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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 year

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Summary; Javier Peña x Fe!Reader -> You meet Peña at a coffee shop but after time passes, he finds out your secret.

Disclaimer: fluff, angst, mentions of guns, mentions of death, illusions to smut, swearing (I think, I haven't proof read this - probably spelling mistakes), spanish is in italics.

You had met Javi one late night in the coffee shop. You were getting the place cleaned up for the morning. Isabella, a regular customer, was sat in the corner with her nose burried deep in her research. The old man who’d you come to know as Pops - a name he told everyone to call him by - was finishing his book closer to the counter. It had been a promise he made to his wife. To read a little, at least, while she was gone. That way they’d have something else to talk about when they met again. Jośe, the young boy who’d run through the door every couple of hours in need of a coffee for his mama and a small cookie for himself, had just left, rushing out of the door going ten miles an hour.

“Good book, pops?” You asked and he looked up and smiled.

“Excellent.”

“Good.” You smiled.

Just as you placed the empty cups from different tables by the counter, the bell above the door rang out. “You open?”

You looked over your shoulder. “Yeah. For a couple minutes.”

“Great.”

He rushed over, you moving the dirty cups from the counter.

“What can I get for you?” You asked in English.

“Coffee. Decaf.”

“Coming up.”

Then it hit him. “How’d you know I was American?”

“What?” You looked to him as you changed the filter. “Oh, uh, just a guess.”

He nodded and looked around, suddenly being met with Pops.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sweet.”

You smiled and waved to Pops. “Have a good night.”

“Night.”

“Nice Spanish.”

You smiled. “Thanks. I’ve lived here long enough, I should know.”

“I’m Javier, by the way.”

You smiled back and gave him your name which he repeated. It sounded nice.

“So, how long have you lived in Columbia?”

“A couple years. Yourself?”

“Same.”

The conversation ended soon enough when his coffee was paid for - he had something important to get back to.

But the next night, you were closing up again and he came in. In fact, for the following weeks, he came in around the same time every night; just before closing.

He started conversations with Pops who would tell Javier the meaning behind all his books. He actually started taking a couple of night classes at the local college. His wife always told him he needed to socialise more.

She was a people person.

And Javier would sit there and listen. Pops, clearly, was a man who demanded respect with a single look. Something, over the weeks, you realised Peña had, too.

During the week, you had heard rumours about Javier. About his job.

But it was never something you asked him about. You knew more than to ask an American in Columbia if he was working for the government.

But still, he’d come in every day and order a cup of coffee and smoke his cigarette. You’d both talk and eventually, it got to the point where he’d walk you home.

It wasn’t far; maybe a couple of blocks.

You’d tell him why you came to Columbia - your sister. She travelled after college and invited you to join her. But something made you stay.

He ask where you learnt Spanish. You’d tell him school, mostly, but the practice came in while you worked in the coffee shop.

Some days, he’d come in during the day and just talk to you. He’d order a coffee here and there but it mostly remained untouched which wasn’t like him.

Steve had asked questions at work about who Javi was going seeing every day - at first he expected it was to see one of his ‘informants’ but after he began to smell less perfume and more coffee around Peña, it raises his suspicions.

Peña would give a vague answer but when Steve told Connie, she knew instantly.

It wasn’t that a woman’s intuition was lost of Peña, it was just something about Connie that scared him. She seemed to know what he was thinking about whenever she looked at him.

Little did he know, she’d seen him a couple times walk into the same coffee shop and leave with a smile on his face. One Connie nor Steve ever saw on the man’s face.

But surpringly, it took him a while to ask you on a date.

Javier wasn’t one for dating. After all, his job didn’t exactly allow it - especially in Columbia - but Connie (and Pops) thought he would have at least done it sooner. After all, the man came in every day for weeks just to simply spend time with you. He’d walk you home and always made sure you were safe. And god help any man that approached the counter and started flirting with you.

It was like Javier had a radar for those who were flirting with you because each time, not two seconds later, Javier would stroll into the shop and make his way to the counter. Most times, it was like you had a radar for him, too. His coffee would be ready for him to pick up and if the guy wasn’t scared away by the look Peña gave them, he’d order a couple more cups for Steve and Connie (she’d usually come by in the afternoons to check in on him when she had the day off). He’d stay until the guy left and most people who looked away from their books noticed.

And maybe, in truth, you had noticed a little, too. Most guys tended to scarper when Javi walked in. A few of them would even apologise to him and you for thinking differently.

Eventually, when he asked you on a date, you said yes.

He was so nervous. Imagine; Javier Peña, nervous around a woman. Even the heavens wouldn’t believe it.

But he was.

He’d asked after he dropped you off at your apartment. His palms were sweating, his mind was racing, and you were right in front of him.

But the moment you smiled, his nerves eased.

You smiled at him, nodded and said; “I’d love to.”

He smiled back, a little more confident, and before you opened your door, you kissed his cheek.

“Goodnight, Javi.”

“Night, hermosa.”

As you closed your door, leaning against it, you smiled but you knew.

You were in deep trouble.

It didn’t take too long before you were both…intimate with one another. Four dates, in fact. It was longer than either of you had presumed but it kinda made sense. Mostly, the dates went as follows:

You’d both ask questions which the other would answer, just simply wanting to know more. Then, you’d take turns picking the restaurant or bar. Next, you’d both head back to the coffee shop - the temp waitress had a family to get back to in the late nights - where you’d wrap your apron around your waist and serve the last couple cups of coffee to the night owls. Finally, Javi would either walk or drive you home (usually walk since he could hold your hand or wrap an arm around your waist) and finally would kiss you goodnight.

It felt different.

You’d gone on dates before but…they didn’t feel like this. Like…it was the first time but it was also the millionth.

It felt…natural.

Homely.

A couple more weeks passed and you’d see Javier at least once a day. He always pop into the cafe to either kiss you good morning (when you hadn’t spent the night together - which was a rareity) or to kiss you goodnight which, you weren’t ashamed to admit would always turn into something more.

One morning, as Javi lay back in bed, the cover draped over his lower half, he watched as you got dressed by the end of the bed.

But that was when he noticed them.

How he hadn’t before shocked him. It was like he studied every inch of you - and not only in the night but that morning too - and yet, how did they slip by him.

“Hermosa?”

You smiled at the nickname before turning to look at him over you shoulder. You just wished you both had the day off.

“The marks…”

It took you a moment to realise what he was talking about. But then it hit you.

A memory you wished to forget.

“They’re just from…” you contemplated telling him.

He’d understand, right? He never confirmed it fully but you knew he worked as DEA. He’d understand carry a couple extra physical scars from a job, right?

“They’re nothing, Javi.”

You heard him shuffle around before you finally felt his hand on your back, tracing them before placing a soft kiss onto a couple, brushing your hair from your shoulders.

You felt yourself melt into him, his other hand now reaching around your stomach to capture the other side of your waist.

Slowly, you both lay back but then you remembered.

You had a job.

Unfortunately.

Javi groaned. He had one, too.

You pressed a few kisses to his lips before he moved from on top of you and headed for the bathroom, him leaving you resting on your forearms with a huge blush across your cheeks.

God, you were falling.

Hard.

It would be a while longer until Javier would find out the truth behind those scars; Find out the story that came with them and you.

And it wasn’t in any way either of you thought it would happen.

4 months later…

The sun was still burning hot over Columbia. Thankfully, however, the humidity was becoming less close and claustrophobic.

Yourself and Javi had been going pretty strong. You had met Steve and Connie - albeit a little surprisingly.

One of your waitresses had cut their hand whilst cutting up some of the breads for lunch later that day. Connie had been passing on the street with Olivia when one of the customers ran out asking for a nurse or doctor.

Connie came rushing inside.

After asking for your first aid kit and a space away from the customers, she handed you Olivia who you stood with in the kitchen as Connie cleaned out the wound and did what was necessary.

“You’re lucky. It doesn’t need stitches. Just keep it wrapped and clean.”

Your waitress, Elena, looked to you confused. You translated in Spanish and she nodded before thanking Connie.

You gave Elena the rest of the day and offered Connie a cup of coffee and some food on the house. She thanked you before sitting down at one of the tables and placing Olivia on her lap.

Yet, by the time you finished up, Javi had come strolling in and was a little shocked to find Connie sat inside.

And, as suspected, Connie was shocked to find Javi there, too. But then it began to make sense.

The smell off the coffee shop - it was Javi.

It was you.

Later that night, after Connie had insisted, you sat down and had a double date with Connie and Steve at a local place.

Steve was glad Peña had finally found someone. As much as he himself had enjoyed the single life, there was just something about being married. About having someone to go to when things got too tough.

And, this was something, if Steve ever said it out loud, Jacier would have to agree with.

Sometimes it was like you were the only thing keeping him breathing. Keeping his mind awake when all it wanted to do was drown in the crime and the cases he delt with on a daily basis.

The last six months, from the moment of meeting, it had felt like bliss.

But sometimes it felt like Javi was waiting for the other shoe to drop. And, although you never voiced it, you did, too.

And finally, late one night in the coffee shop, it did.

Javi had worked later than he’d wished to have done. His paperwork had kept him back, making seven typing errors in one sentence.

Most of the time, he wouldn’t bother. But with Messina…everything had to be up to code.

And legible.

But as he walked up the street, he found flashing lights outside your coffee shop, a waitress sat by the ambulance getting patched up and no sign of you.

His heart dropped.

“Peña?”

One of the cops recognised him. “I wasn’t aware we’d called the DEA.”

“You…what happened?”

“Oh, uh, robbery. Or, attempted. Two shooters. One deceased.”

“And the other?”

“Hospital.”

“How?”

“The owner faught. One of them came from the back and sneaked up on her. She said she was fine and needs to go home. We’re gonna bring her in for questioning tomorrow.”

Peña nodded, trying his best to keep a clear mind. So you was okay? Why hadn’t you called him?

As quickly as he could, he ran to his car and sped down the roads towards your apartment. But the closer he seemed to get, the more he began to panic.

You had faught?

It wasn’t that he was surprised but…no, he was surprised. Most people when met with two armed gun men didn’t exactly fight against them. Especially when the only other person in the shop had been knocked clean out and now had a severe concussion.

But you had faught. You had, what? Killed one gun man and injured the other?

This seemed more than just a robbery, to Peña. He didn’t exactly know why. Maybe it was the fact that the toll hadn’t even been touched. Maybe it was the fact that they’d knocked out one of the waitresses. Maybe it was the gun they had been using - Peña saw them as they got taken in for evidence.

This couldn’t have just been a robbery.

Peña didn’t bother knocking. He knew where you kept the spear key and he knew the code.

He shouted your name as he entered, shutting the door behind him. “Honey?!”

Javier had to double back as he passed the enterence to you living room. There you were, sat on the sofa, blood splattered across your body, hair, arms and clothes. You had a first aid kit open in front of you. Javier could see the bloody gauzes in a pile in the table.

“I’m fine-“

He rushed in, pulling you up and hugging you. God, he thought you might have been dead. That the cop had got it wrong and he’d decided to just hear what he wanted to.

But he didn’t.

You were here.

You were alive.

Are.

“Cariño,” Javi’s voice was soft as he took you in. Any anger he had right now could be saved for later. All that mattered was that you was alive.

You pulled back from him to sit back down. You needed to clean the wound.

One of the gun men had got you. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad and since it was night, you got away with telling the cop the stain on your uniform was from the kitchens.

Peña pushed the first aid beside him as he sat on your coffee table, you knees interlocked with his.

“It doesn’t hurt?” He asked you after a couple of minutes. He was shocked. Most men he’d met would be at least grunting in pain by now.

You shook your head.

Something changed in Javi. His back became straighter, his gaze more focused.

“Those scars. How did you get them?”

“Javi.”

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“They’re nothing-“

“Bullshit.”

You stared him down. He wouldn’t budge.

“How did you fight? Those men. One is dead and the other will probably do so in hospital. What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Y/N.”

You bursted. You tried your best to look away as Javi questioned you but when he said your name…

“I was a cop, alright!” You hadn’t meant for it to sound so loud.

Javi just looked at you. You hadn’t told him? Was this how you got the scars?

You sighed as you looked down. Well, it was out in the open now.

“I was a cop, back in the states. FBI.” You explained, your voice a little quieter now. “I had a partner, a couple years back. We had been working on a case for months. Turns out, all the information, all the insider stuff he’d found - it had come from him. He wanted into their circle. The people I had seen die, everyone’s families and children and friends had all died because he was the mole. He would tell the group where to find the families, he’d tell us he knew where the groups would be that night. Then he’d go back and inform them that we were on our way. It as fucked up.”

Javi waited for you to continue.

“Look, I felt something was wrong so I tailed him one night. I put a call in and somehow…he found me one night. He caught be by the shipyard. When my agents finally turned up, I was almost dead. When I woke up in hospital, a guy came in. CIA. I had a bag packed, my life covered up and a plane ticket to wherever I wanted to go.”

“So you came to Columbia?”

“My sister stopped over for three days and I stayed. I don’t know what made me but I did. An agent found me a job at a local place since I wasn’t ready to go into the field or anywhere near it. The job stuck and then I decided to buy the place.”

“And the guys?”

“Local gang, I guess. They look into everyone’s background and they must have thought something was up with mine.”

“Did they say anything?”

“Just that I was American and that I had a dirty secret.”

“They know you were a fed?”

You shook your head. “Probably thought I was an informant or some shit.”

Javier nodded. You could see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine, Javi.”

“You could have told me, you know.”

You looked at him. Maybe. Maybe you could have told him earlier. Maybe you should have told him earlier. But what would that have done? Make him worry more? Make him panic when you were left alone?

You’d been in Columbia a good few years before you met Javi. You were one of the best agents the FBI had in the field and - if you ever wanted it - there was a job waiting for you at the FBI in the states, the CIA or, probably now, the DEA.

You were protected. By your career, by your knowledge, by your skills and by the fact that you entire past had been burried so deep, not even the Pentagon had access to it.

Your gaze was both soft and serious.

“I’m telling you now.”

Over the next hour, Javi went to your bathroom and grabbed a fresh face cloth before getting a bowl of warm water. Sitting back in his place on the table, he held your chin softly, Turing your face so he could wipe away the splats of dried blood.

Once he finished, he placed the cloth down and turned back when he felt your hand grip his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Javi just nodded, interlocking his knees with yours once more. “I get it. I do. I just wish…”

“I know.”

You both shared a look with one another. It didn’t need to be said out loud.

Peña leaned in, and pressed a secure kiss to your lips.

You would be okay.

You are alive.

And, over time, more stories would be revealed. What happened on certain jobs, what scars came from where, what they signified…

But in this moment; it didn’t matter.

All of that could wait until tomorrow.

For tonight, he wanted to show you what you meant to him. He’d say the words soon enough, but right now, he just needed to show you.

And you were okay with that.

After all, you felt the exact same way.

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misspearly1 · 2 years

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Day Five: Window/Balcony Sex - Javier Pena

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WC: 2.2K Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Smut. Unprotected PIV Sex in a Semi Public Setting. Rough sex (Javi calls reader a slut), orgasm denial and use of Spanish in this fic with translations. (Forgive me if they're inaccurate). WC: Okay my loves, this is my very first Javier Pena fic so go easy on me haha. It's been a while since I watched the show, so the timeline may be a little off and I wouldn't say I was strictly canon in regards to Javier himself, but with that out of the way, I do hope you enjoy.

The whole point of secrecy is to keep something hidden, to conceal the truth, and if you don’t submit to the basic terms of secrecy, then it isn’t really a secret at all.

The terms you agreed on with DEA agent Javier Pena is that you do not speak a word of this stakeout operation, an illegal stakeout that hadn’t been signed off by Ambassador Noonan and could get you and Javier in a serious amount of trouble if she were to find out.

‘It’ll be another little secret of ours’, were Javier's words and you giggled while shaking your head at him, but you agreed nonetheless. He didn’t even bother bringing it up to his new partner, Steve Murphy, because he knows that the man is too clean to go against the rules just yet - but not for long though. No one ever stays clean here in Columbia for very long, not when there’s a huge ongoing hunt for Pablo Escobar and most people will do whatever it takes to catch him - people like you.

Instead of asking Steve to go on this illegal stakeout, Javier asked you to accompany him because he knew you would say yes right from the get go. Mainly because you are one of those people who is willing to do whatever it takes to take down Escobar, but there are other reasons why you teamed up with him too.

Yes, Escobar is the most important reason why you’re inside this dark, dusky hotel room with high tech cameras set up, ready to snap pictures of the criminals, but the other reason why you agreed is because of your secret relationship with Javier.

Which brings you to think about the whole point of secrecy once again because there is nothing secretive about the compromising position he currently has over you up against the window; your blushing red cheek pressed against the cool glass, your back arched with his hand laying on your hip as he lines himself up at your entrance. Oh no, there was nothing secretive, or moral, about the position at all.

“Ready, mi querida niña?”(my darling girl) He asks, ever the gentlemen, before continuing any further. He didn’t need to ask because you’re more than ready. Stripping your clothes for him and moving into this position against the window without any protest apparently wasn’t enough confirmation to satisfy Javier - he needed more, needed to hear you say it with words just for his own sexual enjoyment.

“I’m ready, baby.” You reply in a huff, the sound of impatience evident in your tone which amused Javier. He chuckles mockingly, then slips the tip of his cock inside ever so slowly to live in the moment of every inch burying to the hilt. The deep throaty moans that escaped your lips were indecent and inelegant, though shameless.

You did not care how feral you sounded, the first stretch from Javier’s cock always draws out the dirtiest of moans from you, but most importantly, you didn’t care because he sounded just as wild as you did. The man growls through gritted teeth, then sucks in a sharp breath of air upon feeling you clench around him. “Jesus.” He exhaled shakily while feeling you pulse around him. “Always warm and ready for me, cariño.”

“Javi, hurry up. We’re gonna get caught.” You whine upon seeing people walk the streets below in the corner of your eyes. Anyone would be able to see you if they just decided to look up, and if they do, your cover would be blown, so it really makes you wonder what Javier’s intentions are by taking his time with you. He’s barely moved since bottoming out, only rotated his hips carefully like he was trying to push deeper.

“Patience, baby, patience.” He groans and you see his brows furrow while biting his bottom lip in the corner of your eyes. Still rotating his hips steadily, you start to feel the effects he was hoping for when it feels like he is in your stomach. Javier isn’t in your stomach of course, but he had to be breaching your cervix with his slow grinding movements. “No one is going to see us.” He reassures softly, then distracts your worries with a compliment. “And even if they do, they’ll be jealous of me when they see your heavenliness, cariño.”

“Oh so kind and chivalrous tonight, aren’t you Jav?” You tease and smile against the glass window, enjoying the coolness it brought to your hot skin. Javier laughs then, a genuine laugh that sounded so sweet to your ears, almost infectious too, but instead of giggling with him, you gasped as he decided to move - to really move. He pulled back a little then slammed himself inside, thus delivering a short and hard thrust that stole the breath from your lungs.

“What was that, y/n? I didn’t quite hear you.” He smirks, then gently caresses the supple flesh of your ass while moving in and out of your cunt. You moan to him, the pretty sound making his eyes close with a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Keep your hands on the window.” Javier commands, his movements speeding up gradually as he nears his peak. You keep your hands on the window and mewl, mewl from the pleasure he was inflicting and mewl from the punishment he was dealing.

Sex with Javier is the best, memorable and satisfying, but you need that little extra help on your clit to push you over the edge, which explains the punishment Javier is serving you right now. He’s about to come with his release, make you feel him climax and weep with need to feel your own. Your clit throbs, desperate to be touched and your walls pulse around him, begging to be eased of their ache, but no matter how much you whimper for Javier, he doesn’t give in.

Coming once, then again minutes later, you were pumped full and brought to the brink of pleading with him. And that’s what Javier wants - for you to plead pathetically. You didn’t understand why though, he doesn’t usually take this approach during sex, doesn’t usually pin you up against a glass window for all to see and drag out your chance to orgasm for as long as he could.

Normally, Javier makes you climax twice more than he does himself, putting your pleasure first before his own, but tonight is different. Tonight he seems so fucking sure on getting caught by onlookers below and you don’t understand why, nor do you understand why it feels so fucking good to be exposed like this. You wonder what his true intentions are, it's like he wants to get caught.

However, stopping his actions to ask what his intentions are isn’t on your mind right now, not when he knows how to fuck just right so that you can barely get a coherent sentence to roll of your tongue. It’s all mumbled up. Whimpering and moaning pleasured nonsense into the glass window, fogging it up with your breath while Javier grunts heavily into your ear from behind, whispering filth whenever his pace allows him a break to speak.

His hunger and stamina for more remains at an all time high. It’s really quite reckless of him, reckless and risky to fuck you against the glass window of this hotel when you have an important job to do, but Javier has said to you more than once that your pussy would be his demise and right now, that seems to be true.

“Oh, mi querida niña.” He breathes right into your ear, a heavy groan of how you’re his darling girl and it makes you mewl, a cry for more, more of his punishable pleasure, more of his groaning terms of endearments that you’re beginning to suspect mean something more. You want more from Javier, more than just secret sex in this secret relationship.

“Javi!” You manage to moan out, feeling overwhelmed by your emotions in the heat of the moment. Kicking your feet apart, he lays his hands over yours before slipping his fingers between your own, keeping you right where he wants you to be. “Look at you, cariño.” He babbles breathlessly, his voice sounding sickly sweet. “Letting me fuck you like this. You’re my little slut, sí?”

“Sí, Javi.” You respond clearly and firmly, obediently. Javier has stamina like no one else you’ve ever had before and it impresses you while also exhausts you. He still hasn’t let you see stars yet, has withheld you from reaching your peak but has pumped you full twice now with his creamy white seed. You can feel it oozing out of your entrance, making a mess on your thighs and the floor as he continues to fuck you like a man gone wild.

He’s completely lost himself, careless of the world around you and him, but you need release, need to ease the ache in your lower abdomen and cry out his name like no one in this hotel could possibly hear. And to do that, you become his obedient little slut who pleads pathetically. “Please, Javi. I need to cum, baby - please.”

“Fuck! Atta girl.” Javier grunts. Resting his sweaty forehead to your temple, he kisses the corner of your mouth with ragged inhales of breath, struggling to hold himself together. “That’s it, y/n. That’s my girl.” He repeats, more of a whine, like a worn out croak. He sounds out of breath. Still kissing the corner of your mouth softly, he pulls one of his hands away from yours then slips it between your body and the glass window, fingers locating your swollen clit quickly.

“Oh God!” You cry out from the contact, finally feeling that added stimulation you needed to urge you towards your release. Rubbing nameless shapes on your bundle of nerves, sparking waves of pleasure to course through your entire body, you feel it everywhere. Your knees become weak, your chest burns pure desire and your eyes gloss over with tears. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You cry while bucking your hips against him, no matter which direction as both were equally sensational.

“Cum for me, hermosa.” He requests, not demands, just requests and that tells you that Javier Pena is nearing exhaustion as well as yourself. Mutually feeling spent, your throat becomes more dry by the second and your moans sounded hoarse and rough, just like him. His voice quickly becomes gruff, gutturally grunting directly into your ear that sings praise in your mind. “Almost there - I can feel it.” He says, eyes screwing shut to focus on the feeling of your vice-like grip around his cock. “Fuck! Squeezing me so tight, querida. I can feel it.”

Moaning together as one, the tears rolling down your cheeks as Javier continues with his sloppy, erratic movements, he squeezes your hand tightly against the window, kisses your lips endearingly while whispering reassuring praises - all acting in a beautiful way to push you towards your peak. You inhale sharply, breath out a pornographic whine then clench round him hard, so hard that his movements come to an immediate stop.

“Javi!” You cry his name like no one could hear, pulsing around his cock and milking him of every last creamy white rope of cum that he could give. Legs shaking violently from feeling so utterly spent, the muscles all over your body burned with passion and Javier held on as you rode out your powerfully euphoric high.

“Mi querida.” He groans thickly, heavy with lust and desire, a sound so comforting to your soul, thus making you feel entirely weak for him. He feels your legs buckle before it even happens and acts quickly by wrapping an arm around your lower stomach, essentially catching you before the fall.

Javier walks backwards until his legs meet the base of the bed, then lays down on his side with you in his arms, still buried inside your warmth. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice ringing with concern. “I wasn’t too rough was I, cariño?”

“No, not at all. I’m okay, Javi.” Sighing tiredly, you tilt your head back to meet his line of sight and gaze into his big brown eyes. Upon feeling his relieving breath fan across your face and visibly seeing his shoulders relax, you smile softly and lean in close to whisper. “You were perfect as always, baby.”

“Perfect, huh?” He chuckles bashfully with a mirrored smile, but after spending a few moments letting his eyes roam the expanse of your face, he shakes his head. “You’re too good to me, too good and too beautiful - mi querida.” He mumbles those last two words into your mouth after closing the gap.

Kissing him lazily, though passionately, the words he has spoken tonight will stick with you for a long time; my girl and mi querida probably mean nothing to some, but for you they’re important next steps in your secret relationship with Javier. You’re not just the office floozy or another women he regularly visits for some casual sex - you mean something to him whether or not he is ready to properly admit that, and you don’t mind waiting anyways, you’ve known Javier long enough now to tell when he is being sincere and truthful.

You’re his girl. It's that simple.

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new years traditions around the world

Humans like their superstitions. The world is so random and abstract and there is so much that we can't, no matter how hard we try, control. And yet, its human nature not to be content to let 'Fate' decide our - well - fate. Some of our oldest stories are about heroes doing exactly that, trying to avoid what life has set down for them. Often they don't succeed but it doesn't stop the next hero's story from trying.

And - every now and then, some hero, somewhere, does win.

What better time to try to set the record straight, determine the future and ward away disasters than as the clock turns over and gives us an entirely new year? So, today, let's talk about New Year's Eve superstitions and see just how many we're willing to do, not because we believe them but because, deep down, we figure why not?

Do you want to travel in the upcoming year? In Columbia, they walk, or run, around the block carrying empty suitcases to call it into the new year.

Hoping for a baby in the new year? In Greece, hang a bundle of onions over your front door. Not only will this up your chances of fertility, but onions encourage good luck too.

Want to make sure there are no evil spirits in your house? In Ireland they use their leftover Christmas bread to bang on the house walls to drive any lingering mischief out. In Puerto Rico, they dump a bucket of water out the window to wash evil spirits away. In Japan, Buddhist temples ring their bells 108 times before midnight, each toll driving away a specific vice or sin so that the new year can start clean. Fireworks can drive off evil spirits too. According to the historic Chinese, the loud sounds scare them off.

Want some predictions for the new year? In the Czech Republic, they cut apples in half. If the apple's core looks like a star than next year everyone will meet again, happy and healthy. If it's a cross, someone will soon be very ill. In Columbia, they place three potatoes under the bed, one peeled, on half peeled and the other left alone. At midnight, grab one. If its unpeeled, you will have financial woes. Still in its skin? A year of prosperity. And half and half is - well, half and half. In Ireland, hiding mistletoe under your pillow will let you dream of your future spouse.

Had a bad year you can't wait to see go? Open your doors and windows on new year's eve to let the old year out and the new year in (I suspect this is easier for people living in warmer climes). In Ecuador, they build paper effigies of the bad, usually politicians, and set it on fire! Bonus good luck if you can jump over that fire twelve times. In Japan, they clean their house to wash away the old year and have it fresh and ready for a brand new year.

Looking for a long, healthy life? In Japan, they eat soba, noodles that are as long as the life the consumers want to have.

Aiming for prosperity? In Turkey, they smash pomegranates on their doorstep. The more pieces and the bigger the mess, the better. In the Southern US, you need to get yourself a meal of Hoppin John. Round shapes resemble coins so in the Philippines you want to eat twelve round fruits at midnight. Don't count on the fruit alone though, in the Philippines its also good luck to wear polka dots the last day of the year.

Have a wish you want to come true? In Singapore, they float wishing spheres, giant floating balls people write their wishes on, in the Singapore River. In Russia they write the wish on a piece of paper, burn it and then drink the ashes down in a glass of champagne. In Brazil, jump over seven ocean waves - you get a wish for each one.

Do you just want general good luck? There's a lot of traditions for that. Eat fish - they only swim forward and so will carry you forward into the new year. In Denmark, get your dishes and go break them on your friends' and family's doorstep. The more broken pieces, the more the luck. In Spain, they eat twelve grapes as the clock strikes midnight for good luck but make sure you pay attention to what you're doing and finish by the end of the chimes or you get the opposite in the upcoming year. In Denmark, stand on a chair and 'leap' into the new year as the clock strikes midnight for good luck. Farmers should wish all their livestock a good new year first thing in the morning. Several countries hide a coin or an almond in the new years eve's dessert and whoever finds it will have good luck in the new year. In New York, they sell candy peppermint pigs that come with their own hammers. Smash the pig, eat the candy and get luck in the new year - and help burn off some holiday stress. In Armenia, the first batch of bread baked on the new year bakes in the luck for the rest of the year's cooking. In Turkey, as the clock strikes midnight, sprinkle salt on your doorstep for good luck. In Japan, waking up early to watch the first sunrise of the new year is supposed to bring good luck. In Romania, they toss a coin into a river on new year's eve.

And finally - don't forget to dress for the occasion! In Brazil, they wear white on new year's eve to bring in a year full of peace. You can still be racy though. Apparently the color of your underwear makes a difference.

White – peace and harmony

Silver – innovation

Blue – serenity and friendship

Green – good health and hope

Red – passion

Yellow/gold – money and happiness

Pink – romance and love

Purple – spiritual connection

Orange – creativity

Black – independence

So there you have it.

Happy New Year!

#superstition #new year #new years eve #good luck #going to get this out a day early #so it will be timely #happy new year everyone!

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dateamonster · 11 months

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i believe ive shared this thing once before in one form or another. in case i havent, this is a sorta rework of a poem i wrote maybe five years ago while i was reading "Letters from an American Farmer" by (deep breath) J. Hector St. John de Crèvecœur for a class on colonial american literature. the names an obvious giveaway but i still like it.

anyway, i thought itd be fun to the text an accompanying visual element this time around. like i said, the writing is old, so cut me some slack.

also its horror so you know proceed with caution.

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Letters from the Last American Farmer

Frontiersmen do their souls neglect,

Turned to trappings, metal bound.

Hid away from the Elect,

Noses pressed against the ground.

From hand to mouth- the path’s direct.

I’ll stand apart and hold my worth,

A farmer be, and earn respect;

I till the soil, turn the earth.

Who is he, the favored son,

Who raises up the fruit and grain?

And works until the day is done,

And come the harvest reaps the gain.

This is he- I’ll be the one

To give my life to righteous toil.

I wield the pitchfork, not the gun;

I turn the earth and till the soil.

Proclaim the men from off the docks,

“Ubi panis ibi patria”

And to her fortunes they will flock

In love of fair Columbia.

Perhaps it comes to you a shock

Or else a simple source of mirth

But this pride you mustn’t mock;

I till the soil, turn the earth.

The silver hand of Justice fair

Does lightly steer the citizen,

Brush’d his cheek, as soft as air

With good will towards his countrymen.

And although we know it rare

To her blind axiom we’re loyal.

For sanctum from the noble glares

I turn the earth and till the soil.

The story’s whispered, be it true,

Often is it I have heard

Although he’s swaddled in the glue,

Tar and feathers make no bird.

No wings, no eyes, yet high he flew,

The rope raised up a deathly girth,

And bid, as I, this soft adieu:

I till the soil, turn the earth.

The snake pursues me, long and white.

Its doubts do pull me from the fold

To embark into the night,

To embark into the cold.

Far to the West they say there’s light.

Though ill-bred souls may curse and roil

Like gold, my virtue still shines bright;

I turn the earth and till the soil.

The land’s the heart and heart’s my own.

With little cabin, hearth, and fire,

I make this wilderness my home

And faithfully snuff my desire

For meat that melts clean from the bone.

I’ll overcome the winter’s dearth

If God’s good graces He may loan.

I till the soil, turn the earth.

Desolation scrapes my spirit,

The rifle shakes within my grip,

An anthem’s sung- I cannot hear it,

Teeth set upon my trembling lip.

Do in my labours I promerit?

Or show some moral split or spoil?

The end is nigh and as I near it

I turn the earth and till the soil.

One final verse I will extend

As cold and hunger overtakes

In hopes that you, my final friend,

Perhaps may learn from my mistakes.

Here all is ruin, all shall rend

Revolutions come unbirthed,

Yet compelled am I to tend

And till the soil, turn the earth.

Till the soil, turn the earth.

#writing #cave scrawlings #poetry #horror #folk goth #gothic americana #the meter is probably still fucked in some places lmao #i am not a poet im just strange and like rhyming

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Taking Time—Fifty-Two

Not that easy

Word count: 11,599 (oops)

There have only been a handful of times where I’ve woken up with a true hangover. Most were spent with Becks and Keye in our high school days after staying out a tad too late at a local house party and drinking the latest concoction of Quileute kid punch. One was after a truly raucous night at Sam and Emily’s a few months after meeting the pack for the first time and Paul opted for us to just sleep at their place rather than drag me home. The only other time I can remember before that though, was the day after the imprint. I had felt groggy, lightheaded, and like I was going to pass out all day. There was never a point where I didn’t feel actively nauseous and at the time, it felt like a warning. Now I know exactly what it was: the universe shifting and locking into place. Destiny taking hold with her vice grip and squeezing me clean of my senses.

Maya woke up with a splitting headache and nearly naked in her soft bed. She hadn’t bothered to change into proper pajamas, and had unceremoniously stripped off her dress and thrown on a Columbia university t-shirt as she listened to each voicemail from home like they were episodes of a riveting podcast.

Becks was indeed pregnant again and had called Maya back at the end of April to let her know through a wet, wonderful, tearful voicemail:

“Listen, Maya. Something amazing has happened and I know you’re busy and all, but I just wanted to tell you that…that I’m pregnant again. God….” There was a long pause as Maya heard her sniffling and trying to get her tears under control, “I know it seems like a lot. I mean Ephy isn’t even one yet, but I’m so happy and I just….I just wish you were here. And I get it, I really do. You had to do what you needed to to be happy, just like I did what I did to be happy. But, My…I just…Nevermind… I just love you and I wish you were here, you know? Ugh, sorry it’s probably the hormones.” A deep, sounding voice called out to Becks from way off. Probably Jacob coming home. “I gotta go, but I love you and I hope you’re okay. And I hope…I hope I can see you soon.”

Maya had listened to that one a couple of times, tearing up herself. She had missed so much. Her phone was filled with messages and photos from her family:

Ephriam’s first birthday. Seth and Sadie’s wedding. Kim’s baby shower and delivery announcement. A bonfire night at Sam and Emily’s. The first Christmas at Jacob and Becks’ with the whole pack crammed into the wide open living room surrounded by piles of gifts. Maya noticed Paul was nowhere in sight in any of the photos and wondered if he had been the one to take them instead or if he was absent altogether.

Keye was also noticeably absent from most of the photos, save for Seth and Sadie’s wedding. There was a beautiful one of her clutching a champagne glass and smiling to somewhere far off. Maya had opened the last and only text she had received from her when she had first skipped town. If anyone could keep quiet about her reaching out, it would be Keye, Maya thought. So she typed out a message in the early morning as the sun was beginning to break over the New York City skyline that simply said:

“I miss you.”

Now, as Maya rubbed her face and glanced toward the long, floor to ceiling windows that spanned an entire wall of her room, looking out over the street below, she considered if last night had been some strange dream.

Late morning light poured through the windows and she groaned trying to clear her head, but the ache and pounding wouldn’t subside. She felt terrible, wrecked, as hungover as her first time drinking Quileute kid punch at Tommy Sutherland’s 16th birthday party on the beach.

Maya threw the covers over her head, trying to get a grip. She felt awful. A soft buzzing to her right let her know that her phone was nearby. Maya groaned and slung an arm over her eyes as she pawed for her phone with the other. She had forgotten to plug it in last night and it was currently sitting around 20% battery as a result. Great. Maya squinted at her phone beneath the covers

5 new messages from Arden

“Fuck,” Maya sighed as a fresh wave of nausea rolled through her body. Her teaching assistant orientation was today anyway, so she knew she’d probably catch him on campus. Dealing with it now via text felt like too much. So, she quickly opened the text thread, glanced at the last two messages that read: I just want to know that you’re alright. He looked like that guy from the art gallery, do you know him?

She shot off a quick “Hey! I’m so, so sorry about last night. I’ll explain everything when I see you today. I’m okay” and closed her phone again with a groan.

Last night had most assuredly not been a dream. Her muscles felt tight and sore from the sheer tension between the two of them. Her lips felt like they had done battle. But the pain…aside from this cracking headache and the rolling wave of nausea, Maya had no signature hollow ache that she had lived with for the past year.

When Paul had dropped her off last night with a soft kiss and his gentle goodbye, Maya felt like she had been slammed into a brick wall. She was so sure he would claim her last night and there would be nothing really she would have done to stop it. She had wanted him and the imprint had thrown her into such a state of disorientation that he could have probably gotten her all the way to the airport and on a plane before she would have realized what was happening.

But he didn’t.

For all the rage and upset that she knew was boiling inside of him, he had brought her back to her home, kissed her goodnight, and left her on the doorstep. Maya rubbed her forehead and cast the covers off of her before sitting up slowly. She ran a hand across her stomach as if to test for the ache that had accompanied her and sometimes crippled her, but none came.

Maya glanced at her phone again and then dragged herself out of bed and toward the shower. Despite Paul tentatively re-entering her life, he had not reached out and the space felt monumental between them. Maya couldn’t figure out if that was a good thing or not just yet considering everything. Was this just the calm before the inevitable storm that was Paul Lahote? Or was it something different?

Whatever it was, Maya knew she’d have to be careful and avoid slipping into the familiar rhythm of the imprint that would lull her right back into her old problems.

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Maya quickened her pace across campus as her navy blue floral mini dress fluttered out around her upper thighs. The thin material clung to her hips and she had thrown on a light wash jean jacket over the delicately tied shoulder straps to prepare for the likely chill of the over air conditioned lecture hall. She had pulled her hair half up and tied a ribbon matching the color of her dress through it and it fluttered gently in the breeze past her shoulder-cropped hair. With the last sweltering days of summer clinging to New York, the less clothes the better, she thought.

Maya readjusted her leather tote on her shoulder ladened down with notebooks and her laptop. She planned on getting some pre-semester work done after the orientation if she could. Her junior year was vitally important to the networking stage of her degree. She’d be busier than ever attending events and gladhanding. Luckily, she had Arden and now Dr. Bronnard in her corner singing her praises, but still, the thought of securing a high-value internship this year sent a nervous thrill through her.

“Maya!” a familiar voice shouted across the quad. Maya slowed and turned to see Arden in a light t-shirt and some slacks. The heat was really getting to everyone. She paused and smiled waiting for him to jog up to her. “I thought that was you,” he said a little breathless, “Are you alright?” he readjusted his bag on his shoulder and reached out to gently graze her arm with his other hand.

“I’m fine,” Maya shook her head, slightly embarrassed and looked down at her feet. “I’m sorry I disappeared on you last night, I—” she looked up to see Arden shaking his head gently.

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s alright,” he said almost knowingly. Maya heaved a sigh of relief.

“Really?”

“Really,” his smile was warm and kind as he brought his hand up to cup her cheek.

And again, Maya wondered how no one had fallen in love with it yet. But maybe that was it, maybe someone had.

“I told you, I see you. I get it,” he promised. Maya nodded and couldn’t help leaning into his hand. “Are you ready?” he nodded over her shoulder toward the lecture hall letting his hand drop.

Maya looked up at the double doors and then eagerly back toward him with a wide smile, “Absolutely.” Arden nodded his assent and wound his hand down her back and gripped her hip as they walked toward the front doors. He grabbed the door and held it open for her as she slipped through.

The TA’ship was completely informal. Only Maya and two other undergrads were selected by professors to shadow their grad courses and grade papers. They wouldn’t be teaching anything, but it was a special opportunity to get a head start on some upper level material, work closer with grad students who were starting their research and even have the opportunity to work with their professors on their research.

Arden of course had selected Maya for the position and she was thrilled to be sandwiched between two studious looking grad students in the lecture hall as head of the TA program droned on about expectations. Being Arden’s unofficial TA meant that she would most likely be spending more time in his office again with him. The thought made her chew her lip in worry and excitement. Without the dull ache present in her belly, Maya was able to consider a life of possibilities without the imprint tugging her attention away.

But still, she was worried. If the ache was gone, that had to mean that Paul was nearby. But so far, he was keeping his distance.

After the orientation, Maya laughed as Arden led her down the staircase from the front doors, regaling her with yet another story about a mishap that happened in his lab prep last week that had resulted in several thousands of dollars worth of regent test strips getting ruined.��

Maya leaned into Arden’s side as she held her stomach in laughter, her jean jacket hanging loosely from her hand as the sun washed over the bare skin of her shoulders and neck. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Maya lifted her head and wiped a stray tear that had escaped her eye from laughing so hard and was halted to a stop.

Arden looked down at her, his hand resting on her lower back confused at her sudden stop and lifted his eyes to where she was staring.

Standing off to the side against the brick wall of the adjacent building was Paul. His massive arms were folded across his chest clad in a black t-shirt. His face was pulled into a grimace as he watched Maya sway uncertainly. He didn’t move though.

Maya looked up at Arden, her eyes swimming with confusion and a plea of understanding. He glanced at Paul and then smiled comfortingly down at Maya. “You going to be okay? Or should I wait for you?”

Maya let out a solid breath and let a small smile break over her face. “Thank you,” she said softly, “I’ll be fine. I’m just going to see what he wants,” Maya said, her voice only slightly wavering. Arden watched her for a moment, not sure about leaving her but ultimately, after another glance in Paul’s direction he conceded and gave a brief nod. He squeezed her arm gently and said “I’ll be in my office. Text me if you need me,” before heading off across the quad toward the science building.

Maya didn’t move for a moment, her eyes glued to Paul’s across the way. He looked furious, as he most often did now with each of their meetings, but Maya’s lips tingled with the remembrance of his mouth on hers last night. Resolved to not lose her way this time, she swallowed hard and walked purposefully toward Paul. His eyes watched her every movement: the soft sway of her hips, the soft fleshy tremble of her upper thighs that peaked out of from under the flimsy fabric of her dress as she walked, the subtle bounce of her breasts, the swing of her arms, and the curl of her fingers into gently fists.

What he wouldn’t give to rip that dress off of her and remind her of who he was.

Maya stopped a few paces away from him, her brain already fogging from his heady scent. She fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest, mirroring his position.

“Hi,” she said gently, the wind blowing her hair across her shoulders. Paul’s intense gaze held her and he just gave her that wicked smile, one that promised he’d wreak havoc on her heart if she let him. When he didn’t say anything, she rolled her eyes and swore she heard a soft growl come from him in response, “What are you doing here?” she said with more impatience.

Paul pushed off of the wall and walked a little closer to her. Maya stiffened.

“I was going to take you to lunch,” he said, his voice a rumble of pure temptation, “If you were hungry.” Maya stayed stock still, worried that any movement would draw that lustful gaze and set her on fire. “Unless, you were busy with…something else,” he said the last part through gritted teeth as he glared pure malice over her shoulder where Arden had disappeared into the science building.

She didn’t have plans…but, “Just lunch?” she asked tentatively. She desperately wanted her voice to come out stronger and not with that tinny undercurrent of need currently coating it. Paul’s eyes snapped back to her and he fought back a scowl at the distrust he found on her face.

He gave her one solid nod and Maya relaxed, taking a deep breath. “Fine,” she said. “But I need to be back here by 2:30 for a meeting,” she lied. There was no meeting but at least it gave her a deadlined to adhere to. She worried if she didn’t set an end time for herself, she’d never leave his side with the imprint itching at her brain like this.

He held out his hand to her in agreement and Maya hesitated only slightly before slipping her hand into his. His warm, reassuring palm sent an electric shock through her and she swallowed the gasp that fought up her throat. They started down the quad together and Paul reached around her to grab the bag off of her shoulder so he could carry it. Thankful for the lack of weight, she stepped closer to him, pressing her side against his arm as they walked toward one of the campus parking lots.

Though they walked in silence, the tension buzzed through Maya’s body, tightening her nipples into hard peaks and swirled in agonizing lightning between her legs. When they reached the sleek black Mercedes, Maya hesitated again. He opened the passenger door for her and quickly walked around to the drivers side, depositing her bag into the backseat first. Maya bit her lip and hesitated at the open car door.

“Paul,” she said quickly. He looked at her, that fire still brimming in his eyes. If looks could kill… “Just lunch, right?” she heard herself nearly beg. Paul openly scowled now and rolled his head back.

“Maya, I’m not going to fucking kidnap you. Just get in the car,” he said harshly. Maya frowned. It was not outside of the realm of possibilities that he would placate her and then steal her away—he’d done it before. When she didn’t move, he placed both of his arms on the top of the car and leaned forward, “You already ran away once, what would be the point of me dragging you back to the rez if I know you’re just going to run from me again the first chance you get?” His voice dripped with anger but there was also regret. Maya pursed her lips and then nodded getting into the car without further protest and quickly snapped on her seatbelt.

Paul sank into the driver’s seat and when he shut his door, Maya’s senses were once again flooded with the intoxicating scent of him. Immediately, she felt that ache thrum between her thighs and had to stifle a gasp. This was ridiculous—if she was going to have this reaction every time she was close to him, she didn’t stand a chance of maintaining control. When he turned on the car, she rolled down the window and ignored his look of curiosity as he navigated them toward their unknown lunch destination.

They drove in comfortable silence. Maya leaned on her arm toward the window and tried not to react when she felt Paul’s hand rest gently on her upper thigh. His thumb stroked lazy circles on her skin and Maya ignored that heat that pooled between her legs quickly in response.

After about ten minutes of pure silence, Paul slid the car up to a valet who opened the door for Maya and helped her out. Paul was quick to come around and place his hand gently on her lower back, his fingertips just grazing her hip. The searing heat of his hand seemed to burn through the thin fabric of her dress as he led the way to the elevator. Maya shivered in the air conditioned hotel and slotted her body next to Paul’s to absorb some of his warmth. Paul’s hand slid to her hip and squeezed and Maya couldn’t help but look at their reflection in the mirrored elevator doors as they slid closed in front of them.

Paul was looking down at her as she stared straight ahead. When she leaned her head against his shoulder, he gently kissed the top of her head for a half second before straightening as the doors opened. A gleaming hostess stand stood just outside of the elevator. In a gruff tone, he checked them in for their reservation as if perturbed by their sudden lack of aloneness.

Maya smirked and let him lead her out onto the rooftop, following the hostess. He pulled out her chair and she sank down into it with a soft ‘thank you’.

When he settled across from her, she trained her eyes on him and with humor said, “So, you were just so sure I would accept your invitation that you made a reservation, huh?”

Paul raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head with a chuckle as he looked out over the glass partition that gave them a spectacular view of the upper east side.

“I hoped,” he said before he looked back at her, “I didn’t know if you would accept, but I did hope.”

“Mmm,” Maya hummed as she sipped some water. After a beat of silence where he just stared at her, she let out a huff and asked teasingly, “Sooo, how are things?”

The side of his mouth quirked up into a heartbreaking grin. His tight, trimmed beard covered that signature dimple she would so often press whenever she had made him laugh particularly hard. But she liked this look on Paul, albeit a bit darker, and more sinister. Before he could respond, the waitress came over and took their drink orders. Maya ordered a white wine to which Paul raised an eyebrow.

“You sure you don’t want the lavender gin and tonic?” he asked curiously. Maya gave him a tight smile and shook her head, reaffirming to the halted waitress that she’d have the white wine. When she nodded and parted, Maya turned back to Paul and sank back into her chair.

“You don’t know everything about me anymore,” she shot back quietly. Paul’s jaw ticked tightly and he looked off into the distance again. His knuckles were white as he gripped the arms of his chair and tried to calm himself. “So?” Maya prompted again. Paul let out a frustrated breath and looked back at her before shrugging.

“Everything is fine. Business is good. I’ve expanded my client base out here and my work has gone over well.” He said everything so matter-of-factly, as if it didn’t please him to have been so successful. His body language was tight and his shoulders visibly tensed. Maya tilted her head to the side as she observed him.

He was already irritated, maybe not with her, but just in general—she could see it coloring his face. The waitress dropped their drinks off and asked if they’d like to order lunch. Maya opened her mouth to order the seared scallops and risotto but Paul beat her to it.

“She’ll have the scallops and risotto, side salad with arugula instead of spinach and the raspberry vinaigrette. I’ll take the steak salad,” he smiled at the waitress who glanced at Maya. Maya just nodded and she took off quickly.

When she turned to level Paul with a look of incredulity, she was met with a teasing smile. One that begged her to say something.

“Tell me again how I don’t know anything about you anymore?” he prompted after a short beat of silence. Maya brought the wine glass to her lips and took a soft sip, shaking her head and stifling a giggle. His eyes sparkled with amusement and she momentarily lost her breath. There was the Paul she knew, not this angry, sharp version he had been presenting thus far. She decided to take a chance with her next question seeing as she had successfully put him into better spirits.

“So, how far along is Becks?” she said quickly, holding onto her wine glass. Paul’s face fell back into a grimace and he scoffed angrily.

“You could just call and ask her, you know,” he said around his whiskey glass.

“You don’t have to be a dick about it,” Maya shot back, her voice slightly rising.

“And you don’t have to be this stubborn. For fuck’s sake, Maya. That’s your family, they just want to hear from you,” he kept his voice low but the rage coating his tongue was spitting fire in Maya’s direction.

“You know what,” Maya said abruptly as she set her wine glass down with a little too much force, sloshing wine over the edge, “I don’t have to listen to this,” she pushed away from the table, but Paul rose at the same time to meet her.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her arm harshly. Maya looked down at his hand squeezing her arm and frowned.

“Let go of me,” she said as she tugged, but he wouldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” he said between gritted teeth, “Please sit down.” Maya glared at him and shook him loose before sitting back down in her chair.

Paul ran a hand through his black hair that had grown out long enough to curl a little at the ends by his ears. Before he sat back down, he clenched and unclenched his hands into fists a few times.

“She’s about five months, give or take,” Paul finally said, his voice barely hiding the anger, “She’s doing well. No complications so far and Jacob has chilled out considerably since it’s their second and he feels more prepared.”

Maya fought back the well of emotion gathering in her throat. She swallowed thickly and followed it with a strong gulp of wine before she said, “Hard to imagine Jacob being chill about anything, let alone his pregnant wife.”

“How did you know they got married?” Paul asked innocently, genuine confusion on his face. Maya’s mouth suddenly dropped open and the sting of sadness poked at her belly.

“Wha—” Maya began.

“Seared scallops and risotto,” The waitress interrupted, “And a steak salad. Anything else I can get for you at the moment?”

Maya was speechless, tears clearly pricking at the corner of her eyes now. Paul thanked the waitress and dismissed her politely as he leaned forward across the table to take Maya’s hand. Maya pulled in a sharp breath, fighting to steady the sob trying to claw its way out of her throat.

“Hey, hey,” Paul said gently as he held onto her limp hand on the table. His thumb stroked the back of her hand softly as he said, “It’s okay. No one knew for a while and no one else was there. They just sort of…did it on a whim,” he soothed. Maya looked out over the skyline and nodded.

“I shouldn’t be upset, I know,” she admitted, surprising herself. Paul shook his head.

“That’s not…” Paul sighed and let Maya’s hand drop as he leaned back in his chair. “Maya, you can’t expect life on the rez to stop just because you left.” He didn’t mean it as an insult, but it shot Maya right through the heart to hear it.

“I know that!” she snapped as she turned toward him, “Don’t you think I know that?” The tears were flowing freely now and she hated again how she had dissolved into a teary mess in front of him for the second time. She wiped at her cheeks angrily and took another drink of wine.

“Let’s talk about something else,” he said firmly as he leaned forward to dig into his salad, “Tell me about your internship.”

Maya sniffled and nodded, picking up her fork and taking a deep breath. She could talk about that. Anything to get her mind off of what she was missing, what she was sacrificing for a different kind of happiness she was chasing out here.

For the next two hours, Maya and Paul talked about anything and everything as long as it didn’t touch on home. She forgot how easy it was to be around him, to hear the occasional chuckle (he refused to allow himself to laugh) and feel that warmth spread from her belly to every inch of her. She had missed him. Plain and simple.

After lunch, he led her to the elevator and when the doors dinged shut, he turned toward her, pulling on her hip to set her flush against him as he leaned down, cradling the side of her neck with his other hand and bringing his lips down softly onto hers. Maya let out a soft whimper at the contact as a sizzling sensation burned pleasantly from her lips and down her spine. She opened her mouth to him and he greedily entered, letting his tongue swipe along her lower lip and into her mouth.

Maya clutched at his bent shoulders, tugging him down more to bring him impossibly closer as the heat swirled and sank in her belly to her core. His hand moved from the bruising hold on her hip to knead the flesh of ass, slipping under her dress. He groaned into her mouth and when Maya took it as an invitation to bite gently down on his lip, she received a harsh slap to her ass cheek that made her yelp and dampen.

She was hungry for more, but all too soon, he wrenched his hold off of her just as the elevator doors dinged open into the lobby of the hotel again. Maya was panting, her cheeks flush with heat as she allowed Paul to ferry her to the valet. He gave her ass one more pleasing squeeze before she sank into the passenger seat.

Maya tucked some hair behind her ear and tried to quell her furiously thumping heart. She couldn’t concentrate on anything else on the car ride back and was thankful for Paul’s silence as she tried to get herself under control.

When he dropped her off at the main entrance to campus, Maya hastily exited the Mercedes with a quick goodbye. But he rolled down the window and called out to her and she couldn’t bring it in herself to resist.

She leaned down through the open passenger window, breathless and still flush with desire.

“Yes?” she breathed. He gave her that teasing smile again before he said gently.

“Can I see you again?” So innocently, as if she even had a choice. But she appreciated the request, nonetheless.

“When?” Maya asked, trying to sound cool. Paul grinned and looked away and for a brief moment, she thought he might be onto her.

“There’s this event I need to go to on Thursday at the Met. A bunch of artists will be there, but it’s mostly a chance to network. These things are usually pretty boring, but the Met is cool and it would probably be more fun if you were there.” He said it all so nonchalantly. Maya rolled her eyes affectionately and echoed:

“Probably,” before nodding and saying with genuine excitement, “I’d love to.”

“Great, then I’ll see you Thursday,” his voice wavered slightly and Maya wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“See you Thursday,” she said softly as she backed away from the car and turned on her heel to jog toward the science building. She could still hear the soft rumble of his Mercedes even though she was a bit of distance away, so she called out over her shoulder, “Stop staring at my ass!”

She heard that achingly wonderful laughter bubble out of him from far off and it made her heart thump wildly in her chest.

Whatever this was that they were doing at the moment, she had to admit, she really liked it.

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Maya checked her outfit in the golden arched filigree mirror that towered over her in her room. Rosalie was lounging on her bed, flipping through a mechanics magazine with a bored look on her face.

“I don’t know why you don’t just wear the vintage Valentino. It’s classic Met,” Rosalie said for the umpteenth time.

Maya smiled and readjusted the thin straps of her deep magenta halter. The material was well made and tailored exactly to her curves. The top acted almost as a bustier and pushed her cleavage up spectacularly. The matching magenta wide-legged, pleated pants billowed out around her legs, giving the look an airy, elegant feel. Maya leaned down to adjust the strap of her strappy black heels.

“I’m going for a different look. There’s going to be some artist-types there and I don’t want to look too stuffy,” Maya said as she crossed the room to don her gold bangle bracelets from Jeremy.

“At least wear my teardrop diamond earrings. They’ll class up the place a bit,” she set down her magazine and gracefully slid out of the room before Maya could even protest.

She fluffed at her black tousled hair that ended just above her shoulders. Maya swallowed hard to help quell that giddy feeling tumbling in her stomach. It felt like a first date with Paul all over again. The uncertainty, the thrill, the hope for his touch. Still, Maya would need to be careful to not let herself get too caught up too quickly in him. With the pull of the imprint, it was easier to get lost in chasing down your feelings and letting it all consume you. This time, Maya would have more going into it and she would try her best to actively manage those feelings so that everything felt like a choice, rather than a reflex.

About fifteen minutes later, as Maya put on the finishing touches to her look (dark ruby red lipstick, her ring and woven bracelet from Paul, and the diamond earrings Rosalie insisted on), Emmett appeared in her doorway with his hands in his pockets.

“Someone’s here for you,” he said gently with a teasing smile. Maya felt a rush of butterflies and her heart fluttered unexpectedly.

She hurried past Emmett and down the darkened hallway to the front door. She grabbed her black leather clutch off the table and pulled open the door to echoes of laughter and “Have fun!” from down the hall.

When she shut the door behind her, she was more readily able to focus her gaze on the man below. He leaned against the passenger door of the black Mercedes, one leg crossed in front of the other with his hands buried in his pockets. Maya let her eyes slowly take him in: he was dressed in an all black suit, with black leather shoes that shone in the overhead lamplight. His dark black jacket offset the cloth with black silk lapels that glinted subtly in the evening light. Maya finally let her gaze fall on his face. His dark, tight trimmed beard accentuated his sharp jaw and his hair was swept back effortlessly as if he had just run his hand through it.

Maya hesitated at the top of the steps, stunned into actual silence as she felt the imprint pull at her to close the distance. Paul must have felt it too because he shifted his stance and stood taller, looking up at her and giving her a gentle smile. Maya returned it and slowly descended the stairs, reminding herself of her promise to herself.

When she landed just in front of him, his warm citrus and spice scent washed over her and she fought to simply keep her balance. Even in her heels, she barely reached his chin, and she gazed up at him with a soft smile.

“Hi,” she said gently. He let out a small chuckle as he replied,

“Hi,” and brought his hand up softly to cup her cheek. His eyes were filled with warmth, but Maya could tell he was holding some emotion back, maybe also trying to temper the pull of the imprint to give him the space to just feel what he needed to.

The hand that cupped her cheek fell away and he tugged lightly at the ends of her hair, “This is shorter,” he said in a gravelly tone.

Maya shot him a teasing grimace, “I needed a change.”

“A lot of change, apparently,” he said in an even tone, his eyes still lovingly roving her face.

“What? You don’t like it?” Maya shook her head playfully.

“I didn’t say that,” he said gently, taking a step toward her. Maya shuffled back a bit and he took it as an opportunity to open the passenger door for her. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”

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Maya had been to the Met a few times during her time at Columbia. Sometimes with friends and once for a civil engineering class where they got to tour some of the preservation rooms. But, she had never been here at night for an event of any kind, and the Met at night was something special.

Maya took Paul’s hand as they ascended the staircase to the grand entrance. Once inside, the air was buzzing with the hushed and hurried voices of artists and socialites alike. Paul didn’t let go of her hand as he pulled her through the crowd, deeper into the museum as if he was in search of something.

There were new, temporary exhibits erected throughout the main hall and Maya couldn’t help but gawk at the sheer beauty of some of the sculptures. Paul ferried her through them though, not pausing to let her look properly as he nodded to some people he knew.

“Paul. Where are we going?” Maya said breathlessly as the crowd seemed to thicken. Paul was looking for someone and if Maya was being honest, she didn’t really care who it was as he continued tugging her mercilessly through the crowd. She just wanted to pause and take it all in for a second.

Just as Maya was about to tug her arm back, Paul halted and Maya nearly crashed into him. She steadied herself and glared up at him, but he hardly noticed as he said to the person in front of him.

“I’m here, showing my face. Happy?” his tone was only somewhat annoyed with the fact that he needed to check in with someone at all. Maya let her gaze sweep down to the culprit and swallowed roughly, suddenly feeling like someone had dumped a bucket of sand down her throat.

“Thank you, Paul. I never doubted you for a second,” Rachel Black raised her champagne glass in salute, surrounded by elaborately dressed people and then her gaze glanced next to him. Unexpectedly, her jaw went slack and her eyes lit up with shock and amusement, “Maya?!” she nearly screeched.

“Uuuh,” Maya stuttered out, still clutching Paul’s hand. But a moment later, Rachel had flung her body toward hers in a bone crushing hug.

“Oh my goodness, it’s so good to see you!” she said, truly elated. Maya let out a small laugh and hugged her back before letting Rachel pull her to arms length to get a good look at her. “My god, you look amazing! How is Columbia? How are things?”

“Things are..things are…” she glanced up at Paul but he was a stone wall. Very helpful, “Things are good,” she breathed out and Rachel just kept smiling.

“Good! Well you know this one, so tight lipped. I thought you had fallen off the face of the earth with how secret he was keeping you. We miss you around Seattle!” It didn’t seem like Rachel knew what had happened between them. Was that Paul’s doing? Maya played along, grabbing the champagne glass that Rachel plucked from a passing waiter and handed to her. “But, I mean of course, New York is just such a great transition for Paul’s work. Plus you’re here!” Rachel continued rambling and Maya sipped slowly. Paul had let go of her hand to shake someone else’s hand who had walked up to him. He was now in casual conversation, his hands shoved deep into his pockets and Maya tried her hardest to play it cool.

Rachel talked Paul up for about ten minutes before he snaked his arm around Maya’s waist and tugged her away, stating that he needed to introduce some people to Maya. Rachel gave her a kiss on the cheek and promised to call her to get together for lunch soon.

When Maya was whisked away, her head felt like it was spinning. She looked up at Paul, but he still maintained that determined, quiet demeanor that gave nothing away. Maya fought back an eye roll and he squeezed her hip in response as if answering some silent question she had posed to him.

True to his word, Paul introduced her to some of his artist friends—sculptors, painters, and metalsmiths alike—all of whom were very much a part of the New York City art scene but still managed to be decently down to Earth. They were polite and asked her thoughtful questions about her degree. One of the painters even wanted her insight on some common bi-products in industrial bioengineering that could be recycled into reusable materials for a piece she was working on.

Maya was bubbling with excitement as she spoke about her life, her research, everything; but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Paul had moved away from her and was talking to another group of people in another corner of the room after awhile.

Strange—the feeling of him not being glued to her side. It was all at once liberating and cold. She craved his warmth, but appreciated the space. Maya carried on talking, nodding, and smiling, trying to parse through the actions of this new Paul.

Maya was so caught up in conversation as the evening carried on, that she startled when she felt his warm hand press to her lower back and slot back into her side.

“Do you mind if I take her back? I want her to meet some people,” Paul announced. They all cheers’ed Maya before letting her be steered away by Paul toward another waiting group.

Maya smiled up at Paul and wrapped her arm around his back as he led her into one of the smaller rooms of the museum, scattered with sculptures. They approached a group of important looking people and before she could even open her mouth to say hello, Paul introduced her:

“This is Maya,” he paused and glanced down at her uncertainly before carrying on, “She’s my…uh, friend…studying bioengineering at Columbia.”

Friend?

Maya internally cringed and felt her arm slip from around his back and hang loosely at her side. They all greeted her happily, and Maya smiled back after a bit of a delay and tried to stay present in the conversation as Paul’s hand sat loosely on her waist as he carried on talking.

She was introduced to a few more groups as Paul continued to make his rounds and each time, he seemed to hesitate in how to describe her. It bristled her, made her feel something deep in the pit of her belly that reminded her oddly of jealousy. But there was no one to be jealous of. Paul was standing at her side, hand wound around her as his thumb stroked lazily on her hip.

Yet, here she was simmering with a subtle anger that pulsated with annoying precision in her belly at being called friend.

At a lull in the conversation, Maya excused herself to go to the bathroom to try and get a hold of herself. Her mind was still spinning at the fact that she was here with Paul, but now that he had seemingly distanced himself from her with the moniker of friend, her entire world felt a little upended. And the worst part was, she could hardly blame him. She had shamelessly flirted and kissed Arden while they were apart. Being called his friend was generous considering they’d had almost no contact for the past year.

So why did Maya’s neck feel ungodly hot as she leaned over the sink and pressed a cold paper towel to her chest to cool down?

After a few minutes of deep breathing in the bathroom and telling herself to get a grip in the mirror, Maya re-entered the main area. But instead of returning to Paul’s side, she wandered off up the grand staircase and leaned against the marble railing of one of the balconies that jutted out, overlooking the main area below. Maya leaned down and rested her forearms on the wide, cold stone railing and let her eyes sweep across the crowded floor.

She didn’t know how long she stayed up there, watching and letting the voices rise up to echo around her, but it seemed no time had really passed at all before she felt familiar warmth next to her. Paul handed her a glass of champagne and leaned his back against the railing, looking in the opposite direction as he said,

“Having any fun?” his tone was neutral, unreadable. She wasn’t sure if it was a genuine question or one that poked at her obvious distraction. Still, Maya couldn’t seem to burst that bubble of anger bouncing around inside of her. She shrugged and took a long sip from her champagne glass before standing upright.

“Are you asking me as a friend or…?” She gave him an icy sidelong look. His eyebrows knit together in confusion for a moment before realization dawned on him.

He chuckled looking down at his shoes as he nodded his head momentarily before saying, “So are we not friends?”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” Maya said sharply back while begging herself to calm down. Why was she so upset? Paul stood straighter, squaring his shoulders and facing her with his hands in his pockets. If he was anyone else she might be a bit intimidated, but this was Paul. Nothing about him could scare her at this point.

“Did that bother you? Me introducing you as just my friend?” Paul asked in a gentler tone. Maya took another sip from her champagne and kept her eyes glued to the throng of people below, unable to answer. Paul looked off to the side for a minute, his jaw ticking tightly as if he was considering something and then he said, “I’m just trying to give you some space. Without pressure. You’ve proven yourself a flight risk and I don’t want to push it.”

Maya swallowed, still unable to meet his eyes as she said, “I know what I did hurt you. But I did it for me and I don’t regret it. I am sorry that I did hurt you, though. So if all you want to be is my friend from now on then that’s fine, but don’t kiss me in dark alleyways and make me think differently then. That’s not very just-friends-behavior of you.”

She chanced a glance at him and saw the clear anger wash over his face before she looked away. Was she being silly? Maybe. But the fire erupting in her from the imprint felt oddly like rejection she had never known and it was making her dizzy and impulsive. There was a too long pause from Paul before she turned toward him and he shot back:

“Last I checked, you had a couple of friends that you didn’t mind hanging on and fucking around with.”

“Excuse me?” Maya shot back quickly, setting her champagne glass down with too much force.

“Oh, or is that different? Tell me Maya, what is acceptable friend behavior to you? Because I’m lost,” he was leaning forward with clear aggression on his face and Maya grit her teeth in response.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said through her teeth. Paul popped his eyes open a little wider.

“What about whatever the fuck his name is….Arden? Everytime I find you, his fucking hands are all over you. All over what’s mine. So excuse me if I was just treating you with the normal friend behavior I’ve seen other people use with you.”

“Fuck you,” Maya said loud enough that it echoed quickly around them. She swung around to stomp off but he lunged and grabbed her upper arm, whirling her around and leaning down so his face was level with hers. The fire in her met the fire in him.

“Try again,” he growled, his hand squeezing her upper arm lightly. Maya recovered quickly from being pulled around and narrowed her gaze to meet his before repeating with the full weight of her anger reddening her cheeks:

“Fuck….you,” she seethed enunciating each word with venom. A sick smile pulled across Paul’s face for a moment before he yanked her forward and let his lips crash down upon hers, sweeping the breath from her lungs. Maya let out a startled moan, her hands clenched into tight fists as she tried to pull back away from him for a moment.

But he snaked his arm around her waist and lifted her slightly, moving her across the floor until her back met with a cold marble pillar. Her mouth opened to his as if on instinct and she quickly dissolved into the mind numbing pleasure of his mouth moving across hers, his tongue pressing and tangling with hers.

Paul’s hand dropped to her ass and squeezed harshly, causing another moan to escape Maya’s throat. He pressed her harder into the pillar, grinding his hips against hers as their kiss deepened and pulled Maya further under in the haze of her imprint’s dominating presence. He caged her in against the wall, but there was nowhere Maya wanted to run to. Her hands loosened from fists into soft open-faced palms that roved around his chest, his shoulders, his waist. She wanted to feel all of him around her.

His steady, hot heat enveloped her senses, making her body hum with excitement. And her erratic heartbeat matched the excited shuddering of his body. There was nothing else but him in that moment and Maya let herself be momentarily swept away.

When he tugged her body away from his and held the back of her neck tight in his grip, she almost whimpered at the absence of his mouth on hers. She was deranged, off the rails with desire and she knew there was only one way to wipe her mind clean of it.

“Let’s get out of here,” he breathed, his voice husky and dark as his eyes held her gaze. Maya nodded without even realizing it and no sooner had she agreed than he was whisking her off down the stairs, tugging her along on the edge of the crowd and making as minimal eye contact as possible so they wouldn't be held up.

The most excruciating wait was for the valet to bring Paul’s car around. Maya clenched her thighs together and silently willed him to look at her so she could capture his mouth again, but he kept his gaze hard and focused out on the road, his arm tightly gripped around her waist, his own pulse racing wildly.

When the valet finally arrived with his Mercedes, Paul yanked the passenger door open and Maya climbed inside, suddenly realizing in the quiet of the car that she was still breathing hard. Once in, Paul quickly navigated them with unnerving precision onto the road and raced as reasonably as traffic allowed further down into Manhattan.

The car ride back was silent, the air between them electrified with tension and the only sound that Maya could hear was her own heartbeat drumming in her ears. Paul kept his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the wheel dangerously tight.

When Paul whipped the car into the drop off valet of a very fancy hotel, Maya’s eyes widened. She didn’t know exactly where he was taking her, but home was a pretty safe bet. Now she realized the error of her assumption. Before she could say anything, Paul had exited the car and handed the keys to the valet who nodded as if he recognized him. Shortly after, Maya’s door was opened and Paul was taking her hand and gently tugging her from the car.

There was no conversation between them, and Maya was thankful for it. Conversation would have distracted her from the thrumming between her legs that she was keenly hoping he would take care of once they were locked away behind his hotel door.

He steered her to the elevator and when the golden doors shut with a pleasing ping, Paul’s mouth found her neck. Maya instantly leaned her body into his, placing her hand on his chest as she leaned her head to the side to provide him more access. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he worked at that familiar spot he knew so well in the crook of her neck and Maya gasped as she felt his fingers ghost beneath her breasts.

The door pinged open a second later and Maya opened her eyes, clouded with lust. He didn’t meet her gaze before he pulled her along down the hall toward his room. He fished in his pocket for a half second before tapping the card against the reader and the soft beep was like music to Maya’s ears.

The room within was dark and Maya followed closely behind Paul as he lightly gripped her hand now. The door clicked shut behind them and Maya’s heart raced. The soft intimacy of a darkened room was all at once overwhelming. Maya’s breath shuddered and the haze began to lift as she realized where she was. What she was about to do. Paul turned after a second as if steeling himself to stay in control.

Maya’s pulse quickened as his gaze landed on her and she shifted in her heels. He took a solid step toward her and she fought back a tremble. His hands raised to rest on either side of her face and pressed his body softly against hers. Maya could feel his hardening excitement pressed against her stomach and she tried to quell the fluttering that responded in her belly.

He leaned down gently and kissed her gently, once, before leaning back just far enough to make eye contact as he said, “The only thing I need is you.”

Maya’s breath caught in her throat and in the next second, his mouth was on hers again, feverish and hurried, as his hands settled around the base of her throat and walked her back toward the bed.

Paul’s hands slipped down again, working quickly to slip the straps off her shoulders and unhooking the magenta, boned, bodice from her body. He groaned as he pulled the top away to reveal her naked underneath and cupped the mounds of her breasts in his hands.

A sharp gasp spilled from her mouth as he squeezed gently, moving his mouth down her neck, before kissing down her body and dropping to his knees. Maya rested her hands on top of his shoulders and looked down at him. He kissed between her breasts and unfastened her pants, pulling them down her hips and sighing in pure happiness. She couldn’t help but giggle softly as his kisses traced further down her stomach and he hooked his fingers beneath the flimsy white lace of her thong, before tugging them down her body. She stepped out and let him revel in her nakedness in the dark.

Her breathing came fast and deep as the realization of being touched like this for the first time in a year dawned on her. He gripped her hip and grabbed underneath her left knee, placing it over his shoulder, exalting in the way she dripped for him. Steadying her between both his hands, Paul squeezed the soft curve of her hips before dipping down and licking one long strip along her seam. Maya threw her head back and let her jaw go slack as a moan burst forth from her throat. Paul groaned deeply as he descended upon her like a man starved, lapping at every inch between her thighs. Maya held on for dear life as she rocked her hips forward to meet his mouth and when he sucked her sensitive nub into his mouth, she held back a delighted scream.

She was over the edge embarrassingly too soon, white pops of light bursting behind her closed eyes as she let herself go in a rush. Paul was eager to drink her down, dipping his tongue into her opening and feeling her pulse into his mouth. When her knees shook violently enough to lose her balance, Paul pushed gently against her hips and she fell back onto the bed with a soft thump.

Maya focused on finding her breath again as she brought a hand up to her forehead. He’d made her come undone in mere minutes—and now she was terrified of how he’d make her feel once he got inside of her. Maya opened her eyes and leaned up slightly to watch as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off onto the chair. Maya squirmed impatiently on the bed and bit her lip when he smirked at her, taking his time.

She was fit to explode again and here he was, unbuckling his belt slowly, the soft clink of the metal sending shockwaves through every nerve ending in her body. When he finally shed his pants and briefs, Maya could finally see just how hard he was for her. Her mouth watered and acting on instinct, she lifted herself up onto her knees and shuffled across the bed. Reaching her hands out, she grabbed him by the hips and tugged him closer before dipping her head without hesitation and taking his tip into her mouth, spreading the warm bead of precum across her tongue before hollowing her cheeks and urging him further into her mouth.

Paul let out a warning growl above her and placed his hand on the back of her head as he pushed his hips forward with controlled care, fucking into her mouth. Maya was lost in the sensations flooding her body, feeling him heavy and warm on her tongue, gliding past her lips as she tried to reach his base. There was no way she could manage all of him, but she tried, swallowing him down enough that his hand tightened into a fist in her hair and his moans blessed her ears with increased frequency.

The warm, velvety taste of him thrummed a terrifyingly pleasant response in her brain, throwing her into a plane of neediness that had her legs shaking. She squeaked out a small moan around his cock and Paul’s eyes widened as if hearing the answer to a question he’d been asking all his life.

Paul pulled Maya off of his cock in one swift movement and she gasped, looking up at him in heady confusion. He held her in place for just a moment, staring down at her in awe before leaning down, circling his hand around her waist and tugging her body across the bed quickly.

Maya yelped in surprise as her head hit the pillow and the controlled weight of Paul sunk onto her and pressed against her form for a moment. His skin sliding across hers felt like reigniting a brand of belonging between them and Paul lowered his face to kiss her with a need she echoed, arching her body between them.

Paul slid his thick thigh between her legs, urging her apart before sliding his hand down and letting his thumb tease her clit. Maya’s head flew back deeper into the pillow as she let out a whine and Paul took the opportunity to press soft bites and kisses to her neck.

She was still a wanting, gushing mess for him and heat flamed into her face once more as she rolled her hips against his thumb, grinding down, desperate for more.

“Paul!” she gasped as he touched just the right tempo against her, causing her to crest again. Paul groaned and bit down against her shoulder. Maya, in the waves of another orgasm, pressed against his shoulders, in an attempt to release the tension in her body that the heat of his body were exacerbating. With his other hand, Paul grabbed both of Maya’s wrists and slammed them down on the bed above her head as she keened and cried out again, her orgasm rinsing through her.

Just as her release was washing through her, Paul lined himself up to her opening and pushed in swiftly. Her eyes shot wide in surprise and a visceral pulse rocketed through her body, ending in a scream of relief.

Paul let out a feral groan that sent chills down Maya’s spine and she watched as his face melted into pure bliss as he slid to the hilt. The scream now spent, Maya’s mouth hung open as her breath came out in sharp bursts. Paul’s gaze finally lowered to meet hers and she felt every nerve ending buzz as he grinned that wolfish, possessive smile down at her.

“You okay?” he whispered breathlessly. Maya felt a quick tear rush down into her hair as she nodded, her mouth still open in shock and relief. Paul stayed buried in her and looked down at the space between them where they connected, letting out another moan that set Maya on edge. She’d never been this wound up before, as if she’d snap and dissolve right into the mattress at any moment.

Paul still gripped her wrists tightly above her head, keeping her place and Maya was thankful for the anchor. He used his other hand to grab her thigh and pull it up to wrap around his back. Then, with one last dark grin, Paul slid out to the tip and in one long languid stroke, he rushed back into her. Maya arched up in response as he dipped his head low to take her taut nipple into his mouth.

Every place his mouth touched was like an explosion of firework-like sensation, burning through her and causing her to spiral. He began to pump into her at a quick pace, blinding her with pleasure and squeezing her hip, her ass, her breast. Maya couldn’t move from his ironclad grip if she tried, but it didn’t matter. Every one of her senses was lost in him. Each guttural groan, the slap of his hips against hers, the huff of hard breath across her face as he worked in her sent Maya higher and higher.

And then, he shifted his angle, brushing against that spot within her that made her arch and whine with a sound she’d never heard come from her lips before. She clamped her lips shut around the sound of relief that erupted out of her throat as she felt her walls clamp down around him and try to pull him in deeper.

“That’s my girl,” Paul moaned, his eyes glued to where they met, watching as he disappeared into her again and again. “Give me another, baby.” His voice was warm, but commanding. Maya felt another scream come clawing out of her throat as his mouth bit gently around her breasts and he hammered into that sweet, sensitive spot in her again and again.

She’d die like this, happily. But it was almost too much, the pain of him stretching her open after a year apart without pause and the sweet coaxing of his hand, mouth, and hips pulling sounds and feelings that Maya didn’t think she was capable of.

His hand slid underneath her waist and lifted her hips up as he sank deeper into her. His thrusts were controlled, precise, and Maya was simply a mess. She rolled her head from side to side, her cheeks bright and flush with warmth as she teetered. Her nipples were hard and sore from Paul’s mouth tugging and nibbling at them, and a thin sheen of sweat covered her whole body making it easier for him to slide her body against him any way he pleased.

There was nothing Maya could do except take what he was giving her and give what she could back to him. She was babbling at this point: his name, curse words, promises, pleadings. All of it brought her crashing down again, her walls fluttering around him. He groaned in appreciation, kissing up her neck and across her face to her lips as she shuddered with release, her thighs a slick, sticky example of her uncontrollable lust for this man.

Paul's thrusts began to falter in their control as he slammed into her faster, deeper, angling her for his needs. Neither of them were in control and it didn’t matter anymore.

Maya’s hands had gone numb as he held her wrists tightly to the bed, but the tingling in her fingertips was nothing compared to the overwhelming drag of him sliding in and out of her at a brutal, finishing pace.

He leaned his head up to look into her eyes, letting out another moan of pure exaltation as he said in a low voice: “You’re still on birth control, right?” The slapping sounds of his hips almost drowned out the question.

Maya, lost in her glow, let out a soft laugh that made Paul grunt as she squeezed him. “Like you care,” she got out around a breath. Paul shook his head, letting a laugh roll from him now too as he looked between them again.

“You’re right. I don’t,” he admitted casually, before wrenching Maya’s body up and spinning her around so she laid on her stomach. He let go of her wrists and Maya felt the soft rush of blood return to her hands. Instead he pulled her hips up and slid into her fast from behind without bothering to spread her. Maya let out a low moan into the pillow and felt his hand land firmly on her shoulder, holding her in place against the mattress.

His thrusts found every soft, sensitive spot within her and the white lights that burst behind Maya’s eyes as her brain buzzed pleasantly, wiping all thoughts from her head except the feeling of him between her legs, was all that was keeping her present. His hips stuttered again, getting sloppier as he lost control and Maya reveled in the thought that it was her that caused him to lose it like this.

Another few hard pumps and he let out a loud moan, her name on the tail end of it, as he splashed inside of her. Maya screamed into the pillow as she felt him cum, her senses heightened by the shuddering tension wracking his body.

His grunts became more deliberate as he continued to pump into her after he was spent, slowing down only after his body sank over the top of hers.

“Fuck,” he breathed out as he pressed a line of kisses across her shoulder blades. Maya couldn’t open her eyes, exhaustion set deep within her, and the relief of her release pulling her under. She was circling the drain of her own contentment. Paul’s searing hot body sandwiched her gently into the mattress and nothing could have felt better in that moment.

She felt him slowly slide off of her to the side as he pulled out. Immediate warmth pooled between her legs as his load spilled out of her. Maya didn’t care—she couldn’t move, her entire body humming with electricity as if a switch in her had been turned on again after being out for far too long. Paul gently caressed her naked back, leaning to kiss the bite marks against her shoulder and neck he had left in his need to reclaim her. He swept her hair off of her shoulder and massaged the back of her neck tenderly.

It was all Maya remembered before she was pulled under into blissful darkness.

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Maya woke to sunlight filtering softly through the window. She blinked blearily, her brain not quite catching up with her body just yet as she tried to remember how it was she got home. If she was home, then last night must have been a tortuously delightful dream. Maya rubbed her eyes and leaned up onto her forearms, but a sharp pain pulsed through her, fading into a dull ache. Not a dream.

A soft shuffling next to her alerted her to the fact that she wasn’t alone. Maya turned her head over on the pillow and found Paul, fully dressed with his oversized leather weekender bag on the bed by Maya’s feet.

“Good morning,” he said softly, his low voice music to her ears. Maya hummed in acknowledgement as she took in her surroundings. She was still in his hotel room, and she was most definitely naked. Maya sat up no, wincing at the soreness in her lower body. She yawned and saw Paul chuckle.

“Where are you going?” Maya finally managed, her voice hoarse. “Jesus,” she whispered, holding the soft white linen sheet against her breasts. Paul looked up at her as he packed his iPad and chargers into his bag.

“I have to head back to La Push today,” he said it as if they did this song and dance all the time—as if she should know where he was headed. Maya blinked a few times, clearing the rest of the sleep from her brain.

“O-oh,” she stuttered.

“I arranged a late check out already, so feel free to hang out as long as you need,” he zipped up his bag and the sound of it seemed to ricochet loudly across the room.

“Okay,” Maya tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. Paul slung his bag over his shoulder and leaned on the bed to kiss her softly. Maya tentatively placed her hand on his jaw, feeling the soft bristle of his beard against her fingertips. When he pulled away, Maya felt the imprint in her wilt with disappointment.

“I’ll be back in the city in a few weeks,” he said softly, letting his eyes search hers for a moment. But Maya didn’t know what he was looking for in her. After another beat, he stood up abruptly and walked toward the door without another word. “Thanks again for coming with me last night,” he said mischievously as he turned around to look at her, “And for attending the event last night.” He winked at her before pulling open the door.

Maya heard the soft click of the hotel door close as her mouth hung open in shock.

“Bye?” she said aloud to no one. Maya placed a hand to her head to steady the dizzying effect of the emotional whiplash she just encountered.

What the fuck was that?

Next > >

#taking time #twilight fanfiction #twilight saga #twilight renaissance #the twilight saga #rosalie cullen #emmett cullen #the wolf pack #paul lahote smut #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote fanfiction #paul lahote #jacob black

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yourlocalmerchgirl · 9 months

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Let Me Comfort PT 1

Paring: Javier Penña x Reader

Word count: 9k

Summary: When you take a sort term job in Colombia to clear your head and have a fresh start you form a unlikely bond with you're DEA Agent neighbor and your life is changed forever

Warnings: Slow Build, Pining ,Mutual Pining ,Fluff Tooth-Rotting Fluff Falling In Love, fluffy Javier, protective Javier, Javier falling for you angst, mentions of being followed and fighting.

A/N: I’m so nervous to start posting this story because I know the fandom for Pedro and Javier Pena are strong but I’m so proud of it and am currently working on Part 2. Some slight elements are the same from the show but is mostly AU

You hadn’t been in Colombia long, about a month at this point. The last couple years have been a painful whirlwind for you and you took this job to get away from it all, hitting a reset button on your life.

Not that this was the ideal situation either, working as a part of the cleaning crew at the United States Embassy at the height of the war on drugs against Pablo Escobar.

The Embassy thankfully set you up with an apartment as part of your contract. It was in a smallish apartment building with only 3 other units not far from where the embassy was located. You hadn’t met any of your neighbors yet, all thought you often heard your neighbor having sex. Sometimes leaving for work or coming home you’d cross paths with someone of the women coming and going from his apartment, almost never the same girl but always exchanging friendly smiles and “hellos”.

“Hey, (Y/N) some of us are going to grab a drink after work if you’d like to come along?”

“Oh um…sure I’d like that!” You replied smiling

“We’ll meet in the lobby and walk down to the bar in 30” Kate said walking off to finish her tasks and change.

Your coworkers seemed nice, you hadn’t talked much but it felt nice to be invited. You hasn’t really made any friends since arriving in Columbia and mostly just kept to yourself.

You met your coworkers in the lobby and you all walked down to the bar, where you all ordered your drinks and grabbed a empty table. You sat there and made small talk with everyone, smiling and laughing along, trying not to be anxious about being out with new people.

“Thank you for inviting me, I’m going head to the market and then head home” you said, finishing your second drink before heading out.

You walked around the corner and headed to the market picking up some food for the week and some other toiletries that you needed.

You had more bags than you intended, but the walk back to the apartment wasn’t to far. As you crossed the street to make you way back home this man about your age approached and started talking and walking with you. The feeling of panic washed over you, it was dark at this point and he was insisting he carry your bags. He forced the bags from your hands and caressed your arm with his free hand. Reluctantly you walked to your place trying to get the man to leave you alone, he wouldn’t let up and followed you into the building. As you approached your apartment you pretended you couldn’t find your keys in your bag to stall as much as possible. This made him angry, he dropped your bags and grabbed your arm just above your elbow and squeezed , yelling mostly in Spanish but saying in English “unlock the door bitch”

You screamed “no” trying to pull away from him but he squeezed tighter and pulled you back, causing you to knock into your neighbors door.

You hear the lock on the door click and it swings open, a man’s deep horse voice shouts “ what the fuck is happening out here” as he opens it hanging half way out his door way.

“Fuck, fuck fuck” you mumble. You hadn’t even met your neighbor yet and this was going to be his first impression of you. Youre face flushed with fear and tears.

He sees the man your with is a local and the two men start yelling at each other in Spanish.

“I’m sorry” you whisper turning to the man. He takes one look at you and realizes your completely terrified and that the man you’re with has ahold of your arm. His whole demeanor changes as he slams his door shut and comes fully into the hallway. You notice right away the badge on his belt and then your eyes scan to the gun stuck in the front of his pants. He whispers “trust me”as he grabs your wrist and pulls you away from the stranger. He draws his gun and shouts in one swift motion. The guy takes one look at him and takes off, running down the hallway and out of the building.

You just stood there in complete shock staring at the floor covered in your things from the market, tears streaming down your face.

“Are you ok?”

Your trance broken, you quickly wipe the tears from you face, picking up your things.

“Y-yeah”

“Let me help you with those”

You wordlessly take the bags from him and unlock your door.

“Goodnight”

You turn to him with a blank expression

“Goodnight”

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It had been a few days since the incident and you were feeling less shaken by it all. The one thing on your mind was how you never actually thanked your neighbor for saving you, and that guilt was driving you crazy. I know what I’ll do you thought to yourself, I’ll make a big meal and bring him over a plate and say thank you and introduce myself. You loved cooking and baking and you haven’t done much of it down here while you were settling into your new life. Being one of your favorite things was putting on the record player and getting lost in the kitchen. It made you feel relaxed but also helped numb the sadness in your life. You dug around in your fridge and cabinets and settled on making pasta with Parmesan cream sauce with chicken and sun dried tomatoes and some cookies.

You made a nice plate full and wrapped it in tin foil and put some of the cookies in a container. You walked out to the hall way double checking your door, making sure it wasn’t locked before closing it and walking the little ways down the hall to his door. You knocked on the door and just stood there quietly thinking of what to say. After a minute you gave the door one more knock before realizing no one was home. Thinking quickly you shuffled back to your apartment, setting the plate down and grabbing a small piece of paper to scribble a thank you on it and taping it to the tin foil. You walked back over to his door and set the plate down in front of it then headed back to your apartment.

You let out a big yawn and stretched standing from the couch, turning off the tv. You make yourself a drink, put on a record and return to the couch to lay down. You take a big sip of your whiskey and soda, let out a big sigh as the sounds of David Bowie comes through speakers, filling the room and making you smile. You sink completely into the couch stretching out and completely relaxing. You sit up thinking you heard a faint knock at the door, pausing for a minute. You didn’t hear it again so you laid back down,!only to hear it again louder this time. You got up and walked to the door unlocking it but leaving the chain lock intact for it to only to open a crack. You peak out to see your neighbor leaning against your door fame, “Hi” He says waving your empty plate up for you to see.

“Oh! Hi hold on” you say surprised. Closing the door and opening the chain lock to open the door fully.

“Did you make this stuff for me?” He asks holding up the plate and the container that held the cookies his voice had a smooth deepness to it.

You smiled reaching up to take them from him. “I did, I wanted to say thank you for helping me the other night and figured it was the least i could do”

“That wasn’t nessecary, but thank you it was good”

You offer him a warm smile while taking the dishes.

“Im Javier…Javier Peña”

“Nice you meet you, I’m (Y/N)” you reach out your hand to shake his, he returns the smile and shakes your hand.

“I was coming over to see if you’d to come over and have a drink?”

You’re surprised by his offer and conflicted as to how to respond. He picks up on your hesitation but doesn’t let on that he does.

“Sure, I’d like that actually”

You return your gaze to him with a smile. “Just let me grab my keys and turn off my record player. Come in if you’d like, it’ll only take a minute.” He nods and follows you into your apartment. Letting the door close behind you two. “Sorry it’s a little messy it’s been along week” you say as your walking away from him towards your bedroom, he stops at your living room as you keep walking, enjoying the music and looking around at pictures on your wall.

You return with your keys and a sweatshirt and put them on your counter. He turns to you when he hears you enter the room again. “You like Bowie?” He says motioning yo the record player. As soon as he says it he thinks to himself what a stupid fucking question Javier. taking the record off the turntable and returning it back to its jacket you smile and nod looking at him “I do, he’s one of my favorites”

“Mine too” he reply’s holding your gaze.

He was in complete awe of you. He couldn’t take his eyes away from you, the way the dim light shinned on your face highlighting your smile and soft hazel eyes sent his head spinning. He had butterfly’s in his stomach, something that he had never felt with anyone before, and this scared him to his core. He broke your gaze walking past in to the kitchen….”ready to go” he says quickly hoping you didn’t pick up on his mood change. Really hoping you didn’t realize in that moment that you completely turned his world upside down.

You grab your sweatshirt and keys following behind him. He sees the sweatshirt in your arms as you’re locking the door. Rubbing the back of his neck he nervously gestures to it and says “you know I meant having drinks at my place not out right?”

“Yea I know, I just get cold easily sometimes so I figured I’d come prepared” you say with a small chuckle in your voice.

He makes a mental not of this comment, wanting to remember every detail he can about you incase you decided you like spending time with him.

He opens the door to his place for you and you both step in, him locking the door behind you both. His apartment is layed out about the same as yours and roughly the same size.

“ Make yourself comfortable I gonna change and I’ll grab us drinks”

You make yourself comfortable on the couch scanning around at the stuff in his living room, he didn’t have much on the way of pictures or anything about his life around. He has stacks of folders with papers filling them and empty glasses and a half full ash tray on his coffee table. A Tv and a VCR on a stand In front of the couch but not much else. He returns a moment later with two drinks in his hand and sits on the other side of the couch.

“You’re American I’m guessing?”

“I am”

“What are you doing down here?

“Oh, I work on the cleaning crew at the Embassy”

“You do? How come I’ve never seen you there before?” His tone sounds like he’s interrogating you.

“I usually keep to myself, I mostly clean of offices and conference rooms stuff like that after people are done with them. I’m also in charge of the supply rooms and make sure our team have the supplies we need. I mostly like to go unnoticed…so I don’t do the group cleaning jobs that the others do” you say looking down at your drink.

Changing the subject quickly you ask “are you American as well? do you work there too?”

“Not really but sort of, my team comes there sometimes for conferences, meetings and to use the file rooms to get more files and return ones we’ve taken”

“And yeah I’m American, my parents are both from South America. But I was born and raised in Texas. You never did say where you were from” he says raising a eyebrow

You chuckle” you know you sound like you’re interrogating me”

He chuckles and shrugs “well you don’t seem to mind because you keep talking to me”

“I guess one could say that” you say smiling looking up from you glass to realize he was looking at you intensely with his soft brown eyes. He notices you blush and looks away quickly.

“Most recently I’m from Boston” you say answering his question.

“Most recently?”he say puzzled by your answer.

You don’t want to elaborate but you realize your answer sounds sketchy.

“ I’ve moved around a lot the last couple years, trying to find somewhere that felt….that felt comforting I guess.”

“I-I’ve been through a-a lot” your voice shakes a little and you start to panic that you’re getting into a conversation you don’t want to have. He doesn’t let on that he notices but he does.

“But I moved out there with my best friend a little over a year ago, we share a place.”

“So what is it you do down here, I don’t believe you mentioned that”

“Oh look who’s interrogating who now” he chuckles smiling at you.

“Well you don’t seem to mind since you haven’t asked me to leave yet” you reply sarcastically smiling.

“Nah I guess your company isn’t terrible”he said smirking at you.

“Refill on your drink?” he asks, motioning to your glass as he stands

“Sure” you smile warmly as you meet his gaze as he reaches for your glass.

“Oh do you work with that Tall skinny blonde guy that’s at the embassy sometimes?”

We returns from the kitchen with the drinks. Puzzled he reply’s “you know Steve?”

“No not really” motioning to his badge on the coffee table. “I just recognized that you guys have the same kind of badges. He talks to me sometimes at the embassy, he’s come into the file room while I’m cleaning it before, usually makes small talk telling me about his wife. He seems nice.”

“Yea Steve is a good guy and a good partner. Glad to hear he’s nice to you, we’re both DEA Agents investigating Escobar.”

You sit up stretching your back with your arms over your head when your sleeve moves slightly and he notices the bruises on you’re upper arm. He reaches over and softly caresses the bruises catching you off guard.

“Are these from the situation the other night?”

You pull your arms down covering the bruises with your hand looking down into your glass of whiskey.

“Yes… they are, but they’re not from you pulling me away from him, they are from him grabbing me when you come out of your apartment.”

Silence filled the room for a moment.

“Y-You know you didn’t hurt me that night, I’m very thankful that you stepped in and pretty much saved me.”

“So what happened that night, is that guy your boyfriend?”

“He was a complete stranger, he was following me around the market down the street and insisted on carrying my bags for me because I was walking. He forced the bags out of my hands. I was really anxious and terrified so I went along with it because it was getting dark. When we reached the building he forced himself in the entry way. So I started acting like I couldn’t find my apartment keys as we were walking down the hall and that’s when he got really angry and grabbed me. I tried to pull away from him and that’s when I knocked into your door.”

“I hope I didn’t scare you more when I drew my gun on him.” He says staring down into his whiskey. “That’s the last thing I wanted do”

You reach over putting you hand on his shoulder, when you do he pulls his gaze up meet your. You had to admit there was something soothing about looking into his deep brown kind eyes.

“You didn’t scare me, in that moment I knew I was safe… or atleast I felt safe. I wasn’t scared of you at all.” You said giving him comforting smile. He puts his hand over yours for a moments giving it a squeeze.

You notice the time, it’s just past 12 am. You realize you’ve been here for hours. You stand up to stretch and yawn.

“ I should go, it’s getting late and I wouldn’t want to over stay my welcome.”

He stands and follows you into the kitchen as you put your glass in the sink.

“You’re welcome to stay over if you’d like”

Your both surprised by the offer. You feel your face heating up, you can feel your cheeks turning red and turn your gaze to the floor. Your showing a shyness that you hadn’t shown yet.

“T-Thank you for the offer but…but I can’t” your desire to stay and your need to throw up emotional walls competing.

“I’m im sor…” he cuts you off before you can finish. He places his large hand on your arm.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me and I’m sorry if I freaked you out.”

He pauses for a moment lightly rubbing his thumb pack and forth on your arm.

“ I would stay on the couch and give you the bed.”

In the moment you understand that he’s not trying to push you into sleeping with him. You give him a warm smile letting him know you understand what he means.

He would never admit it but he really enjoyed your company. Your nature was similar to his, you made him want to let his guard down and have a real conversation and and connection with someone. This was something he’s never experienced with anyone and that scared him. He Invited you to stay because he wanted to spend every moment he could in your presence because he was preparing himself for the strong possibility that you wouldn’t want to hang out again.

“Could I atleast walk you to your door?”

“Sure” you said trying to hid your huge smile.

“Thank you for the drinks, I had a nice time and it was nice to actually meet you outside of the circumstances of the other night”

“It was my pleasure” he said with the warmest smile. His striking deep brown eye locked on yours.

“ I know your work is busy and I image you don’t have a ton of free time but if you ever find yourself wanting some company you know where to find me.” You say turning to unlock your door and open it. You can’t see it but he has a huge smile on his face.

You turn back as your walking through your door.

“You know you don’t have to be afraid to smoke in front of me, I know you’ve wanted one all night, what do I look like some kind of prude?” You say chuckling and smiling at your joke he smiles and laughs back.

#pedro pascal #javier pena x reader #javier pena narcos #javier peña

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xsweetcatastrophe · 3 months

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You Broke Me First.

part 4.

Zoe managed to find her bearings, call an uber, and get home in one piece.

It was early afternoon by the time she got out of the shower. She took an extra long shower, staying under the hot water longer than usual. Nothing could make her feel clean enough after the night she had.

She stepped out and into a fluffy towel, and wrapped her hair up in a 2nd towel. She Ordered Chinese off UberEats, put lotion on her legs and put on the baggiest pair of sweatpants she owned. She pulled on an old Columbia T-Shirt, and started combing her hair. She made her way into the living room, lit a candle and grabbed her laptop and recorder. She placed them on the cushion next to her and grabbed her phone and her charger, setting up camp in the living room. By then, she received a notification her food had arrived. She settled back onto the couch with her laptop in her lap and a plate of chicken and broccoli on the coffee table in front of her. She pressed play on the recorder and took a deep breath.

Let's begin.

5 hours later, she was done.

She was proofreading for the 10th time, making sure everything was perfect. Believe it or not, she had a lot of material on her recorder. After a drink or two, he really opened up and became comfortable talking with her. He let his guard down and was candid, talking about his hesitations with taking certain jobs and his struggles adjusting to life under a microscope.

It was hard for Zoe to listen to, as what she heard on the tape recorder was not the asshole she woke up next to. The man on the recorder was just that; a man who had a very public job, but also had fears, concerns, hobbies, a family, etc. He was human. She learned about the man Cillian Murphy, Irish native who was a failed musician. Who likes to pour jalapenos on top of his popcorn. Who reads poetry in his spare time. And isn't that what Zoe went into journalism for? To learn and connect with people?

Zoe sighed and saved the doc and attached it to an email to her editor. Holding her breath, she typed a quick "Cillian Murphy Piece" in the subject line, and clicked send.

She exhaled. Done.

She rolled her neck, normally she would treat herself to a beer but her stomach churned at the thought. She grabbed her remote and turned on Netflix and selected Suits, picking up where she left off.

She took a bite of her food, now cold.

Ok, so maybe I slept with Cillian Murphy, She thought. Best case is, no one will ever believe it. Worst case is, people saw. and they do believe it.

"My life is a fucking joke" Zoe said out loud, to absolutely no one.

Zoe heard her phone go off, the notification she assigned for a new email.

Zoe assumed it was her editor confirming receipt of the email, like he usually does. However, she stared at her phone.

Something was nagging at her. An alarm went off in her head; this wasn't a confirmation. Her father always said trust your gut, and her gut - although currently a little bloated and full of Chinese - was never wrong. This wasn't a confirmation email.

She opened her phone and sure enough she had an email from her boss with the subject line "Tomorrow"

Zoe,

Just got an email that concerns you - can we please meet at 10am tomorrow? Ms. Hannah Woods will be joining us from Elite.

Thanks,

Donna

Who the fuck is Hannah? Elite? Elite what?

Zoe loved her boss, but she was so vague. She had a habit of talking about people as if Zoe knew them.

Was Hannah an employee? She opened up linkedIn and typed in Hannah woods. Zoe found her page - Hannah was a publicist at Elite Talent.

Zoe closed out LinkedIn and opened up google and searched Elite Talent, finding their page. She poked around the website, and found a list of publicists and their contact info. She found Hannah's and clicked on her. It brought her to Hannah's own page on the Elite Talent website, her picture filling her computer screen along with a little blurb about herself. On the side, it had a list of clients that she managed. Zoe's heart dropped.

Hannah was Cillian's publicist.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He told his publicist. Zoe thought, heart beating out of her chest.

"is this because I insulted your stupid Guinness??" She groaned out loud, her head in her hands.

Zoe begrudgingly responded to Donna's email, saying she'll be there.

Zoe slammed her laptop shut, stood up, and made her way to the kitchen.

So much for not drinking" she said out loud, grabbing a beer.

tags: @lau219

#cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy x reader #cillian fic #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy

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hoodedmenace · 2 years

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@mxttmurdock

If Matt Murdock is awaiting retribution, it takes a little over two weeks for it to happen.

For starters, Jason is still pretty pissed. The generality of the situation doesn’t make him mad, it’s the specifics. He’s slept with other capes before. Very briefly. Mostly one. One and a half. Anyway, that’s not the point. And the fact that he kind of gets where Matt is coming from isn’t the point either. The point is that he had every opportunity to say something and instead he chose a couple of rounds of the most incredible sex Jason has had in his entire, short little life, which makes it worse.

Because—how dare he! How dare he ruin that too!

In hindsight, it makes sense—Jason can only make guesses to Matt’s full list of abilities, if he can sense things without needing to see, well... his use of his hands and his mouth pretty much proved that.

Which brings Jason to the second point: he can’t stop thinking about him. And not even in the pleasant, nice kind of way that simply leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but in the sweaty, dream-obliterating, can’t function in the morning without jacking off kind of way. It’s the worst. It’s fully the worst thing that’s ever happened to him, second to the time the Joker beat the shit out of him and blew him up. But that’s neither here nor there. He avoids Dick in the morning like the plague, to the point where Dick nearly holds him hostage about it. They have a good laugh after Jason vents all of his violent frustrations out, because if Dick isn’t panicking about the situation, Jason isn’t going to either.

The problem is that he can’t do anything about it for a while. There’s midterms. And he’s a good student, he really is, and Criminology isn’t easy but it makes his brain work in all the right ways, so that makes for a good distraction. But then midterms are over and there’s this whole fucking heist with the Riddler and the Gotham subway, and a terrifying night of attempting to save multiple cars of trapped passengers while gaining speed over each failed answer. Jason is pretty sure that one makes the national news. He’s also pretty sure that Batman, for once, didn’t pull his punches when he finally found Riddler, to which he’s grateful for, but he doubts time in Arkham is going to fix anything. He’ll be in there for a while though, so there’s an upside.

In the middle of all of that, there’s a Wayne Foundation event in Tribeca, forcing the two eldest adopted Waynes to mingle with Bruce’s fresh ward. There’s an interview that gets recorded, a very pretty woman in a deep burgundy dress holding a microphone to his and Dick’s faces asking them about life as Gotham’s second-most eligible bachelors. Jason and Dick laugh like they’re being polite but really hate being asked this question, laugh like they’re so used to lying about it that it almost sounds like the truth, and then make some jokes about technically living in Blüdhaven and scuttle away scot-free.

So by the time Jason gets around to hacking into Columbia’s records, two weeks have definitely passed, but it gives him the opportunity to act and not really think about it. He finds Matt’s schedule easily. Cleans up as many of his little fingerprints as he can, though he’s sure nothing is truly that private on the Batcomputer, packs a small duffel, and guns it over the river to Manhattan. The thing is that if he waits too long, he’s going to lose his nerve, but if he does it now, he’ll have just enough time to catch Matt right before his last class for the day and... well—hope that the rest of it goes smoothly. His class schedule isn’t the only one he pulled.

He rolls up to Columbia like he goes there, except he’s sporting thick, heavy sunglasses he stole from Bruce that he’s sure cost more than some of the parking fees around the city, and a sweatshirt emblazoned with Gotham University across the front. It gets him some looks, but he makes a few jokes about it with a guy he runs into coming from the library, and asks for directions to the building he needs, cutting his wandering time in half. It’s a pretty campus, but he’s not here to linger. The halls are empty and his heavy boots squeak on the shiny flooring, but he finds the room he needs and parks his ass right the fuck down across from it, pulling a worn paperback from his bag to complete the look and fuck through the extra half hour he saved himself.

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Tecnical boy(smut)

DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE STORY (for the most part IS NOT MINE) CHARACTER CREDS TO AMERICAN GODS (Spoilers) 6300 words YES THERE IS SMUT !!!CONTENT WARNING!!! (Blood mentions (but not during the smut)) - male and female -switchy but M dom -spanking -edging -breeding _______________________________

The drive was quiet but not uncomfortably so, shadow moon and I had always gotten along great, he enjoyed my passive aggressive humor and he was a good friend. Once we arrived at her apartment we discovered the place in shambles the door locks had been drilled into and her belongings were scattered and blood splattered the walls. Shadow walked ahead of me looking around the room before he let out a scoff, "you have got to be kidding me." I walk over to him to see technical boy on the ground frantically trying to clean the blood off of him. He seems scared, confused, skittish. Before Shadow had gotten to deep in the realm of gods they had met. It had really messed him up, for weeks he'd wake up mumbling and gasping for air after the encounter. He never shared to much but he made it clear that he would remember it for a long time. "What did you do to her" he walked towards the younger man slowly, menacingly. Something about him seemed different, off. The kind nature seemed to have left him leaving a predator who just spotted it's prey.

"Nothing. I am here because of what that bitch did to me" he spat.

Shadow Moon picked up the boy and threw him at the wall. "I don't believe you"

I heard a buzzing to the right of me, I turn to see a phone on the ground.

Technical boy looks up at me and Shadow Moon grabs him by his shirt. "Wait wait wait wait" he says panic thick in his voice as he gets thrown against a wall.

The boy glitches and shakes in fear as Shadow Moon stalks over causing him to cower into the corner.

"What the hell his wrong with you?" Shadow moon backs off.

Technical boy rolled his eyes and shook his head as he stammers to his feet. "I told you, Beliquis fucked me up. I need her to unfuck whatever it is she did to me" he said weakly.

Shadow moon stepped towards him causing Technical boy to shoot his hands up flailing them, "ok ok ok! Stop it! I think I might have figured it out what went down here. I can show you if you give me the phone"

"So talk, fast" he nodded to me to give it to him.

"The last person Biliquis hooked up with here was Bill Sanders ... the Bill Sanders" he said weakly waving his hand at the tv.

The tv turned on showing a black van pulling up and a dozen men spilling out. "Turns out she sucked up one of the most powerful men in the US and his people want him back."

"Well shit" Shadow moon let out a heavy sigh glancing over to me. "Alright give the phone back"

The boy held up his hand the phone dissolving into his skin in the form of pixels.

Shadow backhanded him in the stomach sending him lurching over and crying out in pain. "I told you I need her help. I am coming with you"

"You fucking dipshit. whatever she did to you you probably deserved it. We will find her." He says gesturing to me.

We began to walk out before we heard a technical whirring coming from the boy. I turn to see him, his head tilted back his mouth wide open. A woman's voice could be heard.

"17 unread messages, first message; Hey dad I know you are getting my messages, everything okay? Call me please"

The boy groaned and growled stumbling onto the bar covering his ears. "Alexandra Sanders, his eldest daughter assistant professor at Columbia according to his contacts, now, she has left 10 voice mails, each more desperate than the last." The man winced in pain as his face distorted briefly.

"If Sanders had security detail so did the heirs that sprang from his loins. We lean on one of his daughters body men? They'll give us Biliquis" Shadow said surly.

Technical boy applauded, a sarcastic smile on his face, "gold star for Nancy drew"

Shadow Moon grabbed his head and slammed it into the bar.

"That's for lynching me peckerwood"

"I already apologized for that."

"Apology not accepted. Not now, not ever"

Shadow moon and I had to team up with technical boy because we had a common interest: finding Biliquis. He had a feeling she needed help and i figured he could use all the help he can get.

The three of us stood over the middle aged man bound in the alley.

"Great, great, a brick! And no bars. Whatever we are looking for you won't find it in that." Technical boy flailed the aged bit of tech in the air.

"We like our phones empty and dumb, like you 3 idiots" the man had a smug grin on his face.

"Where is she?" Shadow moon said.

The phone began to ring, technical boy glanced at the screen and answers it hesitantly. "Hello?" The boy scoffed and hands the phone to shadow, "it's for you " he hands the phone to Shadow.

"It's a secure line" the man says in disbelief.

"Well apparently not dickhead" he smiles at him, "Now shut the fuck up"

"Hello?... yeah?" Shadow rolls his eyes and walks a few feet away talking quietly.

Technical boy looks me up and down shifting his stance. "How do you know shadow?"

"How do you?" I said smugly.

Technical boy shivered and shook his head, "it's not important"

"Okay"

"Why don't you like me?"

"What have you done for me to like you?" I turn to him arms crossed.

The boy glitches slightly, "well" he stammers.

Shadow moon walks back over, "look there is no reason for this to turn adversarial. So just give us the location of where she is being held, you get to go about your business."

"Who are you guys?"

"Okay here is the deal, shithead. You are going to tell us what we need to know, or we are going to peel your fucking skin off with fucking kerosene. You dig? " Technical boy whisper yells.

"Kerosene? Seriously?" The man asks bored.

Shadow moon yanks the boy back. "I'm gonna need you to dial it back to about a 2. I'll handle this" Shadow holds technical boy by the neck talking him back over to the man.

"You really have no idea who you are dealing with. You ever hear the alien agenda? No? Cause you are so far out of your league, you don't even know what game your playing." Shadow elbows Technical boy hard in the head sending it flying back dripping pixels earning whimpers and glitches from the boy. The boy whines uncomfortably shaking himself back together.

"You better start talking or you're gonna see some shit that you really can't unsee"

"What's that stuff spraying out of his head?" The man said his voice panicky.

"You know what? Give him a taste" shadow moon steps back from Technical boy pulling me back with him. The mans gaze shifted between all of us his eyes wide and full of fear.

Technical boy twitched, a whirring noice coming from within him, the boy yelled a disturbing cry a surge of color and pixels irrupted from his mouth coating his body.

The man began to fall back before shadow moon grabbed his head and held it forcing him to watch.

Technical boy looked like he just stepped out of an old school video game, the colors and pixels danced across his skin like the northern lights. I was in awe but did my best to hide it. I had never seen something more beautiful.

"Ever been probed Mark? You know grabbed up by the greys, tall whites, you never remember a thing... but.. his kind.."

Technical boy made a loud distorted growl.

"Yeah. The shit you never forget... no matter how hard you try"

"We"ll start with the reproductive system" technical boy said eerily creeping his way over to the man. The pixels sunk back into his skin leaving him looking human again.

"No no no! Wait, wait, wait, wait! She's in Hoboken! She's being held um ... in the beholding behind the lumber supply.

"Let's go." Shadow moon said patting the man on the back.

I was in the store paying for gas and picking up some drinks from a cooler when technical boy came up beside me. "Why are you still hanging around him?"

"He is my friend" I say nonchalant deciding on a drink.

"Well Mr World could be a friend too, I'm sure he would be happy to have you in our ranks"

"I bet but let's set something straight shall we" I say slamming the door to the cooler. "I will never join him, or you, and I just so happen to find you and your boss corny as fuck. The only reason I am even associating with you right now is because we need your help to rescue Beliquis."

Technical boy raised an eyebrow, his nose and lip twitching. "If I was operating at full capacity you wouldn't be saying those things" he said through his teeth.

"Oh I wouldn't, Because you know me so well. You aren't scary kid you can surge and glitch all ya want but you couldn't and can't do shit to me"

The man surged dodging out of sight from the cashier, "I hate you"

I smiled at him and went to go pay for our snacks, I peer out the window to see shadow moon on the phone, he seemed upset.

I made my way out of the store bags in hand Technical boy close behind, "what's up?"

Shadow sighed, "my father, something is wrong with him."

"Shit. Do you want to head back?" I set the bags in the back seat.

"No!" Technical boy blurted. "I need her to undo whatever she did to me!"

"Don't get your panties in a twist, I'm not going back, not yet" he said smacking technical boy hard on the back. "Get in"

We drove for a few more hours, the compound was still about 12 hours away and none of us were in a position to safely drive the car so we decided to stop at an inn and rest up for a bit.

We had to share a room but luckily there were 2 beds. Shadow moon had decided to go to get food across the street leaving me with nerd bot.

I quietly read a magazine in bed trying to relax when Technical boy decides to turn on the tv and turn it all the way up. "Can you not?" I say irritated.

"No" he said in a matter of fact tone.

"Turn it down!"

"You!"

I chuck the magazine nearly hitting his head.

"You missed bitch"

I sat up quick, "do you exist to irritate people?"

"Just you" he smirked.

"Turn. it. down."

"Aw or what? You going to get your bulldog to throw me?"

"That would be very entertaining but I can handle myself"

"Against a god?"

I stand walking over to him, "I am a goddess you rat"

The boy laughed, "of what being a side piece?"

I slapped him hard across the face causing him to glitch. He stood up from his chair "Don't touch me"

"Fuck you" I shoved him back into his seat and walked over to the tv turning it off.

When I turned he was behind me, his face angry and glitching. He grabbed my throat squeezing cutting off my air. "Listen here princess I don't know who you think you are but you are not going to talk to me like this. I will have you wiped of this plane faster than you can say 'help me mutt' got it?"

My life started to flash before my eyes, technical boy sighed deeply. "Interesting.. a goddess of reality"

I shoved him off struggling to catch my breath, "what was that?"

"I downloaded your memories, what a cute life you had" he said mockingly. "I never would have guessed that's how you used to be"

"Shut up"

He stalked his way over to me, "you are like a little mouse so small and fragile... surrounded by snakes and hawks"

"You pack quite a punch little mouse.. so why aren't you swinging? Hm?"

I felt my heart sink.

"Why is a goddess like you hiding?"

"I'm not.. I don't know what you are talking about"

"Oh right, because if either party knew how big of an asset you are they'd want you to fight for them. And why don't you want to fight mouse?" His face was an inch away from mine. His light blue eyes stared into mine I would say he was looking for something if he didn't already know everything he needed to.

I felt all my boldness slip away, I felt like an ant under a magnifying glass his gaze like the sun burning a whole into me. I felt like a scared little mouse. I glanced at the door hoping Shadow Moon would bust in any second, but he didn't. I felt like I was unable to move, I froze just like I had then, what was the point of all this power if I didn't have the balls to use it.

The god laughed, "yeah, okay, well we will have to work on that won't we"

"we are not doing anything"

"Oh Don't think so, see if you don't I will tell everyone what you are and where you came from. Oh! Let's see how they feel about the fact you knew about everything" he said through his teeth.

"You could have prevented all of this.. all of that death."

I felt the tears swell in my eyes, "I tried" I said weakly.

"No you didn't because if you did it wouldn't have happened" he yelled.

He backed away from me glitching violently as he paced. "You know I am only fighting this war to make my father happy, He is fighting for survival, what do you fight for? It's fun? You think this shit is fun? Is this how you pass the time?"

"I tried to help!" I yelled.

Technical boy yelled over me,"No!"

I turned away from him, warm tears ran down my cheeks.

"Stop that" he spat

I got up from the bed and walked to the opposite side of the room.

His eyes followed me closely, "do you know what's wrong with me"

"I thought you already knew everything boy genius" I said weakly.

"Just the basics" he shrugged.

I scoffed, "I do actually"

He rushed over to me, "what is it?" His voice sounded desperate and scared.

"Fuck you!"

The man groans and slammed his fists into the wall either side of me causing me to jump.

"Fine!" I yelled. "They are fucking emotions you nutcase" I spat.

He looked at me confused and swallowed hard, "that's not possible... I am not" he trailed off. "You are lying she... Beliquis, she broke me!"

I shook my head, "no but you are making it worse"

He brought his face closer to mine and whispered, "what do you mean"

"Trying to suppress them" I said softly.

I could see the gears grinding in his head trying to comprehend what I was saying. He looked me in the eyes for a moment before quickly turning and walking away from me.

"Did you not have them before?"

He shook his head.

I laughed a little, "no wonder"

He glared at me, "what?"

"No wonder you are such a dick you had no emotions ... like guilt or empathy or sadness."

The boy rocked on the bed. "What do I do?"

"Well nothing you just have to let them happen" I took a seat next to him.

He shook his head violently. "No it's to much"

"Not all emotions are uncomfortable"

His eyes snap to mine, "what do you mean"

"Well there is joy and happiness and peace and love"

The boy scoffed, " That's for children and hippies."

I turned towards him, studying him.

His blonde hair messy and disheveled, his blue eyes filled with worry and uncertainty. He caught me looking and I saw his breath hitch followed by a glitch.

"What was that?"

"Fuck if I know" he scoffed locking his gaze on the ground.

"Well describe it"

"I got this .. weird feeling in my stomach and my heart started beating faster and I .." he trailed off.

I felt my face go red. He glanced at me worried, "what, what is it?"

"Uhm" I trailed off. "Do you think I am pretty?"

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, his face going red, "no! What a stupid question"

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well you are not ugly" he mumbled.

"Well it could be your .. body telling you that" I glanced around the room looking for something to do.

"Ew" he said abruptly.

I gasped and slapped his arm.

"Well no offense it's just that I find that weird..." he said quietly.

"Find what weird? Thinking I am pretty?"

"Yeah, cause I also cannot stand you" he said flatly.

I rolled my eyes, "glad we are on the same page."

"You... also thought I was pretty" he said smugly.

"What?" I blurted.

He smirked, "back at the ally"

"Well I had never seen anything like it .. it wasn't because it was you"

"Yeah sure"

"Okay nerd bot" I stand up.

"What did you call me?"

I lean over him using his legs as support. "If you are so disgusted by me" I whisper into his ear. "Why do I make you nervous?"

Technical boy gulps glitching hard, "you don't"

"You are a bad liar" I smile. "Sooo can you only read my mind when you touch my skin?"

He nods hesitantly.

I smirk and run my hand up his thigh over his jeans, his body ripples with glitches as I do. His eyes locked onto mine a slight eagerness there.

"What are you.." he trails off.

I run my hand up his chest and softly push him onto the bed climbing on top of him. His breathing starts to pick up as I run my hands up and down his body. His eyes close as he swallows hard.

"Have you ever been touched like this?"

He shook his head no.

"What are you feeling now?"

He stammers as his body glitches.

I climb off of him and climb into the other bed grabbing the magazine on the way. I hear the door handle rattle before it opened and shadow moon strolls in with a paper sack. He dumps the bag out on the entertainment center to reveal a handful of burgers.

"Eat up we are heading out in an hour"

Technical boy gets up and rushes to the bathroom without a word.

"What was that about"

I roll my eyes and shrug, "who knows, kids a nut"

We sat outside the compound coming up with a plan. "Why don't you do your thing" Shadow Moon said wiggling his fingers, glancing at Technical boy.

"My thing" technical boy spat.

"You know the little thing you do. Take down the cameras and hack the mainframe or something"

"Do you think if I could do any of that shit right now I would need you idiots?!"

"Keep talking shit and I'm going to start beating on you too" I mumbled.

Technical boy sat back an angry expression on his face.

"Alright, you 2 stay here I'm going to scout out the area and see what's up we may have to take out a few guards"

I half assed saluted and he got out of the car and wondered off.

Technical boy climbed into the front seat. "What the fuck was that"

"What was what?" I said avoiding his gaze.

"You know damn well"

"I had to get you back for man handling me" I glared at him. "And if I'm honest I don't think that was enough" I smile apologetically.

He stammered, "no!"

"No? You didn't like it?" I pouted.

"I-"

"Mhm, well okay no does mean no. I will not do it again but I am going to actually get you back"

"How?"

"I may just beat your ass, who knows"

He grew silent as he stared out the front window deep in thought.

"I don't like the way you make me feel" he says after a while.

I scoff, "I am sorry?"

He glances over at me. "You do make me nervous"

I look over at him.

"I remember the first time I ever saw you I felt it"

I felt my cheeks heat up. Does he not know what he is saying?

"And back at the motel... I have... done things but"

"Okay!" I blurted. "What is this about? What are you saying?

"I don't know really" he sighed resting his head on the seat. "I just know you are different. It's probably because I hate you."

"Gee thanks"

Shadow moon eventually comes back and gets us. We make our way to Beliquis' cell and find the door wide open, the room full to the brim of water. It was not physically possible the water should have spilled out taking us with it but it didn't. We saw something moving in it, coming closer.

"Oh no" I heard technical boy mumble.

I turn to see him running away. Without thinking I run after him.

"Hey!" I yell.

Technical boy turns, he is breathing heavily and seems almost manic. He was glitching harder than he ever had before. I made my way over to him slowly, "are you okay?"

"Wait!" I hurried after him.

He disappears around a corner and by the time I make it I don't see him anymore. I stop to catch my breath when someone comes up behind me and grabs me shoving me into the wall.

"Why are you following me?!" Technical boy yells.

"I wanted to know what your problem was you dick!"

"I am going home to figure out what is wrong with me"

"Isn't that days away from here?"

He breathes heavily as he is starting to panic.

"Hey hey, I can get you there"

"What do you mean"

I hold out my hands, "trust me"

"Fuck no!"

"Fine then, rot" I turn sharply.

"Wait!"

I turn on my heal a big smug smile on my face.

"Fine" he says annoyed and holds out his hands.

I take his hands, his skin is soft, I run my fingertips up his hands then wrists then forearms. His arms were vainy and looked strong. I caught myself and looked at technical boy who had a shocked expression on his face.

I took a deep dismissive breath in and closed my eyes, we were engulfed in a cloud of black smoke and when it dispersed we were in what looked like a giant motherboard.

Technical boy yelped and looked around frantically taking in his surroundings. "You mean to tell me you could teleport this entire time?"

I nod blankly.

He pinches his nose bridge and shoves his way past me making his way to a large control panel.

"Run diagnostics"

"It appears you are malfunctioning" a robotic voice responds.

"No fucking shit! Why?" He yells

"Can you explain what is happening?"

He sighs deeply, " I get these feelings, my heart starts pounding my hands get sweaty I get a weird feeling In my stomach"

"It sounds like emotions"

"No!"

"Emotions are a natural instinctive state of mind from ones circumstances, mood, or relationship with others"

"I know what they fucking are and I am telling you there is no way!"

"To find out what is happening please insert artifact 1"

"The fuck is that?!" He slams his fist on the panel. "Fuck!"

I flinch from the noise. "I already told you-"

"Shut up!" He yells. Technical boy turns glitching wildly. "You make it worse! Just shut up!"

I walk over to him, "suppressing them makes it worse" i say quietly.

He glares at me.

"Maybe figuring out how you actually feel will help"

He sighs deeply. "the only time it gets really bad is when I am attacked or ... when" he trailed off. "Back at the motel but it was different"

"Well being attacked is scary.. maybe you got scared?"

He shrugged, "and the motel?"

"Well what was going through your head?"

He paused for a moment, "I felt really good and tingly but angry that it was you that made me feel that way.. but I didn't want you to stop"

I felt myself blush and nodded.

"Well?"

"Oh uh.. I guess I was turning you on?"

"What like... horny?"

I walked away from him, the conversation getting to awkward, "I guess"

I looked around the ceilings were high and the end of the row seemed a mile away, our voices echoed off of the concrete.

"Do you ever feel that way?"

"Sometimes"

"When you touched me in the ally I felt it.. but it wasn't mine"

I felt like my words got caught in my throat. I'll admit I wouldn't have minded had things escalated in the motel in that moment but I know I'd also be angry with myself if it had. What would that say about me?

"Hello?

"Uhm, so? It just happens sometimes"

He put his hand on my shoulders and turned me around. He looked deeply into my eyes as he ran his fingertips gently down my arms, my breath hitched. He grabbed my hands and a rush of images flooded my head. Thoughts about what I really wanted to do in that hotel room, and in the car, even right now. A part of him made my blood boil but the other half just wanted to ruin him .. to be ruined by him.. and now he knows.

I saw the look of disbelief on his face. I yanked my hands away and started walking the opposite direction. "I told you to stop doing that" I yelled.

I hear him running up behind me and my shoulders tense. He grabs me again and I feel myself spin around but before I could register anything else I felt his soft lips on mine. Images of sparks and fireworks filled my mind, bright colors filled my eyes. I kissed him back almost involuntarily my arms went over he is shoulders, my hand finding it's way to his hair running my hand through it. The kiss was hungry and desperate, he wrapped his arms around my waist pressing me into him. I could feel the heat from his body and I craved it.

A groan escaped his lips and he ran his hands up my sides to my face. He softly traced his thumb over my cheek till eventually his hand found my neck. His rings cold against my skin as he squeezed lightly.

"Fuck I want you so bad" he groans.

I run my hands up his chest and start unbuttoning his shirt, he starts to lift mine up and I hold my arms up to make it easier.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks me up and down, "you are perfect" he whispers.

I feel my face heat up as I guide him to the floor getting on top of him. He smirks up at me and I kiss his neck, trailing small kisses from his jaw to the nape of his neck. His breath hitches as I bite him softly. I find his sweet spot sucking and licking softly leaving a small hickey earning a moan from him. I eagerly squeeze my legs together already wet for him.

I run my hands up his now bare chest, I lick and kiss my way to the hem of his boxers. I look up at him as i unbuttoned his jeans and wiggle them down, he lifted his hips to make it easier. "Fuck" he mumbled, watching me intently.

I kiss his bulge over his boxers palming him softly causing him to groan. I bring myself up to look him in the face. His eyes were wide and needy, he squirmed beneath me. I planted a kiss on his soft pink lips as I began to softly grind on his bulge, earning a gasp and moan the both of us.

He whined into the kiss as I grind faster becoming more needy myself. My hand snaked it's way to his neck squeezing tightly, Technical boy's eyes rolled back bucking his hips into mine desperately. I wanted to ruin him, make him a whimpering babbling mess beneath me, and at this rate it wouldn't be very hard. I had honestly expected more of a fight.

I make my way back down to his boxers tugging them off, his hard cock springing out at me. I bite my lip to hide my excitement.

I kiss the tip of his cock before licking from the base to the tip causing technical boy to shiver, his breath hitching and unsteady. I take his cock in my mouth, sucking lightly as I lick circles. A long groan escaped his lips, "my god"

I smile to myself as I work his cock with my mouth earning moans from the man each louder than the last.

"Fuck! Wait!" He gasped.

I lift my head of him causing a loud pop. "Yes?"

"I thought i was gonna..." he said catching his breath. "That felt really good" His dick twitched beneath me, I watched it eagerly.

"You we're gonna cum" I said more like a question.

"Yeah" he said.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

He nodded eagerly, "please"

I smiled at him taking his cock in my hand stroking it slowly, rubbing the tip across my tongue before taking it in my mouth again. His moans continued as I pumped his cock. I felt it twitch and pulse and knew he was getting close again, so I stopped.

"Wha?" He whimpered.

I crawled over him so our eyes met, "remember when I said I was going to get you back?"

His expression changed as the realization hit, "you wouldn't"

I nodded biting my lip, "but I would" I said, false sympathy thick in my voice.

He sat up his body pressed to mine, his cock resting on my thigh. "Fine. 2 can play at that game, pretty"

He kisses me hard, his hands wonder my body before one settles in my hair the other palming my boob under my shirt. I kiss him back grinding on his thigh moaning softly.

He lowers me onto my back holding himself up above me. My gaze lowered to his cock swinging occasionally grazing my stomach. He sees this and grabs my face so my eyes meet his, a big smile on his face. "Not yet" He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, my boobs spilling out.

"Wow" he mumbles as he kisses around my chest before taking a nipple into his mouth sucking and licking gently.

I moan, my back arching pushing my body into him only making him push it back down almost harshly. "Stay still" He made his way over to the other boob and gave it the same treatment as the first.

I felt him push his thigh into my crotch causing me to moan. He kissed down my body just as I had until he made his way to my pants taking them and my underwear off in one motion. I gasped at the cold feeling exposed.

He leaned back eyeing me up and down, a soft blush crept across his cheeks. "You really are a goddess" he said quietly.

Now my cheeks were the ones going red. He ran his fingertips across my thighs, studying me, taking me in. He then replaced his fingers with his lips scattering soft kisses causing the heat between my legs to grow hotter.

He placed his hand on my mound running his thumb up by slit softly earning a moan from me. "You are so wet" he said quietly watching intently as he played with me.

His thumb traced circles around my pussy occasionally running over my clit causing me to moan louder. He caught onto this and started to focus on my clit. My back arched and my moans grew needy as I felt the pleasure swell and grow bringing me closer.

He lowered his face to my pussy, I could feel his hot breath teasing me before planting a kiss on my clit. I gasped from the sensation.

Technical boy then licked up my slit softly, I shuttered squeezing my legs together eagerly.

He grabbed each of my thighs, spreading them slightly. "Be still" he demanded. His voice sounded darker, full of lust and need.

I nodded doing my best to remain still as he licked my pussy curiously exploring it, I moaned in response. My eyes roll back as he begins to suck my clit softly, "yes" I mumbled.

He hummed a 'mhmm' as he sucked causing subtle vibrations to rock through me, my breath hitched as I felt that familiar knot form in my stomach. I run my hand through his soft blond hair before grabbing a chunk earning a moan from him.

He started sucking and pulling away quickly causing my climax to build much faster. My moans grew desperate until they devolved into whimpers, I was on the edge.

And then I heard a slap followed my a sharp pain in my thigh, I gasp and whine opening my eyes to meet his. He had a smug smirk on his face, "not so nice is it"

"I didn't hit you!" I whined.

He brought himself up so we were face to face giving me a kiss, "you wanted to"

I squirmed impatiently rolling my eyes.

Technical boy tilted his head as he looked at me, "stop moving" his voice monotone, impatience clear in it.

I stopped squirming and squeezed my legs together sending a wave of pleasure through me.

His hand wrapped around my throat, "can you not follow directions?"

I nodded eagerly.

Technical boy smacked his lips, "I don't think you can" He sat up and grabbed my hips flipping me over. He pushed my back down so my ass was in the air, my pussy on display for him.

I felt his hand connect with my ass causing a loud echoing smack. I let out a cry.

"Please!" I whined.

"Please what?" He said flatly followed by another slap. I felt my pussy grow wetter, my juices dripping out of me. "Fuck" he mumbled.

"Please fuck me" I whined.

I felt his body press up to mine, his dick lay on my back.

"As you wish" he whispered.

I felt his body leave mine then I felt his dick slide up and down my slit, coating it in my juices before he slides in slowly.

We both moan in pleasure as he fills me up. "Fucking gods" he gasps. "You feel so good"

I whimper in response fighting my urge to wiggle my hips or fuck back into him.

He starts pumping into me slowly his hands grip my hips tightly pulling me onto him. I gasp and moan as he fucks me, his balls slapping against my clit. He starts to pick up the pace pumping into me harder. His moans are like music to my ears filling up my senses, my body tingles with pleasure as I feel him twitch within me.

I feel him brush up against that special spot causing me to whimper and moan louder. I grew more desperate for release as he pounded into my pussy hitting that spot again and again.

My eyes rolled back and for a moment I felt as though I could melt, I saw stars. I moaned desperately after each thrust, I never wanted it to end.

I felt him reach under me and play with my clit, rubbing circles around it keeping in pace with his thrusts.

His moans became more breathy as he got closer, I felt his dick twitch and pulse as his thrusts got more sloppy.

I felt that knot form in my stomach, my pleasure rising slowly until we came together.

I gasped and cried as my body shook and twitched, my pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock as his warm seed filled me up.

He groaned loudly, he held my back down as he pumped into me a few more times before pulling out and collapsing next to me.

"Holy shit" he says trying to catch his breath.

I turn to face him and smile breathing heavily, "yes, holy shit"

He looked at me and chuckled, "I never..." he began. "I never thought it would be that good... now I understand why humans loose their shit"

I laugh, "that good, huh?"

He looked at me concerned, "was it not good for you?"

"No! It was! I loved it" I said turning to my side supporting my head with my arm. "You know you didn't glitch once"

He furrowed his brows and stared off into the room, "I didn't, huh"

I smiled and nodded.

"I guess emotions aren't that bad" he said more like a question.

"Sometimes they can be ... but if it ever gets to much I... You can talk to me, okay?"

He smiled big and nodded, "thank you"

I nodded and scooted closer to him resting my head on his chest, I could hear his heartbeat, it was accompanied by a buzzing.

He ran his hand through my hair as we drifted off to sleep.

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