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Business Trip - Part 5: Negotiations

“Sit up on the edge of the tub,” she says softly, and you make eye contact with her to find her cute features flushed, her eyes heady with pleasure and lust.

Seolhyun lifts her body off your lap and you raise your body above the waterline, shuddering slightly as the cool night air hits your naked shaft. Seolhyun’s gaze lingers on your cock for a long moment, and a look of satisfaction appears on her face. She locks eyes with you again and bites her lip as you sit down on the tub’s edge. She draws closer, kneeling on the underwater seating ledge, and thinking you are about to kiss again, you lean forward - only for Seolhyun to dodge your face altogether and sink her face between your legs.

In a moment, you go from expecting another passionate kiss to having her lips, tongue, and mouth wrapped around your shaft - and it is an amazing feeling, as Seolhyun wastes no time with delicate foreplay or slow build up. Almost immediately she is bobbing her head up and down, and it is all you can do to grip the edge of the tub with one hand and the back of her ponytailed head with the other as Kim Seolhyun takes your cock in and out of her hot, slick mouth.

“We’d be idiots to not acquire this company,” Hirai Momo says in a serious, business-like tone, “if we don’t buy them, some other company will, and then we’ll wish we had.”

“I agree,” Park Choa says with a small nod, “their tech is legit. Their logistics and resourcing could use some restructuring, but with our capital behind their team that won’t be an issue. Their personnel and their tech have a lot of potential.”

“You’re both right. I don’t even think we need to consult with the boss on this one. I say we move forward and submit a proposal for acquisition,” you finish.

Momo and Choa respond with affirmative nods. Their faces are weary after two days of long hours spent in presentations, meeting with company executives, and reviewing company data. They are both happy to have come to a decision about the company, and both glad that the three of you were in agreement.

“Choa, have legal back home start up the paperwork. Momo, the boss will want a full summary report including all their presentations and the data they gave us on their tech. He’ll want to know everything about what he’s buying. I’ll meet with their management and start on a framework for the acquisition terms, and perhaps get started on financial negotiations.”

“Roger that, sir,” Momo says with a mock salute as if she were speaking to a superior military officer, “I’ll get on it right away, Captain. But first, sleep! To the hotel!”

Momo turns on her heel and pretends to march out of the meeting room, her long legs straight as they march in exaggerated fashion like a soldier on parade, her tablet held against her shoulder like a rifle.

Choa giggles as the younger woman leaves the room, then turns to you and whispers softly:

“Maybe it’ll be my turn to call you sir before this trip is over?”

“Maybe,” you say softly in reply, your lips widening into a smile that is returned on hers.

“I’ll make that call to legal in the morning, but first I think I’m gonna go PTFO,” Choa says with a smile, before she too turns and starts to gather her belongings from the boardroom table. “You wanna share a cab back to the hotel?”

“Thanks, but I need to finish up a couple of things here before I call it a day. I’ll see you guys bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Choa says, managing to smile kindly at you despite the fatigue wearing at her cute features. With one last wave, she throws her backpack over her shoulder and heads out of the office.

Finally alone in the moderately sized boardroom atop a tall office tower in downtown Seoul, you sigh deeply as you recline in your expensive looking leather chair. It has indeed been a long couple of days of work following a long haul flight, and the weariness in your body was proof of it. The sun has begun to set, and you glance idly out the window as it begins to paint South Korea’s capital in tones of orange and red. You search for a moment of respite for your mind after days of hard work amidst tall towers of glass and steel.

The floor to ceiling glass window gives you an excellent view of downtown Seoul. The entire office itself was like something out of a hipster interior designer’s sketchbook, all glass and hardwood and exposed brick. It was a gorgeous space, and you could see why it attracted a talented crowd of young professional employees.

“Ahem.”

A female’s exaggerated cough interrupts your reverie, and you turn to find the form of a young woman leaning into the entrance of the boardroom. You are struck for a moment by her beauty as the sun throws a splash of orange on her features. It is Kim Seolhyun, the Director of Marketing and Communications of the company. She gives you a short bow with her head as you make eye contact, a polite smile on her lips.

“I’m sorry, I left my notepad in here,” she says in only lightly accented English, stepping cautiously into the room, “I hope I’m not interrupting or disturbing you.”

“No, not at all,” you say quickly, “I was just taking a breather after meeting with my colleagues.”

“I see. Well if you’d like some water or tea or anything else, I can grab it for you,” Seolhyun says, gathering up the blue notebook on the other side of the table.

“Actually, some water would be great,” you answer, “although I think a stretch and a walk might do just as good.”

You are happy to find that a wide smile has appeared on Seolhyun’s face, and you are stunned for a moment at how lovely she looked when she smiled - her face was round and small, walking the thin line between attractively cute and dangerously hot. Her body was tall and slim, model-like in its proportions. As if that weren’t enough, she was extremely charismatic and was an excellent public speaker, handling the majority of the presentations you had listened to over the past couple of days. There was a reason she had risen to become the Director level, and it was obvious in the way she spoke.

Gorgeous, intelligent, and charismatic. This young woman won the genetic lottery, and she knew it.

“Great, follow me!” she says, turning to exit the room with a flourish. A smile on your lips, you get up from your chair and follow her out the door, the fatigue that was settling into your body suddenly held at bay by the prospect of spending time with a beautiful young woman.

---

“I lived overseas until I was ten, and when we moved back here my parents put me into an international school,” Seolhyun says, “my dad was away on business overseas a lot, so he knew how important it was that I know how to speak English.”

You nod in understanding as Seolhyun answers your question regarding her linguistic abilities, taking a sip from the cool glass of water she filled for you. You are both sitting in the spacious, modern, and quite well equipped cafeteria, empty at the moment aside from the two of you.

“Anyway,” she continues, “how do you like Seoul?”

“It’s gorgeous,” you answer, “I haven’t had a chance to see much of it, obviously, but now that we’ve come to a decision I hope we’ll have more free time to go explore it.”

Seolhyun nods apprehensively.

“So… you guys have made a decision about whether or not to acquire us?”

“...Yes,” you answer, realizing too late that you had spilled the beans. The need to engage in conversation with the beautiful young woman in front of you had caused you to forget that the deal still hadn’t been finalized.

“And…?” Seolhyun asks, her large eyes searching for the answer in yours. For another moment - and you noticed that these moments were happening quite often around her - you are stunned by her beauty. At the moment her face is inquisitive and ridiculously cute; she had the puppy dog eyes going on, and it was working.

“And… I think we��re going to put forward a proposal of acquisition.”

“Yes!” Seolhyun exclaims, her sudden outburst surprising you as she rises from her seat, pumping a fist in the air.

“Whoa, whoa,” you say, waving your hands in front of you in a “calm down” motion, “It’s not for sure yet. We still have to get our ducks in a row with regards to your data and tech, and then it has to go through our president before we can make a formal movement for acquisition.”

“But you’re intending to buy us, right?” Seolhyun says, her eyes wide and bright with enthusiasm, “that’s all that matters! All the details will work themselves out later.”

“Well, yes,” you say, realizing that a wide smile had appeared on your own lips - her enthusiasm was infectious.

“Oh, that’s awesome,” Seolhyun says as she plops herself back down in her chair, “that’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You have no idea what this means for our company. The founders are gonna be ecstatic! With more capital behind our tech I think we could really do some amazing things.”

“I agree; your stuff looks good. I think our companies can accomplish a lot together. You did a good job of selling what your company is all about in your presentations over the past couple of days.”

Seolhyun’s face is the very picture of happiness, her lips wide in a toothy smile. The girl had a magnetic, charismatic charm that was irresistable.

“I guess I’m pretty awesome,” she says smugly.

“You are,” you reply with a smile.

Seolhyun holds your gaze for a moment, a split second, before leaning forward slightly.

“This calls for a celebration, mister.”

“I’m tempted,” you say wearily, “but I’m honestly wiped out, and we have a couple more days of work ahead of us. Maybe towards the end of the week we can-”

“I have the perfect idea,” Seolhyun says, interrupting you mid sentence.

“What-”

“Shut up and come with me,” the young woman says, grabbing you by the wrist and leading you to elevator.

---

“You guys have a hot tub on your roof?”

“Yep!” Kim Seolhyun answers with an enthusiastic smile on her face, “We did really well last quarter so the management got it installed as reward. We work late a lot, so it’s nice to kick back and relax a bit after a long day’s work.”

It takes you a moment to realize what Seolhyun’s intentions were in bringing you up here.

“And you’re suggesting we use it?”

“Yes, Sherlock, yes I am,” the young woman answers sarcastically.

“Well I’d love to, but I don’t happen to have a pair of swimming trunks in my briefcase.”

Seolhyun considers the predicament for a moment. She gives you an appraising look up and down, exaggerating the head to toe scan she gives you.

“I guess you’ll have to go in naked,” she says with a wry smile on her lips, “the locker room is that way. See you in a bit.”

With that the young woman gives you one last suggestive look, her eyes suddenly seductive. She steps away, and in what was probably the most arousing thing she could have done at that moment, she bites her bottom lip. Sure that you noticed it, she turns and heads towards what you presumed were the women’s changing rooms.

You sigh to yourself, before smiling and making your way to the locker room.

---

Seolhyun was right - the hot tub was just the perfect respite after a long day of hard work, the warm waters soothing the aches of your body as you lift your arms to rest along the edge of the tub and let your head fall backward until you are facing the quickly darkening Seoul sky. The roof had LED lanterns hung up along a wooden fence that provided some privacy and a little light. To one corner stood an expensive looking outdoor barbeque and a couple of picnic tables atop a large rug of artificial grass. It was a gorgeous space, and had you worked in the building you could see yourself spending a lot of time here.

The opening door to your right captures your attention, and as Seolhyun steps out of the women’s changing room, your breath catches in your throat.

To say she was gorgeous fully clothed was a bit of an understatement, with her long, tall, slim body and her long dark hair that fell perfectly around her shoulders. In a white bikini, she was nothing short of breathtaking. It wasn’t even like it was a skimpy bikini - it was your run-of-the-mill swimsuit, but it did well to draw attention to her round, perfectly sized breasts, pushing them together slightly and creating a delicious looking cleavage. The lower half of the ensemble was tied loosely around her full hips, tied at each side of her waist with cute bows. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, accentuating her long neck and seductive shoulders. She had the body of a model with the face of the girl next door; a dangerous combination.

You are suddenly ridiculously aware of the fact that you were naked beneath the water, and as Seolhyun reaches the hot tub and climbs the steps (giving you an enticing view of her cleavage as she bends to drop into the water), you give thanks for the fact that she couldn’t see the evidence of your arousal beginning to take shape between your legs. She takes a seat opposite you in the small tub.

“Pretty sweet view from up here, huh?” the young woman says with a smile, and for a moment you are unable to understand that she is speaking, so enraptured are you by her beauty as she sinks into the hot water.

“It’s… pretty,” you answer, immediately cursing yourself for not being able to come up with a better descriptive word.

“Yeah, I’ve spent a lot of nights up here, after everyone else has gone home,” Seolhyun answers, “it’s a good way to burn off some steam.”

Unable to say anything clever or witty, you resign yourself to simply nod in agreement.

“So! Tell me about yourself. I don’t really know anything about you aside from your name and what you do with your company.”

“I’m nothing special,” you say, your humility coming from honesty and not from pride, “I’m just a guy doing a job he loves to do that happens to send him on business trips to awesome places.”

“Ahh,” the young woman replies, “interesting. Girlfriend? Wife?”

“No,” you answer, “not yet.”

Seolhyun takes a moment to consider your answer, her slim smile hiding the questions she was surely formulating in her head.

“So you work closely with Hirai Momo, I guess?”

“Yes.”

“And… is there anything going on between you two?”

“No,” you answer quicker than you would have thought, “We’re just friends. Why does everyone think that we’re more than that?”

Seolhyun shrugs. “Maybe because it’s the way she looks at you. I noticed it in the meetings we were in whenever you spoke. That’s not the way a girl looks while listening to her colleague. That’s the way a girl looks at a guy when she wants more than friendship.”

You consider Seolhyun’s answer for a moment. It wasn’t as if you didn’t harbor any feelings for Momo at all; but you weren’t madly in love with her, either. She was certainly a large part of your life and you had feelings for her on some level, but you didn’t quite know what they were… yet..

The silence lingers for a moment between you and Seolhyun, and for a minute the only sound you can both hear is the soft hum of the hot tub’s water jets.

“What about you? Attached?” you ask, eager to steer the conversation away from the topic of Momo.

“No, I’m single,” Seolhyun answers, “I’m not really looking for anyone, either. Too busy with work at the moment. You know how it is.”

“I do,” you reply, and you find an understanding in her eyes.

“So I guess if you guys acquire our company, we’ll be seeing a lot of each other,” Seolhyun says, that flirty smile once again on her lips.

“Maybe. Or maybe we’ll take your tech and run away,” you say with a smile, ensuring she knew it was a joke.

Seolhyun feigns surprise at the notion.

“You could run away,” she begins, “but I will find you. And I will kill you,” she finishes, doing her best Liam Neeson impression. It’s so terrible you laugh out loud.

“That might be the worst Liam Neeson I’ve ever heard.”

In response, Seolhyun splashes water at your face; clearly she overestimated the strength of her splash, she ends up getting most of your face and hair drenched. The shock is apparent on her face as she realizes what she’s done.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean-”

Seolhyun’s sentence is cut off as she receives a faceful of water.

“Don’t start a war you can’t win, Ms. Kim,” you say in your best cartoon supervillain voice.

Seolhyun’s smile turns into a naughty one, and she quickly crosses the hot tub, splashing more water at you as she does so - she gets one good splash in before you catch her wrists while she is going for a second one. She struggles playfully in your grasp, until she finally relents and comes to rest on your lap. You are both suddenly aware of your proximity, and the playfulness of the moment washes away and is suddenly replaced with a healthy amount of sexual tension.

“I guess you’ve got me,” she says, her eyes glancing at her wrists, still captive in your hands, “what will you do with me?”

Her eyes have taken a look freighted with lust, her eyelids half closed, and you take that as permission to proceed.

“I’ll find something to do to you,” you say, and with that you move your face forward to hers. She meets you halfway, and in a sudden moment of passion your lips crash into one another. You release her wrists from your grip and her arms immediately snake softly around your neck, your own arms wrapping around her torso as she shifts around on your lap and is now sitting with her knees on either side of your waist.

You’ve been in the situation enough times to know what this was. You knew what that first rush of passion meant, knew what would likely soon transpire. You knew that you were both young professionals looking to blow off some steam after a hard day’s work, and that this likely meant nothing more than that. Both of you were perhaps a little high off of the recent decision to acquire her company, and this was just a small way to celebrate.

Seolhyun breaks the kiss to look into your eyes, as if searching for permission, for some sort of indication that you wanted the same thing as her.

“Seolhyun,” you say, eager to ensure there were no misunderstandings, “you don’t have to do this to seal the deal or anything. I don’t want you to do something you might regret.”

“It’s sweet of you, but I want this,” Seolhyun says, her voice barely above a whisper, “I want you.”

With that your lips crash together again, and you are surprised to find Seolhyun’s tongue darting into your mouth, searching for and finding its counterpart, your mouths duelling as your hands roam each others’ bodies, exploring new flesh for the first time. You caress the firm, tight muscles of her back as you break the kiss and dive into her neck, unsatisfied with just her lips and eager to sample more of this young woman’s body, hands roaming freely over wet, soft skin.

Seolhyun lets out a soft moan as she raises her head to allow you access to her neck. You take your time, dipping your head to lick her collarbone before planting kisses upward, loving the feel of her wet, soft, unblemished skin on your lips, tracing your tongue lightly across her neck. You reach her ear and give it a soft nibble before moving back to her lips, which are ready and eager to receive you - this time it is your tongue that enters her mouth, eager to reciprocate her earlier advances.

Seolhyun breaks the kiss and draws away from you slightly, and for a moment you are afraid that you’ve gone too far and she wants to end things - but she puts your fears to rest as she raises her body slightly so that her upper torso is well above the water. With her eyes locked on yours, she reaches behind her back and undoes the simple knot that holds her bikini top to her body. Quickly, she grasps the garment and pulls it over her head before tossing it out of the hot tub, forgotten for the rest of the night.

Your eyes have been locked with hers the whole time, but you finally move your gaze downward to rest on her breasts. They are small, but like the rest of her body they are well shaped and with a delightful curve, her nipples enticing and already erect. The water dripping down her torso makes her even sexier than any woman has a right to be.

In that moment you wonder what you’ve done to deserve the run of luck you’ve been having with gorgeous women.

Satisfied that your eyes have taken their fill of her breasts, Seolhyun leans forward to allow your mouth to take their share of her body, and you oblige her, moving both your hands to her mounds and giving them a soft squeeze before taking her left breast in your mouth, your tongue playing random patterns around her hardened nipple. Meanwhile your left hand cups her free breast softly, squeezing and palming the soft flesh before taking her hard bud in your fingers and teasing it playfully with the pad of your thumb.

The young woman lets out a soft moan, the loudest yet, and her hips drive forward, making contact for the first time with your erect penis beneath the water. At the initial contact Seolhyun gasps, the only barrier between your intimate parts the thin layer of cotton of her bikini bottom. But she soon moves her hips forward again, and before you know it she is grinding against your shaft, the thin, wet cotton creating a delicious friction against the underside your cock.

Regretfully tearing her breasts from your mouth, she leans down until her mouth is next to your ear.

“Sit up on the edge of the tub,” she says softly, and you make eye contact with her to find her cute features flushed, her eyes heady with pleasure and lust.

Yet again you find yourself letting your head drop back in pleasure as the young woman between your legs works her magic with her mouth. Every entrance and exit of your shaft from her lips is a shock of pleasure that you feel in your entire body. You eventually gather the wherewithal to look down as Seolhyun’s head bobs up and down, her naked back glistening with sweat and water from the hot tub, the setting Seoul sun painting it with tones of orange, the toned muscles of her back working to pleasure you.

You do your best to fight it, to keep the pleasure at bay, and for a few minutes you succeed as you savor the pleasure, the simple pleasure of knowing you were in a rooftop hot tub getting a blowjob from one of the most gorgeous girls you’d ever met. But as it so often does, the feeling of impending orgasm began to come all at once.

“Seolhyun… fuck that’s amazing. Fuck. I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” you say, although even as the words leave your mouth you know you want to do exactly that - cum in this gorgeous young woman’s mouth.

In response, Seolhyun gives your cock a hard suck, starting from the base of your shaft, climbing up inch by inch, her lips wrapped tightly around you and her tongue pressed hard against its underside, until finally, your head pops out from between her lips. Wasting no time, she locks eyes with you and whispers.

“Cum in my mouth... But later I want your cum in my pussy.”

Normally, with other women, you’d have declined her offer - cumming in a woman’s mouth was wonderful, indeed, but it compared poorly to driving yourself inside a woman’s pussy and cumming inside her. But there is a heaviness, a strength in Seolhyun’s demands, in her tone of voice, that made her impossible to resist. With Momo, Sana, or Choa, you could have stopped her from proceeding, turned her around and started fucking her on the edge of the hot tub - with Seolhyun, you were powerless to do anything except follow her demands. This was a girl who demanded and got what she wanted, and you were unable to resist.

As she returns her mouth to your shaft, you realise that it was a pleasant problem to have.

Your eyes remain locked forward, because if you’d looked down to witness Kim Seolhyun taking your shaft in her mouth once more you think that it might be too much, and you’d cum almost immediately. And so in an effort so stave off that wonderful bliss for as long as possible, you gaze out at Seoul’s rapidly darkening sky.

Seolhyun, working between your legs, bears no such desire to prolong your pleasure, and you notice that one of her hands has joined your mouth, working the base of your shaft in a corkscrew motion - together with her hot tongue, gliding along the base of your cock and around the underside of the head, you quickly find yourself on the brink of orgasm.

“Fuck. Fuck, Seolhyun. I’m gonna cum.”

If she heard you say it, she must have ignored it. Seolhyun’s head continues to bob up and down on your shaft, and before you know it, your orgasm rocks your body from head to toe, your hands almost immediately gripping the back of the young woman’s head as your shaft erupts, sending hot, warm semen into the young woman’s willing mouth and throat.

You stay locked in that position for long moments, your body shivering in pleasure as the throes of orgasm rock your body, Seolhyun’s mouth wrapped tightly around your pulsating shaft as it empties hot, thick semen into her mouth. Finally, mercifully, your orgasm winds down, and Seolhyun takes your weakening grip on the back of her head as a sign that it has finally ended. She lifts her head from between your quivering legs, and, sure that your eyes are locked on her, she opens her mouth reveal a tongue and mouth painted in glistening white cum.

Then, without breaking eye contact, she closes her mouth and she swallows it all in two gulps, and she tilts her head back slightly to let you watch as her throat pushes the semen down and into her body. She opens her mouth again for you to see, and her pink tongue is all the evidence you need that she has swallowed it all.

She doesn’t speak a word - there is only that sultry, seductive smile playing once again on her lips, as she slowly, carefully rises from the hot tub, the warm water dripping down her sexy, topless frame, curving around her naked breasts and down her toned midsection. She rises and swings a long leg, then both, over the edge of the hot tub, before making her way to the women’s change room. When she is halfway there, she turns her upper body midway, her ass still facing you as she raises a hand in beckoning motion. Her lips still curved in that lusty smile, she continues into the women’s change room, closing the door behind her.

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It takes you a few minutes to gather your senses and recover from the ridiculously pleasurable blowjob - Momo and Sana gave amazing head, and Choa was no slouch, but Seolhyun was probably on par with Momo for the most skilled at the task. Eventually you make your way to the door of the women’s change room, hesitating for just a moment at the fact that you were entering a room normally forbidden to men.

But this wasn’t a normal moment in time, after all, and you soon found yourself turning the knob and entering the dimly lit changing room. Like the rest of the office, it sported a classy, modern design. Two long rows of lockers lined one side of the room, while to the right, immediately after the door, was an open space with two showers - one of which was running.

Turning the corner to look into the shower stall, you find Kim Seolhyun leaning with her back against the shower wall, the shower head spraying her body making her somehow even hotter than she already was. Hair hair has been undone from its ponytail to fall around her shoulders, strands of black glued to her face and neck by the water. You take a long moment to fully admire her near-naked body; earlier you had resigned yourself to stealing glances at her beneath a veneer of gentlemanly consideration. Now, with any pretense of propriety banished by lust, you had no such reservations about admiring her gentle curves, her soft, unblemished skin, and her gorgeous face, lust and want written all over her small, delicate features.

Most alluring of all, however, is the fact that her right hand is at her crotch, working between her legs underneath the drenched, thin cotton of her bikini bottoms. The fabric is so wet, so thin, that you can easily make out the outline of her knuckles as they move her fingers in swirling patterns around her intimate areas, her face contorting to a heady mix of pleasure emanating from between her legs.

“Took you… long enough,” Seolhyun says softly, her words soft, her tone wavering, no doubt thanks to the pleasure she was eliciting from her own body.

“I had to recover from what you did to me,” you answer, and you were fully recovered indeed - the sight of the almost naked, wet young woman in front of you, pleasuring herself, had brought your shaft back to full attention. You reach a hand out to lean yourself against the shower wall; it is an almost cocky gesture, given the wanton young woman in front of you, but you want to keep her waiting.

“Good. Then you can stop staring at me and start fucking me.”

You smile slyly at the young woman.

“You seem to be doing a good job of fucking yourself.”

Seolhyun smirks at you, before licking her lips, her pink tongue, covered only moments before in your cum, licking her lips. She bites her lower lip again, the action almost unbearably sexy given the circumstances.

Without a further word she withdraws her hand from her bikini bottom, and with swift fingers she undoes the knots keeping the slim garment attached to her body. She tosses the drenched article away from her to land between the both of you. She is shaved clean between her legs, and the water flowing down her body from the shower head only serves to draw your attention to that wonderful space between her legs as it flows downwards towards her crotch.

“I’m so fucking wet. I want it so bad. And I want it hard.”

Seolhyun turns around so she is facing the shower wall, her round, perfectly shaped ass facing you, the delightful curve of her slim thighs creating a delicious looking gap directly below the soft lips of her pussy.

You had grown used to soft, pleasureable sex over the past couple of months, with elaborate foreplay and delicate, soft touches, ensuring that the woman orgasmed before you did - but here was a woman who said, straight up, that she wanted hard, fast sex. Who were you to resist?

No force in the world could have kept you from stepping forward, your eyes glued to her backside as you reach out your hands, placing them on her hips. She moans softly as you press your torso against hers, your wet skin meshing against each other. You bring your tongue to her ear and lick it softly as you breathe in the soft, sweet aroma of her hair, plastered against her scalp. Your mouth opens involuntarily in pleasure as your shaft rubs against the small of her back, the soft, wet skin creating a delicious friction against the underside of your cock.

“Don’t waste my time. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Seolhyun says, her words tinged with desperation, “I want it hard. Now.”

With other girls, you were able to restrain yourself, able to postpone sex until they were practically begging for it. With any other girl you would have teased her more, played with her breasts and ass and pussy and made her beg for you to penetrate her. But with Seolhyun, you were almost powerless, as though every order and demand she made was something to be done immediately.

And so you found yourself taking half a step back as Seolhyun bends slightly at the waist, lining up your most intimate parts. Taking your shaft in your right hand, and admiring for a second the sight of the gorgeous young woman’s body bent over for you, you bring your cock to her pussy and penetrate her in one, smooth stroke.

Every woman was unique, and Seolhyun was no exception, her pussy wet and slick, incredibly tight at her entrance but more comfortably soft further inside. You had grown used to Momo or Choa’s wetness, and Sana’s almost unbearably tight pussy, but Seolhyun’s body was new, wonderful territory - and as you bury your cock to the hilt inside of it, you allow yourself a moment to savor the tightness of her entrance, as though she were squeezing a hard ring of flesh around the base of your cock and massaging the rest of it with soft, warm flesh.

Your initial thrust has forced Seolhyun into a more bent position, her body leaning at an almost 45 degree angle forward. From this angle the shower head is pointed at her toned back, and you watch as the water cascades down her shoulder blades, along her spine, and down the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass. A wordless, soft gasp of pleasure escapes her lips, her eyes shutting involuntarily as the feeling of first penetration, and the sudden fullness between her legs brings with it a hot rush of heat throughout her body.

“Fuck. Fuck that feels good!”

You respond by withdrawing your cock, relishing in the feel of her ridiculously tight pussy lips of her entrance wrapped tightly around your shaft as it leaves her body, only for it to welcome it back in as you drive yourself forward, quickly establishing a hard pace as you thrust in and out, in and out, in and out of Kim Seolhyun’s pussy.

For long, pleasurable minutes, you fuck the young woman in the shower stall with hard, swift strokes into her willing pussy; this is not some soft lovemaking session, or even the rough, wild nights you sometimes shared with Momo - this was hard fucking with a single intent: to cum as fast as possible.

You are happy with your pace, happy to relish the feel of her tight, wet body, the sight of the shower water hitting the toned muscles of her slim back, happy to watch her grip the shower head desperately with one hand, the other hand pressed against the tiles of the shower wall, searching, in vain, for something to hold on to. You are happy to listen to the young woman’s gasps and moans, each sound heavily laden with pleasure. You are happy with all of these things, but Seolhyun wanted more, and you were all too ready to oblige.

“Fuck… harder! Fuck me harder! Spank my ass!”

You are taken aback by her commands, taken aback by a woman who was so demanding during sex. You had had sessions with Momo that you could both consider rough, but she never demanded and ordered you around like Seolhyun did, and truth be told it was kind of hot.

And so you draw your right hand up and bring it down onto her right ass cheek with moderate force, careful not to hurt her, and satisfied at the slight reddish tone it has left on her unblemished skin.

“Fuck! Do it harder!”

You are unsure whether she is referring to the pounding you are giving her pussy, or the slap on her ass, and so you do both, using your left hand, gripping her hips, to drive her harder against your shaft while your right hand smacks her ass with more force, the loud smack of your hand hitting her wet flesh vying with the wet squelches of your cock and her pussy as you fuck her.

You know now that she is not only comfortable with rough, hard sex, but that she wants more of it - and to that end your right hand leaves her reddened ass cheek and moves forward to grip a handful of her wet hair, plastered against her neck and upper back, and you pull back with a force that you are initially worried is too forceful. But the loud moan that erupts from her throat is enough to convince you that the young woman enjoyed it.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!” Seolhyun says, the words spilling unbidden from her lips, a torrent of pleasure just barely formed into a coherent sentence, announcing her impending orgasm with words even as her body reinforces it with the slick wetness and tightening walls of her pussy.

“Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you want! Fuck my pussy with your hard cock! Oh god, I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”

Seolhyun’s world erupts in white as her orgasm overwhelms her senses, and it is all you can do to lean forward and keep her from collapsing as her body is wracked in pleasure radiating from her pussy. You wrap your arms around her shivering body, even as you bury your shaft into her pussy, your strokes slowing down in pace as her orgasm continues to hit her body with a force neither of you were expecting.

Thankfully, you are endowed enough to maintain significant penetration even when with the both of you pressed against the shower wall. Your pace has lessened to a near crawl, your shaft entering and exiting her body softly and slowly, and for the first time since you started fucking you are able to truly savor the feeling of her body as you are finally able to set the pace.

“Fucking cum in my pussy,” Seolhyun says with a gasp, the fatigue of the last few minutes finally hitting her all at once, “cum in my pussy like you came in my mouth. Fill me up with cum.”

It has been a quick session - only about fifteen minutes since you first entered her, but this was a quickie if there ever was one, and the sheer hotness of the woman you were currently buried in was enough for you to throw away any pretense of gentleness, any consideration for her pleasure or comfort - there was only your orgasm to reach, and that was all that mattered.

To that end you begin to pump in and out of her body, slow strokes at first but quickly building up to the fast, swift thrusts you were making when she came minutes ago. Your bodies are closer now, both almost upright, Seolhyun bent forward ever so slightly, her breasts and upper body pressed forward against the shower stall. You look down, and see only a slight glimpse of your shaft as it disappears between her ass cheeks with each thrust.

“Fucking give me your cum already,” Seolhyun says, her voice full of needy, lusty impatience, “cum for me.”

“You’re.. Fucking demanding… aren’t you?”

“I always... get what I want…” Seolhyun says, her sentence interrupted by the jolts your thrusting cock send throughout her body, “and right now… all I want.. is your cum in my pussy.”

You are so close now, too close to that point of no return when orgasm becomes inevitable, and her words are enough to drive you over that ledge. The feel of her wet, slick skin under your palms, her firm, tense ass cheeks as they crash into your lower abdomen, and most of all, that tight, vice-like grip of her pussy lips wrapped tightly around your cock - it is all too much to handle. In that moment you forgo any pretense of care for Kim Seolhyun - she is just a body, just a tight embrace of flesh for your cock, a hole to fire your cum into.

You wrap your right arm around her torso to grasp her left breast, squeezing the soft flesh there with a grip that you worry might be too hard, but the loud gasp that escapes Seolhyun’s mouth convinces you in an instant that she doesn’t mind it. Your other arm grips her left hip, driving it back against yours as you come to within seconds of orgasm.

“I’m gonna.. Fucking cum in you, Seolhyun.”

“Yes! Cum! Cum inside me! Fill my pussy with your cum!”

With two more strokes, you bury yourself as deep as you can inside her tight, warm pussy, before the throes of your orgasm wrack your body. Your shaft pulses strongly as it sends squirt after squirt of your warm semen into Seolhyun’s willing body, and you thrust forward slightly with each thrust, seeking every miniscule amount of pleasure from this moment.

You are pressing her body tightly against the shower wall and later you would wonder if you hurt her with your thrusts against the hard, wet wall, but at this moment, this wonderful moment, all you can feel is the soft, hot, wet flesh wrapped around your shaft as it finishes sending your hot semen into a young woman’s body.

After a long minute or two of silence as you wind down from your orgasm, Seolhyun turns her head slightly, her forehead still pressed against the shower wall.

“It’s going to be great working together,” she says softly.

“Definitely,” you agree, as you kiss the soft skin of her shoulder and the crook of her neck, relishing the taste of her wet skin on your lips.

“I guess you can buy our company, on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You fuck me whenever I want.”

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It is 7:54am the next morning, and you find yourself back in one of the downstairs offices, ready, if not entirely willing, to start the day’s meetings. After finishing up with Seolhyun in the shower, you headed back to the hotel where you were able to grab just a few hours of sleep before your alarm woke you, frustratingly early, to get ready for work.

You are engaged in small talk with Seolhyun, who is sitting on the edge of your office table. She is explaining the various positions on a company organization chart that she has printed out for you when the office door opens. Hirai Momo and Park Choa enter the room, but with a third figure following closely behind them - Minatozaki Sana.

Your heart leaps slightly at the sight of Sana, and the bright, cheery smile that appears on her face when you lock eyes captures every ounce of your attention, as though nothing else existed. It takes a moment for you to come back to reality as you notice that Seolhyun is still speaking to you.

“...and that’s me,” Seolhyun says, pointing to her position on the chart. She pauses the conversation as Momo, Sana, and Choa approach, offering the three of them smiles and small bows of her head.

“Good morning, loser,” Momo says.

“Good morning to you too,” you reply sarcastically.

“When did you get back to the hotel last night?”

“Late,” you say, with a glance at Seolhyun, and Momo, who is following your gaze, sees the blush appear on Seolhyun’s face along with a sultry smile. Momo suddenly looks sullen, and at that moment you are struck by the split second of hurt that flashes across her features. Next to her, Sana puts two and two together, and her eyes betray the disappointment and betrayal she felt inside.

“I see. Having fun with our new colleagues, I bet?” Momo asks, her tone suddenly heavy with sarcasm.

“You could say that,” Seolhyun begins, “I gave him a... tour of the office. Including the hot tub on the roof.”

Momo nods, but you’ve known her long enough to know that there is disapproval there, and hurt beneath her eyes. Sana, still standing next to her, has cast her eyes downward, a corner of her lip pursed together. It was the look of a girl who has just been struck.

“It was fun,” Seolhyun continues, “he was very… energetic.”

With that, Seolhyun hops off the office table and saunters over to her place in the boardroom, taking a seat opposite you along the long central table, every stride and movement full of confidence.

“Momo, Sana,” you begin, “it was just-”

“Save it,” Hirai Momo says, her tone sharp, “I don’t wanna hear it. I need some coffee. Let’s go, Sana.”

Momo drops her briefcase and tablet on the office table - two seats away from you. Sana catches your gaze, and you think, for a split second, that there is a glassiness in her eyes that is a precursor to tears - but Momo grasps the young woman by the upper arm and drags her out of the room. Momo’s stride is full of anger and betrayal, but Sana’s sad shuffle and small steps are the walk of a girl who has just been hurt.

Choa, who accompanied them into the office, sees the empty seat next to you, and sets down her belongings on the desk before taking the empty space.

“Do you want some advice?” she says, her tone serious.

“Sure, why not,” you say with a sigh, as you bury your head in your hands on the table.

“I’m sure this thing with this Seolhyun chick was just a one night stand, and that’s fine. And Lord knows there are no strings attached when we have our fun in the office too. But you’re an idiot if you think you can bang all these girls and still pursue a relationship with either one of those two.”

You give Choa a look and find earnestness in her eyes. She was, as always, a good friend before she was your executive assistant.

“And eventually, you’ll have to choose between them. If you chase two rabbits, both of them will get away.”

“Thanks, Choa. I appreciate it,” you say, meaning every word. You manage a soft smile, thankful to have someone like her in your life.

Choa nods and smiles softly, her small, cute face bringing a splash of joy into the otherwise dreary start to the morning.

“Great. Now let’s buy the shit out of this company.”

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Amos 4:1-6:14, Revelation 2:18-3:6, Psalms 130:1-8, Proverbs 29:21-22

Today is the 11th day of December welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I'm Brian it's great to be here with you today like it’s great to be here with you any day, any day at all - spring, summer, winter, fall - anytime at all. It's great to be here with you. Wait, that sounds, that sounds remarkably like lyrics I know - spring, summer, winter, fall, all you have to do is call and I'll be there. You've got of friend. So, friends, let's gather together here around the Global Campfire and take the next step forward in the Scriptures. And this is one day where we…we don't have to move into new territory. Most of the days we do have to move into new territory because of the territory that we’re in in the Scriptures, but today we don't have to enter into a new book. So, we’re reading from the English Standard Version this week. Amos chapters 4, 5, and 6.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word. We thank You for the next step forward that we get to take every day and that it reminds us of Your presence in our lives and of Your constant transformation in our soul. And, so, we take to heart what we just read, the last thing, the last thing blinking there before us as we concluded our reading today. “A man of wrath stirs up strife and one given to anger causes much transgression.” We know this is true. We can affirmatively shake our heads, but if we slow down enough, we know that this is giving us advance words for the season that we are in and all of the festivities that are around us. We need to remember this and not be a man or woman of wrath and not be one given to anger unless stirring up strife and causing transgression is the goal, which it’s not. The goal is to be Your hands and Your feet and to minister Your love into this world, especially in this season because we are known by our love. So, come Holy Spirit, plant the words of Proverbs into our hearts that we might carry it forward and that it might shape the way we behave. Come Holy Spirit we pray. In the mighty name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

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It's Christmas time. That is what's going on in the world so that's what's going on around here as well. And what a joy it is to just continue to move through the Advent season, just to sense that longing, that longing that we feel. This is the season to acknowledge that longing because it's kind always underneath it all isn't it? We are often…we turn that longing into what material possession or what type of scenario can I arrange for that will make that longing go away? Like, how can I fill that void? When it's way deeper than that. We’re just running at a pace that we never slow down enough to give any attention to it. That longing is the deepest cry of our soul, that all things would indeed be made new again. And we long for that. We long for the Advent of Jesus, right? The Arrival or this would be called, the second Advent, like a second arrival. But at the same time because it's Christmas season and this is the season to pay attention to that, we put ourselves in the position of the people who were waiting for the Advent of the Savior, who were waiting for Christmas even though they didn’t call it Christmas, who were waiting for Him to come because they had the longing in their soul too and there was a promise that He would come. And he did come. But we have that longing. Advent lets us tune into it as we wait and consider that in our souls as we move to Christmas where then with joy, we celebrate the arrival while still longing for the second arrival. So, it's a joy to spend that season together. And all things that are happening are Christmas related.

So, it's like we’re putting together our holiday Christmas party, our annual holiday gathering. It's virtual. It'll just show up as another program just like the community prayers do in a couple weeks, but we’re gathering all of the calls. So, you can use the Hotline button, or you can dial 877-942-4253. And those are, you know, those are the numbers that you…or that's how you would submit a prayer request or encouragement. Right now, also a holiday greeting. The one rule that I’ve been talking about is “don't combine”. Don't combine a prayer request or an encouragement with a holiday greeting. Just call in your holiday greeting and then if you have a prayer request or encouragement call that in separately. It’s one of the special times of year you can do that. And, so, yeah, don't be left out. Trust me. Every year lots and lots of people procrastinate and then it's too late. Don't be that person this year. Call in and share your holiday wishes with the community as…that we've been to each other all year as we’ve gone through the Bible.

The other thing is the Daily Audio Bible Shop is full of resources that make for unique gifts. And…like the God of Your Story, which is the written dated January 1st through December 31st devotional, essentially. I don’t really like that word because I think that what we’re doing here is way more than devotions, but in written form it is the gold that is the things that we talk about, the themes that we talk about as we go through the Bible each and every day. So, it is a perfect companion resource…in fact it was made to be “the” perfect companion resource to the Daily Audio Bible just to take the journey deeper. Maybe we listen to the DAB and then read that at night and it just kind of sows the themes in the stories that we are in deeper into our lives or if we’re out of…we’re like will gonna go off the grid on some type of holiday and we’re gonna be out of touch, this lets us stay right in step with the things that we are reading, but it's also a fantastic resource for anyone who wants to read through the Bible in a year and needs a friend to guide the way, to point out some of the beautiful things, the vistas that we get to see when we travel through the Bible together. So, the God of Your Story is available. The family Christmas record is available as well. You can get a physical copy in the Daily Audio Bible Shop, but you can stream it on Apple music or Spotify or Google play or wherever you can stream music. Just look for Family Christmas and maybe my name and you'll find it. That is the soundtrack for the community, that’s the soundtrack to the holiday season. It's…it’s something that I created over a couple of years and it's really meant to be that hot cocoa moment where you shut off everything in your house and you just got the Christmas lights on and just trying to find the Spirit of Christmas in the silence and just catch a breather in the festivities of it all, this is the soundtrack for that. So, check it out at. There are plenty of resources in the Daily Audio Bible Shop. If you spend $40 or more in the shop this season, we will include in your order the Daily Audio Bible Christmas ornament for 2020. We have one each year. We have for the last seven years. And, so, we have that this year as well. And you get it with your purchase of $40 or more in the Shop.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Good morning this message is for little Halo. This is Grandpa Bob from Michigan. Oh, sweetheart I heard your prayer and your cry out for help to deal with this person who’s being evil toward you and perhaps others. Honey just start off by praying for this person. They need God in their heart. They don’t have a mother who loves them perhaps or teaches them God’s way. But the sound of your voice, sweet innocent child, God loves you so much and He will give you the strength to deal with this person. I want you to know that you sound just like my grandbabies and that I love you. I want the best for you. And because you reached out God is going to help you deal with this person. He loves you. He loves you. You know what, and so do we. Call in again. Call in again. You are loved. Bye-bye.

Hello, I was just calling for prayer about… I feel so distracted with things that are going on in the world and so much of makes me sick and I try to keep listening to the Bible and I do but I have to keep reminding…like…keep staying focused on what I’m listening to and I try to read and it’s just everything is…it’s really hard to stay hopeful. And I just…no matter how hard I try to focus on God…it just…I don’t I don’t feel close. It’s just really hard. It just makes me feel sick, physically sick to my stomach. So, thank you for your prayers.

Dear Daily Audio Bible family it’s Faithful Hope in the UK and I’m calling this time to ask you to join me in prayer. I have mentioned previously that I’m in a nasty court case with regards to my children. And yeah. It’s nothing new. It’s been going on for several years. Anyway, you guys have been praying and I’ve felt that and thank you to everyone who’s joined me in prayer so far. But today I’ve just literally sent my ex-husband an email, asking him and his wife and his mother and even his church fellowship to consider having seven days of prayer and fasting…well…prayer and fasting for me and him and prayer from the others bringing this matter before the Lord because there’s no need for this acrimony. Obviously, it will only work if were humble and repentant and all of us who have been involved in this situation are humble and repentant of any harm we’ve inflicted on the other. So, I do ask you Daily Audio Bible family. I pray that…to pray that he’ll be able to respond to that positively, that he will join in this prayer and at the end of the seven days we will have a real praise report going forward. So, yeah. So, let’s just pray. Lord I do thank You Lord that You bring a peace that is beyond all measure that is hard to fathom Lord. And Lord I just pray that You would bring Your peace into the situation. Lord I pray that Steve and Jill would be willing to commit to this time in Jesus’ name. Amen.

[singing starts] He’s got the whole world in His hands. He’s got the whole world in His hands. He’s got the whole world in His hands. He’s got the whole world in His hands. He’s got my brothers and my sisters in His hands. He’s got my brothers and my sisters in His hands. He’s got my brothers and sisters in His hands. He’s got the whole world in His hands. He’s got the sun and the rain in His hands. He’s got the moon and the stars in His hands. He’s got the wind and the clouds in His hands. He’s got the whole world in His hands. He’s got the rivers and the mountains in His hands. He’s got the oceans and the seas in His hands. He’s got…He got…He’s got…He’s got me…and my…He’s got you and He’s got me in has hands. He’s got the whole world in His hands. He’s got everybody here in His hands. He’s got everybody there in His hands. He’s got everybody everywhere in His hands. He’s got the whole world in His hands. He’s got the whole world in His hands. He’s got the whole world in His hands. Dum pum. [singing stops] I’m His grace He shines. Loving you Daily Audio Bible family and praying…

Hello DABber family this is Walta the Burning Bush that will not be Devoured for the Glory of our God and our King. I just heard the sweetest call from Halo I think that’s your name and your mom inspired you to listen to the DAB and you called in praying for yourself. Hatred, you mentioned the word and you…you talked about someone in school that’s just being mean. And, so, I want you to know I prayed for you. And Father God I praise You for this girl and I thank You for Your love for You and her love for Your word and I pray that You will put a shield of protection around her as she goes to school. Help her to see these kids through Your eyes and Lord I pray that You will use her to bring them closer to You O God. And I pray O God that You stop them. Give her favor. Give them just the desire to get to know her and to be nice the next time they see her Father. I know that You’re able to work miracles. And Father God, thank You for all the kids listening God and all the parents O God in raising their kids Lord. Teach us O Lord to number our days. In Jesus’ name. Amen. And Candace from Oregon, I heard your praise report for Micah. I’m praising God for you. Have a wonderful, wonderful Christmas if I don’t see you guys or talk to you soon. Bye-bye.

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“Dean,” The whisper paired itself with a soft swat to the elder Winchester’s left shoulder. “C’mon, just go lay in your bed or you’ll be stiff all day tomorrow. We’ve got to be out the door in four hours if we’re gonna make it to Jody’s on time for the barbecue. You know how she gets if we’re late.”

With a non-committal grunt, Dean blindly reached out for the last swallow of beer and backwash occupying a bottle next to his armchair. Sam was right, of course, but there was no reason to be quick about trudging from one sleeping spot to the next. Over the last few weeks, the hunters had definitely earned a half decent rest.

One grimacing chug later, Dean finally managed to coerce his body into curling up into a proper sit. Off-brand beer was even more of a sin when it was warm. Pitiful stuff. He pressed his calloused palms to his eyes and rubbed vigorously with a loud inhale through the nose.

“Okay. I’m grabbin’ a nightcap, then I’ll go. Satisfied mom?” he groused.

“Just don’t overdo it.” Sam returned.

“Yeah, yeah…” Dean mumbled, lifting one of the bunker’s antique decanters to the lip of a possibly clean glass. “No, hold on. Wait. Sam, c’mere a second. You seein’ this?”

At first, it wasn’t obvious. A trick of the light, or sleep addled eyes could have easily allowed the Winchesters to dismiss the peculiar shadow, but living on high alert such as they did made them question everything. One by one, they removed items from the side table: the crystal whiskey container, the glass, the empty beer bottle, two dusty lore books… As far as they could tell, there was nothing left to block the yellowed light and cast a small, malformed shadow like that. Sam patted a hand flat on the table top, but felt nothing. The action seemed to stir the object, however. It puffed itself to one side, then drifted to lay mostly flat once more. To confirm his suspicions, he blew softly on the surface and watched as the shadow shivered in place until it fluttered up enough to show the easily identifiable shape of a feather.

“Whoa…” he breathed.

“What do you think? One of Cas’? It’s gotta be, right?” Dean squinted, slowly moving from light source to light source in hopes of seeing more. “Sam, they’re everywhere. Do angels shed?”

“I think it would be molting, but I dunno. Maybe? I’ve never seen it before. I mean, they’d be good for spells, so I don’t want to waste them, but we really ought to ask just in case there’s something wrong with them. Since he’s just gotten back to angel status, they might be… tainted?” Sam frowned.

Honestly, neither of them wanted to have that conversation. Both brothers were acutely aware of how difficult of a time Cas was having at the moment. For months, he’d been barely clinging to life on the stolen grace powering his body. Even now with his own essence back, he still seemed like he was dragging on empty in search of the next Gas N Sip. Truthfully, this could have been the effects of his self-loathing. There was really no way to tell. Shed feathers? This was stupid. It could wait.

“Burned,” Castiel announced quietly from behind Sam.

“Dammit, Cas!” Dean pressed a hand to his heart. “Little warning?!”

“We uh, didn’t know you were here. Sorry.” Sam winced.

“I gathered that.” Cas droned, staring steadfastly at the litter of his own making. “They won’t be of much use to you in this state. I apologize for the mess. I didn’t realize how many I was losing.”

Dean pulled an exaggerated shrug and swiped a dismissive hand as if to say that it wasn’t a big deal. They were bachelors. Manly men with disorganized… manly… manly… uh. Maybe playing it off was a poor decision. Castiel wasn’t looking up from the floor, so Dean chose to squat down squarely into his field of vision.

“Look… Cas… we know you haven’t exactly been running on all cylinders lately. I know you probably don’t wanna talk about it, but you’ve gotta level with us: how bad are you hurting right now?”

For a long moment, it seemed that Castiel was intent wholeheartedly on avoiding an answer. Melancholy blue eyes met earnest green.

“I can handle it.” Cas replied finally.

“That’s not what I asked.” Dean asserted. “We know you can handle it. Doesn’t make you a baby to admit something hurts. If there’s something we can do to help, let us try. We owe you that much.”

Hypocrisy ran as thickly as blood through the veins of Dean Winchester, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to push when it was needed for other people to reassess their self-care practices.

“We can’t see them. Anything you tell us, we’re going to have to believe, Cas.” Sam added, hoping that a gentle request of trust would be accepted rather than abused.

Per usual, the rolodex of Castiel’s mind began to flicker back and forth as he searched for the proper way to convey exactly what was going on in his head, leaving his face on the organic equivalent of a loading screen. On the one hand, these humans had suffered more worries than any person should have to endure. On the other, if it alleviated their consciences even a little, perhaps the battered soldier would be willing to meet them halfway. Just this once. He felt that he deserved this pain; this atonement. But for them, he would be willing to put on the guise of allowing relief, if only for a little while.

“I’ll… look for something in the library to lay out what they currently look like. For the time being, sleep. If you can promise to rest, I will promise to let you assist me.” Castiel relented, feeling his shoulders slacken in defeat.

“Deal!” Dean slapped a hand to his knee. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

Jody threw a barbecue every month. It wouldn’t kill them to miss one. She might threaten to kill them, sure, but Dean was certain that if they all worked their puppy dog eyes at once, at least one of them might be spared. Probably. He’d delegate coming up with an excuse off to Sam in the morning. Maybe she’d buy that he sprained his hair. Seemed feasible.

When the quiet snap of closed doors indicated the brothers retiring to their rooms, Castiel dolefully began to move through the musty bookcases of the bunker’s library. The Men of Letters kept extensive research on all manner of creatures, but the tomes held precious little on angelic lore. All Castiel was looking for was something close to being anatomically correct. While it pained him to look at the stack of avian biology books he’d collected by the end of the night, he had to admit that it was as close to reality as he was going to get with these particular resources.

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“MORNIN’, SUNSHINE!” Dean crowed when Cas finally trudged into the kitchen.

Sam gave a sleepy wave from the coffee machine by way of a more subdued greeting. As far as beginnings went, at least they didn’t seem to be pitying the trench-coated fellow, and that was enough to set his nerves at least fractionally at ease.

The next hour or so was spent flipping through books and explaining the makeup of angelic wings. They discussed feather growth issues, various skin traumas, and the limited maintenance Cas had been able to do without further injuring himself.

“The damage runs deep. All of my oil glands ware cauterized shut, so I’m not able to express natural lubricants to preen. This means that my skin has remained charred and chapped. New feathers have been budding in sparse patches, but I haven’t been able to expend the energy to help them along. The muscles are strained. It takes more effort than I would like to admit just to keep them from dragging on the ground.” Cas confessed. “In Heaven, if my battalion happened to be convalescing after demonic battles, there were thermae available to us with great basins of holy oil where we could soak off the injuries from hellfire or other various maladies.”

“Thermae? Like a bath house?” Sam paused in his note taking to see the angel’s affirmative nod.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that what Big Bird needs is a giant bird bath?” Dean grinned. “That’s hilarious.”

Cas glowered, hunching his shoulders defiantly.

“Ahem. Well. Cas. Holy oil is kinda tough to come by, but you know what? We’ll make it work.” Sam promised, doing his best to soothe his friend’s ego. “Might have to improvise a little, but we’ve got big tubs in the recovery room here in the bunker, and if you need a soak to help things along, we’ll handle it.”

At this, Castiel allowed the smallest of meek smiles to tug at one corner of his lips.

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Dean would argue to his dying breath that he’d helped with gathering ingredients, but every moment he’d spent in the holistic spa supply shop felt like a steady drain on his testosterone levels. Castiel held no issue in picking through the various bath additives, be they floral or woody in nature, while Sam was mostly consumed in reading ingredients. If Dean didn’t know better, he could have sworn that his little brother had asked the clerk how to make a bath bomb at home. All the same, he did his best not to vocalize his grumblings on the ride home. Even if Baby smelled like Bath & Body Works threw up in the backseat. Repeatedly.

No matter how apprehensive he’d been to begin with, Castiel was actually beginning to look forward to a good soak. In much the same way that stargazing allowed him the illusion of feeling closer to home, he was fully intent on basking in the almost-memory that the tub was bound to stir within him.

“Okay. I’m estimating that these-“ Sam gestured to one of the deep copper tubs in the recovery room. “Ought to hold about a hundred and ten gallons of fluid. So. Y-well, it’s a lot. Normally you don’t mix oil and water, but we’re going to have to. I’ll get it started if you want to, uh… get ready.”

Cas furrowed his brow, squinting his confusion through a trademarked tilt of his head.

“I was just going to get in like this.” he rumbled, wondering what needed to be gotten ready.

“It’ll be hell getting oil stains out of all that, and I’m not adding a run to JC Penny’s for a new suit onto our already girly day.” Dean argued. “You can borrow some trunks.”

“DEAN’S trunks.” Sam added, holding out a hand to shush Dean’s fussing. “I didn’t get mine at yard sale.”

Welp. Dean couldn’t argue with that. And apparently neither could Cas. Every protest he made seemed to irk his human charges more, and there was no sense in making this more uncomfortable than it already was. After changing into the offered set of shark print swimming trunks, Castiel stood awkwardly against the washroom wall. He tentatively took in the relaxing scent of eucalyptus bath salts, various essential oils (mixed with the small amount of pure holy oil that could be spared), and something with notes of cedar billowing on the furls of fresh steam. It was pleasant.

“Would it work a little better if they were out in the open?” Dean asked plainly.

The angel shrank his shoulders back, and a very soft rustling noise could be heard over the running water. It sounded like someone crushing handfuls of dead leaves. Clearly, Cas did not want anyone looking at the mangled ignominy attached to his body.

“Look, Cas… buddy… you’ve seen me at my absolute worst. Sam, too. I know I’ve been taking shots at you all day, but you know I don’t mean it. Just trying to lighten the mood. You’ve been, uh… well, you’ve been really damn sad, Cas. I know it’s a big deal, but it’s not a big deal.” He held up a finger. “Don’t correct me. We’re not gonna make fun, alright? Scout’s honor.”

“You’re not a scout, Dean.” Cas protested.

“I was! I was a cub scout for like two weeks, and it counts!”

That seemed plausible. Not comforting, but plausible. Cas ducked his head in shame. He didn’t want to be seen. Not like this. Not broken and so thoroughly pitiful. Slowly, though, the near skeletal structure of his wings began to bloom out in hesitant jerks rising from his shoulder blades. Ashy grey skin stretched painfully over the muscles. Blisters, cracks, and flakes of peeling flesh took up most of the expanse of space. Some charred feathers were still clinging hard to their designated areas, while others were snapped and dangling freely. It was anyone’s guess why he actually revealed himself this way. Call it a gesture of faith, or a test of their bond, perhaps.

“See? Wasn’t so hard.” Dean nodded, clapping Cas on the shoulder, giving a sympathy wince when the angel pulled back a fraction at the contact. “Sorry. Uh. Yeah, so hop in!”

Sam quickly looked down and pretended to re-read the bath salt label until the smaller fellow had tentatively slipped into the medicinal tub. It wasn’t until Cas was properly occupied with shifting the extra limbs around him that the brothers mouthed a collective WOW at each other. The span of these things was impressive to say the least. They could only imagine how massive the wings would be at full fluff.

Even folded close to his body, Cas had a difficult time squeezing the wings all the way into the large tub. With a little rearranging it was manageable, though. With a final hissing sigh, he closed his eyes and laid back enough to tilt his head in a soft recline on the tub lip.

“Temperature okay?” Sam asked, trying to break any tension left in the room.

“It’s good.” Cas confirmed.

“Good. Good. So, uh. Wings, right? That’s a thing. How do we, ah… how do we help? I mean, you can’t reach em, right? Like trying to wash your own back?” Dean offered awkwardly.

“Just soaking will be sufficient to aid in the healing process.” Cas rolled his head from side to side on the back of the tub to decline.

“Well, maybe, but exfoliating a little couldn’t hurt. The eucalyptus has antibacterial properties, so that’ll help the smaller cuts, but we have ointments and everything. Couldn’t hurt, since your grace is still getting resettled.” Sam pressed. “You’ve fixed us up enough times.”

Though there was a grumbling noise bubbling deep in his throat, the angel did not directly say no. That was good enough. In Dean’s experience, not-no means yes. For now, his friend’s skin needed ample time to absorb the moisture. It didn’t look very pliable in the current state it was in. Seemed like a good time to go fix some lunch and figure out exactly what the hell they were going to use to exfoliate wings with.

Once the brothers had departed, Castiel took the opportunity to sink down to his neck, knees making little slicked islands on the water’s surface. He rolled the quill of a loose inky feather between his fingers. It was a shame that he’d never allowed extra Sight abilities to the Winchesters while his wings were at their mightiest. It wasn’t so much that he’d slipped them out from between planes as the brothers might have believed, but more that Castiel had reached out to touch their eyes with his grace to sharpen their senses enough to perceive them. If a little uncomfortable on his behalf, neither Sam nor Dean reacted in a way that would indicate repulsion. This wasn’t terrible. Between the oils and truly having a moment to think about proper healing, the skin was fast losing the stinging edge of being burned and wind-chapped.

“Look what I found.” Dean called in, poorly juggling three loofah sponges. “No wonder Sammy’s skin stays baby smooth!”

“Wouldn’t kill you to have a skin care routine by now, Dean.” Sam replied airily. “You’re not twenty anymore.”

Reluctantly, Castiel locked the elbow joints of his wings onto either side of the tub and pushed himself up into a sitting position. The left wrist nub scratched idly at his knee while he watched the loofahs being tipped into the tub to soften up. He tried not to notice the surprise on Sam and Dean’s faces. Humans tended to think of wings as fixtures rather than actual limbs.

“So, I was thinking,” Sam broke in. “I’ll get the back of the right wing, Dean takes the back of the left, and you can handle the fore-arm areas. Sound good?”

“Yes. If you would, though, be careful of the blood feathers.” Cas advised, lifting the right wing up to indicate some of the little new budding stalks. “They’re painful to touch at this stage. I’m not going to break if you hit them, obviously, but it would be unpleasant.”

It wouldn’t be too hard to spot them. Rather than blood, the little barbs were actually filled with an amount of low glowing grace.

“We’ll watch out for em.” Dean promised as he shed his flannel overshirt to keep from soaking it.

Oh, this should have been done ages ago. Gentle glides with rough sponges over Castiel’s skin sloughed away layers of irritating barb membranes and dead flesh. It was glorious, like having an itch scratched that you’ve been ignoring for far too long. He didn’t want it to stop. The angel didn’t even realize that he’d essentially been purring until he managed to catch a glimpse of Dean’s face in his peripherals. Apparently it was highly amusing. Fantastic. He cleared his throat and fought to reign in the temperature change of his face.

“That didn’t take too long. Just about got everything, I think. There’s a little in the joint here, but-“ Dean lightly scratched with a blunt forefinger nail at the shoulder crook of the wing he’d been working on, only to have it forcefully yanked away. “The hell, Cas? That hurt?”

Castiel swiveled to look over his shoulder in confusion, as if the wing had betrayed him in some way by moving against his will.

“No. That was strangely involuntary.” he shook his head, slowly arching the wing back into Dean’s hands.

Dean cocked an eyebrow and gave a dismissive head tilt. He’d have to be careful. If the limb had twitched a bit harder in a different direction he might have ended up feeling like a mule had clocked him in the face. That definitely would have soured his mood. But the offending patch of dead skin was still there, and the professional buff-and-shine detailer in him just couldn’t just let it go. That’d be like leaving scuff marks on a bumper. He figured that he simply needed to approach differently. Slowly now, he dragged two fingers past the spot again. This time the entire tub sloshed as Castiel jolted his body to the opposite side.

“DEAN.” he stated firmly. “That’s alarming. Please don’t do it.”

Eyes were alight with confusion, but Castiel’s scrunching nose and trailing smile suggested that at least the vessel itself knew what was going on. Along with everyone else in the room, it would seem. He looked from one Winchester to the other in want of an explanation.

“What?” he finally asked.

“Ticklish wing-pits, that’s what.” Dean beamed.

“Oh,” Cas frowned, connecting dots.

He knew what it was, though there had never been a sensation connected with the term it in his mind. It was certainly peculiar.

“It’s not a big deal. Most people are at least a little ticklish.” Sam assured him.

“Yeah, it’s nothing to get all jumpy about. Come on. Bring it back in so we can finish up.” Dean gestured insistently. “We’re almost done. You can take it. You’re a soldier, right?”

Cas tilted his face forward as if looking over the rims of invisible spectacles. Over the years he’d gotten at least minutely better at reading a room, so he could tell that plenty of subtext was writhing underneath the façade of aid, no matter how good of a poker face Dean was pulling. Subtle baiting with the soldier comment hadn’t gone unnoticed. Perhaps he could count on Sam to keep Dean’s big-brother instinct in check.

“Why do I get the feeling that you are advocating for something unpleasant?” he sighed, once more extending out his wings and facing away.

“Oh, don’t complain.” Dean scoffed theatrically.

The hunched shoulders and brooding huff he got in response was particularly funny.

Once again, fingers slipped under the wings. There was an immediate shudder. The muscles were clearly straining to cooperate and keep from snapping down against Castiel’s back. Only a few seconds went by before the angel’s whole torso was trembling in bottled laughter.

“Hey, Sammy, tighten up your side. There’s a ton of that shed membrane under there, too.” Dean chided, failing to keep the amusement out of his voice.

“Right, sorry.” Sam half-smiled, deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to play along for a minute or two. “I’ll get on that.”

Both sides being assaulted at once broke the dam of Castiel’s resolve. The muscles of his back twitched hard as either wing moved up and down, left and right in near desperate squirms to escape the torment without hurting anyone.

“You’re making this a little tough to do. Can you try holding still?” Sam asked innocently.

“I-I am incaPABLE!” Cas laughed, low melodic sounds rising in pitch when strong arms, one from each brother, looped out to better keep him in place.

“He’s a slippery son of a bitch,” Dean snorted.

It probably didn’t help that the grasping hands were definitely-not-on-purpose plucking at his ribs like harp strings, all under the guise that he was just too oil slicked to properly lock into a spot. All of the grace-filled feather buds were flickering wildly to the cadence of the angel’s laughter, much like Christmas tree lights.

“Wait, wa-hait, wait! Mer-“ Cas shook his head though persistent man giggles. “Mer-cy?!”

“Allllllmost done, tough guy.” Dean grinned, wishing that he spoke Enochian fluently enough to understand the pleas tumbling out. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I can’t!” Cas cackled, frothing the water with his struggles.

“You can’t translate?” Sam prompted.

Quite suddenly, the room went dark as an almighty angelic tone seared through the lightbulbs. Sam and Dean clamped down their hands over their ears and ducked for cover. Meanwhile Castiel sank back down weightlessly into the tub with his wings hanging limp over the sides.

“Am I sufficiently clean yet?” he croaked out.

Dean was the first to shake out a nervous chuckle and offer a hand out of the tub. Sam draped a beach length towel over the exhausted fellow’s shoulders when he’d managed to take a few unsteady steps out onto the floor.

“Yeah. Yeah, Cas. Looks way better now.” Dean assured him. “I mean, skin care at your age is a daily battle, though, so-“

“I’ll throw you right back into the pit, Dean.” Cas interrupted.

Honestly, he hadn’t hated it. That didn’t mean that these transgressions would soon be forgotten. Not remotely.

———

Publisher’s Notes: I am REALLY impressed with this and I ADORE it! I’m a sucker for wingfics that treat wings “as limbs rather than fixtures,” and ticklish wing-pits are THE BEST. Some of the turns of phrase here are absolutely delightful. The bits about grace-filled blood feathers (genius), Cas reading the subtext (hearteyes), banter and verbal jabs (on point) – I love it all. Kudos!

(Part 2: Physical Therapy)

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paissahut · 6 years

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The process of moving Atlas’ belongings was a simple one. Everything he owns fit snugly into a duffel, and before he knew it his little room was just as bare as the day he moved in. Goodbye creaky chair, lumpy bed, wobbly desk…

He turns to leave the bedroom one last time, but finds himself immediately halted by a tiny figure below him. A little Lalafellan girl that could sit within the palm of Atlas’ hand. “So it’s true huh? Ya got in your fancy arcanist school?”

Atlas’ eyes widen in surprise of her knowledge, and he nods rapidly with his usual enthusiasm. “Word travels fast in the boarding house, as always. Indeed I got in. The application process was not as difficult as I anticipated.”

The little bean sprout applauds Atlas. “Yay! Good work, Atlie. I hope you didn't think of leaving without saying goodbye to me though, right?”

Atlas is aghast at such a suggestion. He reels back animatedly and retorts. “I would do no such thing!! In fact I was on my way to doing so, but you beat me to the punch.”

“You got all that schooling and magic and stuff and you still can't take one step ahead of me.” She sticks out her tongue in a teasing manner.

“Yeyelu! The NERVE! But you are not wrong, you've always been much keener than I. Perhaps you have a future in studying magics too, I would proudly watch as you grew and even surpassed me.” Atlas smiles fondly at his little friend. She is struck with the look and immediately tears well in her itty bitty eyes.

“Gonna miss having you around here, Atlie.”

Atlas panics and drops his bag, then follows on his knees. He huddles over her, frantic to calm the unrest he caused his little friend. “Yeye, please don't cry! Ahhh-- you know I can't stand to see you sad. Please remember I'm not leaving you for good! I'm still here on La Noscea, and if you need me I'm only a linkpearl away.”

He’s busily patting Yeyelu over the head with the tips of his fingers with rapidity, as if speeding up his petting would also speed up her emotional recovery. She's used to Atlas’ odd behaviors by now, and they even seem to succeed in soothing her. She pins his hand atop her head with her own little ones, relieving Atlas of his overeager effort to calm her.

“It's okay. I know.”

Yeyelu pulls the roe’s hand from atop her crown and looks at it… then swipes one of the big, fat, plain rings that adorn his fingers. She slips it over her wrist like a bangle. Twelve above, she can wear it on her wrist shecanwearitonherwrist. Atlas feels his heart squeeze as he's reminded just how small his friend is.

“This is mine now though.”

Atlas is nearly driven to tears just thinking about how cute Yeye is, but he bites back his overwhelming emotion. “It's yours,” He affirms. “I must be off though. There is a curfew and I don't intend to break it on my first night. Will you t--"

He clears his throat loudly and swallows down embarrassment.

“Will you tell your mother I said goodbye?”

Yeye notices Atlas stutter, and she grins impishly. “Yeah. I will. Bye Atlie, smell you later.” She jumps and high-fives his forehead before scampering off down the hallway.

Atlas is left helplessly dumbfounded. Several blinks later he’s launched to his full height and retorts defensively. “I… I do NOT smell!”

Atlas hurriedly collects his bag and proceeds down the hallway in a huff.

He does not smell.

Atlas returns his room key to the boarding house’s owners, a couple who use their inherited farmland and orchard to house and feed refugees. The boarding house used to be a huge home that the couple stayed in, but they humbly repurposed it for those in need of a roof over their head, and they now live in a furnished barn. They're easygoing and kind, and often lament that they haven't the space to take in more people. Atlas is endlessly grateful for their hospitality towards him.

With the key taken care of, there's only the trip back to the Mists remaining. It's a very short one, and before Atlas knows it he's beneath the door frame of his cozy little dormitory. He sets down his duffel and opens it up to hang up his garments in the wardrobe.

Done. Now for his books and stationery. Atlas is an avid letter writer, to the point where most of his income goes towards postage. He discusses and trades books, writes to two penpals in both the Shroud and Thanalan, and soon will be writing to Yeyelu who is in the process of learning to read. He quietly longed to be the one to teach her, but it's not his place to butt in the way of her mother’s curriculum for her.

As he's unpacking his stationery into the drawers of his fancy new desk, he notices an unopened letter jammed between two boxes of fancy paper. He pulls it out with some effort; the wax seal on the back melted a tad and became stuck.

...Ah. He immediately knows what this is. He receives these on a monthly basis now. Despite his displeasure at seeing the letter, it's his due diligence to open and read through every letter he receives. As expected, it reads the exactly the same as every single previous one.

“Usynhanth Awyrahtynsyn,

We have received a letter of recommendation on your behalf, and after review and much consideration, it would be our pleasure to have you at the Academy of Aetherial Manipulation.”

The letter goes on to list the benefits of the college, such as it's staff, housing, scholarships, etcetera....

This “letter of recommendation” that was supposedly submitted on his behalf is actually his father, the founder of the academy, trying to pluck him up for himself. His father is well aware of how Atlas feels about him, and yet he persists.

Sometimes he can’t help but wonder if he founded that academy just to bring Atlas back to him, but he knows better. It was founded so that he could bring all the resources he needed for his dark ambitions together into one place. Whatever bribery he might throw next, it won’t work. The only way that could ever happen is if he were to give up his secretive studies on Black Magics, and Atlas does not see that ever happening.

Unfortunately his father isn’t the only one at fault. Atlas’ silence on the matter has been gnawing at his conscience since the day he invited Atlas to study with him. He should report it to somebody-- no-- NEEDS to report it to somebody. The fact he is hesitating to makes him just as culpable as his father.

Atlas furrows his brow and quickly tears up the letter. He lets the shreds fall to his desk and turns away.

Now is not the time, Atlas. You have a room to tidy.

The student quickly busies himself, soon forgetting his worries once more. It’s not long until everything of Atlas’ is stowed away and the room looks almost as perfect as it did when he first came in, save for a little photo frame by his bed.

The clock on the wall reads ‘way past time-to-sleep-o’-clock,’ and Atlas practically leaps out of his clothes at this realization. Before it could get any later, the diligent roe has already wedged himself into bed and folded his glasses by the portrait. He aggressively turns over, as if to tell his brain, ‘Okay, now SLEEP!’

...It’s not happening. Oh Thaliak. This is not good. He’s going to wake up tomorrow TIRED and he CAN’T AFFORD THIS on the first day. What is Professor Ward going to think if he yawns in class? What if he misunderstands a small detail of a lecture or misses a note or...

Atlas has an idea, but he hesitates. He queues his linkpearl and speaks quietly. “Yeyelu? Are you awake?”

It takes almost no time at all for a little voice to peep back at him. “Yeah. Mum said it’s bedtime but I’m coloring instead.”

“Yeye! That’s not good behavior!” His hardened expression eases. “...But I’m glad you’re here anyhow. Do you remember when I said that if you needed me, I’m only a linkpearl away? Well, what if I need your help?”

“I know how to use the aetheryte if I gotta sneak out!” “Yeye, NO!” Atlas makes a sound so wholly horrified that the people in the other dorms now must think he has a haunted house set up in here. He claps a hand over his mouth, now horrified over the fact that he bleated loudly like a sheep. He practically begs her, “Please don’t sneak out! I just want you to read me your book!”

“Oh. I can do that.” There’s a shuffling where she takes her hand off her linkpearl, and she disappears for a minute or so. When she returns she’s flipping through the thick pages of a children’s book. Yeyelu’s gone through it a thousand times and probably has it memorized like a poem by now, but she likes the pictures and so she always finds the book anyhow. “The Very Hungry Spriggan.”

By the time the spriggan eats through five oranges on Lightsday, Atlas is fast asleep. Yeyelu can tell because he stopped chiming in after every single page to tell her good job. Her work here is done.

“G’night, Atlie. Love you.”

-For Awyrahtyn Doereidinsyn’s eyes only-

Father,

I contact you to inform you I will not be seeking schooling at the Academy. I have found my place elsewhere.

My opinions of you have not changed, even after all this time. So long as you carry on with your work you can expect me not to find my way back to you. Do not contact me again-- I want nothing to do with the life you lead. Failure to do so will tempt my impulsivity.

Usynhanth

Atlas calmly folds the strongly worded letter into thirds and slips it into an envelope. He posts it with a plain blue stamp and addresses it-- no return address. Next he’d pass it by, he would slip the envelope into the College’s postbox.

He stops and spends a long moment staring at the box containing his warning letter. Would the latter sentence come across as he intends? It wasn’t meant to be a threat, but no matter how he tried to word it in his head it still came across as such. He wanted to convey his severity; that’s it. The situation he is in is rather precarious, and whichever way the scales tip he needs to be ready to react.

He just… sincerely hopes he doesn’t have to turn his father in. Doing so would begin a domino effect of events that would result in his father dragging Atlas down through the Seven Hells with him. The fact that Atlas studies magic at all is evidence enough for any higher power to put him to death alongside his father. And if it’s not that, then he’d surely be locked up for “co-conspiring” with him, as his father would likely claim. None of this is below the petty man.

Atlas sighs heavily, then draws in a deep breath that has his chest puffed bigger than a lion’s. Everything will be okay. ...It’s gotta be okay. No matter how scared he is, it’s going to be okay.

The roegadyn turns his back on the postbox and returns to his dormitory. There’s still so much to be done before his first lesson! He should definitely brush up on algorithms. Or refresh his knowledge on the history of magic. Or both. Yes, a sound plan. He will evenly divide his remaining time between each genre of studies and get a fine tune in both.

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promise-and-prose · 7 years

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His Demons, Her Sacrifice Ch. 2

“His Demons, Her Sacrifice” For Previous Chapters!

His Descision (Chapter 2)

“Stop resisting Raven; you’ll only make things worse.” The man’s voice purred with satisfaction as he twisted the empath’s wrists even more. Panic coursed through her veins as Raven tried to squirm free from the masked man’s grip. A small moan escaped from her clenched teeth.

Gravel and concrete pierced her skin as the man crushed her from above. Her heaving breaths were being accompanied by stars that danced across her vision.

“Get . . . off . . .” Each breath she took sent a shockwave of pain through her ribs as Slade’s kneecap pressed harder against her spine. Panic coursed through her veins as the man trapped her from above.

The man leaned in closer, his mask inches from her pale ear.

“Now listen, little girl. I’m usually a quite patient man; but this little act of yours is going to stop.”

The man slowly lifted his knee slightly, and the sorceress felt a shudder trail down her spine.

“If you won’t submit voluntarily, I’ll make this very, very painful child.” Her body ached and her head pounded loudly.

“Tick tock princess…” his voice trailed.

As she tried to lift her head, a hard, leather glove connected with the back of her head and forced her face onto the sidewalk.

~~~~

“Hey, Rae?” Beast Boy’s voice croaked from behind her locked bedroom door. The sorceress sat upright in her bed- sweat created diamonds on her forehead and her breaths came in ragged gasps.

The pain behind her chakra stone thumped harder as she tried to open her swollen eyes.

“N-Not now…” she growled. A candle that she had lit just hours before flickered with light, and it casted deep shadows on her sunken facial features. The panic in her stomach swirled with each flicker of the dying candle.

It was still nighttime, the moon’s white glow illuminated her room ever-so-slightly and she was able to see the glowing outlines of the books that scattered her floor.

Three gentle knocks on her door made the empath’s brow furrow.

“Raven, are you awake?”

Whatever contents that were in the empath’s stomach began to turn and panic gnawed at her sides.

Calm yourself dammit. Raven thought to herself.

Slowly, and painfully the empath raised a hand and wiped the sweat that had formed on her face. Her body ached, even from a dream she felt defeated. She brought both hands to her head and tousled her hair, slowly running her fingers through her damp locks.

Careful as not to lose control over her gag reflex, Raven inhaled a deep breath and felt herself exhale some of the chaotic energy she had just woke with.

Padding softly to her door, she raised a slightly - trembling hand to the door’s release button.

The sudden swoosh of the door opening caused Beast Boy to jump visibly, and his ears then drooped in time with his frown.

“I am now Beast Boy. What do you want?” Raven’s voice was smooth; it didn’t even begin to reflect the panic and confusion coursing through her veins and her pounding heart.

Beast Boy’s emerald eyes widened. The fluorescent bulbs in Titan’s Tower didn’t help much, but Beast’s eyes trained on Raven’s ghostly features. Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot. Fading sweat spots stained her leotard she wore, her cape barely covered her midsection.

Beast Boy’s breath caught in his throat as he ran a hand through his forest hair. “What’s going on Raven?”

The panic that was gnawing inside of Raven was slowly burning into a deep rooted sense of irritation and anger. Her amethyst eyes narrowed on the changeling. “You mean other than the fact that you decided to stand outside my bedroom door at one in the morning? Absolutely nothing.” The empath felt the pain and sadness radiate from Beast Boy. She didn’t mean to be so curt, but hell, couldn’t she just be left alone?

“Bull, Raven.” It was his turn to feel irritated. Beast Boy took a step forward and his face gradually moved closer to Raven’s. His hands became small fists at his sides and his ears perked up. “You’re lucky your room isn’t closer to Robin’s. He would have burst in through your door without warning.” His voice became very quiet and grave. “You were screaming again.”

The sorceress’ eyes burned into Beast Boy’s. She began to shake again as both her and the changeling’s emotions swirled through her conscious. The pain in her head became unbearable, and her stomach threatened to turn itself inside out.

“G-Go back to your room Beast Boy.” She stuttered through clenched teeth.

Beast Boy crossed his arms over his uniformed chest. “Not until you tell me what the hell is going on with you Raven.”

“I’m f - ” Before she was able to form a coherent response, her body made the next decision for her.

Without looking back, the empath bolted down the corridor towards the girl’s lavatory. With sweaty palms and a pounding migraine, she forced open the bathroom door and barely made it to the toilet bowl before her stomach erupted.

Her burning hands gripped the sides of the bowl tight enough to make her already ashen knuckles whiter.

An inhuman noise escaped from her lips in between dry heaves. Tears prickled her eyes as she cried in frustration. This wasn’t the first, or second, or even third time this has happened; to her, it seemed these dreams were getting worse and worse as the week progressed.

A pair of cool, green hands appeared from behind her and brushed her hair out of her face, and around her shoulders.

“You’re okay Rae.” His voice was smooth as a sigh escaped his lips. She heaved again.

Raven’s heartbeat pounded loud in her ears- each heartbeat was like the strike of a bass drum which only caused her to feel even more nauseous.

It had been already been six days since she had woken up in the infirmary. Every night had been a new, tortuous experience; always stemming from an uninviting nightmare.

The cool hands disappeared slightly from Raven’s shoulders only to return with a damp washcloth- courtesy of the changeling. Raven closed her eyes and rested her chin atop the side of the toilet seat as the rag was draped around the back of her neck.

Robin had given direct orders to her - she would not fight with the Titans until at least a week had passed since she’d woken up. An order she, of course, did not want to accept. After numerous fights and few choice words with the leader, Raven gave up and agreed to the seven day ban. Tomorrow, today, marked the seventh day.

The empath’s stomach finally felt empty after a few more failed attempts, and she let out a long, shaky sigh.

During the day, she hadn’t had many problems functioning as a normal person. She meditated like usual, ate meals with the Titans, and even was able to deal with Starfire’s incessant need for “in-home spa-treatments.”

It was when the sun set that the sorceress truly felt inhuman. Alone. Scared even.

A slow shiver trickled down her spine. No one had been able to tell her what happened with Slade, and this only made things worse. The physical pain and struggle that the empath had been enduring every night was taking it’s toll on her health.

The headaches, the dreams, these feelings … why?

A small whimper almost escaped her lips, but was halted by Beast Boy clearing his throat.

“Look Raven, I think you should sit tomorrow-er- today out.” Beast Boy kneeled down on one knee next to the empath, and he placed a gloved hand on her shoulder after tossing the rag in the sink. “I know it’s been a week, but like, you’re not looking too hot. You’re gonna get hurt. Worse.”

Raven turned her head toward the green changeling and pierced his soul with her stare.

“I’m fine Beast Boy.” She brushed her pale hand against his green one and knocked his hand off of her shoulder. She sighed. “Let me get some sleep, and I’ll be as good as new in the morning.”

Beast Boy scoffed when she said “fine.”

“You think waking up every night screaming and puking your brains out is ‘fine?’ You need some new priorities momma.” He smirked and shook his head at the craziness he was hearing.

Raven did not like being told what to do, or how to think.

“I’m going Garfield. I need to get out of here.” Her voice was solid and caused Beast to reevaluate the situation.

Escape. Normalcy. Raven had a painful yearning in her stomach for things to become normal again.

With an exasperated groan, Beast Boy sat down on the tile floor and wrapped his arms around his knees. Raven followed suit and sat across from him. His head was shaking back and forth and his lips were set in a straight line - a small white tooth poked through.

“Listen, if I start to feel worse, or if I truly believe I need to, I’ll quit the mission. I’ll come back to the Tower if needed. Please Garfield; I need to get out.”

“Raven, I can’t have you get hurt again. I can’t let you do that to yourself. I don’t know wh-”

A flashing red light and high-pitched screaming alarm caused both heroes’ heads to spin towards the door.

“Shit-”

Beast Boy’s communicator began buzzing. Both sets of eyes trailed down to the face which appeared on the screen.

“Titans: there was a kidnapping in Jump City’s Pediatric Hospital.” Raven bit her tongue as Beast Boy stared in shock. “The girl’s mother reported a man in a mask with glowing tattoos stole her daughter from their hospital room. This is the closest we’ve come to an affirmation of Slade’s whereabouts!” Robin’s voice became louder until it was almost a yell. “The pre-determined mission will be postponed until this is settled. We’re leaving now. Cy and Star search the building, Beast Boy and Raven, you take to the streets. We can’t lose ‘em. I’ll talk with the witnesses there. Keep your communicators close.

Titans, GO!”

“Fucking hell-” The changeling’s temper flared as he slammed his communicator on the tiled floor. A crack appeared across Robin’s hologrammed face before it faded to black. Beast Boy ran his hands through his hair and his face contorted in pain. “This can’t be happening…” He just sat on the floor and slowly rubbed his eyes with the palms of his worn gloves.

“Garfield…” Raven’s voice purred; a hint of true worry seeped into her tone. The changeling’s emotions, fear and anger permeated into Raven’s mind.

“Listen. Stay close to me when we get there. Do not over-do it Raven. If anything happens, or if things get squirly, teleport back here. You got it?”

Raven’s mouth parted slightly and the anticipation and adrenaline coursed through her veins once more. Her head nodded slowly.

“I’m serious Raven. I will not have anything happen to you again. Got it?”

His seriousness scared her a little.

“I’ll be fine Gar.”

“Yeah, Rae. You keep saying that…”

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Allegiance (7)

Description: “Did you have sex with your secretary?”

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Warning: Smut

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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He did well with separating his business life with when he came home and stayed with me - he was just Baekhyun at home. That had never happened in the past months I was with him. In fact, before this, he seemed as if he was always ready to strike a deal.

He would be home from work any time now. I was waiting for him on the couch, I was actually more than bored when he wasn’t there. The place was too big for one person to be in and I wondered all the time how he handled living alone in it for so long. I wouldn’t ask him that though, in case he didn’t want to talk about it. We were both careful to know each other’s limits.

I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but I was woken up by Baekhyun lifting me up off the couch. He saw my eyes opening and he smiled at me. It was clear to see how tired he was.

“You couldn’t wait for me?” He teased.

“I didn’t know I was tired.” I whined. Soon enough, my back was gently placed against his soft bed before he went to his dresser. He took his jacket off and worked on his tie, facing me again.

“Let’s go somewhere. Just the two of us.” He suggested. “Somewhere we’ve never been before.”

“Right now? I’m tired.” My words made him laugh and when he finished changing, he slid into bed next to me.

“I meant next week or something.” The humor was still laced in his voice, but he was quiet. “I think that it’s time for us to get away for a while.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him.

“I will gladly go anywhere you lead me.” I told him affirmatively. He smiled at me before kissing me softly. Lately, everything had been laid back. Even the times when he came home frustrated from work, he wouldn’t take it out on me like he used to. It would be wrong to say I missed it, but I missed it.

His lips worked against mine and tongue swept across my bottom lip. I immediately submitted to him, hearing him hum in approval. His body shifted so his was on top of mine. I was more excited by his simple actions than I should’ve been.

“I want you.” He mumbled before leaning down again, but this time his lips connected with my neck. His lips were soft, they matched how his fingers felt against my hip. I didn’t even have the words to express how much I wanted him too.

“Then have me.” I whispered to him. The darkness surrounding us was peaceful and quiet, the only sound was the sheets moving as he adjusted himself. He lifted my shirt over my head, trailing his hands up my body before he grabbed my bare breasts, squeezing them gently, his fingers softly tracing over my nipples.

“I don’t have much patience tonight.” He hummed. “I’m going to take you now.” My wetness had now soaked my panties, all I wanted was him. He worked on his clothing and I pushed at my own. I loved feeling his smooth skin under my fingertips. He liked when my nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks there that only he would be able to see.

His chest brushed against mine as he took my lips with his once again, the soft kiss also had hints of his neediness within it. His tip brushed against my entrance and the breath caught in my throat. With memories of how good it felt the last few times, I could only hope that he wouldn’t tease me.

“Please.” I gasped against his lips. I felt his smirk and he silenced me by reinstating the kiss I’d broken. There was pressure at my entrance before he sheathed himself inside me slowly. I lightly gripped his shoulders, already feeling overwhelmed at his simple action that he’d done many times.

“You’re perfect.” He buried his head in my neck and nipped at the flesh there. “Always so tight on me.” I stifled a moan, feeling him fill me to the brim. My head fell against the pillows and he left kisses from my neck to my collarbone.

“Baek,” I moved my hands from his shoulders to his hair, tangling my fingers in the softness. “Move.” I didn’t have to say anything else. He lifted his head from my neck to look into my eyes when he pulled out slowly only to push back in at the same pace. There was shadowed lust in his eyes, and despite the darkness of the room I still saw the normal gleam there.

“I’ve wanted you since I left this morning.” The only separation of our eye contact was when one of us blinked, his slow pace was almost overwhelming for me while looking into his eyes. I could only think of how I wanted him to go faster, to fuck me hard like he usually would’ve before our argument. I wanted him to let his stress out.

“Baekhyun, I need you to fuck me hard.” I whimpered. “I can’t take it anymore.” His eyes darkened even more and he stilled inside me, seemingly staring right into my soul. He leaned down, nibbling on my earlobe before he spoke.

“Anything for you.” He slammed into me hard, the overwhelming feeling of him making me moan loudly. It was like something clicked in him and now he was back to the dominate man he usually was. Before I could even complain, he had my hands pinned next to my head again.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, hoping to encourage the orgasm approaching me. His tip brushed against my g-spot and my body jolted under his. I didn’t even have time to tell him before I felt the familiar euphoria that only he could give me take me over.

While he was helping me ride out my high, I felt his cum shoot deep inside me. The feeling was becoming more and more comfortable for me. He released my wrists and kissed me. He slid out of me, my whine silenced by his lips.

“You’re so addicting.” He groaned. “All I thought about was you.”

“You could’ve texted me. I would’ve paid you a visit.” I told him as he fell onto the mattress. He pulled me close to him, his chest pressed against my back. He kissed my shoulder.

“I thought you preferred to be here.” He admitted. “You said you wanted me to separate work from home so I figured that would’ve upset you.”

“I said I wanted Baekhyun.” I turned to look at him. “You can be just Baekhyun at work.”

“Then come with me tomorrow.” He replied. This time, I straddling him. He bit his lip, his hands trailing up and down my sides as he looked at me.

“That’s fine with me.” I started to grind my hips against his slowly. “You know I’ll do whatever you want.” I smirked when I felt him hardening against my core again.

“Are you trying to be dominate?” He asked, squeezing my hips to control my grinding.

“Am I?” I tilted my head at him. I giggled when I heard his growl, but I was cut off when he flipped me over, hovering over me. His dark eyes stared right into mine.

“You’ve been testing me too much lately.”

He woke me up in the morning, gently shaking my shoulder. I opened one eyes and saw his sleepy form.

“Come to work with me.” His hands trailed across my stomach and my sides, attempting to keep me awake. “You said you would.”

“You wake up so early.” I whined, rolling over to face him. “Five more minutes.”

“C’mon, sweetheart, as much as I’d love to, I’m gonna be late. And I refuse to go unless you come with me.” His words made me narrow my eyes at him. He chuckled and when he walked to his dresser, I couldn’t help but look at his butt.

I sighed and leaned over the side of the bed to grab the shirt that he changed into (and wore for maybe three minutes) last night. I slid it over my head and stood from his bed. I stretched my arms out before I walked to my own room to find something to wear.

We ended up being ten minutes later than his usual time, and he blamed it on my reluctance to get up. I couldn’t help it, he was nice to wake up to. He had another meeting today so I sat in his office while he was chatting with some guy named Oh Sehun. Another business person, I supposed. I was reading one of the documents on the desk when the door opened.

I hadn’t expected to see his secretary walking through the door. The fact that Baekhyun wasn’t even in here didn’t seem to surprise her. She was the one who set up meetings, after all. She stopped in front of his desk, an angry look on her face. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty, she was gorgeous, but I guess Baekhyun just didn’t take an interest in her.

“Can I help you?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at her.

“You’re not supposed to read those things.” She told me, gesturing to the documents. It was just a bunch of numbers and business plans.

“Baekhyun would’ve put it away if he didn’t want me to see it.” I retorted, going back to reading the papers. “Feel free to go now.”

“You must think you’re special, don’t you?” She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re not the first girl to come in here and pretend to love him.”

“Excuse me? I don’t even know your name and you think you know my whole story.” I stood from the desk. I was taller than her. She still had that mad look to her as she continued to glare at me.

“Mr. Byun -”

“Doesn’t want you.” I interrupted. “And while you’re here pining for his dick that I got last night, I’m actually in a relationship with him.” Her eyes widened.

“Are you sure he doesn’t want me?” She shot back. “He was moaning my name not too long ago.” She was lying. She had to be, but for some reason my heart dropped. What else would I have expected from him, though?

“That’s funny, he plans on firing you today.” I snapped back, not letting her see the drop of my guard. “Get out right now, or I’ll just go interrupt his meeting.”

She didn’t say anything, she threw one more glare my way before she turned around and stomped out of the door. I sat back down in his chair, letting out a long sigh. Her words were coming back to me and I could’ve felt sick. He wouldn’t have lied to me about his damn secretary, would he?

What if all of this ‘love’ shit he was playing off, was just a ploy to get me to stay with him? I shook my head. He wouldn’t do that. These thoughts needed to go. More than anything, I needed his reassurance that I couldn’t have right now.

At that moment I wondered if I should’ve said the things I did, but then I remembered that I had to defend my relationship with Baekhyun to whoever asked - solely for the reason that this wasn’t fake anymore. These feelings for Baekhyun were real, and with the potentially true information she gave me, they were scary.

The door opened again and I immediately looked up to see Baekhyun. He smiled when he saw me sitting in his chair. He walked over to me and I attempted to smile back, but the thoughts were plaguing me now. What would I even ask him?

“Do you want to go grab some lunch?” He asked. “Or I can have something delivered here. Whatever you’d like.” Did he love me? Did he truly love me or was it a plot against my heart? I couldn’t even form any other words - the only ones that came to mind were the ones that slipped from my mouth.

“Did you have sex with your secretary?”

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S1E20-AXDROIDARE

It was a late night for Anita who was up at 1:00 AM reading on the drug Axdroidare. The drug known as the “black trance” is a drug being prescribed for hyperactive children. It’s being marketed as a cheaper alternative to Vyvanse.

“Oh my God” she said to herself. “They know these people have the worst insurance and that this medicine doesn’t cost but five dollars” The medicine was certainly unlike anything she had heard of. With her brother-in-law Calvin being a pharmacist, she decided that she’d ask him the following morning. As the clock read close to two PM, she took down about 50 mg melatonin and sat up for about 15 minutes before going to bed. The following morning was a struggle to wake up. Hitting the snooze button a total of three times before giving in to the demand of the alarm she grabbed a sleeveless dress and a pit of heels and headed to work. At work her colleague noticed her and asked if she was alright.

“Long night” she responded “dealing with a little insomnia.”

“I’m doing a breakfast run, you want anything?”

“Yeah, get me a parfait?”

“Got it”

Needing to wake up she decided to splash her face with cold water. Afterward she decided to read over some briefs stacked on her desk.

Concurrently, QJ still slightly ill, stayed home for a second day. Feeling better he ate his breakfast and then put a movie on. After watching the movie he noticed his dad looking at a scrapbook.

“Hey dad, what you checking out?”

“Photo Album. That’s your Aunt Dina when she was younger”

QJ hasn’t seen them in a while. Unlike Deja’s family, Quincy’s family was a bit more close knit with the exception of a few. His aunts all go back home for Holidays and his siblings made occasional summer vacations out to LA to visit him so the kids are familiar with the closest cousins on that side. OTOH, they have cousins whom they have not met through their great aunts and uncles.

“Whoa, never knew her hair was so long. So dad. What about your people?”

Quincy’s dad, is originally from Jennings. His grandfather grew up in the Carolinas and found his way down to Louisiana via being stationed while in the military. This is where he met Quincy’s grandmother. Her people were from South Carolina however, her parents settled in the Jeff Davis Parish in Elton. His parents passed away around the time Quincys dad was born. Her parents had gotten ill so she had to move to the Jeff Davis Parish. They were craftsman and welders. His uncle grew fruits and vegetables and sold fruit preserves during certain times of the year. They eventually settled in Jennings and started a family.

Noticing the air force uniform QJ said, “I didn’t know grandpa was in the service.”

“He wasn’t that’s your great grandfather”

Travis was in the military stationed in Lake Charles at the time when he met Janice. She was from the Jefferson Davis Parish but would come into town to LC for shopping and recreation. They settled in Jennings after the death of her parents. He had a long career in the military retiring when Quincy’s father turned 16.

“So when you would leave, would you go see them?”

“If I was close enough yes, I haven’t been to Jennings in a few years. My grandparents are deceased but I I have atleast one uncle and aunt still out there that I know of. Growing up we would go down to Jennings but then spend our days with Uncle Hal in Lake Arthur”

Cutting the conversation short when he received a phone call QJ went back to his room.

“That was the school, I’m going to go pick up your homework. You stay out, I don’t wanna come home and see you done burned the damn house down.”

“Really, dad?”

“I’ll be right back son”

He arrived to the school and once he made his way to the front office he asked to retrieve QJs homework from the office Secretary when he was informed of an outbreak that had occurred on the school ground.

“No surprise unfortunately” the secretary said as she handed Quincy the assignments. “It happens when a parent or parents sends their child to school sick knowingly or unknowingly”.

“Well damn. I sure do appreciate the info”

“Quincy’s a good kid. How’s he feeling today?”

“He’s fine. He’ll be back tomorrow”

“Good”

“Well I’m gonna head out, you try not to catch it”

“Lysol and Clorox wipes are right here”

When he returned home, he noticed Junior up and dressed, he sported a red collar shirt and a pair of denim shorts.

“Well somebody is feeling way better”

“Oh yeah, think it’s about gone” QJ said as he struggled to find anything on TV

“Well son, it turns out that whatever the hell this is is going around at your school. There was hardly anybody in the office just now. Was told they were out sick.”

He then said, “we are going to go to the library. That’ll give you a little quite time to work on your homework. That way when you come home this evening, you can watch TV or play video games freely as your work will have been completed.”

Deciding to take a shower, he momentarily paused when he received an alert from a black news source titled “the trance drug-another Black Plague”.

[Axdroidare-a medicine being marketed as a cheaper version of Vyvanse has been reported as being responsible for 17 cases of Illnesses in lower income black and Latino communities. While no deaths have been reported as of yet, it has been reported that this drug is causing kids to become very motionless, unable to focus even though the drug was market to help with focus, and even difficulty sleeping. “My son was in a 9 hour state of hypnosis” reported one mother. Physical symptoms also included stomach cramps, nausea, diarrhea, and vomiting. One mother reported that this drug was so stringent that her son had no response to any outside stimuli. Haven’t you noticed that it’s always little boys that they want to dope up or “tame”?.....................]

Reading the same article Anita begin to pose an outline of a survey to do some of her own research. In her mind she would ask Clarissa to advertise it on her podcast and have individuals submit it anonymously. As she begin to type the first question, she received a knock on the door.

“Come in”

It was her boss asking for the briefs that she prepared on the case. “Here it is”. She expressed concerns about the companies history when her boss advised her that it wasn’t her place.

Being the strong willed individual she continued what she was doing in between breaks from her work. By the evening she had a survey complete along with preparation for another case that she was in the process of handling.

Before she left she sent a message to Clarissa who was on the phone with Deja.

Later that evening Deja and Quincy were talking while he asked her about her day.

“Busy, essays, exams, typical school stuff”

“Well I got an alert about this drug that’s being passed around in school. You know anything?”

He forwarded the article to her for her to read, she glanced over it as she got comfortable and stated that she had not heard anything about it. “Oh my God! No cases at my place of employment yet. I’ll have to ask the kids if they’ve heard anything about this”

“It’s only a matter of time” Quincy said turning the TV on to watch a news story on the very subject. “The way these teens abuse drugs out here. That’s how it goes. They flood that bullshit in black communities then it backfires. Watch what happens when the adverse effects hit the white communities and their kids are strung out on it. It’ll be considered an ‘epidemic’”.

Listening to the news it became apparent that the drug has plagued specific schools in South Central, Compton, Maywood, and East Los Angels. The reporter reported on the beginning of the lawsuit against the pharmaceutical company. When they heard the firm that would be representing them Quincy said “Oh shit! Isn’t that the firm that your sister works for?”

“It is” Deja said, “I need to call her. I’ll call her this week, I need to cook start typing my quiz.”

“Okay, well I’m gonna cook supper. Gonna cook a beef stew” he said.

Meanwhile, Malachi and Aundrea were working on ELA homework.

“So what’s the latest on the book report?”

“Just about done. Due Friday.”

“These last couple of weeks have been kind of crazy huh?”

“Why?”

“Meeting our folks, got mom on one of her projects”

“Yep”

“You know she’s talking about sending us down there for a couple of weeks next summer right? Could be an adventure. Connected with our cousin in Baton Rouge”

“Yeah....we need to get this done, I still got this book report to finish” Aundrea said unenthusiastically

“I might be able to help you finish it up. I’ve checked that book out dozens”

“Why am I not surprised?”

After finishing her homework, she went to work on the final draft of her post. She typed for about an hour before dinner was ready. At dinner that’s when Quincy decided to break the ice.

“Have the two seen any drugs on campus?”

“Ummmm I don’t think so” Aundrea said wondering where this question from.

“There’s a drug out there being passed off as Ritalin.” Deja said, “But it’s making these kids very ill”

“I haven’t heard about anything” Malachi stated.

“What’s going on?” Aundrea asked

“This medicine is getting to kids around your age. Mainly urban schools. It’s our job as parents to ask this stuff” Quincy affirmed.

Switching the conversation over to the cookbook, Deja announced that her book would be released at the end of October.

“Sweet!” Malachi exclaimed, “You gonna make some deserts for is?”

“Yeah, gonna get you guys in the kitchen. The three of you are going to learn how to make them. Your great grandmother made a mean sweet potato pie. That’s how your aunt Anna learned to make it. She passed it on to me”

“So this book includes her recipes?” Aundrea asked

“A combination of those and some of my own deserts”

“You mean like the cream cheese frosting that you put on the cake you make around Halloween?”

“Yes”

After eating supper Aundrea resumed typing the rest of her book report. QJ resumed studying his spelling words while Malachi completed a math assignment. Quincy retired to the bed while Deja sat on the sofa with her laptop and began a new paragraph in her book about connecting with her first cousin who had been in Long Beach since childhood. It was through a conversation over coffee that she was informed by her sister of the news. Growing up, she rarely visited Long Beach and she wondered if her cousin ever visited LA growing up. While typing she got a text

On the phone Yvonne explained that Zach got the word of this shortly after school let out. Mid day, a this student was seen being taken out by an ambulance. He was sweating buckets, he began vomiting out of the blue. It was no one that Zach knew personally.

“So how’d the word get out?”

“Classmate who knows this kid.”

“Oh God. Girl were the drugs this bad when we were in school?”

“Yes, unfortunately it was our generations bullshit that resulted in all these damn drug dogs at the schools.”

Deja sat there nodding her head while working on an outline, ending the conversation when Aundrea came in asking for feedback on her essay.

“My bookworm of a brother kind of helped me finish”

They read over it a bit. Preparing the report to the outline and the rubric she had stuffed in her novel. “I have to say that I’m impressed. Why is it that you don’t like school again?”

“I wouldn’t say that I dislike it, but I’m not in love with it like he is”

“Well you’ve always been one that when you put your mind to something, you got it done. You do what you need to do to get things done. I’m very much proud. This is really good!”

As Drea headed back to her room, Deja returned to the subject discussed at supper time.

“Zach had a student at his school rushed to the ER this afternoon after getting a hold to it. You know not to take anything from anyone. Just because something looks like fun or candy doesn’t mean that that’s what it is. Being honest, letting QJ go to that sleep over was scary for both of us. Growing yo we rarely went to parties and such for reasons such as this. You do know better than to take any drink from anyone right?”

“Yeah mom” Aundrea said. “Good night”

Deja sighed “between the outbreak at Juniors school and these damn medications, I worry. I’m a mom it’s my job. As time goes by, you may find yourself getting invites to parties and the like and in the event that you go, you can’t afford to be naive”.

After this bit of wisdom, she resumed her writing.

TO BE CONTINUED WITH EPISODE 21.

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12/07/2020 DAB Transcript

Hosea 6:1-9:17, 3 John 1:1-15, Psalms 126:1-6, Proverbs 29:12-14

Today is the 7th day of December welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian and it is wonderful to be here with you today as we continue our journey, which is what we do every day, continue our journey through the Scriptures. And each and every day greets us with something new to think about, something to carry forward, something that develops us and continues our growth in the Lord. And, so, let's dive in. We’re reading from the English Standard Version this week. Hosea chapters 6, seven, eight and nine today.

Introduction to third John:

Okay. So, yesterday we read an entire letter in the New Testament that was called second John and we talked about it. And we started and finished it. So, that brings us to the threshold of another letter. This one is the final of…of John's letters. It's known as third John and probably like the other two they were written from Ephesus probably later in John's life. But third John's just a little different than first and second John because…well…I mean, remember when we were reading Paul's letters and we came to a short letter, known as Philemon? So, Philemon’s the one with the runaway slave Onesimus and you remember all that. But the…the distinction about that particular letter is that it wasn't a letter written to a church or a group of people. It was a personal letter written to a person. So, third John is like that. Third John is a personal letter written to a man named Gaius. And Gaius it appears from the letter is an upstanding believer in the…in the…in the church world or the network of churches that John was leading. And John writes this letter to Gaius to give him…well...a couple of things; personal encouragement, because he's passionate about the gospel and he’s willing to serve and supports the traveling teachers that are sent throughout the churches that John has sent throughout the churches and the custom of welcoming these ministers who come, like itinerant ministers who move around the churches to encourage the churches and teach them. The care of their needs was a common thing and Gaius participated in this. But it’s not just to pat him on the back. John felt like this letter was necessary because it was a church leader named Diotrephes and this leader had risen up in authority but had in the process distanced himself from John. And, so, he refused to offer hospitality to these traveling ministers. And causing even more divisiveness, Diotrephes was kicking people out of the church who disagreed with him and assisted these itinerant missionaries. Now here's the irony. In second John, John basically says, “this is how you should…I mean you shouldn't really show hospitality or give words of encouragement to itinerant ministers who are coming in and bringing a false teaching.” So, Diotrephes is doing that, but apparently has decided that the people John is sending through are bringing false teachings and he's ascribed to something different. We don’t really know the full context here. Nevertheless, John wrote this personal letter to Gaius to commend him because he was caring and showing hospitality to those who were traveling to bring the gospel. And, so, this letter then would serve as a written notice, like it would affirm in writing that Gaius was doing the right thing. And you can imagine that if you get a personal letter from one of the 12 disciples of Jesus, then that's probably pretty valuable. And it has certainly been preserved and it's in our New Testament now, but you can imagine at the time that this would have…this would've carried weight with it. And, so, again, as with many of the letters, and much of the New Testament we get a glimpse back at the early formative time in the faith, and some of the controversies and some of the problems that they had to face to move things forward. And, so, we’ll read together in its entirety now. Third John.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word and thank You for what it does to us, that it goes inside of us and moves around within rearranging things, transforming things, moving things out that don't belong, moving things in that do into our lives so that all things work together for the good of those who love You. And we love You and we are grateful. And we thank You even as we move into a more speedy time of the year, this month of December. And even as things begin to move more quickly in the Scriptures because we’re moving through so much territory, thank You for what we get to learn, that even though we might read a whole letter or a whole book in a day that we get to kind of fly over it and understand where it sits in the grand scheme of canon of Scripture. And, so, Father as we continue this rhythm and as it does speed up and as we do continue to move through more and more territory we invite Your Holy Spirit to lead us to what it is that we need to hear and what we need to observe and what we need to meditate upon what we need to plant in the soil of our lives. In fact, we open our lives to You and submit You fully and invite You to plant in our lives the fruit of the spirit, the fruit of Your spirit. And may this come from the transformational power of the Scriptures in our lives each and every day. Come Holy Spirit we pray into all this, we ask in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Hello Daily Audio Bible community this is Abba’s Joy and I just want to call in with a special prayer request. Of course, I’d like to say thank you to this community and to Brian Hardin and the Hardin family for this wonderful ministry that has blessed me tremendously throughout this year. I would like to ask for prayers for my son. He is 14 years old and he deals with anxiety, self-confidence issues. He blames God for certain things when they don’t go his way and he has developed a resistance to listening to the word of God. There’s just a lot of confusion right now and I know the enemy has been trying to get through to him. But deep down I know that he has love for Jesus Christ. And I just would like you guys to lift him up so that he just knows the power of Jesus Christ and that he can overcome anything. I thank you so much and I love you all. Have a blessed day or night wherever you may be. Thank you.

Okay I’m gonna try this again. I’m in my car and I’m on my way to work and I don’t have the phone in my hand so I’m hoping this is recording and you can hear me. This is Kathleen Mount Zion Illinois. I just wanted to thank Gigi for calling in with a prayer or not even a prayer just a story of thanks, a story of thankfulness to God for what He has done in her life. And Gigi I just…really, I just…you have such a kind spirit. You seem to just have this amazingly kind spirit in you and that just resonated with me and how thankful you were to God for bringing you Seth. And it sounds like God brought him write to you and it changes your life. That…that hit me because I too had thought I would be a missionary someday and instead I…I married and had children and now I have grandchildren and am very thankful for all of that and I just, you know, you just, you just want everybody to feel what you feel, right? That’s what I would like. I just I thank God and I think it all comes from thanking God, from being thankful. And that’s what I pray, for the Daily Audio Bible listeners, that we could thank God for anything, anything that is good and positive and wonderful in our lives. Thank you.

Hi, I’m Halo and my mom was the one who inspired me to this program, and I love it. And also, I kind of need help with my hatred. There’s a kid in my class that is really mean. And I tried to remember that you have to forgive your neighbors and I just need a little help with that. Thank you DAB family. Also thank you Brian to help my mom through the good and bad times. Bye and have a great day.

Father God tonight we lift up those who are searching for meaning whether they are Christians Muslim Seeks Buddhists another region or no religion at all or just don’t know. Father God we are searching for meaning, we’re looking for…we’re looking for something and we know Lord that…that You are the only one that gives meaning, that gives us that fulfillment that we’re actually looking for. Father God during this Advent and Christmas time I pray that You’d be…that Your truth would be a shining light, that those people who are searching could find You. We pray for our churches and our communities, for our brothers and sisters, and pray that they would be and that we would be shining light so that we would be able to guide people to You so people will find what they’re looking for even those that don’t know that what they’re looking for, that they would find it in You. May they join us in saying praise the Lord. We will give thanks to the Lord with our whole hearts. Great are the works of the Lord studied by all who delight in them. Full of splendor and majesty is His work and Your righteousness endures forever. You provide food for those who fear You. You remember Your promises forever. May we see You be glorified Lord and may lives be saved in Jesus name…

This is Candace from Oregon with a praise report. My son Micah was in a really awful situation and he actually had some good things happening at the same time, one of which was the first time in his whole life where he had paid vacation for a week. But then that last day when it was time to go back to this really difficult situation at his work he was just overcome with hopelessness and despair and depression and anxiety. So, I did warfare against the…the spirits, those spirits, those evil spirits and any back up plan the enemy had. And our Lord who is so kind and so merciful. Our Lord who is faithful and true and always loading us with undeserved favor was right there. And Micah, he…he almost didn’t go into work because of just this huge dilemma he was up against. But he managed to go anyway and when I picked him up 12 hours later after a 12 hour shift the…this oppression had completely lifted. Lord, thank You so much and please help Micah to know that it’s You and to receive You Lord wholeheartedly and to confess You before men. Thank You, Jesus. Thanks for Your love and tender care. To…to You be all the honor and all the glory for all the things You’re doing in all of our difficulties Lord.

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