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In Another Time, Ch.3

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: language & smut. WC 3.1K

ETA: forgot to mention that this is for @ storiesofsvu bingo: weekend/getaway

Bryan found himself unable to sleep. He looked over to your sleeping form tucked away under the comforter. He reached for his phone, scrolling through various apps before he was hit with an idea.

He crept out of the bedroom cautiously so as to not to interrupt you. He made his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before continuing on to the shared space you both used as an office. His hands traced the silver seam of your laptop before he opened it and made himself comfortable in your desk chair. It turned on, and he began to go through your files.

There was a file with photo album after photo album. He began to go through them one by one. They were meticulously labeled: year after year, season after season, theme after theme. There was one with his name and he didn’t hesitate to open. In it were photos of when the two of you first started dating - he was there at your law school graduation, there at your swearing ceremony, amongst others. There was one picture in particular that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand: a photo of you and him dancing at someone’s wedding. Your arms were around his neck, his hands around your waist - and the looks you were giving each other - there was no fooling anyone - it was love.

Bryan swallowed hard and clicked out of the file. He found another file called reviews and clicked it open. In that file were all your law school journal reviews. He began to read them voraciously, each one engrossing him further and further. He then went online and found court decisions of which you were involved in.

There was no doubt you were smart and he felt ashamed at how little potential he gave you at the firm instead of encouraging you to grow.

Going back to the photos, he went through what was the wedding album. It was a simple ceremony at city hall, with just a few friends as witnesses. A far cry from the lavish and opulent celebration he thought a partner would ever want. He clicked on the honeymoon pictures - it was the same background as the picture he saw in the bedroom. There were various pictures of you on the beach, of the two of you in bed … some more risqué than others. A part of his mind wondered if the two of you had ever made a tape. He let out a small chuckle at that thought.

There was an album called Sophie Bryn and he clicked it. Documented were sonograms and photos of your ever expanding belly. And then there was the birth - Sophie laying on his chest, his large hands basically enveloping her small body. Sophie was fast asleep, her tiny hand gripping his greying chest hair. Bryan felt a pang in his chest and his stomach knot up at the sight. These were all new feelings to him - he had always been a shitty partner. He’d find one who could fuck but then they couldn’t hold a conversation. Or he’d find one who could and then they became stage-5 clingers. Besides, he was always in the office, working - reviewing briefs, making calls, basically doing anything to stay one step ahead for his clients and for any opposing counsel. At the end of the day, there was a bevy of women in Chicago who were willing to suck his dick and do unspeakable things with minimal effort. And it was easy to call a Lyft or an Uber and send them on their way.

There was something different about you.

Bryan clicked through the rest of the photos. The hours seemed to fly by, and before Bryan knew it, it was early into the next morning. He let out a large yawn and was about to turn off your laptop when he saw a saved video with no title. Curiosity bested him and he hit play.

It was your swearing in ceremony. You wore a black sleeveless sheath dress, your hair was pinned up. Shame, he thought you always looked better with your hair down. He realized he must have been filming during it, because at one point the camera was given to someone else and it panned to him presenting his motion as to why you should be admitted.

He fast forwarded it a bit and played when it was focused on you and him. In the background he could hear a faint instrumental version of a Sinatra classic playing over the speakers. There was a party-like atmosphere as people took pictures and families congratulated one another.

You smiled at the camera as you stood next to him, your hand on his chest. A large sparkler graced your hand. He watched as this version of him pulled you even closer. “I am so proud of you. I love you.” You beamed and leaned up to kiss him.

Bryan let out a shaky breath as he hit pause. He decided to go back to bed and he was relieved to see that you were still fast asleep. An idea came to him and carefully, he scooted behind you until he was basically spooning you. He wrapped his arms around you and noticed how you instantly melded into his embrace. And he allowed himself to just feel what he felt. The scent of your shampoo filled his nostrils and he focused on that until he was fast asleep himself.

“I promise you’re going to love this and it’ll make up for what my gaffe.” Bryan replied, looking over briefly at you as he drove the car out of Chicago.

You shrugged and let out a small “mmm” as you looked out the window, staring at the passing scenery.

“How long is the drive again?” You asked. “I’ll need to pump.”

“No more than ninety minutes.” Bryan continued.

“K.” You responded, before adjusting the brim of your hat and closing your eyes. Bryan looked over at you and inwardly sighed. Stopped at a red light, Bryan put on a playlist and settled into the tunes while he drove.

It had been a few days since the anniversary mistake and you hadn’t seemed to cool off a bit. You begrudgingly agreed to go away for the weekend, with your friend house-sitting and watching Sophie.

Harbert, Michigan was a small beach town with a rich Scandinavian heritage that was still evident. The lakefront property that Bryan had chosen was quaint and charming. It had its own private beach, steps away to Lake Michigan. It was open and airy. To anyone else, it would appear near secluded, but the town was only a five minute drive away. And thanks to Bryan’s snooping, he knew this was where you first both went away to as a couple. As the car came to a stop in the driveway, you opened your eyes and recognized the location immediately.

You adjusted the brim of your hat and wordlessly got out of the car. There was a breeze; you took a deep inhalation of the fresh air. As you exhaled, you turned to Bryan and when he saw the smile on your face, he knew things were okay again.

After you both had settled in and you had pumped, you both headed to the private beach. You made a mad dash to the water, running in until you were waist deep. You turned to Bryan, your hand shielding your eyes from the sun. “Get in, the water is amazing!” you called for him.

Bryan nodded and stripped off shirt as he waded into the water, tossing it back onto the dry sand. Approaching you, Bryan grabbed you from behind and twirled you into the water some more, which resulted in you letting out a shriek. Bryan let out a laugh before he set you down. You playfully shoved him away. You then jumped into his arms, him grabbing and holding you by your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

Eventually you both made it back to the sand. You sat in between Bryan’s legs, you back on his chest. An open bottle of sauvignon blanc that you were sharing sans glasses was nestled in the sand.

“Do you remember our first time here?” You asked.

Bryan blanched, grateful that you couldn’t see his face. He rubbed your shoulders and pressed a kiss to the back of your head. “Why don’t you tell me? You’re always better at telling it than I am.”

And so you did, recalling how you both came up for the winter and how you had to teach him to be more domestic. You burst into a fit giggles as you recalled how the great Bryan Kneef didn’t know how to get the fireplace going.

“You said you only knew how to start a fire here…” you giggled, taking Bryan’s hand and placing it in between your legs. Your breath hitched as he pushed the material aside and began to stroke your folds teasingly. You let out an involuntary shiver as arousal shot through you.

“And I still do.” Bryan growled, before turning you to him and laying down while simultaneously pulling you along with him. As the two of you kissed, his fingers nimbly undo your swimsuit top. You propped yourself up and the top fell to the sand, leaving you completely bare, exposing your tits. Your nipples were diamond hard.

“Bryan, you are incorrigible.”

“But you love me.”

“I do.” You replied. When he leaned up and tried to kiss you again, you pulled away. “What is it?” Bryan asked, wondering how he could have pissed you off again in such a short time.

“This… all of this.” You waved your arm around absentmindedly. “ You did really good babe.”

“So I am forgiven?”

You kissed him in response and his hands gripped your hips, encouraging you to rock against him. His cock was already so hard against you. You rocked against him, as you two continued to kiss, each of your needs and desires growing.

“Fuck me.” You replied breathlessly. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, lifting briefly to his ear. “Right here, right now.”

Bryan grabbed your ass, squeezing the fat of your flesh hard before he laid down a spank. You made a keening noise and Bryan took that as a sign of encouragement, pulling the materials of your panties aside, and pulled them so they were between your cheeks. He then repeated the action. You kissed him hard, nipping on his bottom lip and then sucking. Your eyes were blown with lust, matching his and he rolled again, so you were laying on the sand.

He moved to kiss the skin of your shoulder and you grasped his head and steered him to your tits. Bryan took the hint and buried his face in your tits, before taking a globe in his mouth, suckling. His hand squeezed your other tit as he grazed his teeth on the other. You let out a whimper at the slight edge of sharp pain combining with pleasure. He then laved your flesh with his tongue, soothing you. Bryan’s hands headed lower, pulling down your wet bottoms. You lifted your hips to help him and he broke the kiss to remove them completely. There was a very evident tent in his shorts. You helped him remove them and he was over your body once more. “You're wetter than the water.” Bryan noted as he grasped his cock and drew the fat head of his cock through your folds, teasing you. Over and over, he teased you, coating his cock with your arousal in the process. He would slide the head in and then out, before running it through your folds. You whined his name, eager for more.

Bryan lined his cock with your entrance once more, before leaning over you. He took your arms and bracketed your wrists in a bruising grip over your head. You gasped as he moved his mouth to your neck where every kiss sent shivers through you. He filled you up in one thrust, his balls nestled against you. Unlike last time, he gave you no time for you to adjust.

“Oh God!” You cried out. Bryan let out a grunt as he drove into you, every snap of his hips sent tingles up your spine. The sand on your ass irritated your skin, but you did your best to ignore it as Bryan’s cock nudged your sweet spot over and over.

You let out another whine as Bryan decided to slow his pace before sliding out of you. He laid on the sand, his cock standing magnificently, coated in your cream. He raised his arms to you and helped you crouch over him, so you could line yourself with his cock. You let out a sigh as you slid down on his cock, being filled once more. You nestled your legs outside of his and braced your hands on his chest as you began to roll your hips. Bryan’s eyes locked on yours as he guided you along as well, his hands on your hips.

The sounds that emanated from his chest were primal. You could feel the beginnings of your orgasm begin to crest. You snaked a hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit.

“I’m going to… going to… oh, don’t stop!” You cried out.

Bryan grunted in response as you came hard. You threw your head back as your walls tightened around Bryan’s cock. You gripped his chest tightly, leaving half-moon indentations. Watching you fall apart, with the sounds of birds chirping and the gentle lap of the lake against the sand, Bryan couldn’t imagine anything better.

Bryan pulled you down to him, planted his feet firmly into the sand and chased his own release, pounding you relentlessly. He let out a deep guttural groan as he came, shooting his release inside of you.

You stayed intimately connected, his hands tracing random designs along your back as you both caught your breaths. Eventually you both decided to head back into the home to clean up before heading out to dinner. Cleaning up was anything but...

You gripped the tiled walls as Bryan pulled your hips back onto his cock. His fingers dug into your skin. The water had grown cold but the temperature in the bathroom was anything but.

“Yes, fuck, just like that!” You cried out.

“That’s it, take my cock. God, your pussy feels so good.”

Bryan reached around and began to rub your clit. “Don’t stop!” You cried out. “I’m so close!”

“Come again for me sweetheart.” Bryan growled, his hips snapping at a faster pace. Your walls fluttered around his cock, before gripping tightly. Your cries and his grunts echoed in the bathroom as you both reached ecstasy together once more.

The plan that evening was to go to dinner in town. Reservations had been made at a contemporary American restaurant. You had to admit that this weekend was shaping up. You were in the bathroom, applying makeup when you heard Bryan arguing with someone on the phone. You peeked your head out and cringed when you saw him pacing back and forth, wildly gesturing.

Bryan grumbled some more and then roughly shoved his cell phone into his pocket. He let out an irritated sign and then called out to you.

“What’s up? Who was that on the phone?” You asked.

“That was the office. I need to handle a phone call with one of our co-counsel. We are hoping to settle. Apparently Firth decided to go on an impromptu trip to South Africa.”

“Oh.” You replied, before looking at the clock. “I can call and get our reservation pushed off a bit.”

Bryan smiled at you. “That would be wonderful. I promise it won’t take long and we’ll be at dinner soon. A tiny wrinkle.”

Hours went by as Bryan worked. You had pushed off the reservation twice and now it was looking like you weren’t going to make it after all. You picked at a box of Wheat Thins while reading a book on your tablet. Your impatience and exasperation grew as every second passed by. Evening gave way to the night and you knew there was no salvaging the plans. You began to remove your makeup when Bryan came in.

“I'm done.”

“Yeah well, you know what, so is uh, the restaurant.”

“Wha - fuck, I'm sorry, let's uh, why don't we find someplace else.” Bryan replied, whipping his phone out once more. You curled Byan’s fingers into his palm.

“No, you know what, it's late, everything's gonna be closed.”

Bryan let out an irradiated sigh. “Look, I’m sorry.” He reached for you, but you moved out of the way. You let out a shrug.

“It doesn’t matter." You reached for your phone and began to scroll, clearly looking for something.

Bryan eyed your weekender bag. “What the hell is this?” He pointed to the bag that was on the bed. "Who are you calling?"

You rolled your eyes. "I am ordering a fucking pizza because I am fucking hungry." You pointed to your bag with your phone. "That is us going home in the morning. Going away was a mistake.”

“The hell it is! We were having a great time. This was one thing.”

“Not one thing! You’ve been acting weird for God knows how long! What the fuck is going on Bryan? It’s like I hardly know you!”

Bryan swallowed hard, unable to formulate words. His brows furrowed, anger coursing through him. He was exhausted from this bizarre world life. “If you want to leave, then leave. Pack your shit and go. Why wait 'til the morning?"

You stared at Bryan, your mouth slightly open. “Bryan… I…” Your face burned and you felt your eyes begin to water. Perhaps you overreacted. “Look, I didn’t mean-”

“Save it. I don’t want to hear it. Just pack your shit and go. You can take the car. I’ll figure out my own arrangements.”

Outside, it began to rain. You heard the sound of the wind rustling the trees and moved to close the window. The lights flickered briefly before turning off completely. The room was now pitch black.

Bryan let out a swear. “The breaker is outside. I’ll go deal with it.”

“I’ll go with you.” You replied to the darkness.

“No, it’s fine. Just stay here.” Bryan spat.

Bryan went outside, the wind was really beginning to pick up and he was getting soaked to the bone. He hit the switches on the breaker and was pleased to see the lights come back on.

As he walked back into the house, he replayed the fight and imagined it from your perspective. He called for you as he entered the house and didn’t pay mind to his footing.

Before he knew it, he was back on his ass, the ceiling above him, the room spinning. He faintly heard you call his name before the lights flickered once more and all went black.

TBC...

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