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dilly-oh · 4 years

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Sleep With Me

Kakashi is woken up from a dead sleep at three in the morning by an urgent text from Genma.

EMERGENCY!!, it says. He quickly sits up, a spike of panic shocking him fully awake as he’s dosed with adrenaline. He stares at his phone, anxiously waiting for the flashing dots to spell out: WE NEED CONDOMS, STAT!

Fucking Genma. He lies back down.

Another text. YOU OWE ME FOR WATCHING THE DOGS.

...Fucking Genma. Kakashi gets up.

GET A BOX OF CONDOMS, Genma adds as Kakashi tugs on his boots. He shudders at the reasoning behind it. What the hell were he and Raido up to at three in the fucking morning, a sex marathon? Were they trying for the world record? Whatever, he just needs to stumble down the street to one of the nearby convenience stores and buy a box of condoms. Genma lives a few floors down so he can drop them off at the door before crawling back up the stairs and collapsing into his bed. His wonderfully soft, cozy bed.

He hopes it’ll still be warm by the time he gets back.

It’s way past midnight and all the respectable convenience stores are closed, so Kakashi has to bite the bullet and settle on the least-skuzzy of all the skuzzy 24-hour shops, the one on the corner with the cracked window and perpetual smell of urine. There’s a hobo by the dumpster outside, but he’s busy arguing with a pigeon so Kakashi is able to sidle around him and approach the front entrance, a bell tinkling rather sadly above his head. The hum of the fluorescent lights should be added to the list of known torture methods, and Kakashi does his best to ignore the incessant buzz as he walks along the poorly-lit aisles, trying to find the item in question so he can leave before he catches something.

The condom section of this store is disturbingly well-stocked, and Kakashi spends a good five minutes uncertain on which brand and variety to buy. He has an internal debate on whether to buy ‘ribbed’ or ‘studded’, unsure of the difference or which Raido would prefer. He finally settles on one of the flavored variety, cherry, because who doesn’t like cherries, right? He grabs the box and heads to the front.

Standing in line with the other half-awake zombies, Kakashi yawns, his jaw creaking spectacularly. It really is late and he’s looking forward to kicking down Genma’s door, whipping the box of condoms at him, turning his phone off, and going the fuck back to sleep. He peeks impatiently over the shoulder of the man in front of him to see how close he is to the register-

Oh. God. Oh GOD.

The cashier is hot. He’s smoking hot and Kakashi hasn’t brushed his hair all day and has bad breath and bags under his eyes and a box of condoms in his hands.

OH GOD.

Long, luscious hair pulled back into a low ponytail, dark eyes with even darker lashes, and that TAN. Is it natural? Is he that toasty…all over? Fuck, he can see muscles flexing beneath his shirt when he moves, he’s fucking ripped. Abort. ABORT. There is absolutely no way Kakashi is going to greet this ethereal being of his wicked fantasies with a box of fucking condoms in his hands. But it’s already too late, the customer in front has been dealt with and the hot cashier has spotted him next in line and is waving him over, fuck, SHIT, he’s screwed. He’s made eye contact, there’s no backing out of this now. Fight or flight instincts take over, and Kakashi isn’t about to be arrested for stealing a box of condoms. Taking a deep breath, he strides forward with all the confidence he can muster and slaps the box of jumbo-sized, cherry-flavored condoms onto the counter, refusing to show any hint of shame.

The cashier (his name-tag reads ‘Iruka’ and is a million times hotter up close) looks down at the box, blinks, and looks back up at him.

“…So who are you buying these for?”

Kakashi’s brain shorts out for a moment.

Did he just… He wonders, his sleep-deprived brain slow in catching the veiled insult. Aloud, he answers, “I…they…they’re…for me. To wear when I- you know. With...you know.” He trails off lamely, wondering if he should attempt to elaborate more or just die right here.

“I’d rather not, actually.” ‘Iruka’ eyes him for another beat, then picks up the box, frowning at it. “You know, I’m pretty sure we have extra small on the shelf back there, too,” he suggests. “Might be a snugger fit.”

“No, thank you,” Kakashi replies, struggling to maintain a modicum of politeness. Because, you know, hot cashier. Though he is being a bit of a dick.

“Alright, just remember there’s a thirty-day return policy. I’m sure you’ll be needing it.”

Okay, scratch that. He’s being a huge dick.

If this guy wasn’t such a fox I’d pop him one, Kakashi thinks to himself, fuming inwardly. …Instead of popping one-

Finally moving on, Iruka swipes the box over the scanner with no reaction.

“Huh.” He frowns and tries again. Still no beep. “That’s funny. Just a sec.” He leans over towards a small, black object-

Oh God. Please no.

“PRICE CHECK ON THE JUMBO-SIZED CONDOMS,” Iruka says into the microphone, his distorted voice blaring through the store for all to hear. “CHERRY FLAVORED-”

Kakashi lunges forward and grabs the mic, the feed cutting off with a high-pitched squeal.

“Do you really have to-” he hisses out.

“If you want your cough-syrup flavored DICK, YES,” Iruka hisses back, yanking the microphone away from him.

“Hey, I like cherry!”

“Cherry is disgusting. Your opinion doesn’t matter.”

“Okay, dude, you’re being really rude to me for no reason-”

“No reason?!” The cashier all but bares his teeth at him. “I could feel you eyeing me from across the store! Don’t you think I get enough of that from the rest of the creeps?”

...He has a point there.

“Look, I’m sorry, it’s not like I asked for your number-”

“Good, because the only numbers you’re getting from me is on your receipt,” Iruka snaps, shoving his purchase in a plastic bag. “That’ll be $19.86.”

“Okay, fine, Christ,” Kakashi takes out a twenty and whips it at his head. “Keep the change.” He snatches up the condoms and storms out of the store. The hobo is still there by the dumpster, babbling on. Kakashi stops, fishes in his pocket for a moment, and hands the man a five.

“Here, have a better night than me,” he bites out. The hobo gasps with delight as he takes the crumpled bill, eyes going wide.

“We feast tonight, Fitzgerald!” he cackles, grinning at the pigeon, which is now perched on his knee and cooing.

Kakashi starts down the street, the bag of condoms bumping against his knee with every angry stride.

“Hey!” A voice barks out from behind him, but he ignores it, intent on sulking. “Hey, you! Cherry dick!” Kakashi stops and looks back.

The hot cashier is running down the road after him, breath steaming in the night. He catches up, panting lightly, his cheeks flushed from the cold as much as the run. He glances up to meet Kakashi’s gaze.

“…Hey,” Iruka says quietly, flashing him an apologetic look before dropping his eyes to the ground. “Um.” He fiddles with the zipper on his jacket for a moment. “I just got off, and… look, man, I’m sorry about back there. I didn’t mean to be such an asshole. It’s just…I was late this morning cuz my car wouldn’t start, and then my stupid co-worker ditched me so I had to work a double shift, and when I’m tired I get bitchy. Like...real bitchy. I’m...really sorry.” He groans in exhaustion, reaching up to free his hair from its constricting ponytail, scrubbing his scalp with relief. It’s an endearing action that cools Kakashi’s irritation and heats up other things. “I mean, it’s past midnight, for God’s sake. Who’s still up at this hour? I just wanna go home and pass the fuck out in bed.”

Kakashi knows exactly what that’s like.

“I’ve been there,” he says. “It’s fine. Sorry for...ogling you.”

“S’okay.” Iruka looks up at him, hopeful and shy. “Listen. Maybe we could…try this again? During the daytime, when we’re both fully rested?”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Kakashi replies, his voice completely calm while his brain is a litany of high-pitched screeches.

“Yeah?” Iruka’s whole face lights up, and holy FUCK he’s a billion times hotter when he’s smiling. Dear God. How is he going to survive this? He'll probably die when he sees him in the light of day. “Are you free tomorrow? For lunch?”

“Make it a late lunch,” Kakashi agrees, nodding. “I’ll probably sleep in.”

“God, me too,” Iruka snorts, and even that’s hot. “There’s this nice cafe that- oh, wait.” His face drops. “Those, um, cough-syrup- I mean, cherry-flavored condoms…are they for… anyone special?”

Anyone special? What is he talking abo- Oh. Ohhhh.

“They aren’t for me,” Kakashi explains quickly. “I was...there isn’t…I’m not…” He shrugs helplessly. “I’m just doing a favor for a friend.”

“...A friend who needs a box of condoms at three in the morning?”

“Don’t ask.”

“I won’t.” Iruka lets out a long sigh and rubs his eyes wearily. “Anyway, I need to be heading home. Ugh, it’s gonna take, like, an hour to walk back to my apartment, none of the buses run this late and I don’t have the cash for a cab. Maybe if I hurry I can-”

“Sleep with me,” Kakashi blurts out before he can stop himself. He can almost see Iruka’s hackles go up. “I mean, like, actual sleeping, no sex stuff. Not that I wouldn’t want to do that with you, you’re fucking gorgeous, it’s just I’m way too tired-” He cuts off his babbling, unsettled by Iruka’s stoney silence. “I’m just saying I live, like, five minutes away and I thought since it’s closer, maybe you’d appreciate-” Iruka’s still not talking. He’s probably about to kick Kakashi in the dick and run. “I, uh, promise I’m not an ax murderer or anything. You can take a pic of me and send it to your friends to let them know you’re sleeping with me-”

“I’m sure they won’t at all take that the wrong way,” Iruka states, finally speaking. He studies Kakashi for a moment longer. “...Yeah okay I’ll sleep with you. My standards are low enough right now.” He pauses to snicker. “Look at me, sleeping with a guy whose name I don’t even know. It’s like college all over again.”

“Oh, sorry. I’m Kakashi.”

“Iruka.”

“I know, I saw your name-tag. So, wait. You’re not worried I’ll try something?” he asks cautiously. Iruka scoffs.

“I know jiu-jitsu. Touch me and I’ll throw you through a wall.”

That would explain the muscles. And Kakashi’s desire to be pinned by him.

“I have eight dogs,” he warns.

“They’ll make excellent feet-warmers,” Iruka says dismissively. “Do you have good pillows? I’m a stickler for good pillows, I need the support for my neck, otherwise I get stiff shoulders.”

“I have a couple memory foam ones, plus a down comforter and some quilts-”

“Oh God, yes, talk dirty to me.”

“Anyway, I get the bed, you can have the couch.”

“Screw you, I just worked a double shift. I get the bed.”

“It smells like wet dog.”

“I babysit a five-year old. I’ve smelled worse.”

“Okay, fine. We share the bed, but I get the right side.”

“That’s not fair, I want the right side.”

“You can have the right side if you cook us breakfast tomorrow. Or lunch, rather. I’m not getting up till noon.”

“I’ll cook, but you have to clean up. Deal?”

“Deal.”

They shake on it, firmly sealing the agreement, and head off down the road together.

They don’t let go.

(Written for @kakairu-fest Nine Weeks of Summer, Week Two Prompt: Shop AU)

#kakairu fest #kakairu #hatake kakashi #umino iruka #naruto #shop au #nine weeks of summer #fanfic #modern au #humor #what did i even write #rated teen for swearing #and condoms i guess #lots of condoms #sleeping together #literally

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half-bakedboy · 5 years

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No Need to Hide

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It was rare that Andrew had the opportunity to spend time with Alec outside of shadowhunter duties. On the limited occasions he would visit New York, it was usually an emergency, leaving them very little time to ‘hang out’. When Alec accepted the Inquisitor position and moved to Alicante, Andrew figured their relationship would stray. What he never expected was to be sitting at the Hunter’s Moon with an increasingly drunk Inquisitor inquiring about his love life.

“So, Underhill, or is it Andrew now?” Alec slurred, slamming his beer on the table. “No, Underhill! I have a serious question for you that I’ve always wondered,” he continued. Andrew tilted his head, intrigued by this new blatant side to Alec obviously brought on by the alcohol consumption.

“Go for it, Alexander.” Alec opened his mouth like he was about to speak, but instead widened his eyes at the use of his full name. Andrew couldn’t stop the laughter from bursting from his lips as he patted Alec on the shoulder.

“It’s so weird when someone besides my husband says it. Hah! My husband,” Alec sighed, taking another long sip from his drink. He shook his head in an attempt to get himself back on track before looking seriously at Andrew. “I want to know what Lorenzo’s warlock mark is,” Alec said casually. Andrew gaped at Alec, looking around to see if anyone else was listening. When he saw that most other patrons were busy in their own conversations, he leaned a bit closer to Alec. At this point, he was pretty sure the alcohol had taken over his right mind as he started to respond to Alec.

“Well, he has…” Andrew cut himself off, pushing Alec’s shoulder a bit rougher than he intended causing the other man to topple over onto the booth seat next to him. Alec laughed loudly, causing a few people to look their way. When they saw the Inquisitor, they quickly reverted their attention. “No! Not fair. You tell me first,” he countered, pulling Alec back up off the booth so they were shoulder to shoulder again. Andrew didn’t care that he sounded like a child. Alec chuckled, a small blush finding its way to his cheeks much to Andrew’s surprise.

“Magnus has cat eyes,” Alec started, his gaze wandering to the table in front of them. “They’re this… Incredible golden color with slits in the center.” Andrew saw Alec’s demeanor change as he talked about his husband’s mark. When he said no more, Andrew leaned forward, trying to read his eyes.

“What are you not telling me?” Andrew asked, gulping down the last of his drink before gesturing to the waitress for two more. When Alec stayed silent, Andrew inquired further. “When did he first show you his mark?” Alec’s silence intrigued Andrew even further and the way Alec was twiddling his thumbs caused Andrew to lean closer. “Alec, c’mon. It can’t be more embarrassing then when Lorenzo showed me,” he added in an attempt to convince Alec to give him more information. Alec looked up at Andrew as if he was deciding what to say next.

“Magnus would kill me for telling you this, but fuck it!” Alec exclaimed. He leaned closer to Andrew, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “The first time we… Well, I kind of attacked Magnus when I was ready to have sex with him,” Alec said nonchalantly, earning a laugh from Andrew who attempted to stifle it with a sip of his drink. Alec rolled his eyes, leaning back against the booth. “When we were about to, you know, get more into it, he pulled away really quickly. And that’s when he showed me his eyes. He lost control and couldn’t hide his mark around me.” Alec sighed at the memory, leaning his head back onto the booth now, letting the memories and the alcohol overtake him as his eyes closed. Andrew grabbed at Alec’s phone once he realized the other man had passed out and dialed Magnus’ number. He heard the click as Magnus answered, but before he could speak, Andrew started.

“Magnus! Hey! It’s Andrew. Underhill. Andrew Underhill. You know, the Head of Security at the New York Institute? Well, I’m with Alec and he’s alright, he’s cool, but I think he’s had a liiiiiiittle too much to drink and he’s currently sleeping in our booth at Hunter’s Moon.” Andrew glanced over to make sure Alec was still sleeping and nodded firmly as if Magnus could see him. “He’s definitely sleeping, so I figured you should pick him up. I’m gonna walk back to the Institute,” he slurred a bit at the word which did not go unnoticed to Magnus. Andrew heard a subtle sigh behind the phone.

“Andrew, would you mind staying with Alec until I can get there? I wouldn’t want him to be alone…” Magnus added, a casual tone to his voice. Andrew nodded into the phone, laughing at himself when he realized Magnus couldn’t see him.

“I’ll wait right here…” He trailed off, letting his phone fall to the table as his eyes closed.

*************

Andrew woke to the delicious smell of Lorenzo’s cologne. He couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips as he leaned into the warmth beside him.

“I didn’t call you,” Andrew slurred, his eyes struggling to open. “I called Magnus, I think.” Once he could open his eyes fully, he saw Alec draped around Magnus and laughed at the sight of the Inquisitor drunkenly attempting to flirt with his husband. Andrew turned his head, finally getting a glimpse of his boyfriend. He reached out a hand to run his fingers along the rich brown hair, twisting the ponytail in his grip. Lorenzo smiled, attempting to pull Andrew off of the booth only to be met with resistance.

“Andrew, I think it’s time we get you h-- Back to my house. Alright?” Andrew shrugged, letting his boyfriend bare his weight as he led him outside. Lorenzo moved them to the alley, lifting his hands to conjure a portal. Andrew noticed the small scales that shimmered across the warlocks hands and before he could think about it, he reached out and grabbed them. Lorenzo hissed in surprise, glamouring his mark immediately. Andrew groaned in frustration, shaking Lorenzo’s hand like that would make the scales appear again. Lorenzo let out a laugh which only increased Andrew’s frustration.

“Why do you always hide them? I like them! They’re… scaly,” Andrew explained lamely. Lorenzo sighed, conjuring a portal in front of them before reaching out and pulling Andrew through. Andrew collapsed onto the couch, sleep taking over immediately.

*************

When Andrew awoke, his head was pounding and a wave of nausea washed over him. He reached towards the bedside table for his phone and saw a glass of water with a note underneath it. Drink up. It was signed with Lorenzo’s signature smiley face and Andrew immediately felt his tension fall away from his shoulders. Andrew shook his head with a chuckle and took a large gulp before leaning back against his pillow. He glanced at Lorenzo who was snoring softly in his sleep. With every twitch of his nose, a small wave of scales would expose itself. Andrew stared in admiration, letting his fingers ghost over Lorenzo’s cheek as they appeared. They disappeared when Lorenzo’s eyes opened slowly, a small smile on his lips.

“How are you feeling?” Lorenzo asked huskily, his voice scratchy with sleep. Andrew leaned down to place a small kiss on his boyfriend’s lips, savoring the softness he was lucky to wake up to each morning.

“The water helped,” Andrew said, brushing a strand of hair away from Lorenzo’s face. “I could do without the headache, but I guess I deserve it.” Lorenzo stroked his hand over Andrew’s forehead, a light orange glow emanating from his palm. Andrew felt the dull ache in his head disappear and sighed softly. “Thank you,” he whispered, taking Lorenzo’s hand in his own. Lorenzo sighed with him and closed his eyes. He pushed himself up slightly so he was leaning back against the headboard. He glanced at Andrew and the other man caught the look of concern in his eyes. At Andrew’s inquisitive eyebrow raise, Lorenzo sighed again.

“You said something last night…” Andrew closed his eyes, audibly gulping as he was hoping Lorenzo wouldn’t bring it up.

“I know and I’m sorry. I know you’re insecure about your mark and I shouldn’t push you but Alec was being so drunkenly honest and…” All of a sudden, Lorenzo placed a hand over Andrew’s mouth, effectively cutting him off.

“I’m not trying to keep it away from you. Yes, I’m insecure about them, but I don’t make a point to hide them from you only.” Andrew nodded his understanding, leaning his head onto Lorenzo’s shoulder. “Out of curiosity, what was Alec honest with you about?” Andrew wasn’t one to blush, but as he thought back to last night and the jealousy that surged through him when Alec spoke about Magnus’ eyes, he couldn’t help it. When Lorenzo glanced down at him, he seemed surprised by the redness on Andrew’s cheeks.

“I don’t know if I should tell you. He was really drunk, Ren…” Andrew trailed off at the stern look on Lorenzo’s face. Rolling his eyes, he shoved his face into Lorenzo’s chest before mumbling. “The only reason Alec knows about Magnus’ mark is because he lost control when they… You know… For the first time.” He felt Lorenzo’s laughter before he heard it so he pulled his head off his chest and stared at his boyfriend. “Why is that funny?” Andrew asked, a bit offended at the laughter. He had thought it was cute and romantic, but he guessed they had different standards of romance.

“You’re jealous,” Lorenzo said through his laughter. He attempted to pull Andrew closer to him but Andrew resisted, holding his arms out to keep Lorenzo far away.

“I am not!” Andrew yelled, but even he could hear the lie in his voice. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning against the headboard while he waited for Lorenzo’s laughter to end. When that finally happened, Lorenzo turned onto his side, reaching out to grab Andrew’s hand. Apparently he sensed the little bit of annoyance radiating from Andrew, because he sighed and placed a gentle kiss to the back of his hand

“My warlock mark is easier to hide, Andrew. You know that cliched phrase ‘the eyes are the windows to the soul’?” Andrew nodded, still not looking at Lorenzo. “Warlocks with marked eyes have a harder time controlling their mark. Our eyes are connected to our souls which our magic is controlled by. Does that make sense?” Lorenzo asked. Andrew nodded again, squeezing his hand to try and convey he was listening and understood. “I am lucky that mine only requires minimum concentration in order to glamour. That’s why I’m glamoured even when I’m sleeping.” Lorenzo raised a fisted hand to Andrew’s chin, nudging it up so he could look into Andrew’s eyes. “Even with my simple glamour, I find it so hard to control myself around you, Andrew. I’ve never felt as comfortable in my scales as I have with you. I need you to know that,” Lorenzo said softly, his voice quivering with emotion. Andrew sighed, his heart pulsing quicky at the declaration.

“I never doubted that, Ren. I’m sorry you thought I did. I just… I know I didn’t exactly react well when you showed me your mark and there’s a part of me that feels incredibly guilty. I love your scales. I love how they look, what they represent, and most importantly, I love that they are uniquely yours,” Andrew said seriously, moving his hands to cup Lorenzo’s face. “I love you, Lorenzo,” he admitted, searching Lorenzo’s eyes for any sign of panic and attempting to mask his own.

What he got instead was a wave of scales appearing over every visible inch of Lorenzo’s body. Andrew had witnessed the scales before, but something about this moment made his forget every other time. Andrew gasped softly, pulling back to take in the sight before him. The scales were a soft yellow color and Andrew could have sworn they were illuminating everything around them. Before he could stop himself, he reached out and slid a hand over Lorenzo’s chest, gasping audibly at the smooth texture. He slid his hand gently down to Lorenzo’s stomach, his breathing heavier as he took in one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. When he glanced back up to meet Lorenzo’s eyes, they were both smiling as widely as they possibly could. Andrew leaned forward and rested his forehead against Lorenzo’s, his eyes unable to close as he wanted to keep Lorenzo’s beautiful scales in view. He chuckled softly, placing a soft kiss to Lorenzo’s lips.

“If I knew telling you how I felt would get this kind of reaction, I might have done it a while ago,” Andrew joked, wrapping his arms around Lorenzo. He gasped again as their naked chests met, the scales tickling his skin lightly. This made Andrew hold him even tighter. Lorenzo kissed his head, running one hand through Andrew’s hair and tugging it softly, urging Andrew to look at him.

“I love you, too,” Lorenzo said simply. They kissed again, soft lips meeting for what felt like the first time. Andrew’s hands floated over every inch of scaled skin, basking in the sensation. He loved every aspect of Lorenzo. His glowing smile, his incredible personality, his magical skill. The way he cared for his friends and even those who didn’t deserve his love. Now, he could appreciate the love that flowed through both of them and hold it tight as long as he wanted. He held a little tighter to Lorenzo that morning and if he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

#reyhill #reyhill fic #lorenzo rey #andrew underhill #underhill #magnus bane #alec lightwood #my writing #i really hope y'all like this #jafklsjdf;asd <3 <3

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wumpusandzandii · 6 years

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Sparking the Pavement: Chapter One

TMNT Human!AU Storyline for Raphael x Stacey

Chapter One

Standing between the parts shelves, Stacey lip synced to the rock music blaring through the shop, busying herself with stocking the shelves with the parts order that had come in that day. Her brunette ponytail swung behind her, as she let herself get into the song, not worried about anyone seeing her. Mondays were slow, so it was just her and Jax, the shop owner and close friend of hers. As he worked on the bikes they currently had in the garage, it left her free to manage the storefront by herself. She'd been doing it for years, and it was really second nature by that point.

Swaying to the music, she reached above her head to put away some boxes on the top shelf. Dropping back flat on her feet, she spun on a heel and tugged her burgundy v-neck t-shirt back down over the waistband of her jeans and looked towards the front counter, only to stop abruptly. There was a man, a fairly large man, even by her standards of seeing bikers come through, standing by the counter.

Pushing the box she had been pulling parts out of to the side with the toe of her boot, she walked over cautiously, slightly unsettled. The bell on the door hadn't made a sound, and it was notoriously obnoxiously loud. Glancing around him as she made her way behind the counter, she saw that it still hung from the door. Clearing her throat, she smiled amicably, though she found his gaze intense, and his eyes a shade of amber she had never seen in person before.

"Sorry about that," she apologized, shifting her weight to one foot and stuffing her hands into her back pockets. "I didn't hear the door... how long have you been waiting?"

"Not long, but long enough to see you have a good taste in music." As she approached the desk, he stood back from leaning against the counter top, a small smirk creeping on to his scarred lips. As he watched her, he reached back with one hand to release the high ponytail of dreadlocks, shaking them out so they covered the scars of his left shoulder.

Shifting his weight from foot to foot, looking over the girl in front of him to scan the shelves for parts. Almost as if he was proud to show them off, he wore a tight fitted tank top to expose the intricate tattoos down his arms, some a little dented and warped from the scars beneath. His jeans were torn, rough and ripped and messily tucked into heavy biker boots, like everything else on him they were worn. His leather jacket however was in better condition, carefully placed on the desk in front of him.

"So uh, you gonna help me out...or just stare at me?" he said in a low tone, squinting a little as he wet his lips, sharp amber eyes looking her form up and down slowly as he noticed instantly how she seemed to be in awe.

Jumping a little as a flush crept up her chest to her face, she realized too late that she indeed had been staring, trying to take in everything about the man in front of her. There was a lot to take in, in the pleasurable sort of way, and he was a damn sight better than the old grizzlies that came in for Jackson or the skinny little boys that came in for their rice burner bikes. She bit her lip and looked back at the door, trying to distract herself from the shiver-inducing sound of his voice.

"Yeah... yeah. I was just a little surprised you made it in without making that bell ring," she explained, trying to come up with an excuse. It was the truth, just not the parts that really mattered. Trying to gain her bearings, she reverted to the humor that had always served her well. "You've got yourself some ninja skills, or something. I'm impressed. What can I help you with?"

Amused by her choice of words, he let out a deep chuckle, his eyes still locked on her. They danced along her curves, taking note of the way her hair curled in places, and the quick but delicately applied way her makeup was, and how she smiled. Her smile. "I get that a lot, it's become one of my specialties," he joked along before looking back up the shelves to browse. "...and, mufflers. The ones I had got fucked over by some asshole. What brands ya got?" Eyes falling back to hers, he raises his scarred brow at her curiously, wondering if she'd actually offer him something useless unlike most 'biker chicks' he knew of and met. "Gimme somethin' I can work with."

Dropping her elbows onto the counter and propping her chin against the base of one palm, she raised an eyebrow and gave him a little smirk. She recognized the look he was giving her, she'd seen it plenty of times over the years. However, this time it didn't bother her. Unlike most other times, there was nothing condescending about it. It looked like more of a hopeful challenge.

"Well," she started, looking him up and down again, this time blatantly 'sizing him up,' as it were. "You're obviously not in the import crowd, I'm not even gonna insult you with offering those. And if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say that you're not the sort that walked into a dealership and bought a shiny bauble off the showfloor and spend your weekends with turtle wax, keeping your trailer queen stock. Which I'd say safely puts you in the custom crowd."

"So!" Clapping one palm against the counter, she squinted and pursed her lips slightly. "I'm going to guess you're a dual exhaust kinda guy. We've got Rineharts, but if you ask me, they're too damn proud of themselves, but we get some rich schmucks that come in and buy 'em for the name. There are the Cobras, but they look pretty basic without the basic price. Bassani has some hot shit, but they're all over the map price wise. I'd recommend Vance & Hines, myself. They have some pretty wicked sets for good deals, and we just got a set of black ceramic short stacks in that are a steal." She watched him carefully, fairly certain she had hit her mark, but hoping she wasn't too far off base.

That was more than he had hoped to hear. Her confidence as she reeled off the brands was admirable, complete with the correct amount of trash talk and opinion of each one that matched his own. The way she did so with such a coy attitude however made him need to take a step back and admire her all over again. To really take in the gorgeous woman in front of him like he hadn’t fully done so in the first place. He hoped it wasn’t too obvious, timing it with when she looked to the ceiling as she drew names from her mind, but he had to let out a breathless exhale of air. She was stunning and her bike knowledge only cemented that statement.

He had to admit he was only half paying attention by the time she finished her speech, only picking up the keywords he needed to and bobbed his head to the side to acknowledge what she had said. “Damn, you know your stuff, girl...I’ll give ya that,” he chimed, giving her lopsided grin. “Ain’t just a pretty face…”

If it wasn’t enough to have her to impress him with bike talk, she went and knocked him for six with a smirk, looking up at him from under her eyelashes as she shrugged nonchalantly. “A girls gotta work, can’t let you boys all the fun now. So, what’s it gonna be, big guy?”

Quirking a brow, tilting his head at her only getting his expression mirrored back, he let out a huffed chuckle. She had fire, already sparks flying between them and he was a moth to a flame. Her eyes were deep and inviting, something about those emerald pools seemed so familiar yet refreshing and new. He didn’t let the thought linger though, forcing himself to actually retrieve the products he had come for, as much as he’d happily continue the staring stand-off he found himself in. All through the talks of different products, even when he was checking out each piece and comparing different models, he could feel her eyes drinking in every detail. It worked both ways. He let his eyes wander and even when she caught him he continued, enjoying silently the way her cheeks flushed and how she didn’t brush it off or even remotely change how she was moving and talking to him.

After taking his time with making a decision, drawing out everything he could and testing her knowledge again and again, he finally had what he wanted, including the part he came to the shop for. She must have know he was time wasting, but that grin as she took his card told him she didn’t mind one bit.

“So…” she started, ripping off the receipt and handing back his card, “...what do they call you?”

Slowly taking it from her hand, he caught her eyes again. “Raphael. Jus’ call me Raph. Full names are for when I’m in trouble,” he answered in a raspy tone, winking playfully as he put away his wallet, not leaving her gaze while he did so. “Do I get a name for you, darlin’?”

Something about Raph had her entirely beside herself, feeling like a teenager as she flirted with him. She even found herself rolling his name around curiously in her head, liking the sound of it, how it was just different, just like he was. Most guys that came through got their parts and went, some offended by having a woman at the counter, some apparently feeling it was somehow their need or right to flirt with her, even when she didn’t express one iota of interest in return. Occasionally she would flirt back, either to make the sale, and even more rare, it’d lead to a few drinks or an offer out, but always fizzled out. Nothing and no one had ever been like him, though. It was like electricity arcing between them, and neither one could look away for long.

“Stacey,” she answered, smirking and trying to get her goddamned blushing under control. “But I’ve been called trouble plenty, too.”

A deep laugh rumbled from him, his shoulders bobbing with mirth before he tossed his dreadlocks to the side. Trying mostly unsuccessfully not to stare at said muscled shoulders, she laughed as well, losing the battle with the radiant heat raising off her cheeks. “Trouble, huh,” he chuckled, folding his arms and shifting his weight to one leg. “I’m thinkin’ that might be the case.”

“I don’t try usually,” she shrugged, wetting the lips that seemed to have dried out somehow. His honey amber eyes seemed to dance with a light of their own, warmer and more inviting the happier he was. They were incredibly striking, and for some reason she found the scars on his eyebrow particularly endearing. “It just seems to find me, anyway.”

“Mmm, so it does...but somethin’ tells me you invite it...” Quirking his scarred brow, he flashed her a wink knowing damn well this woman was going to get him in trouble. It was already a game in his head, see who could wreak havoc first, but already she was winning. That glint in her eye as she looked up at him already a clear sign of her victory. He felt wrapped around her little finger and he’d only just learnt her name. “Depends, if Trouble is a tall broad man with a golden stare, then a girl just might invite it in for a drink or two…”

Hissing through his teeth, narrowing his eyes as he shook his head, he let out a low growl of approval. She was good. Too good, and that look she was giving would surely have him begging on his knees if he wasn’t so stubborn to have her begging first. “Damn, I’ll let you know if I see this guy. Sounds like a lucky man to me, darlin’...”

“Ooh, so lucky,” she purred, her smirk only growing as she watched him bite his lip at the delightful tune of her voice. Knowing he needed to leave before they started a fire between them, he reluctantly removed his eyes from her, glancing to the camera fixed in the corner close to the ceiling behind him. “I better go before you get in trouble for slackin’, girl, although I’ll be sure to check back for any other… good deals...” His eyes shamelessly looking her up and down, his head tilted a little as they reached her face again. “Catch ya later, Stacey.”

“See you around, Raphael.” Pausing to give her one final scolding look for his full name, he winked playfully before disappearing out the door and strode off down the street for his bike. He couldn’t help but keep a grin on his lips as he walked, her eyes still perfectly in his mind. She was stunning. She was beautiful. Sexy and intelligent. Sassy and witty. The perfect package, everything about her just drew him in, kept him fixated on her every word. There was something about her though. Something so familiar yet he had never seen or heard of her before. Could have mistaken her for someone else, but even then that logic didn’t work. No one as breathtaking as her would have left his mind. Maybe she had simply walked out of a dream that he had on the ride over. The only thing that was clear in his mind was that he had found a new favourite stop. Previously, he had found no reason to ever skulk that particular neighbourhood, but something that day told him to change his usual route. Have a change of scene. Scope out more turf. Whatever it was, he made sure to thank it before mounting his beloved bike, heading out again to nowhere in particular.

Once he was no longer in sight, Stacey breathed deeply as if she’d been holding her breath the entire time. “Holy balls,” she muttered to herself, picking up a flyer off the counter and fanning herself with it, glad the shop had been empty at the time Raph had arrived. How anyone could be that cool yet so intense at the same time completely escaped her, let alone how he managed to look so fucking *hot* while doing it.

“Yer about as red as yer shirt, girl.”

Jumping up from leaning against the wall behind the counter, she pivoted awkwardly to face Jax, slapping the flyer back down against the counter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she answered, though her voice broke and it left her clearing her throat. She avoided his light blue eyes, knowing all too well the look she was likely getting.

The weathered man laughed, the raspy joy of it only making her more flushed and flustered. “I leave you in here to do inventory and you wind up in here, actin’ like a girl and flirtin’ all of a sudden? Who the hell are you and what’d you do with my girl?”

Scoffing, she straightened herself up and flicked her ponytail back off her shoulder. Jax could play that game with her all day and never give up. Most of their relationship was trying to figure out which one would be more stubborn about something. So she gave in a little, shrugging. “It’s not like I’ve never flirted with anyone who’s come in here before.”

“Not like that, you ain’t,” he bantered, moving to the opposite side of the counter. Resting his elbows on the countertop, he propped his bearded chin in his hands, curling his fingers and batting his eyes. His voice raised one octave too many as he tittered, “Oh please sir, buy my motorcycle parts.”

“Jax!” she laughed with a scowl, playfully shoving at his arms. “I was not like that!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right,” he seemed to relent, standing back up. However, then he pivoted his rear towards her, pointing the toe of one foot behind him before exaggeratedly tossing his long, gray beard towards his shoulder like a teenager girl with her hair. He made a kissy face and finished, “It was more like this.”

“Oh my god,” Stacey laughed despite herself, before throwing a package of rubber o-rings at him. “You’re fucking terrible. You’re dead to me.” Pretending to stomp off into the shelves and get back to the inventory, she heard him follow, laughing.

“I ain’t dead yet, an’ even if I were, I could haunt this shop and see all the trouble you get yourself in,” he chuckled, folding his arms and leaning up against the shelves. He only laughed harder when she turned to stick her tongue out at him. She loved the old man dearly, and despite her show, she loved the fact that he was willing to laugh and have fun with her. He’d taken her in when she was sixteen and gotten her out of a shitty situation. He’d given her everything when she barely even had herself left.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes and smirking as she shelved some pistons. “Weren’t you the one just telling me a while back that I needed to get out more, get out and do shit?”

“I sure was,” he agreed, stooping to help with the stock as they talked. “So d’you get his number? You goin’ out like Stacey and the Giant?”

“I did not,” she admitted, a little bashfully. Turning a box containing a rocker cover over and over in her hands, she chewed at her lip and leaned against the shelf. “It was probably just a one off thing. But it was fun.”

“Girl,” he said mirthfully, leaning against the shelf and facing her while running his hands over his long beard. “That boy walked outta here like he’d just seen Aphrodite herself. I bet you twenty bucks he’s back here within the next week.”

“You got yourself a deal,” she grinned, clasping his rough, calloused hand against her own in a firm handshake. If he didn’t show, she’d have twenty extra dollars in her pocket, and if he did, well, she’d happily pay more than that for the pleasure.

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