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gashinabts · 4 years

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Ask Me Out (m)

Words: 5k

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Idiots to lovers

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Mature

Summary: You and Taehyung get in a fight because you were allegedly cheating, the only problem is, who are you dating and who are you cheating on.

Warnings: Teasing, spitting, oral (f/receiving), fingering, DomTae, slapping, jealously sex

A/N: Just a small one shot, hope you enjoy!! This is my work no reposting this and my other works on any other platforms.

Holding the letter tight to your chest you breathe out a heavy sigh before giving the letter to Eunha. Taehyung texted her that he will meet with her across the administration building, instead here you are standing in front of her, counting the seconds of when this interaction will end. She opens the letter and you cringe at every second she reads it, you look off at a distance to see if Taehyung could be watching this scene unfold. “ What the hell is this Y/N? Where’s Taehyung?,” she crumbles the letter and there’s irritation evident on her angelic face.

The one con of being Taehyung’s friend is that you have to break up with his girlfriends since he doesn’t like confrontation, to see them yell at him or worst cry in front of them.

In middle school Taehyung told you to break up with Soojin for him on Valentine's day, that was the first time you got bitch slapped by someone at school. Taehyung went to visit you at the nurse office with a red rose. “ Where did you get that?,” you asked him as you pressed the ice pack closer to your cheek. “ I stole it from Jungkook’s valentine’s gift,” he says, as he hands you the rose and sits next to you. His hands gently take off the ice pack inspecting your pink slap mark. “ Ouch. This will be the last time I let you do this for me,” he gives you a boxy smile. Another con of being his friend, Taehyung could be quite the liar.

“ Well as it says on the letter, he wants to break up with you…” you trail off taking a centimeter back. You don’t think she’ll do anything crazy, Eunha was nice when she was with Taehyung, however break ups can change a person.

Eunha takes a step closer and takes the lid of her ice coffee and throws it on your sweatshirt. The cup is empty and the ice cold coffee makes you flinch, “ I knew you guys were sleeping behind my back. Tell him, ‘ The next time he wants to break up with someone, he should be a man and tell them in person,’” she bumps her shoulder against you hard as she walks past you. You groan at her comment and walk towards the center of the campus where the water fountain is, there are students who briefly look at your coffee stain white sweatshirt. “ Well she got you good?,” Taehyung bites his lip and you glare at him. He stands tall right next to you, with his neutral tone baggy pants and sweatshirt. “ Hey I’m sorry I didn’t know she’ll react that way. Take my sweater,” he pulls his already oversized sweater and hands it to you.

You pull off your soaked sweater, “ That’s what you always say Tae,” then you put on his ugly dark green sweater. “ When are you ever going to have the guts to ask the girls you like out and also break up with them?” There’s also another thing he has a problem with, he needs to have someone, you, to ask the girls he likes out. It’s always awkward for you to tell them that Taehyung, the guy that you have a slight crush on, likes them.

“ Y/N, I can’t do that! Just imagine if I ask someone out and they straight out reject me. I would be traumatized for my whole life,” he takes your dirty sweater and walks with you to the apartment.

“ Nope. I can’t possibly see that. You are attractive and funny so I don’t see how you’ll be rejected,” you smell yourself and groan at the scent of ice americano. “ Look, ask me out right now,” you joke around while laughing to yourself. The short laugh becomes a gasp when Taehyung pushes you against a wall with his arm caging you in. His face is close to yours, you could almost count all the long dark eyelashes. Time feels like it slows down because the wind started to lessen along with chirping sounds from the birds.

“ Y/N. Go out with me,” he looks at you dead in the eye, his black curls slightly cover them. Without thinking much you let out a small okay and he backs up giving you space.

His face returns back to his bubbly self smiling, “ Do you want to order fried chicken and beer or pizza?,” he asked you while adjusting the straps of his backpack. The question takes you back and you pinch yourself just to see if this is a dream or an alternative universel. “ Fried chicken and beer,” you tell him, walking alongside him. There is silence between you two as he orders the food on his phone, he gives you the phone so you can review the order, you smile as he orders an extra order of spicy chicken since you are the only one that likes it. “ Looks good,” you say while handing it back.

You and Taehyung are watching a movie while eating the fried chicken peacefully until Jungkook barges in the living room from the front door, “ BAHAHA...Y/N you’re like all over everyone's snapchat. I even saw this video on my fyp on tiktok. Look it almost has one million likes,” he hands his phone while sitting down on the couch. ‘It’s the cheating for me’ you groan as you read the description. “ What the hell? Did you at least comment and tell them that I wasn’t the other woman?,” you ask Jungkook, the video plays and Eunha throws the coffee at you and your face grimaces.

“Yeah but like my comment got lost through the thousands of comments that are there,” he grabs a beer from the table, “ just live through your fifteen minutes of fame,” he chugs the beer. “ Ohh spicy chicken, my favorite,” his hands grab your chicken eating it with gusto.

You toss the phone on the couch, “ Y/N-” you ignore Taehyung’s voice as you go to your room. You take solace in your warm comforter hugging your stuffed penguin and taking a nap. The feeling of Taehyung’s warm hands wakes you up, he’s spooning you, hugging you tightly against his chest. You are used to Taehyung's skin ship at home, he typically does this when he sees a scary movie and has nightmares so he crawls into your bed or when the apartment is too cold and he doesn’t want to spend money on the heater. “ Are you okay?,” he asked carefully.

“ Yeah, I just hate how people don’t know the real story but it’s whatever I have you to make me feel better,” you sigh as you hug your penguin tighter.

He laughs and grabs the stuffed animal, “ You still have this raggedy thing?”

“ I’m not gonna throw him away. It was a present,” you take it back in your arms. Yeah, it looks beaten down but it was something special you cherished.

“ Man, I still can’t believe you dated Jungkook in high school. Doesn’t it feel weird to have that since you guys are not dating?,” he hugs you closer to him, you feel his warm breath against your neck.

“ Nah, we are still good friends even if he is kind of an asshole,” one of your hands reaches back raking your fingers against his curls. He hums deeply, “ Are you jealous of Mr. Penguin?,” you teased him with the question.

“ Kind of,” he mutters and snuggles into your hair. That wasn’t the answer you were expecting but you ignore it going back to sleep.

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You grab an ice coffee for Taehyung and add sugar but a light tap halts you, turning you see a girl holding a phone zooming onto your face, “ Is this you?,” she asked you, eyes peering for a reaction. It was that stupid video from tiktok.

You laugh lightly, “ No, that is my twin,” you lie eaisly, you ignore her calls as you continue walking. You wait outside Taehyung’s office since he is talking to one of his students. The student adorably bows multiple times and thanks him, as she exits his room. “ She’s cute,” you comment as you enter his office with his coffee. He has his glasses on, along with his usual comfy aesthetic, there are a bunch of papers on the desk, and he looks the part as professor but clearly isn’t because he is a TA.

“ You are cute,” his large hand holds your hand giving it a quick kiss, while grabbing the coffee with his other hand and starts to gulp it. Today you were far from cute, you had no makeup, and you feel bloated because you were on your period. “ There’s an essay due about the elements of Gothic architecture and she was having a hard time about what to write,” he moves his hand as he talks, he finally sits down on his desk.

“ That sounds fun,” you sarcastically state. Sitting down on the chair you look on his desk and there’s a picture of you and him at the Louvre, it was two years ago that you guys spontaneously took a trip to Paris.

“ Sorry you aren’t a fan of art history,” he nudges you with his leg, “ Anyways let’s go to this new hotpot restaurant,” he gets up putting his laptop away along with his papers. “ Should we invite Jungkook?,” you asked while putting your seatbelt on in Taehyung's car.

“ No. It’s Y/N and Taehyung time,” he firmly states but his sparkly teeth show as he smiles.

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“ You guys look closer than ever, which is weird because how can you guys possibly get closer,” Jungkook comments as you wash the dishes. It’s obvious that he is talking about Taehyung. Taehyung had been more clingy with you, almost every night sleeping in your bed and taking you to random restaurants without Jungkook.

“ What do you mean? We are always like that, you are just jealous that we don’t take you out anymore and pay for you,” you finish washing the last plate, you put the gloves away to dry. Jungkook crosses his arms which cause his biceps to bulge and you throw your head back with a laugh, “ Is that supposed to intimidate me?,” you lean against the counter.

He walks closer, “ Kinda, I’ve been working out,” he flexes it more. You roll your eyes and he stands right in front of you, “ So friends just invade other people’s personal space?,” his face comes closer to you, making eye contact with you. He’s provoking you and you just want to slap his smirk off his face. Jungkook lays his head against your neck, rubbing his nose against your neck, his body is against yours. “ This kind of reminds me of our first time, we did it in my parent’s kitchen when they weren’t home,” his hands gripped your waist.

You decided to play at his game, your hands reach his nape pulling his hair, “ But then you came the minute you put it in,” you whisper against his ear. You laugh as his face flush with embarrassment, you push him against his chest so he can give you space.

“ C’mon Y/N that wasn’t nice,” he groans, he tugs his situation in his grey sweatpants to not make it obvious that he has a boner. You stop laughing when you see Taehyung standing near the entrance of the kitchen, he has a blank face and goes to the fridge. Jungkook turned around looking at Taehyung as he quietly grabbed a coke, “ Hey Hyung, have you eaten? Y/N made dinner.”

Taehyung looks at Jungkook, “ I’m good,” he doesn’t even acknowledge you, walking away from the kitchen and you hear his door shut.

It’s quiet as you eat dinner alone and it is even quieter when you go to sleep by yourself. The bed feels more bigger and you might think it’s more comfortable but it’s not since you don’t have Taehyung hugging you like a pillow. The next morning you wake up late, Taehyung usually wakes you up and cooks you burnt toast with a shitload of jam but this time he’s already gone.

After class, you get his favorite coffee drink, and go to his office, there is another cute student talking to him. You peer through the window and see how happily he exchanges words with her. You wait until their session is done and she thanks him and he waves goodbye, you walk into his office. He looks at you but quickly reverts his gaze back at his laptop screen typing mindlessly. Placing the coffee on his desk, “ She’s cute,” you comment.

“ Yeah,” he says and continues typing, your heart lurches not expecting him to agree with you. There’s so much tension you feel like you are walking on eggshells.

“ Umm...are you okay?,” you ask timidly. You aren’t sure if he heard you since a minute goes by and he looks through his paper and then again types. There is sweat coming off your hands and wipe them down against your jeans,“ Taehyung?,” you speak just a decibel louder.

He closes his laptop, packing up his papers, throwing them harpazidly in his backpack, throwing the ice coffee that he hasn’t even got a sip of into the trash. “ I’m meeting with someone,” he brushes past you trying to exit his office. You grab his wrist before he can leave, “ Tae, are you mad at me?,” is the only question you can think of.

This is the first time he looks at you, it’s the first time he has ever shown anger at you, he yanks his hand back to himself and the feeling of the subtle warmth is gone from the palms of your hand. “ I just didn’t think you were the type of girl to cheat and try to fuck their ex in the kitchen,” he says seriously.

Cheating? Who were you cheating on? “ I wasn’t- Jungkook and I-,” you try to explain yourself but he wasn’t hearing any of it. He interrupts you, “ I don’t care anymore...I don’t want to see your face,” he jabs at you with a disgusted face one last time before leaving. There’s tears coming out and you quickly wipe them but they still stream down your cheeks. This is the first time in your friendship that you had a fight with Taehyung and it looks like it will be the last time you grab the tissue of his desk blowing your nose. The picture of you and Taehyung gleefully smiling in Paris is mocking you, you grab the picture and take it with you before he can also throw it away as easily as he did with the ice coffee.

You usually don’t like going to your parent’s house but this time you accept their invitation, planning to stay with them for a week, you already submitted all the assignments for classes and you could always look at the podcast lectures. There’s not much clothes you have to pack up since you hardly buy any new clothes and you usually borrow Taehyung's infinite amount of clothes, well used to. “ I’ll see you in a week,” you hug Jungkook goodbye.

“ Make sure you get some rest,” he walks you to the car, you nod and smile at him, waving him goodbye.

This is the last time you will ever visit your family, they make you do chores and take care of your nephews and nieces. It doesn’t even feel like you got any rest, you found a box under your bed and it’s filled with pictures of you and Taehyung, some of Jungkook but mostly of Taehyung. The more you shuffle through the pictures it gets harder to hold your tears. You have the urge to call him but you are afraid that he has you blocked.

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It feels and sounds quiet in the apartment, Taehyung thinks to himself. Jungkook isn’t even making noise either which is odd since he is loud. He hasn’t seen you in three days, he was sure that he was going to eventually bump into around the house while you cook or get out of the shower but nothing, he hasn’t even seen light peek out of your door. He hears the door opening expecting it was you but it was Jungkook. Jungkook goes straight to the kitchen taking out a pan and vegetables out of the fridge, “ You want some Kimchi fried rice?,” Jungkook asks as he cuts some kimchi.

“ No,” Taehyung shakes his head and scrolls down on his instagram.

Jungkook sighs loudly, “ Wow this is going to suck. I have to start learning how to cook better since Y/N moved out.”

Taehyung drops his phone on the ground, “ What?,” he asked while walking towards the kitchen to where Jungkook is at.

Jungkook puts oil in the pan and adds onions, “ Yeah she moved out three days ago. She looked really sad, took everything she had and left.” Taehyung doesn’t believe him and enters her room, the bed looks empty, there are no comforters or pillows, he opens your drawers and is met with nothing, there are some skincare products on the table but those can easily be left behind. However there are pictures of you and Taehyung on the dresser, and he easily spots the one that he kept in his office. He walks back out and Jungkook looks like he is almost done cooking. “ You could be a real asshole Taehyung. Y/N would never do anything with me since she already whipped for you. The things you make her do and how she always does it because your Taehyung,” Jungkook says and finally turns off the stove.

“ What are talking about?,” Taehyung asked with hesitance.

“ Ask Y/N, why does she break up with people for you despite the many times she gets hurt from it. Ask her why does she spend so much money on your dumb ice americano? Ask her why she broke up with me in high school?,” Jungkook didn’t mean for the last question to come out but he’s tired of his two best friends being idiots. “ I’m going to eat in my room,” he leaves with a plate of Kimchi fried rice.

Taehyung sits in silence in his room thinking about your last conversation with him, and how he didn’t let you explain. How he yelled at you, how he threw his coffee, and how you looked like you wanted to cry. He hugged his pillow tightly desperately wishing that it was you and maybe if he thought hard enough you would appear.

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“ Are you sure you don’t want to stay the whole week?,” your Mom asked while she helped you put your suitcase in your car. It’s the fourth day, six in the morning, and you don’t think you can last another day with her yelling at you to stop taking naps and to go grocery shopping with her.

Getting in your small car you sigh,“ Yeah, I have to go back. I forgot to turn something in for class,” you make up a lie.

“ What? Are you serious? Why didn’t you do that before when you came here, that’s very irresponsible-” Maybe on another day you can take her lecturing but not today.

“ Okay, bye Mom. Love you!,” you close your door waving at her as you leave the driveway.

It is expected for the apartment to be quiet since it’s early in the morning, you drag the suitcase quietly hoping that you won’t wake them up. Opening the door slowly, you are shocked to see a sleeping figure in your bed, your hand let’s go of the suitcase and you yelp trying to get it but it comes down crashing loudly on the wooden floor. Taehyung's head pops up from his small blanket, looking at you with wide eyes. “ I umm- I’m sorry. I’ll leave right now,” you pathetically try to excuse yourself. Taehyung said he didn’t want to see your face anymore so you hurry to pick up your things. Your shaky hands try to grab your suitcase but you are tackled into a hug, Taehyung’s arms engulf you trying to make you part of his body.

“ You came...I was scared that you were gone forever,” he whispers. “ I’m sorry for what I said. I was an asshole and didn’t let you speak. I hurt you in many ways that I never expected. Then Jungkook said you moved out…” he trailed off you couldn’t clearly hear him since his voice muffled in your hair.

“ Taehyung, let’s sit down and talk, okay?,” you asked him and brushed some of the strands of hair out of his face. He nods and sits down beside you and your bed, “ I wasn’t going to move out, I just went to visit my parents hoping that would relax me but it didn’t so I came back early,” you smile at him. “ Okay good,” he smiles back and scoots closer to you. “ Taehyung, I need to ask you something?,” you look away nervously.

“ Ask me,” he encourages and grabs your chin to look at you.

You swallow nervously, “ Are we together? I mean were we together? Since you said I cheated on you and I was kind of confused…” you trail off playing with your fingers.

He grabs your hands gently squeezing them “ Of course we were together. I mean we still are. Remember when you told me to ask you out?,” he asked, you nodded remembering it vividly, “ Well since that day we’ve been dating.” You didn’t think that was serious but it did make sense because of all the skinship he was doing and the places he would take out to eat. He did take you to the Han river and had a picnic during the night which you found oddly romantic but you didn’t think much into it. “ Y/N, I’m sorry,” he asked, kissing your hands.

“ It’s okay there was a misunderstanding. Next time, let’s talk before we act out on our emotions,” you tell him softly, before pecking him on his cheek. Turning quickly away so he won’t see you blushing in the morning sun. “ Help me set up comforters,” you get up, grabbing the comforters off the floor. He helps you set it up while complaining about how he missed you while you were gone, crying in your bed until Jungkook told him to shut up. You place Mr. Penguin on the bed and lay down hugging it.

Taehyung turns your body easily around so you're facing him, “ I actually didn’t know we were dating, I thought we were joking around,” your hand caresses his sharp jawline.

“ Idiot. I would never joke around about dating you,” he scoffs and takes the hand you were caressing him with, bringing it to his lips, kissing it softly. His lips move to your wrist, trailing up your forearm, arising goosebumps and leaving a giggly response from you, making him smile. Taehyung scoots closer to your neck so he can leave kisses there and you hug him closer when he kisses a particular spot that makes you squirm. The kisses trail upwards to your jaw, going closer to the area you wanted. He looks at you seeking permission and you pull him to feel your lips against his. It’s soft as you expected and you sigh happily at the feeling of his warmth. He pulls aways looking at you, “ That was nice,” he says as he moves over to hover you.

“ Yeah, it was,” you pull him down for another kiss, this time it’s more needier. Lips smacking at each other can be heard along with some heavy breathing. Your hands leave his tousled hair and go under his baggy sleeping shirt, feeling his naked back. You never thought you could feel Taehyung this way, but here are lightly trailing your fingers up and down his back. His mouth leaves yours kissing your neck and leaving marks here and there, he pulls the collar of your shirt down trying to get more access but gets frustrated. Laughing at him, you pull your shirt off, laying back down so he can kiss wherever he desires. His eyes sparkle at the sight of the swell of your breast, immediately leaving open mouth kisses that make you shudder with excitement. His large hands pull the cups of bra and his mouth envelopes your nipple, sucking while his other fondles with your other breast. Your pants are being louder and you can’t take anymore of the teasing. Your hands pull his hair as he lightly bites your nipple leaving you with pleasure and pain, “ Touch me Taehyung,” moaning at the end of the sentence.

“ Baby, I am touching you,” his lips leave your abused nipple and go to the other one giving it the same treatment. It looks like he enjoys you getting impatient since he is smiling at your frustration as you try to grind against him. “ No no no, touch me somewhere else,” you tell him shyly, you are never this coy with your partners but Taehyung just screams out dominance. His eyes darken and his mouth leave your nipple along with a string of salvia, his hand wipes his spit all over your chest. He sits up pulling off his shirt, his eyebrow arched, “ Where does my baby want to be touched?,” he asked, looking down on you. Your hand trails down to the button of your jeans, slightly tugging at it, refusing to tell him in words. His index finger tugs at the belt loop, “ You want me to touch your pussy?” Blushing at his words you nod, he takes off your jeans and looks at your panties, smirking at your evident arousal. He bends down and kisses above the hem of your panties before tugging them down your legs.

“ Please Tae,” you whine as he teasingly kisses the inside of your thighs, Taehyung finally listens to your words and eats you out like his favorite dessert, his hands holding your thighs up trying to taste more of you. Crying out in pleasure, as his tongue pays special attention to your clit and his two fingers slowly inched his way into your seeping hole. Afraid that you are making too much noise, you moan into your palm, his head lifts up and you whine at the loss of his tongue. “ Who told you you can cover your pretty mouth?,” Taehyung slaps your cunt, making you moan louder. “ Sorry,” you meekly let out but you desperately want to be punished again. He chuckles at your apology, rubbing your cunt to soothe the pain, “ Do you want me to fuck this needy pussy?”

“ Yes, I want you so bad,” you drawl at your words, hips rising and riding his long fingers. His fingers withdraw from you, quickly taking off his sweats and boxers, as you finally discard your bra. “ Spit,” he commands, his hand is below your mouth. Following his command, his large hand wraps around his impressive dick and you can’t wait for it to stretch you. Reaching to your drawer, you give him a condom and he puts it on. Taehyung slowly enters you and you feel an immediate stretch, your nails scratch his back at the slight pain. He kisses you to relax you and smile at his encouraging words. Moaning at the slow thrusting, the pain is completely gone, wanting to feel him deeper you tell him to fuck you harder. His hips move at fast pace and you can feel him in your stomach, “ You’re so fucking tight, I’m gonna have to fuck you everyday,” he moans out. “ Gonna have to fuck you everywhere too, so Jungkook can no longer flirt with you,” he thrust deeper hitting that particular spot that makes your toes curl. Nodding deliriously you meet his thrust, eyes rolling back at the euphoric feeling of Taehyung fucking you good. Moaning his name louder, as he grabs your jaw forcing you to look at him, “ I’m the only one that makes you feel this good, right?,” he asked but he already knows the answer.

“ Only you, only Taehyung,” you scream out feeling his other hand rubbing your clit. “ No one else,” you confirm once more, pulling him down for a messy kiss. Your approach is coming, clenching around him harder, “ I’m gonna cum,” you claw his back more, “ Can I please cum?,” begging him.

Rubbing your clit faster, “ Yeah, fucking cum for me, scream out my name,” he gives your clit you couple smacks. Crying out his name you come loudly with your body shaking in pleasure. Taehyung's pace falters, groaning at your tight cunt swallowing him in, holding your body closer as he orgasms. Kissing you softly Taehyung pulls out, tossing the condom in the trash bin. “ How’s my baby?,” he asked while stroking your flush cheeks.

“ Good but kinda tired,” giving him a tired smile. “ Taehyung I like you so much,” you confess, holding his warm hand against your cheek. High school you would be so proud that you finally confessed to him.

Taehyung grabs your hand and kisses it, “ I like you so much more. I liked you since high school but I was afraid to tell you and then you started dating Jungkook. So I thought I can never be your type. But then you told me to ask you out, joke or not, I thought that was finally my chance to have you be my girl,” he softly speaks but there’s an underlying insecurity in voice. Your hands pull him close to your body causing him to squeal, his head is on top of your breast listening to your heartbeat, as one of your hands comb his hair.

“ I guess we are both idiots, I liked you since high school too. But here we are now in each other's arms, better late than never right?,” you sigh. His fingers trace shapes your stomach, “ Just gotta make up for the lost time,” he agrees and his hand trails down.

“ Yes but not now because I’m tired,” you grab his hand before it can go any further. He laughs and kisses your breast tenderly.

“ I’m just glad that Mr. Penguin got to see me fuck my girl,” he snuggles more into you with heavy eyelids.

You sleepy smile at his words, “ You are so weird.”

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moondancewrites · 6 years

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S.O.S. Chapter 6

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Evelyn Burns (OC)

Warnings: Talk of death of a loved one, flirting, language

The previous 5 chapters and all of my other works can be found on my masterlist right HERE

For what seemed like an eternity, Evelyn stared at the ceiling trying to understand what the fuck happened. Every time Ben snored or moved beside her she felt guilt surge her, so she decided it would be easier to think downstairs in the kitchen.

She paced for God knows how long, going over what happened in her head. How in holy hell did Lance Tucker manage to get her off with so little effort? In a fantasy, no less! And how did she let herself fantasize about him? She was having sex with Ben. She loved Ben. Ben made her feel good. But Lance … God, he made her feel …

What was she saying? She hated Lance. Well, hate was a strong word … but she didn’t really like the guy. He was a womanizing jerk with the biggest ego she’d ever seen. And boy, did he love riling her up. But earlier that night, he riled her up in a different way. And he was so…. Soooo…

“Stop it,” she scolded, pulling open the fridge door. She fully intended to get some milk out to warm up in an attempt to make her sleepy. Instead, she grabbed a bottle of wine, opened it, and poured herself a glass as if she were sleepwalking and completely unaware of her actions. She sat down on a bar stool and sipped her wine, trying to slow her racing mind.

“Auntie?” Hannah came into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Hannah!” Evelyn thought to hide the wine glass, but it was too late. “What are you doing up? It’s …” Evelyn looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight. “You should be in bed.”

“Bad dream,” Hannah said, coming to sit on the stool beside her. “You okay? I thought I heard you talking to someone.”

“What? Oh, no. I’m fine.” She took a sip of her wine and Hannah gave her a look. “Bad dream, too. What was yours about?”

“My parents.”

“Oh.” Well, that put things into perspective. Why was she worried about a stupid fantasy when someone she loved was in pain? “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It was Christmas morning and I was in my old house and I went down the stairs.” She paused and Evelyn realized she was holding back tears.

“Hannah.” Evelyn got off her stool and wrapped her arms around her niece, pulling her into her chest and rubbing her back as she cried.

“They weren’t there. Nothing was there. And … I-I ...I was alone. And I …” She burst into tears and Evelyn held her tighter, stroking her hair. “I don’t want … To do … Christmas without them,” Hannah sobbed. “It’s too hard, auntie. It’s too hard.”

“I know, sweetheart.” She kissed her hair. “I know it’s hard. But you know they want you to be happy. They want you to go on, right?” Hannah nodded, her head still buried in Evelyn’s shoulder. “They want you to celebrate life and all that comes with it. I know your mom loved Christmas and that it’s hard doing it without her. It’s hard for me, too. But when she looks down on us, she doesn’t want to see us crying, does she?”

“N-no.”

“She wants to see us smiling. And laughing. Your father, too. They want you to be happy, Hannah. And you’re doing so well.” She pulled back, looking down at Hannah’s tear-stained face. “You amaze me. You know that?” Hannah shook her head. “The fact that you were able to move across the country and start at a new school and a new gym and somehow fit in effortlessly amazes me. You’re so strong. And so good. And so talented. You’re honestly my hero.”

“That’s what coach Tucker says, too,” Hannah sniffed. For once, Evelyn agreed with Lance.

“Well … he’s right. You are a phenomenal young lady.” Evelyn put her hands on Hannah’s shoulders. “I know this first Christmas is going to be tough. It will always be hard. But I think your parents would want you to celebrate. Don’t you?” Hannah nodded. “Plus, I got you something really cool.”

“You did?” Hannah blinked at her and Evelyn nodded. “What?”

“You’ll have to wait until Christmas morning to find out,” she said with a smile.

“Fine,” she groaned.

“Think you can go back to sleep?” Evelyn asked. Hannah shook her head. “Want to watch some late-night infomercials and laugh at the salespeople?” Hannah nodded and Evelyn giggled. “Okay, then.”

Christmas went better than expected. Hannah was, understandably, somber at first. But both Evelyn and Ben did their best to make it a special day for her. Yes, even Ben went out of his way to be festive, going as far as wearing an ugly Christmas sweater while the three of them drank cocoa and watched old Christmas movies. At the end of the day, Hannah had a smile on her face and that was all Evelyn could have asked for.

A week later was Jeanie’s annual New Years Eve party. Evelyn didn’t care much for the holiday, especially after last year. They were at a big party in Orlando for her work and Ben was going to meet her there after his plane landed. She got all dressed up and even got her hair and make-up professionally done. But then midnight rolled around and she was sitting alone on the terrace with a half-drunk bottle of champagne and tear-stained cheeks. Ben apologized profusely, but it still left a sour taste in her mouth. She feared the same might happen this year, since he would be flying in from Shanghai that day. But even if he didn’t make it, Evelyn was determined to have fun because this year, Hannah would be there with her.

Jeanie’s party was always a big family affair. Everyone from the gym would be there, including Lance. That part did make Evelyn a tad weary. Thankfully, he hadn’t managed to creep into her lurid thoughts since that night, probably partially due to the fact that she had avoided him like the plague. She dropped Hannah off for her practice and then went to run “errands” before picking her up again. She did not set foot in the gym once that week.

“What do you think of this one?” Hannah asked, showing her aunt the 3rd dress she’d tried on. She twirled and Evelyn smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

“That’s the one. It’s so cute and sparkly. I wish I could get away with wearing sparkles like that.”

“You can, auntie. It’s New Years Eve! Everyone’s dressed like a disco ball.”

“Unfortunately, I do not own any disco-ball ensembles. I think I’ll just go with …” She fingered through the dresses hanging in her closet. “This one?”

“Black? Again? C’mon, aunt Evelyn. Throw in some color.”

“What would you suggest then?” Evelyn asked, throwing her hands on her hips and giving her a face. Hannah just laughed.

“This one!” She pulled out a dress that Evelyn had honestly forgotten about. It was cherry red with thin straps and a sweetheart neck. The skirt flared a bit and it came just above her knee. “It’s festive and if you put some red lipstick on, your eyes will really pop!”

“I dunno …”

“You’ll make me really happy if you wear it,” Hannah sang, swaying from side to side holding the dress up. Evelyn snatched the dress.

“Fine. You win.”

“Yes!” Hannah pumped her fist.

After the valet left with Evelyn’s car - yes, Jeanie had a valet at her party - she and Hannah stood in front of the house, staring at it. “I will never get over the size of this house,” Evelyn said. Evelyn wasn’t hurting for money, but she didn’t flaunt it either. Jeanie … she liked to flaunt. But she did it beautifully. It was a gorgeous house and the Christmas lights were spectacular. As they approached, they heard music and laughter. And Evelyn was sure she heard Lance’s laugh. She cursed the fact that she could pick it out in a crowd of people.

“You okay?” Hannah asked. Evelyn nodded. “Let’s go. I’m sure Ben will be here soon.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” Last time she heard from him he had just landed in New York and his flight to St. Pete was delayed. If he left soon, he might make it just in time for the clock to strike midnight.

“Hannah! Evelyn! Don’t you look gorgeous!” Jeanie greeted them with open arms and when Hannah looked over at Evelyn, they both smiled because Jeanie was wearing a dress even more shiny than Hannah’s. “Come in. Come in! The bar is over to the left. Of course, we have some great non-alcoholic drinks for the kids. Have you ever had a Shirley Temple, Hannah?”

“Oh, yeah. They’re delish.”

“Delish,” Jeanie repeated, laughing like someone tickled her. “You’re too much. The buffet is over in the grand dining room down the hall. And there’s a dance floor set up out on the lawn. If you need anything, track down someone with a bow-tie!”

“Alright, then,” Evelyn said as soon as Jeanie went to greet the next wave of guests. “Shirley Temple?”

“Shirley Temple.”

It didn’t take long for Evelyn to find Lance. Not that she was looking. He just kinda stuck out. He was wearing a navy blue suit that had a little bit of a shine to it with a white dress shirt and no tie. The first few buttons of his shirt were left open, exposes his tanned skin. He looked … It didn’t matter how he looked. A new waify blonde was attached to him. Literally. She looked like she was glued to his side. It was kind of gross the way she was hanging off of him.

“Is it okay if I go downstairs with the rest of the kids? They’re playing spin …” Hannah stopped mid-sentence; her cheeks turned bright red.

“The bottle?” Evelyn finished.

“What? What’s that?” Hannah asked with feigned curiosity, cocking her head to the side.

“Go on,” Evelyn laughed. “But if they start playing 7 minutes in heaven you come right back up here, missy. And don’t kiss anyone you don’t want to kiss.”

“Who’s kissing who?” The hairs on the back of Evelyn’s neck spiked up at the sound of his voice. Damnit. Slowly, she turned around to find Lance and his date.

“Hannah. She’s just going down to the basement with the other kids.”

“Are there boys down there?” Suddenly, Lance’s cheeky smile disappeared. He looked like a concerned dad. It was not a look she thought she’d ever see on Lance Tucker.

“I suppose so,” Evelyn said with a shrug.

“And you let her go down there?” Lance asked in a harsh tone.

“She’s my niece, Lance. And she’s just having a little fun. It’s harmless.”

“Sure. That’s how it starts. But boys that age … Maybe I should go down there.”

“Let the kids play, Lancy,” the waif cooed, running her fingers across the exposed bit of his chest. “That way you can play with me.” Evelyn couldn’t help rolling her eyes and Lance definitely noticed. He averted her gaze and she couldn’t tell if it was because he was annoyed or embarrassed. He stepped back from his date and she pouted.

“I just don’t want her to get mixed up with a boy so close to the competition next week.”

“Ah, I see.” Evelyn nodded thoughtfully before taking a sip of her drink. “So, you’re just worried she’ll lose focus and it’ll mess up a win for you.”

“No. No, that’s not what I …” He stepped closer to her.

“Uh huh,” Evelyn nodded, turning away from him. “Enjoy the party, Lance.”

“Wait, Evelyn …” she heard him call, but she just kept walking.

The hours passed and still no Ben. Hannah was having fun with the other teens. They’d moved to the dance floor around 11 and she looked like she was having a blast. Evelyn? Not so much. She felt like she was experiencing deja vu, standing on the deck overlooking the west lawn watching the party from a distance. There were a few other people enjoying the lovely night out on the deck, but she still felt so alone.

“The elusive Evelyn,” Lance said from behind her. She stiffened. She was so not in the mood for this. She hoped that maybe if she stayed perfectly still and didn’t respond that he’d just go away. She should have known that was hopeless. “I was wondering where you’d gone off to.” He came to stand beside her, leaning against the railing with his body facing hers. She didn’t look at him.

“Here I am,” she said, shrugging. “And don’t worry, Hannah’s perfectly fine. She’s out there dancing.”

“I know. I talked to her a few minutes ago. She’s having fun.”

“Like a normal teenager. So weird, right?” Evelyn quipped, finally glancing over at her. Lance glared at her. “You know, you’ll go blind if you keep glaring at me like that.”

“Throwing my line back at me.” He raised his glass to her. “Nice.”

“Did you lose your date?” Evelyn asked, taking a sip of her drink. It was her second one, and she was starting to feel the effects of the vodka. It helped with the whole missing your fiance on New Years Eve thing.

“Nope.” He leaned into Evelyn, pointing out onto the dance floor. There she was, dancing with another guy. “There she is.”

“Shouldn’t you be out there?” Evelyn asked.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” he shrugged.

“Well, I know that much,” Evelyn replied. Lance gave her a look. “I caught you dancing last week, remember? If you can call it that.”

“Hey! I may not be much of a dancer, but I have moves other places.” Evelyn’s eyes unwillingly widened. “Like on the uneven bars,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Oh, you thought I meant …”

“I didn’t think anything,” she said, standing up and pushing herself off the railing. “I’m going to go get another drink.”

“Let me. What’re you drinking?”

“No, it’s fine, I got it,” she said. Lance shook his head, grabbing her drink from her hand. As he did, his fingers brushed against her skin and she was reminded of where else those fingers had been - in reality and in fantasy. She hoped the night hid her blushing cheeks.

“What’re you drinking?” he repeated.

“Vodka. Vodka tonic,” she replied.

“Alright, then,” he said with an amused look. “I’ll be right back.”

“Great. I’ll be here,” she said, throwing her arms up. He chuckled at her, shaking his head. Moments later, he returned with two drinks.

“So, Evelyn … I have this feeling …”

“Huh?” Suddenly, Evelyn felt nerves tickle in her belly. He wasn’t smiling and that made her even more nervous. Serious Lance was unsettling. He rarely came out.

“Did I do something to piss you off?” Evelyn stared at him and a little smile played at the corners of his mouth. “I mean, more than usual?”

“What? No. Why would you say that?” She turned to look out onto the dance floor again.

“Well, you haven’t been at a single practice this week.”

“I’ve been busy. With work.”

“Aren’t you off work this week?” he asked, leaning in a bit. God, he smelled good. She didn’t want to, but her eyes moved over to him. That little smile was gone again. “Did I do something?”

“No.” Not you, she thought. Just the stupid, ridiculously sexy fantasy version of you that made me feel like I’ve been drowning in guilt the last week.

“You sure?” He was so close now that she could feel his breath on her. Or maybe that was the breeze. She pulled back slightly, nodding.

“I’ve just been busy. The holidays, ya know.”

“Alright, then,” he said, his nose scrunching up a bit as he said it. “And how’s the knee?”

“It’s fine,” she replied. It was better, actually.

“You’ve been doing the exercises and getting it massaged?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmmm. Ben’s very good at the massage part.”

“Is he?” Lance chuckled.

“What?” Evelyn couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Just hard to imagine someone so stiff giving a good massage,” Lance said with a shrug. “You gotta have the right touch.” Lance moved his hand in the air like he was massaging her thigh. Evelyn squeezed her thighs together to quell the unwanted ache that suddenly manifested in between her legs. “Where is Ben, anyway? I mean, if my fiance was at a party alone looking the way you look …” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, glancing at her. She felt like he was looking at her naked or something. She didn’t like it, she told herself. Nope. She didn’t like it at all.

“He’s on his way,” she blurted out. “He should be here right before midnight.”

“You mean in ten minutes?” Lance asked. Evelyn’s eyes widened and she grabbed Lance’s arm, pushing up his sleeve to look at his watch.

“Shit … I didn’t realize it was so late. I should go get Hannah.”

“Let her have fun,” he said with a wave.

“You’ve changed your tune,” she said, giving him a look.

“I mean, we can both see her. She’s just dancing. That’s quite different than being in a basement with a bunch of teenage boys and a spinning bottle. I still can’t believe you let her go down there.”

“Tell me, Lance. What other critiques do you have on my parenting skills?” She found herself moving closer to him.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” he said softly. “I just worry about her. She’s like my …”

“Kid?” she asked. Lance shrugged. Evelyn didn’t know quite what to say to that. She couldn’t decide if it pissed her off or warmed her heart. So, she decided to change the topic. “Shouldn’t you go find your date so you can kiss her at midnight?”

“Eh,” Lance said with a shrug. “I’m kind of over it. She’s a bit clingy.”

“You think?” Evelyn laughed.

“What about Ben? Does he know where to find you?”

“I texted him and told him where I was.” She looked down at her phone. Nothing. And it was five minutes to midnight. She sighed. “Deja vu,” she mumbled to herself.

“Hmm?” Lance hummed, scooting closer so their elbows touched.

“Nothing,” she sighed, turning to face him. He turned into her.

“You said deja vu. Were you at this party last year? I feel like I would have remembered you …”

“No,” she laughed. “I didn’t know any of these people last year. Last year, Ben and I were supposed to go to a big party in Orlando. Well, I went and he missed it. His flight got delayed and he didn’t get in until 3 am. So, it kinda feels like-”

“Deja vu,” Lance said, giving her a soft smile.

“I was really hoping to get a New Years Eve kiss this year,” she found herself saying. “Which is silly, really. Because I hate this holiday. It’s so stupid. Just another excuse to get drunk.”

“Which you are,” he said with a little laugh.

“I am not! I’m tipsy, at worst,” she said. When she tried to stand up tall, she stumbled and Lance had to steady her with his hand on her waist.

“Okay, tipsy. Maybe we should cut you off, huh?” He grabbed her drink and put it on the ledge.

“You’re not my coach, you know.”

“True, but I can still worry.”

“About me?” When Lance shrugged she threw her head back and laughed, causing her to lose her balance again. Lance grabbed her by the hips this time. With both hands.

“Whoa there,” he said with a little chuckle. He was holding her so close. Too close. She pulled back.

“Okay, maybe no more vodka.”

“Good call.”

“What time is it?” she mumbled, pulling Lance’s arm off of her and looking at his watch again, even though she had her phone in her little bag. “Two minutes.”

“You know, if you really want a kiss, I could …”

“What?” Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock. “Lance, no. That is not-”

“Just on the cheek,” he blurted out. He smiled and his nose did that little scrunched up thing again. “Just so you have at least a kiss, even if it’s not the one you really want.”

“I don’t need a …” She looked up at him and he smiled, but it wasn’t his Lance Tucker smile. It was softer. Kind. “I don’t need a kiss. And even if I did, you would not be the one-”

“Alright, alright” he said, putting his hands up in defense. “I just thought I’d offer. You know, the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“I wouldn’t say kissing someone else’s fiance was gentlemanly,” Evelyn said, patting his chest. Lance looked down at her hand that remained over his peck for probably a little too long.

“20! 19! 18!”

“Countdown time,” Lance said. Her hand was still on his chest. She cleared her throat, stepping back and staring down at her shoes.

“Lance! There you are!” His date ran up to him, throwing her arms around him. “I thought I was going to miss out on my New Years Eve, kiss.”

“So did I,” Lance said, glancing over at Evelyn as he said it.

“10! 9! 8!”

“Evelyn!” Ben appeared in the doorway. He looked completely exhausted. His hair was all a mess and his tie was loose around his neck. He had bags under his eyes. But he was there. “I made it!”

“You did!” She held her arms out to him and he ran to her, picking her up and spinning her. “Oh, whoa. No spinning,” she said, blinking up at him.

“Have you been drinking?” he asked. He looked disappointed.

“2! 1! Happy New Year!”

“Happy New Year,” Evelyn said to him, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Happy New Year, Lancy!” Lance’s date exclaimed, effectively ruining Evelyn’s moment with Ben. When she pulled back from the kiss, she caught a glance of Lance over Ben’s shoulder. He was looking at her, too. The expression on his face baffled Evelyn. She was expecting a cocky smile. A smirk. A wink. But he looked apologetic. What was he sorry for? His annoying date? The fact that he didn’t get to kiss her instead? No. That was silly. Why would he be sorry about that? And why would that even cross Evelyn’s mind? Great… now she was thinking about kissing him. Of his lips brushing against her cheek. She wondered how soft his lips were. She wondered how they would feel against hers. They looked soft. And his date sure seemed to enjoy the kiss he gave her. She kept kissing his neck, like she couldn’t get enough of him.

“You alright, darling?” Ben cooed, giving her another kiss and pulling her out of her ridiculous daze. Evelyn saw Lance turn away and put his arm around his date, leaving her alone with her fiance.

“What? Oh. Yeah. I’m fine,” she said, smiling widely.

“You’re cheeks are flushed. Too much to drink, I think, hmm?” He patted her arm.

“Yeah. Must have been that,” she said. That’s why she was thinking about kissing Lance - she was drunk. That was the only logical reason.

“Let’s get Hannah and get you home, hmm?”

“Home. Yes. Good.”

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