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gretavangroupie · 2 years ago

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Drift

Word count: 7.2k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Fluff.

“Two percent?!” you screech.

Looking down at the cellphone in your lap as you follow the winding directions you see the red battery icon and your anxiety starts to bloom. Your signal has been spotty at best and the constant in and out of service has drained your battery quicker than anticipated. With another hour to go you are starting to panic. Of course your phone would die while you are somewhere in the mountains.

It started snowing last night, and unfortunately has stuck around. So when the snow didn’t stop this morning you knew you would be in for an eventful drive home. Six inches turned into ten very quickly, and the roads were becoming slick. Your little sedan was not equipped for this type of weather, something you were pretty sure you wouldn't experience in Nashville but boy were you wrong.

The two lane road you found yourself upon currently was slightly off the beaten path, on the side of a mountain. Houses sprinkled in here and there, with their long winding driveways, painted white in a wintery scene. In different circumstances you would think it was quite beautiful, but right now, your white knuckle grip on the steering wheel has made you feel differently. Your windshield wipers are going full blast, further obscuring your view of the winding back road. You glance down to your phone to check the directions.

Four miles until you turn right.

As you read the directions out, you're met with a loud thump as your car moves 60 miles per hour over a perfectly placed pot hole, jostling you, your car and its contents.

“Shit!” you cry out as your head bounced back on the headrest.

Reaching down to pick your phone up off the floor, you type in your password and unlock it. But that was all it took. That measly 1% was gone in an instant. Panic swept over you, all you knew was that you had 4, maybe 3 miles now until you turn right. But what about the rest of the directions?

Okay, next shopping center I see, I will stop and grab a car charger.

The snow is falling quickly, and the sun is setting, leaving you to only rely on the light from your hi beams. You swallow thickly as you squint to see the lines on the road. You haven’t seen a car pass you in what feels like forever.

I knew it was a bad idea to get off the interstate.

You saw it, but it was too late. You couldn't react in time. If you slammed on your breaks your car would go sliding into the ravine. So you hit it. Whatever it was. It looked like a crow bar or some type of bent metal. That's what it sounded like too. As your car met with the object you heard a loud popping and you knew your night just got ten times worse. Your car began to limp further down the road with a metallic clatter against the wet asphalt.

You see a driveway in the distance and decide to push forward to pull into it, against your better judgment. As you pull off into the entry of the long driveway you put your car in park and immediately get out and see that your front left tire is completely blown out. The combination of the pothole earlier, and whatever that metal thing was, has left you stranded in the drift of someone's driveway.

You get back into your car and grab your phone, realizing that it died 15 minutes ago. As you sit back into the seat you rub your hands over your face and wonder what you did to deserve this. You turn on your hazard lights and pray that someone drives by and stops. But you know the likelihood of that happening is slim. Anyone with half a brain knows better than to drive in conditions like this.

As you wrack your brain for what to do, it occurs to you.

Maybe, there is someone in the house at the end of this driveway…

You know that this area that you are in is home to most peoples vacation homes, tucked deep into the side of the mountain. The chances of someone being here are small, but not zero. You grab your coat out of the backseat and put it on. From the looks of it, this driveway is fairly long and the snow is piled high and growing by the minute.

Turning off your car, you grab your dead cell phone, and your keys and get out. Now that the sun had set it was dark, and the wind was cutting like a thousand knives. You lock your useless car and shove your keys into your coat pocket. You pull your hood over your head and thank yourself for choosing a pair of sensible boots this morning.

As you walk the long snowy, gravel lined driveway you think to yourself that it must be a mile long, and uphill at that. Just as you think it could stretch on for another mile, you see a soft yellow light ahead of you. A light is on in the house.

Oh my god, someone is here.

Knowing that the house more than likely is warm, has your feet picking up their pace and landing you at the edge of the trees, opening up to the clearing where the occupied house sits. There is one car parked outside of the house and you can hear the soft vibrations of noise from inside. The house is large, old, and wooden. You can see that there are two stories and the ivy growing on the side of the house gives it a certain type of rustic charm you don't see too often anymore. There is smoke filling the air, coming from a chimney, and huge glass windows adorn the entire front of the house.

As you step up to the porch you brush the snow off of your coat and hood, pulling your frozen hand out of your pocket and nervously knocking on the black wooden front door.

The large glass window set into the door has you holding your breath as you see a figure approaching from across the house. Pulling a hoodie over their torso, they peer through the glass to see you standing there and run their hand over their face, as the door opens.

“How did you get this address?” he says.

You nervously stare back at him, “I– I didn’t…my car –I hit something. My phone is dead– I…” you stammer.

“You hit something?!” he asks, shocked.

“Yeah, it was dark, and the snow – I couldn't see. I think it was a crowbar or something.” you reply anxiously.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking concerned.

“Yeah, I am okay. I am so sorry to bother you. My front tire blew out and my phone is dead so I can’t call Triple A…Do you think I could borrow your phone or, could you call, or…” you stammer.

“Yes, absolutely, come in. It’s freezing.” he says, opening the door. You can feel the warmth radiating from inside and graciously step into the house.

“Do you have your phone? I can plug it in?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah!” you say fumbling into your coat pocket and handing him the freezing device.

“My god, your hands are freezing! Here, come sit here by the fire.” he says, leading you from the front door, and into the open, spacious living room. He points to the couch next to the fireplace and says he will be right back. He runs up the wooden staircase and you can hear some banging around upstairs before you see him quickly flying back down the stairs, waving a phone charger in his hand.

You look around the house, and are intrigued by the charm of the renovated old home. The cobblestone fireplace, the wooden beams adorning nearly every inch of the walls and ceiling. It’s a split level home but it has an open floor plan, granting you visual access to almost every part of the house. Small sets of stairs lead to various rooms and loft areas. It’s a very uniquely designed floor plan, and you are interested in the history of the home. Admiring its charming old quality, your eyes flit around but stop when you see the massive windows. You are instantly taken with the wall of windows providing a picturesque view of the snowy scene outside. It’s very charming and you find yourself relaxing into the cozy couch by the fireplace, staring into the snowy sight.

“Better?” he asks, walking down the steps into the living room, before sitting in a chair across from you.

Realizing how you must look, you shoot straight up and fix your posture. “Oh, yeah. Yes. Thank you. This is a really cool home.” you say nervously fidgeting with your coat.

“Oh, thank you, I moved in about two years ago now. Still fixing things up here and there. Trying to bring it up to date without losing its rustic qualities.” he smiles. “I’m Josh by the way.”

“Oh, god, how rude I didn't even ask your name before I made myself at home on your couch.” you laugh. You introduce yourself and shake his hand, which is much warmer than yours and oddly soft. The room is dimly lit by the floor lamp in the corner and the small fixtures illuminating the bookcase in the upstairs loft. The fireplace is glowing brightly behind you. You can see the flames dancing along rhythmically in his eyes. Honey brown and glossy, he must have been drinking before you interrupted his night.

“When my phone turns on, I will call Triple A and I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” you say biting your lip.

“What in the world are you doing driving in this weather?” he asks.

“I was driving back home. I went to visit my parents for the week. The traffic on 40 was so bad, I decided to take a back road thinking it would be faster, but then I got lost and my phone was dying, then this happened... It was not a good choice in hindsight.” you laugh.

“You’re brave. I’m from Michigan and even I wouldn’t be driving right now.” he smiles, his cheeks scrunching tightly beneath his eyes.

He is sort of…cute. Maybe in different circumstances…

“I know, it’s not too much farther…I think? I feel really bad that I interrupted your night.” you say pointing to the movie that is paused on the TV screen.

“Ahh, don’t worry about it. I’ve seen it a thousand times.” he says, waving his hand in the air.

You focus on it, and recognize the character on the screen. “Is– Is it A Clockwork Orange?” you ask, suspiciously.

He seems taken aback as he replies, “Yeah. Yeah it is…” a twinkle of intrigue in his eyes.

“Cool, that's a great film.” you say, politely.

A small smile forms at the side of his mouth, “Yeah, it really is...” he looks like he wants to say more, but stops himself.

Why do I feel like I am supposed to be here?

“Well, I should go see if my phone is turned on. I have bothered you long enough.” you say standing up, and walking up the small set of stairs into the kitchen.

“It’s on the kitchen counter by the fridge.” he calls out to you.

As you grab your phone you see it has come back to life, and you quickly dial out the number for Triple A. You lean over onto the counter as the call rings out. You stare out the windows at the snow still continuing to fall and explain to the man on the phone exactly what happened.

“What do you mean…But I don’t…. I can’t get anywhere…. Okay. Alright. Yeah, thank you.” you end the call staring at the screen dumbfounded.

As you stand there silently trying to figure out your next move you see Josh walk into the kitchen to join you at the counter. He leans his hip onto the countertop, facing you.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, his curly brown hair falling onto his forehead.

You turn to face him and with a blank face you set your phone back on the counter. “No. Apparently they can’t send any trucks out until the morning after they plow the roads. The snow is too bad on the mountain?” you question.

He shakes his head, “Yeah, I was afraid of that. Listen, I don’t want to sound forward but, you are welcome to stay here until the morning. I have a guest room, and anything you might need.” he says kindly.

“Oh wow, that is so nice of you to offer, but I really feel like I am intruding. I mean, you don’t even know me.” you say.

“The alternative is what? You sleeping in your freezing cold car? No. I know we don’t know each other, but I am a human being and from one human being to another, please. Stay. You can leave as soon as you’d like in the morning. They should have the roads plowed by 7:00.” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

You stop for a second to think, but something is pulling you to stay.

“Are you positive that I am in no way putting you out?” you ask, hesitantly.

“Absolutely not. Glad to lend a helping hand. I mean, you must be alright if you knew I was watching A Clockwork Orange.” he smiles.

You nod your head, agreeing and his face lights up with a smile.

“Should we… finish it?” he asks. You bite your lip and stare at him. You know his brown puppy dog eyes have never been rejected in his life. You can feel it.

“Okay, I guess we could. But can I use the bathroom first?” you ask.

“Oh, of course. If you step through that guest room, it’s in there.” he says pointing across the kitchen.

“Thank you.” you say nervously.

As you make your way into the bathroom, you quickly relieve yourself and wash your hands, noticing the eclectic artwork hanging on the walls in the bedroom. He has very interesting taste in furniture and decor, but it kind of fits the feel of the house perfectly. As you make your way back into the living room you step down into the warm space, and see Josh waiting for your return sitting on one side of the couch with his feet crossed on the coffee table.

“All good?” he asks, he has noticed you have removed your coat and grants you a smile.

“Yeah, thanks. I am sure you didn’t see your night going this way.” you laugh as you sit down on the opposite side of the couch. But you feel it. A magnetism to be closer to him.

What? You don't even know him…

“You’re right I didn’t but I’m kinda glad it did.” he smirks with sultry eyes.

Maybe he feels it too…

You feel your cheeks blush as he unpauses the movie, and it roars back to life.

You spend the next hour talking instead of watching the movie, discussing the theories surrounding it and even further discussing Stanley Kubrick. You have a lot of the same opinions on his work and career. Josh is super knowledgeable about film making and even tells you how it was always his dream to be a filmmaker himself. Your heart warms at the fact that he is passionate enough to tell a complete stranger about his dreams.

You talk until the fire in the fireplace dies down and you find yourselves sitting in a dark living room, lit only by the small lamps on the book case.

He looks over at you and stares for a second, “Let me go grab you some clothes for you to sleep in, I'll be right back.”

“Oh, that's not necessary, I will be okay, really. I can just sleep in this.” you reply.

“Please, I insist.” he says standing and walking up the stairs, his bare feet padding up the wooden steps.

You stand awkwardly in the living room, waiting for him to return. You walk over to the windows and stare out at the snow, still falling. You walk back into the living room, and notice the bookcase on the second floor loft. You look around to see if Josh is coming back and when you see that he isn't, you make your way up the stairs and over to the full book shelves.

Browsing the titles you see a lot of classics. You run your index finger over the spines, stopping on names you recognize. The leather bound books are beautifully displayed and lit with tiny sconces on the front of the shelves. Bending down to look at the next row of books, you are surprised when you notice Josh standing next to you.

“Well, what do you think? Any good ones?” he laughs.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn't mean to pry. Well, actually. Maybe I did.” you smile. “But yeah, all the classics, you are well read.”

“I spend a lot of time traveling, and books are a great way to pass the time. I pull a lot of inspiration from these old books.” he says. He reaches a stack of clothes out to you and your hands brush his. You both recoil and look at each other like you have been zapped by lightning.

Surely he felt that?

You grab the stack from him, and look down. “Thank you.”

He bites his cheek like he wants to say something, but again, doesn’t.

“Come on, I will show you the guest room and get you some blankets.” he says, gesturing for you to follow him.

After a few minutes he has retrieved a few blankets for you and provided you with an extra phone charger, handing them to you with a soft smile. In the dim lighting you can see the dimple that forms in his cheek, perfectly situated above a tiny scar.

“I will turn the heat on a little warmer, sometimes it gets cold because of the windows. If you need me, I’m at the top of the stairs to the left.” he smiles, and shuts the door behind him.

You sit on the bed examining the pile of clothes he has so graciously brought you. A long sleeve white tee shirt and a pair of well loved sweatpants. You peel your clothes off of you, and slide into the much comfier attire. Maybe he was right, this will be warmer.

You plug your phone into the charger and spread the extra blanket over the twin size bed. You flip the switch on the wall and climb into the bed. You lay there hearing the wind whip against the old house. You think about your evening and how it went so completely different than you imagined. You are sleeping in a stranger's bed? The room is quiet except for the sound of the snow falling on the windows. You drift off to sleep and think of the beautiful curly haired man sleeping right above you.

You wake yourself up shivering. Your eyes open and you're met with total darkness. The light from the alarm clock long gone, the air growing colder by the second. The distant whirr of the refrigerator reduced to nothing. The power must have gone out. Your feet are frozen, hands too. Trying to pull the blankets closer to yourself you realize they are already as close as they could be. Your body shivers under the sheets. If only you had some socks you could make it through until morning.

You lay there for a few minutes trying to rub your feet together to create some warmth, but nothing was working. Your brain remembers the fire in the living room. It had been a few hours since it had gone out, but surely the hearth was still warm. You grab your phone, and turn on the flashlight, illuminating the floor below you. You quietly twist the door knob on the old door, and tiptoe through the hallway into the kitchen. Looking around, you see that the power is definitely out. Walking quietly down the small set of steps you find a place on the hearth of the fireplace, only to find that it too, has grown cold.

Rubbing your freezing cold hands together you think back to what Josh told you. ‘If you need anything, I’m up the stairs to the left.’ You think about going up there to ask for socks but quickly talk yourself out of it. As you look out the large windows it seems the snow has finally stopped falling, but it has accumulated quite a few inches. More than likely making the power fail.

You scroll through your phone on the couch, but your service is weak. You can't get anything to load. Tiredness begins to creep in on you as the stinging stiffness in your hands and feel remind you of their temperature.

Okay, just do it. Just go ask for some socks. Tell him the power is out. He will understand.

Setting your phone on the coffee table you swallow deeply and quietly make your way up to cold wooden stairs. When you reach the landing you turn to his door, which isn’t a door at all. There is no door, it’s just an open archway. The sight in front of you nearly takes your breath away. He has a fireplace up here, and it is still glowing with embers. Your legs carry you over to it where you place your hands and are greeted with the feeling of warmth.

Inadvertently you release a sigh as you feel your extremities warming. You hear the bed rustle behind you and you flip around, not even fully realizing that you are standing in this mans bedroom. He leans up on his arm, and you can see his eyes slowly opening as he sees you standing in front of his bed.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, his voice light and groggy.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just– the power went out, and I was so cold I was just going to come ask you for some socks…” you stammer. “But then I saw the fireplace from the doorway, and my legs carried me here. I thought maybe if I could just warm my hands and feet I would be okay.”

He peels the blanket off of himself and stands up pushing his hair out of his face. His body clad in only his black boxer briefs, showcases his chiseled torso, glowing in the fireplace embers. You have to peel your eyes off of him as he walks across the room.

He returns a minute later with a pair of wool camping socks, “For your feet.” he says, handing you the socks. You reach out to grab them and his hand brushes yours sending that same electricity through your system.

“My god, you are freezing!” he says. How long have you been awake and cold?”

Bending down to pull the socks over your feet you answer, “I’m not sure, maybe twenty minutes?”

“Why didn’t you come up here sooner?” he asks, grabbing your cold hands in his warm ones, rubbing them together to attempt to warm them.

“Well, you were already nice enough to let me stay here, I didn't want to wake you up too.” you say bashfully. Your eyes travel down his body and back up. “Aren’t you… cold?” you ask.

“No, I’m a warm sleeper.” he answers.

“Ah, that sounds nice.” slips from your mouth before you even can register what you’ve said.

You clamp your hand over your mouth in regret and he smiles, a giggle almost leaving his chest.

“You know, I figured I would lose power. I’m not surprised. How about this… why don’t you stay up here? I will throw another log on, and we can both be warm.” he says, with innocent eyes.

Your eyes travel to the bed behind him, plush with white fluffy duvets and blankets.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as he goes to speak again, “It’s a big bed. We won’t even touch. I just won’t be able to sleep if I know you’re down there shivering.”

He bends over and tosses another log onto the embers, poking it with the fire poker until it lights. Feeling the warmth on your back, you look back to him. “Okay, but only because I am freezing.”

“I know. I’ll get you warm, don’t worry.” he smiles.

He walks over to the other side of his bed, pulling back the blankets and gesturing for you to slide in. He pulls the thick blankets over you and nods his head as he tucks you in.

Wow.

You can’t even think of a time when someone took care of you like this. It’s kind of sweet.

He walks back to the fireplace and prods the log making sure it won’t roll off, and closes the mesh divider.

He makes his way back to the bed, returning to the warm spot he left only minutes ago, sighing in relief as warmth washes over him as he pulls the duvet back over his now slightly chilled body.

He rolls to face you, though you are on your back, eyes cast to the ceiling. You can feel his eyes staring into the side of your head, so you turn your head to look at him. The room is dark, the only light coming from the small flames in front of the bed. The orange hues dance across his cheeks, highlighting his cheekbones, and producing a sparkle in his tired eyes.

“Do you feel it?” he whispers.

You feel your heart leap in your chest as your breath catches in your throat, “What?” you ask, nervously.

“The fire, do you feel it?” he asks.

God…

“Oh, yeah, I do. Thank you… for letting me stay up here. This is beyond…hospitable.” you reply, turning your body to face him in the bed.

“Are you warming up?” he asks, the log crackling in the fireplace.

“Yes, I’m starting to. I think it will take longer for my hands and feet.” you giggle.

“Here,” he says, reaching across, grabbing your hands and clasping them tightly between his. “Mine are plenty warm.”

You feel the electricity traveling through your body, and from the look on his face, he feels it too. A light hum leaves your chest as the warmth of his hands works quickly to heat your own.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, you are positive that he can see the pink blush creeping across your cheeks as you stifle a nervous smile.

“Yeah, it does. You’re lucky you’re so hot.” the words falling from your lips before you can stop them, something that seems to be happening far too often.

A smirk flashes across his face as you stumble trying to correct yourself. “Warm, I meant warm. Not hot. I’m sorry... But, not that you aren’t hot, you are. Really. But–I meant…I’m not making this better am I...” you sigh.

“No, you know what? I think it’s perfect.” he says, his hand gripping yours, thumbs gently exploring the valleys and peaks of your knuckles.

“You do?” you ask quietly.

“Mhmm…” he hums. The rumble from his chest sends a shiver through your body.

You can feel your body temperature rising, but it isn’t from the fire. Josh’s hand releases yours and your eyes flick down as he pulls them away. He notices your furrowed brow and looks up at you.

“I told you we don’t have to touch.” he smirks, rolling to his back, positioning his hands behind his head. You roll back to your back, mimicking his actions.

You both lay there in silence for a few minutes. You can hear the wind whipping against the windows, the thought causing you to shiver. You let your eyes travel the length of his body under the sheets and you bite your cheek as you meet his bare chest moving slowly up and down with each breath.

Pursing your lips together, you let your foot wander across the bed until it makes contact with his. You let the tips of your toes trace the curve of his ankle, as you watch a small smile play upon his lips.

He turns his foot to meet yours, rubbing slowly over the top of yours as he twists his body to face you again. He places his hand next to his face on the pillow, pushing down the fluffy feather filled fabric, “So you do want to touch?”

You turn your body to face him, letting your foot slide up his leg, feeling the soft hairs tickle you. “Maybe a little…” you answer.

“You feel it too, don't you.” he asks. But this time, you know he isn’t talking about the fire.

“Feel what, Josh…” you say in a playfully sultry tone.

“This.” He grabs your arm and pulls you as close to him as possible, his bare chest pressed directly to yours.

Your legs intertwine with his as his hand cradles the back of your neck. Yours rests on his warm chest. He really wasn’t kidding about the warm sleeper thing.

Your fingertip traces the line of his collarbone as your eyes flick up to his, “Yes…I feel it too.”

You feel his breath on your forehead and you sink into him, as his body heat warms you quickly.

Feeling bold, you press a barely there kiss to his throat, stretched taut over your head. You feel his Adam's apple bob against your lips as your lips connect with his skin. His legs twitch against yours and you feel a warmth creeping down your center.

A closed mouth groan rumbles through his chest as his grip on you tightens. You have never made the first move, but tonight wasn’t a normal night. He was a stranger. A beautiful, warm stranger and you had already taken the first chance by knocking on his door.

You feel him hardening against your stomach and you smile up at him. His eyes have grown dark with want and you know yours probably look the same. “Josh…” you ask.

“Hmmm…” he hums into the top of your head.

“You know you could have just started a fire downstairs… I could have slept on the couch.” you say.

“You’re right. I could have, but I knew both of us weren’t going to fit on the couch.” he replies, voice soft as velvet.

“So you did want me in your bed…” you tease.

“From the second you asked me if I was watching A Clockwork Orange…” he says.

You crane your neck, lips furiously in search of his. You would be lying if you said you didn't catch yourself staring at his plush pink lips all night as he spoke of his passions. Thought about how they would feel, how they would taste. You thought about kissing the tiny scar you noticed on his cheek in the guest room. But nothing you imagined came close to how he actually felt. How he actually tasted. His tongue slides across your bottom lip as it begs for entry into your mouth. Slightly parting your lips he slides in, his tongue searching for yours.

You twist your fingers into his curly hair and it’s softer than you imagined. His lips pull away from yours and you whine at the loss of the heat of his tongue against yours. His lips connect with your jaw and neck as you scratch your nails against his scalp. You feel him hum against your neck as you pull on his hair, begging him for more.

“You like that?” he murmurs against your skin.

“Yes… kee– keep going…” you beg.

“God you’re sweet. I have to know you.” he says, as his kisses travel further down your neck. You feel his warm hand slide underneath the hem of the borrowed white shirt. His hand radiates heat across the sensitive skin of your stomach burning a path as it travels up.

His eyes look to yours for permission, and he takes your deepend kiss as a yes as his hand connects with your hardened nipple. A moan leaves your mouth and travels into his and he rolls the taut flesh between his thumb and forefinger.

He releases it as he grabs a handful of your breast, massaging the pliable skin. Sliding your knee upwards between his legs, you feel his full erect length straining through his boxers. You press your pelvis into his causing him to groan and pull you in tighter.

“I want you to know me Josh, all of me.” you say, reaching down to grasp him in your hand.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

You detach your lips from his neck as you respond with a nod, “Didn’t you say you would warm me up?”

“I did say that, didn’t I…” he teases, lifting the hem of the shirt to pull it over your head. As you lay there next to him, the orange glow of the fireplace reflects onto your skin.

“Shit, you are…for once I don’t have words.” he smiles.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you laugh.

“Good. I always have words. My brothers give me shit for it all the time. But you have me speechless…” he says with a smile.

You blush, and you're positive that even in the dark room he can see it. His dimple shows through and you pull his neck down to connect your lips with his once more.

Your hands travel down his sides, feeling his soft smooth skin beneath your hands. Supporting himself with one hand next to your head, the other hand skims to the top of the black sweatpants, teasing the sensitive skin across your hip bones.

He hooks a finger into the waistband and tugs downward pulling them to rest at your knees. You kick them the rest of the way off, leaving you bare beneath him.

“I can’t believe you got a flat in front of my house. I can’t believe I was actually here.” he says as if thanking God for his good fortune.

“Why wouldn’t you be here?” you whisper.

“I travel a lot. I’m not here probably six months out of the year.” he answers.

You know you want to dive deeper into that at a later time, because right now, you need him. Like you need air. Lungs burning from not having him.

You look directly into his beautiful brown eyes as you quickly rid him of his boxers. He kicks them off and your eyes travel down his chest to see the outline of his length glowing in the fire light between you.

He drops down to place wet kisses over your stomach and hips. Stopping and looking up at you as he presses a kiss to the mound between your legs. His tongue slips out and licks a warm path up your center causing you to breath sharply at the contact. Your hips flex backwards as your body silently begs for more friction. He pushes your legs apart slightly as he repeats the same motion, a sigh releasing from your chest.

His tongue pointedly circles around your clit, you groan becoming more audible. His hand reaches up and grabs yours placing it on the top of his head. He wants your hands in his hair and you willingly oblige.

Weaving your fingers through the curls you find yourself instinctively pressing down on his head to bring him closer. A growl racks through his chest.

“Josh… I….” you whine.

His lips detach from you, “I know beautiful, give it to me. I want it.” he demands.

His tongue begins to furiously swipe against you and within seconds you are free falling into your release bucking your hips up into his mouth. The moan from your chest echoing through the silent house. As you float there in the darkness you feel his mouth leave you, and once you’re fully back, you feel him pressing kisses to your thighs.

“Josh…I want you.” you say, pulling him up to hover over you.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, “You can have whatever you want, as long as you keep making pretty sounds like that.”

Gripping his dick in your now much warmer hand, you pull him to you, pressing him against your soaked core.

You let go as he takes the lead, slowly sliding into you with a whispered ‘fuck.’

You adjust to him quickly, almost as if your body had been waiting for him since the minute he opened the door. His curls hang down his forehead as he sets a steady pace moving back and forth inside of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you as your lips find his. You can taste yourself, but more, you can taste him. His essence. You can smell his earthy scent, pouring from his skin. Like a mix of damp wood and sweet vanilla.

He rolls his hips into you eliciting a moan from your mouth. He does it again receiving the same response and a smile crosses his face. His thrusts become harsher, hitting the spot you so desperately need him to hit, and he does. Flawlessly. Your moans fill the air in the room.

“I have heard so many things in my life, but god damn if this one isn’t my favorite.” he says, punctuating the sentence with the most sinful groan and you tighten around him.

“Fuck… just like that gorgeous.” he says pressing deeper with each thrust.

“Josh, fuck…” you whine.

“You gonna give me another one baby? I want it…Need to feel you cum on my cock.” he pants. His hips begin to falter, thrusting wildly and inconsistently. You can tell he is close and you’re not far behind him.

You squeeze around him as your fingernails dig into the soft skin of his back. “Please, harder.” you beg.

Sweat drips down the side of his neck as he bites his bottom lip, thrusting into you harder than he has been, the smack of skin ringing through the vaulted ceilings. “Fuck, you want it hard baby? God you’re fucking perfect.” his hips snapping into you repeatedly like a rubberband.

You toss your head back as you feel your stomach tightening.

“Ahhh… fuck you’re squeezing me so fucking good… I won’t last much longer, I need you to cum for me angel. Let me have it.” he begs.

His words send you spiraling into your second release, tensing around his cock so hard, that he meets his own ending. You feel him pulsing inside of you. Groaning with each spurt your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

His breathing is erratic as he collapses onto your chest, his messy curls tickling your face. You giggle as you push them away from your nose. He rolls off on you and onto his pillow, turning his head to face you as his breathing evens out.

He pulls you close to him, your head laying on his chest. You listen to his heart beating and feel the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers run through your hair, occasionally twisting a strand around his finger, feeling the silkiness of it between his digits. His fingertips massage your scalp practically putting you to sleep.

“You live in Nashville, right?” he asks, finally breaking the silence.

You nod your head against his chest. “I do.”

“Good.” he replies.

You kiss his chest and he places a kiss on the top of your hair, letting his arm fall loosely around your back. Sleep overtaking both of you, finally warm.

When your eyes open, you see daylight. It is bright, brighter than usual. The sky is gray and heavy with snow clouds, an ominous reminder of what looks to be another snow storm impending. Sitting up, you find yourself still in the king size bed in Josh’s room. You see now in the light of day, the entirety of the wall of windows that overtakes the back portion of his home. His bedroom opening up to the bright light of the day as soon as the sun would begin to rise. You see that he has gone from next to you, and you bite your lip, wondering if he regrets what happened.

You pull yourself out of the warmth of the bed and redress yourself in the borrowed clothes flung onto the floor with haste last night. You make his bed, a gentle thank you, for him to find later, before you step out of the doorway and make your way down the shiny wooden steps.

The power is back on, evident by the smell of the coffee pouring out of the kitchen. You look around the house but you don’t see Josh. Where did he go?

You walk to the coffee pot situated next to the stove, and begin opening the cabinet doors looking for a mug. Settling on a blue mug with the state of Michigan on it, you pour the steaming hot liquid into the mug, breathing in deeply the invigorating scent.

You carry the hot mug into the guest room, setting it on the bedside table as you change back into your own clothes. A few minutes later as you reemerge with the empty mug, you see Josh standing at the counter. He has on a sweatshirt and pants, and his hands are dirty. His cheeks are flushed pink from the cold outside air.

“I was wondering where you went.” you say sheepishly, placing your mug on the counter.

“I woke up and decided, ‘Who needs Triple A’... I can do it. So I went and dug your car out of the snow, and changed your flat. I have to admit, I haven’t had to do anything like that in a while. Probably since I was home in Michigan. It may have taken me longer than it should but … it was kinda nice. But I will admit it was hard to peel myself away from you this morning.” he smiles.

“You didn’t have to do that!” you implore, “Gosh I feel so bad, I already feel like I have imposed so much!”

Peeling his hoodie off, he rushes to you. “You weren’t an imposition. You were the unexpected surprise I needed. The best surprise.” he says, grabbing your hands. “Last night was…perfect and I want to see you again. In fact I don’t even want you to go.” he says shyly.

“Really?” you ask, nervously.

“Yeah, but I understand you probably need to…” he says looking down to the floor. Your heart clenches realizing how nervous he is, and that’s when you decide.

“I actually have nowhere to be… but… I do need a shower and I’ll probably need some clothes.” you smirk.

“You know…I think I can help with that.” he smiles.

You peer out the window behind him, snow flurries just beginning to fall as you ask, “Have you ever seen 2001: A Space Odyssey? I feel like you’d like it…”

He shakes his head in amazement as a smile spreads across his face, making way for his perfect dimple. With his look suddenly turning to a devilish grin, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you up the stairs, laughing the whole way.

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hwajin · 2 years ago

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#! — ғʟᴜғғʏ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴋᴢ

genre: fluff

pairing: skz x gn!reader

note: i'm so hyped for christmas and i LOVE the time right before the holidays so here's a couple headcanons for the season jfjejdne, enjoy and happy holidays to everyone celebrating and a warm and cozy time to everyone who isn't <3

ᴄʜᴀɴ

sir makes an advent calender for you for sure 😩😩. like he doesn't buy one, he goes the extra mile and gets an idea to make 24 special presents for you HIMSELF (all of them rather small becasue he doesn't want them to overshine the main present on christmas eve, yet thoughtful enough for you to absolutely MELT at the fact he put so much effort into a seemingly irrelevant thing such as an advent calender???). honestly, in general, pre christmas and winter time, december all throughout january, is SO incredibly soft with this man. cuddles all the way, if not in bed cuz he has to work then on his lap WHILE he's working fr. both of you in hoodies of his, both of you in fluffy socks that keep you warm. you dozing off at some point, him giggling about it and taking a pic to keep the memory, and it's just all so warm and soft and cuddly :(((

ᴍɪɴʜᴏ

COOKS SO MUCH FOR YOU 😩😩. like he's in charge for christmas dinner so he needs to run some test meals and it's convenient that you're there cuz you can just taste test everything <33. is so sweet when he runs up to you with a hot spoon in his hand and tells you to blow first before digging in. in general the whole of december is very sweet with him but on a very lowkey level. he wouldn't go all in with being overly romantic, wouldn't die to visit winter markets with you — but seeing how much you like the sparkling lights that illuminate the city and how much joy it brings you to stroll around, kicking the snow beneath your feet, he can't help it and sees himself wishing to go out for yet another walk in the cold with you. oh and you can BET there's gonna be endless snowball fights. like endless. lino'd definitely keep track of who won last time and either is trying to get a revenge or would egg you on to get back at him. really just for the fun of it, he loves sillying around with you whenever you step foot into the snow <3.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

ice skating dates allll the way, and winter market strolls!! boy is definitely a sucker for everything sweet and romantic around christmas and is so soft with you throughout all of december (he is always, but when the temperatures are cold it feels like he's this much more drawn to you, searching for warmth in your embrace and providing you with a warming body as well). and he eats SO much with you omg!!! like when you remind him of dieting or healthy eating man's is JUDGING YOU SO HARD cuz when else would you be able to go to a winter market when the snow is falling and order some chocolate covered fruits and roasted almonds and drink mulled wine and get all comfy and tired and sleepy together and end up sharing drunken kisses on your way home??? like that is a ONCE in a life time experience and he will throw every principle of healthy eating out the window if it means munching and sipping stuff in your company <333.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

SO IN LOVE WITH CHRISTMAS R U KIDDING. christmas time and especially pre christmas time is the very best with him. when you wake up to see it snowing — mind you, especially if it's the first ever snow this year — he will get so sappy and romantic and be all like 'we're soulmates now cuz we saw the first snow together' and he'll stay cuddling you for a while longer SUFFOCATING YOU before begging to go out with him to feel the falling snow on his face and hands. will also ADORE visiting winter markets with you, having some wintery food like roasted almonds and mulled wine which he gets so sleepy from. like he loves watching ppl being happy and winter markets give him the perfect view for it — most importantly loves seeing you happy tho, and the smile you have painted on your face while strolling around with him is unbeatable. also fucking loves to simply cuddle up at home with just the two of you alone and unbothered, not necessarily watching a movie even, but simply sitting and being warm together. like that's all he needs to be happy fr.

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i feel like boy loves mulled wine so much you'd have to carry him home because he never learns and drinks WAY too fucking much because it's so tasty and ends up barely able to stand up straight. also just very loves all the snacks and cookies and sweets around the holidays, like will buy so much ginger bread it's crazy you'll end up eating it up until like february. OH AND GINGER BREAD HOUSE COMPETITIONS !!!! like he'd see it on tiktok at some point, people competing in building ginger bread houses and he simply NEEDS to know who'd win between the two of you. you'd blast some christmas playlist — not before going to shop for the ingrediants together and probably forgetting a couple because you just can't coordinate — and you'd set a timer to add a bit to the competition feeling. hanji SINGS his lungs out on every single christmas song, tries outsinging mariah carey and at some point you can't help but ask him to tone it down because your ears — as good of a singer as he is — can only take this much.

ғᴇʟɪx

BAKING DATES. LOTS OF THEM. like he loves baking normally anyways but doesn't want to overdo it if there's no occassion, but winter calls for baking millions of cookies on end and handing them out to every single friend he has (and their families, he just loves spoiling people). and he finds it so cute when the two of you get to bake together, like especially if you're normally not a big baker he LOVES kinda teaching and guiding you on what to do. every baking session would end up kinda messily because of mysterious reasons (you claim tho that it's never your fault the cookies look a bit ugly or are way sweeter than they should be), but despite that both you and him can laugh about it, enjoying that not everything has to go perfect for the both of you to have fun. is definitely a fan of winter markets, mentions WAY too often that it's WAY too cold tho so he prefers to stay home with you, cuddling up on the sofa with classic christmas movies and being all fuzzy and warm and soft <33.

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

is such a perfectionist when decorating the house OMG. you'd go decoration shopping with him, setting on a vibe and theme before spending WAY too much money and ending up only using like half the stuff anyways. and tho he has to say a LOT about where certain stuff should be hanging it's nevertheless so much fun to spend the time with him, getting your own four walls looking as pretty and wintery as ever. he'd be teasing you so much for no good reason other than to annoy you (and because he loves how much you always react to it), like messing with the christmas ball you want to hang up on the tree, or putting sparkly garlands around your neck, or suddenly coming up to you and planting a kiss right to your lips and watching you get incredibly flustered. omg and singing christmas songs with him??? or like, listening to him sing more than you singing yourself, but whenever a classic plays on the radio he hums with it and it warms your heart so so much you melt into a small puddle upon his voice filling the warm home.

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no cuz boy is so soft throughout winter :(((. i know he plans your present months prior so he's all set for WEEKS simply to not stress over gifts, especially for you. puts lots of thought into the present as well, important to get you something meaningful that you'd be able to remember him by. the moment the first snow falls he's DRAGGING you outside with him, having snowball fights and building snowpeople and tackling you onto the ground to make snow angels <33. OMG and do y'all know those snow duck presses??? the ones where you put some snow in between and press together and a snow duck appears??? he'd have ordered it early enough to be SO prepared to use it when there's enough snow outside, making a whole army of little snow ducks and taking pics of them with you and him in front <333.

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formalmess · 1 year ago

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DTIYS!

dtiys time! of the wintery luisley variety! no rules, no deadline, i simply implore you to have fun in drawing these romantical festive boys! and please be sure to tag me or use the hashtag below so i can find your lovely draws :D <3

have fun!

#pxlholidaydtiys #prince peasley #luigi #superstar saga #mario fanart #dtiys #draw this in your style #fanart #mario #smb #mario and luigi #peasley #luisley #pxl #i also highly recommend drawing their outfits in your style as well if you are so inspired hehe

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drarryspecificrecsdaily · 1 year ago

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2023.12.13

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Our Voices by @xx-thedarklord-xx [T, 1k]

►Fans wanting to meet the Harry Potter was always an annoying part of owning the Tornadoes Quidditch team for Draco. But when a little boy stands in front of him clutching a Quibbler magazine, eyes wet pleading to meet not Quidditch player Harry Potter but instead the Harry Potter that came out as bisexual, Draco knows that he's about to break his firm no fan meeting policy and allow the kid to meet his husband

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Fest/Exchange

1. First Frost by Anonymous [T, 4k]

►A story of forest walks and forgiveness, with lots of of wintery vibes and symbolism aplenty. ★ Harry/Draco Owlpost 2023 | @hdowlpost

2. Jasmine in Bloom by Anonymous [E, 41k]

►This is not something Draco can have in his life… Potter overturning all that he’s carefully cultivated. They’re not compatible and never will be. Draco’s been playing with fire. It just so happens that he likes how Potter smoulders before being allowed close enough to burn. ★ H/D Erised 2023 | @hd-erised

3. The Snowman by Anonymous [M, 3k]

►Snow has fallen steadily all night long, and Draco wakes in a room filled with light and silence. It's a December day, five years after the War. It's on this day that Draco makes the snowman. ★ Harry/Draco Owlpost 2023 | @hdowlpost

4. An Unexpected Santa by Anonymous [E, 4k]

►No, that can't be Draco, can it? Teddy swears it is. ★ Harry/Draco Owlpost 2023 | @hdowlpost

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #daily list #2023 #2023.12

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moontyuns · 1 year ago

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{06:20 pm}

Word count: 0.6k Pairing: Minghao x gn!reader Genre: established relationships, fluff Rating: pg-13

a/n: idk i just suddenly craved something wintery, fluffy and a bit cliche so i wrote this short piece out of the blue eheh

You come through the office doors, it’s late evening by the time you finish your work, and that’s when you realize that you made the greatest mistake by throwing on a coat instead of the puffer. The temperature dropped significantly, unlike the morning you’re sure that it’s around 4 negative degrees but it feels much colder. “Uh well okay, getting sick is not in my plans so let’s pray I won’t” you muttered under your nose and buried the lower part of your face under the thick material of the sweater's neck. It’s not like it actually helps you the slightest bit to get warmer, but at least the cold wind doesn’t bite your chin anymore.

When you went a few meters from the office building, your hand, which you tried to warm up in the pocket, felt the phone buzzing. You thought that it could be your boyfriend but you remembered that he should still work and he rarely messages you unless it’s something important. You brought the phone closer and it was indeed messages from Minghao.

Haohao <3: “Hey, love” “Are you free already? I ended earlier today, so i thought we could meet up” “Call me when you see this”

Once you read the last message you dialed his number right away, and after a few seconds, you heard the voice that brought you comfort “Hey, saw my messages?” the boy on the other line asked you. “Mhm, I just went outside of the office. Where can we meet?” you felt your teeth start chattering, you need to go somewhere as soon as possible. “Let’s meet in the “Cosmos” cafe, it’s a block away from your office,” Minghao said, and you felt grateful because it’s probably the farthest you could get without dying from frostbite. “Yep! See you there in a few!” you replied and disconnected.

You almost run to that cafe and once you are in front of it you peek through the windows to see if Minghao got there or not. When you see no trace of your boyfriend you, for some reason, decide to wait for him outside. You don’t feel your limbs as they feel more like pieces of ice but you still stand outside of the building. A few minutes later you saw your lover getting closer, so you started waving your hand as energetically as you could (even though it probably looked funny considering your state) to greet the boy. “Hi, baby,” Minghao said as he stood before you, he leaned to place a chaste kiss on your cheek and then squinted his eyes at you, “Wait..is it your autumn coat?” you feel embarrassed a bit because it’s always you who can’t predict the weather correctly. “Well yeah…you know a funny story actually..” you didn’t finish your sentence when you heard the boy sighing loudly “God, when will you start checking the forecast before going outside?” The question was obviously rhetorical so you opted to not answer it but divert your eyes to the other side of the road. You heard the boy shuffling and a warm something placed around your neck. It was Minghao’s scarf that he gave to you to warm you up slightly. “Dummy you even waited for me outside..” he shook his head and took your cold hands in his much warmer one and then kissed them. “Let’s go inside, I will buy you a hot chocolate and then we will return home in a taxi, I don’t want you to become an ice princess and then get sick” he placed one last kiss on your forehead and you silently nodded and followed him inside.

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sunshades · 2 years ago

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"ive been ok!!!"

warmup while im trying to remember if i can draw 👍 + another

#shades art #nottttt tagging this im just vibin and dont wanna always spam my friends on discordDASRTFYGHDBJFS #definitely NOT correct procedure to dye before the haircut but the mental image of this was haunting me #will redraw it properly one day when It's Not Bad (here 🧠) but for now!!! have a summery crown and a wintery one #i thought abt the 3 season marks under the eyes since 5ever but always forgor to draw em so here now its Official. lime color summer too #mithra #EVERYONE WISH ME LUCK PLEASE THE EXECUTIVES ARE NOT FUNCTIONING #also they he ^ just a lil boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend that you had in february of last year. boy princess girl king etc etc #dnd:tyriniam

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peachesofteal · 5 months ago

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it's very late and im very sleep deprived but i needed a break from writing a paper so i started reading dead disco and it just hit me like a brick wall how much your stories remind me of seasons...(specifically your ghost/ghoap ones :3)

theres the obvious ones of course, the pit being winter and an ichor veil being winter/spring but it also goes so much deeper in my mind.

through me is very summery, it reads so much like a drama show that airs in the off time of other network shows during summer if that makes any sense. but also its so airy? even though mama does have a hard time, i see her still talking ry to the park on a baking hot day, and zoo trips, going to the aquarium (all summer activities if you ask me) and while she may not be 100% in her prime, or her spring, she and orion are still the new suns in simon's life

cool girl is summer in the exact opposite way, it's like waking up sweaty in the night when the ac goes off, instead of there being another person in bed giving off body heat. it's hating how long the sun is up for because that means you have to be a functioning person that long.

light on is pure spring, like i don't think i need to say anything more. simon being his usual, infinitely wintery self when all of sudden his life is full of brightness and warmth. even wildfires are more common in the spring(at least where im from) and that's the analogy i always use when thinking is how your characters fall in love, but especially in light on.

simple math is winter and spring, reader thinking that it will be another never ending winter over and over for the rest of her life before meeting the boys and pen and suddenly their world is brand new again.

dead disco (including aus) is fall and winter, the ending of the cycle, watching as the hardy fall plants strangle out pretty summer flowers only to then die shortly thereafter, frozen over. (simon's words about reader in chapter 8 culminating in johnny's betrayal and all their lovely angst)

and i havent read deckhand yet, but im so excited to, sorry if this was insanely long i just absolutely adore your work and have for a year now🫶☹️

Oh? my god? I'm a little out of sorts over this, to be honest. All of these make so much sense and I loved reading your perspective on where they fit, and your reasoning. This was so lovely, thank you so much.

#peaches asks

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ellecdc · 4 days ago

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Hi! I really love your writing! Could I please request a ☕️ (Letter i) mixed with 🐻 (“shh, I’ll carry you up”) Reader has either PCOS or Endometriosis and is experiencing a bad episode and Poly!Marauders ( or any of the boys individually) are fussing over reader because this is the first debilitating episode that they have had in the relationship? And it’s kinda of fumbling yet endearing.

I know it’s kinda specific but I have both PCOS and Endometriosis and I’ve had a couple bad episodes recently and the idea of having someone take care of you so dearly is something I would love to read.

Hi love! First off, as a fellow PCOS girlie, i send you thoughts and prayers fr. secondly, I don’t think this quite fits my wintery/holiday theme i was going for with the celebration, and I’ve also been weird about writing period fics for some reason which is dumb, but i think I’m going to pass on this! I do want to give you this fic that I’ve written before with Sirius caring for his crush who struggles with PCOS <3

Sorry about that

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geminisecrets · 2 years ago

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Soul Meets Body

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, oral sex, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, I think that's it???

Word Count: 6.8K

Summary: Just a smutty, wintery, friends to lovers, college Sam AU!

Authors Note: Surprise!!!!! It's Sam instead! We absolutely cannot write the Jake one anymore without hating it all and cringing, but we managed to crank this bad boy out in like 3 days instead so... we hope you like it!

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“You’re such a drag,” Sam slurred, finally letting go of my hand, before shuffling back into the mass of dancing bodies. ‘I don’t dance’ is the understatement of the century. The idea of moving my body like that in front of a mirror, alone, in my room, is enough to make me cringe, let alone on a dance floor at a crowded bar.

There was no bite in his tone, but I rolled my eyes at him nonetheless. He’s known me long enough to know that it doesn’t matter how many G&Ts I’ve had, I will not be joining him on the dance floor. I stay perched at the high top table we’d been drinking at for hours, now. As I shift my hips, I feel the indent I’ve molded into the velvet cushion.

What I lack in confidence and a carefree social presence, Sam more than makes up for. It’s been that way since we first became friends. I met him a little over a year ago through our mutual friend, Danny. Dan and I were in the same chem lab during our freshman year and Sam was his roommate. The three of us became fast, easy friends and our individual friends melded effortlessly into our dynamic.

We find ourselves, now, without those friends for the first time on a Saturday night, maybe ever. Sam and I had hung out alone before, sure. We’d studied together, ran to grab coffee between classes, helped the other stumble back to residence after a night out, but we’d never planned something like this. I don’t know if we ever would, had this opportunity not fallen into our laps.

“A bar promotion, Sam? Seriously?” I’d asked.

“Come on, I know it’s not really your scene, but it’s December twenty-seventh. Everyone else will be home for Christmas.” He whined, puppy dog eyes in full effect, as he kneeled in front of my chair.

“Sam–” I started, ready to beg him to stand back up and not make a scene in the middle of the library.”

“Just go with him so he’ll shut up, please,” Danny whispered, nose shoved deep in his textbook.

“The tickets are free,” Sam continued, folding his hands and placing them neatly on my knees. “That old guy at the radio station gave them to me.” I stayed quiet, eyes searching his as I considered the plea.

Sam and I would be the only two out of all of our friends to be on campus for Christmas. I hadn’t been on speaking terms with my parents for years and his internship at the local radio station prevented him from taking any time off this season. ‘The newbies get the holiday shifts, sorry, kid,’ they said.

I knew he was going to win me over eventually. I had absolutely no reason not to say yes. No plans, no family to see, no other friends around.

“I’ll buy you as many gin and tonics as you can handle,” he finally said, wagging his eyebrows, “maybe more than you can handle, if you’re lucky.” A grin slowly spread across my lips as my eyes squinted at him, really testing the waters to see if he was serious.

“Fine, deal.” I caved.

“Yes!” He exclaimed a little too loudly for our current setting. Danny shoved his shoulder, nearly toppling him over, as I slapped a hand over his mouth, giggling quietly in the crowded library.

The more I watch him, now, the more I really do, for once, wish I was the dancing type. He looks so genuinely happy singing along and swaying his hips. Uncoordinated and awkward as he may be, he’s having fun. It isn't until one of the girls next to him turns around to back herself into him that I felt a different feeling entirely. As she swivels her ass back against him, his eyes shoot to mine immediately.

I wasn’t expecting that. I barely have time to change the look on my face, let alone wrestle with the feeling in my gut before his eyes meet mine. My knee-jerk reaction is to raise my eyebrows at him and smile, giving him a weak thumbs up to show I’m impressed. He laughs, tossing his head back and mocking me with a returned thumbs up.

I look back down at my phone on the table and contemplate faking an emergency to get some fresh air. When I chance a glance back up at the couple, I regret it immediately. The knot of regret in my belly comes from two distinct places. First, I was seeing something I really didn’t want to see: Sam’s hands wandering low on her hips, his middle finger tugging on her belt loop, pulling her closer to him with the rhythm of the music. Second, I was face to face with exactly the feeling I’d been pushing down since the moment I saw Sam walking toward me with Danny a year and a half ago.

I’d been trying incredibly hard for months to compartmentalize my feelings for Sam. I knew he was off limits the second Danny had introduced him to me, but as cheesy as it sounds, the heart wants what it wants. I’d forced myself to look the other way when he’d smile at me. I’d told myself the way he touched my side was nothing more than a gesture. I’d pushed down all the butterflies I’d feel when he told me a secret or brushed his hair behind his ear.

But tonight? There’s no stopping it. It hits me like a brick wall. I’m face to face with the reality that I’ve been falling for him all this time. It’s as I feel my heart rate begin to speed up and my breath come a little less evenly that I know I have to do something. Leaving isn’t an option. Way too obvious and I don't want to ditch him. I go with option two and order myself two more shots and a double gin and tonic.

With a deep breath and a quick prayer that it wouldn't all come back up, I down the shots and the drink in the span of sixty seconds. After a few deep breaths, I decided to stop ‘being a drag’ as Sam had so eloquently put it. I brush my hair behind my ears and make my way to the dance floor. I keep my phone and glass of, now just ice, in my hand like some sort of security blanket as I weave through the crowd. At first, I was sure I didn’t want Sam to see me; I didn't want him to notice that I had ventured out into the sea of bodies. Of course I don't really know how this kind of thing works. I’m relying completely on the liquid courage to move me. When I assume I’ve made it to the middle of the crowd, I close my eyes and think back to all the cliched instructions I’d heard before. Things like: don’t move to the music, let the music move you. And, pretend no one’s watching.

The more I feel the alcohol in my bloodstream, the more those cliches start to make sense. I sway there for a few moments, hips feeling the beat, before I feel a body press up against my back.

“Sorry–” I start, turning around to see who I’d bumped into.

“You’re good,” a pair of bright blue eyes replies, smiling. “This okay?” he asks, hands moving to my hips as he swayed us along to the song. I nod, a blush rising to my cheeks as he brings my hands up to place them around his neck. He hugs me closer as the song changes to something a little slower, the bass thumping so loudly, I feel it in my tummy. The song is something I’d heard before. A classic, but some modern, bastardized version of it. I smile thinking about how much Sam must be hating it.

I continue thinking about Sam. As Blue Eyes’ hands creep a little lower on my back, I imagine they’re his. As the bassline in the song begins to build, I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and wish it was longer, softer, lighter. When I touch the tip of my nose to his neck, I imagine this is how Sam smells, warm, soft, and a little sweaty, but I press my lips against it anyway. I feel the groan vibrate out of his throat as his hands dare to dip into the back pockets of my jeans.

My heart begins to race. Muted, thumping, and heavy, I feel it deep in my chest. Longing. Desire. Carnal and raw. I’m starting to understand the appeal of not being a wallflower on nights like tonight.

“Sam,” I murmur.

“It’s Ben,” he laughs. I pull back to look at him, humiliation painting my features. “It’s okay,” he says, lips at my ear.

And that’s when I see Sam walking toward me with a surprised smile on his face. He winks at me and backs away, but as soon as he does, I want him closer again. I want him to feel how I felt watching someone else’s hands all over him. The logical side of my brain tells me he won’t care. He doesn’t have feelings for you like that, why would he give a fuck? But, the very drunk, much louder, side of my brain is yelling at me to try anyway.

With a smile, I look up at Ben and shake my head, “I’m fine!” I assure him. With my hands on his cheeks, I press my lips to his. In the back of my mind, I’m willing Sam to still be standing there. Ben gives into me, holding me tighter as his lips slot into mine. Getting brave, I lick into his mouth.

“Mmph,” he grimaces, pulling back, “gin.”

“Do I taste like a pine tree?” I ask, trying to taste my own breath. He chuckles and nods.

“I hot pine tree, but a very drunk one,” he states. “Where are your friends?” he asks. I look over his shoulder to see Sam standing by the bar, fiddling with his straw, trying to make it look like he’s not watching me. I’m sure he’s imagining this is what it would be like to see a unicorn or, more likely a train wreck. Ben’s line of vision follows mine and when he and Sam make eye contact, Ben nods, signaling Sam to come over.

What was supposed to be a sexy attempt to make him jealous now makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I feel like a kid getting in trouble. Sam sucks the rest of his drink down and abandons it on the bar to stalk toward us, a smug look on his face.

“Hey,” he says loudly, over the music, “you good?” he asks. I nod.

“I hope I see you again,” Ben says, kissing me on the cheek before meandering away from us.

“What was that?” Sam asks. I bury my face in my hands and lean my forehead against Sam’s chest, groaning.

“I’m so embarrassed,” I mumble.

“What?” He calls, clearly unable to hear me.

“Can you just dance with me?” I look up at him, asking pathetically.

He feigns shock and delight, gesturing to himself dramatically. “Moi?”

I roll my eyes and make an attempt to escape to the bathroom, but he grabs my wrist and stops me.

“Hey, hey hey,” he chuckles. “I’m teasing. Of course I’ll dance with you.”

I let him pull me closer. The song changes again to something with a little more soul. Another classic, but this time with much less autotune and unnecessary techno- drum tracks.

“Finally, someone in this hellhole has taste,” he yells.

“Enough,” I laugh, hugging my arms around his neck. He reciprocates, holding me closer to him and moving to the beat of the music. I still feel a little stiff, despite the fact that I can barely feel my feet due to the amount of alcohol in my system.

“You’ve gotta loosen up,” he says into my ear. His hands travel to my hips and he sways them for me. He’s joking at first, dramatically rocking them right to left, but when I pull back to look at him, his eyes are burning holes through mine. “Like this,” he says. He nods his head to the beat, lip caught between his teeth and hands at my hips again, this time taking another step impossibly closer, chest pressing against mine.

I feel it again. The butterflies, fluttering so rapidly I fear I might vomit them all up. Instead, I close my eyes and focus on the way his hands feel on me. They’re warm and big and they’re slowly digging harder and harder into the skin at my waist.

He’s signing along now and he takes a big step back, grabbing my hands in his and spins me around so that his chest is pressed to my back. Immediately I feel a shift in the energy between us. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s the way I practically feel his heart hammering against my back, but whatever it is gives me the courage to test the waters and press my ass back against him.

He seems to approve and shows me just that by bringing one hand around to rest over my belly button and the other to brush the hair over my shoulder so he can press his lips to the shell of my ear.

“There you go,” he coaxes.

That really is all the encouragement I need to let my hips move on their own accord, grinding against him slowly and as coordinated as I can. It takes all my focus to get the rhythm down, but the way he moves behind me helps me keep time.

My right hand moves to cover his on my stomach and the left grips his thigh as I brace myself, letting him keep both of us upright. The hand on my stomach bravely slips under the hem of my top, resting just above my belly button. My heart is beating so forcefully that I’m sure he can hear it. I let my head loll back against his shoulder and as I look up at the bright flashy lights in the bar, I begin to feel dizzy.

“Fuck, Sam,” I say, holding on to his arm a little tighter to keep my balance. I try to communicate that I need to sit down or go home or really be anywhere but here in this hot, crowded, flashy bar.

“I know,” he says, squeezing at my waist again, misreading my signals entirely, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” My eyes dart open and at this point I’m sure it’s the gin messing with my perception.

“Yeah?” I ask, standing up a little straighter, turning back around slowly in his arms to face him.

“Shit, is it okay that I said that?” He asks, eyes searching mine, but his are just as glossy and gazed over.

“Sam, I think we should go,” I say, convinced that he’s completely delusional and possibly even more fucked up than I am. He cringes visibly and runs his hand through his hair. “Come on.” I take his hand in mine and lead him through the crowd, past the bar and to the coat check. I rummage through my pockets, but realize Sam has our tickets. He reaches past me silently and hands them to the girl behind the counter. In turn, she hands us our coats. We shuffle past the group of people at the door and step out onto the street.

The second we’re outside, the better I can breathe. The urge to vomit subsides and I can think a little more clearly.

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” he winces, walking briskly down the sidewalk. It’s clear that denial and avoidance is the route he’s choosing and, truly, I can't blame him, considering that was the game I played with my feelings for him for as long as I’d known him.

“Let’s Uber, please, my fingers are going to fall off,” I whine. “There’s no chance I’m making it all ten blocks back to my place.”

“Just stay at mine, it’s only three blocks if you cut through the park,” he slows down slightly, allowing me to catch up. “Plus, nothing sobers you up like the brisk walk back home,” he explains.

“Fine,” I relent, not in the mood to argue, “but if my fingers freeze off from frostbite, you’re going to have to type all my papers next semester.”

The walk back to his residence is, in fact, brisk. It’s also relatively quiet. Other than a few remarks from both of us about how cold it is and how much we wish we were already inside, it’s silent between us.

I shiver underneath the awning of his building as he fumbles with this keycard. Finally, he swipes it and we’re inside. I follow him up the familiar path to room three hundred and fifteen. When he unlocks the door, I find Danny’s side of the room completely spotless. Bed made, desk chair pushed in, even his nightstand is tidy and clean.

Sam’s side, on the other hand, as usual, looks like a bomb went off. There’s laundry littering the desk and unmade bed and open books and vinyl records covering every other surface.

“Do you want the bathroom first?” He asks, gesturing to the tiny ensuite to the left.

“No, you can go,” I offer. He doesn't seem to put up much of a fuss and grabs change of clothes before shutting the bathroom door behind him.

I suddenly feel incredibly vulnerable. The room is dark except for the light from the street lamps shining in between the slats of the large blinds and the small salt lamp on Sam’s nightstand. I hug my coat tighter against me and sit on the edge of Danny’s bed. I do my best not to get lost in my thoughts as I hear the toilet flush and the water run from the sink.

I hear it over and over as I stare at the mess of sheets and pillows on Sam’s bed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Surely he was just wasted and horny. He would have said that to anything with a pulse at that point. The more I thought about it, the more I could practically feel him, warm and hard against me as he moved his hips against my ass. The click of the bathroom door opening shocks me out of my own head.

“All yours,” he offers, stepping into the bedroom in nothing but a pair of old boxers. Slut.

Two could play this game. I hadn’t planned on sleeping over, of course, so I brought nothing with me. I rummaged through Danny’s drawers until I found a baggy t-shirt and take it with me into the tiny bathroom. I haphazardly rub at my face with what I beg, is a clean washcloth and some warm water in a very lame attempt to take my makeup off. Part of me knows I’ll regret even trying in the morning, but two AM me could not care less. I swish a capful of mouthwash around in my mouth and pray that does the trick for the time being. I look around for a brush after I change into the t-shirt, but can’t find one.

When I open the door to the bedroom, it’s a little brighter. Sam had turned on the small lamp on Danny’s nightstand.

“Brush?” I ask, assuming that between the two of them there had to be one kicking around.

“Top drawer,” he offers, gesturing to his dresser as he scrolls on his phone from under the covers. I try to ignore the way his eyes peek over the top of the screen and land on my bare thighs.

I follow his direction and fish out a paddle brush from the drawer. Mindlessly, I brush through my hair and mosey back into the bathroom to drink as much water from the sink as I can before turning off the light and crawling into Danny’s bed. I reach over and click the light off, realizing that, thanks to the walk home and the bastardized nighttime routine, I’m feeling incredibly sober at this point. I thank God that I’m going to bed drunk, but wish I was fucked up enough to be able to pass out easily. I know that’s not going to be the case tonight.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” Sam finally says.

“Thanks for asking me,” I reply, stretching my legs in an attempt to get comfortable in the foreign bed.

It’s quiet. Really quiet. I can’t hear cars or people outside the window. I can’t even hear Sam shuffling in the twin bed next to mine. All I can hear is the faint ringing in my ears and the sound of my own breathing.

I don’t know what time I eventually fall asleep, but when I wake up, it's the first thing on my mind. Before I even open my eyes, I hear him say, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” It’s still dark out. I lie still for a few moments in the eerie quietness of the early morning before I can’t take it anymore.

As quietly as I can, I slip out from underneath the covers, grab my bra and top off the floor and zip my coat up over Danny’s t-shirt. It’s as I’m slipping my shoes on, that I look up to see Sam rolling over. I freeze like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar and hear the low, evenness of his breathing again, insinuating he’s fallen back asleep.

I allow myself a good ten seconds to take in the sight before me. The only light in the room is emanating from the dim salt lamp on his nightstand. God damn him for looking so soft and perfect in the low, warm, pink light. His hair delicately falls onto his cheek as though it was placed there for a photograph. His bare back rises and falls slowly as he hugs the pillow underneath him. His lips are plump as his cheek, pressed against the pillow, squishes them into a pursed kiss.

He looks so beautiful, I’m afraid that if I stand there looking at him any longer, I’ll cry. So, instead I click the door open. I think I’m in the clear until I hear him sleepily call my name. Fuck.

“Yeah?” I whisper, turning back to look at him as he squints up at me, the harsh fluorescents from the hallway tarnishing the picture painted by the warm light of the lamp.

“Where are you going?” He whispers.

“Um–” I start.

“You don't have to go,” he grumbles, sitting up.

“No, Sam it’s okay, go back to–”

“I can’t go back to sleep thinking you’re leaving because of what I said,” he confesses. He looks so gentle and genuine and docile sitting in the mess and tangle of blankets. I sigh and close the door behind me, accepting that I won’t be escaping easily tonight.

As I drop my bag back on Danny’s desk chair, Sam turns the other lamp on, illuminating the room further. I can see him more clearly now. I can see the sleep in his eyes, but there’s an urgency behind them, like his mind is far more attentive than his body is at this hour of the night.

He leans back against the wall, facing Danny’s bed, sheets covering him from the waist down. I can feel his eyes track me as I shrug my coat off, left once again in only Danny’s oversized t-shirt. I crawl into Danny’s bed and mirror his position. Facing him with the covers pulled up around my hips. It’s quiet for a moment, but the silence is saying so much.

“I thought you were just wasted,” I grin, unable to make eye contact. He breathes a laugh out of his nostrils.

“I was,” he confesses, “but…I stand by it. I’ve thought about pretty much that exact scenario quite a few times.” I can feel the blush rise to my cheeks as I pull my knees up to my chest and cross my arms over them. I rest my chin on my forearms and look directly at him, hoping that by making myself smaller, I can hide away from the very real panic bustling up my chest. “Please say something, you’re killing me, here,” he laughs uncomfortably.

“I have too,” I finally admit. His face lights up at that and I feel my heart start to pound. I imagine it keeping time with his, the beats in sync with one another.

“Yeah?” He smiles. I nod. “Cool.”

“Cool.” I echo. It’s quiet again and I can't help but notice the way he’s shifted in his bed, the blankets falling lower on his torso.

“I really want to kiss you,” he admits, boldly. “Can I kiss you?”

I nod again. “Yeah, you can kiss me.” When he doesn't move, I begin to feel dread rise in my throat before he says:

“I wanted to make a move but… you’re gonna have to come to me,” he says. “Don’t think I could, in good conscience, make out with you in Danny’s bed.” I laugh and throw the cover off of my legs, sliding off of the bed and taking the three steps over to Sam’s. He welcomes me by lifting his duvet, making room for me to join him under the covers.

“Better,” he says, once we’re side by side. His hand reaches out to cup my cheek and he shakes his head and chuckles in disbelief as he leans in to press his lips against mine.

Everyone always describes magical first kisses with someone as fireworks, but this doesn't feel explosive at all. It’s hot, yes, I’m warm all over, but I’d describe the heat more like lava. It’s slow, languid, all consuming. His hand moves from my cheek, around to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer, guiding me.

Our kiss breaks with a smacking sound. “Sam?” I murmur. He hums in reply. “What about Danny?”

“You’re thinking about Danny right now?” He pulls away to look at me, hand still in my hair. I can’t help but laugh, lips hovering over his.

“I just– I don't want to fuck things up with our friends.” I admit. “Like will things be weird when everyone’s back?”

A sly smile grows on his lips. “They already know.”

“They– how?” I ask, pulling back to see his face clearly.

“No, not about– this–” he gestures between us, “but Danny definitely knows how I feel about you.”

“Oh,” I smile. “Okay, and he wasn’t weird about it?”

“Who do you think gave me the idea to beg you to go with me tonight?” He asks. That’s all the validation I need before climbing into his lap and kissing him again. The sound that comes from the back of his throat as I straddle his hips is enough to bring me to my knees. His hands grab at my waist as mine tangle in his hair. I can’t help but smile to myself as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth. It was starting to get pathetic, the amount of times I’d dreamt of this moment with Sam.

The kiss gets heavy fast as I test the waters by ever so slightly swiveling my hips in his lap. His lips move to my neck as his hands on my waist replicate the motion by moving them himself. I can’t contain the huffs of air coming from my open mouth as he controls my hips just like he had when we were dancing at the bar.

“Oh my God, Sam,” I whisper. He responds by biting into the flesh at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

“Lay down for me?” He asks quietly. I obey, climbing off his lap and resting my head on his pillow.

“This okay?” I ask, lifting the baggy t-shirt up above my belly button, implying that I’m ready to take it off. Sam kneels above me, straddling my hips, looking down at the exposed skin and reaching out to touch.

“What if I wanna do that part?” he asks.

“You wanna take my shirt off, Sam?” I tease, returning the smile. He nods, reaching for the hem.

“Um–” I take his hand in mine, stopping his actions. “Where are your manners?” His lips part like he’s about to speak, but then shut into a sly grin.

“Well, excuse me.” He puts his hand on his chest, sinking down to sit on my thighs that are spread slightly below him. “Not very polite of me, was it?” He takes my hands in his and lifts them above my head until they’re pinned against the pillow. His lips hover centimeters from mine when he says, “May I, pretty please–”

“–with a cherry on top–”

“–with a cherry on top, see your beautiful body?”

“‘Course you can.” I smile, pursing my lips out to reach his. He kisses me back with fervor, hands trailing down my arms and down to my sides, sliding under my shirt. His hands are warm and calloused, but not rough like I’d expect a musician’s to be. He keeps kissing me as his hands explore my torso, finally cupping my breasts. I break the kiss with a gasp as he kneads them roughly, lips moving back to my neck. I hum out my satisfaction as he contrasts the firm grasp he has on me with gentle, wet, sucking kisses to my neck.

His hands begin their path south as do his lips. I arch my back to accommodate him pulling the t-shirt over my head to toss onto the floor.

“Perfect,” he mumbles, looking me over and leaning back down to press kisses to my sternum and down to my belly button. The fingers of his left hand move to hook into the waistband of my underwear and I feel panic rise up in me.

“Wait, wait,” I gasp, grabbing his hand. Sam pulls away to look at me, eyebrows furrowed with concern. “I just… I’ve never…”

“Oh, shit I’m sorry,” he tries to understand. “Oh, that’s okay, we don’t have to–” He sits up immediately, wiping the spit from his chin and running a hand through his hair.

“No, no, I’m not, like– I’m not a virgin, I just,” I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for the words that are about to come out of my mouth. “No one’s ever–”

“No one’s ever gone down on you before?” He asks. I shake my head. “Ever?” He clarifies.

“I mean I guess I don’t blame my boyfriend in highschool and the guy I was seeing last year just said he wasn’t into it,” I shrug.

“But he probably expected you to blow him, right?” Sam asks, leaning back in toward me, his elbow resting on the bed between my hip and the wall.

“Yeah, I guess. We didn’t date for that long, though, and–”

Sam interrupts me with a call of my name and then proceeds, “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do, but,” his eyes wander up and down my body and his hand sneaks below the fabric of my shirt, toying with the elastic of my underwear. “I really want to go down on you.” I feel the heat in my cheeks and I know I must be bright red.

“You want to?” I question, finding it hard to believe. “I thought guys just put up with doing it. Like it was a chore or something.” The smirk that slowly rises to Sam’s lips will be permanently etched into the fabric of my mind.

Sam clicks his tongue disappointedly, sitting up to hover over me once again. “You were wasted on such selfish lovers,” he says, lowering his body down on top of mine and kissing the skin just above my breast, his lips trail higher and higher, sucking a line of kisses up to my ear before whispering, “can I show you?” he asks, “can I show you how good it can be? For both of us?”

“Okay.” I breathe, tilting my hips up to grind against his, showing him how much I want just that. He groans into my neck as he grinds his hips down to meet mine. I can feel how hard he is and it makes me dizzy with desire. “Okay I want you to.”

“Promise me,” he confirms.

“I promise,” I nearly laugh. “Believe me, I want you to.”

“Okay,” he whispers, kissing my cheek. “Thank you,” another kiss to my jaw, “thank you,” kiss, “thank you,” kiss, until he’s pressing the most gentle pecks to the skin above my belly button. He looks up at me beneath his eyelashes and I can’t quite see him over the swell of my breasts, so I shift up onto my elbows, gaining confidence.

“You look good between my legs, Kiszka,” I smirk as he, once again, hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulls them down my thighs. Gently, he spreads my knees apart and gets down on his stomach between them. The confidence I had built from Sam practically begging to eat me out shrivels and dies the second he’s face to face with the most intimate part of me, but once again dissipates as he presses kisses to the insides of my thighs and pubic bone.

“You look pretty good from this angle, too.” He says before finally licking one slow stripe up my center. He closes his eyes and I thank God because I’m sure the way I’m practically drooling and sweating watching him do this is the farthest from sexy I could get. Slowly and methodically, he licks up and down my center, getting me used to the feeling of his tongue on the sensitive skin.

Just when I’ve started to collect my breath, he flattens his tongue and adds more pressure to his licks, flicking his tongue up at the end as he reaches my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” my hips jump away from the mattress at the feeling of the tip of his tongue teasing me. His right hand moves from where it was at my side to flatten over the skin below my belly button, attempting to hold me still against the bed.

He surprises me by alternating licks with gentle sucking my clit between his lips. I squirm underneath him, releasing my elbows from underneath me, no longer strong enough to hold myself up when I feel his finger slip between my folds.

His lips and tongue focus on drawing firm, wet circles around my clit as his finger slowly slides into me.

“I need you, Sam,” I moan with my face turned to the side, voice muffled into the pillow. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Gonna make you cum first, gorgeous,” he says, “can you do that for me?’ I nod. “Tell me,” he pleads, “tell me you’ll cum for me.”

“I will,” I promise as he adds another finger.

“You will what?” he taunts.

“I’ll cum, I’ll cum,” I huff as his fingers pick up speed.

“Cum for who?” He continues his interrogation.

As I’m about to answer, he curls his fingers upward inside me, causing me to gasp and yell, “you! Fuck, I’m gonna cum for you.”

“Alright, alright, no need to shout,” he grins, using his lips to return to the work he’d started on my clit.

“Fuck you,” I groan with absolutely no malice, gripping the sheets in my hands as he licks and sucks at me.

I know he can tell I’m close by the way he keeps his pace with his fingers and tongue and I cum around his fingers moments later.

“Thank you,” I breathe as he kisses my thighs while I come down. “Come here,” I reach out for him. He crawls up beside me and kisses my cheek. I turn my face to the side and catch his lips in a kiss. I move to sit up and he makes room for me to press him back against the foot of the bed, straddling his hips.

“I don’t think we’re very fairly matched here,” I say looking down at the layer of fabric between us.

“Allow me,” he says, reaching down to pull his boxer briefs off.

“Ah, ah, ah–” I stop him. “What if I wanna do that part?” I parrot his sentiment from earlier. He crosses his arms behind his head, fully relaxing into the mess of sheets and pillows underneath him.

“By all means,” he smiles up at me. I lean down to kiss his lips as my hands palm the hard bulge between his legs. He moans into my mouth as I squeeze and pump his cock over his underwear before sliding them down his legs.

My lips press against his cheek, down his neck and back up to his ear. “Are you gonna fuck me, Sam?” I ask, hand reaching back down to palm at his now bare cock.

“Jesus,” he sighs as I lick the shell of his ear, gaining momentum with my strokes.

“Hmm?” I press.

“Yeah,” he says, “yeah I’m gonna fuck you.” I hum approval in his ear as I line myself up over him.

“Gonna let me ride you?” I ask, teasing the tip against my center.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “you think you’re ready to go again? Not too sensitive?” he asks, reaching down to brush his finger over my clit.

“Fuck you,” I flinch at his touch, breath huffing out of me in a laugh. He leans up to kiss me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth and his hand into my hair as I lower down onto him. I stay still for a moment, adjusting to the size of him before lifting up and back down experimentally.

“Yeah, that’s so good,” he praises. I find a rhythm, bouncing up and down, feeling him slide almost all the way out before going back in again. I brace myself with my hands flat on his chest as he holds my ass in his hands and pumps up into me harder and faster.

“Oh my God, Sam,” I huff, trying to catch my breath as he hits my g-spot over and over. I reach down between us to circle my clit, chasing the orgasm I can feel building again. When Sam notices, he sits up, causing me to fall onto my back on the bed as he repositions himself and before I have time to think, he’s moving behind me so that we’re both on our sides.

“C’mere,” he says, taking my knee and lifting it under his forearm, spreading me open once again. “Can you hold your leg open for me?” he asks, pressing kisses to my neck as he repositions himself at my entrance. I agree, taking my leg, as he did, hooking in the crook of my arm. “Perfect, you’re doing so good. You’re perfect.”

I rest my head down on the pillow as he slips back inside of me, finding that same rhythm, but this time, snaking his hand down under my arm to touch me. I feel his lips at my ear as he rocks his hips against me, dragging his cock in and out and this new angle feels even better. I know I’m not far from another orgasm, and that’s confirmed when Sam’s fingers trace down my stomach and start to circle my clit.

Our breaths become more and more ragged and desperate as we climb toward release together.

“I’m gonna cum again, Sam.” I whine, clenching around him and before I know it, that warm, tingly euphoric feeling is washing over me. Sam moans and curses, face buried into my hair as he pulls out and finishes in his hand.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and it’s quiet for a few moments before he brushes my hair to out of my face and presses soft kisses to the back of my neck.

“I don’t think I have the energy to change these sheets,” I admit.

“Oh absolutely not,” he agrees.

“Don’t tell Danny?” I suggest, motioning to Danny’s bed, implying that it’s a more suitable option for us tonight.

“Don’t tell Danny.” Sam laughs in agreement.

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the fall of blood, chp. 3

⋆౨ৎ˚ summary: A girl wakes up in the middle of a wintery forest, drenched in blood. Unsure if it's her own. With a raging fog sitting upon her mind, unable to recall her own name nor what has gotten her into this position. The world will slowly unravel in front of her eyes as she will take on an adventurous journey with someone who hasn't yet captured her trust. An invisible force pushes her into the path forged by her destiny as she goes off to conquer her own mind.

⋆౨ৎ˚ genre/tags. strangers to friends into lovers (sort of), slow-burn, mutual pining, annoyance to yearning, fantasy world divided into two territories, world full of magical creatures and enchantments, humans, elves, orgs, mystery, lots of bickering, hidden powers, amnesia

⋆౨ৎ˚ warnings. mentions of violence and misogyny, mature themes, blood, gore, mental health issues, side effects of amnesia, discrimination, name calling

⋆౨ৎ˚ chapter. 3/x

⋆౨ৎ˚ words. 4,2k

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I stand in front of the gates of the city which I assumed would be bigger, it seems more like a larger village. It took me couple of hours to make it here. It's getting dark, the sun has already hidden behind the horizon. A chill runs along my spine as I take a peak at the gates again. On top of the gate, there are two signs. One which is the name of the city: Hearth, the second one reads "HUMANS BEWARE". It's written in a crimson colour, possibly blood. I take a deep breath and grip the hood of my under-layer, covering my shamefully rounded ears.

I might not have any idea how this world functions, however, I know better so I will simply stroll through the city and go on into the woods. I will be better off. The words of the elven boy ring throughout my mind, perhaps I should have listened. Regret bites and chews on my insides, despite that I take my first step into the town, because I cannot take any of it back and mold it to my liking. I pull my hood further over my head, making sure my ears are safely hidden beneath it. The path in the city is clear of snow due to the amount of people walking past it. So instead of snow, I sense slippery mud as I hurriedly rush through the city. Otherwise, the smaller town seems quite peaceful with its ivy covered rooftops of the cottages, half wooden half stone walls and large entrances embroidering the buildings. Hearth has a pleasant atmosphere. Regardless of the danger.

I keep myself low, I am not brave enough to glance over the place properly. It begins to snow just as I make my way to the small centre of the town where there are couple of elves passing by, I could recognise their pointed ears from a mile now. I am swallowed by fear that if I make one mistake, I could end up dead. And this fear only skyrockets when my eyes take notice of a huge figure. An org. There are orgs in this town. He could squash me with one swift movement of his large hands. The snowflakes tangle in the strings of my hair which stick out of my hood. I cling to my leather armour. An attempt to calm my nerves.

"You there," I hear deep voice call out, I am not sure if I should bolt or play along. If I would take off, it would portray me as a threat, a possible enemy. In the end, I chose to stop in my tracks and carefully tilt my body towards the echo of the voice. My eyes are barely visible due to the cloak which means my vision isn't the greatest either, regardless of that, I could tell the deep voice belongs to an org. His skin is ivory tinted, covered by plates of leather and boar skin. I let my hood ride up a little, allowing me to take more of his frame. As soon as my orbs fall onto his face I take notice of his humongous teeth which poke out of his jaw. I slowly swallow a dry lump in my throat "care for a little treat?"

"I got no coins, sir," I respond softly, not wanting to give him any reason to be suspicious of me.

"No problem, little one, pretty elves like yourself get a free one," he points to the the building behind him which I assume is a tavern since I could hear chatter, even laughter, coming out of it. I stare at him in disbelief, utterly helpless to respond. He steps closer, his huge figure hovering over my noticeably smaller frame. For a moment I could feel his warm breath caress my face. It sends goosebumps all over my body.

"If you insist, sir," I overcome my fear and do not let the disgust caused by his words and close proximity bubble to the surface. Every cell of my being screams at me to run, to disappear out of this town forever, however, I am too far gone to do that so I let the org open the door of the tavern for me.

"Sure do, pretty one," I hear him say as I pass the entrance and step inside, I acknowledge his words by a simple nod. The corners of my lips immediately twitch in horrification as I step in. The tavern is magical, overflowing with elves and faeries along with the orgs who serve those in the tavern as sort of bodyguards, knights even. The interior is wooded, walls covered with tapestries and hand painted canvases. Plenty of candles crown the place with pleasant, warm atmosphere. The tables which the folk sit at are decorated with different kinds of fur skins. It could take any mortal's breath away due to the overwhelming magic, yet that magic is utterly useless when all I could focus on were the chained humans carrying trays of food and drinks. All of them in thin gowns, barely covering past their knees.

"What are ya gaping at?" a raspy voice makes itself known when I stand frozen for longer than intended. I tilt my head in the direction where the voice came from. It belongs to an ethereally looking fairy with wings of a smaller size, still beautiful though, they are vivid and reflect each colour surrounding it. Her raven hair is soaking wet, so is her thin gown, and as I inspect her further, I notice the sharp pair of teeth hidden behind her thin blueish lips. She appears sickly, yet there is something alluring about her. Something that could drive mortals like me mad. I mutter a quick apology and depart from the entrance of the tavern before I get too mesmerised. Passing the human slaves as I take a seat at an empty table.

"Good day, madam, what will it be for you today?" I am taken by a surprise when one of the human servants approaches me and I am at loss for words. My eyes soften in empathy, this is not how it should be. I take a deep breath before responding, cooling myself down. I explain the situation which occurred outside, I don't forget to mention I have no coins on me. The girl scribbles a note down onto the paper in her hands as if this situation happens often. I mean, why wouldn't it, right?

"I understand, will be here shortly," the human girl says as she bows and departs towards the bar. Relief washes over me despite my surroundings, at least no one has taken a particular interest in my presence, expect for the org which has now made it inside and is heading towards the table I am currently seated at. I curse quietly under my breath. I stupidly thought he would leave it at that. When he finally makes it, he settles himself down opposite me, barely fitting in the space between the table and the cushions of the seating.

"Why don't you take off your hood, beautiful?" I lift my orbs from the table to meet his. His words suggest the org is being nice, however, his expression tells me otherwise. The corners of my eyes twitch in unfamiliar uneasiness.

"I don't think it's necessary to-" "Take it off or I will," I am almost instantly interrupted by the force of his now dull voice, my whole being freezes in fright. I imagine every possible outcome of this situation and my stomach turns at each image. I hesitantly raise my arms in the air and grip at the hem of my hood. I prepare myself for the worst as I slide it down and reveal my ears.

"What's a beauty like you doing in this shit hole?" he asks after examining every inch of my features, his voice is not tinted with any kind of suspicion or threat anymore. I am stunned, trying to not let it show.

Does he not realise my place is the same rank as the servant girl, or is he playing a game?

"Just passing by," I slightly shrug as my heart thunders in my chest, I dry my sweaty palms into the fabric of my trousers. He crosses his huge arms across his chest before nodding along, he hums and then clumsily crawls out of the barely fitting seat. Your drink will be here shortly, he mentions before disappearing back into the snowy scenery of the outside world. And only then I relax, feeling how good it is to be warm and not surrounded by the deadly frost which is the only thing I have seen and felt for days.

I move my hand upward to put a string of my hair behind my ear and as the pillows of my fingertips brush against the shell of my ear, it hits me. The elven boy from the woods must have enchanted me, because my ears are not rounded. Instead they are sharply pointed upwards.

That is why I haven't been killed or abducted yet. I need go get out of this place, the spell could be temporary.

I abruptly stand up and without realising, knock the human servant to the floor, the tray in her hand flying into the air. The sound of glass breaking follows soon after. The chatter dies down and every single pair of eyes lands on me as the girl lies on the floor with fear stitched in her eyes. Panic rushes through me, my instincts telling me to run and not look back, but I can't leave the girl to take the blame. I crouch down and offer her my hand as a gesture of help. Her wild eyes watch me with a similar kind of panic.

To her, I am not a human girl enveloped in the same fear. For her I belong to those who have hurt her and made her stuck to this godforsaken place. I remind myself.

To my surprise she accepts my hand, with that I hear the whispers creeping through the creatures around like a plague. One loud bang and the door of the tavern swings open, the ivory coloured org rushing towards us. I expect him to launch at me, but I am terribly wrong. He grabs the girl mercilessly by the throat with one of his hands without a sweat. Her tiny hands grip onto his ivory skin, convincing him to release her. She immediately gasps for air, her legs dangling and swinging in the air as he deprives her of air even further.

"You think I feed ya to destroy this place?" he spits out into her face with a disgusted look, she opens her mouth to speak, however, she is left mute due to her lungs emptying of air. Her pleading eyes land on me. I could blame it on her, save myself. But I don't.

"Sir, you got it all wrong," I haltingly place my palm on his arm, his head tilts to me a second later "I am the one who accidentally caused her to fall, it's my fault entirely," he arches his eyebrows at me and lets out a mocking chuckle. He probably thinks I am insane.

"You siding with these beasts?" he suggests and the magical creatures scattered across the tavern join in on him. Shouting insults my way for defending this poor girl, regardless of them seeing the whole thing play out. I stand my ground with a firm expression, unsure how to respond. I shoot the servant an apologetic glance as this is all due to my mistake.

"No, I was simply stating how it happened," I utter out, my voice cracking at the end. The org doesn't answer me and turns his attention back to the human he has been strangling. Her face is fuelled with agony as it begins to turn blue, veins popping out as the lack of air is starting to be life threatening for her.

"Should've paid more attention," he grits through his teeth and with one swift movement snaps the neck of the girl. Her lifeless body crumbles to the floor with a loud thud. The silence which was nestled upon this room livens up, the conversation continues to flow in the same banter as before while the terrorised expression of the dead girl stares blankly back at me.

"And about you elven girl, I am feeling quite generous," his whole body turns to me with a smug grin as he looks me up and down, again "you are going to work here to pay it off," I am utterly unable to bring myself to react as the heaviness of death drags me down. I gulp down the remains from my stomach which were almost let loose to come back to the surface.

"Until I deem your debt collected," with these words I blink couple of times to bring myself to reality. If I had known she would end up dead anyway, I would have kept my mouth shut to spare myself from this unnecessary trouble. How unfair it is that I get to live and she died. All because of me. The guilt is quick to catch up to me.

"Hey, are ya listening, little one?" he nudges me with his large hand, pushing me to the side. All I can bring myself to do is nod my head.

"Good, you will start tomorrow early in the morning," the org says in approval and we begin to depart from the centre of the tavern. I look at the girl crestfallen for the last time, failing miserably at saving her. As we walk, I listen carefully to what he has to say, but somehow the words sound like an ancient tongue I can't depict. We walk along a long dimmed hallway which has multiple door to it. I suppose the tavern serves as an inn as well. At first, the interior is nice fitted. Made of stone and fine wood. However, the further we go, the rougher and uglier it gets. When the only thing illuminating the place are candles, that's where my worries start to settle. Amid the chaos I still give my best to remember the way out of here, mapping it out in my head. What brings me to pay attention to the org is when we stop in front of another door. He pulls out a set of keys, he fiddles with them to find the one that fits the lock.

"You're gonna sleep here with the peasants," he remarks and relief washes over me, because I assume he means humans. He mentions something about picking me up in the morning and showing me the way things work in the tavern. Then he pushes me through the door and I am met with the stares of many starved looking humans. My orbs glide over the room which looks more like a cellar with the air being so wet it could cause mold easily. I suppose it does.

All of the humans are dressed the same. In the thin gown that barely reaches past their knees, they must be shivering with cold. My heart aches at the sight of women clinging their children to their chest at my arrival. I am not brave enough to speak out aloud, I don't have the right, but as soon as I notice yet another door on the other side of the poor room, I stroll to it.

I breathe out when I figure out I am right and it truly is a bathroom. I shut the door with force and collapse to the ground, my arms hugging the shape of the toilet seat as my stomach empties its remain straight out. The imagine of the lifeless body lying on the floor haunts me and millions of what if's shoot spiralling into brain. I feel hot, wet drops of streaming tears running down my cheeks. After I finish throwing up due to the disgustingly haunting imagine I got to see, I am left sniffling away my tears. I collect myself together after what feels like forever and scoot my body over to the sink. I lift my gaze and I am stunned to see a reflection of a stranger staring right back at me. The one thing that stands out are the ears which are still very much pointed. For now.

My features are ordinary. Unlike the eleven boy I met in the woods. What was his name again? Ayen, was it? I should've have listened to the stranger, shouldn't have been so stubborn. I navigate my thoughts back to the imagine of a woman in the mirror. The colour of my hair is a lighter shade of brown, quite similar to the one my eyes are coloured with as well. My features aren't exactly sharp, they more of a soft contour. I prop my head in all angles so I could get a picture of my face sewn into my memory. Something I have to get used to.

I have no idea of how much time I have spent in the bathroom, but it must have been more than I suspected, because by the time I come out, most of the servants are curled up together in one corner of the room in uncomfortable looking positions. They are pressed together to keep their body heat high in this chill room. I seat myself in the opposite corner, not wanting to disturb their peace. I had already done enough. I reach for my small bag resting at my hip to use it as a pillow. My bag. It's not here. The org must have took it when I wasn't paying attention. I breathe out in complete defeat. The small knife is also in the bag. I am unable to defend myself once the enchantment wares off. I hide my face into my palms due to frustration and for a split second I think I might cry my eyes out. Instead of that I curl my tired body into a similar position of those in the room. My face is facing the wall, my back turned to the others. Unafraid amongst my people. The heaviness of my eyelids causes me to relax as they begin to close. Silence hangs in the dead of the night, the only thing which could be heard were the soft breathes of the people in the other corner.

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I am awaken in the middle of the night, I gasp for air the second my eyes fly open. My chest shakily moves up and down as an aftermath of nightmares. The reason why it has been so hard for me to rest. Couple of hours ago I fell asleep due to exhaustion, I wasn't even properly thinking which is why there weren't any troubles lying down to rest. Yet, the same cannot be said now. I lazily sit up and rest my back against the extremely cold wall, it jolts me up throughout my spine. Causing me to feel more awake.

"Can't sleep?" a soft feminine voice calls out of the dark, it takes me by a surprise so my head turns into the direction where it came from. A figure rises from the shadows. It's a girl. With short ginger hair and that much I can tell due to the dark. There is only one small window resting nearly on the ceiling. It's so high nobody can reach it without the help of someone else. Because of that, there is not much light. Not even moonlight can peak into this level of darkness.

"Not exactly, I keep having nightmares, you?" I respond in a similar tone with a touch of firmness which wasn't intended. The girl doesn't hesitate nor flinch as she sits not so far away from me.

Is she not afraid, or did she not see my pointed ears?

"I have the same problem," she whispers back carefully to not wake anyone "if you don't mind me asking, what did an elf do to end up here?" she asks with a broken smile, probably broken by endless days spent in this rabbit hole.

"It's a long story. Let's just say I was at the wrong place at the right time," I don't think too long before whispering back with the same ease. Seeing her up this close gives me a better perspective of what she looks like. Besides her flame like coloured hair, there are two piercing emerald orbs staring right back me with a gentle outline.

"What brought you here?" I add out of curiosity, after speaking the words out, I realise how rude she might interpret it, but before I can specify, she answers without a hitch of opposition.

"The war. When it started, my family and I tried to run away, but we got caught and ended up here," she exhales as if it's something casual and the questions within me rise. Her confession feels like a piece of a missing puzzle. War? That's what the boy from the woods must have meant by telling me I am in a dangerous territory.

"The war, right," I nod in understanding when in reality there isn't a piece of information I have received and fully understood. I reflect on how many things there are that I have no clue of. It urges me to scream in desperation.

"I am Amara, by the way," she beams with a smile yet again as the words dance in the air, her fingers playing with the strings of her orange hair.

My name. What is my name? I have been so preoccupied with everything surrounding me that I haven't had a second to wonder about my name.

"I-" I open my mouth in an attempt that it might come crushing down to me, I am left speechless instead "I am Sage, nice to meet you," my mouth speaks the first word which reaches the surface up from the depths of my cursed mind. It tastes wrong and bitter on the tip of my tongue. It will have to do for now.

"Sage? That's an unusual name for an elf," her words aren't meant to cause harm, however, they do in a way. She truly thinks I am an elf. Everyone around me does. This poor girl kissed by the sun whose life has been destroyed by the war, by the ones she presumes I belong to and she is still showing kindness to me despite all that she went through.

"You see, it's part of the long story," I chuckle and throw my head back against the wall, scanning the dark ceiling. I hear Amara hum in a response, clearly gathering that is all she will find out. Honestly, it is not trust which I lack to come out with the truth, it's more how ridiculous it would sound to her ears. Waking up in the middle of the forest, pondering how you got there in the first place, why you didn't bleed out or froze to death. And most importantly questioning who even are you. Meeting a strange elven boy in the forest who enchanted me without exactly telling me. The only reason why I am still alive. Doesn't it sound a tad too much blown out of proportion?

Silence is heavy in the air, but it doesn't last long. Amara speaks softly and quietly to me about how working in the tavern looks like. What kind of creatures visit regularly and what simply stops by unexpectedly. She mentions couple of stories which have happened to her during her three year stay here. Some are pleasant, some less pleasant. Eventually, she describes how the creatures torment those in this room. The orgs are never the worst, it's those shimmering with enchantments. Tricking and nastily playing with the feelings and strings of heart belonging to mere humans. She names the ones who have been lost to those charades. And also points out few of their names, stories, lives before the war began. She confesses that she speaks those names out loud worrying she might forget them one day.

It makes my heart ache in a foreign way. We continue to chat for who knows how long.

"You will make it out here one day, Amara," I whisper with fondness after another set of comfortable silence sets.

"I won't. Neither will you," her words take me by a surprise, causing my features to fall into a shocked expression, regardless of the soft tone of her voice.

"Wait, why do you mean, won't?" I say lightly with the hint of a snicker, as if something was funny.

"The org is cunning, he makes you think you're here temporarily, but it stretches into eternity," she sounds as if she is hundred percent convinced about it, which is most definitely a result of being locked up here for too long. Amara must have lost her hope a long time ago. I don't blame her, nonetheless I need to leave this place. The sooner the better.

"No, I need to get out of here. I will, and you will with me," as I mumble out the words, I offer her a soft smile for the first time since we struck up a conversation.

"You know, perhaps you could grow to like here a little. It isn't so bad, at least after you get used to it," she responds kindly, totally ignoring my attempts to reassure her. To fill her heart with hope once more. We don't speak any further after that and I don't sleep either. Unlike me, Amara falls asleep minutes after our friendly encounter, gaining strength for the upcoming day.

During the rest of the night, I plan my way out.

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