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One-Of-A-Kind

Enamoured by the sight of his bite marks on his wife's neck, Gavin has an idea for something unique to show that she belongs to him, something entirely one of a kind

Pairing: Gavin Bai x MC (Rowan) Tags: 18+ readers only, light sub/dom dynamics, unbearably horny Gavin, light bdsm, collaring, f!receiving blow jobs, possessive Gav, soft dom Gav, vaginal sex, fluff at the end I swear I SWEAR taglist: @aluneposting

The touch of Gavin’s fingers had been soft as he’d brushed their calloused pads across Rowan’s collarbones, a little line forming between his brow as his eyes had fallen to the hickies that dotted her neck.

He hummed, deep in thought as he trailed his finger over a line of them, pausing as his thumb brushed over the deep in the middle of her collarbone.

“Rowan,” he said, his voice measured and slow, soft as spun sugar.

She hummed, already half asleep, the warmth of the bed sheets tucked around her flushed skin making her drowsy. Steam from their bath wafted from the open bathroom door, filling the bedroom with the smell of lavender and rose and eucalyptus and all the sweet smelling things Gavin always let her use in their baths together.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair back from her cheek. “Pumpkin, are you asleep already?”

She nodded, rolling onto her side so she could bury her face against his chest, his skin still warm from the bath. “You smell really nice, babey.”

He snorted, the hand at her neck sliding up to cup her cheek. “Thank you, although you’re the one who picked out the soaps.”

“Mmm, I have really good taste.”

“The best taste.”

She sighed. “I love you, babey.”

He chuckled. “I have to ask you something important, sweetheart. Do you think you can stay awake for a few more minutes?”

She cracked one eye open, peeking up at him. “I can do my best, babey.”

He traced her collarbone, his brow furrowing. “And know that you can say no if you want to.”

She opened both eyes now, pushing past her fatigue to give him her full attention.

His cheeks were flushed a soft pink, his ears already crimson. “Well I wanted to try something, if you’re comfortable with it.”

***

Months passed after that initial conversation, and it had faded almost entirely from Rowan’s mind, despite how much time Gavin had been spending in the garage since then.

Their garage was big enough for Gavin to set up a dedicated space for some of his craftier hobbies, and he usually kept most of his tools for jewellery making out there.

And yet, despite how many trips he’d made to the craft store, and how much time he’d been spending hunched over his worktable, Rowan had almost completely forgotten why exactly he’d been working so diligently over the last two months.

It was still morning, soft golden light bleeding through the drawn curtains, casting rosy light across the bed as Rowan cracked open her sleep-heavy eyes.

Gavin was already wide awake, propped up on his elbow, a box wrapped in ocean blue wrapping paper lying on the pillow between them.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice still heavy with sleep. “Babey, why are you up so early?”

He shrugged. “I wanted to get my morning workout in.”

She rolled her eyes, tugging the blanket up over her head. “You left me?”

He chuckled. “I had planned to go out, but you looked so cute I couldn’t stand leaving you.”

She peaked out from beneath the blanket. “Well I’m glad you stayed, I love waking up next to you.”

He sighed, leaning down to kiss her. “I love waking up next to you.”

She smiled blissfully, bubbly delight spilling through her veins like champagne.

“Are you going to open your present?” Gavin asked, his eyes glittering with mischief.

She narrowed her eyes, her focus shifting to the neatly wrapped package. “What is it?”

Gavin hummed, his eyes twinkling, the tips of his ears pink, as he pushed it towards her. “Open it and find out.”

She slipped her hands out from beneath the blankets, dragging the box towards her and back underneath the sheets.

Gavin snorted, trying to pull the blankets back. “What are you doing?”

“Saving it for later,” she mumbled, struggling to keep the blankets up. “I want snuggles right now.”

He grinned as he managed to wrestle the sheets away from her, pulling them back to reveal where she’d hidden the box. “You can have snuggles in a minute.”

Rowan tried pulling the blankets back up over her, but all her attempts were futile against Gavin’s iron grip.

She yawned, plucking the little package from where she’d tried to hide it, playing with the golden ribbons that had been tied around it. “It’s so pretty though, I don’t want to ruin it.”

“I promise that what’s inside is far prettier.” He hummed, leaning down again to trail kisses along her jaw. “Although nowhere near as pretty as you, pumpkin.”

She giggled, his breath tickling her skin, her fingers sinking into his hair as his lips moved to her cheek, to the corner of her own lips.

Gavin bumped his nose against hers, cupping her face with one hand. “Will you open it? It’s one-of-a-kind, just for you.”

She nodded, warmth washing over her as Gavin’s soft, honey-sweet words danced through the air. As he watched her with his starlit eyes, with that sweet little smile curling across his lips.

How could she ever say no to him?

She sat up, tearing the wrapping paper away to reveal a plain brown box. She lifted the lid, revealing two necklaces on delicate silver chains.

The first chain was longer, about as long as the chain Gavin’s tags hung from, with a small silver key attached. It was simple, with no intricate designs or shapes on the handle.

The second chain was shorter, and Rowan figured it was closer in size to a choker, with a delicate pendant that was likely meant to rest at the collarbone. This one was slightly more intricate than the simple key, with an array of curving, interlocking lines, the way they curled over each other reminiscent of the way the wind moves through the trees. Cerulean blue gems had been embedded in the spaces between the lines, like fragments of the sky. 

There were four blue gems in total, glittering as they caught the rosy sunlight that managed to sneak through the curtains, casting rainbows across the messy blankets. But there was a fifth space in the centre, and in the place of a blue gem was a golden one, smaller than the others, seeming to hover between the curved silver lines with nothing fixing it in place. As if the wind alone held it in place.

It was the colour of Gavin’s eyes, the gold of starlight, of summer sunbeams washing over ocean waves, of melted gold, of gingko leaves in the autumn. The colour of joy, of what she imagined love looked like, if it could be made tangible.

She ran her fingers over the little gem, smiling softly, because of how much it reminded her of him. Because of how warm it made her feel, happiness bubbling in her heart, the same gold of this little gem, of his eyes.

On the other side of the necklace was a small lock mechanism, which Rowan quickly realized fit the key from the other chain perfectly.

She flushed instantly, heat racing across her cheeks and down her throat as the realization struck her.

Gavin had asked her, months ago, on a night when he couldn’t stop staring at her throat and the bite marks he’d placed there, about what she’d thought about wearing a collar. For him. Something subtle that only he would really know about. Something that would show that she was his.

Her face had burned then the way it did now, and she felt as though she would catch flame. Her core grew tight, and she felt warmth blooming between her legs as she looked at the collar, at the key, up at Gavin’s twinkling eyes.

She set the collar back into the box, nestled between crumpled pieces of tissue paper. “Gavin, it’s beautiful.”

The little smile that had danced across his face blossomed wider, turning into a dazzling grin that stole her breath away. It was so open, so clearly delighted and pleased with her response, with himself.

Gavin brushed her hair back from her face, his eyes brighter than starlight now. “It’s one-of-a-kind, nothing else like it exists.” His voice grew lower, rougher, and he leaned forward to catch her lips in another kiss. “Just like you.”

Her eyes fell closed without thought, her mind already gone as she felt his fingers thread through her unkempt hair. She tipped her head back, wanting more, wanting him. She felt heat and tension blooming in her core, felt a wetness pooling between her legs already.

He was just so sweet, and it took so little for her to melt in his arms. He was her husband, her Gavin, how could she not?

“So what do you think, pumpkin?” He asked, his eyes meeting hers as he pulled away. His cheeks were flushed the same soft pink that stained the sheets from the morning sunshine, and it made her heart stumble, made her feel like there were butterflies in her stomach, in her chest.

She looked back down at the box in her hand, the wrapping paper crumpled and strewn across the pillow. She looked at the silver key, at the collar and its glittering gems. She could hear his voice echoing in the back of her mind, asking her if it would be okay, if she would be willing to try it with him.

“I think it’s beautiful,” she said, smiling up at him. She played with the chain that held the silver key, holding it up to him. “And we’ll kind of match.”

He chuckled, relief flickering in his eyes as he covered her hand with his, bringing it up to his lips. “I’m glad.”

She snorted as he brushed kisses against the back of her hand. “Babey, what are you doing?”

“Showing you that I love you.”

She giggled, his words tickling her skin as he spoke. “You always do that. You did that last night.”

A crimson flush crept up his neck and jaw, reaching into his hairline and washing over his ears. “Well, I can never stop loving you enough.”

Now it was Rowan’s turn to flush, her face hotter than before. Her voice was little more than a crackling squeak as she spoke. “You’re a dork, Gavin.”

He kissed her hand once more before setting it against the blankets, a blissfully happy look on his face. “I know.”

He reached into the box, lifting both chains, the key and the pendant swinging through the air, casting rainbows across the bed as they caught the light. “Can I-?”

She nodded, butterfly wings fluttering in her chest and her belly. She twisted so her back was towards him, sweeping her hair up from the back of her neck.

She heard the click of the lock as Gavin opened it, felt his lips brush against the spot between her neck and her shoulder. A shiver raced down her spine as he settled the collar against throat, the metal cool against her skin.

She sucked in a breath as she felt the chain tighten around her throat, the click of the lock shutting sweeping across her senses. Gavin kissed the back of her neck again, trailing his lips to the side, pushing her sleeve aside to scatter kisses along her shoulder. As if to say a silent thank you, to show his pleasure without words.

He pulled away, and she felt a finger caress the skin beneath the chain, as though he were already enamoured with it.

“Turn around,” he said, the quietness of his words doing little to disguise the roughness of his voice, how low it had become, sinking into her senses and making her core ache. “I want to see how you look.”

Rowan turned back around, hoping she didn’t look too silly. She was still flushed, her skin burning so hot it was a miracle she hadn’t set the blankets on fire yet.

She found Gavin’s eyes first, dark and hazy with desire. His cheeks were flushed too, and had she pressed her palms to his chest she would have felt the beat of his heart, felt the way it faltered and tripped in its erratic tempo.

He cupped her face with one hand, the other tracing the skin around where the pendant lay above her collarbone. “You’re so beautiful.”

She wanted to look away, to close her eyes and press her face against his shoulder, his chest, anywhere so she could hide how she felt her emotions beginning to overwhelm her. They spilled from her heart, racing through her veins like storming ocean waves, threatening to drag her down as they crashed against her mind again and again and again.

But she could not look away from Gavin, not when he was looking at her the way he was. Like she was the entire universe, like she contained all the stars and the planets.

“And you’re mine,” he murmured, running the pad of his finger over the pendant, keeping his eyes locked onto her, holding her in place. “My wife, my stars, my moon, my everything.”

The warmth that flowed through her now was different, so much different from what she had felt earlier. This was softer, like the sunbeams that slipped through the curtains to warm their room. Like her favourite blanket wrapped around her during a storm. Like a mug of something warm clasped between her hands. Like spiced wine touching her lips, fogging her mind.

‘My everything’

He kissed her, and she felt as if she was surely drunk, her mind so hazy from his words, her body turning to jelly from a simple touch.

The kiss was soft and gentle, at odds with the way his voice had dipped earlier. Even the way he drew her bottom lip between his teeth was tender, little more than a nip. One hand remained at her throat, still seeming enchanted by the collar. The other fell to the small of her back, the pressure from his palm drawing her closer.

She was breathless when he finally pulled away, although if she was being honest she was always breathless around him. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, listening to him hum as he rubbed her back.

“Can I have those snuggles now?” She murmured, her voice muffled against his shirt.

Gavin chuckled, shifting his arms around her so that he was cradling her against his chest. “Of course you can.”

“Can we lay down, too? I’m still sleepy.”

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

He swiped the empty box and torn wrapping paper to the side, the silver chain and key that hung from his own neck glinting as it caught the light. He laid back against the pillow, tucking her head beneath his chin as he pulled the blankets up over them.

“How’s that?” He asked, rubbing her back again.

“Very comfy.”

She felt his laughter reverberate through his chest, and she smiled as it danced through the room like the errant sunbeams skittering across the floor now.

They lay there for a long while, a drowsy haze washing over them as the warmth of the blankets and their tangled bodies drew them towards unconsciousness. Rowan’s eyes were so heavy it was impossible for her to fight against her own drowsiness.

When she awoke again Gavin was still curled around her, playing with her hair while she slept cocooned in his embrace.

“Sleep well?” He murmured, his fingertips brushing against her scalp as he ran his fingers through her messy hair.

“Mmhmm,” she cuddled closer, closing her eyes again. “I sleep best with you.”

“Well you can have me all day if you’d like,” he said, smiling.

“You’re off today?” Her voice was still heavy from sleep, and it cracked as her excitement piqued.

“I’m off for the next few days since we finished up that last case.”

She sighed, twisting the material of his sleep shirt between her fingers. “I wish we could cuddle all day, but I do have a few errands to run.”

He brushed her hair back from her cheek, stroking her jaw before his hand sank back into her hair. “What kind of errands?”

“Groceries, we’re both almost out of shampoo, the light in the living room is flickering, and Stella needs to be taken to the groomers.”

“So what you’re saying is that we can spend the day together?” He asked, his hand resting at the nape of her neck.

She quirked a brow in bemusement. “You want to spend the day running errands with me?”

“As long as I’m by your side, I don’t really care what we do.”

She whined, nuzzling her face against his chest. “You’re too sweet, Gavin Bai, and it’s not fair.”

He snorted, his finger brushing over the collar as he trailed his hand down the side of her neck. “I’m not allowed to want to spend time with my wife?”

“You are,” she muttered. “But you’re way too sweet, I don’t know what to do.”

“You could kiss me,” he teased, pinching her waist. “Or you could let me go with you while you run errands.”

“Can I do both?” She asked, squirming as he pinched her waist again.

“Of course you can do both, pumpkin.”

She tipped her head back, scattering kisses along his jaw. “Okay, but I want ten more minutes in bed.”

His hand brushed the collar again, his thumb running over the glittering pendant. “Anything for you, my love.”

Now Rowan snorted, smacking his hand away so he didn’t pinch or poke her side again. “And I want waffles for breakfast. And to go to a few stores I like before coming home.”

He pulled the blankets up around her shoulders, keeping her warm. “As you wish.”

***

Two plates of toasted waffles and eggs followed after Gavin was finally able to convince Rowan to let him carry her from the bed. She whined the entire way to the kitchen, earning Stella’s attention as she followed behind them, her fluffy tail wagging as she listened to Rowan’s complaints.

She demanded the strawberry waffles they had in the freezer, and Gavin had only just placed them in the toaster when she asked if they had any eggs left.

While he wasn’t proficient at making much of anything, he had gotten much better at making simple breakfast foods, like fried or scrambled eggs.

“If we have any left we should use them up, and then we can get a fresh carton,” she said, scooping out Stella’s breakfast and pouring it into her bowl.

So Gavin fried the eggs, adding the last of their cheese to the eggs as they cooked.

Rowan smiled as the food cooked, cupping her chin between her palms as she sat at the table, her eyes drooping closed.

While she had offered to help, Gavin had gently pressed her back into the chair, telling her to just sit, to relax. She was always preparing food for him, a light breakfast to take to work, filling lunches accompanied by little notes telling him that she loved him and was proud of him, warm and hearty dinners that were made up of more than noodles.

He could cook for her. He could make food for her. She deserved to be taken care of.

The collar around her neck sparkled beneath the kitchen lights, the blue gems reminding him of the glittering ocean waves she loved so much, the ones he took her to see as often as he could. The middle gem glittered beneath a stream of sunlight, and his chest grew tight as rainbows fell across the tiled floor.

He’d grown selfish when he’d chosen that final gem. The blue had been for the ocean, for the skies, for the blue flowers that had started blooming in the front yard when she’d first moved in.

But the gold had been for him. He’d done his best to match it to his eyes, the shades nearly identical.

It was meant to show that she was his, and how could the collar show that she was his unless it was connected to him somehow.

The chair scraped against the floor as she stood, the pendant swaying slightly as she moved, and Gavin felt his pants growing tighter around his cock.

Head washed over him, crawling across his face and down his throat and chest, and he was tempted to throw cold water over his head to calm himself down.

The day was going to be busy, he couldn’t detract it right now. He couldn’t let this get the best of him now. If he did then nothing would get done.

The chain around her neck seemed to move like quicksilver, the gems reflecting the light around the kitchen, hanging just above his favourite place to leave hickies along her throat.

He swallowed, focusing on the eggs, on the smell of the oil and the pepper and the rosemary and the basil he’d added. On anything other than the idea of pressing his lips to her skin, of drawing her skin between his teeth, of the cool kiss of the chain against his cheek as he focused his ministrations there, marking her there as surely as the collar marked her as his.

Gavin bit down on his tongue, realizing that he was horrible at trying to redirect his thoughts.

He turned towards the stove, glaring down at the eggs so Rowan wouldn’t see how hard he’d already become in the span of a few moments.

The boxers he wore made everything worse, of course. They were comfy and he liked wearing them after his post-morning run shower, but they were so loose that they did nearly nothing to hide his erection.

 He tensed as Rowan’s arms wrapped around his waist, and he felt his face burning as he scrambled to find something to distract himself.

The eggs were almost done, he should focus on the eggs. Should he add more oil? No, then they would be greasy and he didn’t want them to be greasy. Maybe he should add more cheese, he knew she liked cheese in her eggs.

But there wasn’t any left, he’d used the last of it so they could buy more at the grocery store.

“Babey,” she murmured, and her voice snapped him from his anxious thoughts immediately, sending fire scattering across his nerves.

It would be so easy to turn around now, to throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to their bedroom. Breakfast be damned, errands be damned. He wanted to feel the flutter of her pulse beneath his lips, wanted to cover her body in marks, wanted to feel her walls quivering around him, wanted to hear her cry his name, completely drunk on him and how he made her feel.

Gavin took one slow, shuddering breath, struggling to regain himself.

“I love you,” she breathed, her fingers twisting into his shirt, pulling the hem past the waist of his pajama pants and boxers.

“I love you too,” he said, cursing himself silently for how hoarse his voice sounded.

“I could’ve made breakfast you know,” she muttered, and it almost sounded like she was pouting.

He chuckled, relieved at the direction the conversation was taking his thoughts. “Can’t I take care of you?”

“You do plenty,” she whined, and now he was certain she was pouting.

“Well I want to take care of you a little more,” he said, flicking the stove off and moving the frying pan to a cold burner.

She whined a little more, and he could feel her face pressing against the space between his shoulder blades. “Fine.”

He shuffled to the side, his movement becoming difficult with her clinging to his back.

“Rowan,” he said, stifling a laugh. “I can hardly move.”

“That’s awfully unfortunate.”

He patted her hands, doing his best to reach for the plates he’d set on the counter and dividing up the eggs between them. “Well you’re going to have to let go when I sit down.”

“Can’t I just sit in your lap?”

He sighed, but he couldn’t stop himself from smiling, both from how cute she was and how relieved he was that the tightness in his pants had nearly vanished.

He was okay, he could get through the day.

He would get through the day

***

Gavin was starting to think that he would not make it through the day.

They had eaten breakfast, and Rowan had won out, situating herself on his lap as they’d eaten, Stella circling the table, looking for spills and scraps.

They’d dropped Stella off at the groomers first before heading to buy replacement light bulbs for the living room. Then they had to drive to the little hair supply store that Rowan loved, to pick up more shampoo.

It was, unfortunately, just outside the store that Gavin’s attention slipped to where the collar still lay against her throat.

She’d told him she was happy to keep wearing it as long as he’d wanted, and Gavin had needed to bite his tongue to stop himself from telling her that he wanted her to wear it forever. Until the end of time and past it.

Her fall jacket had shifted as she’d moved, revealing the collar beneath the golden autumn sun. She’d been reaching for the shop door with one hand, the other firmly clasped in Gavin’s.

Where it belongs.

He couldn’t stop the thought from surfacing in his mind, the possessive way his heart grew tight.

His. She was his.

That was his wife, his partner, his everything.

She looked back at him, smiling, and his breath caught in his throat, the familiar feeling of his cock growing hard making his vision dizzy.

He scratched at the back of his neck, doing his best to smile back at Rowan as she dragged him inside, chattering about how he wasn’t going to be able to argue his way through getting two-in-one shampoo.

But he couldn’t focus on what she was saying. He could hear her, he could register the sing-song sound of her voice curling through the air, but he didn’t hear the words. Didn’t understand what she was saying.

All he could register was the sound of the blood rushing to his head, the way the collar looked as it rested against her throat, the little lock that only he had the key to winking beneath the store’s fluorescent lights.

He tried to focus his attention on how the store smelled, how colourful some of the bottles were, how loud the music blaring through the speakers was.

He was just glad he’d been smart enough to change out his boxers for something that would hold him in place better.

Although nothing was going to be able to hide his dick if he wasn’t able to keep his thoughts very focused and very far from anything to do with Rowan.

Which was so hard when her hand was still in his, when he could smell the light floral perfume she wore, when he kept catching sight of the collar he’d spent months constructing just for her.

He wanted to drag her home and pin her against the bed. He wanted her in nothing but that collar. He wanted to pound her into the mattress until she was a breathless, moaning mess beneath him.

She was his after all, and he could do whatever he wanted with her.

Control yourself.

He was stronger than this, wasn’t he?

Gavin swallowed, struggling to focus on the bottles of hairspray lined up on the shelf in front of him. On controlling his breathing and calming his heartbeat.

We’re in a hair product store, come on man.

Rowan, completely oblivious to the turmoil in his mind and his pants, turned to him, beaming as she cradled the shampoos and conditioners in her arms. “Okay! I’ve got everything we need.”

“That looks like a lot more than you said we needed,” he said, his voice strained as he struggled to keep his tone even.

“Well I thought you could change up your shampoo and conditioner since you’ve been complaining your head feels kind of dry and itchy. And this one smells like roses!”

He snorted, focusing on the fact that she was holding shampoos. That they smelled like flowers. That she liked flowers and flower smells.

But his mind quickly wandered to how her skin would smell when he pressed his face against the space between her breasts. How the room would smell like spring flowers the warmer she got. How the soft flesh between her thighs always smelled so sweet.

He nearly hit himself over the head with one of the hair dryers on display to shove the thoughts from his mind.

He needed to focus on something else, on anything else.

But it felt like the more he tried to distract himself the more the thoughts persisted, growing worse with every passing moment.

First it was wanting to bite and suck at her throat until it was covered in marks. Then he wanted to mark the rest of her, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, her ass.

He wanted her naked, wanted to bury his face between her thighs and raw out every moan and whine until she was a shaking mess. He wanted her only thought to be him, he wanted the only word on her lips to be his name.

He wanted to sink inside of her, wanted to make her cum again and again until her legs shook, until her body shuddered around every movement he made.

The autumn air was blessedly cool when they stepped outside, and Gavin sucked in a deep, shuddering breath as he beelined for the car. He focused on the feel of the wind, the way it rippled and undulated through the air. 

The air smelled different too, crisper now that they were into the fall. It was stained with the smell of warm spices coming from coffee shops and bakeries across the city, with an undercurrent of something earthy, promising rainfall soon to wash across the world.

He felt almost normal again by the time Rowan slid into the passenger seat, tossing the bag of hair products into the backseat.

He did his best to focus on the road as she chattered, asking him what he felt like having for dinner that night, so they could pick up something at the store.

He was almost confident he could make it through their day of errands until she reached out to squeeze his thigh, trying to draw his attention towards her.

“Can we get something to drink?” She asked, pointing to a little coffee shop she loved.

It was little more than a hole in the wall, but she loved going in, if only to clutch her paper coffee cup and wander through the small bookshelves behind the café counter.

Usually Gavin loved taking her into the store, loved holding her hand while she chatted, telling him about different books or trying to take a sip of his own drink.

But today Gavin couldn’t possibly fathom a detour. Especially not now that her hand was on his thigh, much too close for his liking right now.

Stars burst into his vision, and he squeezed the wheel until he was sure it would break, struggling to keep himself from swerving off the road.

“Maybe on the way home,” he offered, his voice a strangled remnant of what it normally was. But he didn’t have the energy to speak properly, not when he was struggling to keep something else in check.

“If we get it now it’ll get cold in the car while we’re in the store,” he continued, holding his breath as she nodded, retracting her hand.

“You’re probably right,” she said, slumping back against her seat. “But you owe me a coffee.”

He smiled, doing his best to keep his eyes locked on the road, to ignore the whiny tone of her voice, the way his cock twitched at the sound of it. “Anything for you.”

Any hope that Gavin could calm himself down enough to get through the rest of their errands fizzled out after they’d barely crossed the threshold of the grocery store.

Rowan had grabbed a cart, a small pink piece of paper with their grocery list scrawled across it in glittery gold clutched in one hand. He’d been trying to focus on the paper, on the first few things written at the top of the list, on the way the ink had smudged on the paper while she’d been writing it.

But then he’d noticed how the ink had smudged on her hand and fingers. And then he noticed the smudge of ink on her neck, just below her jaw, in the perfect place to kiss her. To suck at her skin until it was bruised from his lips.

Although there were other places perfect for that too. All across her chest, on the inside of her thighs, especially all over her neck, just above where the collar lay.

Gavin pinched the inside of his wrist before reaching for the cart and prying it from Rowan’s hands, swiftly moving behind it as he noticed the tightness of his pants around his dick.

“Why don’t you let me take the cart, pumpkin,” he said, his words sounding strained even to his own ears.

She beamed up at him, completely unaware of the turmoil seething in him, of the blood rushing to his cock as she smiled, squeezing his arm.

“Thank you babey,” she said, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek.

It ached, he ached, and it took all of his self-control to keep a firm grip on the cart and not to grab Rowan and drag her home.

“I was thinking we could get some beef for tonight! There was a recipe I wanted to try out.”

Gavin nodded, steering them towards the meat aisle, trying to focus on her words, trying to listen to the words Rowan was saying.

“What do you think?” She asked, holding up two different packages of beef.

Gavin blinked, not realizing that they’d already arrived, that she’d already chosen the beef for tonight, that she was asking for dinner for tomorrow, and for something to freeze.

He shrugged, pointing at the package in her right hand. “That one seems good enough.”

She looked at it, shrugging before she added it to the cart. “There’s not much difference between them anyways. Okay, then I want to get some pork to freeze for next week.”

Gavin tried to focus on his breathing next as he followed Rowan through the store, as he tried to focus not on the collar, or her smile as she talked at him, pointing out different things on their list and things that were not on their list but that she wanted anyways.

He definitely didn’t focus on the fact that she was his, that this beautiful woman trying to decide between strawberry waffles and pumpkin waffles was his. That she’d even told him that she was his. That all the collar did was prove it, prove that Rowan was his. It was a mark that didn’t fade.

Rowan spun around, her hair sweeping to the side, revealing the little lock that rested on the back of her neck, and Gavin’s heart seized, his vision going blurry as the ache in his cock became near painful.

A lock that only he had the key to. A lock that no one could open except for him.

He sucked in a deep breath, counting the seconds up to twelve as he inhaled, holding for twelve, and then exhaling slowly for another twelve seconds.

Rowan seemed to remain completely unaware, plucking things from shelves and setting them in the cart, asking his opinion on desserts and breads and how many eggs should they get, and should they splurge for the organic peppers this time, since they’re local?

When they got to the frozen food aisle he opened one of the freezer doors and stood before it, wishing the cold air could freeze his thoughts until they’d made it through the last of their errands.

“What are you doing?” Rowan asked.

“Trying to pick an ice cream.”

“You’re focusing awfully hard. Don’t you usually like the plain chocolate?”

Gavin frowned at the myriad of different flavours. Cookie dough, moose tracks, tiger trail, cereal flavoured, one named after a late night talk show, Vietnamese coffee.

“I wanted to try something different,” he muttered.

“Well I’ve had the one with the brownie pieces and it’s really good!” She chirped, tapping the unopened door beside him. “And it’s not too extravagant, which might be nice.”

Gavin nodded, wishing he could spend an eternity in the freezer aisle. He closed the door, moving to the side to open the other one, considering the ramifications of just crawling into one of the bottom shelves and telling Rowan to leave him there.

Instead he just grabbed the ice cream she had pointed out, and then an extra bag of hashbrowns further down the aisle, if only for the sweet relief of the frigid air slowing his thoughts and his blood flow.

“Do you want to get buns?” She asked, pointing to the bakery section.

He did, but he didn’t want bakery goods, he wanted to strip her naked and squeeze her ass between his hands.

Control yourself

He was staring at the cream puffs and doughnuts in the bakery display case and having some thoughts that were completely unacceptable for a grocery store bakery when he realized that he wasn’t going to make it through the rest of the day.

He grabbed his phone while Rowan was choosing between a pie and fresh cinnamon buns, his mind focused almost entirely on the last time he’d filled her, until his release had leaked down her legs, shining in the darkness of their room.

His

He shot off a quick text to his brother, promising repayment if he picked Stella up from the groomer and kept her overnight.

He pocketed his phone when he saw his brother was typing more after his initial “yes” and Gavin really didn’t want to know what nonsense he was about to say to try to rile him up.

Looking at his wife as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, as she tried finding the expiration dates on her bakery goods, the collar glittering as she tipped her head to the side, was already winding him up enough.

Gavin was sweating by the time they made it to the checkout, and he bagged everything as the cashier slid the scanned items to the other side of the counter, wanting to get home as quickly as possible.

He threw everything into the cart, and he considered throwing Rowan over his shoulder too and carrying her from the grocery store so they could get out quicker.

But no, he had to be patient, he’d made it through this much, surely he could survive another few minutes.

“That’s a beautiful necklace,” the cashier said to Rowan, hand resting just below her collarbone to indicate the collar around his wife’s neck. “Where did you get it?”

“I made it myself,” Gavin said, grinning as colour bloomed in Rowan’s cheeks, like pink petals unfurling beneath the morning sun. “A one-of-a-kind necklace for my one-of-a-kind wife.”

“Well make sure you keep him,” the cashier said to Rowan, handing her the receipt. “He sounds like a sweetheart.”

Despite his frustrations and the fact that he was still trying very hard to hide his erection, Gavin couldn’t help smirking.

He wasn’t sure if he would call it being sweet, especially not with how his entire body seemed to ache now, desperately needing to bury himself deep inside his wife.

They said their thanks and Gavin took Rowan’s hand as they exited the store, the cool air washing over them as they stepped outside.

He practically threw everything into the trunk of the car, his hands shaking as he slammed it closed, sucking in deep breaths as Rowan took the cart back to the store.

Patience

The car was already started by the time Rowan returned, and Gavin started pulling from the parking lot before she’d even buckled her seatbelt.

“We’ll have to go pick up Stella soon,” she said, checking her phone. “The groomer said we could pick her up after five.”

Gavin shook his head, speeding through a yellow light right as it was turning red. “Shaw said he wanted to take Stella to the dog park, so he’s going to pick her up today.”

Rowan hummed. “Well he’d better take lots of pictures of her then. She’s always so cute when she’s at the park.”

Gavin chuckled, cursing inwardly as someone cut him off, forcing him to slow down. “I’ll let him know.”

The drive home was nothing short of a harrowing experience as Gavin struggled to drive within the boundaries of the law. He was a police officer, he shouldn’t be driving above the speed limit or running reds. But the temptation was there, and if he was going ten or fifteen above the speed limit, who was really to say?

He practically fell from the car once they’d pulled into the driveway, racing to the trunk to get everything inside.

How he managed to carry so many bags and unlock the front door he would never fully understand, but he did it, and he was throwing the groceries into the fridge and freezer and cupboards before Rowan even stepped foot into the house.

She laughed, heading towards the front door after setting the bag with the shampoos on the kitchen table. “I’ve never seen you so efficient at putting everything away.”

Gavin panted, one hand clutching the handle of the fridge as he watched her walk away. “Where are you going?”

“I think there’s one more bag in the car. With the buns and some soups and the dried apricots I wanted to use for breakfast tomorrow.”

Gavin crossed the kitchen in three strides, grabbing her wrist and slamming her against the wall. He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t wait any longer.

“Leave it,” he said, and his voice came out as more of a growl. “You can get it later.”

Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed as she peered up at him from beneath her bangs. “But it’s just one more bag, babey. And then-”

He took her hands, pressing her knuckles to his lips. “Please? I’ve been so patient all day.”

She blinked, sucking in a breath as he flipped one hand over, trailing kisses up her wrist.

It wasn’t where he wanted his mouth to be, but he could mark her wrists and her arms just as surely as her throat and her thighs.

“I suppose,” she breathed, her voice shaking. “That the last bag can wait.”

It was all the confirmation Gavin needed before he was straightening, grinding his hips against hers as he pressed his face against her neck, sucking and biting at the skin around the collar, not caring anymore as the ache in his body grew, as he grew hard against her.

She was his, Rowan was his and he could kiss and bite her as much as he wanted now. And he would make very sure to draw out every last moan from her lips.

His hands fumbled over her clothes, and he pulled away just enough to yank her shirt from her body, to tug her skirt down her legs.

“You won’t be needing these anymore,” he murmured, unable to stop himself from smiling as she whimpered, her eyes falling closed.

“What is it, princess? Why won’t you look at me?” He asked, running a finger over her still clothed slit, rubbing against her clit.

She whimpered again and he repeated the movement, slower this time, delighted that he wasn’t the one being teased anymore. “Use your words, princess. I don’t know what you want unless you tell me.”

She breathed deeply, her face flushed, her eyes dark with lust as she finally opened them. “It just feels good. It feels really good.”

He arched a brow, a finger hooking into the waistband of her panties. “It feels good…?”

She whined, her fingers scrabbling against the wall as she realized what he was asking for. “It feels good, sir.”

Hearing her say the words sent a surge of fire coursing through him, the ache in his body and the tightness of his pants around his cock unbearable now.

“Good girl,” he breathed, dragging her panties down her legs, watching as her throat bobbed, as she chewed on her bottom lip to stop herself from whining.

He liked to praise her, liked to tell her she was doing well, but he liked the way he could twist it slightly, so she always knew who was in command here.

She was a good girl if she listened to him, and only if she listened to him. She would get praises if she did what he asked.

And if she listened? If she followed his instructions and she moaned and whined just the way he liked, then she was his very, very good girl.

“Let me hear you,” he breathed, kissing the inside of her thigh. “Let me hear every beautiful sound you can make.”

It didn’t take long until she was shuddering beneath his touch. She moaned as he licked along her slit, sucking at her clit until she started squirming, her legs shaking on either side of him.

He pressed his hands against her thighs, spreading them further apart and pressing them against the wall, holding her still while he worked.

“Stay there,” he ordered, letting it dip, letting it turn rough and low as his own need raced through him.

He needed to touch her, to taste her, to feel her writhe and squirm, to bring her to her release. Because he wanted to, because he knew he could, because she was his and only he could make her feel that way, make her feel as needy and desperate for him as he was for her.

He groaned as he spread her folds with his tongue, his cock throbbing as he imagined how it would feel when he ran it over the delicate flesh. When he prodded her clit with his tip, when he teased her entrance until she was begging for him to be inside her.

He wasn’t sure if he could hold off for much longer. Because he wanted to be inside of her, wanted to fuck her until the mattress broke.

He circled her entrance with his tongue, grinning as he felt her squirm, knowing her walls were fluttering as he teased her.

“Gav-Gavin.”

He hummed as she struggled to say his name, her words breathy and stained with a moan as he drew her folds into his mouth, sucking lightly.

She tasted so good he didn’t understand how he could stop. He dragged his teeth across the flesh, alternating between sucking and licking the delicate skin, the smell and taste of her arousal coating his senses. He tilted his head, trailing kisses along the inside of her thigh, murmuring that she was doing amazing, that she tasted so good. That she just had to keep moaning his name, had to keep letting him hear how good he was making her feel.

She had to, he needed to hear it. It only made his pleasure grow, blooming in his chest and his belly, turning his blood to liquid fire as he listened to her cries.

Knowing that he made her feel so good, that only he made her feel so good, made him feel so unimaginably good.

When he sank the first finger inside of her she nearly screamed, his mouth still working on her clit, his tongue still lapping up her arousal, his mind growing hazy. Like she was a fine liquor and he was completely drunk on her.

He moaned, her walls fluttering around his finger as he curled it, finding the sweetest spot inside of her.

The sounds she made were so sweet he almost gave up then, almost tore his clothes off and fucked her against the wall.

But no, he had to be patient. He’d waited all day for this, he could wait a little longer.

He sank a second finger inside of her, a third, grinning as she cried his name, as she squirmed, her fingers burying in his hair as her moans turned to begging.

He took a shuddering breath as she clenched around his fingers, her body beginning to shake, her walls beginning to quiver erratically.

“Do you want me to make you cum?” He asked, breathing the words against her as she whimpered. “You want to cum, my princess.”

She whined, panting as she tried to find her words. “I do, I do. Please make me cum, sir.”

He smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to her clit. “As you wish.”

He moved faster now, drawing out her orgasm with his fingers and his tongue, tasting the sweet headiness of her body as he relished in the way she shuddered around his fingers.

Her body shook, moving uncontrollably now, and she cried as her body grew taut beneath him as she came, clenching around his fingers so tightly he almost couldn’t draw them out.

He continued his ministrations until her body had stopped shuddering, until he was certain that the only thing keeping her standing was his hands on her.

He pulled away, making sure she watched as he licked his fingers clean.

He stood then, grinning as she sucked in a breath, her face a beautiful crimson, the colour reaching down her neck and over her chest.

He hooked a finger beneath her collar, drawing her towards him as he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opened her mouth for him, letting him in.

He hoped she could taste herself on his tongue, hoped she knew how hard it made him, lapping at her wet folds until she’d found her release from his mouth and his fingers.

He pulled away, and as Rowan stared up at him with wide eyes, her lips swollen from the kiss, he licked his bottom lip, letting her know just how much he liked how she tasted.

He kept his finger hooked in the collar as he dragged her to their bedroom before lifting her into his arms and setting her on the bed.

“Lay down,” he ordered, his hands falling to his waistband.

His clothes had to go now. She was laying on the bed, completely bare, her chest heaving as she watched him with wide, needy eyes.

His eyes raked over her body as he discarded his clothes, letting them fall in a messy heap by his feet. She was so beautiful, every part of her.

And she was completely and entirely his.

There were already marks on her arms, on the inside of her thighs, on her neck, but he knew he could leave more. Knew he could leave plenty more.

“Spread your legs for me,” he said, stroking his cock, catching the precum on the tip and spreading it over the head.

He hummed as he moved towards the bed, positioning himself between her legs as he knelt above her.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” He asked, one hand falling to her hip as he dragged the tip over her folds, letting it rub against her swollen clit until she squirmed.

“So incredibly beautiful, and you’re all mine.”

He reached for one of her hands, pressing it against the sheets as he sank inside of her, pressing his face against her neck until he bottomed out, until she was gasping for breath.

Gavin sighed, kissing her jaw just as he pulled out, until only the tip remained inside of her, and then he slammed his hips against hers, and she cried out, the hand that remained in his squeezing tight, her other hand scraping down his back.

“Don’t move much,” he breathed, nipping at the skin above where her pulse thrummed an erratic, harried beat. “Let me take care of everything, princess.”

She writhed beneath him, and he couldn’t help chuckling, not as he felt her desperate attempts to lift her hips to meet his. But he just felt her firm, pushing her back against the mattress no matter how many times she tried to move.

He tsked, swiping his tongue over a new bite-mark. “Good girls listen and don’t move.”

“I-I am good,” she whined, sounding breathless.

His cock throbbed, and he thrust into her again, harder than before. “Are you?”

“Yes-yes. I’m your good girl, sir,” she cried, her back arching as his movements became more forceful, shoving her back against the bed with every thrust of his cock.

“Then don’t move,” he said, his voice rough as sandpaper, punctuating his words with another hard thrust.

She whimpered in response, her nails digging into his back as he moved faster now.

He slammed his hips into hers, drawing out breathless groans, the sounds spilling from her mouth turning wordless as he moved. He sank his teeth into the skin of her throat, running his tongue over every little indent his teeth made. And when he was sure her neck was properly marked he moved on to her breasts, sucking and biting at where they swelled on her chest before slowly working his way inwards.

His body felt taut, a ball of tension sitting deep within him, growing with every snap of his hips against hers, fire surging through him like a wave as the bed creaked in time to his racing heartbeat.

It didn’t take much time at all until he brought her to release, her body shaking beneath him, the flesh extra sensitive from his earlier work. He swore as she clenched around him, drawing out his own release not long after hers.

His movements turned jerky, the tension in his body snapping as the fiery waves dragged him under. He felt hot, felt his cock throbbing almost painfully as he came, spilling inside of her.

He kept moving, groaning, murmuring her name like it was a prayer as he thrust into her again and again, coating the inside of her legs with his release.

But he could hardly say he was done. Not when the coiled tension had barely loosened in his body. Not when he still felt hard, not when Rowan’s expression wasn’t nearly as blissed out as he wanted it to be.

It didn’t take much until he was hard again, and he could continue, the sound of her voice echoing through the room like thunder in a storm.

His own moans soon joined hers now, feeling more sensitive now than before, and with every clench of her body, with every one of her cries, he felt himself throb, growing swollen from all the need and desire building within him.

If it was a song, it was a lewd song, their voices punctuated by the sound of him thrusting inside of her, of the wet pop of his mouth against her skin as he continued to bite and suck every place he could find. But it was a song he had been craving all day.

The slickness of her folds, the way her body trembled around him, the way she cried his name like it was a prayer to the high heavens, the feeling of her soft breasts against his chest every time she arched her back.

And this new sensation, of the cool silver chain against his cheek and his jaw as his mouth worked at her neck, as he sucked at the skin until it was red, as he left marks from his teeth that would not fade for days.

The coolness was sharp, narrowing his focus to the task at hand. And it was a reminder that she was his, that was inexorably his. He had put that collar around her neck, he was the only one with the key.

She was his.

His

His

The coiled tension and fire in his body snapped as that thought repeated itself in his mind, over and over and over again with every thrust into her.

He gasped as he found his release, bright white stars and shapes exploding in his vision as he came harder than before, moaning until he was sure the walls were shaking as he spilled inside of her. As he filled her until he was sure her body would swell.

Rowan came soon after, her head falling back against the pillows as she cried, shuddering as his hips continued to snap against hers, losing any previous rhythm as he rode out his release, and helped her ride out hers.

He wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly until both their bodies had stilled, and then for a while afterwards.

As all the frustration and desire melted away, a different sort of neediness remained. The type of neediness where he just wanted to hold her close, wanted to feel her skin against his and be reminded that she was his wife, that he loved her and she truly loved him.

He kissed her brow. “You were wonderful, pumpkin.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion seeming to take over. “You’re always wonderful, babey. Always so wonderful.”

He kissed the corner of her lips this time, wincing as he pulled out. “You made me feel so good, princess.”

“Well I always feel good when I’m with you.”

His heart ached, and as he slumped onto his side on the bed he pulled her towards him, tucking her head beneath his chin.

“I love you so much,” he breathed. “More than you will ever know.”

She nuzzled her face against his chest and he felt his heart squeeze more, a gentle warmth washing through him. She was his, he couldn’t believe she was.

His wife, his love, his stars, his moon, his entire universe.

And she was his. She was entirely his.

“We should probably get cleaned up,” he murmured, although he loathed the thought of letting her go. Of standing and untangling himself from her arms.

She hummed, nestling closer. “But you’re so comfy.”

He snorted. “So are you. I could lie with you like this forever.”

“Then let’s lie like this forever,” she murmured, sounding like she was already half asleep.

Again he snorted, peering down at where his release was still smeared between her thighs. “But we should probably clean this up before it gets sticky.”

She whined, shaking her head. “I don’t wanna get up.”

He kissed the top of her head, trying to extricate himself from her embrace. “Don’t worry, I’ll still be close.”

“Will you carry me?” She asked, cracking her eyes open.

“Of course I will,” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her sweaty face. “You think I’d let my wife walk on her own after that?”

He shook his head, earning a giggle from her lips as he sat up. “No, I’m carrying her around for the rest of the day.”

“And tomorrow?”

“Of course and tomorrow.”

He stood, meaning to lean down and scoop her into his arms, but he paused, his eyes falling to the collar, seeming to glow against the red marks covering her skin.

“Do you want me to take this off?” He asked, brushing his finger across the pendant.

Although if he were being honest, he didn’t want to take it off. He wanted it to remain there, so even when those red marks did fade there would be something to say that she was his.

But Rowan shook her head, resting a hand over the pendant. “No, I like it. I want to keep it on.”

“You do?” He asked, his voice squeaking a bit, his cheeks and ears growing warm.

“I do,” she said, her gaze soft, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze. “To remind me that I’m yours.”

His heart ached, and he thought he would fall apart before her.

“It’s one-of-a-kind,” she said, smiling. “There’s nothing else in the world like it. Nothing else in the world to say that I’m yours.”

She hummed, lifting her left hand so her wedding band caught the light. “Except this maybe.”

Gavin held up his left hand, his matching wedding band glittering, a twin to hers. “Does that mean that this says I’m yours?”

She giggled, shifting closer. “It does.”

Gavin cupped her face with both hands, pressing his brow against hers. “Well someone like you deserves something special and unique.”

“Someone like me?”

He nodded, bumping his nose against hers. “Someone beautiful, special. Like no one else in the entire world.”

“You make me feel that way,” she breathed, curling into his arms.

He lifted her up, cradling her against his chest. “Well it’s true. I would never lie to you.”

And it was true. The things he made for her, the collar he’d spent months crafting, we’re all unique, incomparable to anything else. Or at least he liked to hope they were incomparable. 

Because there was no one else in the world like her. She was entirely unique, completely unrivalled. And she deserved things that were as special as her.

Or as close to as special as she was, because he had never met anyone else like her in the entire world.

And he couldn’t quite believe that she was truly his.

But she was. She was his, and he would love her until the end of time.

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To Each Their Own - [Gavin]

After more than a week had passed since the sniping incident at Twin Leaves Orphanage, Gavin visited the Lucien Bioscience Research Center.

A follow-up fic to "Shadow of Doubt", with reference to the end of Season 1: Chapter 6-19 of the game's plot.

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What is Lucien's connection to Black Swan?

That was the single question concerning the professor that constantly gnawed on Gavin’s mind. For the sake of the girl’s safety, he was determined to find out the answer. Yet, an unexpected twist had come his way. Commander Leto, his superior, had suddenly ordered him to cease all investigations related to Lucien as the STF had other plans for the latter.

The order didn’t make sense to Gavin, especially when Leto had refused to disclose the details of these plans when he asked about it. Instead, the commander had told him to just focus on his investigations on Black Swan and even subtly reminded him again to not allow his work be affected by his personal feelings. Despite feeling indignant about it, bound by duty, Gavin had no choice but to comply with the commander’s order.

However, that didn't mean that he couldn’t’ to pursue the truth on his own terms.

After taking a day's leave under the guise of a much-needed break, Gavin dressed himself in plain clothes and made his way to the Lucien Bioscience Research Center. He expected his request for an impromptu meeting with the professor to be rejected at the security booth. To his surprise, the request was granted with ease and he was promptly led to Lucien's office by a research assistant, as though his visit had been expected beforehand.

As Gavin stepped into the office, Lucien had shifted his attention away from the computer screen to meet his gaze. The professor's violet eyes as they locked with Gavin's amber ones had shown no sign of surprise or unease. Moreover, Gavin could tell from the steady look in those eyes that Lucien had not only anticipated his arrival but was also aware of the purpose behind this sudden visit.

“Good afternoon, officer,” the professor greeted while offering a reserved smile and clasping his hands together on the desk. “How may I assist you today?”

With his suspicion confirmed by the subtle nuances of Lucien's demeanor, Gavin proceeded to take his seat across the desk. He wasn't typically one for delicate maneuvers, but he was prepared to engage in this dance of discretion if that was Lucien's preference.

With a deliberate move, he drew his ID card and badge from his jacket pocket. These proofs of his affiliation with the Special Task Force were laid out on the desk between them, a silent yet potent declaration of his intent and standing.

“On behalf of the Special Task Force," Gavin began, his voice steady and unwavering, “I am here to formally request for your cooperation in answering a few questions related to an incident that took place at the abandoned building near the Twin Leaves Orphanage more than a week ago.”

This pretense of his visit being official business was a risky gamble. There was a chance of Lucien seeing through his facade, or worse, words of his unauthorized visit leaking back to the STF, exposing his defiance of direct orders. Yet, amid these risks, Gavin maintained his composure. His resolve remained unwavering, his mind poised and fixed firmly on his objective.

Only a select few were privy to the details of the sniping incident and Commander Leto's directive to leave Lucien untouched meant that it was improbable for Lucien to have encountered any prior or future inquiries from the STF before Gavin's impromptu visit. Besides, Gavin knew that revealing his personal motives would only narrow down his chances of extracting the answers he sought from Lucien.

Lucien's eyes flicked briefly to the ID card and badge before returning to meet Gavin's gaze. There was an inscrutable depth beneath the surface of those violet eyes, as if they could peer through Gavin's facade of authority and discern his true intentions.

“Of course,” the professor responded, his voice warm and inviting as he placed his previously clasped hands flat on the desk. “I am more than willing to answer any questions you have to the best of my ability.”

“I appreciate your cooperation, Professor Lucien,” Gavin said as he retrieved his ID card and badge from the desk, before slipping them back into his jacket pocket with practiced ease. “Before we delve into the specifics of the incident, I would like to know if you are familiar with the purpose of the Special Task Force.”

Lucien maintained a calm demeanor as he nodded in acknowledgment. “Through some acquaintances, I have come to understand that the Special Task Force is tasked with overseeing Evolvers and handling incidents related to Evol abilities.”

Gavin took note of Lucien's carefully chosen words and the casual mention of his extensive connections. After all, the STF was an independent organization that operated discreetly and was never disclosed to the public, much like the existence of Evol and Evolvers. Thus, it was known only to those Evolvers who had either crossed paths with the STF or had been directly involved with its operations.

Gavin hadn’t expected Lucien would openly divulge such information. It felt calculated, perhaps a ploy to test his reaction. Nevertheless, this disclosure represented a step forward in his quest to uncover more information about the professor. Eager to maintain the momentum of their dialogue, Gavin pressed on with the conversation.

“I see,” Gavin said, pausing slightly. “Then, let us move on to the incident. Can you explain why you were in the vicinity of the orphanage on that particular night?”

Lucien's reply came smoothly. “I was accompanying Miss Lea home after we finished watching the premiere of her latest documentary at the orphanage,” Lucien explained. “Due to the unexpected change in weather, we decided to take a shortcut that passed by the abandoned building.”

To the untrained ear, Lucien's words would seem straightforward, but Gavin knew better. Each phrase was meticulously woven, not just to convey the necessary but to embed messages meant solely for those who were meant to understand.

The way the professor addressed the girl wasn't merely polite. It was a nuanced signal, a way to subtly highlight the differences in their connections to her. It could also be interpreted as a veiled challenge. By hinting at Lucien’s closeness to the girl, it became a subtle provocation that was aimed at unsettling Gavin. Nonetheless, Gavin kept his composure as he had never lost sight of his primary objective for meeting the professor that day.

Another phrase with double meaning would be the mention of "unexpected change in weather" by Lucien. They both were aware that it wasn't a natural occurrence. Instead, it was caused by Gavin's wind Evol spiraling out of control, which prompted the professor to reveal himself as an Evolver as he used his Evol to shield the girl from harm.

In that critical moment, Lucien had handled the situation with an ease that belied his usual reserved demeanor. His calmness in the face of imminent threat had revealed a depth of experience with such high-stakes scenarios, a stark contrast to his public persona as a reclusive researcher.

This familiarity with danger was what made Gavin even more wary of the professor. Yet, if Lucien had persisted in concealing his Evol and maintaining his facade as an unassuming researcher, he could have avoided further scrutiny and suspicion. So…

“Why did you choose to use your Evol at that time?” Gavin asked.

He refrained from mentioning the glaring risk Lucien had taken at that time, the risk of drawing the unwanted attention of the STF that was known for its interest in Evolvers. Although unspoken, there was a hint of a smile dancing at the corners of Lucien's lips, which suggested that he understood the deeper implications of Gavin's inquiry.

“It was instinct,” Lucien replied evenly, his voice betraying nothing. “When someone important to you is in imminent danger, the instinct to protect overrides any personal consequences. Surely, as someone dedicated to protecting others, you can understand this sentiment as well, officer?”

Gavin's gaze had sharpened at Lucien's words. The professor had not only reiterated the girl's significance to him but also masterfully steered the conversation to challenge Gavin's own principles as a guardian. It was a cunning maneuver that momentarily shifted the focus away from himself to Gavin's sense of duty.

Even so, Gavin sensed a thread of truth weaving through Lucien's statement. It led him to consider whether the diversion wasn't solely a strategic maneuver but also a veil over a moment of rare honesty. Although it could have been another one of the professor's cunning ruses, he was inclined to believe in those words of his … at least, for now.

A thought had suddenly occurred to Gavin, which caused his eyes to flick to the clock on Lucien's desk. After realizing the current time, a feeling of restlessness started creeping over him. He had intended for his visit to be not more than an hour since staying any long in the research center could tip off the STF about his meeting with Lucien. However, it had already been half an hour and he still hadn’t made much progress in deciphering the professor’s intentions. His time was running out and this visit might be the only opportunity he had to question Lucien. Recognizing the urgency, Gavin knew it was time to abandon the subtleties for a more direct line of questioning.

 “Are you familiar with the Black Swan, professor?”

The question hung heavily between them. Gavin's piercing gaze remained fixed on the professor’s expression, attempting to decipher any hint of awareness or astonishment at the mention of the name. Yet, Lucien's demeanor remained unfazed, his expression as impassive and collected as it had always been, revealing nothing.

“Ah, the concept of a Black Swan,” Lucien responded casually, his tone nonchalant. Upon seeing Gavin's puzzled look, he raised an eyebrow as he elaborated, “An unforeseen and impactful event, often recognized only in hindsight. Isn’t that what you are referring to?”

Frustration simmered beneath Gavin’s composed facade, especially when Lucien's innocent response had seemed entirely natural, too natural. With a subtle narrowing of his amber eyes, Gavin pressed on, his voice steady yet imbued with a subtle undercurrent of tension.

“No, I am referring to the global criminal organization, The Black Swan Collective. There are evidences of the group’s involvement in a series of Evol-related incidents that have been happening throughout Loveland City, including this recent incident that had taken place at the abandoned building.”

“Furthermore, the fact that Lea was caught up in this recent incident together with you, who are an Evolver,” Gavin continued without breaking his gaze away from Lucien, “it naturally casts a shadow of doubt on you, professor.”

Gavin observed a subtle shift in Lucien's demeanor at the direct mention of the girl's name, a fleeting change so minute it might have gone unnoticed by the less discerning observers. Nonetheless, the professor’s expression remained unfazed as he met Gavin's sharp gaze.

“Your concern is understandable,” Lucien began, his tone appeared both calm and thoughtful. Yet, there was a distinct sharpness underlying his following words that was discernible only to those attuned to notice. “However, it is important to remember that correlation doesn't necessarily imply causation. My association with Miss Lea and our involvement in that incident might merely be a coincidence.”

While maintaining an unwavering eye contact with Gavin, a hint of a smile touched the professor's lips, which seemed unassuming and yet conceited at the same time. “My primary focus has always been my research and its potential to benefit society. Any presumed connection between myself and The Black Swan Collective is purely speculative.”

The professor's tone, gestures, and expressions had been flawless throughout the conversation. However, Gavin knew that this perfection was due to Lucien's skill in masking the truth, rather than him being innocent. Despite this, it would be futile to keep pressing further without any concrete evidence and a quick glance at the clock had told him that his time was up.

It was time to conclude this visit.

“Understood, Professor Lucien,” Gavin said, managing to keep his voice steady and free of the frustration simmering beneath. “Thank you for your time and cooperation. Please keep this conversation between us.”

Lucien nodded with a knowing smile, as if to acknowledge the unspoken understanding between them. “Of course, I value the privacy of our conversation as much as you do,” he replied meaningfully. “Should you require further assistance with your investigation, don't hesitate to reach out.”

With the conversation concluded, Gavin nodded in acknowledgment and rose from his seat. As Lucien rose to show him out, Gavin raised a hand to refuse the offer.

“No need, professor. I will show myself out. I wouldn't want to take up any more of your valuable time.”

Lucien acknowledged his decision with a nod. His expression was one of understanding mingled with a faint trace of amusement. “Very well, I appreciate your thoughtfulness, officer.”

Taking this as his cue, Gavin turned sharply and made his way towards the door. Just as he was about to step out of the office, Lucien's voice had stopped him.

“Officer Gavin.”

Pausing, Gavin looked back and saw Lucien with an enigmatic smile on his face.

“Take care.”

Uncertain of the true intention behind those words, Gavin nodded sternly before stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind him.

Regardless of whether it was before or after this conversation, one fact remained unchanged and that was…Gavin could never trust Lucien. Even so, he couldn’t deny the professor's genuine concern for the girl's wellbeing. Whether it was driven by personal gain or other motives, it was undeniable that the professor was willing to risk his own interests for her sake.

In fact, their mutual desire to protect the girl might be the one and only factor that made them, in a peculiar sense, allies.

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[multifandom-worlds]

hello!! i hope you don’t mind me asking you if you could write for mc x gavin with the prompt “you’re comfy”. i totally understand if you can’t though

Under the Stars

Genre: fluff

Word count: 474

Warnings: N/A

Authors Note: Hi honey! Thank you so much for this ask! I apologize in advance if it's short but I hope you like it, anyways!

Being this high in the mountains and so far away from the pollution of the city lights, the sunset is more beautiful than words could ever describe. No artist nor poet could capture the majesty of the evening. The colours were so vivid, the dark so inky. While she was admiring the sky, I was admiring her. She would look away every few minutes to grab another bite of cookie or whatever she wanted to eat, then her eyes were back on the sky.

“You know, Gav,” she says, looking back at me, eyes innocent. “Thank you for this. It’s nice to escape the hustle and bustle of the city, away from all the lights, sounds, and constant traffic. It feels peaceful, and truthfully..” She bites her lip. “I’m..I’m happy to be here with you. I miss you when you’re away. I’m sure that comes as no surprise to you."

I chuckle, wrapping my arms around her shoulders before pulling her down onto my lap. She yelps before letting out a faint giggle as she rests between my legs comfortably, looking up at the sky. "I miss you when I'm away too, pumpkin—no more missions for a while. I'm staying with you for a solid six months. I'm not going anywhere."

She smiles but doesn’t say anything as she looks up at the stars. We hadn’t had time to stargaze since our wedding - life got in the way. Missions and meetings, meetings and missions. I had missed her so much that as soon as I landed after my most recent mission, I called Minor to set this up for me; I just needed time with her under the stars—our favourite place. 

“Hey, can you sit up for a second, pumpkin? I want to get more .” I ask, gently helping her up to a sitting position. She shifts to her knees away from me so I can lay down, grabbing one of the pillows Minor dropped off and placing it under my head before I open my arms, inviting her to join me again.

She crawls over to me, laying her head on my chest before rolling over so she can look up at the stars. I place one arm by my head and the other around her shoulders, enjoying the soft sounds of the crickets chirping, the wind rustling through the trees, and the owls hooting. It was such a perfect, peaceful night; I don’t think I could have asked for a better night to spend with her. 

“Gavin, you’re comfy, you know that?” She asks after a short, comfortable silence. I chuckle, not imagining how I, of all people, could be comfy to lay on. Before I could even voice my confusion, she spoke again. “Muscles or not, you’re comfortable. You feel like home to me, and to me, home is comfort.”

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[alcamcat]

Coming home Part 2

(Here is Part 1 of the fic) After his nightmare, he's nervous when he finally comes home. Will the same await him as in his dream?

Pairing: Gavin x female

Warning: NSFW – Minors DNI

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Almost nervously, Gavin opened the front door. Even though he knew it was just a dream, he couldn't help but tense up. The familiar smell filled his nostrils - home, his home - and he took a deep breath as he closed the door behind him.

Voices from the TV reached his ears, he couldn't resist taking a look in the direction of the living room while taking off his shoes. He froze. A bottle of red wine sat on the dining table and although the label was different from the one in his dream - as an agent he was damned to remember the details - the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Then he felt relief, joy and a fair amount of excitement flow through his body. His girlfriend sat on the sofa, a glass of red wine next to her on the side table. She was wearing a baggy shirt, one that Gavin immediately recognized as his, with the top of her hot pants peeking out from under it.

Every time he came home from a mission it was a relief to see her - healthy and this time not in bed with someone else like in his dream. The long absence of her voice, her being and her body gnawed at his constitution every time without him really noticing. Only when he saw her did he feel complete.

She noticed him the moment he put his bag down on the floor next to the dining table. The joy in her eyes as she jumped to her feet and ran to him warmed his heart.

"Gavin! You're back..." He barely had time to spread his arms before her body crashed into his. 

A hot pain flooded his upper body, his injuries reported, but he didn't care. He took her in his arms, kissed her head and breathed in her scent. This was his home. With his girl in his arms.

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After a hot shower she sat on the sofa again while Gavin got a beer from the fridge.

The cold liquid was comfortable in his gullet, but it was even more comfortable when he put the bottle down and lay down next to her on the sofa.

He scooted over to her and laid his head in her lap, his face turned towards her body. A position he more than enjoyed.

Seconds later he felt her hand in his hair, which was still slightly damp from the shower. Her fingertips gently scratched his scalp as she watched him in silence. 

A smile crossed his face.

"Like what you see?" he teased, and the smile that curled the corners of her mouth gave him the answer before she did.

"Fishing for compliments?" she replied, grinning before her eyes fell on his bandaged upper arm. "Does it hurt a lot?" Gavin knew better than to roll his eyes, she just worried too much.

"It's just a small thing, in a day or two you won't see much of it..." he replied defensively. Before she could say anything else, he leaned forward and kissed the shirt that covered her stomach. "Being here with you works wonders".

This time she laughed, a sound he could never get enough of. 

But before he could continue his flirting attempt - which he think wasn’t that bad - her phone started to vibrate. With an apologetic look, she picked up the phone he rolled his eyes.

"Yes?" Gavin could only hear the voice muffled over the phone, but his stomach knotted. Victor. Even in reality, this guy was nothing but trouble. "Of course, wait a minute, I'll send it to you again immediately." He had to hold back a whimper when she motioned for him to get off her. Still, he obeyed and she escaped his grasp as she walked to her desk and began checking something on the computer.

Gavin sat up grumpily and reached for his beer. He had just got home. Doesn't he deserve some attention? Some alone time with his girlfriend? 

As he drank, he studied her silhouette. She was leaning slightly forward while typing, giving Gavin a wonderful picture of her back, her shirt had ridden up a bit revealing her hot pants and the skin underneath. Gavin felt excitement spread through him. It had been far too long since he'd felt her beneath him, covered her skin with hot kisses, and caressed every inch of her body.

When, a few minutes later, she finally ended the call and placed it next to her computer, he placed his beer on the table. She turned to him and he couldn't help but grumble unhappily.

"Doesn't your boss have a watch? Someone like him should know better than to bother his best employees after work." His girlfriend walked up to him and stopped in front of him.

"It was my fault, I forgot to send the report..." She sat on his lap, knees either side of his hips, before leaning in and kissing his cheek playfully. "Do you want to elaborate further on what you think of my boss, or do you...?" 

"Or do I what?" he replied, following her lips as she pulled away. She cocked her head, he felt her hands disappear under the edge of his shirt and caress the skin above his waist.

"Or I'll show you how much I've missed you..." Her tone was a little lower than before, a stunning smile spreading across her face as she grasped the hem of his shirt and slowly pushed it up. 

Well, that was a suggestion he couldn't refuse, he thought, grinning as he leaned forward and helped her pull his shirt over his head. One hand snaked around her back, the other he placed on the back of her neck before he pulled her towards him and his lips finally landed on hers. 

Their tongues began to dance, her hands gently stroked his upper body, trying not to touch his injuries. Wherever she touched him, Gavin felt his skin burn. When she broke away from him, he almost whimpered, a sound that made her grin.

"What's up babe. Missed me so much?" she asked playfully and Gavin only growled in response. She didn't give him time to get active as she pulled his shirt over her head and carelessly tossed it aside. She was wearing a blue bra, his favorite bra, with lace and slightly see-through. Immediately his hand found the skin on her back and he pulled her back towards him.

"You have no idea how much..." he murmured as he left butterfly kisses on her neck and she moaned softly. "Shall I show you?"

A hum escaped her lips before her hips rolled in his lap and giggled

"I think I feel it that way too." He bit her earlobe playfully before whispering

"If you continue like this you will regret it..."

"Oh? Is that so?" she purred, turning her head to kiss him, then pulling away again. A movement that made him sigh in frustration.

"Stop always moving away," he murmured, noticing how whiny his voice sounded even in his own ears. Another giggle escaped her lips before she shifted her weight and slid backwards.

"But I wanted to show you how much I missed you," she explained in a singsong tone as she slid off his lap onto the floor between his feet.

Gavin, who actually prided himself on being able to predict how people would act, took a few seconds to understand what she was up to. Or it was her hands on his pants, pulling them down slightly and freeing his cock, that gave away her intention. He stifled a soft groan as her hand closed around his cock and for a moment he couldn't breathe enough to protest.

Her index finger expertly stroked his tip, smearing the precum before she leaned towards him. His hand ran through her hair as if by automation and he moaned softly as her tongue touched his tip.

"Babe, I..." he took a shaky breath, her gaze holding his as she leaned further forward and he watched his cock slowly disappear into her mouth. "I want to spoil you..." he started again and fell silent when he felt her tongue sliding over the underside of his cock. She held the position for a brief moment before pulling away, a soft pop sounding as his cock left the comfortable warmth of her mouth. Her hand began to move evenly on his cock as she looked up at him.

"And I want to pamper you. You're hurt, you should relax..." 

More protests died on his tongue as she bent forward again, his cock once again disappearing into her warm mouth and she began sucking gently without breaking eye contact. She slowly began to move her head with her hand at a comfortable pace and Gavin grunted low.

The sight before him was magnificent. His girlfriend on her knees between his legs, her loving gaze directed at him, while his cock disappeared again and again in the warmth of her mouth, with every movement he could see her breasts jiggling slightly. Without thinking, his hands found her shoulders, tentatively stroking the straps of her bra while his breathing slowly increased. 

As if he had formulated an unspoken request, her free hand disappeared behind her back. He felt her unbuckle her bra and he wasted no time in pushing her straps aside to free her breasts from the tightness of her cups. Nevertheless, the movement of her hand and her mouth - like a perfectly coordinated team - did not decrease, but rather increased. His breath hitched, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. Only when she moaned softly and the vibration hit his cock like a pleasant smack did he close his eyes and let his head fall back on the headrest.

His hands, almost helpless on her shoulders, dug into her hair. It was tempting to press her head deeper onto his cock, but he let her generate her own pace. Snarling and moaning sounds left his mouth, Gavin enjoyed the feeling of his girlfriend's mouth moving on his cock. 

His cock, not someone else's. 

Without wanting to, the image of his nightmare formed in front of his inner eye and he widened his eyes with a gasp. At exactly the same moment, she moved in front of him. Their eyes met, something like confusion flashing across her beautiful face before she pushed herself up on her knees. His gaze didn't leave hers as she leaned in further, kissing his belly button and once again his comprehension didn't work fast enough. 

Only when the warmth of her hand disappeared and she straightened even more did he seem to understand what was happening. A heartbeat later she had positioned herself in front of him so that his cock was between her breasts. She used her hands to squeeze her breasts tightly and create a comfortable friction on his cock.

Gavin's eyes closed as the new sensation - her breasts massaging his cock - finally set his body on fire.

"I missed you so much..." she murmured tenderly, in direct contrast to her breasts, which she now moved faster with her hands. Gavin didn't manage to answer, only a grunt escaped his lips. It wasn't often that she gave him a boob job and he savored every second of it, the nightmare forgotten in the depths of his mind. While she murmured more caresses and expressions of love, his hands dug into the seat of the sofa on either side of him. He felt himself getting closer to his own climax, but even though he wanted to stop her, wanted to come together with her, he couldn't ask her to stop her agonizingly good attack on him. 

His breathing became more and more ragged, he felt his body twist in a whirlpool of desire and lust, and moments later he only managed to breathe her name, like a warning, before his warm cum spurted out of his cock. 

Gavin, still out of breath, managed to open his eyes just in time to see her—whose cleavage was adorned with his cum like a string of pearls—reaching her hand up as she ran her fingers over the liquid before bringing her fingertips to her lips and licking them with a flirtatious look. 

Without wanting to, another growl left his lips, his arms responding before his mind could catch up and he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up against him. Her torso pressed against his as he captured her lips in a searing kiss.

"You're driving me insane..." he growled between kisses and a giggle made her body vibrate in response. When she broke the kiss and got up, he took the chance and leaned forward.

His hands cupped her waist while he let his mouth wander over her stomach. She let him be for a moment, standing in front of him, her hands resting loosely on his shoulders as he leaned towards her, trying to kiss every inch of her skin he could reach. Only when his fingers hacked into her hot pants and he pulled them down along with her panties did she wiggle her hips to help him.

His gaze fell on the triangle between her legs and he heard her moan softly as he ran his fingers up her thighs.

"Gavin, I..." her voice trailed off to a moan again, as he ran his fingertips down her slit.

"Let me taste you," his voice was low, bordering on a whimper, and he lifted his eyes to look at her. She was looking down, her eyes speaking volumes of desire as she took his hand in hers and wordlessly pulled him to his feet. He moved with her, stripping his pants off completely as he stood and letting her lead him into the bedroom. 

When he saw the door, his memory kicked in again, he swallowed dryly, a sinking feeling spread in the pit of his stomach. Seconds later she pushed open the door, her bare back in his field of vision as he tried to think of something other than the feeling of seeing her naked beneath someone else. The feeling of possessiveness starting to burn through his veins, he stifled a growl as she led him to their shared bed and stopped in front of it. 

As she turned to face him and her lips met his again, he tried not to follow his instinct to throw her on the bed and fuck her until his name was the only thing on her mind.

Instead, he broke the kiss, gently pushing her onto the bed and letting her slide up until her head was comfortably resting on the pillow. She looked at him as he knelt between her legs, his hands never leaving her body. His desire pulsed through him, mingling with the feeling of wanting to tag her, and he gently pushed her legs apart.

Just as he lowered his torso and his lips found the soft skin of her thigh, she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Babe, are you sure? You should rest... I don't want your injuries to get any worse...". A deep growl stopped her ridiculous attempt to stop him. He lifted his head and caught her gaze. Despite his possessiveness, his eyes were soft as they focused on what he loved most.

"Please babe. I'm dying if I can't taste you," childish - that was what best described his tone of voice and she smiled at him.

"If you're sure about that..." with a soft groan she interrupted herself, his hand had found its place between her legs and he had started gently stroking her clit. 

A smile danced across his own face as he saw her close her eyes. With a hum, he leaned down to resume his work. Gentle kisses down her inner thighs made her legs tremble slightly and Gavin couldn't help but grin. It was him who made her feel this way, he was the one who would make her sing and he was determined to hear her all night long. Gavin didn't waste any more time and turned his attention to the space between her legs. His hands rested on her thighs, both to hold her legs apart and to draw warm circles on her skin.

She moaned and he saw her upper body rear up briefly as his tongue licked a long stroke over her clit. Her taste was something he would never tire of tasting. If he ever had to take one last meal it would be this taste he would want for one last time.

Humming - well aware that the vibration would arouse her further - he let his tongue dance across her slit, gently cupping her clit in between his teeth and nibbling lightly. In response, she moaned and tried to close her legs, something he wouldn't allow her to do, of course.

While his tongue continued to savor her taste, he ran a hand down her inner thigh until he began teasing her entrance with two fingers. He gently pushed a finger inside her, enjoying the moist heat before slipping in another. Her moans were music to his ears, his name falling from her lips like a prayer as he began thrusting into her in a slow rhythm.

With every thrust, every lick of his tongue, he felt the irritating memories continue to fade away until all he could think was how badly he wanted her.

Her moans grew louder but also more breathless, he felt her walls tighten around his fingers and he inserted another finger before picking up the pace. With every thrust he felt his cock rubbing against the bedclothes and he couldn't help but groan. The vibration of his voice combined with his fingers drove her over the edge.

"Gavin..." she breathed his name, so needy, so dirty that his stomach churned with need. He felt her come, felt her walls pulsate around his fingers and he slowed his movements, accompanying her orgasm with his fingers and giving her a final kiss on the clit. 

When he straightened up without pulling his fingers out of her, she opened her eyes. She was breathless, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly parted. The tip of her tongue darted out and she licked her lips, her arms rising as she reached out to him. He was only too happy to be pulled into a hug, his hand slipping out of her as he ran it up her side. 

"I love you," he murmured before they fall into a passionate kiss, his forearms resting on the pillow next to her head while keeping his weight just millimeters above her body.

"I love you too." Her hands wrapped around his neck as she pulled him closer, the tip of his cock grazing her slit. He broke the kiss and looked at her. A smile was all the permission he needed as he slowly pushed himself inside her.

Despite his fingers, it felt tight, he felt her breath catch and he stopped for a second, afraid he had hurt her. But her hands around his neck pulled him down, she moaned into the kiss and her legs wrapped around his waist. "Don't stop..." she breathed needily and he smiled as he thrust the rest of his entire length into her. 

He fell in a slow, steady pace, her moans rhythmic as he growled and rumbled. Her fingertips drew pictures on his back, her fingernails digging into his back muscles on particularly hard thrusts, making him growl in response. They rarely broke the kiss and then only to kiss each other's necks and nibble on them. A hand left the pillow to play with her breast, nipple hard between his fingertips.

Far too quickly, he felt her walls tighten around him, he felt his own orgasm come at an equally rapid pace. His thrusts grew harder and faster as she threw her head back and moaned loudly, his gaze never taking his eyes off her face as he felt her walls massage his cock and he was thrown over the edge. With a few final, sloppy thrusts, he filled her with his cum before pulling out of her and falling onto his back beside her.

It took a moment for both of them to catch their breath. she turned to him and rested her head on his chest, careful not to touch his injuries. He hugged her with one arm, the other - aching - stretched out on the other side.

"Welcome home..." she murmured softly and kissed his chest.

A smile spread across his face

"I'm glad to be home!" Was all he said as he closed his eyes and savored the feeling of holding his girlfriend in his arms.

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[melonajoyy]

A letter for you 💙💌

(wanted to try something with a little bit of background…based off of gavin’s school letter karma!)

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[gavin-bai]

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[arabella-77]

Gavin's Evening Breeze & Childhood Poem PV [MLQC CN]

OMG in the new PV Little Gavin is so cute.

Take a look at him 😍😍😍💙.

Thanks to @putufelisia for adding Eng sub translated by us 😊.

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[beneathashadytree]

STIFF - GAVIN BAI X READER

Warnings : semi-nudity, gets a little steamy towards the end but nothing NSFW, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff, a little spicy at the end though!

Word count : 1.1K words

Synopsis : Shower time with Gavin could become an interesting thing in the future.

Additional notes : this is completely based off those new karmas that dropped in the CN server (I am SWEATING!!) and not at all proofread lmfao. I dedicate this one to my beloved Cheri, who’s been tirelessly working on making content all the time, and who always deserves the special treatment with some Gavin loving ❤️ @cheri-translates hope you enjoy this! Sending you all the love ❤️

Requests : Are closed for the time being.

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A mild curse and a hiss came from the bathroom, causing them to look up from their seat in front of the coffee table, where they’d been lounging in the soft silken robe provided by the inn, with a nice warm mug of chamomile tea cradled in their hands. Setting the mug down on a coaster with something akin to worry on their face, they pushed themselves up to pad across the sitting room and to where the sound had come from.

They knocked twice on the door, tentatively calling out, “Gavin? Everything okay in there?”

“Um, yeah,” came his reply, a few seconds too late to be reassuring, the waver in his voice only convincing them more that something was wrong.

Their frown deepened. “I’m coming in,” they announced, barely waiting for his choked complaints and the sounds of rustling before entering.

He coughed a little awkwardly, and through the vapor filling the shower cubicle they could see his silhouette scrambling to pull a towel around his waist.

“A few seconds of warning would’ve been nice,” he managed to say, although they could almost envision his red-tinged cheeks as he did.

With a chortle, they rolled their eyes, “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” they settled down on a small wooden bench in the corner of the bathroom, “You alright? You sounded like you were having some trouble in there.”

“Er, not exactly.”

“Gavin.”

The stern voice they were using against him wasn’t one they were unaccustomed to using; after all, their boyfriend was prone to hiding injuries and the like under the pretense of being fine, and only when they used this tone did he usually crumble and admit the truth.

“Y-yes?” he sounded a little hesitant now, almost as though he were already aware that there was little he could do to prevent them from weaseling the truth out of him.

With a resigned sigh, they pushed up from their seat, “I’m getting in with you, you infuriating man. Have to check for myself.”

“No need for that, honest,” Gavin rushed to protest, and they could see the vague outline of his palms pressing against the cubicle’s door handle, “It’s just a pulled muscle. I’m a bit stiff, that’s all.”

Eyeing the door skeptically, they asked again, “Are you sure?”

“I promise,” his voice softened at that, just barely audible over the sound of the shower running, before he added, “It’s only because I was trying to wash my hair that I twisted in an odd position, I think.”

“Fine,” they relented, but still walked up to where he stood, “But don’t stop me from getting in with you.”

“Why?” he had a confused look on his face, but he seemed to not have much of a protest against them, seeing as he’d removed his hand from the handle.

They didn’t bother giving him an answer, opting to slide the door open and step in under the warm drizzle with him. The brunette looked a little surprised as they did, taking in their attire of choice, and watching as they quickly got drenched under the showerhead where they fumbled around.

“You’re soaked to the skin,” he worriedly pointed out, all care for his semi-nudity thrown out of the window as he reached out to them, “You’ll catch cold if you get out like this.”

“I won’t,” they insisted, “I’ll dress into your shirt or something,” they turned to him with the opened bottle of shampoo in their hand, “Can you bend down a little?”

“Ah,” Gavin finally realized what they were up to, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he obeyed, before he thought back on what they’d said before that, “But what about pants? You can’t walk around without any.”

Though a good part of them wanted to ask him why on earth couldn’t they, and torture him through having to answer, they only quipped, “Well, my boyfriend happens to be almost six feet tall, and practically any shirt I steal from him happens to serve as a dress.”

Just as they suspected, Gavin only blushed harder to the tips of his ears as they began to lather his hair, seemingly more than pleased with the idea of them dressed in his clothes. It was rather amusing to watch him still get flustered over the smallest of things, even after being together for quite a long while. Though they had to admit, as they gently massaged his scalp, this almost-showering together was a step forward they wish they’d taken sooner.

With deft hands, they conditioned the thin strands, making sure to be careful as they untangled the knots in his hair courtesy of the wind. His normally-alert amber eyes were heavy-lidded in relaxation, and he let out a delightfully soft noise from the back of his throat that showed just how much he was enjoying the treatment—a sound that they admittedly found a little too distractingly delicious to be able to ignore.

Feeling their own cheeks warm up as they rinsed his hair, they were suddenly all-too-aware of how the water ran down Gavin’s body, every drop tracing the planes of his taut muscles and descending below where his towel hung dangerously low. The view was almost tantalizing, and they had the sudden urge to cross their legs at the thought.

Brought back to their senses as they saw him slowly sweep his fringe to the side and stand upright, they returned the showerhead to its place with burning cheeks as their thoughts continued to race south.

Their boyfriend furrowed his eyebrows, not quite able to decipher the silence and leaning in a little closer to eye their expression closely, “What’s wrong?”

Clearing their throat, they turned their back to him, feeling more than just a little flustered under his intense gaze and pretending to reorganize the bottles to the side.

“How about we… have a little fun in the shower?”

A moment passed without a response, the only sound interrupting the silence being that of the drizzling water. Before they could turn around and check they hadn’t stunned him into fainting, a strong pair of arms wrapped around their waist, and his low breathing was louder than before as his head dropped.

“I’m not entirely opposed to the idea,” came a soft murmur, his freshly-cleaned hair tickling the side of their jaw as his lips softly pressed against the warm skin of their neck.

And as one of Gavin’s arms reached out to press against the foggy glass of the cubicle while his other calloused hand began to slowly push their drenched robe off their shoulder, they knew that they would be making joint showers a frequent thing very soon.

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[ohnonono18]

SCENE OF THE CRIME OPERATIVES WITH GAVIN BAI

I mean . . . it makes sense hahahaha

#argeraint #edit #oh no no no #meme #filipino #soco #gavin bai #mlqc #mr love #mr love queen's choice #mlqc gavin #bai qi #mlqc bai qi

[that-sad-guy]

[scatters these on the ground like im an elderly man feeding pidgeons]

#mine #ace attorney #klavier gavin #apollo justice #klapollo #miles edgeworth #pheonix wright #narumitsu #wrightworth #sebastian debeste #kristoph gavin #krisnix #making aa memes to keep the demons at bay #the demons being my own bad decision making coming back to bite me in the ass #was gonna add simon into the 3rd one as well #but i thought it was funnier without it

[doctorsiren]

Country gavin anon here, i do vaguely remember what he looked like. He wore a lot of green and yellow and was very tall. Besides that i just recall him being basically a recolor of klavier’s sprites. I’m kinda wondering if the dream continued if it woulda been revealed that he was klavier in disguise. Makes sense, i mean, who names their kid Country?

yes I did spend entirely too long on this

#doctorsiren #ace attorney #klavier gavin #kristoph gavin #meme post #anon confession #thank you Gibberish for saying Green Bay Packers #which gave me the idea to put the GBP logo on his chain #country gavin #he gets his own tag now #I can’t stop giggling at the slightly stretched and slightly squashed sprites I’m crying

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Sleepless Night

Description: Driven from sleep in the middle of the night by the pain of a migraine, Rowan is resigned to an agonizing night alone. That is, until Gavin awakens too, offering her a little bit of comfort and relief.

Pairings: Gavin Bai x OC (Rowan)

Warnings: Insomnia, migraines

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The room was dark, the air stifling. Sweat coated Rowan’s skin, the blankets tangled around her legs as she scrabbled for purchase. Her pillow fell to the floor and she winced, eyes burning with unshed tears.

It was three in the morning, even the light of the stars and the moon waning beneath the unending, pitch darkness of the night. The air conditioning had long-since cut off, the temperature outside too cool for it to trigger. And yet it felt hot, too hot. Rowan couldn’t breathe, couldn’t seem to escape the heat clinging to her like a second skin.

She’d struggled with a migraine all day. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, but it always left her irritated and miserable. Her head wouldn’t stop pounding, no matter how many painkillers she’d taken, how much water she’d drank, how much tea and coffee she’d had loaded with caffeine.

She’d gotten nearly nothing accomplished all day. She’d managed to walk Stella that morning, and she’d washed up some dishes, and she’d been able to look at her computer for all of ten minutes before she’d had to shut all the lights off in the house and press an ice-pack to the back of her neck. The world had started spinning, her eyes throbbing from the pressure of the pain in her head.

She’d laid down on the couch, clutching a blanket in her arms rather than wrapping it around herself, the humid heat of the summer leaking into the house and draping over her, trying to seep into her skin.

She’d tried wandering around the house at times, sipping water or making herself a warm drink. She’d snacked as much as she could, as much as her body allowed before her stomach began to churn.

When boredom and frustration overwhelmed her she flicked on a drama, the low lighting of the scenes making it easy to play in the background while she dozed, desperately hoping the pain in her head would cease so she could do something.

Rowan had texted Gavin somewhere around two in the afternoon, when she’d realized the pain was not going away anytime soon. Her plan had been to cook dinner that night, a meal she’d been looking forward to trying for days now.

Tears had burned her eyes then, just as they did now, despair clutching her heart in a vice-grip that she had been sure would be the end of her. Surely, she’d thought, Gavin would be upset. His day was longer than usual, and he’d deserved to come home and not have to worry about dinner or a wife who’d fallen ill.

But Gavin hadn’t been mad. He was never mad at her for such things, although she’d already been able to feel rage stitching itself into her cells, brewing in the hollows of her bones with her marrow.

He’d been upset, but only because he’d wanted to be home to help her, and he wouldn’t be home until late. His mission had taken him out of the city, and even if he’d been able to leave he still wouldn’t have made it home for several hours.

When he had eventually returned, he’d brought with him her favourite takeout, and he’d even brought her a warm, sweet coffee with whipped cream and white chocolate syrup and sprinkles. It was late, and normally he tried keeping her away from coffees late in the evening, but he’d told her today was a special circumstance as he’d kissed the top of her head.

The evening hadn’t been too bad, although Rowan had still felt miserable. She’d shoved her face against Gavin’s chest, lamenting how wasted the day had been while he’d rubbed her back, trying to soothe her even as her head continued to feel like a battle was taking place and her skull was about to fracture.

And even after everything, still her head had ached as she’d climbed into bed.

“Maybe you just need some sleep,” Gavin had suggested, drawing her close in the darkness of their room. “It might feel better in the morning.”

It was a sentiment she was beginning to doubt. They’d gone to bed hours ago, and Gavin had long since slipped into unconsciousness. He was curled beside her, snoring softly in her ear while she stared up at the ceiling, trying and failing to get her mind to calm.

Her head just ached so much, and her eyes were so heavy she could hardly keep them open, yet she couldn’t seem to get more than a few moments of sleep before she was wrenched awake once more. One moment it was the painful throb in her head, as though millions of swords were being slammed against the inside of her skull. Another moment the air was growing too hot for her to breathe, and another moment she experienced a dream so strange she had to climb from bed just to remind herself that it had not been real.

She shoved the blankets from her body, practically face planting on the floor as she rolled from the bed. The world spun around her, dark shadows turning liquid as she tried to regain her bearings. She dug the heels of her hands against her temples as light flashed in her eyes, followed by a sharp pain that arced across her forehead.

Stumbling from the bedroom, she drew a deep breath, hating that the air seemed warmer out in the hall than it had in their room.

Maybe she just needed to move around, get any lingering energy out of her body so it could rest. Maybe if she just did a few laps around the house she would feel better.

However after a few laps around the house, Rowan did not feel better. She did, however, feel like she had the flu. Her skin was aching now, and her stomach roiled as though she were seconds away from vomiting.

She sank onto the couch, cradling her head in her hands. Sweat still clung to her skin, making her itch. It was still too warm, no matter where she went it was too warm.

Maybe she was dehydrated, maybe she needed water. And a snack. Surely that would help settle her stomach, and then maybe her mind.

A few minutes later Rowan was sitting at the table in the kitchen, knees drawn up to her chest as she perched on her chair, picking at a rice krispie square and a few strawberries as she sipped a glass of water. She scrolled through her phone, flicking through mind-numbing videos with the volume low so she didn’t risk waking Gavin.

But even as she finished her snack she could feel the buzz of energy still crackling through her. It danced along her nerves, made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She shivered, although the heat that hung in the air was still thick enough that she felt as though she could cut it with a knife.

She paced for a while more, her mind whirring in strange circles as her head continued to pound. Maybe there was something wrong with her, maybe she was sick. What if there was something wrong with her head? What if she had cancer, and she was dying, and this was the first sign?

Her heart began to stumble, anxiety rising. This was not how she was going to be able to calm her mind enough to sleep, and yet she couldn’t reign in the spiral of her thoughts. Her hands began to tremble, and she wrapped them around herself, wishing she could just sleep peacefully, wishing she could be tucked beside Gavin and caught in the midst of a whimsical dream.

She didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs, didn’t hear the creak of the floors. She was clutching herself too tightly, pacing as she tried and failed to think of anything, anything at all, that would distract her from the morbid turn of her thoughts.

And when Gavin flicked the lights on in the kitchen she jumped, nearly tripped over herself as her heart froze.

“Gavin.” She clutched her chest, lungs constricting as she tried to draw in breath. “What are you doing?”

His brow was drawn, his lips quirked down as he crossed his arms. “What are you doing? It’s three in the morning.”

Rowan hesitated, squeezing her arms tighter around herself. Her eyes still burned, and she couldn’t seem to stop her bottom lip from wobbling.

“I’m sorry,” she managed, sniffing as she looked away. The lights were too bright, they felt like burning daggers piercing her eyes. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Gavin sighed, quickly padding towards her. She shrank away, shame curdling the strawberries and the rice krispie square in her stomach. “I’m sorry, Gavin.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her against his chest. “But I wish you’d woken me. I would have helped.”

“I don’t think there’s a way to help me.”

He stroked her hair, his hand trailing down to her neck. “Well we can at least try, love.”

Tears spilled from her eyes, burning as they streaked down her cheeks. “My head just hurts so much, and everytime I’m almost asleep I wake up again.”

He hummed, brushing a kiss to the side of her temple.

“What?”

He rubbed her neck, his hand blessedly cool against her flushed skin. “I’m just thinking. I don’t think counting sheep will help, will it?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I’ve already tried that.”

He huffed a laugh. “It sounds like this might be one of my trickiest missions yet.”

“You can go back to bed if you want, it’s okay.” She still clutched her sides, tense despite being wrapped in Gavin’s embrace. “I know you have work tomorrow.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” His breath was warm against her ear as he lowered his head, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. It felt like his words were reverberating through her, burying in her bones. “I want to make sure you’re okay. You’re most important to me.”

She pulled back, then immediately regretted it as the world spun, the light spearing into her eyes and making her head throb.

“Rowan?” There was panic in his voice, his hands cradling her head as the world began to steady once more.

“I’m alright,” she murmured, her hands falling limply at her sides. “But I was going to say that you’re most important to me.”

He huffed, scooping her into his arms as though she weighed little more than a ragdoll. “Well I’m not the one who nearly fell over from stepping backwards.”

“I didn’t nearly fall over.”

“Because I caught you.”

She was thankful glowering did not exacerbate her headache as she fixed what she hoped was a withering glare at Gavin.

But for all the annoyance she put behind the expression, Gavin seemed utterly unperturbed as he flicked off the kitchen lights and carried her back upstairs.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose against the top of her head. “I want to help.”

She wilted. His voice was soft as feather down, and it made her want to give in. She wanted him to help her, she wanted him to hold her and fix things so her headache could go away and she could sleep in peace.

“Okay.” Her voice was so small she almost didn’t hear it herself, wasn’t even sure if Gavin had heard it.

But then he pressed his lips to her forehead, humming softly as he clutched her tighter, and she knew he had.

“First let’s get you back into bed,” he murmured, laying her back down on the rumpled sheets.

“Wait!” She lifted her hands, grabbing his wrists before he could pull the blankets back around her. “It feels so hot in here.”

The room was dark, shadows veiling Gavin’s features. But she could imagine the frown that surely tugged at his lips, the line that creased his brow as he considered her words.

“I think I know what can help.” It sounded like there was a smile in his voice, although for a moment nothing changed as Gavin perched on the edge of the bed, smoothing back her hair.

And then she felt the wind gathering the blankets up, the cool wind washing over her, cooling the sweat that still lingered on her skin.

It brought with it the smell of pine and oak, of grass and wildflowers. She could hear the rustle of leaves in the quiet keening of the wind as it curled through the room and tangled in her hair. A shiver raced down her spine, and Rowan couldn’t help smiling as relief filled her chest, some of her distress beginning to ebb away like ocean tides.

“How’s that?” Gavin murmured, tucking the blankets around her.

She sighed, stretching out her legs before curling onto her side. “Much better.”

“Do you still want me to turn the air conditioning back on?”

“Oh yes please.” The cool wind was glorious, but even Gavin couldn’t keep control of it while he slept, and if the temperature rose she would surely awaken again.

Chuckling, Gavin squeezed her hand before disappearing from the room. A few moments later the rumble of the air conditioning switching on filled her ears, followed by a rush of cold air.

Gavin reappeared quickly, sitting back against the pillows and reaching out to her.“Come here, come close.”

Rowan scooted closer, squeaking as he drew her into his lap, resting her head on his stomach.

“Gavin?” She tilted her head up, confused. Her eyes ached as they slowly adjusted to the inky darkness, not even the watery silver light of the moon seeping through the drawn curtains. “What are you doing?”

He brushed back her hair, sighing. “Just lie still, okay?”

She wiggled her shoulders, wishing she felt better so she could act more obstinate in the face of the soft-spoken command. “But what are you doing?”

She heard a huff of laughter, and the image of a wry grin twisting across his lips bloomed in her mind. His hands gently pressed on her shoulders until she lay back down.

“I’m going to try massaging your head and neck,” he murmured, his fingers ghosting over the back of her neck. “If that’s okay?”

She squeezed a corner of the quilt with one hand, the other resting on Gavin’s thigh. She didn’t look up again, but she offered a quiet “yes” as she traced the patterns of the wrinkles in his pajama pants.

“Alright. I’ll be gentle, okay?”

She didn’t doubt him in the slightest; Gavin was always gentle with her. He was always sweet and steady and gentle, making sure she was comfortable and safe and happy.

He began by massaging her temples, adding gentle pressure as he rubbed small circles on either side of her head. He worked slow, almost languorous, as though he were trying to gently coax the pain away.

“How’s this?” He asked, voice soft as spider’s silk, nearly snatched away by the quiet cry of the wind that still swept through their room.

She hummed, the pain seeming to retreat, if only by a hair. It felt like the slicing pain was receding, flashes of lightning no longer stabbing into her brain. “It feels nice.”

He chuckled, sliding his hands along her hairline, continuing to massage small circles against her head. “And this?”

“It’s nice.”

Fatigue rolled over Rowan like ocean waves, and yet still she couldn’t seem to sleep. She would feel herself dozing, feel the world around her begin to soften and blur. And then suddenly it would sharpen once more, nearly painful in its clarity. Gavin massaging her head was a comforting boon, and yet it couldn’t seem to lull her to sleep.

Not knowing what else to do, Rowan whined. She curled against him, clutching his leg like she would a plushie.

“Rowan? Is everything okay?” He paused his ministrations, brushing her hair back to find her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

She whined again, pressing her face against him. “Can’t sleep.”

He hummed, stroking her hair. “Is rubbing your head not helping?”

“No, it’s helping.” She rolled onto her side, pouting as she stared at the wall. “But I keep getting close to falling asleep and then it’s like I wake back up again.”

He frowned as he drew her back into his lap to resume his work. “Maybe you need something else that will help calm your mind.”

“Like what?”

“Well I could count sheep for you.” She could hear the note of teasing in his voice, could practically hear the way his lips slid up in a sly smile.

“Could you just knock me out? I think that might help.”

A sigh. “Rowan, I’m not going to physically knock you out.”

“Why? You’re strong enough.”

He paused long enough to pinch her cheek. “I’m not going to knock you out. I’m not hurting you.”

She huffed, squeezing her eyes closed. “Well I think it needs to be something more than counting sheep. I tried that earlier and it didn’t help.”

He brushed his hands down the nape of her neck, gently at first, but as he repeated the motion he began adding pressure, pressing his fingers down on either side of her spine. “We could try again if you want.”

“I don’t know…” She trailed off, squeezing his leg tight again. “I feel bad. You need to sleep, too.”

“Don’t feel bad, pumpkin. You feeling better is the only thing that matters to me right now.”

“But you getting rest matters to me.”

He shushed her, curling over her to kiss the top of her head. “Let me take care of you, okay? We can handle tomorrow when it comes.”

“Okay…” She pouted, huffing a deep sigh. But all her theatrics did was make Gavin chuckle, and he kissed her head again before sitting back against the pillows.

They lapsed into silence for a while, the only sound in the room the rush of the wind, the rumble of the air conditioning, and the quiet hum of Gavin’s voice as he cycled through melodies familiar and new as he massaged her head.

“Gavin,” she said at last, her voice strangely small in the quiet. She felt like the night was pressing down on her, the shadows heavy. She felt less lonely with Gavin awake, but the darkness still weighed on her, and she wished it could be banished, imagined that would somehow cure the insomnia that haunted her.

“What is it, pumpkin?” His voice was soft, warm. She wanted to cup it between her hands, wanted to hold it against her heart. His voice was her favourite song, one of the few things that forever comforted her and gave her peace. And perhaps that would be her cure for tonight, the solace of his voice finally bringing her a scrap of serenity.

“Do you think you could just talk for a while?” She peeked up at him from beneath the fringe of her messy bangs. “Not counting sheep, just talking for a while.”

His fingertips grazed her cheek, trailing down the line of her jaw. “Of course. What would you like to talk about?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Anything at all. Tell me about your day. What you had for lunch, what you were looking forward to when you got home. Just anything at all.”

He chuckled, threading his fingers through her hair. “Well there’s not really much to tell. The mission today was pretty tiring, and we had to drive hours out of the city for it.”

“It wasn’t even exciting?” That sounded awfully lame. What was the point of having to travel away from home for a mission only for it to be boring?

He snorted. “Well what would you consider exciting?”

“Hmmm.” She closed her eyes, conjuring up an image of an exciting mission. Something like a mix between an episode of the old Sailor Moon and an episode of a police procedural. Glitter exploding from the muzzle of guns, technicolour enemies shifting from birds and wolves and vacuum cleaners, throwing shimmering balls of light and literal music notes that blast ear-splitting sound when they connect with an enemy.

“You’ve seen Sailor Moon, right?”

She cracked open her eyes just to see the look of disbelief Gavin levelled her. “I’m married to you, aren’t I?”

She snorted, pinching him as he chuckled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Only that I’ve committed every episode of the original series, the new series, and all the movies to memory,” he teased, stroking the side of her temple. “Because you love it so much.”

Rowan huffed, the desire to act petulant curbed only by the incessant ache in her head that made the world seem to churn. She only nestled her head back down, breathing in the smell of their shared detergent and fresh air and pine that seemed to cling to Gavin.

“Well?” He ran his fingers through her hair, massaging the back of her head.

“Well what?”

“Well what does Sailor Moon have to do with things?”

She opened her eyes, blinked. That was right.

“I was picturing you fighting an enemy like in Sailor Moon,” she admitted. “Like a great big vacuum cleaner monster or someone dressed like an 80s rockstar throwing big glittery stars that explode at you and everyone.”

He snorted, laughter rumbling through him. It reverberated into her bones, made her smile as she felt the sparks of his delight in her own bones. “Unfortunately, my mission definitely wasn’t as exciting as that.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Is it?” He ran his hand down the back of her neck again.

“Seems better than paperwork.”

His voice was full of mirth, the hands at her neck gentle as a whisper. “It would be better, but it might mean I get to see you less.”

She pouted. “Just take me with you.”

“I can’t just take you with me, pumpkin. Especially not if someone is throwing big glittery stars that explode.”

She only stuck her bottom lip out further, summoning up as much petulance as she could. “I bet I could take them.”

He stroked her hair, brushing it back from her brow. “I wouldn’t want to risk you getting hurt. I’d be too worried.”

“Okay, okay.” She yawned, squeezing her eyes shut tight. “But I think all your missions should be fun.”

“Well if you want something fun, we could watch Sailor Moon tomorrow.” He hummed. “If you’re feeling better.”

“I would like that,” she sighed, clutching him as tightly as she could. A wave of exhaustion rolled over her, and hope kindled in her heart at the weight of her limbs. Maybe she would be able to sleep, maybe she would be able to feel better.

“Gavin?” She looked up, searching for his eyes in the dark.

“Hmm?” He cupped her cheek. “I’m right here, what is it?”

“You know I think you’re a little magical.” She hoped he could see her smile, hoped he could see it.

He stroked the corner of her lips, humming for a moment. “Really? Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re always so kind, and you’re gentle, and you woke up just to stay with me while I couldn’t sleep.” She covered his hand with hers, their fingers twining together. “And I feel a little sleepy, which I didn’t think was possible.”

“It’s because I love you,” he breathed, stroking her cheek gently. “And I’m also very talented with my hands.”

Rowan snorted. “You are very skilled at making little crafts, and at fixing up Sparky and the car.”

“Well, there are a few other things too…” His voice dipped low as he trailed off, and she could have sworn his eyes seemed to burn in the dark as one hand slid down her side, playing with the lacey edges of her pajama shorts.

She smacked him, biting back a laugh. “Gavin I don’t think that will be much use right now.”

“Are you sure?” His tone was light, teasing. “I heard that the hormones your body releases can help with headaches when-”

She pinched him this time, and his words cut off with a jagged gasp, followed by snorting laughter.

He batted her hand away, the picture of a mischievous smile arcing across his lips blooming in her mind. “I’m just saying it could be worth a try. It’ll make you sleepy afterwards, too.”

She wouldn’t lie and say the idea had no merit, or that it didn’t kindle something deep in her core. But she was also tired, and her head still ached terribly.

“Maybe if I’m still not feeling well we can try it tomorrow,” she murmured, trying to curl up against him, to show that all she wanted was to be held. “But right now I just want you to hold me, babey.”

The hand at her thigh drew back, and he cradled her in his arms as he readjusted until he was lying on his side and she was pressed against his chest.

“Of course, love,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her brow. “Whatever will make you happiest.”

“Will you keep rubbing my head?”

One of his hands tangled in her hair once more, combing through it until his fingertips brushed against the back of her neck. “Of course.”

Her fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt as she tried curling closer. “And will you keep talking?”

“I will until you’re fast asleep.”

She felt herself deflate a little, her energy slowly being siphoned away. “Thank you. I’m sorry for keeping you up.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I want to make sure you’re feeling alright.”

“What about work tomorrow?”

“You let me handle that, okay?” He brushed another kiss to the top of her head, as though he believed his kisses might help to heal the unrelenting pain that had been plaguing her the entire day. “You’re much more important right now. And I’m sure they can go without me for a day.”

She would have sat up had the thought of moving not been so utterly exhausting. She was warm where she was, comfortable. Gavin’s heart was pulsing steadily against her cheek, the gentle beat beneath a lullaby.

“Why would they go without you for a day?” She yawned again, tangling her legs with his as she tried scooting closer. He was a healing salve, and she could feel the pain receding from the bones of her skull the longer he held her close.

Gavin didn’t respond for a moment, humming a melody she couldn’t quite place as he pressed his fingers down gently on either side of her spine, gliding them down to the base of her neck and then up and over past the nape of her neck before repeating the motion.

“I might stay home tomorrow.”

“Why?”

He hummed a while longer, the quiet stretching on for an eternity in the dark. Then, finally, “I want to make sure you’re okay. This seems like a pretty bad migraine if it’s keeping you up.”

Now she did look up, and although the room was dark she still felt as the world tipped and whirled around her, dizziness taking over. “Babey, you can’t do that. You’re the commander, what if they need you.”

He chuckled, drawing her back down before continuing. “I can do that, my princess. And I will. I’d rather be home with you and make sure you’re alright than be at work worrying all day.”

“But-”

He shushed her, squeezing her tight before resuming his gentle ministrations as he spoke. “They can make do for one day. Eli is perfectly capable of leading them for one day.”

“You don’t even sound that sure.”

He snorted, pinching her side. “I thought you wanted to go to sleep.”

Rowan huffed, wishing he could see the spectacular pout she was putting on. “I do.”

“Then don’t worry about me. Just focus on sleeping.”

She scrunched up her face. Although she knew Gavin couldn’t see it, still she felt it was necessary. He was the one who’d brought up not going into work tomorrow, wasn’t he? So this was clearly his fault for worrying her.

“And before you say anything,” he paused, one hand moving to cup her cheek, his thumb straying to her bottom lip. “I know you’re pouting. And that won’t help you sleep either.”

Against her better judgement, Rowan rolled onto her stomach, pressing her face against the pillow so Gavin couldn’t tease her.

This was a choice she regretted instantly as another dizzy spell slammed into her and the pounding in her head returned with a renewed force that brought tears to her eyes.

For his part, villain that he was in this moment, all Gavin did was chuckle, so soft the sound was nearly swept up in the winds. He pried her from the pillow, tucking her back against his chest, laughing all the while.

“Don’t be like that,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “I’m sorry for upsetting you, pumpkin.”

“You should be,” she groused. “You’re the one that brought up work and worried me.”

“I thought you were the one that was asking about my mission.”

She pinched his hip, earning a short gasp before he enveloped her hand in his, stopping her from doing anymore damage. “Alright, alright. It’s all my fault, love. I shouldn’t have worried you.”

“You shouldn’t have.”

“I know.” His voice was softer now, warm as the first beams of morning sunshine. “But you’re worrying me, too.”

She felt herself deflate, her eyes still stinging with tears wrought by the incessant pain. “I don’t want to worry you.”

She felt his lips brushing against her brow as he murmured quietly. “I know. I know you don’t. But why not try sleeping? It might help, and you might feel a little better in the morning.”

“Okay.” She sighed, balling the fabric of his shirt in her hands. At least he was here with her. Perhaps it was selfish, but she was glad he was awake, was so very happy he had woken up and stayed awake with her. Migraines always made her feel so lonely, the pain hounding her whether she was awake or asleep, stopping her from getting any restful sleep. She couldn’t focus on anything, couldn’t do anything, and she forever felt like a phantom haunting the halls of some long-forgotten, crumbling manor.

And the night was loneliest. The pallid light was easier on her eyes, not exacerbating her migraine the way the brilliant sunshine did, but it felt weak, and it made her sad whenever she wandered aimlessly, trying to make herself tired enough to finally sleep. Lights seemed brighter, sounds seemed loud enough to shatter her ears.

But she didn’t feel so lonely now. Gavin was here with her, and he made her feel warm, made her feel safe. The pain still remained, but she could feel it beginning to soften, beginning to ebb away like tides being drawn back out to sea.

“I love you,” she breathed, wishing she could be closer, wishing she could stay in his arms forever. Maybe it would be alright if he stayed home tomorrow.

Gavin brushed her bangs back from her brow, adding gentle pressure to her temples now. “I love you, too. But you should sleep.”

“I’m trying,” she whined, squeezing his shirt tighter.

“Would you like me to keep talking?” He slid his hands to her brow then back to her temples, repeating the motion while adding pressure. “Did that help?”

“It did. I like your voice.”

His breathing seemed to hitch, and she imagined the way his cheeks flushed whenever she said something that flustered him. His ears were probably red as a sunset sky, the colour staining his cheeks and creeping down his throat.

She grinned, biting back a giggle as he cleared his throat. He could be such a dork, blushing at even the smallest of compliments. She wanted to kiss him, wanted to squish his cheeks between her hands and tell him how much she adored him.

Although perhaps she would save that for tomorrow. She felt as though a fog was settling over her mind, and her thoughts were becoming slippery. Her body was growing heavy, and she felt as though she were sinking into the blankets tucked around her.

“Then I’ll keep talking.” His voice sounded further away than it had just a moment ago, as if he were talking to her from another room. “Although maybe I’ll avoid talking about work.”

“That might be a good idea,” she managed, feeling as though her words were coming from elsewhere. Had she even spoken at all?

“Well I could talk about that book you lent me. I’m almost done reading it.”

“D’you like it?” She sighed, trying to remember which book she’d given him. It had been the fairytale-inspired one, hadn’t it? Where all of the characters were based on fairytales and they went to space?

“I do like it. Although it reminds me a bit of Sailor Moon sometimes.”

“You say that like…” She trailed off, yawning. She nestled closer, breathing in the smell of his shirt, letting it lull her mind. She nearly forgot what she was about to say. Something about Sailor Moon and a book he was reading and… Oh yes, she remembered.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He returned to massaging her neck, his movements slow and languorous, as if he had all the time in the world. “It’s not. But one of the characters is a magic moon princess, is she not?”

Rowan mumbled what she thought was a ‘yes’ although she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t remember even opening her mouth to speak. Only that Gavin had asked a question, and he hummed softly afterwards.

The melody was more familiar now, one of her favourite songs that she always begged him to play when they were on road-trips together.

“Are you humming ‘Paper Rings?’”

He chuckled. “I am. It makes me think of you.”

“It makes me think of you.”

“Well, you can think of me while you’re dreaming, okay?”

“Mmm’kay.” She could barely get the words out, wasn’t even sure if she actually did. But Gavin seemed pleased either way, brushing a kiss to the top of her head.

Rowan could feel the world wavering in and out of focus. One moment he was solid against her, the next all she felt was a gentle warmth curling around her, keeping her safe. It was strange, being on the precipice of waking and sleeping. She didn’t want to let Gavin go, didn’t want to fully slip away into dreams. Wouldn’t he feel lonely too, if he was awake and she had fallen asleep? And what if she dreamt of something scary, something bad. Migraines brought on nightmares too, and what if she was wrenched from her hard-earned sleep by one?

Gavin continued to stroke her hair for a while longer, calming the sudden panic of her thoughts. He murmured quietly, his words drowning out the last of her thoughts, until all she could focus on was the tenor of his voice. She didn’t even know what he was saying anymore, only that she liked listening to it, and she hoped he would always be here with her.

She didn’t know she was fading into her dreams until the last of her consciousness had slipped from her grasp, like water spilling through the spaces between her fingers. All she knew was that she was wrapped in a warm embrace by someone precious, the melody of a song she could no longer place chasing after her through the shifting landscape of her dreams as she raced into the arms of her most beloved person.

She was warm, and safe, and she would never have to fear being alone ever again, not even in her dreams.

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The Scent of Sweet Osmanthus - [Gavin]

Since it was going to be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon, a certain mother had decided to make some dessert for the occasion. 

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Piiiiiiiii!

The whistling sound of the boiling kettle had interrupted Wardia from her reverie. She turned off the stove and carefully moved the hot kettle to its stand on the kitchen counter before returning to whisking the flour mixture in the mixing bowl. It had been a while since the last time she had done any baking. Since she had all the necessary ingredients on hand, she thought that she could try making some osmanthus cakes for the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival.

“Let’s see…”

While still whisking the flour mixture in the mixing bowl, Wardia glanced towards the recipe paper that was stuck on the hanging cabinet above her. She skimmed from the top of the recipe down to the required next step at the lower part of the paper before reading aloud.

“Add dried osmanthus flower to the mixture and carefully mix it… Ok, got it.”

After placing the bowl down on the counter, Wardia retrieved the sealed packet of dried osmanthus flowers from one of the hanging cabinets above the counter. As she unsealed the packet, she instantly caught a whiff of the faintly sweet osmanthus scent. The familiar scent had brought a smile to her face as she recalled a certain fond memory in the distant past.

Of a time when the tree of the sweet osmanthus was in full bloom and its branches were swaying ever so slightly, further dispersing the sweet scent of the orange blossoms in the air.

Although Wardia was fond of all kinds of flowers, the sweet osmanthus had always been special to her because of its symbolism and the memories associated with it.

“You won’t be happy with him.”

Her smile had faded upon hearing the echoing voice from her past.

Initially, both of Wardia’s parents had strongly opposed her marriage to that man. After personally meeting him, they were certain that her marriage to him would be one bound for unhappiness. Aside from his disagreeable nature, their disapproval was mainly because he was affiliated with the military.

Since Wardia was their precious one and only child, it was natural for them to be concerned for her future with someone like him. That was why they had persistently persuaded her to reconsider her decision to be with that man.

“You deserve someone better than him.”

Wardia was fully aware of her parents’ goodwill and concerns, but she had never doubted the man’s sincerity and feelings towards her. While he spoke bluntly and had a permanently stern expression on his face, she knew that he wasn’t actually a cold-hearted person. Her parents hadn’t known him as well as she did, which was why they had such a poor impression of him.

Nonetheless, it was because her parents had loved her very much that they eventually gave in to Wardia’s persistence and gave their blessings on her marriage. Ultimately, they only wanted her to be happy. If she believed she would obtain this happiness from being with him, they had no reasons to oppose it.

“Whenever things get unbearable, you can always return home.”

She had nodded at them with a smile back then, all while holding back the tears in her eyes.

Wardia wouldn’t say that she had a good eye for men, but she wasn’t completely clueless either since she had been wooed by many men and had also been pestered into attending several blind dates by her coworkers.

Of all the men she had encountered, he was the only person who could give her a complete sense of ease. Even after he had accidentally found out about her Evol, which she had never told anyone before for fear of being regarded as a freak, that man hadn’t shunned or treated her any differently. He was the one who had allowed her to experience how reassuring it was to have someone accepting everything about her without prejudice.

Likewise, Wardia was also one of the few who understood that man beyond his unapproachable and stony facade. He was, in fact, an upright man with a strong sense of duty, who wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself to protect others. Even though no one knew about his deeds, the man had never wavered in his convictions. This righteous and selfless spirit of his was what Wardia admired about him.

Even so, the most steadfast person was, ultimately, still merely a human.

Even if he didn’t show it on his face, it didn’t mean that he was impervious to weariness and negative emotions. Knowing that he was the kind of person who chose to bear everything in silence, Wardia decided to be the one who would always stand by his side and offered him solace during these difficult and lonely moments.

“People like him would always prioritize fulfilling their duties above all else. Love and family will never be his top priority.”

That was one of the things that her parents had warned her about before her marriage.

It was something to be expected when marrying a strait-laced military man. Even the man himself had confessed to her during the marriage proposal that he would always prioritize his duty and the greater good over everything else.

While most people would find that statement amidst a marriage proposal to be insensitive, Wardia wasn’t the least bit offended. She understood the man’s intention. Instead of avoiding the subject and having her regret it in the future, the man would rather her be clear about what she was getting into by marrying him.

So, she accepted his proposal and quitted her job in order to become a full-time housewife. Since he would be fully committing himself to the military, she would be dedicating herself to looking after their family and home.

While she wouldn’t know if her decision was the best or the worst choice that she had made in life, what she can be certain of was that she had never thought of their marriage as a mistake, even now, after many years had passed.

“Alright, that should be enough.”

After thoroughly mixing the osmanthus-added flour mixture, Wardia breathed out a soft sigh before she left the whisk in the mixing bowl and placed them on the kitchen counter. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears and glanced at the nearby clock on the wall to check the current time. Just when she had taken note of the current time being two o'clock in the afternoon, she had heard a boy’s voice resounding faintly from the hallway outside the kitchen.

“Mum, I am home!”

A tender smile had naturally crossed Wardia’s lips upon hearing the familiar voice.

It was her “little man”, who had finally returned from running an errand for her.

“Welcome home, little Gav!”

She called out from the kitchen sink while washing off the remaining flour mixture on her hands. By the time she had dried her hands and turned towards the kitchen’s entry, she saw a thirteen-year-old boy entering the kitchen with a heavy-looking grocery bag within his arms. The boy had nodded at Wardia before he dutifully went and placed the bag on the kitchen counter beside the refrigerator. As she watched the boy taking out the items from the grocery bag and putting them on the kitchen counter one-by-one, a single thought crossed Wardia’s mind.

How quickly time flies.

Her son was already a teenager and yet, it felt like it hadn’t been that long when Wardia found out that she was with child for the first time. As someone who was fond of children, she had always wanted a child of her own. Thus, she was obviously overjoyed and couldn’t contain her excitement as informed her husband of the news. She could still remember how that man, who rarely showed any emotions, was genuinely surprised when she told him about it.

The sight of his stony expression softening gradually and the way his eyes lit up with genuine wonder was heartwarming to her. At that moment, she didn’t doubt that the man loved their son as much as herself. After all, he had even spent several sleepless nights at the study room, despite his work commitments, in order to think up a name for their firstborn. Eventually, he had decided on a name that was as candid as himself and fully-embodied all his expectations towards their child.

To be brave, bold and undefeated in every battle… Gavin (Bai Qi).

Alas, expectation was akin to a double-edged sword.

The higher was one’s expectation, the more devastating the disappointment would be when said expectation was not met.

Once he realized that Gavin would never be able to fulfill his expectations, he had completely turned his back on the boy, even though it wasn’t even their son’s fault that he wasn’t born with an Evol. Wardia, who had always accommodated the man and accepted his zealous dedication towards his duty, couldn’t help but to feel indignant at watching Gavin being shunned by his father.

She tried desperately in persuading her husband to change the way he treated Gavin. However, the man was stubborn to a fault. So, their conversation always ended up in arguments, which eventually led to the man leaving the house and never returned for a prolonged period.

Wardia was used to the man’s occasional absence, but she pitied her son for having to grow up without a father’s presence most of the time. As his mother, she felt guilty whenever she saw the disappointed look on her son’s face after knowing that his father would not be returning home.

Although the boy no longer asked or talked about his father ever since he was eight, Wardia knew that he merely didn’t do so because he didn’t want her to be feeling sad or guilty about it. Her son had always been far more considerate and mature than his peers, which was something that made her both proud and worried about him. If Wardia could have it her way, she would rather Gavin took his time in enjoying his youth than for him to rush into becoming an adult.

Having noticed her silent gaze, Gavin had suddenly looked over his shoulder. There was a questioning look in the boy’s amber eyes as he met her gaze. With a gentle smile on her face, Wardia stepped forward and embraced her son, who had tensed up for a moment.

“Mum?”

She merely giggled while patting the back of Gavin’s head. No matter how much her son had grown or how mature he behaved in front of her, she would never stop doting on him.

“Little Gav, my sweet child.” She murmured while nuzzling her face against the top of his head.

For now, Gavin’s height was still below her shoulders. However, she had no doubt that he would soon grow to be much taller than her. By then, she would no longer be able to nuzzle against his hair as she did now, just like how the boy no longer clung onto her sleeves as he did when he was a small child. Although the thought had caused Wardia to feel a little lonely, it can’t be helped. After all, that was how it was to watch one’s child grow up.

With a soft sigh, Wardia released Gavin from her embrace.

“Thank you for buying the groceries, Little Gav.”

“It’s nothing,” said the boy while avoiding her gaze. Despite his stoic tone, there was a barely noticeable blush on his face.

“Oh, I am in the middle of making some osmanthus cakes. Would you like to help me fill the molds with the flour mixture, while I keep the rest of the groceries away?”

As she expected, the boy nodded without hesitation. He had always been eager to help with any household chores.

Thus, Wardia took out the cupcake molds from one of the kitchen drawers and placed them next to the bowl of flour mixture on the counter before she went to sort out the remaining items in the grocery bag. The task itself was simple and this wasn’t the first time Gavin had helped her in the kitchen, but she would still glance towards Gavin’s direction occasionally to see how he was doing.

Seeing that Gavin was diligently filling up the molds, she suddenly recalled a similar scene from her memories, of a five-year old boy standing on a small wooden step stool next to a nine-year-old Gavin at the kitchen counter.

Feeling her eyes welling up at the memory, Wardia quickly turned her head away from Gavin’s direction and looked back down on the groceries that were spread out on the counter. She subtly wiped at her tear-brimmed eyes while sorting between the items that need to be kept in the fridge and those that will be used for dinner later.

She felt calmer by the time she was done with her task and had decided to check on Gavin’s progress. She saw the boy sprinkling the dried osmanthus flower on the last cupcake mold. As soon as he was done, he had straightened up from his earlier bending posture and looked towards Wardia.

“Mum, they are ready.”

Wardia nodded with a smile.

“Then, let’s put them in the steamer.”

After the filled-up molds had been placed into the steamer for ten minutes, Wardia took them out and started to gently unmold one of the cakes onto the serving plate. Gavin, who had observed the way Wardia unmolded the first cake, had also helped in doing the same for the rest. When all the cakes had been unmolded, Wardia took one of the osmanthus cakes that weren’t too hot and held it close towards Gavin’s face.

“Little Gav, have a try and see if it still tastes as good as before.”

Perhaps out of embarrassment at being hand-fed, the boy had hesitated for a moment before he eventually took a small bite from the offered cake. Since Gavin’s expression had remained unchanged while he chewed on the cake, Wardia awaited his remark with bated breath.

“Hmm, it tastes good.”

Breathing a sigh of relief at hearing his remark, Wardia noticed that there were some cake crumbs at the side of Gavin’s mouth. Chuckling softly, she reached out and gently brushed the crumbs away from Gavin’s face before speaking in a teasing manner.

“Is little Gav keeping some “leftovers” for his future wife?”

At first, Gavin didn’t understand the meaning of her words. It was after a few seconds had passed that the boy eventually grasped the situation. His face had instantly turned beet-red as he cried out in protest.

“Mum!”

Seeing her son’s flushed face, Wardia laughed heartily.

No one knew what will happen in the future, but she sincerely hoped that she would be able to be with Gavin in every part of his life, or at least, until he found the one who will understand, cherish and share a lifetime with him.

As a mother, nothing assured her more than knowing with certainty that there will be someone who will look after her little Gav in her stead.

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