#taking chances

[waywardxwords]

Chapter 9 - Stay (Taking Chances)

Summary: After a random encounter introduces you to Dean Winchester, you can't shake the magnetic pull you feel towards him. For years, you've felt like everything in your life is under control--a promising career, financial stability and no real responsibilities. Dean's a hunter; it's his life and job. But somehow when you meet, your worlds are flipped upside down and you have to decide if it's a chance worth taking.

Chapter Warnings: Slight language

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: ~3.4

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One blink, then two. The hum of the engine and vibration in the seat of the car reminded you where you were. There were so many emotions that coursed through you as you remembered: demons, monsters, Dean. 

Your nose twitched as you smelled the air and your eyes were drawn over to Dean. The sun was out now–high in the sky.

“Dean?” You cleared your throat as you shifted in the passenger seat to sit up fully. He did a double take before he smiled.

“Morning, sunshine,” the gruffness to his words and the look on his face made your stomach flip–or was that hunger? You settled on a mixture of both. 

“What time is it? Where are we?” You asked as you blinked a few more times to try to take in your surroundings. 

“It’s about 8:30,” Dean answered as he glanced at the clock. “And we’re about an hour outside of Louisville, Kentucky.” 

“Jesus, I slept for eight hours, Dean! You should’ve woken me up,” you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and felt around your hair inconspicuously. You didn’t want to give away that you were slightly concerned with what you looked like after passing out in the passenger seat. God, what if you drooled?! You swiped your fingers across your mouth quickly. 

“Nah, you needed the sleep,” he answered simply. “You had a rough few days there.”

“Thanks,” you breathed. Suddenly your stomach groaned and you hoped he couldn’t hear it. “I’m starving. How about we stop and switch off again?” 

“Sounds good to me,” he answered as he eyed the next exit. 

“Let’s do fast food,” you said as he took the exit. “We can do a bathroom break and get it to go so we can get back on the road.” 

It was a quick stop; you both used the bathroom and ordered breakfast sandwiches and hashbrowns to go and got back into the car to hit the road. You were thankful you felt fully rested. 

“You should really try to get some rest,” the dark circles under Dean’s eyes, paired with how his eyelids looked super heavy, gave away that he was exhausted. 

“You sure you’re good?” He gave you a side glance. You smiled and tapped the navigation system between you. 

“I’ve got the map right here. I’m good,” you encouraged. He nodded once before he leaned back and closed his eyes. 

The music played softly around you as you drove. You had tested it briefly about an hour after you had stopped, certain Dean had found a deep sleep by the sound of his soft snores. 

You had to stop about four hours in for a quick bathroom break, but Dean hadn’t stirred. According to Google maps, you had just about two hours left now until you’d reach Lebanon. 

“If you want it to be good girl, get yourself a bad boy,” you sang softly to the music that came through your speakers. 

“What are you listenin’ to?” Dean’s voice was deep and gruff, still laced with remnants of sleep. 

You felt like you jumped out of your skin and clutched at your chest as you sucked in a gasp of air. 

“Jesus,” you muttered as you looked between him and the road. “Don’t do that!”

Dean chuckled as he pulled his hand over his face to wipe off the sleep. “Do what?” His lip picked upwards in a smirk. 

“Scare me like that, you about gave me a heart attack,” you breathed as you tried to calm your heart as it thudded against your sternum.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he grinned as he adjusted his position on his seat. “But seriously, what is this noise?”

“The Backstreet Boys,” a smirk tugged at your lips as you drove. Dean wiped the sleep from his eyes and you stole a glance. “I told you I’d get you listening to some boy band classics.” You remembered back to when you first saw Dean again and you had walked around town, talking about all of your favorite things. 

Dean audibly groaned. “How is this on your list of favorites?”

“Oh, this song did things to me back in the day,�� you laughed softly. 

“What kinda things?” Dean almost wiggled his eyebrows as he watched you. You just smirked and nibbled on your bottom lip with a shrug. “Uh uh,” he muttered, and without another thought he reached over and pulled your lip free with his thumb. “Keep that lip outta your teeth. It’s dangerous.”

Laughter bubbled in you once more. While you fully trusted Dean, there really hadn’t been any conversation about what this was between you now. Not after everything that had happened. It felt safer to change the topic. 

“Only a few hours out now,” you glanced down at the navigation system. “I can stop for a bathroom break. Do you feel rested?” 

Dean nodded. “Oh yeah, that’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in a while,” he said as he glanced at the map on the screen. “I should probably explain where Sam and I live to you before we get there.” He pulled at the back of his neck uncomfortably as you flipped on your turn signal to exit at the rest stop that was approaching. 

You cleared your throat as you prepared to tell him what your brain had mulled over while he slept. “About that,” you said slowly at first. “I don’t want to invade your space, Dean. I was thinking it might be best if I stay in a hotel close by. At least until we figure out what’s going on.” You left out the words between us and avoided eye contact. The distraction of keeping your eyes on the road was a good enough reason to not meet his gaze. 

He was silent, maybe he wanted to try to find the right words, so you filled the gap with your reasoning. 

“I just don’t want to invade your space—for you and for Sam. I’d still be close by, in case of emergencies or anything,” you explained and stole a glance as you pulled into a parking spot at the rest stop. You could no longer blame keeping your eyes on the road for not looking at him, and you were also curious as to how he felt or what he was thinking. 

“You’re not invading our space,” he tried to assure you. “But, I understand if you’d be more comfortable in a hotel.” The words seemed painful as he said them, but he didn’t push back, and you appreciated that. 

“Just for a few days, maybe,” you sighed. “This is all just a lot.”

Dean nodded. “I get that,” he agreed. “A few days.” He smiled to show you it was okay. 

The rest of the drive had gone well, it was easy. Dean found a hotel that wasn’t far from where he lived, and Sam had met you both there with the Impala. 

“Hey, Sam,” you smiled at the younger Winchester as Dean moved his bags from your trunk to the Impala’s back seat, and then hauled your bags out to carry into the hotel. 

“Hey,” he smiled, though you felt as though something might be off. “How was the drive?”

“Not terrible,” you took a glance at Dean as he closed your trunk. Sam cleared his throat. 

“Listen, I just want you to know, you staying with us isn’t imposing on me at all,” Sam’s words sounded like Dean had filled him in via text at the rest stop earlier. “You’re welcome to stay with us.” He lowered his gaze to make sure you could see his eyes. You knew he was being genuine. 

“I appreciate it,” you said truthfully. “I just feel like I need a few days to catch my breath and then I can reevaluate.” 

Sam nodded, as he seemed to understand. 

“Let’s get you checked in,” Dean placed his hand on your lower back just above your jeans. The feeling of his hand sent a wave of warmth even through the sweater you had on, and you relished in the feeling as he led you to the lobby of the hotel. 

Both Sam and Dean seemed on alert as you checked in with the lady at the front desk. She didn’t seem phased as she handed you a key card and told you breakfast was between 6 and 9. You smiled and thanked her as you made your way to the elevators. 

There was silence as the elevator climbed to the third floor. You scanned your key against the lock on the door, but Dean’s arm went out in front of you and he grasped the metal handle. 

“Give us a sec,” his voice was low as he pushed into the room with Sam behind him. You caught the door with your foot and watched as they checked the room. It was just a bedroom and bathroom, so there wasn’t much to search. The rattle of the shower curtain echoed against the bathroom’s tiled walls. Once they felt comfortable, Dean nodded for you to come in. 

You noticed then that Sam had brought a backpack up with him from the Impala. He set it down on one of the beds and unzipped it. 

“So here’s the deal,” Dean said somewhat firmly. “You can’t leave this room under any circumstances unless Sam or I are with you. Don’t open the door for anyone.” Sam had taken a large container of what looked like salt and started putting it in front of the windows. “When we leave, I need you to take that salt and put it in front of the door, alright?”

“Do I want to know why?” You practically gulped as you watched Sam work. 

“Probably not,” Dean answered softly. “I need you to wear this.” You noticed he had a dainty silver chain in his hand with a charm on it. Your fingers reached for the jewelry and you swallowed when your skin grazed his. Upon further examination, you realized this charm was a carbon copy of Dean’s tattoo on his chest. 

“What is this?” You asked as you looked over the design. 

“It’s an anti-possession charm,” he explained carefully. “If you have this on, demons—like Meg—can’t possess you. Like what happened to your friend, Jen.” He swirled his finger to have you turn around, and you did. Even though all of this sounded absolutely insane to you, all you had to do was pull the images of Jen/Meg from your memory to remind yourself it was all very real. 

You gathered your hair over your shoulder and held it there as Dean adjusted the chain around your neck and his fingers worked to clasp it behind you. Every time his fingers flitted over your skin, you felt somersaults in your stomach. 

The sound of an aerosol can being sprayed jostled you back to reality as you spun around to see Sam with a can of spray paint. 

“What are you doing?” You asked as he finished a design underneath a rug in front of the doorway. 

“It’s a Devil’s trap,” Dean explained. “We’ll put one in front of the window, too. If a demon gets in, they can’t get out of that and they can’t hurt you.” 

That felt slightly reassuring, but you were still on edge. “I’m not getting my security deposit back, am I?” There was a nervous chuckle to your question. 

“Sorry,” Sam managed a small, sympathetic smile as he finished his art work and let it dry for a moment before he tossed the rug back over. He went back to the window to create it again. 

You were distracted by the sound of Dean emptying the remaining contents from the backpack onto the bed. There was, what looked like, an iron rod, a jug of water, more salt, a flask and then a serious knife—it reminded you of a hunting knife or something. The knife alone made you gulp, but everything combined had your head spinning. 

“What’s all this?” The words came out as a whisper. Dean placed his hand on that familiar spot on your lower back once more and led you to the edge of the bed. This time was a lot different than when you were in that bed and breakfast just a few days prior. 

“This,” he picked up the jug. “Is salt water. The flask is holy water,” he explained. “That’s an iron rod, extra salt for the doors and windows, and a silver knife. These are all the weapons I could think of for the monsters we hunt.”

“How will I know what to use?” You asked as your eyes moved over all of the things placed before you. Silently, you wondered if maybe you should have stayed with Dean and Sam, after all.

“Honestly, there’s so much to explain,” Dean started as he let out a breath. “Your best bet is to start slingin’ salt water and holy water,” he motioned to the jug and flask. “I don’t think you’ll see a spirit, because that’s more complicated—so you probably won’t need the iron. Werewolf or someone who looks like me, but isn’t me,” he picked up the knife. “Silver blade.” He paused for a second. “Shit, I didn’t think about the vampires…” his words were quieter as he processed. 

“I’m sorry, werewolves? Vampires? And what do you mean, someone who looks like you but isn’t you?” Your thoughts were swimming around in your brain. But it wasn’t a leisurely swim, it was like there had been a damn tsunami and waves were flooding and crashing every second. 

Dean somehow just knew. Maybe it was the way the words were flowing haphazardly from your lips, or the way your fingers had started to tremble. But he knew. 

He reached down and tugged on your wrist so you faced him. “Take a breath, sweetheart,” he said softly. Sam had stilled his movements after he readjusted the rug by the window. “Sammy, can you give us a minute?” 

Sam nodded. “Sure thing,” he gave you a small smile as he left the room and closed the door behind him. 

Dean’s hand came up to catch your cheek in his palm. It was impossible not to be pulled into the warmth of his grasp. You closed your eyes at the feeling. 

“I know this is a lot,” he kept his voice low. “I don’t want to overwhelm you, but I want to keep you safe.” His words hit at a spot in your heart that caused a flutter across your chest. 

“You don’t have to save me, Dean,” you reached up and held his hand on your face in place. 

“Oh, I’ll do whatever I can to keep you safe,” he said matter-of-factly. “That’s not even a question in this scenario. I’m just sorry I got you pulled into this shitstorm of my life.” His words felt sad to you, and you didn’t think he meant for them to be. His hand fell from your cheek back to his side. 

“Dean, I really, really like you,” you made sure you held his gaze as the words flowed. He needed to see the sincerity behind him—to know you were speaking the truth. 

“People I care about get hurt,” he said simply, but little worry lines had appeared by his eyes and between his eyebrows. His eyes matched the sadness of his voice. “Once we figure out what’s going on and I can make sure you’re safe,” he started carefully, as if he didn’t want to say the words but more so needed to. “I want to get you back to Virginia. Back to a normal life.” 

The words struck as if you had been slapped and your eyes widened. That wasn’t something you had expected him to say. “I don’t know, I feel like that’s for me to decide. It’s my safety you’re worried about, right?”

“Just yesterday, you were determined I was a psycho serial killer who faked my death and was on the run,” he quipped with a sad smile. 

While he wasn’t wrong, you still weren’t sold on his reasoning. “Can we just say we’ll take this one day at a time? Go from there?” You asked him gently. 

His eyes moved between yours and he managed a single nod. “Okay. One day at a time.” 

“Thank you,” you breathed. The heaviness of the day fell over you, and it seemed as though Dean noticed. 

“I’m going to get going, let you get some rest,” he cleared his throat and took a step back. “I’ll be back first thing in the morning, or sooner, if you need me.” 

You followed him towards the door. 

“Remember, salt line behind the door once I leave. Don’t open it for anyone. I’ll say ‘Atlanta’ when I come back,” he placed his hand on the door handle and turned back once more. 

“Got it,” you nodded as you listened to his instructions. “And Dean?” He turned back towards you again for you to continue. “Thank you for bringing me here. For keeping me safe.” 

Dean nodded once with a small smile. There was a hesitation there, but you could almost make out when his heart changed his mind, and you could have sworn you heard a fuck it. He leaned back towards you and pressed his lips to yours with his hand on your cheek once more. 

Heat radiated beneath your skin, and you weren’t sure if it was from the traces of his fingertips there or the rush of his lips on yours—probably a mixture of both. 

“Goodnight, Atlanta,” he murmured against your lips as he pulled away. 

“Goodnight, Dean,” you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips as he opened the door and closed it carefully behind him. 

Dean climbed into the driver’s side of the Impala and closed the door behind him. Sam did the same in the passenger seat. 

“She doing okay?” Sam asked. 

“As good as can be expected,” Dean sighed and pulled his hand over his face. Sam was silent for a few seconds, but Dean knew he had plenty of thoughts floating around in his brain. “Go ahead and say it.” He said firmly. 

“Say what, Dean? Everything I have to say, you already know,” Sam sighed. Dean didn’t respond, and instead put the Impala into reverse and backed out of the spot. “I just feel like it’s not the right time to get this sucked in.” There it is, Dean thought to himself. 

“Don’t you think I know that?” He bit back but refused to meet his brother’s gaze. 

“We know what we need to do for the second trial now,” Sam said carefully. Dean’s jaw flinched. 

“Kevin figured it out?” He glanced between Sam and the road. Sam just nodded. 

“We both know it’s going to get a hell of a lot worse before it gets better,” Sam glanced out the window and then back at Dean. 

Dean nodded, his jaw set in a firm line. “I just need to keep her close by. At least until this shit is over. If Meg has made an appearance, we know more will be coming.” 

“I thought we were keeping her close in the bunker. How are you going to keep her safe when we’ve got a fifteen minute drive between us? The bunker’s the safest place for her,” Sam wasn’t wrong. 

“I know, but she’s scared. I was having a hard enough time trying to explain the bunker to her,” Dean sighed. “I’m dropping you off and going back to the hotel. I’ll sleep in the Impala in the parking lot.”

“Does she know that?” Sam smirked from his spot in the passenger seat, though he could’ve assumed the answer. 

“No, and we’re keeping it that way,” Dean said firmly. “It's the only way I know I can keep her safe.”

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one! We decided to extend our vacation by a few days, and I hate posting updates from my phone, so thanks for your patience!

Things will certainly start to pick up with this story now (after some consideration, I also think this might go beyond 13 chapters--TBD). I ended up getting some ideas as I re-watched bits and pieces of seasons 8 and 9, so we shall see what happens!

I hope you're loving it so far! Thanks for all of the likes, comments and reblogs. I appreciate you all!

Chapter 10 will be posted on Thursday, 5/2!

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[akindplace]

Sometimes good things feel so real and so scary because we care a lot. We become afraid of failing or being undeserving or looking vulnerable because of how invested we actually are. But taking a chance to do something you want to, something you know is a good thing, even if we make mistakes… it’s worth it. You’re worthy. Making mistakes doesn’t mean you failed. Being seen making those mistakes doesn’t make you undeserving of your dreams and it doesn’t mean you’re weaker. You deserve to do this for you. It sucks that it’s scary to be seen trying something new, but it’s a good thing to care. Take that chance. You’re good enough for it.

#taking chances #self-worth #reminder #perfectionism #on being human #on caring #anxiety #I’ve been trying to put this into words for almost a week #taking chances sometimes is more meaningful than the results #original writing

[healingviawords]

I know the easier option is to keep waiting until you are 'ready' but there will come a point in time where you realize that someday is today and that there is no 'right' time. Ignore the fear of failure and jump right in when your heart allows you to. And please remember it's better to fail than to not try at all.

#taking chances #healing #beautiful words #gratitude #hopecore #self worth

[sluggoonthestreet]

Maxine is a water dog, and she doesn't care whose water it is.

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New day.. new adventures! Make it count and make things you want happen

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[grogusmum]

Class of 1974 Taking Chances Part 3: All In

Javier Peña X F!Reader

RATED: EXPLICIT 18+

WORD COUNT: 1800ish

WARNINGS: oral sex (f receiving) some swearing, As always, see something? Say something. Pop into my DMs and let me know so I can add anything I overlooked.

SERIES SUMMARY: Javier graduated from high school in 74', it's 1989. On a sort of whim he decides to go to his class reunion and sees his old flame, you.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Javi arrives in Vermont and is ready to take the plunge.

Part 2

Javier turns onto a dirt road, passing three large mailboxes, the faded red one has your last name and a little handprint in sky blue on it. A rippling hayfield and what has to be an ancient beech tree complete with a tire swing are to his left and an old stone wall with raspberry canes growing through it on his right. Javier can’t help but think he's entered a Norman Rockwell painting, and wonders if he's up for that, if he can fit into that. A DEA agent, who bent the rules into pretzels "to get the bad guy".

He has to take this chance; he knows he will regret it if he gets cold feet. Like last time with you and then with Loreena.

Driving past the tree, the road bends to the left and a farmhouse with an attached barn, common in New England, comes into view. A kid in overalls is in the dooryard with a black dog. He turns and calls into the house.

Then there you are, t-shirt, jeans, and tall Wellington boots, a pair of work gloves in your hand, and all trepidation washes away. Javier gets fully out of his fastback and swings the door closed. His hands settled on his belt. He looks down at his shoes and then tilts his head up a tick, his eyes raised to meet yours, eyebrows up in question.

Is this okay?

"Javi?" You ask, astonished, a smile nevertheless spreading across your face. Then you break into a run, gloves forgotten in the grass as you all but crash into him. His arms immediately wrap tightly around you; your feet leave the ground for a moment.

"You're here," you confirm, "you're h- I - wait, is everything okay?"

Your last conversations have been hard ones, Vermont and Texas are just so far, it feels more than just distance when it's not temporary. You feel it’s unfair to ask him to come to Vermont, to give up on his work and be so far from his father, and Javier knows you have a whole life here, making a living as a farmer, no easy feat these days, not to mention with a kid to raise.

"I thought we agreed long distance wasn't cutting it."

"It wasn't," Javier cups your cheek, his eyes roving your features with adoration.

"But I thought we- we decided... what's changed?"

"Me," Javier looks you full in the face, his chestnut eyes trained softly on yours. "I've changed, and I want you, wherever you are."

The corners of your eyes prickle, and you shake your head slowly in awe. Taking his face in your hands, his beautiful face, and slot your lips to his. You're glad he's got a good hold on you because your legs may never work properly again. When you finally come up for air, Javier takes his aviators off and looks at you, his eyes glassy too.

“Come on inside, let's have some lunch,” you take one of his fingers and give it a gentle tug as you lead him in the house. You give him a lopsided smile over your shoulder, and he huffs a laugh, again and again he wonders how he ever let go of you.

On the porch, you give your son, Benjamin a nod to come into the house he and Murphy the Dog, comply together.

Javier first smells the savory soup that must be on the stove. There's music playing from a radio. He takes in the house, from the outside it’s a picture of Americana, inside it's far more eclectic. The plaster walls above the wood wainscoting are painted in colors, rooms of sky blue, barn red, sage green… the floors are hodgepodge some are stained a warm honey color, while others have been painted, old folk art hook area rugs warming them up. Your love of theater, music, movies, and books is evident, from the marquee posters, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and instruments, not just an upright piano that looks like it came from a school but a guitar, ukelele, some instruments he doesnt recognize, and some kind of brightly colored hand drum beside a basket of equally colorful small percussion instruments. Then Javier remembers you saying in the winter you run a sort of music playgroup for little kids to help pay the bills.

Your kitchen is sunny yellow, large with a high tin ceiling with fans hanging down. It feels like the center of the house, it’s heart. Not only a large round scrubbed wood table with plentiful mismatched chairs, but an overstuffed armchair by a pillow covered window seat that looks like an adult could sleep on. The music is coming from a radio/turntable console that has to be from the 40’s or 50’s.

It's all exactly you, and he can’t believe this is the first time he is seeing it. Part of the reason things weren’t working probably; the plan was to save on travel by “meeting in the middle” when you could get together. Then the rest was letters and phone calls, but that at 38¢ a minute... they were not long. He needed to see your life, and you needed to see his. But he didn’t want to show you that. Sure, he gave you the broad strokes, not really wanting to get into details. Another reason… what’s that, strike two? He can't mess up the next pitch.

“You look like you see a ball and chain in the corner,” you murmur, trying to disguise anxiety with sass.

“Nope, just realizing I should have come here months ago, babydoll.”

You smile, relief in your eyes.

“This is Benji,” you say pulling your son to a side hug. Murphy starts smelling Javier, closely. “And 'nosy Joe' here is Murphy.”

“Hi Benji. Your mom’s told me a lot about you, I’m Javi.” Javier pulls back his hips protectively and gives the Labrador a hand to smell. Chuckling, he murmers, “Murphy, huh?”

“Ben,” you say, with a nod at Murphy.

“Yeah sorry, come on Murph get out of there,” your son pulls Murphy away, “Sorry.”

After grilled cheese with soup and chatting with Benji about school (it’s okay) and baseball (I can’t believe we came in third! My favorite is Boggs), Benji asks if Javi brought his gun. (Earning a stern Benjamin Oliver! from you and a wink and a nod from Javi), and you encourage Benji to show Javier the farm while you clean up.

"Sure!" The boy bounds through the house, "come on!"

Javier kisses your forehead and follows.

"You work on a ranch?"

"Mmhm, it's my father's, it's big"

"Ours is small, just a few goats, sheep, chickens... we have two horses. Mom told me you have a cattle farm"

"Yep, cows and horses to wrangle them."

"Knock, knock."

Javier is quite for a beat from the abrupt switch, then smiles-

"Who's there?"

"Impatient cow."

"Impatient cow wh-"

"MOOOOO" Benji cuts across, and Javier gives him a satisfying burst of surprised laughter. He ruffles the boy's head-

"That's a good one, Ben. I needed a good knock knock joke."

Javi brings his overnight bag upstairs. Your room is a soft coral. The bed is tall, with a whitewash spindle headboard and a crazy quilt spread, complete with a calico cat at the end of it, who looks at Javi nonplussed.

“There is a bathroom off of my room, right through the closet- yeah, old houses,” you shrug.

After putting his bag on the cedar chest at the end of the bed, Javi reels you in for a kiss.

“So did I hear Benji go outside?”

You laugh, kissing him.

“Yeah, he went over to the neighbors, I told him we needed to talk about some stuff.”

“Talking’s good. But mmm, I can think of other ways to-“

Javi's hand cradles the back of your neck as he comes in for another deeper kiss. You hum a little at the taste of his lips and his mustache's rasp. You bring your pelvis in to meet his, which is taken as a green light. With the smooth grace of someone practiced, Javi brings your shirt over your head with hardly a break in his feast on your mouth, jaw, and neck. You unbutton his shirt hastily, and not as smoothly – it's been a while, and you aren't nearly as skilled. But you are gifted a soft groaning, ‘fuck’ when you dip your head to his now bare chest, and let your teeth graze one of his nipples. Javier backs you toward the bed. When you're spread out, legs dangling off the edge, he unbuttons your jeans, peeling them off you like a present he is looking to savor, as you watch on your elbows. Your bra and underpants remain. You sit up and pull at his buckle. Javier watches you, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you work his buckle open and off, then unbuttoning his jeans. He remembers his shoes and toes them off quickly, not wanting to lose momentum. Looking at you mostly bare, soft curves, silver stretch marks from carrying Benji, just gorgeous. His head shakes almost imperceptibly, thinking about the first time you “met part way” when you weren’t in a dark cramped car, when he could see you properly for the first time in fifteen years-

“Bonita, babydoll, you’re so beautiful… the years I missed-“

“We’ve got plenty of time, Javi, plenty.”

“I wish-“

“Me too. But we are here now.”

“We’re here now.”

You tug his pants down and pull him onto you, bringing him back to the present.

Javier tucks his narrow hips between your thighs, his elbows holding his torso over you, he searches your face-

“I never stopped loving you.”

“Me neither,” your hand goes into his hair, giving a soft tug at the curls on the nape of his neck, Javier gives a growl and kisses you hard on the lips, its teeth and tongue, nips and licks. When you give an involuntary buck, his smirk is dangerous. He licks his bottom lip and his eyes track down your body, his eyebrows quirk like he’s deciding something. Suddenly he’s off you.

“Jav, what are y-" your confused query becomes a gasp.

Javier puts his mouth on your clothed mound.

“Shit,” you breathe.

Javier’s nose nudges at your clit, making your legs quiver, then he takes the elastic of your undies in his teeth and he draws them down slowly, his fingers looping the sides to help them along.

Your chest rises and falls quickly with anticipation, as you look at the ceiling. His breath fanning over your center tells you right where he is, and then the flat of his tongue draws a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

“Nectar of the gods, babydoll,” Javier moans and makes a meal of you.

Your head is heavy on his chest as you doze, which is no longer tight, and your quiet snores are like music, a comforting song. The afternoon sunshine streams in the open window. He watches the curtains flutter and dust motes dance in the disturbed air, as he hears birds, he doesn’t know. He is in uncharted territory and he has no plans to fuck it up. You are his compass, and years of what not to do is his map.

Before falling to sleep, he showed you his skeletons, you know what he’s done.

You will talk more. About about him, and his work. About what life might look like up here for him, like a warning. You'll stumble over the term 'stepdad', not wanting to presume… but you need to know for Benji, if he really wants this. And he does want it-

All of it.

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Would you be willing to take a chance on a star that's passed through the eclipse of the earth to end up where he started, just someone following their feet to change their Stars?

I would take a chance on someone, and I hope we all chase our dreams and change our stars.

If you know, you know... 🌟

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Chapter 8 - Save Me

Summary: After a random encounter introduces you to Dean Winchester, you can't shake the magnetic pull you feel towards him. For years, you've felt like everything in your life is under control--a promising career, financial stability and no real responsibilities. Dean's a hunter; it's his life and job. But somehow when you meet, your worlds are flipped upside down and you have to decide if it's a chance worth taking.

Chapter Warnings: Slight language; there's a ton of dialogue in this one but I feel like it's necessary to prep for the chapters ahead

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: ~3k

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If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know how you felt about going to Kansas for the unforeseeable future. While it wasn’t like you went into an office everyday and you could really work from anywhere within the United States, you had still built your life in Virginia. You had friends—especially Jen—and it felt weird leaving her here, unable to defend herself. But Dean had assured you she would be taken care of, and you knew that you were unable to defend yourself against these monsters Dean and Sam knew how to fight. 

“You about ready?” Dean asked as he tapped softly on your opened bedroom door. 

A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you looked at your packed-to-the-brim duffel bag and backpack. Dean said it was important to pack as light as possible, but without knowing when you’d be back, it was hard to be selective in what you brought. 

“I think so,” you mumbled, your lip caught between your teeth yet again. You released it as Dean stepped into the room. 

“Hey, I know this is a lot to take in,” Dean started slowly. Both of the boys kept treating you like you were made of glass, which was a little bit annoying but also made sense. It felt like you were all waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

“I’m okay,” you said out loud for him, but also for yourself. “I’m not really a big fan of the unknown…I’m a planner.” You mumbled as you looked around at your things.

“Not big on taking chances, huh?” Dean chuckled softly as his eyes watched you move. Again, it was like he was waiting for it all to set in and for you to crumble.

“Nope,” you sighed as you finally looked back at him. “Rule follower, remember?” You managed a half-smile as you remembered the first time you met in Atlanta.

“Oh, I remember,” Dean smirked back. He took a few steps towards you and you both sat on the edge of your bed. “Just keep in mind–this doesn’t have to be forever.” Your head had dipped a bit, so he moved his to find your gaze. 

“I get that,” you nodded. You didn’t want to offend him; this was his life. He was used to packing an ‘oh shit’ bag and getting out of town. He was used to all of the things that went bump in the night. You, on the other hand, were still trying to wrap your mind around it all. “I just wish I could circle a date on the calendar and know when I could come home.”

Dean nodded as he processed your words. “Tell ya what,” he started. “How about we take it one day at a time, for now,” he paused but you waited for the ‘and then’ part. “Once we get back to Kansas, we can sit down and come up with a plan. Figure out what it looks like so we can get you back home.” 

You didn’t want to be presumptuous, but there was a tone in his voice that almost sounded like he wasn’t looking forward to that. But since everything had happened, you really hadn’t been given a moment to figure out what this was between you and Dean.

“That sounds fair,” you answered honestly. Dean smiled and seemed hesitant, but leaned over and kissed the side of your head anyway.

“Good,” he seemed okay with your answer. He sighed and looked around at the rest of your room. “Anything I can do to help?”

You pushed your hair behind your ears and followed his gaze as you, too, looked around. “I don’t think so,” you said softly. “I’ve packed just about everything that will fit into my bags. I’m just worried I’m forgetting something.” 

“We do have stores in Kansas, ya know,” Dean winked as he stood and reached for your duffel. “Jesus, woman.” He muttered as he slung it over his shoulder. “You got a dead body in here, or what?”

You managed a laugh as you stood to follow him and slung your backpack up on your shoulders. “No, Dean, I think I’ll leave the dead bodies to you.” You patted him on the shoulder and walked just beyond him, but you heard him laugh as you rounded the corner into the hallway.

“Everything locked up?” Sam asked as you closed up the front door and headed to meet the boys in the driveway.

“Yep,” you sighed and readjusted your backpack a bit. “I mean, it probably doesn’t matter when it comes to demons, right? They can get through locked doors, I’m guessing.”

They didn’t answer you directly but nodded slightly. “I’m guessing you want to bring your car to Kansas?” Dean asked as he eyed your garage door.

“Oh, absolutely,” you answered quickly. “I just figured I would follow behind you guys, if that’s okay.” You said as you used the keypad on the side of the garage to type in your PIN number that opened the door. 

Sam and Dean stared at you, confused for a minute. “Sam’s flying back to Kansas,” Dean said. “This is a rental so I figured I’d drop it off on the way and hitch a ride with you, if that’s alright.” His words made you turn around slowly and your brows pulled together in confusion. 

“Wait,” you started carefully. “You flew here?” 

Dean caught why you were so surprised and flashed his white teeth in a small smile. He pulled at the back of his neck as Sam watched you both look at each other. “Sweetheart, I don’t own European cars. Don’t drive ‘em either, if I can help it.” He shrugged as he thumbed to the Volkswagen Jetta in your driveway. 

“Okay,” there was more you wanted to say but you decided not to rub in how much Dean hated flying in front of Sam. You weren’t familiar with their dynamic at all, but Dean had told you that he didn’t like being afraid, and that he always tried to be strong for his brother. You didn’t want to embarrass him or say something you shouldn’t in front of Sam. “Do I wanna know why you have to get back to Kansas quickly?” You turned your gaze to the younger Winchester. 

Sam chuckled softly and shook his head. “Work…related,” he mumbled. “So probably not.”

You nodded once and turned back to your car. “Okay, then,” you breathed. “I’ll follow you to the airport and wait for you to drop off the rental.” 

You loaded up your backpack and Dean tossed your duffel bag in the car.  As you both turned away, you faced each other, maybe a foot apart. 

“I’ll see you at the airport,” he said softly. 

“Be safe,” you said back as you studied his features and tried to read what he was thinking. He nodded, and after one more look, he went to walk back to the rental car. 

Before he could step away, you took a chance. You reached for his jacket and tugged so he turned back to you. With his jacket still between your fingers, you pressed your lips to his in a rather quick, but hard kiss. For a moment, he paused but then his hands cupped your face as he kissed you back. 

As the pop echoed around you, you didn’t notice how Sam had turned to give you some privacy and scratched awkwardly at the back of his head. “What was that for?” Dean asked as his eyes looked between yours. 

“To say I’m sorry, again, for not believing you,” you started softly but continued before he could say anything. “And for saving my life.” A small smile tugged up the corner of his lip just enough for his dimple to appear. 

“I don’t want you to apologize to me again, got it?” His thumb caressed your cheek gently. 

“No more apologizing from either of us,” you stared into his eyes until he nodded. 

“Deal,” he agreed, though somewhat hesitantly. 

“Okay,” you pulled back and waved at Sam. “Thanks to you too, Sam.” You called after him. He turned back around and nodded. “And I guess I’ll be seeing you in Kansas.”

“I’ll see you there,” he nodded as he waved. “Drive safe.”

You nodded and watched Dean walk back to the car. Just before he climbed into the driver’s seat, he called out after you. “And I’ll be seeing you soon.”

Even after everything, you couldn’t help the heat that radiated in your cheeks or the way a smile pulled across your lips. 

Dean had dropped Sam off at the drop off area at the airport. Once he had gathered his backpack, you followed Dean to the rental car return. It only took a few minutes before you popped the trunk to your Toyota Camry and waited for Dean to toss in his duffel bag. 

He pulled open the passenger door and leaned down. “You want me to drive?” He asked carefully. Dean seemed like the kind of guy who preferred driving, but you smiled and shook your head ‘no’ anyway. 

“How about I take the first shift? And then we can switch,” you suggested. He seemed content enough with that response and climbed in. “Sorry it’s not the Impala.” You offered with a small smile. 

“Ah, it’s alright,” he sighed as he pulled on his seatbelt. “I’ll get you in a Chevy or Ford, eventually.” He smiled back. You chuckled softly and shook your head as you pulled away from the airport. 

“What’s the address?” You asked as you toyed with the navigation on the dash. 

Dean grumbled, something about fancy cars and shitty navigation systems but you just rolled your eyes. He plugged in an address for Lebanon, Kansas. 

“Jesus,” you mumbled, as the screen totaled your drive time at 20 hours and 32 minutes. 

“Buckle up, sweetheart. Hope you’re ready for a long drive,” Dean chuckled. It was already late into the evening, pushing midnight by now. 

“It’s weird, I feel like I’ve been up for days at this point,” you muttered as you adjusted the air and your seatbelt. 

“You sure you don’t want me to drive?” He eyed you carefully. That was the thing about Dean’s gaze: you could feel it even when you didn’t see it. 

“I’m alright. We can switch when we stop,” you shifted the car into drive and eased on the gas. Dean unbuckled his seat belt to pull off his jacket before he buckled it again. “I’m supposed to call Jen tomorrow. I’m not even sure what to say to her, she recognized you from the photos we found online.” The sound of your voice was anything but strong as your stomach flip-flopped. 

“I’m guessin’ the truth isn’t an option?” Dean asked. 

You shook your head no. “And say what? She got possessed by a demon named Meg, her eyes turned black and she flung me against the wall a few times? Yeah, I’m pretty sure she’d have me committed,” you fell into a comfortable speed as you got on the interstate and hit cruise control. 

Dean half chuckled and shook his head as he glanced out the passenger window and then back to the windshield, his features illuminated by the headlights of drivers coming down the other side of the highway. “That probably wouldn’t go over too well. It’s a lot for anybody to take in.”

You muddled over a thought before you said it out loud. “How did you take it when you first found out?” You asked him as you glanced between him and the road ahead of you. 

His brows kind of pulled together and you took that as his thinking face. “I don’t really know how to explain that,” he started softly. “It’s all I’ve ever known, really.”

Shock had to have graced your features but you tried to calm your expression. While you recognized this was all new to you, it wasn’t to Dean. And you certainly didn’t want to offend him. 

“When did you find out about the things that go bump in the night?” You asked him carefully. 

“When I was four,” he didn’t look at you when he answered. Instead, his gaze went out the passenger window again as he watched the trees pass by in darkness. 

“Four?! Dean, you were a baby,” you breathed. And then you remembered. “You were four when your mom died…”

There was a moment of silence that you took as his acknowledgment that you had the right idea. But then, he continued. 

“My Dad kind of went into overdrive at that point. Trying to find what killed her,” he explained. You nodded as you tried to absorb it. When he didn’t offer up anything additional, you broke the silence. 

“You were just a kid, Dean…” you felt a pang of sadness for the man next to you. It made you angry, even. “No kid should ever have to go through that.”

“No kid should have to lose their parent to some supernatural asshole, either,” he said back firmly. You somehow knew he wasn’t upset with you by the comment, just trying to make you understand. “Seeing my Dad go through that, and having to make sure Sammy was okay…” he shook his head as he trailed off. 

The dots started to connect for you. Dad was busy fighting the monsters, Dean had to take care of his brother, you kept your thoughts to yourself but made a mental note. He had to be strong—couldn’t be afraid. 

“Anyway,” he cleared his throat and resituated himself in his seat. “All that to say, I don’t know what it’s like, really, to be thrown into this world that I live in. But I know it can’t be easy.”

“I don’t want you to worry about me, Dean,” you answered quickly, and you meant it. It seemed as though Dean was worried about protecting everyone in his life and being strong through it. “I don’t want to burden you with that.”

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna worry about you whether you’re sitting right here next to me, or you’re thousands of miles away in another state,” he looked at you when he spoke. “And it’s not a burden.”

“Can I ask you something?” Your bravery to ask the hard questions surprised you. Something about being in the car with him for almost a full day made your usual resolve soften. 

“Shoot,” he stole another glance at you. 

“Do you like it? Fighting…monsters?” You asked, for lack of a better word. 

Dean mulled it over before he answered right away. “I like helping people,” he said simply. “I like being able to save people so they won’t have to go through the same thing we did.”

“But who saves Dean Winchester?” Your eyes found him in the dark car once again.

“I don’t need saving, sweetheart,” he smirked again, a hint of confidence to his tone.

“Everybody needs saving sometimes, Dean,” you answered softly.

The only noise around you came from the hum of the engine.

“I guess Sammy does,” Dean looked out the window. You could tell he didn’t want the conversation to continue at that point, so you switched gears slightly.

“Does it ever scare you?” The idea of fighting monsters terrified you, but you were curious if Dean was ever afraid. 

He seemed to process the question like it was something he had never been asked, which shocked you considering the line of work. “I mean, I guess sometimes. Usually when one of us is in trouble.” You nodded, but he continued. “When one of us is knockin’ on death’s door, I guess that scares me.”

Each new fact you found out about this life Dean lived in brought on a new wave of shock. “Death?” You asked him as you looked between him and the road. 

Dean chuckled, but you could tell it was from him being a bit uncomfortable. “Let’s save that one for another day,” he shifted in his seat. 

Maybe that was a good idea. You redirected the conversation slightly. “Where does your fear of flying fall on the scale of being scared?” You smirked. 

“Oh, that one’s still at the top of the list,” he winked with a wide smile that reflected the light from the streetlights as you drove, welcoming a lighter conversation.

“But you got on a plane anyway. To get to me,” you stole another glance in his direction. 

“Well, yeah,” he said simply. “Sam said I should let it go, that something must have made you change your mind. But when I couldn’t reach you…” he shook his head. “I just had to be sure you were alright.” His words caused a flutter to form in your stomach, and you smiled, but that was shortly followed by a yawn that tugged at your jawline. “Getting tired?” Dean asked.

You shrugged a bit but couldn’t help the nod that followed. “It’s been a really long day,” you sighed. “I guess I was more tired than I thought.”

“That’s what happens when shock starts wearing off,” he reached to place his hand just above your knee over your denim jeans. It was obvious it was meant as something comforting as his thumb traced small circles on the fabric there. “Why don’t we pull off? I can switch with you.”

“Dean, you need sleep, too,” you argued.

“We can stop eventually if I get tired, too. But I’m alright, sweetheart,” his voice was gruff and raspy–you could sense the exhaustion there, but you obliged.

There was a rest stop up ahead and you took the exit slowly. Once the car was in park, you opened the driver’s door to switch with Dean. As you both got settled in your new seats, Dean pressed a quick kiss to your temple before he adjusted the mirrors. 

“You just get some rest,” he said gently. 

You nodded against the headrest of the seat and closed your eyes. “Night, Dean.” It wouldn’t take long for sleep to find you.

A/N: Happy Thursday, friends! I know this chapter probably felt a bit "filler" with the dialogue, but it was important for the development of future chapters. I promise things will get more interesting in the next chapter!

Let me know what you think! I appreciate all the likes, comments & reblogs more than you know!

Chapter 9 will be posted on (or maybe before, TBD) Thursday, 4/25!

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One blink, then two. The hum of the engine and vibration in the seat of the car reminded you where you were. There were so many emotions that coursed through you as you remembered: demons, monsters, Dean. 

Your nose twitched as you smelled the air and your eyes were drawn over to Dean. The sun was out now–high in the sky.

“Dean?” You cleared your throat as you shifted in the passenger seat to sit up fully. He did a double take and you saw the smile spread across his lips.

“Morning, sunshine,” the gruffness to his words and the look on his face made your stomach flip–or was that hunger? You settled on a mixture of both. 

“What time is it? Where are we?” You asked as blinked a few more times to try to take in your surroundings. 

“It’s about 8:30,” Dean answered as he glanced at the clock. “And we’re about an hour outside of Louisville, Kentucky.” 

“Jesus, I slept for eight hours, Dean! You should’ve woken me up,” you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and felt around your hair inconspicuously. You didn’t want to give away that you were slightly concerned with what you looked like after passing out in the passenger seat. God, what if you drooled?! You swiped your fingers across your mouth quickly. 

“Nah, you needed the sleep,” he answered simply. “You had a rough few days there.”

“Thanks,” you breathed. Suddenly your stomach groaned and you hoped he couldn’t hear it. “I’m starving. How about we stop and switch off again?”

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It’s okay to not know what comes next, to not know where you’re going. No one has it figured out, no matter how much they plan. Life is inconsistent and so hard to control. It is almost always unpredictable. Try not to waste so much time trying to predict an outcome that you forget to live, that you get paralyzed and never move on, never making a choice. Life has always risk. Be caution and careful, but not too anxious about it to the point you are never doing anything because you’re to afraid of the outcome. Making no decisions is a decision in itself and it brings an awful outcome: nothing happens, nothing changes, nothing gets better. When you are so desperately trying to avoid the worst-case scenario by doing nothing, it also means that no other scenario can unfold, nothing else can happen, your life remains the same - and you stay uncomfortable just the same.

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Back to yours Part 1

Author's Note: This is AU that I started this morning before the new episode aired, so I could not have predicted that plot would match so well. Only just changing the main character who asks the other to move. Also Suna has not seen the fortune teller in this story.

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Suna was getting more and more anxious in this house. She saw that Kaya was closing her out again. He was giving her support this whole time and she believed now was time to give him some. Possibly, by pulling all of them out of this snake pit.

Suna had to talk with Kaya. She already had a plan in her head and four tickets to London for all the important people in Kaya's and his moms life. He simply had to listen to her and say yes. She knew that he would listen, he always did but saying 'yes' part was trickier. 

She was taken out of her thoughts by Kaya walking in their bedroom. Suddenly, Suna was feeling anxious but she had to be strong for both of them. She couldn't allow the Korhan family to ruin Kaya, like they have done with Ferit, heir golden boy. 

"Kaya, can you, please, lock the door and come sit down next to me?" she asked softly, patting a spot on the bed next to her. Kaya lifted one of his eyebrows but did as she asked. He took her hands in his and Suna was transported back to the moment when he held hands like this after her father had humiliated her infront of him. That was a moment she knew she could trust Kaya. Suna felt so guilty over all the lapses in judgment. Now was her time to help him.

"Suna, has someone from this house did something to you? Tell me, I will deal with it." Kaya said, trying to get up but Suna held on to their intertwined hands. 

"No, no, Kaya! It is nothing like that. But I need you to promise to listen to what I am going to say without interrupting me or I will lose my courage. Can you promise me that?" He shook his head in approval. Suna took a deep breath and squeezed Kaya's hands, taking a bit of courage from him like she needed.

"Kaya, I want us to move to London."

"But..." Suna cut him off quickly: "You promised to listen to me without interrupting. Can you do it?"

"Yeah, I can. You simply took me by surprise."

"I have been thinking about it for a long time. I want us, your mom and her friend to move to London because we deserve happiness and a good life. I want our marriage to develop without all this negativity and drama around us. Also our happiness and us just living our best life is the best revenge we can get. It will take time but it is better than living here and always looking behind our backs. Why did I think about it? Because you saw how they tried to ruin our engagement and wedding. We were happy and they were burning with hate."

"What about your sister?"

"She chose herself where her loyalty lay when she humiliated me. You were the only one standing by my side no matter what. I have never had someone do that for me. So let me stand by your side and tell you that I don't want to turn into them. I don't want you to let that darkness in you. I want you to stay as you are. Maybe even become better. I want us to become better. Start our family somewhere our kids will be safe, too. I have ideas on how to reach our goals, if you trust me." she finishes, pulling out four plane tickets out of her jacket pocket. 

"What if I say no to this idea?"

"Then I will go to London by myself. I want to see where you grew up and studied for a few weeks. As you said I have to see the world. Finally learn what I want from life. Then I will come back and stand by your side like I promised."

"How long do I have time to think?"

"Till end of the week. I will leave these with you. Just hide them somewhere, they won't be found."

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Suna was waiting for the gates to open so she could board the plane. She was there alone. Still looking out in the crowd for her husband. They didn't talk about it anymore. Suna wanted him to make this choice by himself. 

By asking himself what he really wants in life, what he deserves in future. Suna looked down at her ring that was made from Kayas design. Then suddenly there were feet in her line of sight. She lifted her head up to look into her husband's eyes. Kaya has come, he really chose this and trusted her.

"I couldn't allow my wife to travel all alone to foreign country. Also who could be a better guide than me." he told her teasingly but her mind was still stuck on "my wife" part. It sent a thrill through her. 

"Well...then we shall board the plane, my husband."

Once again they went hand in hand to start this new chapter of their life. Together as one team, not looking back at all.

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It’s the still of the night that can help clear the mind

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I Was Born To Love You

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Here is the next part in Robyn and Taron's current story :)

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7

“He touched my soul long before I knew what his hands felt like.”

Taron’s face was deeply buried into the pillow under his head. He groaned with an exhale, stretching out his legs and arms and turning onto his back, slowly opened his eyes, the white ceiling above him coming into focus. Looking left and right, he lay dazed for a moment and then groaned louder when he remembered that he was in the hotel with Robyn and just woke up from this millionth sleep that day.

“Taron…” He scolded himself sitting up and looking around the room. “Robyn?” His voice echoed through the suite and seeing the balcony doors closed, wondered if she was sitting outside, enjoying the evening heat and the sound of the ocean. On his feet, he made his way to the balcony door but once he stepped outside, she wasn’t there. Feeling a little butterfly dance low in his stomach, he walked back into the bedroom and again found himself waking from a sleep and without Robyn. It happened much too often for his liking. At the bed, he only then noticed the page on the pillow. He picked it up and read it and smiled at the hand drawn rocket and chicken at the end of her explanation to say she was going to the pool for a swim.

His heart dropped when he read the word swim. It was something he knew he was going to have to face coming on holiday. The pool. It was no secret that he was deeply affected by what happened in the pool on set in Belfast. His last unexpected trip to Robyn testament to how much so. He had no intention of stepping foot in a pool anytime soon, but his holiday plans with Robyn meant at some point it was going to happen because he was going to need to cool off with the heat that came with the weather in Florida. While the ocean was always an option, he knew they were not going to spend every day on the sand and it was always nice just to float in a pool.

Sighing, he looked to their cases, Robyn’s already opened as she routed through for her swimwear and he walked over to his, opening the lock and lay it out on the ground. He had gone back to his flat in London to change out the clothes he had been carrying around with him for a more summer wardrobe and took out a pair of black swim shorts. He changed into them, leaving the white t-shirt he had been wearing on top and once out of his runners, pulled some flip flops onto his feet.

He was feeling a little nervous and took his time in the bathroom but stalling for as long as he could, grabbed his phone and wallet, placed his hat on his head and then wandered down towards the lobby, following the directions for the pool. There was no pressure on him to get into the water and he just wanted to be back with Robyn. He knew as soon as he linked his hand with hers, he would feel that wave of calm wash over him as it always did.

Outside, the late heat was quite nice, much easier to adapt to then the intensity that could be felt during the day and he meandered through the empty sun beds. Glancing at his phone, it was near nine-thirty and the pool closed soon and he hoped Robyn was still here, and he hadn’t missed her on the way down, especially if she was making her way back up and their paths didn’t cross. It never occurred to him to give her a call but as he came to the walk-in entrance of the pool, he saw her laying on a sun bed, his lips automatically rising in a grin.

A sun holiday had so many perks and the first one was swimwear. Robyn’s bikini was strapless, with a tropical print and he knew he was grinning as he got nearer to her. He wished he had of worn his red trunks now, matching with her a little bit but would save them for another time. Stretched out on the lounger, she lay with her right leg bent at the knee, her arms by her side and just looked incredible relaxed. He saw the towel on the second lounger and knew immediately it was for him. He couldn’t see if she was listening to music and didn’t want to frighten her, so sat on the free lounger moving it a little so the noise of it scraping against the ground made her turn her head to him and she just smiled.

He gave her a look and shrugged his shoulders. “Do I even need to explain?” He asked taking his hat from his head.

Robyn chuckled at him. “No. Not at all.”

“Sorry Robyn. We had made a plan and I feel asleep.”

She reached out to take his hand. “It is absolutely fine.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Taron’s eyes briefly closing as she gripped his hand in hers.

“Because I know what the last two weeks have been like for you and you know I don’t mind.”

“I know.” He agreed. “But we are here together.”

“And we are.” She assured him. “I literally came down here and took a swim and have been just laying here. I was going to head back to the room in a few anyway and see if you were awake and if not, it was no big deal. I would have just lay down with you.” She saw the frown still deep in his forehead. “Taron, your body needed the sleep and we have the rest of the evening to explore if we want and can still get a drink.” She sat up and placing her hands on his cheeks, gave him a kiss. “Stop worrying.”

He returned her kiss with one of his own and looked to the water in the pool. “Nice?”

“Hmm yeah.” She replied. “Good way to cool off.”

“Warm?”

“Not so much but it was nice and quiet and not busy.”

“Yeah I can see. Great that it is open until ten.”

“It really is.”

“I like your suit.” He grinned, a rose flush in his cheeks.

Robyn didn’t miss the blush and giggled at his compliment. “Thank you.”

“No straps?”

“Tan lines.”

Taron grinned at her. “I am looking forward to learning all about those this holiday.”

She giggled at him. “I don’t have many things that I am particular about, but tan lines are one so I picked a strapless bikini. One of my own choosing.”

“Oh not Stella then?” Taron asked as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it at the bottom of the sun lounger, taking his phone from his pocket and dropping it into Robyn’s beach bag.

Robyn shook her head. “Erm no. Stella suits were better suited for a beach in a more private setting.”

Taron chuckled and rose an eyebrow her way. “Do I need to find us a private beach?”

She returned his laugh with one of her own. “I brought one with me.” She admitted.

“Really?”

“Hmmm.” She brushed her hair from her face. “We shall see if it comes out to play.”

He lips rose in a huge grin. “We shall see.” He agreed. Looking around, the still water of the pool was always in his eye line. “So, the water was nice?”

“Yeah.” Robyn didn’t miss his eye glance to the pool. “Doesn’t get too deep and with no steps this side which meant it was very easy to get into.” She was still holding his hand and could feel the tension in his fingers. “Why don’t we go and find that bar. I am still waiting on my colourful umbrella in a fancy drink.”

Taron looked to her and then back to the pool. Penny had been a wonderful support as always and he had called her a couple of time in-between long takes on set to talk through his fears that came with facing a pool again and she was understanding and encouraging, giving him some suggestions for overcoming the anxiety that still crippled him at times. She advised him to take it slow and not to feel he had to get back in the water. There was absolutely no obligation for him to do so. Gazing to the water again, it looked very inviting with its lights making it glow, the water itself so still and calm. He could see the bottom of the pool, even in the dark and could feel a difference in himself as he sat on the sun lounger. The last time at the pool, his heart was racing, his mind over thinking everything but the circumstances now were so different. He felt strangely settled and with Robyn’s thumbs running over the palm of his hand, not as nervous as he had been up in the room.

He got to his feet, giving Robyn’s hand a pull to make her stand too. “Let’s sit at the edge.”

Robyn’s eyes widened at his request. “You want to sit at the edge?”

“Yup.” He took the lead and walked them to the tiled edge of the pool. “Just sitting.”

Robyn watched as Taron carefully sat down, letting his legs dangle into the water and she copied him but making sure she was sitting right beside him, their legs touching, her left hand going immediately for his right to hold it.

“I am ok cariad, promise.” He assured her feeling how close she was sitting next to him but still linked their fingers together. The water on his legs was cool and felt really nice on his skin and as he could see the decorated tiles on the bottom of the pool, it wasn’t as frightening as he expected, even more so that it was just his legs covered with the tepid water and it was just him and Robyn and no one else. No hustle and bustle of a set with everyone around, orders being shouted left, right and centre. No pressure on knowing how much it cost to run an underwater production which he always felt the weight of. It was just a stunning pool in a fabulous hotel beside the beach where he could hear the echo of the waves in his ear and best of all, he had the person he loved most in the world beside him, with her head on his shoulder, her arm around his back and their legs touching.

Robyn was waiting for Taron to react to being anywhere near the chlorinated water but he seemed ok as he splashed the water with his feet. She slipped her left arm around his back and moved to rest her cheek on his shoulder and they just sat. She had assured him many times over many phone calls that he didn’t have to get in the pool at all, that they had the ocean too, but here he was right beside her, legs in the water. The part of the pool they were at was about waist deep but it was so nice to sit with him and dangle their legs. It was just the start of her memories of their time together.

“This is really lovely.” Taron said. “Hearing the ocean, feeling the heat, having this to ourselves.”

Robyn nodded agreeing. “I am surprised there are not more people taking advantage of the late pools hours.”

“Probably went for dinner.”

“Hmm yes.”

“Which we missed.”

She chuckled. “Yes we did but we will figure something out.” Leaning forward and dipping her hand into the water, she dribbled some over her thighs.

“What are you doing?” He asked watching droplets of water trail down her skin.

“Playing.”

He laughed at her answer. “Get in if you want.” He saw her lift her head and turn to him. “I am very content sitting here and if you want to go for a last swim before we go and get you a fancy drink, then do it. This is your holiday too Robyn and I want you enjoying every minute.”

Robyn stretched to kiss his cheek and letting go of his hand, slipped right into the water, dunking underneath coming up with a little shiver. “Takes a minute to get used to it.” She explained, brushing her hair from her face. “But it’s so nice. I do like these late-night swims.”

Taron’s face fully grinned. “We do love a late-night swim.” He agreed quickly. “And we shall definitely have some more.”

Robyn chuckled at his words and moved so she could stand between his legs, resting her arms on his thighs. “We have been known to take a swim the ocean late at night. Least the gulf is warm.” In the same way she had sprinkled water over her skin, she did the same to Taron, his shorts darkening with the water.

“What are you doing?” He asked her as she cupped some more water and let it trickle through her fingers over his legs.

“Playing.”

He shook his head and chuckled. “Playing, huh?”

“Yup.”

Taron watched her hands for a few seconds, his eyes then drawn to her colourful bikini and they wandered up and down and closing his eyes he sighed. He always felt safe with Robyn, in every way possible and lifting his hands, placed them on her shoulders and giving her a little push back, slid into the water, making sure his feet were flat on the tiles. He was glad to feel Robyn’s hands on his waist under the water and he stood with his feet planted firmly on the ground, taking one long breathe in.

“Taron…” Robyn gripped his sides tight, her eyes widening as he glided into the water, taken completely back by how he got into the water. She had never expected him to go near the pool at all, never mind go near the water on their arrival night and while sitting on the edge was already making her nervous for him, when he lowered himself in, she was nearly on top of him, making sure it was ok.

“All good.” He replied. “It’s ok. It really is quite nice.”

“It is.” She repeated slowly.

“Really nice after a day of travelling.” He stepped closer to her and took her into him for a hug, pressing his body right into hers. “I love you.”

“I love you.” She murmured into his shoulder as she felt him nuzzle into hers, her fingers trailing up and down his back in slow strokes.

“Wanna try a swim?” He asked.

Robyn’s eyes widened again. “A swim?”

“A swim.” He confirmed

“You sure?”

“Hmm yeah.” He replied. “I think it’s best to give it a go when it is empty and no one around. Least if it gets too much, no one will see me panic.”

“Only if you are sure.”

“I am.”

Robyn nodded and reached for his hand. “It doesn’t have to be a swim.” She replied, trying to read his face, the emotions she knew he had to be feeling right now but his eyes were bright, his face determined. “Let’s just walk a little bit deeper where can stand in the whole pool. The deepest it goes is to my chin but we don’t have to go that far.”

They waded through until the water was chest deep and after Taron inhaled a long deep breath in. let go of Robyn’s hand and he took to a swim, going straight for the edge which he gripped tight, Robyn right after him, her hand on his lower back.

“Taron!” Her words echoed around the empty pool, her hands now moving to his shoulders.

He ran his hands through his hair and gave her a small smile. “Quite refreshing, wouldn’t you say?”

“Taron!” She slapped his chest lightly, water splashing on his face. “Are you kidding me? Jesus, some warning before you decide to go swimming.”

“Sorry cariad. It just felt the right time.”

“And I am so glad it did but…” She lifted his hand and placed it over her heart.

Taron could feel her heart racing under his hand and leaned in to give her a tight hug. “Sorry darling.”

Robyn leaned into his chest and wrapped him close against her. “You ok?”

“Yeah. Strangely enough, not as frightening as I thought it was going to be. No one shouting directions at me, not one diver near me, warm water, less clothes and you.” He smiled softly at her. “The first time was always going to be the toughest but it felt right. It still does. The pool is good.”

She smiled at his words and lifted her head to look at him. “It is?”

“Yup but ya know, maybe not something for every day.” He could still stand and reach the bottom, the water wasn’t above his shoulders and he felt light in the pool and not weighed down by clothes, a physical weight or the stress of filming underwater and while he knew his heart was beating a little faster, he was not having the panic attack that he expected. “Let’s go to the other side.” He instructed.

“After you.”

Taron took long strokes and once at the other side, gave himself a little shake out. The water felt great and he was so relieved that the horror he had expected hadn’t surfaced.

“Take my hand.” He asked Robyn holding his hand up for her. “And don’t let me go.”

“Never.”

Robyn gripped his wet hand tight and he dunked himself under the water in one quick dip coming back up immediately, using his right hand to run his fingers through his dripping hair and then down his face. “I just needed to do that once but not without a helping hand.”

Robyn did a little jump so she could get into his arms and hugged him tight against her, feeling him hugging her fiercely back. She kissed his cheek and then his wet lips. “I think you deserve that beer.”

“Hmm definitely.”

“Let’s go find the pool bar.”

They waded through the water, keeping upright and walked out of the pool, back to their loungers.  Before Taron could even pick up the towel from the bed, he felt Robyn by his side, pulling his body right into hers, her arms locking around his back. Wet bare skin was pressed together and Robyn could feel the increase in his heart rate and ran her hands in long wide circles around his back, feeling him nuzzle into her neck. Water was dripping from both, but they stayed in their tight hug for a little while.

“You sure you are ok?” She asked him quietly, feeling a little shiver to his body.

“I am ok.” He replied. “It felt like the right time to do that. Like I said, I can’t say I will be getting in all the time but it’s a start.”

“What if I put on Stella’s swimwear?” Robyn asked so glad to hear Taron’s chuckle.

“Well, if you insist on doing that and go in the water, I may not be able to refuse.”

Separating with a long kiss, Robyn placed her hands on his cheeks and stretched to kiss his forehead. “I will consider it.”

Picking up their towels, they dried off, Taron laughing as Robyn groaned when her cover up was going to get wet. “Ugh I should have remembered this from when we went swimming in the hotel.” She complained as she tied her hair up in a messy wet bun. “I had to use the hand dryer to dry my suit.”

“It won’t stay wet long cariad.” Taron soothed as he slipped into his t-shirt. “It is warm out here and at a pool bar there is some expectation that the guest’s clothes will be wet.”

She sighed. “Yeah, I know.”

“And you haven’t heard one complaint from me about you being wet.” His grin darkened and he moved when Robyn went to swipe at him. “Come on. Drinks await.”

“Let me put the towels back where they go.” She took the two long white towels and once she had placed them into the green box, walked back to Taron who had already swung her beach bag over his shoulder, his hand out reaching for her.

Taking his hand, they walked around the pool, past all the sun loungers and palm trees, heading in the opposite direction they had just been in. They weren’t entirely sure where the pool bar was located but followed the curve of the swimming pool, a building with white roof coming into their view with the brown veranda they had seen from their balcony. The pool bar. There were many wooden tables and chairs placed outside on the decking which had steps that led right onto the sand, the same tan and cream umbrellas at the tables as those found around the pool. Soft glowing lanterns were placed on the middle of each and there was a beautiful view of the beach from the veranda. A few guests were seated enjoying their late evening and as the couple walked into the bar, it was brightly lit and covered in fairy lights outside as well as inside, much to Robyn’s delight. There were more wooden tables and chairs inside, each with their own lantern and some taller seats placed at the black marble topped bar. Fans were whirling above their heads and there was a nice chatter and relaxed atmosphere from those having a drink. Taron guided Robyn to the bar and after he pulled out a chair for her, took one beside her.

“Good evening!” Came a cheerful welcome from the bar tender. “Can I get you both a drink?”

Taron nodded with a grin. “Please. I will take a corona and…” He was going to ask for the cocktail menu but Robyn got there before him with her drink request.

“And can I have a pearl surprise please.”

“Sure of course. No problem.”

“Thank you.”

Once the bar tender turned away, Taron looked to Robyn. “A pearl surprise? I didn’t even get you a menu.”

“I saw the drink of the day on the blackboard and just went for it plus the hand drawn picture shows that it comes with an umbrella.”

Taron chuckled at her. “Do you even know if you like what the drink is made of?”

“Hmm-hmm.” She replied. “Mango, passionfruit, papaya and orange with rum.” She saw his confusion. “It’s wrote on the board and sounds good to me.”

“And it comes with a little umbrella.”

“Yes it does.”

Robyn reached down to pick up her beach bag, taking out their room key and their phones. She left the key on the counter top and made a face when she saw her phone.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah, just Claire.” She rolled her eyes. “Wanting to know everything about our trip even though we have only just got here.”

“I am not surprised by that.” He laughed as he looked at his own phone, seeing his own messages from his friends as well as one from his mother telling him to have a wonderful time. He sighed happily as he placed his phone down. They could wait to be answered. He looked around the bar and took his hat from his head. “This place is really perfect.”

Robyn quickly texted Claire back to tell her all was good and she would chat to again later and put her phone down looking to where Taron was gazing out towards the beach and agreed with him. “Definitely perfect.” The bar had several guests but it was peaceful and relaxed and she could see he was comfortable as he sat.

“And here we go. One corona and a pearl surprise.” The bar tender placed Taron’s bottle in front of him, a lime in the neck of the beer, while Robyn was given a curved glass with a piece of mango stuck on the side, the drink inside a brightly coloured two-tone orange and to her delight a blue cocktail umbrella stuck in the mango. “Can I take your card just to pop the drinks on?”

“Sure.”

Once they were given back their card, Robyn turned to Taron who had already drank half of his beer, his face just smiling. “Well chicken, are you delighted with your drink?”

“Yes.” She picked up her phone. “One for the wall?”

“Of course.”

Robyn made sure the camera was on selfie mode and they picked up their drinks, a grin on their faces as she took the picture, but Taron turned his head last second to kiss her cheek.

“Taron!”

He gave a shrug. “Just wanted to re-create the first one we ever took together. This is the first proper one we have ever taken a couple and it seemed a good choice.”

Robyn smiled at the thought behind the kiss and nodded. “Yes it was.”

“Now we can do the proper one.”

Drinks lifted, they smiled for the camera and once the photo was taken, Robyn put her phone down and finally tried her drink through the straw. It was exactly what she had hoped her first cocktail would be and was so delicious, she knew it was going to be a dangerous drink to have because it tasted so good.

“Happy?” Taron asked her, with a sideways grin.

“Hmm yes.” Robyn said sipping her drink again. “You?”

“Most definitely.”

They stayed at the bar and had another drink, both then deciding to head back to their room. They had achieved their goal of staying up late, Taron because he had already napped so much during the day and Robyn because she was just so excited to be back in Clearwater but she began to yawn as they finished their second drink. Thanking the bar tender, they left a tip on the counter top and after Robyn put her two cocktail umbrellas into her bag to keep, they made their way back through the lobby, to the lift and their room. Inside, Robyn dropped the beach bag on the kitchen counter, only then seeing the gift basket which was on the opposite counter beside the fridge.

She skipped into the space and picked up the card. “Dear Mr Egerton and Miss Quinn. We would like to welcome you to the Sand Pearl Resort and Spa for your stay with us. We hope you have a wonderful vacation and if you need anything at all, just ask at reception or dial one on your room phone. Please enjoy this basket of treats from us. Jayden Prince, manager Sand Pearl Resort.” She put down the card and looked inside the cellophane, treats one word to describe what was inside. She turned around with a smile on her face. “I know I may have been a bit iffy when we agreed to book this hotel but I am so glad we did.”

Taron laughed at her words and walked into the kitchen to stand beside her. “And while I was a bit hesitant about Clearwater, it is a beautiful place. Anything good in there?” He asked pulling at the plastic wrapper over the basket.

Robyn slipped her arm around his waist and hugged him. “Lots of good things.”

Taron poked the basket a little. “Do I see a bath bomb? We may have to make use of that.”

“I am sure we will.” She giggled as he gave her kiss a cheek. “And we got some bubbles too but not bath bubbles. Sparkly bubbles.” She picked up the bottle of champagne. “This should go in the fridge.” Stepping away from him, she opened the silver door and placed the expensive bottle of champagne into the shelf at the side. The fridge was already stocked with bottled water, still and sparkling as well as of soft drinks and some bottled beers. “So, who is taking the shower…”

Robyn’s words were cut off as Taron kissed her, turning her around so they were face to face, his hands wrapping around her and dragging her into him. His hands reached down to get under the thin material of the cover up, his left resting over the bottoms of her bikini and following his lead, Robyn’s right hand treaded through his hair, while her left ran over the waistband of his trunks. Taron’s lips were smiling as he kissed Robyn. Alone and together, it was his most favoured way to be with her. The swim has been quick and a little nerve wrecking but he felt at ease and suddenly very excited for swimwear, lazy nights at the pool bar, lazier ones at the beach and so many kisses, like the ones he was enjoying now. Getting his other hand under her cover up and with both hands on her waist, he carefully lifted her up so she was sitting on the counter top, laughing at her surprise.

“I got you.” He whispered stepping into the counter and pulling her into him. “I have always got you.” Kissing her again, he caught her sigh in his mouth, his own echoing hers.

Everything was a blur and the counter was cold on Robyn’s legs but the heat was very much rising in the small kitchenette of their hotel room as Taron moved his kiss from her lips to her neck and down as far as he could go.

He lifted his face with an unhappy grunt. “I demand that you only wear V-necks from now on.”

Chuckling Robyn moved her hands from his back to his cheeks. “Demand, huh?”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“Well let me make it a little easier for you.” Because Taron had already pulled her cover up over her legs, it was very easy for her to grab the material and tug it up and over her head, throwing it over Taron’s head, seeing it land on one of the high chairs the other side of the counter. “Better?”

“Hmmm much.” His voice was deep and Robyn was sure there was a tiny little growl in his words and she pressed her forehead to his. “But we are uneven and that is not fair.”

He chuckled at her words and when he felt her hands pull at his t-shirt, gave her the space she needed to pull it up his chest and over his head. “Better?” He asked with a little dimpled grin, repeating her same words.

“Much.” His t-shirt ended up in the same spot as her cover up and she slid her hands around his back, her thumbs rolling over warm skin as her lips kissed him. She smiled as he stepped back into her and she could wrap her legs around him.

Their kisses were slow and sweet and Taron’s lips drifted from her lips to her neck while her hands still ran in circles around his back. Tilting her head back and as Taron’s lips moved lower, her hands moved up to the nape his neck playing with his hair. Robyn’s eyes closed as Taron reclaimed his new favourite spot and the soft moan escaped her lips before his were back to hers, their kisses changing to more deep intense ones. She broke the kisses and turned her attention to his jaw and neck, moving to trace tiny butterfly kisses along his collar bone, smiling as she could hear and feel his heart thumping. She slid her hands from his neck around to his chest and pressed them against his heart and lifted her eyes to look at him. “This is my most favourite sound in the whole world.” She whispered to him, kissing him lightly. “Thank you for coming here with me. I know you are a little nervous but I promise to make this the most perfect break for you.”

Taron’s fingers had been slowly making their way under the back of bikini, his fingers brushing back and forth over her warm skin and he was just about to untie it when she spoke to him and he moved his hand to her cheeks, while hers still were flat on his chest. “If every day is like our last three hours, then I know this is going to be my favourite holiday ever.”

Robyn tugged him into her and cuddled him close as they started to kiss once more. He was warm and so familiar and she felt him tugging at the back of her bikini again, similar to how her hands had snuck under the waistband of his trunks. Everything was starting to tingle in the most perfect way and as Taron pulled her even tighter into him, she grinned into his mouth. “Missed you.”

His laugh was deep and his dimples were on show. “Hmm, I think you can tell that I might have missed you too.”

“Just a little bit.” She ran her hands through his hair and around his shoulders, her fingertips tracing up and down the middle of his back, remembering every little curve and muscle she could feel. She moved her hands to his face, poked at his dimples, smiling as he grinned at her, her index finger then outlining his lips.

“Having fun?”

“Lots.” She replied as her stroked his nose, her hands then cupping his cheeks, her thumbs running carefully under his eyes. “You having fun?”

He nodded slowly at her, his lips in a half grin. “Lots.”

She gave her head a shake. “Is this going to be a trend for this break? Repeating each other words?”

“My brain is not functioning properly at the moment.” He replied, dipping his head to kiss her. “I am extremely distracted.”

“You started it.”

Taron laughed at her. “With no regrets.” His hands rested on her thighs. “Not one.” He added as his hands slid around her hips and down to her bikini bottoms again. “It has been five weeks cariad since I have been able to kiss you and hold you and squish you.” He drew her closer to him, pressing him right into her. She shared her agreement with a slow kiss. “And you know we do like a kitchen counter kiss.”

 “We do and as much as I am loving our re-enactment of what happened in my kitchen a few weeks ago, I just have to say, this counter is a little cold on my bum.”

His chuckle was adorable and he immediately slid his hands right down the curve of her body. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” He rubbed his nose over hers. “Shall we move?”

“Hmmm yes please.”

With a nod Taron turned around so his back was facing to her. “Hop on my lady.”

“Are you serious?”

His looked over his shoulder. “Yes very. Plus, you can massage me better if I pull a muscle.” He said a wink.

Her face smirked at him and she gave the hair at the back of his neck a little tug but then wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and once he had a good grip of her legs, walked out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. “Next stop and only stop, the bed.” He laughed and turning around, let go of Robyn so she fell backwards onto the soft white duvet, giggling more at her shout of surprise.

“Taron!” She bounced twice before she managed to regain her balance and sit up. “What on earth!” She watched him crouch down in front of his case, rummaging through what he had brought with him. “I repeat, what on earth.” She asked again but her tone was light. She rolled her eyes as he didn’t answer her and looked around the room knowing he would come to her when he was ready with whatever he was routing for. The curtains in the bedroom had been pulled and a gorgeous towel animal which looked like a dog had been placed on the desk opposite the bed. It made her smile and she was getting off the bed to go and look at it when Taron turned around and finally joined her, jumping up onto the bed. It made her wobble again and she got to her knees watching him crawl up to the pillows and place something on the bedside locker. He lay back on the bed and opened his arms to her, a cute little boyish grin on his face, like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“Come on cariad.”

Her eyes caught the foil packet and bottle and she was biting her lip before she realised and quickly crawled up to him and once sitting on his lap, leaned in and kissed him.

“You read my mind.”

“That’s a first.” He laughed.

“It is best. It can be a mess in my head.”

Taron pulled her down on top of him, hitching his left leg around her right one. “I know a fantastic way to clear your thoughts.”

“Hmm yes boat trips to see dolphins.” She replied.

“Robyn!” He threw his head back into the pillow with a playful sigh, turning his head when he felt something hard in the middle of the soft material. He stretched his hand around and picked up a purple-coloured packet and held it up to Robyn. “Chocolate. On the pillow.”

“Really?!” She took it from him and then looked to the other pillow. “Ohh another one!” She rolled off him and once she had the second chocolate, quickly found her previous position on his lap. “One each.”

“You love this hotel, don’t you?” He asked as he watched her open the wrapper.

“Hmm.” She answered. “Here you have it.” She held the chocolate to his lips and he ate it slowly. “Good?”

He nodded as he opened the second one he had. “Try.”

The chocolate was silky and smooth and she bent down to kiss him. “Good.” She confirmed.

“Most definitely.” He locked his arms around her back and his leg twisted in-between hers again. Kisses were shared between them, slow, sweet, deep and intense and as his fingers finally got to open the back of her swimwear, he placed a kiss on the side of her lips. “Jet lagged?” He whispered. “Not in the slightest.” She grinned.

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[dolores-hazy]

Secret: I actually don't hate you, I love you. I just don't want you to hurt me.

I've taken too many chances

With my heart, ossified now

Except you somehow break

Through--I know you don't believe

That to be true viewing me

As impenetrably cold and aloof

That's the front put up, walls raised

Layer upon layer added over time

Faster than the plaster can be applied

And fully dry my defenses

Kicking in instinctually

Locks clicking in place and you

Might just be a master locksmith

For although all I seem to do is play

A long game of keep away, I don't want

To keep at this desolate race

So I might turn around and run

To you instead one of these days

My heart may be quicker

On the uptake; the bind is in convincing

A messy mind afraid of another

Crushing mistake

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