boat to a tree nearby. Both were carrying a pack on their backs, they had no idea how long the journey would take them. They just knew they had to work their way into the centre of the forest. The sun was glaring down on them, Killian was wearing his heavy coat.

“Do you not sweat in that?” She asked.

“Tryna get me out of my clothes, Swan? You only have to ask.” He waggled his eyebrows. She raised one in return then sauntered over to him. She heard him gulp as she stuck a finger into his waistcoat and pulled him closer. She stood on her toes and he leaned down. Her hand came to the back of his head and she ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck

“Trust me, Captain. If I wanted you out of your clothes, I wouldn't even have to ask.” She stepped back and started laughing. He was clearly flustered and there was no witty comment to follow. “What's wrong, hubby? Cat got your tongue?”

“I think we should get going.” He straightened himself up. “After you.” She smirked at him and pulled out her sword. She walked off and he let out a big sigh. “Bloody woman.”

Emma was hacking at the foliage in front of them, sweat was dripping down her forehead, and she was panting hard. They hadn't spoke since the beach, he followed her in a moody silence.

“We’ve been at this for hours!” He moaned.

“We? We! You've just been following the path that I cut out for us.” Emma huffed.

“You are my first mate, you can't expect the captain to do all the hard work, can you?” A grin appeared on his face.

“I’m your wife, I thought you might be a gentleman and at least cut part of the way for us.” She returned his smile.

“Why would I do that when you are clearly the best man… woman for the job. Plus I can appreciate you better from behind.” He winked. She walked over and thrust the sword into his chest.

“Your turn.”

“I’m not cutting down this awful place, I’m the Captain.”

“Maybe I just want to appreciate you from behind.” She smirked. “Get chopping.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He seemed angry now, he pointed the sword at her.

“Don’t you dare point that thing at me, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it as partners, not as one above the other. You get me?” She spat. He ignored her. “I said, do you get me?” He turned away from her and he felt something pass his head. A dagger wedged itself into the tree in front of him. He span around and glared at her.

“All well and good, Swan. But now, you have no weapon.” He said smugly. She kicked his hand and the sword flew out of it, she caught it in mid-air and shoved him to the ground.

“I think you’re forgetting who I am, Captain. I’m not one of your pushovers, I can look after myself. Especially when pirates are involved.”

“I don’t think you realise how much of a pirate you’ve become.” He sat up and dusted himself off. “What would dear old dad think? I dread to think.”

“Leave my family out of this. You know what, Hook. Find the damn jewel on your own, I’ll be at the beach.” She stomped off, angry at his short temper. They were getting on so well and he always had to ruin it.

Hook was cutting away at the forest, it was a lot more boring now he didn’t have Emma with him. Even when she was being quiet, he liked her presence. She was just getting too close. He didn’t like it, he didn’t like how vulnerable she made him feel. It was getting dark and he was having no luck, he turned back and headed for the beach, they could easily get through tomorrow. He saw her sitting on the sand, she was staring out to sea. The moon was dancing on the waves, and the stars were particularly bright.

Emma felt a heavy weight on her shoulders, it was Hook’s coat. She was still annoyed, but grateful for the warmth it offered.

“An offering of peace.” He sat beside her and leant back on the rock she was also leaning on. “I’m sorry, love. I just don’t know how to act around people I like. It’s easy to shout and be mad at someone, it’s harder to just be civil. Especially when I respect someone as much as you.”

“This is respect?” She gave him a dirty look.

“I mean, inside, I respect you. I just don’t know how to show it.” He let out a deep sigh. “I’ve been in captain mode for so long, literally hundreds of years. You’re the first person who’s ever affected me like this. It creeps me out. I just forgot what it’s like to genuinely like a person.”

“Just treat me like a human being, every time I impress you or surprise you just appreciate it, don’t turn on me like it’s my fault. It’s not hard.”

“It is though, Swan. The last person I ever had who treated me like a normal person was Liam, everyone else thinks I’m this fearsome Captain Hook. I’m fed up of being him. I want to be Killian Jones again, but I’m also scared of being him again.”

“Killian Jones seems like a decent guy, I think I could get on with him.” She bumped his shoulder to make him more comfortable and to show she’d forgiven him, at least a little.

“I’ll try my best to stop being an arse.”

“All I ask.” She put an arm around his neck and headlocked him. She scratched her knuckles on his head.

“Ow! Emma! Stop it.” He laughed. She let him go. “We should find somewhere to sleep.”

“Already got it.” She stood up, his coat weighed a tonne. “Follow me.” He did. She led them to a small shelter. “I made this when you were doing god knows what in the forest.”

“It’s a bit small. Snug, shall I say?”

“What’s wrong, Capt’n? Thought of being with me in such confined space doing things to you?” She smirked. “The more confined, the warmer we will be, I can assure you it will save our lives. These nights can get cold.” She crawled into the shelter she had made and shoved off her boots.

“If you fall prey to my charms, I can only apologise.” He did the same and they both lay down. She still had the coat over her.

“Snuggle up.”

“What?”

“Snuggle up. Get under the coat with me.” She heard him gulp. “I don’t bite.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Though he did as he was told. She turned onto her side and he moved closer. “May I?”

“Go for it.” He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled into her neck. It was even better than being in his cabin, they were better friends now, he appreciated the warmth she gave off and just the general comfort of having someone to hold close. “Urm, Hook. I’m flattered and all, but maybe I should be the big spoon, it’s just a situation seems to have risen.” He was hoping she wouldn’t mention that.

“I’m sorry, love. No can do. We won’t get sufficient heat the other way, if there was away I could prevent it, I would, but unfortunately there isn’t. Especially when there’s a beautiful, brave lass in my arms, who also happens to be my wife.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Aye. I think you’re very beautiful.” She rolled onto her back and looked up, though it was too dark to see anything. She felt his breath on her, then his lips.

“Killian.”

“Mmm, love.”

“That’s my cheek you’re currently making out with.” She giggled. “These are my lips.” She pulled him down to her, he was very tender and soft, until she got bored and spiced things up a bit.

“Love, you’re not helping any situation here.” He smirked, she laughed into him. “We should stop, as lovely as this is, it’s not the place for it. Before it goes too far and I’m unable to resist you.” Though he did pepper a few more kisses down her neck. “One day though, Emma. I’m having you, I can promise you that now.”

“I hope you keep your promises.” She turned into him and snuggled into his chest. She placed a few odd kisses to his jaw.

“Emma.” He warned. “Stop it now, before it goes too far.”

“Sorry.”

Throughout the night, whenever one awoke, they placed kisses on one another. Sometimes whilst one was asleep, others when they were both awake which kept turning into make out sessions.

“I didn’t think you were into me, Swan.”

“I didn’t think so either, but turns out, you’re a really fantastic kisser. We really need to sleep now, Jones.”

“If I feel another kiss, we’re sleeping in different shelters tomorrow night.” She warned. He may have given her a few more, but she really didn’t seem to mind.

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smkkbert · 8 years ago

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In my daughter’s eyes (11 of 12)

- The first sequel to The best mistake -

Summary: Six months after the birth of their daughter Mae Oliver and Felicity live in Boston as a young family. Going to college and raising a baby is more difficult than either of them could have seen coming. Especially Oliver seems to have trouble settling down in the new city. When he finally finds new friends, he soon finds himself being dragged back into old behavior. Will he realize before he risks everything he built the last months?

Rating: Teen

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 or read everything on Ao3

Special thanks to Diva Alex @pr0fessi0nal-fangurl for editing this story

“Guys, I’m home!” Oliver called from the front door, letting it fall shut behind him.

He dropped his sports bag to the floor and put his keys onto the small table next to the door. While he was slipping out of his leather jacket, he turned around towards the door to the kitchen and smiled brightly when he saw Felicity coming closer with Mae walking in front of her mother. Her little fingers were wrapped tightly around her mother’s forefingers and her she was quite insecure on her wobbly legs, but she was walking.

Oliver went down on his knees, spreading his arms. “Come here, my little princess.”

Mae smiled happily and walked closer to him, still holding onto her mother for support for dear life. When Felicity stopped the length of an arm away from him, Mae put her foot forward cautiously, trying to get closer to her daddy, but she refused to let of her mommy’s hand. At eleven months it was just too soon for her to trust her legs Oliver guessed. The little girl looked back over her shoulder to her mommy, releasing an unhappy sound about the fact that she couldn’t move further. Then she turned her big, blue eyes to Oliver, hesitantly let go of one of her mommy’s fingers and reached a hand out for him.

“Dada,” she pleaded.

Oliver didn’t waste a second. He closed the distance to his daughter, wrapped his arms around her tightly and lifted her into his arms. He started peppering her face with a series kisses immediately, making the little girl in his arms giggle happily.

“Did you just say your first real word?” Oliver asked between kisses.

Mae had been babbling a lot these last months and she had said ‘dada’ several times already, but she had never said it like that. She had never looked at him and called him ‘dada’ like she really meant it and understood that that word should be reserved only for him. Today it had felt different like she knew exactly that only he was dada.

When he stopped peppering kisses all over Mae’s face, she leaned her forehead against his and framed his face with her tiny hands. They moved through the struggle because Mae loved the feeling of his scratchy hair tickling her palms as much as Felicity did. Oliver kissed Mae’s lips shortly.

“Can you say it again?” he asked in a whisper.

“Dada,” Mae replied without hesitation.

Oliver smiled and whispered more to himself than anyone else, “I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this moment for anything.”

He stayed in this intimate position with Mae for a moment longer until the little girl pulled back a little. Oliver’s eyes immediately landed on Felicity, who was leaning in the doorframe between the hallway and watched the scene with a happy smile on her lips. Oliver felt his stomach tingling at the expression of love in her eyes.

“She said ‘dada’,” he told her, beaming with joy.

Felicity nodded. “I have heard.”

Oliver watched her puckering her lips which gave her face a pouting look. He tried his best to hide it, but he couldn’t help himself but grin at her. “Maybe the next one says ‘mama’ first.”

“You are thinking about a next one?” Felicity asked, perking up her brows, “Because I feel like we still have our hands full with this little cutie pie.”

Oliver watched Felicity tickle the soles of Mae’s feet. It made the little girl squeal happily and move in his arms, but he held her against her safely and explained, “Yeah, I meant that for the far future.”

“Very, very far future I hope,” Felicity replied, nodding her head.

She smiled and stepped closer to him, framing his face with her hands just like Mae had before and straightened up onto the tip of her toes to kiss him gently. Their lips met in a slow kiss, moving in synch against each other’s for a long moment before Felicity broke the kiss, nuzzling his nose only shortly before lowering herself back on her heels.

“I love coming home,” Oliver said with a wide smile, loosening one arm from around Mae to put it around Felicity’s waist and hold her to him, “especially when I have my two girls waiting for me.”

Felicity smiled. “We are always waiting for you to come home though I have to say that I am surprised you are back already. I thought you were going to stay with the team a little longer given it was the last training before summer break.”

“Yeah, but given it’s only two more nights at home and four more nights before I will leave with my dad, I figured I wanted to rather stay here,” Oliver explained.

They strolled into the living room, sitting down on the couch with Mae sitting on Oliver’s thighs and leaning back against him so her back rested against his abs. She yawned, grabbing the pink octopus that had been lying on the couch and snuggled her cheek to the plushy fabric. She would have to go to bed soon or she was going to turn grumpy. He would put her to bed in a few minutes Oliver decided. Right now he just wanted to have her close for a little longer, knowing that he had to get through three long weeks without his little princess soon.

Felicity took his hand that rested on the backrest of the couch and squeezed his fingers gently. When he looked at her, he found her eyes already on him, taking him in. She had her head cocked, wordlessly asking was what going on with him. Oliver smiled. There was something wonderfully comforting in the knowledge that Felicity knew him so well.

“I am going to miss the two of you,” he admitted with a sigh, lacing his fingers through Felicity’s and tightening his arm around Mae’s stomach. “Whenever I think about leaving you for three long weeks, I swear my stomach twists.”

Felicity frowned, scooting a little closer to Oliver. Mae used the opportunity to take hold of her mother’s shirt. She used the hold to pull herself onto her feet. Oliver put a hand to Mae’s back to support her stand and make sure she wouldn’t fall back and bump her head. Mae turned carefully, looking at her dad and sitting down on Felicity’s crossed legs.

“Traitor,” Oliver mumbled and Mae squealed, not minding her daddy’s word. She leaned back, resting her head against Felicity’s breast and started taking in the tentacles carefully, babbling to herself in the meantime. Oliver watched her reverently, asking, “Can you believe she is turning a year in only a month?”

Felicity kissed the crown of Mae’s head, making the little girl smile at her mommy happily. It warmed Oliver’s heart in a way only these two here could.

“It’s unbelievable how quickly time has passed,” Felicity replied with a sigh. She was quiet for a moment before she said, “Back to your vacation plans for a second, though, you know that you don’t have to go there, right? If you really feel so uncomfortable about it, you don’t have to go.”

Oliver sighed. Since he had decided to go on the boat trip with his father, leaving Felicity and Mae alone for three long weeks, he had been going back and forth on whether he should really go. Spending time with his dad was going to be great and it was exactly what he had wanted for so long. Being so far away from home scared him, though.

Oliver closed his eyes and shook his head, chuckling. “You know what? The trip is probably going to be a lot of fun. Besides, I know that you’ve got everything handled perfectly and if you need help, there are enough people willing to help.”

Felicity smiled at him. “Exactly.”

She leaned forward over Mae’s head and Oliver met her halfway, kissing her gently. Their tongues met in a slow dance, stroking against each other’s. When Felicity lifted a hand and stroked her fingertips through the short hair at the nape of his neck, he moaned into the kiss quietly. He leaned closer to try and deepen the kiss, but Felicity leaned back until their lips parted. She shot a meaningful gaze down at Mae.

Oliver sighed, lowering his face until his forehead rested against his daughters, and whispered to her, “When we are in Starling, we will have to sleep there for two nights. I am sure Aunt Thea is going to be very eager to babysit you for one night, so mommy and daddy can have a little fun.”

Mae squealed like she understood exactly what her daddy had just said. Oliver and Felicity chuckled in response and Oliver kissed Mae’s cheek before he straightened back up a little to look at Felicity.

“A little fun, hm?” she asked, cocking her head.

Oliver lowered his gaze to Mae and winked at her. “We two know what daddy means, right?”

Again Mae squealed, kicking her legs in amusement. Then she yawned and turned her head against Felicity’s breast, releasing a deep breath. Oliver looked at Felicity again, watching a blush spreading from her cheeks down her neck, revealing that she knew as well as he did what he was talking about. Not that Oliver would have doubted that!

“I talked to Laurel today,” Felicity eventually said, clearing her throat.

Oliver grinned about the not so elegant change in the subject. “And?”

“And she once again asked how far Tommy is with his plans of moving to Boston,” she replied without hesitation, her grin widening. “If you ask me, it’s not going to take a week for them to get back together. I don’t even know why they have been fighting it for so long.”

“Maybe they just needed to grow up,” Oliver replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Tommy sent me a text today. He is going to take a look at apartments once I am back from my China trip. He asked if we could come with him.”

Felicity nodded. “Sounds good. I’m kind of happy to see Tommy again.”

“Oh, he is excited to see you again, too,” Oliver told her with a chuckled. “He always mentions how three weeks are certainly going to be enough time for him to snatch you two away from me, but it’s not like he did anything to make me doubt that who he really wants is Laurel. Besides-“

“-he is still freaked out about Mae,” Felicity continued with a chuckle. “I know though I really don’t know how anyone can be freaked out about a little cutie pie like her.”

Oliver chuckled. “We were freaked out when we found out about her.”

“Yeah, but we were in quite a different situation than Tommy.”

“Oh yes, we were,” Oliver agreed. He looked down at Mae, who was almost half asleep, and tickled her little feet to keep her from falling asleep completely. When Mae kicked her feet after his fingers tiredly, trying to make him stop, Oliver’s smiled widened and he looked back at Felicity. “It’s been almost a year.”

Even saying it a second time didn’t make it sound any realer. It felt like yesterday that they had held Mae in their arms for the first time, learning that Felicity was pregnant maybe two days ago. Time had just passed by so quickly.

“We handled this challenge quite well so far, didn’t we?” Felicity asked.

Oliver smiled. “It’s been a year, but Mae is still alive and living with us and we are still together. I guess we have exceeded everyone’s expectations.”

Felicity rested her head on their joined fingers on the back of the couch and smiled at Oliver. It was like they were having a conversation that needed no words. They reminisced quietly, sharing the most important moments that had taken them here with just the way they looked at each other.

“You know, I am sure I will have a lot of time during the boat trip,” Oliver said with a smile. “I think I should start thinking about planning our little princess’ first birthday party.”

“I kind of promised our mothers that they were allowed to do that,” Felicity stated, puckering her lips and giving him what he considered her cute look, the one that was supposed to make him forgive her for anything and never get mad at her. When Oliver gave her a look of his own, wordlessly asking why she would do something like that because they both knew their mothers would exaggerate with the party and if they planned it together, it was only going to be worse, she sighed. “I know, I know. It wasn’t a good idea, but my mother mentioned a dozen times that they didn’t get to plan a party when Mae was born and that they really want to do that now. And your mom mentioned it when she was here a few weeks ago, too. I couldn’t have said no without getting into trouble with them. Don’t be mad.”

Oliver grumbled a little because he would have really liked to plan the birthday party. He knew that their mothers would probably do it better even if it would be way too big of a party. At least it proved how much Donna and his mom cared about Mae.

“Did they say where they want the party to take place?”

“I think it will either be in the mansion or in Quentin’s home,” Felicity explained. “They have gardens, so it’s the nicer location.”

Oliver sighed. “And I had hoped that when I get back from China, we could go home and not spend much more time in Starling.”

Felicity smiled. “Don’t worry. I already told them that I would head back to Boston a few days before you come back and that you would probably take a flight from China to Boston instead of Starling. That way you could spend a week here with Mae and me before we fly back to Starling for her birthday. I already told Lyla and John. They will come, too.”

Oliver nodded, “Sounds good. I-“

Mae released a whiney sound, looking at her parents with tear-filled eyes. She was rubbing her eyes with her little fists, babbling syllables with unhappy voice and grabbing her pink octopus more firmly.

“Yeah, you are tired,” Felicity said, stroking her fingertips over their baby’s cheek. “Should mommy put you to bed?”

“How about you figure out what movie we could watch tonight and I put Mae to bed?” Oliver suggested. “I will have to relinquish doing that for three long weeks, so I am going to spoil myself with doing as much as possible with her.”

Felicity chuckled. “Hey, you can change all the diapers in the next days.”

Oliver scrunched up his nose. There were things that you never truly got used to. The biting smell of baby poop was one of those.

“Why aren’t you a unicorn and poop confetti?” Oliver asked, ticking Mae’s stomach. Instead of the hoped-for giggle, the little girl only released another dissatisfied cry. “Okay, someone really has to go to bed, but first a goodnight kiss for mommy.”

He lifted Mae from Felicity’s legs and held Mae in front of her mother.

“Good night, Mae,” Felicity said and kissed their daughter’s lips.

Oliver got up from the couch, cradled the still quite whiney Mae against his chest and carried her over to her nursery. While he was changing her diaper and put on her pajama, watching proudly how Mae lifted her arms to help him getting her into the shirt, he smiled reverently.

He really was going to miss all of this. Three weeks would hopefully go by soon. He didn’t want to miss too much time with Felicity and Mae. They were his whole life and he couldn’t imagine his life without them anymore. Three weeks would already be testing his limits a lot.

When he put Mae into the crib, she grabbed her pink octopus and made herself comfortable, holding the plushy friend close to her. Oliver leaned into her crib and kissed Mae’s forehead. The little girl looked at him and said tiredly, “Dada.”

Oliver smiled, stroking his hand over Mae’s head and watching her fighting the sleep that was already pulling at her. When her eyes finally fell shut and stayed closed, he whispered, “Don’t worry. Daddy’s here.”

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“Felicity, can I take her now?”

“Yes, of course,” Felicity replied with a chuckle and held Mae out for Thea to take her. “You got her?”

“Yes,” Thea said, beaming with joy. The ten-year-old struggled a little bit with the baby in her arms, but she seemed to have Mae saved in his arms when she kissed her niece’s cheek and explained, “We are going to have so much fun together, Mae.”

Felicity smiled, watching the two. “I am sure you will have a lot of fun indeed. You know, I was wondering if maybe we two should take Mae to the zoo during my time here. Oliver and I took her to a zoo a few months ago and she loved it, so maybe it’s something she would like to share with her aunt, too.”

Thea smiled widely. “Oh yes! We can also take her shopping.”

“I doubt that Mae is a good companion for a shopping tour,” Felicity replied with a chuckle. “She is lovely and makes it so easy to love her even more, but I think that would exaggerate her loveliness. I am sure we get your mom or my mom to watch her, though. Then we two can do a shopping tour.”

“Cool!” Thea said. “Ollie never wants to do that with me.”

“What do I not want to do?” Oliver asked.

Felicity and Thea both turned around, watching Oliver coming from the Gambit with his parents walking hand in hand behind him. They had brought the suitcases onto the boat. Thea and Felicity would have come with them to see what the Gambit looked like from the inside. As soon as Felicity had put a foot on the yacht, though, Mae had started crying and struggled in her arms, trying to get away, so Felicity had decided to wait outside and Thea had quickly stated that she would wait with her.

“Going shopping with me,” Thea answered. “You never do that though you promised me to.”

Oliver scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably and shot Felicity a short look before he replied, “Well, that’s what sisters are supposed to do, right?”

“She’s only my sister when you get married,” Thea stated firmly, grinning at her brother and his girlfriend mischievously. “Maybe you should-“

“Thea?” Moira called over from the peer where she stood with Robert. If the slightly amused look on her face was any indication, she had probably heard her daughter’s words and decided to save Oliver and Felicity from the nosy question of a little sister. “Dad wants to say goodbye to Madeleine.”

“But I just got to hold her,” Thea complained.

“Thea, please,” Moira asked her daughter, giving her a warm look and cocking her head.

Thea rolled her eyes with a deep sigh and turned around to carry Mae to her parents. Felicity watched after the two of them while Oliver was stepping closer to her. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Felicity leaned against him with a sigh and smiled when she felt his lips pressing to the crown of her head. She looked at him, putting her arms around his neck.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” Felicity replied.

Smiling, Oliver leaned down and kissed her gently. Felicity sighed into the kiss, realizing that she missed him already. Since the boat trip had started to come closer and closer, she had tried to avoid the thought of Oliver being away from them for so long. It was impossible to avoid the thought now that she was standing only a few feet away from the giant yacht he was spending the next weeks on, though.

When their lips parted, Felicity’s hands fell from his shoulders and her arms wrapped around his waist instead. She leaned closer, ducking her head under his chin and resting her cheek against his chest. She turned her face a little to press her nose against his neck and breathe him in. She had stolen his pillow before they had come to Starling, knowing that it would help her falling asleep as long as he wasn’t sleeping next to her.

“I can still stay,” Oliver told her, rubbing his arms hands over her back. “I don’t have to go.”

“Yes, you do,” Felicity hurried to say. She leaned her head back a little, tightening her arms around his torso in the meantime. “You and your dad have a real chance here and I am sure that you will have a lot of fun together. Mae and I will be fine. We will miss you like crazy, but we will be fine.”

“You’re sure?”

Felicity nodded. “Yes, absolutely. Three weeks will be over in like no time. Mae and I will be patiently waiting here for you to come back home to us.”

“I hope I won’t forget that while I am having fun with the nymph,” Oliver replied with a grin and winked at her.

Felicity slapped his shoulder playfully. “Be careful, Mister. If you don’t come back in an acceptable frame of time, Mae and I might replace you.”

Oliver gasped for breath dramatically. “Replace me?”

“You might not be as irreplaceable as you think you,” Felicity teased, snuggling herself close to him.

“Hm…” Oliver humed and puckered his lips. “So how long is too long?”

“If you aren’t back for Mae’s birthday, we will forget all about you.”

Smiling, Oliver rested his forehead against hers. His arms tightened around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. She could feel his heartbeat against her ribs and it took her own heart only a few stumbling beats until it bet in unison with his.

“Good thing that I don’t want to stay even a day more than necessary,” Oliver whispered.

His breath ghosted over her face, sending a warm shiver down the length of her spine. It made her smile happily and release a sigh before she responded, “Good.”

Oliver rested his head back and put a hand to her cheek. Smiling, Felicity opened her eyes and leaned into his touch. Oliver stroked his thumb over her cheekbone gently, just watching her for a long moment. When his eyes drifted down a little, Felicity was sure that he was following the red color of the blush that spread from her cheeks down her neck.

“You know what I realized lately?” Oliver asked.

“What?” Felicity asked back, her smile widening.

“The only thing that really matters to me is how you and Mae see me. You two are my whole world and as long as I have the two of you and the two of you love me, I will be very happy.”

Felicity felt a thousand butterflies fluttering in her stomach at this declaration of love. She knew how much Oliver loved her, but she would never get tired of hearing it in a thousand different ways.

“As long as you are in my life, I am happy, too,” she responded, “and we will always love you.”

Oliver kissed her once more, only shortly this time because their lips had just met when Mae released a loud cry. Felicity and Oliver both turned their head to see their daughter struggling in her grandpa’s arms.

“I guess someone is getting a little bit grumpy,” Felicity stated and waved with the pacifier. “Good thing I remembered to bring one of her binkies with me.”

“You go and take care of Mae. I will follow in a second,” Oliver said.

“Okay.”

Felicity approached the Queen Family, watching Robert handing Mae over to Moira, who bounced her up and down on her hip and showed her the ocean. Immediately her cries grew quieter, making Felicity smile. Mae just hated to be bored, so when nothing was happening around her, she could get a little grumpy.

“I thought someone needed her binky, but it looks like you got everything handled,” Felicity said with a chuckle.

“Madeleine really is such a sweetheart,” Robert said with a smile. “I hope I get to know her mother a little better soon.”

“That would be nice, yes,” Felicity agreed. “Who knows, maybe when time allows it eventually I will get to serve another internship at Queen Consolidated.”

“You are always welcome there.”

“As well as in our home,” Moira added with a warm smile. “I hope you know that.”

“I do know that,” Felicity promised, still feeling emotional over the fact that Robert and Moira actually said it. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Robert said with a smile. “And if Oliver should ever bring trouble upon you, you tell me and I will set his head straight.”

Felicity chuckled, shortly turning her head back over her shoulder to see Oliver on his phone. He winked at her from afar, making her smile.

“That’s a great offer,” Felicity replied to Robert, “but I am sure it’s not necessary. Oliver is a really good guy and a wonderful father and boyfriend.”

“I am sure it has a lot do with you,” Robert replied and held out his hand for Felicity. When she put her smaller hand into his, he shook her hand firmly. “I am very happy that my son found you, Felicity, and I am looking forward to really getting to know the woman who won his heart.”

When Oliver joined them a moment later, Felicity and Robert let go of each other’s hand. Robert looked at his son. “It’s time to say goodbye.”

Oliver nodded, releasing a sigh. Felicity watched him say goodbye to his mom and Thea before he took Mae from his mother’s arms. Moira smiled, taking her daughter’s hand and nodded towards the Gambit to signal Thea that her brother needed some room to say goodbye. Thea hesitated, obviously not too fond of the idea to leave her little niece’s side, but Moira pulled her away nonetheless.

Felicity turned to Oliver and he put an arm around her waist, holding Mae on his other arm. He sighed before he repeated his father’s words, “Time to say goodbye.”

Felicity smiled. “It’s not a goodbye forever, just for three long weeks.”

Oliver sighed one more. “Three very long weeks.”

“You’ll be back in no time. Mae and I will count the hours until you are back with us.”

“I will be counting the hours until I am back with you two, too.”

“I am sure you will have a lot of fun with your dad, though,” Felicity told him, rubbing her hands up and down his chest. “Try to enjoy that time at least a little.”

“I will,” Oliver promised, nodding his head, “otherwise I wouldn’t be going.”

Felicity nodded. She wished this moment could just freeze and she and Oliver could continue living in this, so they didn’t have to say goodbye to each other. Since her brain was just too rational for a thought like that, a nagging voice in her head reminded her of the impossibility of such a thing again and again.

Oliver seemed to come to the same conclusion because he tightened his arm around her and kissed her. Felicity’s fingers clenched to a fist in Oliver’s shirt, giving her more leverage as she straightened up onto the tip of her toes and deepened the kiss. She moved her tongue over his bottom lip until he opened up for her. Their tongues met in a slow dance and Felicity grazed his bottom lip with her teeth, making Oliver growl.

Sighing, Felicity broke the kiss, knowing that Robert and Oliver had to leave eventually. She nuzzled her nose with his and whispered, “I love you, so come back soon and safe.”

When she opened her eyes, she found Oliver smiling at her softly. He looked at her for a long moment, the honesty of the promise she was sure he was going to give her visible in his eyes. He kissed her forehead before he replied firmly, “I promise.”

“And don’t get distracted with pretty nymphs.”

“Hey, I have until Mae’s birthday to get distracted without consequences,” Oliver replied with a chuckle. When Felicity narrowed her eyes at him playfully, though, he smiled warmly. “Nothing could ever keep me from coming back to you two and certainly no nymph could. I love you.”

Felicity smiled, pressing herself closer to him. “I love you, too.”

“Dada, ga-ga-ga.”

Chuckling lowly, Oliver and Felicity both turned their head to their daughter, who was watching her parents with a deep frown on her forehead, looking from one to the other.

“You will take good care of mommy while I am gone, okay?” Oliver asked her and bounced her up and down on his hip. Mae squealed happily. “And you don’t give mommy trouble, okay? Daddy’s going to be mad when he comes home and hears that you have given mommy a hard time.”

Mae looked at Oliver with wide eyes as if she had understood exactly what her daddy had just told her. She shot a look at Felicity shortly before she frowned again, babbling as if she was trying to defend her future-behavior already.

Oliver smiled and leaned his lips to Mae’s ear, whispering in her ear loud enough for Felicity to hear, “No, be the wild girl that you are. That’s okay. Just make sure not to give mommy more trouble than she can handle okay?”

Mae smiled at her daddy and Oliver winked at her. Just a second later Felicity saw the change on his face. He looked almost sad.

“You’ll be back with us soon,” Felicity reminded him, “and I made sure you have all the newest photos of Mae on your laptop and I know you have stolen our first family photo from the fridge, so it is almost like we are with you.”

“Almost,” Oliver repeated with emphasis and sighed, kissing Mae’s temple. Then he nodded to where the rest of his family was standing close to the entrance of the Gambit. “Come on, we need to head out soon.”

They strolled over to the rest of the Queen Family, Oliver’s arm wrapped around Felicity’s shoulder tightly, keeping her close. Felicity put her arms around his waist and snuggled her head to his shoulder. She closed her eyes, enjoying these last moments of having Oliver here for the next weeks.

“Ready?” Robert asked.

“As ready as I ever will be,” Oliver replied, nodding his head.

“Okay, then let’s go,” Robert suggested. “I’ll go and talk to the captain.”

While Robert said his last goodbyes to his wife and daughter, Oliver handed Mae over to Felicity. He hugged both of them close for a moment and kissed first Felicity’s and then Mae’s lips, his daughter leaving spit all over his lips as he did so.

“I love you, the both of you,” he said.

“We love you, too,” Felicity replied with a smiled and nodded to the yacht. “And now go or you will never leave.”

Oliver sighed nodding his head. He kissed both of them one last time before he headed to the entrance, saying a last goodbye to his sister and mother on the way. As soon as he set the first foot onto the yacht, Mae reached out her hands after him.

“Dada!” she whined after him, struggling in Felicity’s arms to try getting closer to him. “Dada!”

Oliver turned around, looking at her with hesitation. When he looked at Felicity, she smiled at him encouragingly. “Don’t worry. She is going to be fine. She’s just tired and needs to nap.”

Oliver still hesitated because Mae was still crying. His thumb rubbed against the tips of his other fingers nervously. Only when his father called from the inside, Oliver blew them a kiss to left. Mae’s cries grew louder, so Felicity cradled her daughter closer to her chest. She put a hand to the back of the baby’s head, stroking her fingertips through her short hair, and whispered with comforting voice into her ear, “Don’t worry, Mae. Daddy’s back home with us soon.”

* * * * *

“Mama, ga-ga-ga.”

Felicity sighed, smiling at her daughter. She still was getting used to this tingling in her stomach whenever Mae called her ‘mama’. It had started a week ago and Felicity still loved hearing it a lot. She sat down in front of her daughter’s high chair and rolled one of the pancakes she had made and held it in front of Mae’s lips, but the baby turned her head away with an unhappy sound. Felicity sighed, putting the pancake back to the plastic plate. This was not how she had pictured her first morning back in Boston to go.

“I know this doesn’t taste as good as Raisa’s did or as daddy’s do,” Felicity said with another sigh. “You’ve been spoilt with all the good food in Starling for these past nineteen days. These pancakes are eatable, though, so you could at least try-“

When Mae just turned her head away again with an unhappy cry, rejecting the pancake her mother had made with a lot of love, Felicity just sighed once more. She leaned back in the chair and watched her daughter with puckered lips.

“Dada,” Mae said sadly.

Felicity smiled and stroked her fingers over Mae’s head. “I know. I miss daddy, too. Don’t you worry, though, because daddy is going to be back very, very soon. If everything went like it was planned, he should be in Hong Kong in only three short days. Then he is going to take a quick look at the city and come right back to us and we will be so happy to see him again. We will even go to the airport to pick him up, right?”

Mae still just looked at her mother with sad eyes. Felicity had missed Oliver terribly, but seeing how much her daughter missed her daddy had been even worse. Mae had enjoyed her time with her parents’ families and having mommy all for herself, but at least to Felicity it had been so very obvious that her daughter has missed her daddy terribly. Good thing he was back with them soon!

“How about you eat one bite for daddy?” Felicity asked, attempting to get her daughter to eat the pancake once more, but Mae just continued to turn her head away. Felicity only hesitated for a second before she decided to give it up. She took a bite from the pancake herself and strolled over to the wall cupboard with the chocolate cornflakes. She put some of them on the table that was attached to the highchair. “Is this better?”

Mae started eating happily, finally smiling. Felicity chuckled, watching her daughter for a long moment. Soon daddy was going to be back and then everything was going to be alright. Their family was going to be whole again.

“Dada!”

Felicity smiled. “Yes, daddy is coming back soon and we-“

“Dada!” Mae repeated once more, pointing her finger over Felicity’s shoulder.

Frowning, she turned her head. For a short second she even wondered if maybe Oliver had managed to get home sooner, but he was nowhere to be seen. She was just about to turn her head back to Mae and explain to her that it took a few more days before her daddy came home when she caught sight of the small TV she had switched on but muted. The screen showed two photos, one of Robert and one of Oliver. ‘Breaking news’ was written at the bottom of the screen. Her eyes still drawn to the screen, Felicity reached out for the remote blindly and turned up the volume.

“A mayday transmission was heard,” the news anchor said, “but so far there has been no trace of the Queen's Gambit. Among those missing are local residents Robert and Oliver Queen. According to sources close to the Queen Family, the boat had been caught in an unexpected storm and had gone missing after that. The last confirmed location for the yacht was-“

Felicity stared at the screen, unable to take in any more information as she was still processing the one she had just received. There had been a mayday transmission. That couldn’t be a good sign. She knew Robert and she knew that he wasn’t exactly fearful of the weather or whatever else could happen that could prompt a mayday transmission. That was a quite serious thing to do and Felicity couldn’t picture him sending one easily.

Even if it was the truth and the Gambit had gone missing as the news had just suggested, why would the news know about that and she didn’t? If something had happened, someone would have called Moira and Moira would have called her. She was Oliver’s girlfriend and the mother of his daughter. She wasn’t just a fling or whatever. She was someone serious and-

Felicity felt her throat tightening and tears welling in her eyes. She repeated to herself again and again that it didn’t make sense because of all the reasons she had just laid out for herself. Yet her body reacted to the news like it was already a confirmed fact.

Mae released a whiney cry. Felicity turned her head to look at her daughter. She looked unhappy, tears welling in her eyes, too. She was reaching her eyes out for her mother in a wordless demand to be held and comforted. Felicity was unable to move, though, so she just stared at the baby in front of her.

It still didn’t make sense. None of this did. Part of her knew that she could call Moira and ask her about this crazy mistake, but all Felicity could do was sit in the kitchen and stare. Mae’s cries were growing louder, but there was nothing Felicity could do to comfort her baby.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when she heard a wild knock at the door. She tried to get her body to move and check who was there, but her legs refused to lift her from the chair and carry her to the door.

“Felicity?” Lyla’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Felicity, please open up. It’s important.... Felicity?”

Felicity wanted to go, but she really couldn’t. She wondered if Lyla had seen the news, too, and wanted to keep her from watching them or wanted to calm her down about it.

She distantly heard the ringing of her phone and turned her head towards the sound. She saw Tommy’s face on the screen, smiling at her. Had he seen the news, too?

“Felicity!” Lyla called once more. “Moira called me! I… I need to tell you something!”

And with these ten words Felicity felt her world falling apart, felt the truth of the news in every cell of her body. She didn’t need an explicit confirmation to know it. She could feel deep in her bones it was true. It was just a feeling, but it was so strong and filled her whole body, making her tremble almost violently.

She went deaf, not hearing Lyla’s shouts of Mae’s cries anymore, and her vision blinded. Everything around her went black until everything had faded away and only one thing was left, the undeniable truth that something terrible had happened and her life had forever changed.

Robert and Oliver were missing. Missing, she reminded herself. People being missing meant that they could be found. It could, but it didn’t have to. They could also be dead.

With that thought every tension left her body and she just passed out.

The posting of the sequel will probably start in two weeks, so there won’t be a break between the epilogue here and the first chapter of the sequel. :)

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tea-and-cardigans · 8 years ago

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OTP Important Questions - Filled - Final

Hi Guys, This is the last of the requests for the OTP Important Questions list, thank you to everyone who sent through a request, it has certainly kept me busy.

I will be compiling all of these fills into a single post to make it easier to read them soon.

1. Who talks smack while playing video games?

Filled here.

2. Who would rock the boat while the other one screams at them to stop?

It was supposed to be a romantic row boat ride along sweet water river. Not exactly the most romantic spot since Jason’s body was found there but there was only one river in Riverdale and Betty had said she wanted to be wooed. So he had taken it upon himself with some helpful suggestions from Ronnie to organise the perfect first date. In amongst their sleuthing and investigating they had never actually had one and he was pretty sure that the trip to Jason’s abandoned car didn’t count. It had been about a week since his dad had been cleared and he had begged, yes begged, for Betty’s forgiveness. She had told him that she did not blame him and they swore to each other that there would be no more secrets between them, again. She was dressed in a yellow sun dress and was the very vision of everything that was good and pure in Riverdale. He couldn’t help but smile at her as he lifted the picnic basket Ronnie had packed and lent to him for the day. She had also convinced Reggie Mantle to lend them his boat, or rather his father’s small row boat. Cheryl had offered but Ronnie had politely declined given the history of that particular boat. He packed everything into the boat and she took her position at the stern of the boat relaxing and soaking up the sun. The way the rays were hitting her hair made him, want to call of the boat ride and just spend the day wrapped in each other arms by the bank, but he was on a mission. Once they were out in the middle of the water he stopped rowing and she smiled at him looking at him over her sunglasses.

“Do you know what I have always wanted to do?” She broke the silence and he looked at her, wondering what was going on in that head of hers. She gave him a mischievous grin before she put a hand on either side of the boat and swayed her body making the boat rock in the water. Jughead caught off guard at the movement grasped the side of the boat for dear life. She let out a laugh, feeling a sense of freedom wash over her as she gave it another rock, it was childish she knew it but this was something that Ms Perfect woudn’t do she would just sit there demure and peaceful. Jughead on the other hand felt nothing of the sort, he felt sick and was pretty sure if she didn’t stop soon he was going to be seeing his lunch make an unwelcome reappearance.

“Betts, please, stop.” He shouted. She froze mid action about to make another move, staring at him and the unusual pale colour he had turned. He took a couple of deep breaths and she moved to sit with him moving the boat again, and he made an unpleasant sound. She apologised for rocking the boat and took the oars rowing them gently to shore, while Jughead laid back, with his eyes closed willing the uneasy feeling to go away. As she helped him out of the boat and onto the shore, he swore this was the last time her would take romantic advice from Veronica Lodge.

4. Which one hogs the blankets at night? or Big spoon/Little spoon?

Filled Here.

6. Which one is super ticklish?

Filled Here.

14. Which one goes to bed first?

She goes in his office to say goodnight, kissing him on his cheek before she heads up to their bedroom. Inspiration has hit him and he grunts a goodnight as his fingers continue to fly over the keyboard, words streaming from his head directly tp the screen in front of him. She tries to hide the disappointment on her face as she leaves his office she knows how he gets when he is writing so focused and determined. She climbs into their bed looking over at the empty space where he would usually be and pulls the cover up to her chin wishing that she had his body heat next to her to snuggle into and keep her warm.

By the time he makes his way to bed, she is fast asleep, snoring no less, blankets wrapped around her keeping her warm, he gets into the bed himself gently trying not to disturb her as he gently tugs the doona to cover his own body as well as hers. She stirs at this and moves an arm to wrap around his torso as she shifts her body to be against his. He feels guilty for letting her go to sleep alone that night and promises her in his sleep that he will make it up to her tomorrow.

16. Who whispers inappropriate things into the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Filled here.

21. Who kills the spiders?

“Get it Betty, get it!” He screamed from his position on the desk chair in the office of the Blue and Gold. He had first seen it when he had moved a box of old newspapers from when the school newspaper was in it’s prime, and everyone in the school was reading it. Betty had recruited him to try and bring back some of that magic from a time gone by and despite his concerns over the newspaper trying to change his voice he had agreed to help her. He wanted to help her, in truth he would do anything for Betty if she continued to look at him with those expectant eyes, wide with trust and hope. She had screamed herself when she first saw it as well, big, hairy, black. Jughead however had given a high pitched squeal before jumping on the nearest chair available teetering on top of it. She had looked at him with amusement as he urged her to take care of the problem. Betty now over the initial shock walked over to the desk picking up an empty cup and an old newspaper. As she walked over to it, Jughead warned her to be careful. She placed the cup over the spider, quickly sliding the newspaper underneath to safely capture the spider so that she could transport it to the open window. She calmly dropped it outside and returned to Jughead still cowering on top of chair. She held out her hand to help him down from the chair, as he returned to the ground somewhat embarrassed over his reaction.

25. Most common argument? (requested in another anon ask).

“We are not having this argument again Betty.” He said from down the hall. It was the same every year around this time. She knew it was coming and that tension that it brought to the household.

“There is no argument Jug, we went to yours last year this years it’s mine.” She shouted back.

“But this is Evie’s first Christmas and I promised Dad.”

“You what?” She poked her head around the corner, giving him a disbelieving look. “Are you trying to guilt me now? Pulling the first Christmas card. Besides it’s her second Christmas.”

“She didn’t even know what was happening last year. This is her first ‘real’ one.” He reasoned.

“Nope we agreed last year we take turns. That way it is fair.”

“We could always try a joint one again?” He tried to compromise. Betty was not so keen to relive that particular experience. Suffice to say that Alice Cooper and Gladys Jones were not the best of friends at school and that seemed to have carried through to adulthood.

“Juggie, we agreed to take turns to save these arguments. This year we will have Christmas Lunch with the Coopers and then travel to Toledo to see yor parents on Boxing Day.” She had taken his hands in hers, her tone calm and soothing.

“Fine.” He said, giving in. “But on Evie’s birthday.” He started as Betty threw her arms up in surrender as he continued to follow her down the hallway.

27. Nicknames? and if so, how did they originate?

“You can play with us, if you have no one else to play with.” She stated simply and he looked up at the small girl, with bright green eyes and shiny blonde hair in pigtails. He shrugged his shoulders his typical non comital response. He was also shy, it had only been a week since they had moved here, back to his dad’s old home town. He was eight and unsure of most people. But something in the little girl’s smile was welcoming and as she stood there waiting with her hand outstretched to his. He decided that he would take it. She pulled him up with an exagerated movement pretending he was heavier than he was. A small boy with red hair came running up to them shouting excitedly that his dad was going to buy them icecreams at Pop’s after school. “Do you like icecream?” She asked him and he nodded enthusiastically. “You should ask if you can come with us, I love icecream, vanilla is my favourite.”

“Mine is chocolate.” Said her friend.

“I like all of them.” He admitted before looking down at his feet.

“Hey babies, what are you doing with that kid.” The girl crossed her arms as she heard an unwelcome voice heading their way.

“Go away Reggie.” She answered back.

“No way Betty. I want to say hello to Jughead here.”

“Huh.” She looked between the two confused.

“That’s what they call me.” He said softly. Not that it was any better than his normal name.

“Reggie don’t be so mean or I’ll tell them what I saw on our last school trip.” She threatened pulling herself up to meet the taller boy’s eyes.

“You don’t know anything, Betty.” He spat out her name.

“I know I saw you sitting at the back of the bus and Mrs Harris has to bring you a spare pair of pants when we got off.” She said finishing by raising her eyebrows in challenge, smiling to herself as he backed down and sulked away. Betty put her hands on her hips in triumph. As her friend Archie let out a giggle.

“Reggie pee’d his pants.” He managed to get out before he erupted into laughter clutching his sides.

“So what’s your real name?” She asked him.

“Really I think I prefer Jughead.” He admitted.

“Well I’m going to call you Juggie.” She decided, but looking at his face added. “If that’s okay?”

“Yeah but only you get to call me that.”

“Thanks, Juggie.” He liked the way she said his name, she had turned it from an insult into something familiar and kind.

“I need a nickname for you too.” He responded.

“I’m Betty, that’s already short enough.”

“What about Betts?” She seemed to think about this for a moment before nodding her head.

“Okay but only you get to call me that.” She put out her hand for a handshake and he eagerly gave her his hand. Archie meanwhile was wiping tears away from his eyes.

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3one3 · 7 years ago

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The Sequel - 849

Holes

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“Remember when you said you were going to lift weights this morning?”

“Remember when “morning” happens until noon? I have plenty of time still.”

“Yeah okay.”

“Stop poking my tummy.”

Christina asked for chocolate chip waffles and whipped cream for breakfast. She said she deserved it because Lukas kept her up all night. Thunderstorms were not his favorite thing to experience onboard a boat, even safe in a marina. While he finally got some rest, she devoured chocolate, flour, sugar, and cream in bed in her sweatpants. André had eggs, smoked salmon, and avocado on toast, in significantly smaller quantities than her breakfast. He told her he only even had substantial food to help soak up the alcohol that lingered in his system from the night before. She kept on trucking well after he cleared his plate. He entertained himself by making fun of her.

It was still gray and gloomy outside, and there was some leftover drizzle in the forecast. There was no light coming through the blinds in the master stateroom. Christina was tired of bikinis and lounge chairs and sightseeing anyway. She said she wanted to work out, have a bath, and then hang out in bed all day with Lukas, André, Spencer, Lucky, toys, and Law & Order: SVU reruns. Not only had it felt like an eternity since she last had that opportunity, but that was the first morning she expected that kind of day to actually feel as relaxing and rewarding as it once could. Everything she tried to explain to the player about how she felt being with him was real and true, and while she couldn’t quite understand why that seemingly meant much more to her than it did to him, she was incredibly relieved. She was incredibly grateful to whatever happened in the universe, be it a solitary event or a series of efforts, that allowed sharing the same space as André to feel like her Happy Place™ again.

He was still figuring out how he felt about her explanation. There was no denying that her happiness was dear to him, and that he was relieved to be able to think of her as “out of the woods”, so to speak. The urgency of her uncertainty and chronic depression was gone, and it was a load off his shoulders. There was just no solitary event or series of efforts he could pick out and actually believe led to that situation. He’d been arguing for months that all they needed was for Christina to get on a winning streak and be happy and comfortable in the saddle again, but for some reason he struggled to accept that it worked. To him it was more likely that she experienced some kind of quieting peace sharing her nights and most of each day with Juan, and that that in turn led to better riding. The player hated that he sent a troubled girl who was trying to be happy and clinging to the prospect of a positive streak of good show results and little fighting at home off to Cannes with Juan, and got her back “cured” of all major ailments. Her ankle even seemed less swollen to him at night, and there was no complaining about her knee. In the mean time, while he processed and internalized, just being with Christina was great. She was his best friend.

“How did we even have chocolate chips on the boat?”

“Luke likes these mini ones on his ice cream so it was on the list,” she explained with her mouth full.

“When are you going to wake him up?”

“I’m not. He can sleep as long as he wants. He cried for like three hours straight.”

“My mom says we need to start toilet training.”

“I know. I’m letting Espen handle it. She’s a pro. You have to help her though because you’re the only person in the house who knows how to pee standing up,” the rider winked. “I think she wants to wait until August, when he’ll be home for a while...” Her casual tone became slightly tentative, and she trailed off as if she were leaving something unsaid. Obviously, it was the Olympics. Lukas would be home with his dad and his nanny while Christina went off to Tokyo if she made the team, and there was a little break after the games too and thus no need to travel. If she didn’t get in the team, there would be other shows to attend while her colleagues were in Asia.

“Yeah that’s a good idea,” the footballer nodded. “Dom says the best way is to keep him naked all day so he has nowhere to put the poop.”

“He’s just go on the floor or something. Or he’ll find a towel or a blanket and try to use it like a diaper, and I will be mortified and probably throw up.”

“And I will laugh,” he smiled. “How is your pooping, by the way? I know you have trouble when you’re on the road.”

“Boyfriend. Have I not made it clear that I never want to discuss that with you?” His wife glared at him before shoving another waffle square dripping with melted whipped cream in her mouth.

“Except when you can’t go, and send me 20 messages about how uncomfortable you are and you’re afraid that if you try to push it out it might start to come but it won’t get all the way-“ She reached over the plate in her lap and clamped her hand over his mouth. Then she lifted her other hand to her mouth, still holding her fork, and held her pointer to her lips to shush him. “You are such a baby,” he chided when she withdrew.

“I’m your baby though.” Christina turned a cheesy grin on him and leaned over to kiss his forehead. Then she looked back to make sure she didn’t get any chocolate on him. If she had, she would have licked it off. “Also, I’m ready to try that whole getting off before working out thing.”

“You’re not going to want to have sex after you finish eating that.”

“There are other ways to get off.”

“Like binge-eating waffles?”

“Like...you can put your hand in my undies and I’ll put mine in yours.”

“Maybe you should just take yours off.”

“For easier access?”

“No, because the elastic is holding your waffle-belly in and probably damaging your stomach,” André sniggered.

“You’re the worst.”

“That makes you Mrs. Worst. Want to watch porn?”

“It’s 10 in the morning.”

“So?”

“I dunno. That’s weird. Can you take this? I’m done.” Christina lifted her plate and attempted to hand it off to André, who was no closer to a place to put it than she was. He frowned at her and reluctantly accepted the empty plate anyway. The second he put it down on the tiny nightstand to his left, she asked him to pass over her green juice. He in turn asked if she needed him to digest the food for her too, and “poop it out” after. The rider told him that if he didn’t stop talking about poop, there would be no pre-workout orgasms for anybody.

“Are you going to text Kyle back? You said to remind you,” he yawned as she pulled on the hot pink straw in her glass. Loafing in bed was really quite all right with him too, and he didn’t care that much about the porn or the orgasms, or even the workout for that matter. He was very good at doing nothing, unlike her. His favorite part of doing nothing was snuggling with her, and that was hard to do in the sun. A day indoors sounded nice. It would be his first in a week and a half. He sunk down the low bed, dropped a pillow on Christina’s lap, and violently crashed into it face first as a precursor to finding a comfortable position to stay in.

“No. I forget what I was going to add. I told him to hack Dirk and some of the others and I can’t remember what else I wanted, so whatever,” she yawned back. “Your hair is pretty now.” And I’m-n-a play with it! So fluffy, the lazy girl thought as she dove into his head with all 10 fingers. “I like when it gets Carolyn Kennedy blonde. It’s getting so long all over though.”

“Which Kennedy is Carolyn? I don’t know that one.”

“Carolyn Bessette. She married JFK Jr.. She was also a publicist for Calvin Klein, and Working Girl goals for every WASPy girl in my generation and the one right before mine. Her hair was like white. She died in the plane crash with him. I’ll never forget that day. The day after, actually, because the crash was at night and it wasn’t all over the news until morning. We were getting ready to go to a horse show. It was a Saturday. I think it was Salt River, or St. James or something, out east. Mom put the TV on while she had her coffee or whatever, and the news was flipping out. Then she was flipping out. I think she probably cried. The Kennedy’s were like royalty to people like her.”

“Which plane crash?”

“Seriously? You live under a rock. JFK Jr. crashed his own little private plane off Martha’s Vineyard. The theory is that fog and darkness led to him losing the horizon, and then ending up upside down. It took a few days to find the wreckage. The Kennedy family is totally cursed. He had just raised his profile big time with George Magazine and everything, and he was sooooooo hot. For every girl who was obsessed with Carolyn Bessette, he was like...the Holy Grail of hotness.”

“When was this?”

“1999”

“Your memory is ridiculous.”

“That’s why I worry so much about the future,” Christina replied quietly. Her fingers slowed their entanglement of his platinum and gold hair. “I can never forget the mistakes and problems of the past.”

“I know, pretty girl,” André replied just as quietly. He moved his left hand between her legs, just above her knees- not for any sexual purposes, but just to leave tucked in there, in the warmth of her sweatpants, where she might take it as comforting. “How many times have you seen this episode? Can you recite the dialogue?”

“No, but I remember the plot,” she chuckled back, allowing him to go ahead and steer them away from the solemn moment. “I know who did it.”

“Well don’t tell me.”

“K.”

“Does my hair feel nice or does it need coconut oil?”

“It’s very nice.”

“Good. Where is your juice right now if both of your hands are in my head?”

“Balanced precariously on top of your pillow and against my chest. My boobs are like a nice cradle. But if you move, the sheets are gonna be green.”

“Good to know.”

What was I trying to remember to tell Kyle, the equestrian wondered after a minute of silent TV-watching. A glance at her phone on the bed beside her failed to jog her memory. It did make her think of Juan though, because she owed him a text too and was intentionally waiting until a bit later in case he was sleeping in. I miss him. I’m not supposed to miss him when I’m with Schü and everything is great, but I really miss him. Mostly just his face. And his laugh. And what happens to his face when he laughs. He said he’s down with my Mallorca and Ibiza plan, so I’ll see him soon though. Oh, you know what? I should ask him if he knows any Chelsea transfer secrets, like why they haven’t signed ANYBODY yet. And on that subject, I wonder how long boyfriend can keep suppressing his need to tell me all his hopes and fears about his new manager. I don’t know anything about this Bosz character except that his team was a total fucking embarrassment in the Europa League Final. And that he coached the Chelsea Youth B Team AKA Vitesse. No big clubs. Ajax isn’t a big club anymore. And he hasn’t won anything. What were they thinking, Christina groaned inside. At the same time, her insides groaned too.

“Uhoh, is all the poop about to come now?” André teased when he heard the rumble.

“No. It’s just my organs rehydrating. They were severely dehydrated from all the alcohol last night.”

“Uhhuh.”

“Do you think Lucks and Spence went out drinking last night too? They haven’t moved in like 45 minutes. What if they’re dead?” his girl questioned absently before withdrawing her fingers from his unruly locks so that she could have another big sip of her juice. He was correct. She was feeling short on fiber since arriving on the boat. Her juice was full of spinach and kale. She was also feeling pins and needles in her legs because they were stuck between footballer and snoozing terriers.

“I can hear Lucky snoring through the blanket,” the footballer yawned.

“Are you gonna be snoring momentarily too?”

“I don’t know. It’s honestly a tough choice between mutual masturbation and a nap.”

“I’m kiiiiiiiind of leaning toward nap,” Christina admitted. “And can you move for a second so I can put a pillow under my knees?”

There was a nap. It lasted for one and three-quarter episodes of SVU. Then the dogs needed to go out, and Lukas was up, and phones were ringing and vibrating, and the world was trying to butt into Stay In Bed Time. The baby got to eat, the business calls were dealt with, the dogs went for a walk with Espen, and then Christina said she absolutely had to go work out. André wanted to keep up with his routine too. They told Lukas they needed an hour and then they’d watch The Little Mermaid with him. He liked the songs. And he was very understanding. Besides, he had his nanny to play with him, and his Toy Fox Terriers. His dad wanted to play with his mom when her exercising became too distracting for him to do his own.

I did not know when I realized the annoying feeling in my stomach after I talked to her the first day was butterflies that if I invited the girl with the great legs, fantastic ass, tits with potential to be nice if they weren’t held prisoner in a sports bra, small waist, and pizza tummy to be my partner that she would one day have even sexier legs, a tighter ass, the most nom-tastic neck and shoulder and whatever the rest of that space under her face is called area, and a stomach that is so perfectly sculpted that it’s just disgustingly sexy and all I want to do is hold her waist and squeeze it while I fuck her. I should get some kind of special prize for investing early. I mean, look at her. Ridiculous. How does she keep it so that her stomach has JUST the right amount of definition? It would be gross if she had abs like mine. She just has lines. They’re soooooo perfect. I want to pour water on her just to watch it run off in the channels, the footballer reflected while he watched Christina do burpees with free weights.

There wasn’t a lot to work with on the boat, because there wasn’t a lot of room, exercise equipment is heavy, and everything had to be securable no matter the speed at which Lilly XO traveled or the type of seas through which she went. In addition to a limited set of dumbbells, there was a high-end treadmill, a pull-up bar, a punching bag, and some yoga mats. André almost tripped and experienced a tragic treadmill accident multiple times while he stared at his girl’s torso each time she popped up from the floor and lifted her hands and the weights above her head. The definition of her abdominal muscles changed in that process. The horizontal lines appeared at maximum stretch, while in any other position it was just the vertical ones that were most apparent. To him it was like her 6-pack was playing peekaboo. She was all tan, and shiny with sweat, and it was mesmerizing. She worked out in stretchy boyshorts and a sports bra, so he could see pretty much all of her legs too. Her thighs did a satisfying jiggle when she jumped in the air, even though it didn’t seem like she had enough mass to jiggle. It was just her muscles letting go once they’d achieved the jump, and preparing for the landing. He almost marveled at her form.

How does she recreate the exact repetition every time? She never looks tired. She doesn’t do two bad ones because she’s tired and then fix it and do them right again, and she never changes the rhythm even a little bit. Gym Prinzessin is a machine. When was the last time I watched this? I’ve watched her do stretching by the pool, and her on-the-floor ab routine, and the stuff she does for her Swiss cheese ankles. We’ve run together at the house. When was the last time I watched her lift or do her intervals, André asked himself while scanning his memory. Then Christina allowed herself to collapse on the floor instead of jumping again, and wailed something about wanting to die. Her right cheek was on the sealed floor, so she could look out to the water. The gym was also part of the “toy” room, where the scuba gear and some other fun stuff lived, and had a big “door” that could be lowered out into the water like another deck, called the “tender port”. The jet skis were in there too, on a hoist system that made it easy to drop them into the water and pick them back up again. It was open for the view and to let some of the extreme air conditioning out. Water splashed up onto the wood deck each time a boat passed by on its way in or out of the basin.

“Don’t quit now,” André said with an encouraging clap. “You said you wanted to work on your thighs too, for the pain.”

“Yeah. Soon,” came the rider’s breathless reply. She was thinking about what Captain Theo mentioned to her about a regatta for boats like hers only, called the Perini Navi Cup. He said all “the others” went. The Italian manufacturer didn’t make that many boats, of course, and Christina was one of the weird outlier owners. Apparently the other lucky sailors all wanted to get together to see their brethren. The event included races, which the captain said were serious but not like the most hardcore regatta in the world as most of the crews in charge of Perini sailing yachts are there to provide a luxury cruising experience rather than pilot for extreme performance. He said most of the captains were more likely to win hospitality awards than get in the America’s Cup, for example. Some owners apparently brought in different crews and a tactician for the regatta though, to be more competitive. Rosehearty, a 56m boat just like hers but a few years older, was the reigning champion. Captain Theo brought up the Cup as if he was presenting a social opportunity for her- to get to know the other owners, meet the family that built her vessel, see the other boats, and enjoy wine and cocktail-themed parties- but Christina could see a twinkle in his eye too. He definitely wanted to show people what Lilly XO could do. She looked across the harbor at the many smaller sailboats lined up in front of the cafes, and wondered what a boat show would be like, as a way of distracting from the pain in her muscles and lungs. She loved walking around any port to check out the boats. An actual boat show did sound fun. Not moving was also a lot of fun in that moment.

“Want some water?” her workout buddy offered. Unfortunately he also tossed the full bottle to her without waiting for a response, and it arrived just as she rose up on her arms. It clunked her in the back of her shoulder. He meant for it to land near her, not on her. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

“Ow, fuuuuuuck that hurt,” Christina grumbled upon laying back down on her cheek. “Why you do dis, boyfriend?”

“I’m sorry!” André switched off the treadmill and scurried over to her to apologize properly, and to kiss her shoulder. She was sweaty and gross and he regretted the kiss as much as the accident. “Want me to put the bottle on the booboo? It’s cold.”

“No.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll survive, probably.”

“I’m going to get a yoga mat for you so you can do the thigh lifts and things.”

“Why are you trying to be my fitness coach?” She rolled over onto her back before the textured floor could leave an imprint on her face, and because her chest felt uncomfortably smooshed.

“I’m not. I just like watching you exercise. Your body is amazing.”

“Thanks,” Christina yawned. “Yours ain’t too bad either. But your thighs could use some work too. You should do this with me. It’s a shame I don’t have another set of ankle weights.”

André decided he could humor her, and pulled up a mat for himself too. She’d packed both her medium and high resistance bands, and, being a gentleman, he volunteered to use the more difficult one for their various exercises. They did each one on the opposite side so they could face each other and talk. The first one required lying on their side and then propping up on an elbow, using the other hand in front of the body for stability, and then using the strength of their obliques and inner thigh muscles to lift their feet off the floor, with the band around both legs just above the knee. Then the top leg was raised to stretch the band, and lowered back together, in a quick but controlled rhythm. The second version was the equestrian’s least favorite. She lifted the top leg a few inches and then raised the bottom one up to meet it, even more quickly than the other version. It made the “round and juicy” muscle in the middle of the inside of her upper thigh tickle from the inside out. Then came two clamshell exercises- one regular, and one suspended, and the corkscrew lift. They took a stretching break, which André used to simulate holding his girl’s tiny waist between her open knees and fucking her, and then it was on to the things meant to help the tightness in her adductor. She lay on her side again, up on her elbow, with her top leg bent so that her foot was flat on the floor behind the bottom one, which was then lifted up for a two-count and then lowered back down for two. After 30 seconds, she held it in the raised position and moved it up and down just a little, very fast. He could do all of that and hold a conversation about spending another night in St. Tropez as if he were just lying still on the couch. The last test for each leg was circles- lifting that bottom leg straight up, opening it forward, bringing it down, and then pulling it back in before repeating the circuit. Switching the circle in the other direction was the worst. It was much harder to lift the leg when it was open out in front. Annoyingly, the football player didn’t seem to think any of the exercises were difficult. He was never taxed.

“You’re done?” he questioned with feigned surprise when Christina started pulling the Velcro open to take off her ankle weights.

“Yeah. I’m trying not to do anything with my ankle. The burpees are bad enough for it. I want to give it a real break. My knee, too.”

“That’s good, pretty girl. I have a little more to do. You should go have your shower. I’ll be up there by the time you’re done.”

“K. Do you want a post-workout snack or smoothie? I’m probably not gonna take a bath.”

“Nah but save me some hot water, yeah?”

She administered a see-you-in-a-bit kiss and then climbed the stairs to the main deck, stepped down the stairs into the outdoor sitting area, and went inside to assure Lukas that she’d be right with him. He was sticking Play Dough to a dinosaur figurine and couldn’t have cared less. He paid no attention to his dad stopping for a sweaty kiss 10 minutes later either, and that was good for his dad because he was in a hurry to get to the shower.

Good, I didn’t miss her, he thought as soon as he heard he water running. The workout ended abruptly when he realized he wanted to get in the shower with Christina more than he wanted to work on his fitness. She was literally rubbing a soapy washcloth between her butt cheeks when he flung the glass door open, which caused surprise and blushing on her part and smiley laughter for his.

“Why are you here?” she complained.

“Because foreplay.” André shut the door behind him and stepped closer so he could smooch her and grab both breasts at the same time. The shower was rectangular, and big enough that two people could stand completely out of the water streams, or even sit down on the wide tiled ledge designed specifically for that purpose, when the space was used for steam instead of water. Christina was already standing clear of the water to give the conditioner in her hair a chance to work its magic while she scrubbed everything else, including her chest. Soapy breasts were among the player’s favorite kind.

“Okay but you have to get clean too,” his girl warned. “No just rinsing.”

“Do you want to soap up my dick for me?”

“Not especially,” she laughed. “And can you move? I need to rinse the soap out of my butt.”

I’ll help! André switched places with her and then aided by holding her butt cheeks apart so the water would run in between. Usually she does this too, but she bends over a lot and tries to get the water to hit her lower back and then run down. I think it gets all the way to her pussy that way. The water isn’t very warm though. She probably only likes that when it’s really hot. I’ll help with the boobs too, he thought once her back was rinsed and it was time to do the front. He kissed her left ear while helping to push coconut-scented suds down her breasts and stomach. It tasted like lemon and chemicals, from the conditioner. Kissing is really not for the shower, he realized not for the first time. The shower is more about touching. Prinzessin is all roll her eyes and laugh away my foreplay right now. I want her melting into the touching, so that we can do the kissing when we get out.

“Babe, stop with my belly button and wash your hair.” Christina passed him the Kevin Murphy Balancing Wash and swiveled round again to scrub her face with a green paste full of sea salt and avocado, among other things.

Fine. I’ll wash my hair and then I’ll wash my cock and she won’t be able to resist touching me, the player reasoned. He was discounting how turned off she was by flaccidity. In fact, she paid less attention to him than Lukas did when he passed through the lounge. He gave up and waited until they were all done and his wife was about to transition from towel-drying her body to moisturizer application.

“Prinzessin.”

“Wha?”

“Stop for a second,” he requested, polite but firm. He secured a towel around his waist and bent down to hold onto hers with both of his big and newly softened hands, and leaned in to plant his lips on hers. After about three seconds, the rider lifted up on the ball of one foot so she could reach around his neck. The toes of the other foot behind helped her get just a little taller. His hands moved around to her lower back, and then her butt, and he briefly considered lifting her up onto the vanity directly behind her. I doubt she’s in a fuck-me-on-the-bathroom-counter mood, especially since she just got clean and dry. I’m not really in that mood either. I want to be with her, not just fuck her. We got so drunk last night, when we had sex we were so sloppy. Before that I was thinking about being with her and seeing if there was a palpable difference since she decided she’s happy with me again and everything is roses. I want to know if there has been as much missing from our sex life as there was missing from her complexion and her smiles and her laughs. “Come to bed, baby,” he urged when she released her heavy, yolk-like hold around his neck and let her palms slide down over his shoulders instead. It was her choice to break the kiss at the same time, but she kept her face in kissing-range. Her nose bumped into his a little as she lowered to the flat of her feet.

“Yeah,” Christina nodded. André let her out from between him and the vanity where she left her towel falling out of the sink. Her hair was really too wet to get in bed but that wasn’t so important. He wanted her to sit on his lap anyway, so it was just his wet hair dripping onto the pillows he pushed up against the headboard. She settled in the requested spot as soon as he ditched his towel, and he pulled the comforter over his legs and up to her behind, drawing it closer to him around her, so she was sort of enveloped in it but he could still see and touch all her best bits. He held her waist again, because that was what turned him on so much in the first place, and she leaned on his shoulders so that she could kiss him, because that’s what she liked best in that moment. She liked the soft and gentle way he smooched her in the shower and in the bathroom- not hungry, not passive, not invasive- just very soft. It wasn’t indecisive, testing, tentative, or cautious, nor overly confident, demanding, or brusque. It was just right. It was just kissing for the sake of kissing, and loving.

“You’re my best friend,” André muttered when the kiss had to stop because Christina’s hair got caught on the button on her bracelet. “You know when we were separated and you said it felt like you had a hole, like something was missing from yourself?”

“Yes...Why?” she asked dubiously while untangling her hair from her wrist. Then something occurred to her. “I’ve felt like that for most of the last year too, but I didn’t know what was missing. I didn’t know the shape of the hole. The time you’re talking about, the hole was Schü shaped.”

“I know, baby. I know. I’ve had a Chris hole for a long time. You’re part of me, in here.” The player worked his right hand between their bodies so he could pat his heart, and she flinched inside. Her last very serious conversation with Juan was very similar. He held his fist over his heart and said she lived in there even when she wasn’t around. Very quickly, she pictured a silhouette of herself being carved from André’s heart and pushed into the Spaniard’s. She couldn’t imagine there being two of her- enough to go round. She could only really be in one heart at a time. The bit added to the heart couldn’t be stretched or duplicated, but the heart could expand to accommodate more. Hers had grown to fit the André cutout and the Juan cutout too. It was crowded in there for sure, and didn’t feel quite right- kind of like her stomach after all the waffles. But she wanted them both there, and getting them there was satisfying and enjoyable and she didn’t want either of them to go. Meanwhile, the bigger of the two shapes in her heart was watching her face and stroking her sides with his thumb. “I’m very, very grateful that the hole is gone now. I’m very, very grateful to have best friend back.”

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