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nadja-antipaxos · 1 year

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epilogue: she stings like she means it she’s mean and she’s mine

previously - chapter four || masterlist

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence (punching, stabbing, murder), brief mentions of bad people doing bad things like murder and abuse, drugging (but nothing else happens), mutual pining, unwanted advances of drunk people, drinking alcohol, kissing, breast play, oral sex female receiving, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, PIV sex, little angst, implied child abuse and PTSD.

Note: Thank you to everyone who engaged with this little story. I might visit this polycule again. Enjoy and leave feedback!This covers the post-credits scene in episode 6. Yes, we get to see a wonderful cab driver and his relationship with Ash.

Lyrics mentioned are from "Angel" by Shaggy and "Anaconda" by Nicki Minaj.I do not speak Spanish. I'm learning but it's limited. I used DeepL translate for this. If the tenses are off, I apologize. I do not mean to offend.

Translations: “Siempre te protegeré, hermosa.” means "I'll always protect you, beautiful." “Lo sé, cariño.” means "I know, baby." "Hermosa" means "beautiful" “Hola, cariño. Siento mucho llegar tarde.” means "Hi, baby. I'm so sorry I'm late." “Sí. Ahora, quita tu mano de mi novio.” means "Yes. Now get your hand off my boyfriend." “¡Joder! Eso duele, hermosa!” means "Fuck! That hurts, beautiful." "pendejo" means "asshole" "princesa" means "princess" "mi vida" means "my life"

Word Count: 7.950

Khonshu taps on the glass with a white gloved hand. It rolls down and Jake Lockley draws his gun. Ash lights up her cigarette across from him and turns her head. Harrow’s ice blue eyes snap to her.

“Wait! Ash, please. Wait!”

Her gaze hardens and her jaw tics. Jake smiles and shoots him with expert precision. Ash watches the light leave his eyes and exhales slowly. It’s done.

Jake peels out of the parking lot. His black gloved hand squeezes her thigh and she relaxes under his touch. She takes another drag of her cigarette.

“Siempre te protegeré, hermosa.”

“Lo sé, cariño.”

3 years ago

“Rich of Khonshu to ask us to watch over his new Avatar after the shit he’s pulled.” Ash seethes. She watches a man in a black bodysuit with white armor accents fight a gang. Crescent moons decorate his chest, his forearms, and his gloves. It’s a look she hasn’t seen before from Khonshu. It seems the only thing he kept was the white hood and cape.

“Just try, my kitten. If it is too hard, we will leave.” Sekhmet tells her. “He says this one is very different than Harrow.”

He pummels a man’s face into the dirt and doesn’t notice the other man raise his knife. Well, that won’t do.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Ash moves behind him and lodges his own knife between his ribs. He gasps getting the new Avatar’s attention.

He lets go of the now dead man’s collar and spins around. The man struggles against Ash’s grip, so she slits his throat. She lifts her hands and his body flops forward bleeding out into the alley.

“Who are you?” His voice is low with a New York accent. He sounds a little like someone out of Goodfellas. But his tone is in awe.

In her full gear, Ash tilts her head in her mask. He steps forward and she feels a crackle of electricity between them. So, she runs. She scrambles up onto the roof of a building and leaps. He follows after her in the moonlit sky. She can feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. It’s not scary. It’s thrilling. She lets him chase her across three rooftops before turning into a cat and hiding.

“That is Sekhmet’s Avatar,” Khonshu tells him. “I asked her to keep an eye on you.”

Ash waits for him to leave before changing form.

“Why did you run, kitten?”

“I don’t know. It felt kinda fun.” She smirks.

A few months later, he comes to her aid in Colombia. She could’ve handled it, but he swoops in and kills two men while she finishes the third. She knows his name is Jake. He knows her name is Ash. They’ve seen photos of each other when outside their Avatar outfits, but that’s it. It feels safer to keep him at a distance. She gives him a nod of thanks and they part ways only to see each other at the same restaurant.

From across the room, Ash sees a drunk woman hanging all over him. Outside of his uniform, he’s very handsome in a black flat cap and tailored jacket. He seems uncomfortable as the woman continues to paw at him and whisper in his ear. He shakes his head and tries to brush her off. Ash rolls her eyes. She hates people like this.

“Hola, cariño. Siento mucho llegar tarde.”

Jake looks up with interest at the fact she’s speaking Spanish.

“Cariño?” The woman sounds offended.

“Sí. Ahora, quita tu mano de mi novio.” Ash asks. She sits down in the vacant seat next to him and places a hand over his. Jake smiles.

The woman huffs and staggers off.

“Figured you needed the help.” Ash smirks.

“Can I get you dinner? To say thank you?” Jake offers.

Ash wants to say no. She wants to keep this Avatar at arm’s length. She let Harrow become her friend. But another part of her tells her that Jake is not Harrow. She realizes she hasn’t answered.

“Only if we split it.”

Jake nods and follows her to her table. Dinner is stilted at first. Neither of them really knows how to talk to each other. He explains how he became an Avatar. She tells her story. She asks about why sometimes he talks like he’s from Chicago and other times from England.

After downing his drink, Jake explains the system and their diagnosis of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Ash isn’t familiar with it but makes a note to look it up. He explains Steven and Marc and how they don’t know about him. His tone is fiercely protective and Ash notes how he refers to them as his family. Since he opened up, Ash does the same. She explains that since she has been an Avatar, she has looked after whoever Khonshu chooses. She keeps it short but does tell him what went wrong with Harrow. His dark eyes glisten with something she can’t place and his jaw tics for only a moment. She swears she feels that crackle in the air again.

“I know it’s an adjustment, but I’m willing to help you. All of you.” She offers.

“I appreciate it.” Jake nods.

After that, they work together more actively. They set up burner phones to communicate on. It’s strictly work but it’s not as standoffish as their start.

In Argentina, Ash walks up to his motel room as a petite brunette leaves. The woman glances back at Jake’s shirtless frame hanging in the doorway but his attention is already on Ash.

“She’s pretty.”

He grunts and opens the door wider.

“I love our deep talks.” She chuckles and walks in.

He offers her a drink which she declines.

“Do you ever date?” He asks after some silence.

“Not if I can help it. I fuck and leave.” She answers frankly.

“Smart woman.” He raises his eyebrows.

The mission goes south when the assailant manages to stab a needle into Ash’s arm and drug her. He’s a known predator in the area leaving women dead in various hotel rooms. Jake breaks down the door and slaughters him without delay.

Ash wakes up in a room she doesn’t know with a raging headache. Her entire body tenses.

“It’s okay,” Jake tells her from the chair next to her bed. She relaxes at the sight of him.

“Jake…” Her mouth feels dry and full of cotton balls.

He hands her a bottle of water.

“How long have I been out?” Ash doesn’t hide her surprise as she takes a sip.

“Six hours. He’s dead. I took care of it before I brought you back here.”

Her eyes look around the room. His coat hangs over another chair. The television has football on at a low volume. The dark circles under his eyes let her know he hasn’t slept. He’s been in that chair all this time.

“Thank you.” The words feel foreign on her tongue. Even when she thought Harrow was her friend, he didn’t do things like this.

Jake simply nods.

She returns the favor in Italy. In a fight, he gets hurt and refuses to let her look at it which makes it even more difficult to get him back to her hotel room.

“I think it’s dislocated.” She tells him.

“I’m fine.” He trudges through the room trying to ignore the pain.

“Khonshu can heal you better if it’s back in place.”

He huffs and sits on the bed. His leather jacket falls off from only being draped over his shoulders.

She lifts it off the floor and places it back on his shoulders. Before he can catch on, she snaps his shoulder back into place causing him to curse loudly.

“¡Joder! Eso duele, hermosa!”

“Hermosa?” Ash raises her eyebrows.

He grunts and lays back on the bed. She gives him the bottle of water on his nightstand and two valium from her purse.

“Valium. You’ll sleep it off and wake up fine.”

He takes them and lets himself drift off to sleep. A few hours later, he wakes to see her eating carryout in a chair and watching a movie on the television with subtitles. He smiles and closes his eyes letting the butterflies settle in his stomach.

They have known each other for almost a year. The only human connection outside their world of Avatars. Ash has grown fond of Jake. He’s very musical. He’s played guitar for her and gotten her to join him in many tiny karaoke joints. He’s impossibly handsome. Always wearing tight black jeans that flatter his perfect ass. An ugly jealous feeling claws at her stomach, when she sees those pretty women walk out his door. He makes her laugh which is the most surprising thing of all. And because of that, she doesn’t want to risk it. She doesn’t want to look like a fool in front him.

Jake is used to living in the shadows and not being seen. Marc and Steven have much fuller lives than him and he works hard to keep it that way. He wasn’t expecting Ash when she came along but he’s glad to have her. They’ve moved from burner phones to permanent phone numbers. He trusts her even more than he trusts Khonshu because he knows she doesn’t have an ulterior motive. He feels the electricity between them but doesn’t pursue it. He can’t afford to scare off his only friend. So, he lets himself dream of her at night and reminds himself of the reality in the morning.

Indonesia is beautiful. Jake has never been there before. It’s warm and he appreciates the climate even more as Ash wears thin camisoles and skirts when they’re not fighting. He isn’t pursuing her but it doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate her beauty. He’s used to the way she can walk through a market and have people offer her everything. He understands the impulse. She usually pays more than the item is worth, offers a smile, and gives it to a wide-eyed child.

The mission is a success and Ash joins him in his floating villa on the water. Normally, they would find somewhere that isn’t a resort, but Ash was too intrigued at the idea of having little boats to paddle from room to room and the idea of a man serving pancakes from one of his boats. She’s relaxed here and soaks up every moment with him. It’s the most he’s ever seen her laugh and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

It’s almost a disappointment when they’re back in the States and camped out in a much more frigid and cramped Boston hotel room. This mission went on a little longer due to some bad intel. They walk into the first bar they see and take a seat. The atmosphere is fine until it gets closer to game time. The sports fans file in. When Jake is in the bathroom, Ash tries to flag down the bartender for their tab.

“Leaving already?” One of the patrons asks.

Ash nods. She waves her hand higher. The man grabs her wrist and pulls it down.

“You haven’t met me yet, sweetie.”

Ash hides her scowl. She could knock this man on his ass but it would bring more attention. She lets out a short breath and looks at his hand on her wrist. He brushes her inner wrist. The anger surges up her neck but before she does anything she hears a familiar low voice.

“Hermosa, who is this?”

She doesn’t hide her smile as Jake stands next to her. His hard glare is enough to make the man let go of her. Jake puts his hand on her shoulder.

“He didn’t tell me his name, cariño.” She coos looking back at him.

“She’s with you?” The guy asks.

“Yeah.” Ash smiles. “I’m with him.”

The man nods and slinks off. Ash doesn’t remove Jake’s hand.

“Surprised he’s still standing.” He smirks.

“A minute longer and he wouldn’t be.” She leans into his side. He smells like leather and sandalwood.

“Can we get the check?” Jake asks the bartender.

They close out and walk to their hotel. Jake moves his hand from her shoulder to her waist and she doesn’t move it. She just smiles at him. He mutters goodnight to her and slides the keycard into the lock.

Jake sighs and rolls his shoulders back. He wishes he could’ve hit that man at least once or seen Ash bring him to his knees. It’s not okay to touch people without their consent. He shrugs off his leather jacket and tosses it over a chair. His fingers catch the hem of his sweater when he hears a knock.

He stops and moves to the door. He opens it and sees Ash in a brown Henley and grey lounge pants. She holds two tiny bottles of Scotch and two stacked plastic cups.

“I raided the minibar to say thank you.”

Jake chuckles and lets her in. He watches as she sways over to the minibar and prepares the drinks.

“Ice?”

“No.”

“Figured you’d like it neat.” She hands it to him. “To resisting the urge to commit felonies.”

Jake hums, nudges his cup against hers and takes a drink. Ash sips hers and saunters over to the radio on the nightstand. Her fingers play with the knobs until she finds a Santana song she likes. She looks divine moving her hips around to the music.

“Am I keeping you?” Ash turns her head realizing he hasn’t moved.

“No. Just changing.” Jake sets the cup down on top of the radio.

“Get comfortable then come dance with me.” She raises her eyebrows.

Jake grabs his clothes from his unpacked bag and goes into the bathroom. When he comes out, he’s in sweatpants and a cotton t-shirt. He makes everything look hot.

“Do you sleep with that on?” She gestures to the flat cap.

Jake shakes his head. He takes it off only to put it on her.

“I feel a sudden urge to talk about the Yankees and drive a cab.”

He pulls her to him by the waist. She looks up, a little surprised.

“You wanted to dance.” He reminds her.

“Uh-huh.” Her dark eyes are on his mouth.

His hands slide down her hips rocking her to the beat. Her arms wind around his neck. His head dips at the same time she tips hers up and their mouths meet in a soft kiss. A large hand palms the back of her head as her lips move more insistently with his. Her hands find his waist as she deepens the kiss. It takes him by surprise as his mind is flooded with the taste of her and sharp whiskey.

“Wait.” She puts her hand on his chest. “We shouldn’t.”

His hand finds her waist thumb brushing her side. He rests his forehead against hers. She can pull away any time, but he hopes she doesn’t. The electricity crackles between them burning hotter than ever. She lets out a shaky breath. She’s felt it since they met. She can’t remember why she was against this.

“I want you so bad.”

“Then take me, hermosa.”

She cups his face and crushes her mouth on his. He groans. His nails dig into her hips as he pulls her even closer. They break apart only for air. He kisses her again and lets her guide him to the mattress.

Her hips straddle his waist as he takes her in. He didn’t expect this to happen tonight or ever but he doesn’t want it to stop. Not if she wants him.

“Jake?”

“Hmm?”

“How does the cap look?”

“Very sexy.” He chuckles and gently lifts it off her head.

“I thought—”

“It’s in my way.” He places it down on the nightstand. He runs his fingers through her hair, and she sighs. “Never knew you wanted me, hermosa.”

“I didn’t wanna risk it but then I saw your face tonight.”

He tilts his head for her to continue.

“You’re a good liar but you’re not that good.” She leans forward rocking her hips into him. He growls low and the sound makes her shudder with delight. His fingers thread through her dark hair as he licks into her mouth. She gasps and he wants to memorize the sound. He rolls them over and looks down at her.

“No one should treat you like that, hermosa. But especially not some drunken pendejo who wouldn’t know the first thing about satisfying a woman like you.”

Ash peers up at him.

“You talk a big talk.” She’s never met a man who knows what they’re doing, so if she sleeps with one, she usually skips foreplay.

“Allow me to show you.” He sits up on his knees and pulls his shirt over his head. She peels off her Henley and shimmies her lounge pants down her legs. She unclips her bra and tosses it across the room.

“You goddess.” He draws in a sharp breath.

“I’m sure you say that to all the girls.” She arches an eyebrow.

“No.” Jake leans forward and cups her jaw gently. “Just you.”

Ash swallows, not knowing what to say.

Jake inhales deeply skimming his hands over her shoulders to her breasts and down her stomach. Ash watches him. He settles on her wide covered hips.

“Can I take this off?”

“Yes.” She lifts her hips and he slides her underwear down her legs. “You can just fuck me. We don’t—”

“Hermosa, I said I wanted to show you.” There’s an edge in his voice that goes right to her core. She lifts her brows but stays quiet. She hums as their lips meet again. One hand squeezes her breast, and she sighs. Nimble fingers work her over and for the first time in her life she wonders if she might come from a man playing with her tits. He stops before she can find out. He kisses her stomach and eyes his destination.

His calloused hands are gentle on her knees as he nudges them open. He presses his mouth to the bend of her knee on one leg and then the other. Then her calves. Her ankles. The tops of her feet which makes her giggle. Then her inner thighs. She breathes in and bites her lip in anticipation. He’s done a good job working her up to this point.

Jake inhales almost crudely before pressing his mouth to her center in a soft kiss. The contrast confuses her. But before she can say anything, she feels the flick of his tongue on her bundle of nerves. She feels her stomach flip.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, hermosa.” His words vibrate against her making her clench around nothing. He licks a stripe up the seam of her and moans. “Like honey.”

He kisses her like it’s her mouth. He tilts his head and starts off gently before working his lips with more fervor.

“O-Oh my god.” She feels the sparks on the base of her spine.

The strong muscle of his tongue drives into her without warning. She arches off the mattress. He growls and presses his arm across her hips to still her as he absolutely devours her. Her fingers fly to his black curls just to hold onto something. Her hips begin to rock and he moves with her. She feels that pull and cannot believe it’s happening so fast.

“Shit, Jake. I’m gonna come.”

His eyes look black now as they flick up to hers. He gives a small nod before sealing his mouth over her most sensitive spot. She has no chance as her orgasm crashes over her. She moans his name as his tongue works her through it. She pants heavily.

“Fuck, Jake. That was amazing.” She giggles.

But he doesn’t stop. He keeps his mouth and tongue on her bundle of nerves while his thick finger slides into her. He taps the roof of her and she cries out.

“Ohhh.”

Jake just smiles as her eyes squeeze shut. Her second orgasm sneaks up on her and he does not ease up until she’s wailing into her third.

“Fuck, Jake. I can’t go again.”

Jake hovers over her and kisses her mouth with glistening lips. Ash can taste herself on his tongue.

“Yes, you can, hermosa. See how sweet you are?” His tongue moves over her own at the same time two fingers plunge inside her. Ash swears this man is going to be the death of her and he hasn’t even fucked her yet. “One, just one, please. I wanna feel you gush all over my fingers one more time.”

Her mouth falls open at his deliciously dirty words. For a man of few words in every other situation, he spills pure filth into her ear as he coaxes her over another peak.

Ash doesn’t notice him remove his underwear because she’s too busy returning to earth. Once she can remember how to breathe, she knows she can’t go another moment without him inside her.

Jake gets off the bed to get his wallet and pulls out a condom. He sees Ash waiting on her hands and knees. He smirks and rolls the condom on. He drags himself through her slick.

“Do you want this, Ash?” His voice is unexpectedly soft.

She can’t help the smile that grows on her face. She looks back at him. “Yes, Jake. I want you.”

Jake eases into her slowly. She hadn’t gotten a glimpse of him but she understands now why he was so insistent on eating her out. He’s big and thick. She gasps and hears him curse when he bottoms out. She feels so perfect.

“Are you all right?”

“Fuck me, Jake.”

That’s all he needs. He drives in and out of her with his hands on her hips. She can barely breathe from the power of his thrusts. She rests on her forearms and pushes her hips back making him groan. She clamps down each time he pistons back in. His high pitched whine will echo in her brain forever.

Jake growls and hauls her up against him. His arm rests on her stomach. The change in angle means every thrust is now hitting that spot that makes her eyes roll back. He’s taking her higher and higher.

“You’re a wild one, hermosa. Exactly how I thought you’d be.” His breath is warm on her neck.

“Can’t let you have all the fun.” She pants and bites her lower lip, smiling. She rolls her hips. His thrusts aren’t as steady and she knows he must be close.

Jake smiles and his free hand massages her bundle of nerves. It sends her over the edge screaming his name. She clenches down on him causing him to follow immediately into bliss. It’s incredible. She collapses on the mattress and he groans slipping out of her. He tosses the condom in the trash and joins her on the bed.

“Ash…” He smiles at her.

“Jake…” She smiles back.

He leans over and kisses her. She melts against his mouth.

They recover only to find themselves in the shower where he has her ride his face until the water gets cold. He falls asleep after that and she sees her exit.

Jake hears a rustling of sheets and opens his eyes. Ash steps back into her lounge pants and smooths out her Henley.

“Hermosa…” His tone is gentle.

“Um.” She feels the heat rising in her face. It’s much easier for her to take off her clothes than talk about personal things. But this isn’t a one-night stand. She sits on the edge of the mattress and keeps her gaze on her feet. “I have nightmares. Sometimes. Bad ones. Doesn’t make me fun to sleep next to.”

Jake nods. He doesn’t know if he should touch her or not. He doesn’t want to scare her.

“I have nightmares too.”

“You do?” Her brow furrows.

“About Wendy. Our mother.”

“Mine are about Henry. My foster father.”

Ash moves back up to the pillows and lays next to him. She looks at her hands while she gives him the brief version. She notes the way he stiffens and inhales deeply when she tells him their little secret. She’s never told anyone this. He rubs her back as the tears stream down her face.

“Where is he now?”

“Pittsburgh. I think. I know he’s still alive.”

Jake doesn’t say anything to that. Instead, he tells her about the cave, how Steven protects Marc and how he protects both. She grits her teeth. It’s a good thing she doesn’t know where she lives.

“She in Chicago?”

“Mhmm. I hear she’s sick. Cancer.”

“Good. I hope it’s slow.”

“I know it would hurt Marc. If I…so I don’t even though sometimes I want to.”

Ash nods, running her hand up and down his arm. Jake looks into her eyes. She expects to see hurt and shame, but it’s just pure adoration.

“You can stay here, hermosa. I don’t scare easily.”

“Can we try tomorrow? It’s just all a lot right now.”

Jake kisses the back of her hand and nods. “Get some sleep. Do you want to get breakfast or order room service?”

“I’ll let you know in the morning, okay?”

Ash gives him a kiss before leaving. She has a dreamless deep sleep once her head hits the mattress.

For two people who have not dated anyone exclusively in their adult lives (or ever really), it’s difficult to navigate at first. Mostly because neither of them brings up the “what are we conversation” since they’re busy ridding the earth of predators and murderers.

The waitress in San Diego does her best to charm and flirt with Jake. Ash does her best to keep her laughter down. She understands. Oh, does she understand, but Jake barely speaks to her other than thanking her. He’s on Ash the minute they enter the hotel room and she rides him like it’s his last night on earth.

“Our waitress liked you.” She kisses his sweaty chest.

“Hmm.” His fingers move through her hair.

“You didn’t notice?” She moves up his neck.

“No,” he says with a curt shake of his head. He tilts her jaw up to look at him. “I just want you, hermosa.”

“Are you saying you want to be my boyfriend, Jake Lockley?” She teases. She knows it’s childish but if he rejects her, she can laugh it off.

“I do.” Jake doesn’t laugh or smile. “I’m all yours, princesa.”

“Right back at you.” Ash leans forward and kisses him.

They have almost two years together while she keeps away from Marc and Steven. It’s hard to see two people who look just like Jake but have no idea who she is. He’s the one who is most hidden, so she doesn’t get as much time with him as she’d like. Still, he always makes it up to her.

Jake receives a request from Khonshu and Sekhmet for a solo mission in Pittsburgh. They don’t want him to tell her. He does the job and tracks her to Michigan. He can’t hide it the minute he sees her face. It spills out of him. She doesn’t say a word. She just sits with her hands on her knees.

“Are you upset I didn’t tell you? Sekhmet was worried—"

“Did he suffer?” Ash stands in front of him.

“Yes.” Jake nods. She places his hands on her waist.

“Good.” Ash rests her head on his shoulder.

“He won’t hurt you or anyone else ever again, mi vida.” Jake rubs her back.

Ash sighs and buries her face in his neck until her lungs are full of him. The tension in her shoulders relaxes as a wave of relief washes over her. She doesn’t have to look over her shoulder for him anymore. It’s hard to describe and she wouldn’t be able to articulate it, but what she does know is that she is safe with Jake.

Khonshu wants her to be more involved with Marc and Steven. Ash isn’t sure about that. She doesn’t want to make it strange for Jake.

“Steven will adore you.”

“But Marc isn’t gonna like me.”

“He’ll warm up to you.”

“This isn’t weird for you? I know you’re…protective of them.”

“Yes, but you keep us safe even when I’m not with you. I trust you more than anyone in this world. They deserve to know you too. Just remember who fucks you best, hermosa.” Jake winks.

“Okay, calm down. It’s not gonna go that far. Marc is married.” Ash winds her arms around his neck.

“To your former lover. Sounds sexy to me. I think I know of a porno that starts like that.” Jake runs his hands over the curve of her ass.

“And Steven—”

“Is going to lose his mind over you.”

“Shut up.”

“You show up in that tight skirt. He won’t know what to do with himself.” He squeezes a handful of her ass.

“I think someone is projecting.” Ash rolls her eyes.

When Wendy dies, Ash follows Steven from Chicago to their London flat. She peeks in the window first and hears the knife hitting the cutting board with swift precision, so she goes around to the door. Steven prefers to bake and Marc doesn’t have a lot of flair like this.

Jake opens the door and pulls her into his arms.

“I’m here now, baby. I’m here.” She squeezes him tight.

Present Day

“Hermosa…” Jake growls, pinning her hands above her head and pushing her further up the mattress. He sucks and bites the thin skin of her collarbone leaving a mark Sekhmet will heal before morning.

“Fuck!” She cries out, dragging her nails down his back. Every thrust punches that spot deep inside her sending her soaring into oblivion.

Jake follows soon after and collapses on top of her. He chuckles pressing his face into the valley of her breasts. He kisses the skin and moves up her neck where he mouths over the mark he left.

“You’re all cuddles when you’re fucked out.” Ash looks at him.

“Those gorgeous lips say the dirtiest things.” His thumb traces her full lower lip.

“Yeah? And you love it.” She nips at the pad of his thumb.

“I do” He pulls his hand back and cradles her jaw.

Jake is always tender after sex as if the demon had been exorcised. His fingers drag through her dark hair.

“Rest.”

“But—”

“I’ll be here when you wake up. Rest. You’re going to need it. Not done with you yet.”

She giggles and closes her eyes as he strokes her hair.

It feels like only moments later when his palms run over the love bites he’s left on her neck and chest. It stirs her awake which is exactly what he wants.

“This body.” He drags his mouth down her neck making her sigh. He smiles and looks up at her. “Your breasts.” His calloused hands cup the flesh feeling the heavy weight in his hand before continuing his journey south. “Your stomach.” They drop to her thighs to trace his handiwork. “Your thighs.”

Ash watches him.

“Steven. Marc. They don’t know what this body needs. Maybe Layla.”

“Don’t be jealous.”

“I’m not. I had to make sure they were taking care of you.” He nudges her legs open with his knee.

Ash laughs. “How thoughtful, Mr. Lockley.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, mi vida. I was talking to her.” His fingertips trace her opening ever so slightly. “You know I can’t deny my favorite pussy. Not when she wants me so badly.”

“J-Jake.” She bites her lip and rolls her hips seeking more of his touch. He’s right. Her body is aching but she needs him to fuck her senseless. How does he get her so hot so fast?

“My goddess. First time I tasted her, I was addicted.” He opens her legs wider and his eyes darken. His face is inches from where she wants him. He inhales deeply nudging her entrance with his nose. His fingers slip inside her and she throws her head back. “Look how she swallows my fingers. It feels so good, doesn’t it, my pretty kitty?”

“Ohh.” Her eyes roll into the back of her head.

She loves it when he talks dirty. His head is between her thighs as he whispers more filthy praise against her skin. She whimpers at how quickly the fire is stoked in her stomach.

“That’s it. Ride my fingers. Go on, kitty. Go on.”

Her hand tugs at her hair. It’s too much too soon. Then she feels his tongue. So hot. So wet. Her heart skips. “Jake, baby. Jake.”

His dark eyes flick up watching the way she grips the sheets and whines his name. She’s writhing engulfed by pleasure. She’s just drowning in it. Fuck! She gasps when he twists his fingers and the tightened coil snaps. Her hands move from the sheets to his curls. She pulls a little too hard and his moan vibrates into her skin. She cries out.

Ash barely catches her breath when he tips her on her side and moves his body behind her. He squeezes the round globes of her ass. She lets out a breathy moan.

“Such an amazing ass, too, hermosa.”

She turns her head and their eyes meet. She reaches back and takes hold of him. Her thumb teasing his tip ever so slightly. He growls low in his throat.

“Need you inside me, Jake.” She knows how whiny she sounds but she doesn’t care.

“You need my cock?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Jake…”

“Say it, princesa.”

She lets go of him and hears him huff when she turns her head away. Her hand swipes through her folds collecting the wetness. It takes everything she has not to get herself off with her fingers. She coats his length and he hisses. Their eyes meet again. She smirks.

“I need your cock.”

He smiles devilishly.

Jake uses her hand to guide him. The familiar stretch is everything. He’s so thick and so much better than her fingers. She clasps the back of his neck for leverage. Her hips are desperate to meet his rhythm. She chants his name feeling the tension building again. She can hear his skin slapping against hers.

“That what you wanted?”

“Yes.”

“Take me so well. You love it, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes. Mmm. ‘Cause you fuck me so good. So good, baby.”

He growls peering down over her shoulder.

“Look how these tits bounce for me. Who fucks you best?”

Before she can answer, she feels the drag of him hit that spot inside her and she gasps.

“There?” Jake chuckles against her shoulder as she moans wantonly each time he drives into her. “That’s your spot, hermosa? Right there?”

“Mmm.”

“Who fucks you best?”

“Y-You! Jake, please.”

“Gotta give my goddess what she needs. Come for me, goddess. Come.” He grabs a handful of her ass.

She clamps down on him and he bites her shoulder. She screams too full to speak. Her body flutters around him and he fucks her right through it. His hand cups her large breast playing with the flesh until it’s taut and the other disappears in between her legs. Her head lolls back and he chuckles. She loves being a spitfire in bed, but Jake has the ability to tame her until she’s boneless and pliant to his will. He knows how hard that is for her—to give up control—and he’s never taken advantage of it.

His hot mouth leaves kisses on her neck and shoulder in time with his thrusts. His pace is rough and she’s in heaven. Everything he’s ever wanted to say he says with his body. He’s right. He knows how to worship her.

When they’re done, they’re wrapped up in each other, just breathing and gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I can’t believe they took you from me.” His dark eyes are hard and angry. He wishes he could’ve had more time to destroy Harrow.

“They took you too.” She doesn’t hide the tears swimming in her brown eyes.

Jake pulls her into his chest as she cries. She doesn’t know what she would do if he didn’t come back. She doesn’t want to think about it. He’s the only one who knows her completely. They see each other. The same piece of a ripped tapestry.

“I couldn’t even grieve you, mi vida. But I am so grateful they brought you back to me.” He kisses her hair.

She tips her head up and sees the tears in his eyes. She leans forward and kisses him.

“I love you.” Jake cups her face in his hands. “I love you so much, hermosa.”

“I love you, Jake.” Ash presses her mouth to his. He kisses her back slowly before running his thumb over her cheekbone.

She sighs, closing her eyes, and tucks her head under his chin.

“That’s my girl.” She feels the pads of his fingers make shapes on her skin as he hums a song she doesn’t know.

“What’s that?”

“A Spanish song about a man in love with a beautiful woman he cannot have.”

“Hmm. Why?”

“He is poor.”

“Wow, she sounds like a bitch.”

Jake laughs and she feels the vibrations echo through her skin. Ash smiles into his chest.

“Want me to stop?”

“Nope.”

Jake is very musical. It’s something they bonded over right away.

“If I said ‘pussy put his ass to sleep now he’s calling me NyQuil.’ What would you say?”

“Why are you singing Anaconda?”

“Just testing you.”

“Remember Miami? It played in the bathroom.”

“Ohh yeah.” Ash grins.

On the plane, Jake never lets go of her hand. They’ve agreed that he will tell the others about him soon. He doesn’t want her to have to lie anymore. They trust her now and he doesn’t want to ruin that. Ash looks out the window.

“Who asked out Steven’s co-worker?”

“Hmm?” Jake is glad she’s not looking at him or she’d see him smile.

“He had that dinner with the steak?” Ash can’t remember the name.

“He did?” Jake feigns ignorance.

“It was you! You were jealous.” Her eyes narrow at him.

“What about the woman at the club? In the bathroom?” He challenges her.

“Oh, I just did that to fuck with Marc. She got sick and I helped her.” Ash rolls her eyes.

“Such a wild thing you are.” Jake kisses her neck. “You minx.”

They get back to London without Marc or Steven being any the wiser. Ash secures the ankle restraint and checks her phone. She isn’t quite sure what the point of it is now but it’s what they want. Layla texted her she wouldn’t be back for two more days. She has a small mission with Taweret and wanted the guys to rest. Ash couldn’t go because of Harrow. She types back quickly and stares at the aquarium. Pets aren’t her thing. Or permanent addresses. Any kind of roots. Jake is never constant, so he doesn’t count. She wanders over to Steven’s desk and looks out the window.

Sekhmet gathers her hair at the nape of her neck. Ash can feel her nails on her shoulder.

“I’m glad you have people to care for you. I am.” She purrs.

“For now.” She chuckles, trying to hide the crack in her voice.

“I have a feeling. Trust me like you have. All will be well. I love you, my kitten.”

“I love you, my goddess.” She whispers and blinks the tears out of her eyes.

“Whatcha doin’, angel?”

“Talking to Sekhmet.”

She turns her head and sees Steven looking at her with such wonder. It’s completely different than Jake’s devotion. She doesn’t know how to handle it. Steven’s worship. Layla’s warmth. Marc’s protection. She isn’t sure she deserves any of it but she wants to bask in it all the same.

“C’mere. Fore I wake up and you’ve run off.”

“I’m not running.” She crawls into bed next to him.

“Not used to being an indoor cat?” Marc teases. She’s going to have to get used to how quickly they switch now.

“Something like that.” She brushes a stray curl away from their forehead.

“Don’t worry. We won’t make you too domestic.” Marc pulls her to them by the waist. She rests her head on their chest. Their calloused hand threads through her hair and her body finally relaxes. Steven speaks up again.

“Thanks for paying off the damages.”

“Hm? I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”

Steven laughs and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Donna left a nasty message about how just cause it’s paid doesn’t mean I can get my job back.”

Ash looks up at him. “I’m gonna get her. I’ll—”

“I know, dove. No need. I’m very content right here.”

“What if you went back to school? Got a PhD?”

“I’ve thought about it before. Think I could do it?”

“I know you could. Put that big beautiful brain to work.”

“I got something else for you that’s big.” His face gets hot as soon as the words leave his mouth. She giggles.

“Mmm. That so?”

Ash lifts her head and cups his face pulling him into a kiss. It doesn’t take long before the clothes are on the floor and Ash uses the ankle restraint to her advantage teasing them both until even Steven snaps as she rubs her folds over their tip for the eighth time without letting them fully inside.

“Please!”

She gives in and lowers herself down. Her body hasn’t fully recovered from her time with Jake or she’d keep it up. Instead, she waits a moment feeling a slight ache before taking them in fully. She grips their shoulders and bounces on top of them.

“Slow down.” Marc hisses and grabs her hips. She doesn’t listen. They flip her over and she sees Steven smiling at her and stroking her hair.

“We’re not in a rush, yeah? So be good.”

“What if I wanna be bad?” Ash pouts. She’s not used to them calling the shots—especially not together. She tilts her hips up and they groan. Teeth graze her earlobe and her legs get pulled around their waist taking them in deeper. She sighs.

“Behave.” Marc’s back.

She’s starting to get a better idea from how they kiss and what sounds they make who is fronting. They keep switching clearly becoming even more comfortable with one another. Their large hand stills her hips when she tries to move faster to chase her high.

“With us, with us, honey.” Marc whispers against her throat.

“S’close.” She bites her lip. It’s not even her fault this time.

“I know, angel. We’ll get you there. Just a bit more.” Steven pleads before peppering kisses down the column of her neck to her collarbone. His fingers are still learning and tentatively circle her bundle of nerves. “Here, darling?”

“Y-Yes.” Ash closes her eyes. “A little faster.”

Steven obeys and she feels her stomach drop. It’s exactly what she wants.

She grabs the ample flesh of their ass causing their hips to buck forward. She cries out feeling pleasure rocket through her body. Their thrusts fall out of rhythm and become sloppy. One last thrust and she feels their warmth flooding her.

“Was that okay?” Steven asks, looking down at her.

“Great. You?” Her hand moves down their back.

“Bloody hell, yeah.” Steven laughs.

“Marc?”

“Perfect, honey.”

“Do you think Layla will be upset we did this without her?”

“Not our fault she’s away. We’ll just have to make it up to her when she gets back.”

She stays with them another moment before she feels that restlessness growing.

“Okay.” She sighs. “Off, boys.”

“You mean we can’t stay inside you all night?” Marc arches an eyebrow.

“That a kink of yours?” She raises an eyebrow of her own.

“Let’s find out.” Marc kisses her fiercely. “Just stay like this until we’re hard again and then fuck you all night.”

Ash bites back a whine at how delicious that sounds. Unfortunately, it’s not going to happen.

“I have to pee, so no.”

They roll off of her and she gets up. Inside the bathroom, finally, alone, she lets out a slow breath.

“Can I use your shower?” She calls out.

“‘Course. Fresh towels in the cupboard.” Steven answers back.

“Thanks.”

She takes a deep breath. She isn’t used to being around people all the time. Except for Jake, she’s spent these past three years on her own. It’s going to take some getting used to. She sighs letting the water hit her tired body. It feels good. Part of her wants to stay in here. She shakes her head. She can’t. She finishes her nighttime routine and comes back to bed.

They’re fiddling with a Rubik’s cube and wearing sweatpants. The cube is discarded on the shelf at the sight of her. Steven greets her with open arms and she can’t help but throw herself into them. His light is infectious. Ash smiles.

“You look like a painting.” Steven murmurs.

“What?” Ash nearly laughs.

“Former Gift shop-ist at British Museum, yeah? Seen a lot of art. Compared to you? Michelangelo. da Vinci. Woulda lost their minds.”

“Didn’t da Vinci and Michelangelo do like…religious paintings?” She scoffs, skeptical.

“Why you think I call you ‘angel’?” Steven kisses her hair. “You’re heavenly.”

Her throat tightens and she doesn’t know what to say.

“Just gonna have to keep tellin’ ya until you believe me.” Steven strokes her back.

She buries her face in their chest. She prays they don’t hear her sniffle or feel her tears.

“You okay?” Marc asks softly.

“Mmm. Yeah. Indoor cat stuff.” She lifts her head up but keeps her eyes closed. She can’t look at them, especially not Marc. It’s too familiar. It really is like looking in the mirror sometimes.

“I know.” Marc wipes the tear off her cheek.

“Oh, dove, I didn’t mean to—it’s a good thing, I promise. Please, don’t be upset. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Steven frowns.

“You didn’t.” She finally opens her eyes. “I promise. You’re perfect. Both of you.”

She lifts her head and gives them a tender kiss. They’re both so beautiful. She pulls back.

“We should sleep.” Marc nods, brushing a hand over her head. “Do you wanna stay?”

“Mhmm.” Ash breezes her mouth over the skin peeking out from their sweatshirt and inhales their smell. A thought pops into her head. “Steven?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Do you know who Shaggy is?”

“Er…”

“Singer from the 90’s.”

“Was he the one like ‘girl, you’re my angel, you’re my darlin’ angel’?” Steven sings awkwardly.

“Yes!” Ash lifts her head off their chest and points her finger.

“Yeah. Why?” Steven laughs.

“Marc doesn’t know that song.” Ash raises her eyebrows.

“Seriously?” Steven pulls a face.

“Okay, enough. We’re going to bed.” Marc huffs.

“Now it’s in my head.” Steven pouts.

“Girl, you’re my friend when I’m in need.” Ash sings while Steven bobs his head back and forth.

“You two need to stop it.” Marc warns.

Ash rests her head back on their chest and smiles.

Steven and Marc wake up alone to their great disappointment. Maybe Ash wasn’t ready for a full sleepover yet. Before either of them can say anything, the door opens. Ash balances two coffee cups on top of each other and has a paper bag under her arm.

“Took me for-fucking-ever to get a beyond patty. Went to three stores.” She hands them the cup and the bag.

“Thank you.” Steven smiles.

Ash slides in next to them. She sees the shock on Marc’s face.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” She giggles.

“I’ll show you tongue.” Marc puts the cup on the nightstand and pinches her side. He caresses her jaw and kisses her. He licks his way into her mouth but then she sucks on his tongue before he can do anything else. His loud groan echoes through the flat.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Ash smirks.

No, this isn’t so bad. It’s more than she’s ever had before.

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