#late to the party 81

[navybrat817]

WWBD?

Why would Rocker Bucky do if you came back with a new tattoo, one that you’d been inspired to get because of him?

He'd lose his mind.

"What the fuck is that?"

He didn't mean for it to come out that way when you showed him your new tattoo. It wasn't like you were the first one because of him. Plenty of fans and groupies had. But this was different because it was you.

His Luna.

And his Luna was now sporting a white wolf tattoo with his initials underneath it.

He couldn't remember the last time he got so hard so fast.

"It's a tattoo. You should know that," you giggled, grabbing some Hustle Butter to apply to the area. "And I don't give a shit if you don't like it. I'm keeping it."

He blinked and grabbed the ointment from your hand. "I fucking love it," he whispered, taking special care as he applied it to the ink. He wasn't a gentle man, but he showed a softer side with you.

Because you were his girl. His doll. His Luna. And now you had his brand to show it.

"I'm glad you like it," you said casually, but there was a pleased look in your eyes when you saw how uncomfortable he looked in his pants.

"Open your legs," he said once he was done.

"Why?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"'Cause if I'm not inside you, I'll lose my mind," he growled, pushing your thighs apart. "Think you can show me that and not have me fuck you?"

"Just try not to blow your load too quickly," you teased, gasping when he smacked your thigh.

"Keep talking like that and I'll fuck your throat first."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

If he traces the tattoo again later with a tender look in his eyes, you won't draw attention to it. You're just glad he liked it. And it'll be a nice surprise when you discover he's getting a tattoo because of you, too.

*****

Love and thanks! ❤️

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Learn your lesson

A/N: Have a thot for Chris Evan’s birthday. Can be read alone or as a follow-up to Language.

Check out my master list and the series master list

Beta’d by @christywantspizza 

Mood board by me (Chris Evan’s hands pic by @riricitaa)

Divider by @firefly-graphics 

WC: 1.5k

Pairing: Mean Dom! Steve x Brat! Reader

CW: Fingering, Swearing, Degradation, Praise, Spanking, Pussy slapping, Rough (unprotected) P in V sex, Fingers in mouth, Cream pie, Secret workplace romance.

“Oh, fuck!”

Your fingers scrabbled for purchase on the desk. Papers and pens fell to the floor, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the pair of thick fingers slowly pushing in and pulling out of your sopping cunt and the broad hand between your shoulder blades holding you flat to the wooden surface.

Hot breath fanned across your ear.

“What have I told you before about your language, sweetheart?”

Steve’s teeth nipped at your earlobe and your eyes rolled back in your head as he curled his fingers inside you, dragging the rough pads across your g-spot. Your legs trembled and you were thankful for the desk holding you up. 

The hand on your back slid up and around, grasping your chin and pulling your body upwards, the back of your head resting against his collarbone.

“Don’t ignore me. Answer your Captain. Or have you gone completely dumb already?”

Your mouth was slack, but somehow you managed to form some words.

“Sorry. Captain.”

“What are you sorry for?” 

His fingers slowed down to a languous drag and you could feel your walls fluttering around them.

“For apparently not being fucking loud enough. Couldn’t you hear me, old man? Fuck, fuck, fuckety fuck!”

He shoved you back down with a growl, pressing between your shoulders once again, stopping you from moving. His fingers pulled out of your cunt with a wet squelching sound and you mewled at the empty sensation.

“I can’t believe that even after your last lesson you still haven’t learnt anything.”

You heard the jangle of his belt buckle being released, and like a bell causing a pavlovian response, you felt yourself get wetter.

“If I remember correctly, Captain. Your language wasn’t much better during that lesson…”

CRACK

His large palm smacked down on your ass cheek, sending delicious sparks of pain through your body.

“You just can’t help yourself can you? You need a firmer lesson this time?”

The next sound was the metallic drag of his zipper being lowered, and it took all of your willpower not to wiggle back; You didn’t want him to know how absolutely desperate for this you were.

His cockhead slid through your folds and you gasped, a sound that quickly turned to a cry as he pressed forwards, sinking into your wet heat. The stretch and accompanying burn was almost completely overwhelming and you throbbed around him.

“Steve!” His name was a whine as it left your mouth.

CRACK

“That’s not who I am, sweetheart. You might not be able to keep your mouth clean, but you can at least remember that.”

You dragged air into your lungs with ragged breaths, dizzy, just from the feeling of being full of him. The hand that he’d been using to spank you slipped around your hip, between your folds and started to draw lazy circles on your engorged clit.

“Captain… please.”

He chuckled, a sound that you knew was a prelude to further sexual torment.

“Oh, there she is. My polite girl. So nice to me now that you want to cum.”

He yanked you up again, his fingers pressing into the hinge of your jaw on each side.

“But I don’t think you deserve it yet.” 

His voice was a low hiss, further punctuated by a slap to your pussy and you jerked in his hold, unintentionally moving yourself up, and then back down his rigid length, where it was buried inside you. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes and saliva started to pool in your mouth from where Steve was holding it open. 

He was still holding himself still inside you, his hips pressed up against your buttocks and you couldn’t help but clench your walls. Everything was feeling deliciously foggy. 

Steve’s hand left your drenched cunt and he pushed two glistening fingers into your open mouth, wiping them over your tongue. You tried to close your lips around his digits, but his other hand on your jaw wouldn’t allow it - the best you could do was move your tongue over them, licking your own juices from him.

That’s when he started to move, pulling back his hips and pistoning them into you, holding you immobile with both hands on your face. Your own hands took hold of his forearms where they were pressed against your chest, needing some way of holding yourself up. The only sounds you could make were wet burbles and gasps as Steve viciously fucked you, and you loved it. You could feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter, and you knew Steve could feel it too.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Love this tight little cunt. Being so good for me now. Shh, shh, take it. Take it. Good, fucking girl.

Steve’s filthy mouth, your garbled moans and the slapping sound of skin on skin came together to make one erotic symphony. Your legs shook and you could feel the tightening coil within your abdomen; so close, but yet still so far. 

You couldn’t speak, Steve’s fingers too far inside your mouth, but you whimpered and rolled your hips back against Steve’s rough thrusts, hoping he’d pick up on your desperation. Luckily for you, the Captain was nothing if not perceptive. He yanked his soaking fingers from your mouth, bringing them down on your pussy with a wet slap, although far gentler than previously. The hand on your jaw eased as you squeaked out at the impact.

“Does my little brat think she deserves it now?”

“Captain! Please! I’ll be good… need to cum. Please.”

You no longer cared how pathetic you sounded, your visceral need for pleasure was taking over your brain.

Steve didn’t reply to your entreaties, just growled in your ear again, before swiping his fingers across your clit, and placing those that had been on your jaw in your mouth.

“Gotta keep this mouth filled with something, don’t I?”

Now that your jaw wasn’t being held open, you closed your lips around his fingers, sucking on them eagerly. You keened around them, as he played with your clit and you barely noticed he’d stopped fucking up into you, as you’d subconciously taken over the movement, rolling your hips and getting yourself off on him.

“So fucking filthy. So fucking cock drunk, so needy, you gotta fuck yourself on me. But that’s okay. Once you cum you’ll be all relaxed and pliant, and I can use you like my own little cock toy. Pump you full of my cum til it’s leaking outta you.” 

He pressed his fingers further into your mouth as he pressed down harder on your clit. You let out a noise part way between a lustful moan and a gag. Your thighs burned as you moved your hips up and down, but you didn’t dare stop; you could feel your orgasm nearing. Tears rolled down your face and Steve turned your head so he could lap and kiss a few of them away.

“Come on, sweetheart.” His voice was gentler now. “Take what you need. That’s it, I can feel you trembling. Cum for me, yeah. Cum for me, like the good girl I know you can be…”

You crested on a cry, your cunt clenching around him. With one set of fingers still working your clit, Steve pulled the others from between your lips and bent you back over the table, restarting his rough thrusts as he chased his own pleasure. 

You were back where you’d started, trying to find purchase on the smooth wood.

“Gimme another. Be a good girl. Fuck!”

Whether it was a second orgasm, or just a continuation of the first one, you didn’t know, but you cried out again, the wave of pleasure rushing through your body. Steve throbbed inside your tight channel, flooding you with warmth as he came. 

For a couple of breaths, he rested against you, and you dragged much needed air into your lungs, before he pulled out of you, causing the pair of you to moan as he did so.

Pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck, he tugged on your skirt, that was bunched up at your waist, pulling it down over your ass, hands smoothing the fabric as he did so. Pulling you upright, he gently turned you to face him, and he straightened out your blouse, tucking it back into your skirt. Next, his hands cupped your face and he kissed you gently, large thumbs wiping away the remains of your tears.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded and gave him a small smile.

“I’m fine, Steve. But you still need to sign that paperwork.”

He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, before letting go of you to scoop the various papers, and your panties, from the floor. The latter he shoved in his pocket before shuffling through the stack of papers briskly, in order to find the one he needed. You passed him a pen as you righted the pencil pot you kept on your desk. He flashed you a grin before scrawling his messy signature across the dotted line.

“There, another boring report signed off.” 

Your lips twitched.

“Without boring reports we wouldn’t have an excuse to see each other.”

“I’d think of one. I need you too much. And besides, who else would keep that mouth of yours in check?”

“I’m sure some fucker or other would…”

Steve growled and you smiled.

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[buckybarnesevents]

It's that time of the week again! Please show some love to our lovely contributors for Week 7!

⊹ it was the summer of ‘69 by @controlofwhatido ⊹ the pineapple contract - Chapter 2 by @buckyismybicycle ⊹ Belong | A Dangerous Game, Tauntung a Wolf | An Angel's Confession by @rookthorne ⊹ Let Me Know by @drabbles-mc ⊹ Pet Names by @im-95-not-dead ⊹ Power Play - Chapter 3 by @late-to-the-party-81 ⊹ Sub Bucky and his Domme by @otpcutie ⊹ Make it Stick: The Dragon (part 1) by @sarah-writes-stucky ⊹ Clocking Out by @navybrat817 ⊹ He Bought a Studio by @buckets-and-trees ⊹ The Cat's Meow by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy

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Don’t forget we have our AO3 Collection open too! Join us this coming week for Week 8!

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[tom-whore-dleston]

I’d love a sneak peek of you Joaquín fic! 😍

Home is Whenever I'm With You is for @the-slumberparty's Week 4 writing challenge and inspired by this moodboard I created for a previous sleepover 😊 Below is the first paragraph of the WIP.

You didn’t understand the phrase “home is where the heart is'' until you moved in with Joaquin Torres. This living arrangement happened by chance. After deciding it was time for you to leave the nest, you found a place for rent that also had a few other roommates. One of them being Joaquin.

In addition, I created a playlist for extra inspo and wholesome feels 🥹🥰 It will be my first Joaquin fic so I am v excited to share it when it's ready!

WIP Tag Game

#whatcha thinkin darling? #late to the party 81 #bb jen 💕 #wip tag game #joaquin torres x reader

[sparkledfirecracker]

For the gem stone asks

Rose Quartz

🥰

Rose quartz is said to be a healing stone. Talk about your favourite comfort fic/creation. Either that you’ve created or consumed.

I’ll give you both Jen, because, why not.

Monsters & Heels was a healing journey for me to finish. I started that one around 10 years prior to finishing it, there’s like 85% of it on actual paper (I still have it) and I originally started it after my therapist suggested me to release trauma in a way that felt right to me. So writing it was, as it’s something I’ve always loved to do. It’s also the one that has some symbolizing elements in that. Plus I’m currently flipping it to original work and expanding it even further. It’s definitely my comfort one that I’ve written myself.

I don’t really read as much as I used to do, due to personal reasons. But a series done by someone else, that’s a comforting one, must be the serial killers from @dreamlessinparis. I’m privileged that she lets me have inside peeks at these creeps, but it’s definitely a comfort series. There’s definitely a different man for everyone really, but I couldn’t pick one over the other, because they’re all so different yet unique to their own. I love the twists and turns Mina offers in the series, some you don’t even see coming. Just love it 🥰

#lilo gives answers #late to the party 81 #gemstone ask game #ask game #navy and roo's sleepover #asks are always open #asks are always welcome #tw therapy

[stuckybingo]

The best laid plans by late-to-the-party-81 Square filled: G3 - Migraines Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Descriptions of Migraines Major tags: Fluff, Hurt-comfort, Pre-serum Steve, Pre-serum bucky, Developing relationship Summary: With Steve’s hectic work schedule, their relationship was never going to be plain-sailing, but they have an uninterrupted 48 hours coming up. Surely nothing will go wrong? Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 5 #participant reblog #late to the party 81 #fic #rated t #mind the tags

[weekendgothgirl]

Look at your cute bf!

😍😍 he’s so pretty ❤️

#ask #sebastian stan #late to the party 81

[drabbles-mc]

Happy Valentine’s Day

Ahh Happy Valentine's Day!! 💕🥰

#ask #asks #late-to-the-party-81

[buckets-and-trees]

Have a treat for your sleepover!

😘😘😘

I think many of us thank you for sending this one in, Jen!

Of course this Bucky lives in my head now as the handsome devil about to knock over a bunch of casinos in Vegas in 1960 in my new Buck’s Eleven story.

which...

nobody asked for this, but how about a treat to go with the snack?

“Oh, doll, he’s Casino Empire. I promise you he’s doing things that should keep you up at night.” Bucky leaned forward and placed his hand over your hand resting on the table. He didn’t break eye contact with you as his fingers glided across the back of your hand. He softly traced a circle over the tender flesh of your inner wrist with his thumb. “I used to keep you up at night doing much better things.”

Link to the List of Sleepover Games

#aspen's anniversary sleepover #aspen is writing #aspen asks #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #snacks & treats #buck's eleven #jen/late-to-the-party-81

[samwilsonbingo]

Do you have a date for the start of round 4?

I am honestly still debating if I want to do a round four

if enough people express they're interested, then I'm willing

- Tori

#late-to-the-party-81 #answered

[thebluemage]

Look at the baby!! ❤️🥰

Yes!! I’m looking. I’m looking!! 🥰 He’s so perfect!! 💕💕

#my inbox #sebastian stan #sending you all my love #thebluemage answers #late-to-the-party-81 #jen 🌷

[navybrat817]

POW pow!!

Ahh! I love this kind of attack. I'm going to pretend both of them have tattoos because those are my tattoo boys. 🔥They have a lot to celebrate after Permanent and they plan to do so all day and night.

Constant

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Bucky and Steve celebrate with you.

Word Count: Over 360

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you possessive behavior, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?)

A/N: I had to do it. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes as Bucky and Steve kept apart. The sheets beneath you ruined from your previous orgasms, your thighs trembling still as they took turns lapping at your soaked pussy. Your hands stayed above your head, obedient since they were determined to break your mind from pleasure. The beauty of it was that they didn't tie you down. They weren't about to ruin the ink on your wrists for a little bondage.

I'm a smart girl. I can count. Why can't I remember how many orgasms I've had?

Part of you felt guilty that you laid there while they worshipped you, but the bliss wore you out. They weren't complaining. You felt their smug smirks against your thighs and cunt each time you let go. You were somehow capable of moans and whimpers as they alternated, flicking your clit and pushing their fingers deep to remind you that your body belonged to them.

My heart, too.

"You're killing me," you mumbled

"Killing us, Blossom," Bucky replied, moving back to give Steve room to feast as you cried out. "We have to celebrate."

They haven't fucked me yet. I may actually die from ecstasy. Avenge me, Mandy. I'm counting on you.

You squeaked as Steve's hands slid under to grip your ass, squeezing as his tongue explored. Your left hand finally moved as you felt another impending orgasm build, but Bucky quickly caught it before you could grab the blonde's hair. Pressing a kiss over your ring, the brunette smiled.

"Give us one more," he urged.

"Bucky-"

"Come," Steve ordered, his breath hot against your folds.

Bucky didn't let go of your hand as the familiar ripple moved through you, soaking Steve's beard again as he groaned. He licked up as much as he could before you whimpered, the signal for him to pull away and let you breathe. You barely made out Steve licking his lips, but the small distraction gave Bucky the opportunity to gather the remaining wetness with his metal fingertips.

"Hope you didn't expect to sleep tonight."

"Sleep is for the weak," you whined as they chuckled.

Bucky was right. You had a lot to celebrate. You could sleep tomorrow.

*****

Love and thanks! ❤️

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Tomorrow is not too late

AN: This fic is for the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming's Jardin de Poemas challenge, and who better to use than Ari? My chosen poetry prompt is in bold.

Whilst this definitely can be read as a stand alone, there is a brief nod to this little ficlet I wrote, so that could be seen as a prequel.

Beta by @navybrat817, divider by @firefly-graphics, mood board by me (with credits to those who took the photos)

Find my master list here and the series master list here

WC: 5.8k

Pairing: Ari x Reader (no ethnicity or body type specified, other than too short to reach top shelves in grocery stores)

CW: Stranger to Friends, Friends to (future) Lovers, Fluff, Getting together, Smidge angst, Ari’s hands and chest hair (totally a warning)

The sun was beating down as you and your friends hung out on the beach. It was a long weekend, and you were all planning to stay up late, play games, eat too much and most definitely drink too much. 

There was a small resort on this part of the beach, but they didn’t mind non-guests coming down, as they also had a public bar and it was definitely going to be your group’s first stop later when the sun started to go down. Whilst all of you needed a respite from the rat-race, all your friends agreed that you needed it the most.  

It was a lovely day. You lay on your towel, soaking up the rays for a time, read your book and then indulged in a water fight in the gentle rolling waves. You ate some of the picnic that you’d all contributed too and it was all enough, to make you forget your troubles, at least for a while. As the day was drawing to a close, you took yourself off a ways, to sit on one of the dunes and stare out at the ocean, imagining that with every wave that crashed ashore and retreated back out, some of your sadness was going with it. You turned as you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, and your friend, Iris, sat down next to you, slinging her arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close.

“How’re you doing, Puss?” 

A small smile appeared on your face at the use of your childhood nickname, a callback to your obsession with all things Puss in Boots.

“Alright, I suppose. Up and down. I still don’t understand why?  Why he did it? I loved him so much.”

Iris rubbed her hand up and down your arm, biting back the words she wanted to say, because you weren’t ready to hear them yet. Not ready to hear her say what she really thought about your ex-boyfriend.

“I don’t know, Puss. I don’t know. But I do know you will get through it, cos you’re strong, okay?

You blinked back the tears that threatened to spill, determined not to let Kyle’s actions spoil this weekend.

“Okay.  Come on, let’s get back to the others, pack up and head to the bar. I need a drink or three.”

“It’s like you read my mind.  Sure you don’t wanna run off with me?” You hugged her back, hard, smacking a wet kiss to her cheek, making her laugh and push you away, making over-exaggerated gagging noises.

The pair of you were giggling as you stood and ran, hand in hand, down the sandy slope.

It was fairly crowded in the resort bar, but given the long weekend, that wasn’t too surprising. There was a mixture of locals and guests; the latter asking the former about any hidden gems in the way of restaurants and places to visit.

Your group had taken up residence  in one of the corners, where there were some wicker sofas and armchairs, covered in cushions that had a distinctive ‘70’s vibe. You were two cocktails and a shot in, and feeling nicely mellow. Laughter bounced off the walls as you all chatted about work and families. You were hoping that the conversation wouldn’t turn to relationships anytime soon when Iris elbowed you in the ribs.

“Pssst!! Puss!”

“Whaaaaat?”

“The guy behind the bar, one of the resort owners - he’s totally checking you out.”

You glanced up, where one of the tallest and broadest men you’d ever set eyes on was looking over at your group. His dirty blond hair sat, shaggily, near his shoulder, and an equally scruffy looking beard covering his chin and jaw. He was hot. And way out of your league. You turned back to your friend and rolled your eyes.

“I doubt it’s me he’s watching, probably Gracie.” You waved your hand in the direction of your other friend, a tall, leggy blonde with annoyingly perky natural assets and a tiny waist. It would be easy to hate her if she wasn’t such a sweetheart.

“Nope, I think it’s definitely you. I bet if you get up and head across to the ladies he’ll watch you. If he doesn’t, I’ll buy your next shot, but if he does, you owe me a shot, and you have to buy from him.”

“Oh, it’s on!” Iris knew your weak-spot; you could never resist a challenge.

You stood up, smoothed your skirt, and grabbed your purse, before you made your way across the crowded bar towards the restrooms. You tried to subtly look across in your peripheral vision to see if the barman was watching you.

Fuck. He was.

You felt heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks and tried not to hurry the last few feet to the ladies room. You pushed through the door and grabbed hold of the nearest sink, looking at yourself in the mirror.  Your eyes were bright due to the alcohol you’d had and there was still some sand in your hair from earlier.  Why was a guy like that looking at you? You had to admit, it felt nice to be looked at, but you were still dealing with the aftermath of Kyle and you didn’t do one night stands.

You splashed water on your face, and then patted it dry. Semi-happy with your appearance, you exited the restroom and headed to the bar; you owed Iris that drink. Heat prickled over you as you approached; you could feel his eyes on you. When you got so close that you could no longer avoid it, you looked up at the man from beneath your lashes. Your breath caught in your throat, because he was even more handsome, and striking, up close. His eyes were the blue of the ocean, flecked with green and swirling with hidden depths. His hair and beard were also a symphony of different colours; golden, ash, light brown, auburn, all melding together to create something truly beautiful.  His lips, pink, plump and slightly chapped, turned up into a smile as you approached.

“Hey there, angel.  What’ll it be?”

His voice was deep and sonorous, the rumble washing through your body in a way that made your imagination race.

“Umm, can I get two tequila’s please.”

“Sure thing.” He turned to find the shot glasses and the correct bottle.  “So, you and your friends have a good beach day? Great weather for it.”  

You felt the corners of your mouth twitching at his attempt at smalltalk.

“It was lovely, thanks.”

He placed the two shots on a tray and you handed over your card to pay. He rang it up and then passed you back the card, his eyes twinkling, small crinkles around the edges. As you took hold of your card, his fingers brushed yours, and you swore a jolt of electricity ran up your arm.

“I’m Ari, by the way. Ari Levinson.”

“Thanks, Ari.”  You picked up the tray and started to move away.

“Hey,” he called. “What do I call you?”

You chuckled. He was persistent, you had to give him that.

“Angel.”

His smile split into a broad grin before he laughed as well, shaking his head as he started to clean the bar.

Your town wasn’t the biggest, and after that day you seemed to bump into Ari everywhere. First in the grocery store, when you were reaching up to grab your favourite chips from the top shelf.  You were standing on your toes, grocery basket in one hand, the other outstretched above your head searching futilely. The tip of your tongue was poking out of the corner of your mouth in concentration, when a tanned, golden haired arm crossed your peripheral vision and then suddenly the chips were in your basket.

“Good choice, Angel.”  He smiled that smile that made your knees slightly weak and your heart beat loud in your chest.

“Thanks Ari.”  You chastised yourself when your voice came out more breathy than intended, but smiled back before waving good-bye and getting on with your shopping.

The second time, you’d just picked up your favourite coffee on your way to work. You were making your way out of the crowded shop when you tripped. In an instant your cup was plucked out of your hand and your body was brought flush against a broad chest, your nose almost pressing into the golden hair protruding out the top of his partially undone shirt. The smell of sand and salty water wafted across you.

“Woah there, Angel. No need to throw yourself at me.” You looked up at the sound of the amused voice and he winked at you.

“Thanks,” you squeaked out. He helped set you to rights and you scurried out before you could make more of a fool of yourself.

You saw him again whilst jogging, the pair of you waving at each other as you passed in opposite directions,  then a few days later you almost literally bumped into him in the library.

“I’m starting to think the universe is trying to tell us something, Angel, the way we keep meeting like this.  Maybe we should listen.”

You leant against the library counter, holding your stash of books, smiling coyly and raising one eyebrow.

“And what do you think it’s trying to say, Mr. Levinson?”

“That I should invite you for coffee and you should say yes. And that you should never call me Mr. Levinson again - making me sound like my Dad.”

You smirked and turned, grabbing the library notepad and a pen. You’d been feeling good recently, less affected by your break-up with Kyle, and whilst you still weren’t looking for anything serious, Ari had a way of making you smile and laugh. It couldn’t hurt to get to know him better, right? You pressed the piece of paper into his hand and then walked out before you could change your mind.

“Call me,” you tossed over your shoulder and Ari looked down at the paper, your number and the word ‘Angel’.

You sat, drumming your fingers on the table, to stop yourself from chewing them, as you waited for Ari at the local coffee shop. You’d heard your message chime on your phone sound on your drive back from the library, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. He’d proposed a mid-morning meeting the coming Saturday, and now here you were.  You looked down at your jeans, ankle boots and long sleeved t-shirt, still questioning whether it was the right outfit. It had been cooler recently, the heat of the summer starting to dissipate. You had your leather jacket, too, to wear when you left. Well, too late now.

The bell above the door rang, and, as it’d done every time you’d heard the sound in the last 5 minutes, your head jerked up.  Ari jogged in, smiling broadly, stone wash jeans, burnt umber casual button down and a matching jean jacket. His hand came up and swept his hair back off his forehead, the strands glowing gold in the sunlight.

“Hey, Angel, sorry I’m a bit late. Traffic kicking my ass this morning. What are you having?”

You shook yourself out of your stupor and asked him for your favourite coffee and an almond croissant.  He was back a few minutes later and, although you’d expected the large black coffee he’d got himself, you were surprised by the raspberry and white chocolate muffin.  You smiled in amusement as he pulled the top off of it and let out a contented moan as the sweetness hit his tongue.

“What,” he spluttered around a mouthful of muffin. “It’s good shit.”  You just shook your head, eyes full of laughter as you ripped off a piece of your croissant and dipped it in your coffee, before stuffing your own face. You both sat for the next few minutes, just smiling at each other and eating your treats. 

How was he so handsome? It shouldn’t be allowed.

“So, Ari. How’s it going at the resort?”

“Quiet, but it is nearing the end of the season. Soon we’ll be renting out the rooms for conferences and winter yoga clubs and the such like.”  He looked up at you from underneath his illegally long eyelashes. “I can easily say though, that my summer hasn’t been the same since an Angel appeared on the beach.”

“Ari!” You squealed his name in embarrassment. His hands shot out across the table to clasp your own. You stared down and all you could think was that his hands were so very big and so very warm.

“It’s true! And I know it’s ridiculous, because I don’t even know your real name, but in the least creepy way possible, I can’t get you off my mind.”

You laughed at that, but sombered quickly, sighing and ducking your head. You extracted your hands from his and placed them on your lap, where he couldn’t see you twisting the ends of your sleeves.

“I…umm… I’m just looking for a friend right now.  I… err… had a bad break-up recently and I’m not really ready yet. I’m sorry.”  You glanced up at him, expecting to see a change in his expression, but there wasn’t one. He was still smiling at you sweetly.

“What you apologising for, Angel? Not your fault some idiot couldn’t see the best thing that was ever gonna grace his life. His loss, not yours. You need a friend? I’m your man…friend. Man-friend.” He cocked his head. “That sounded weird.”

You couldn’t help it. His goofiness caused a bubble of laughter to make its way out of your throat.

“Look, sweetheart, I ain’t gonna pressure you into anything. I respect you too much, okay.  So next time you wanna hang, let me know.  You have my number now, yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks for understanding. Most guys wouldn’t.”  You both lapsed into silence as you finished your coffee. Your cup empty, you stood, feeling somewhat awkward and you busied yourself putting on your jacket. Ari stood as well, clearing his throat and grabbing your attention.  His hand slid to the back of his head, rubbing there, self-consciously.

“I was wondering, if you would like a, purely platonic, trip to the museum to fill the rest of the day? There’s a new exhibit just opened and I think you might like it.”

A smile lit up your face and you stood up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“That sounds really nice, let’s go.”

He smiled in return and offered you the crook of his arm. You accepted and the pair of you walked out, grinning, into the sunshine.

Weeks passed and fall came in earnest, the leaves on the trees changing through a kaleidoscope of colours; yellows, oranges and reds, before curling up and floating to the ground. Your and Ari’s friendship strengthened, and whilst you didn’t see him every day, you did text or send funny tik toks to each other. You’d finally told him your name that day you’d had your first friend-date, blurting it out as you’d walked arm in arm down to the museum, causing a puzzled look to flash briefly across his face before he worked it out.

“Suits you,” he’d said with a smile. “But Imma still call you ‘Angel’, if that’s alright?”  You’d assured him it was definitely alright, letting him know about the nickname Iris used for you and how you couldn’t shake it.

Since then he’d come along to meet -ups with your other friends, causing Iris to raise an eyebrow at you, tellingly.  She’d teased you mercilessly about when you were going to put him out of his misery, as he was clearly so besotted with you, despite your insistence that the pair of you were just friends.

“He knows I’m not ready for more, and he’s fine with just being friends.”

“Well, don’t blame him, Puss, when some other woman snaps him up from under your nose.”

You pursed your lips at her, not bothering to lie that you’d be fine with it, because just the thought of Ari with someone else made you feel sick. Which in turn made you feel like a right bitch, because you still weren’t ready for a boyfriend.  You knew the truth of your friend’s words though; you weren’t being fair to Ari, keeping him dangling like this.  You needed to speak to him.

You invited him over for a pizza and film night. You’d had a couple over the last few months, but they weren’t all that common. They’d always been fun though, with you picking a film each and lovingly teasing each other on the choice. This evening, however, there was a knot in your stomach. You’d got in all your favourite snacks, and Ari said that he’d bring pizza, but you weren’t sure if you could actually eat.  The doorbell rang and you jumped, drawing in a ragged breath before heading to open it. Ari’s large frame filled the doorway and he held the hand carrying the pizza’s out of the way so he could lean down and drop a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hey Angel, I hope you’re ready to enter the Matrix.”

No matter how nervous you were, his joyful presence was infectious and you couldn’t help but throw your arms around his waist and hug him tight. But your mood soured again when you remembered why you’d invited him tonight, and you extricated yourself from the embrace almost as fast.  You scurried to the kitchen and grabbed some drinks whilst the sounds of Ari hanging up his coat and sorting out the DVD carried through your tiny apartment.  Ari was a big man, and in your small, private space, he seemed gargantuan. His scent permeated every corner of every room and you knew it would linger for days if you didn’t do something about it, and you never did.

Returning to the sitting room, you found him lounging across your sofa, completely at home, his first slice almost completely devoured, threads of melted cheese sticking to his beard. It should have been gross, but you actually found it endearing. You leant over, removing the offending dairy product and passed him a beer with a small smile. You settled at the other end of the sofa, your feet tucked up and pressed play on the remote before grabbing your pizza box. Ari looked at you, somewhat puzzled; normally you sat right next to him and by the time you’d both finished eating and it was time to start the second film you were leaning on his chest, with his arm around your shoulders.

“You alright, Angel? What you doin’ all the way over there?”  

You shrugged your shoulders, nonchalantly, and returned your gaze to Keanu and Carrie. When Ari shifted to sit closer, you got up to grab a couple more drinks and on your return he’d resumed his previous position at the other end of the couch. You didn’t meet his enquiring gaze as you passed him his beer and sat back down, pretending to be fully engrossed in the film. When the credits started scrolling you shot up again, clearing away the pizza boxes and grabbing your snacks from the kitchen cupboard. Spinning back around you found yourself nose to chest with Ari.

“Oh!” 

His hands came down to gently grip your upper arms and he steered you back towards your breakfast bar, practically lifting you up onto one of the bar stools. His arms moved to rest on the countertop behind you, caging you in and he bent forward at the waist to bring your faces level with each other.  His beautiful blue eyes were stormy and intense as they searched your face for answers.

“Oh, indeed. Come on, sweetheart. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You sighed and pressed your hands against his broad chest, silently urging him to give you a bit more space. He retreated, but only slightly, perching on the other stool, turning you to face him, your knees slotting together, and taking hold of your hands.  You looked down to where he was running his thumbs back and forth over your knuckles, entranced by the look and feel of the action.

“I… um… I’m worried. I’m worried that you’re not happy. You’re hanging out with me all the time, when you could be going on dates, meeting people. I’m holding you back, cause I can’t give you what you want.”

The next thing you knew, Ari had slid down from his perch and wrapped his bulky arms around you, drawing you tight to his chest. He was so warm and smelt so nice, and you couldn’t help but inhale deeply and relax into his embrace. His cheek was resting on your head and you were completely surrounded by him.

“Angel, I don’t wanna go on dates or ‘meet’ people. Why would I need to, when I got you right here? You’re not holding me back, and you are giving me what I want - I have you, don’t I?  However you want me and whatever you wanna give me - that’s what I want.”

“But what about… you know… intimacy…kissing and, um, sex?” Your voice was muffled by his ridiculous chest, but at least it hid you from embarrassment. Ari was silent for a moment as he considered his answer, huffing slightly and you started to feel nervous.

“Angel, I don’t cuddle all my friends like this. We have intimacy, you and I. Would I like more? I’m not gonna lie, I really would, but that’s my issue to deal with. I can wait until you’re ready. Until then, I can, you know…” He trailed off and you giggled into his shirt, before he continued. “And if you’re never ready,  that’s also fine. Sex isn’t the be all and end all of a relationship. I’d rather have you and no sex, than sex and no you.” He moved one hand round towards your face, and finding your chin, tilted it up to look at him.  “What we have is enough, believe me.” He dropped a brief kiss onto your forehead, then took a half-step back, although you were still in his arms.

“Let’s say we take these snacks and go queue up your pick, yeah?”  

You smiled up at him, shyly.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

You walked back into the lounge, hand in hand, you holding a bag of chocolate covered pretzels, Ari holding a pair of beers between his large fingers.  He sat down on the couch first and drew you down next to him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you against him.

“This okay, Angel?”

“More than okay, Ari. It’s perfect.”

Halloween passed and then, before you all knew it, Thanksgiving arrived, with Christmas right around the corner.

“You do know I don’t really celebrate Christmas, Angel?” Ari’s chuckle was distorted slightly over his phone.

“Well, I’ll get you a Hanukkah present then, and if you want we can celebrate together. I’m not going home until Christmas Eve.” You’d been busy recently and not been able to spend as much time with him as you would have liked. You didn’t tell him, but you’d already picked out the perfect gift for him.

“Some of us are having a little thing down the resort on the 20th, in the evening. You wanna come over then?”  You didn’t know his friends as well as he knew yours, even after all this time, so you weren’t going to miss out on the opportunity to remedy that. And you had to admit you’d missed him. Missed his laugh. Missed his smile. Missed the way he held you tight when you were sitting on a sofa together.

“Sounds great. 8pm okay?”

“It’s a friend-date, sweetheart. See you then!”

Mid-afternoon on the 20th and you were stressing about your outfit, because you were just friends. You were. You kept telling yourself that. But if you were just friends, why was your stomach in knots, why did you want your outfit to be perfect? A last minute phone-call to Iris solved your outfit problems. She must have realised how on edge you were feeling, because she didn’t tease you once.  You decided to go with a classic, a black, velvet A-line dress with a sweetheart neckline. Delicate gold jewellery, mid-height black heels and a sparkly black clutch completed your outfit.  You picked up the gift bag with his present inside, as you made your way out of the door and towards your Uber.  It whisked you through the city, all of the Christmas lights, lighting up the streets in differing colours. It made you smile. It was only a short drive to the resort, but the closer you got the more nervous you became, and when the car came to a halt you were on the verge of asking him to turn around. However, you forced yourself to get out and walk down the drive to the hotel reception. Ari was expecting you and you didn’t want to let him down.

As you pushed open the doors, the warmth from inside hit you and the sounds of festive music gayly assaulted your ears. Barely a step inside and he was there, lifting you up into his arms and whirling you around.

“Angel!” His smile was wide and it made your heart stutter in your chest. “I’ve missed you!”  

You laughed. “I’ve missed you too, Ari, but please put me down!”  He pouted, but you tickled him behind his ear until he started laughing and put you down before he dropped you.

“Not fair, sweetheart.”

“Definitely fair. I need every advantage I can get.”

You weren’t sure what it was, but one moment the pair of you were grinning at each other, like lunatics, the next you were aware of how close you were together. And it wasn’t like you hadn’t been this close together before, but there was something about the way his eyes were locked on yours, how his warm breath was heating your lips up, that made your heart jump up into your throat.

“Ari?” Was it a question or a plea that came out of your mouth like a sigh? You weren’t sure, but he seemed to lean closer and…

“There you two are!” You jumped apart like you’d been scalded, the pair of you whipping your heads around towards the interruption. Rachel smiled at the pair of you, her eyes alight with mischief.  “Max needs your superior height with something, Ari. He’s in the kitchen. I’ll take your Angel down to the rec room. See you in a few minutes, shoo.”  Ari shot you an apologetic look and you shook your head in amusement, before he jogged away to see what he was needed for.

Rachel turned to you before giving you a warm embrace. She then hooked your arm in hers and led you through the hotel.

“You look absolutely stunning, by the way. Ari’s going to be a mess all evening, and the other guys are gonna flirt with you, just to rile him up.”

You ducked your head, a little embarrassed.

“I’m sure it will be fine. We’re just friends. Good friends, admittedly.” You cringed as you spoke, as your words sounded false, even to your own ears.

“Do good friends always look at each other like they’re about to devour each other? That man fell for you the minute he saw you, that day on the beach. And I can tell you have feelings for him too. What’s stopping you?”

You opened your mouth to tell her about Kyle, but snapped it shut again as realisation swept through you. What was stopping you? Memories of Kyle hadn’t bothered you in months. Now, the only man who consumed your thoughts was Ari. Warmth bloomed through you, like a flower under the sun as you thought about him. All of your recent thoughts; about how you missed him, how you wanted him to be happy, how you’d be unhappy if he were to start dating a girl, they all pointed to one thing.

You loved him. You loved Ari.

The revelation stopped you in your tracks, jerking Rachel to a halt where your arms were looped together. She was startled for a moment, but one look at your face had her smiling again.

“There we go… I gotta say, it’s like watching an energy saving lightbulb finally turn on. You know it’s gonna get there in the end, you just gotta wait.”

You shook your head, and chuckled as you allowed her to continue guiding you into the hotel.  

The rec room was brightly lit when you entered. Blue streamers and balloons across the ceiling and partially lit menorahs on various flat surfaces. Your stomach rumbled when you saw the buffet, especially the large tray of rugelach; Ari had brought some round now and again, and you now had a slight obsession with the sweet treat. You were ‘umming and ahhing’ over which topping to pick for your latkes when Ari reappeared, Max in his wake. He came up beside you, hands in his pockets and nudged your shoulder with his.

“Leave some for me, Angel”, he teased.

“You snooze, you lose, Levinson.” 

Quick as a flash his hands left his pockets, he took hold of your plate and held it high up above your head.

“Hey, no fair.” You jumped to try and grab the plate, but not only were you too short, your heels hampered you. Ari grinned at you, before taking hold of one of the potato pancakes, dipping one edge in the dollop of sour cream you’d put on your plate and then shovelling the whole thing into his mouth.  You glared at him, trying not to let amusement turn up the corners of your lips.  “And to think, I was gonna share with you. Well now I’m gonna eat all these rugelach myself.”

You grabbed another plate and piled it high with the delectable twisted pastries, before sticking your tongue out at him and flouncing off towards one of the tables. You heard Ari’s deep laugh behind you, and you smiled to yourself whilst he could only see your back.  You dropped down into the chair, daintily crossed your legs and, looking him dead in the eye, took your first bite. The pastry flaked and a bit of powdered sugar clung to your lips and a riot of crunchy, sweet, and spicy exploded in your mouth as the nuts, fruit and cinnamon mingled.

“Mmm…” You let out a salacious moan, your eyes rolled up dramatically and your tongue snuck out to swipe away at the powdered sugar. When you looked back at Ari, you jumped a little when you saw that he’d moved right in front of you. The vein in his neck was throbbing, his nostrils were flared, and his eyes were dark and stormy.

“Angel…” His voice cracked as he let out his plea. He towered over you and for a heartbeat the rest of the world faded away; there was just you and Ari, gazes locked and this palpable tension vibrating between you, and then he was leaving the room by the side door, out onto the sand, in long-legged strides, leaving you sat there, staring blankly into the space he had just been occupying. The hurried clicking of heels brought you back to reality as Rachel ran up to you.

“What are you sitting there for? Go get him!” She practically dragged you to your feet and pushed you towards the door.  You stumbled in the doorway as your feet started to sink into the soft sand, so you kicked off your shoes before dashing out onto the beach. It took you a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the relative darkness outside, with all the lights behind you, but you spied an Ari shaped silhouette, sitting down by the edge of the water.  As you walked up to him, the cool sand squidging up between your toes, he turned to look up at you, his expression stricken.

“I’m sorry, Angel. I really am.” You dropped to your knees in front of him and took his face in your hands,  his beard soft as you cradled it in your palms. His hands came up and covered yours as he stared into your eyes. “I’m sorry.” He repeated the words in a whisper. “I’ll be okay in a few minutes. I just needed a moment. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You shook your head at him. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. It’s me who should be apologising. I teased you, knowing how you feel, so I’m sorry, too.” You shifted and lowered your head, so your foreheads were touching and you could feel him shuddering with pent up emotion.

“I said I would wait for you, Angel, and I will, I promise, but I need to tell you, please, let go of the old love and tell it to keep its distance. Tell this love I am the only one for you.”

“Ari…” Your heart was pounding in your chest, your blood rushing in your ears, louder than the sounds of the waves a few feet away. You knew how he felt, but hearing him say it was something else entirely, and the words poured out of you, like a waterfall. “...I love you too.” 

Later, neither of you were able to say who moved first, but almost as soon as the words had left your lips, Ari’s own were upon them. You still cupped his face, and his hand moved to wrap around your waist, holding you as close as possible. His lips were soft, and his beard tickled your face slightly, but it was everything you’d ever imagined and more. His love spilled from him with each press of his lips and you answered with your own. You were dizzy with emotion when you opened to let him in, his warm tongue dancing with yours in the heat of your mouth. He pulled you to straddle his lap and your hands slid from his face to tangle in his long hair. 

You weren’t certain how long the pair of you stayed there, sat in the sand, kissing each other, but it came to an abrupt end when Ari pulled away from you with a shout. You drew back, kiss-drunk and confused, only to realise that the tide was coming in and had soaked his shoes. You started to laugh and Ari growled at you playfully, before rising to his feet, you in his arms, shrieking at the sudden movement. You buried your head in his neck, nuzzling into the warmth of him, as he made his way back up the beach towards the hotel, wondering why you hadn’t done this sooner.

Let go of the old love and tell it to keep its distance. Tell this love I am the only one for you.

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