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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 month

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baby shoes

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, best friend!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, pretty fluffy :), p in v sex, unprotected smut, breeding!, pregnancy kink?, no actual sex while pregnant but lots of like. bump descriptions?

rafe rolls his eyes as you let out a squeal, already knowing what is happening.

“oh. my. god.” you pick up the baby shoes off the shelf, a pair of sparkly flats with the cutest flower straps you've ever seen. “rafe, they're so tiny!”

you hold them up for him to look at as if he's never seen baby shoes before, despite you pointing them out to him every time you're out shopping together.

“yeah, real cute.” he says, keeping his voice completely monotone.

“rafe, don't be so sour.” you pout at him. your friendship is an unexpected one. started in kindergarten and has only grown closer since, your sweet nature in contrast to rafes hard exterior.

“y/n.” rafe sighs, taking the baby shoes from your hands as he sets them back on the shelf. “we look at baby shoes and onesies every time we go to target. i brought you here to buy you a pair of boots, let's go.”

rafe tries to usher you down the aisle. despite you also being a kook he refuses to let you (or, really, your parents credit card) pay for anything.

you nod and continue to the women's section when you cross by a pair of ugg boots made for toddlers and stop in your tracks. “raaaafe!” you coo.

look how cute this baby is rafey

“are you serious?” rafe questions reading your text message. “im laying right next to you.”

“too much work to roll over and show you.” you shrug, both scrolling on your phones, having just gotten back from a long day. so long rafe insisted you slept at his because it was closer. only one block closer, but you didn't argue. rafes bed is also yours, and yours his. you've always shared, no need to change now just because you're older.

“that baby isn't even that cute.” rafe huffs out.

you turn over now, rolling onto your stomach to glare at him. “rafe cameron, you are such a dick!”

“oh, so you'll roll over to yell at me?” rafe questions, a smile on his face. usually he wouldn't take shit from anyone, but you're not just anyone to him.

“yes because you deserve it asshole. that baby is adorable.”

“yours would be way cuter.” rafe grins, knowing how flustered you get talking about having a child of your own.

“okay, true.”

“what the fuck is going on?” rafe questions, his mouth literally dropping as he walks in.

“oh my god!” you squeal. “you told me you were coming over at 2, you idiot!”

rafe looks at the time on your alarm clock. 1:55. rafe may have not knocked before letting himself in, but he figured it was fine.

“what are you wearing?”

“it's… it's a fake pregnancy belly. my friend carly who works with the school plays said they were getting rid of it bc it was getting old… and i asked to have it.” you shrug, your embarrassment melting away the longer you talk about it.

“why would you want that?” rafe questions.

“i just wanted to see what id look like.” you shrug, turning again to look at yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the tshirt stretching around the plastic material. “i think i look cute.”

rafes eyes are on the round swell of your belly. he thinks you look more than cute, he thinks you look so ravishing he wants to make that belly real right this second.

“gonna take a shower.” rafe makes a turn towards your bathroom before you can argue, saving himself by locking the door behind him.

“why are you in a mood?” rafe just entered your house but he can already tell from the look on your face that something has upset you.

“freaking kelsey is pregnant.” you spit her name out like it's an insult. she's been your sworn moral enemy ever since she “dated” rafe in the fourth grade and told him he had to choose between staying friends with you or dating her. he chose staying friends of course, but you've despised her anyways since.

“okay…” rafe waits for more reasoning to you being so upset.

“that should be me.” you whine, not ashamed as you throw a little tantrum, stomping your feet on the ground.

“it can be.” rafe shrugs.

“huh?” you question, plopping back on the couch behind you, waiting for rafe to join you for movie night.

“you're not a kid anymore, y/n. you're 21. have a baby if you want.” rafe simply states.

“i- who would i even have a baby with? im single.” you've been single a majority of your life. there were flings in high school, but no one that lasted.

what you don't know if rafe contributed heavily to those relationships ending. he had staked his claim on you, and no guy was worthy in his eyes.

“id help you raise a baby.” rafe says without really thinking, sitting down on the couch next to you, not flinching as you turn to place your feet on his lap, always wanting to stretch out and get comfortable.

“you would?”

“im with you all the time anyways.” rafe nods. “if you had a baby id basically be their dad anyways.”

“id want that.” you admit. “you're the only guy out there i trust enough to get me pregnant.” you're not really thinking about your words themselves as you press your fingers to your stomach, imagining it filled up with a baby, with rafes baby.

“alright, we gotta talk about something else.” rafe shifts on the couch, pushing your feet off his lap to turn himself slightly away from you.

“wait why?” you question, sitting forward.

“just… change the subject.” rafe takes a deep breath, trying to calm down the boner that is growing in his pants.

“no, tell me!” you move closer, which only makes rafe turn away more. “tell me, rafey!”

he's never kept anything from you, and shockingly you can't figure out why he's behaving like this now.

“jesus, stop!” rafe scooches away when you grab onto his arm, trying to get him to face you, to look at you.

“tell me!” you complain again.

“because im fucking hard okay!” rafe shouts, standing up from the couch. “it's getting me fucking hard thinking about getting you pregnant so change the fucking subject!”

you sit on the couch in shock, eyes wide open. you know you shouldn't, he's your best friend after all, but you find your eyes moving lower, and sure enough, the front of rafes pants and tented, cock pushing away from his body.

“i-i-” you stammer.

“you nothing. okay? we forget this happened. just stop talking about getting fucking pregnant and stop talking about me being the one to do it.”

“but i want it to be you.” you blink up at rafe, head suddenly clearing. you do want it or be rafe. he's the only one who should be waking up in the middle of the night with you when your baby cries. he's the one you want to experience every milestone with. he's the one you want filling you up over and over until your tummy starts to swell.

“we can't go back.” rafe says, his tone suddenly serious. “we can't go back to just friends.”

“i know.” it's all you need to say for rafe to surge forward, dropping his knees to the floor as he kisses you, mouth easily dominating yours. you let out a soft moan as his hands cup your jaw, keeping you close even though you press yourself into him, hands fisted in his shirt.

“let me have you.” rafe pants against your mouth. “i need you. let me fill you up.”

“yes.” you nod. “yes, please. take your clothes off.”

you don't care that you're in the middle of your living room, you immediately tug your shirt off over your head, bearing your breasts to him. rafe knew you never wore a bra when in your own home, but seeing your bare tits is still a shock.

he doesn't even take his shirt off despite you tugging at it, cupping your chest as he leans in, mouth wrapping around your nipple.

“oh my god!” you squeal, fisting your hands in rafes hair, holding him close to your body as his tongue flicks over your nipple, hardening it quickly.

“i… im sorry baby i need to get inside of you.” rafe feels crude, tugging at your shorts to pull them down your legs, tossing them away.

“i need you too.” there will be plenty of time now that you've admitted feelings for each other to take your time, to go slow and learn each other's bodies.

rafe stands up, looking down at you in just your underwear, eyes glassy with lust as he pulls his shirt off, followed by him tugging his pants down, finally getting your eyes off his face as your eyes move down. you reach forward, hand rubbing over rafes length, annoyed that the fabric of his underwear is not allowing you to see him properly.

“fuck, stop.” rafe takes a step back. “im supposed to cum in you. get you pregnant. you're gonna make me bust.”

you smile, flattered that your simple touch can cause him to almost lose it.

“where do you want me.” you whisper. you aren't a virgin but you certainly aren't as experienced as rafe. while you know he partakes in hookups at parties you don't attend, you were never interested in sleeping around just for the sake of sleeping around.

“just lay back, baby.” rafe let's out a huff as you turn from sitting on the couch to laying down, your breasts falling beautifully as you wait for him to make the next move. “let's get these off.” rafe pulls your underwear down, but you keep your legs together to hide yourself for a little longer.

rafe shucks his underwear off next, praying his throbbing erection doesn't cause him to cum the second he gets inside of you.

you let out a low moan just from the both of you being naked. “gonna kneel down. wrap your leg around me.” rafe helps position you, spreading your legs as his eyes take in your wet cunt, pretty and perfect as he wraps your knee around his hips as he sinks himself down, moving to drape his body over yours.

“ill go slow.” rafe says, hoping he can stay true to his word as he reaches down, running his cock briefly through your folds, obsessed with the way your expression changed into one of pure pleasure.

“okay, just at first.” you nod. you need slow to open you up, to stretch your walls to allow rafes size, but you dont want it to stay slow, needing to feel him pound into you, make a mess of your cunt.

rafe sinks in with a gasp as your tightness and warmth envelops him. “fuck.” he mutters out, eyes squeezing closed as he inserts himself until he’s fully buried inside you pussy.

“feels real good rafey.” you pout. “cant believe we didn’t do this sooner. could already have a baby by now.” “oh, im gonna give you plenty.” rafe bends down to kiss you, letting himself get lost in the kiss, focusing on your mouth against his to distract from his throbbing cock.

“move.” you gasp, starting to grind your hips. “move.”

its all rafe needs to start smashing his hips back and forth, rocking into you in a steady but fast motion, aiming every time to get his cock as deep inside of you as possible.

“yes, yes!” you squeal, hands gripping his shoulders. as good as rafe thrusting into you feels, you want his cum more than anything. you begin to squeeze your pussy around him every time he pulls out before thrusting back in, and you can tell from the way rafes mouth hangs open that he likes it.

“fuck, im already close, sorry.” rafe has never had a problem cumming too early with anyone else, but hes never been with you, his best friend who he’s been head over heels for since kindergarten, who is begging to have him put a baby in your womb.

“cum in me. please.” you don’t even care about your own orgasm. you don’t even want it, already feeling so overwhelmed from the way rafes cock swells inside of you.

your eyebrows raise when you realize what the warmth spreading inside of you is, never having let a man take you without a condom. you let out a moan to match rafes as he cums, flooding your insides as he grinds into you.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto you, not caring about the weight as you squeeze your cunt, milking any last drops out of him.

“oh my god, i’m gonna cry its so cute.” tears brim in your eyes as you look at your finished nursery, rafe having done the last of the decorations when you were napping, putting the final touches on.

“you're so cute.” he hums, wrapping his arms around you as he stands behind you, also looking over the room.

“thank you. its perfect.” you sniffle.

“you’re perfect.” rafe has been overwhelming you with compliments lately, wanting to make sure that you know he is still very much attracted to you with your pregnant belly. “and beautiful. and hot. and sexy.” “oh, stop it.” you roll your eyes with a giggle, turning to face rafe.

“it would be inappropriate to have sex in our babies nursery, wouldn’t it?” despite the baby not even being here yet, rafe looks around the former guest bedroom and realizes that it simply wouldn’t be right.

“you’re not getting me on the floor anyways.” you press your hands to your stomach. seven months along with rafes baby.

“probably for the best.” rafe places his hand on your back, leading you out of the nursery and towards your bed. “wanna eat you out on our bed anyways, mamas.”

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capitalisticveins · 1 year

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Shaw Pack Headcanons Part 4 i think (INVERSION EXCLUSIVE EDITION [Ft. Sam])

I only listened to each Aftershock video once bc they make me cry so if any of these hcs were debunked in those vids PLEASE tell me

Also in another part of these hcs I said that Baaabe and Angel carpooled to the stadium so that’s why all four of them drove back in the same car okay enjoy

- Christian wholeheartedly believed he would die during Inversion.

- Tank was doing security during the Inversion, but they were scheduled to work inside the school, so they heard what was going on via Lasko’s announcement

- When they heard, they ran to the ward while shifted, and headbutted the ward. They kept punching and clawing at the ward while yelling incoherent words. It took Milo and Sweetheart pulling them back and explaining the plan to calm them down. By the end of it, their knuckles were bruised and bleeding, and tears were flowing down their eyes.

- They were more angry with themselves than they were with anyone else. They were the one who volunteered to work inside the school, and they were slacking off. They keep cursing themself out for sleeping under the staircase while their entire pack and Sam were fighting for their lives. They believe they could’ve done something, or protected more people if they were inside.

- David considered disbanding the Shaw Security company, Angel had to convince him otherwise, because he’d regret it in the end.

- Sweetheart thought Milo would die when he used his core to break the ward.

- When Tank and Sam got home, he broke down immediately in their arms. They spent that night on his reclining chair just staying in each other’s embrace.

- Christian and Arden refused to split up. No matter how many times they were told they’d save more people that way, neither budged.

- Sweetheart tried to phase through the ward to see if everyone’s okay, but couldn’t.

-David and Asher tried to text Baaabe and Angel, but the messages couldn’t go through. It wasn’t until an hour after everything happened that Baaabe and Angel got the text, and they nearly cried reading them.

- Baaabe bought the wedding ring 2 days after the Inversion. They never wanted to lose the chance to propose again.

- Sweetheart broke every traffic law possible when Milo called all panicky.

- Angel cried so much when they saw David made it outside the ward that they couldn’t see and drive back home. Baaabe had to drive the car with Asher riding shotgun.

- Tank saw the Closeknit ad before Milo told them about it, and broke their laptop in half midway through the ad.

- Kelsey wasn’t with the pack during Inversion, so when she heard about what happened, she immediately booked a flight and called Christian and Arden non-stop.

- Angel strained their voice and had to drink tea for a week with how much they were yelling.

- Baaabe was crying too, but it was easier for Lasko to comfort them because they were more willing to listen.

- When the ward fell, Baaabe and Angel stuck together and ran into the crowd, asking if anyone saw any wolf shifters around that were a part of security.

- Tank refused to show up to the award ceremony for the Shaw Pack. Half was for hatred of the Department, the other half was them believing they didn’t deserve it.

- Baaabe found Asher’s chest scars endearing about 7 months after Inversion. It reminds them he’s still there.

- Angel was making cupcakes before they got Milo’s call, to celebrate a “successful job for the Shaw Pack”. When Angel and David got home they told him they had to fix something in the kitchen before they’d join him in bed.

- They threw the cupcakes out the window and sprayed Febreeze everywhere.

- Bailey felt horrible that she wasn’t there for them when Inversion happened, -and didn’t go to any pack meetings or Solstices the next year.

- Milo was worried, she went NC with everyone, and he had to find out where she lived to talk about it.

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offside-the-lines · 4 months

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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier | Ep 5. Evie's Birthday

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Chapter Summary: Sometimes the music moves you. Sometimes the bass pounding in your chest makes you do things you wouldn’t do. Fuck it, it’s your birthday. That’s what Evie tells herself anyway. There are gifts given, but there are also secrets kept.

A/N: You can refer to cover page for the series summary, author's notes, tropes, general warnings and other fun tidbits. This series contains mature themes. Minors DNI. Warning: mature content in the form of very sensual dancing, alcohol consumption. Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team.

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Evie’s Birthday

Tito — April 5

His conversation with Mat ran on a loop in his head; he had not thought about anything else for the last four days. Not on the flight back from New York. Not when he quietly crept into their— her bed. Not when he blankly stared at Instagram, rubbing her ankle that she had perched in his lap as she worked on her book. Not when they were cooking dinner together, working in practiced harmony. Not when she was cuddled up next to him on the couch, watching TV.

He could barely stop thinking about it during training, so distracted that he was missing passes and fumbling drills.

He curses Mat over and over again in his head for forcing him to think about the what-ifs. He curses Mat for making him question everything they do together and whether it’s just friendly. He curses Mat for making him look for signs in everything Evie did, any changes that might mean she may no longer think of him as just a friend.

Tito sighs, looking at the bartender pouring his drinks.

He should be careful not to drink too much; he has a back-to-back to play this weekend.

Tito downs both of the shots he ordered anyway.

PRYSM is a massive club filled to the brim with people on a Friday night. But no matter how crowded it is, when he walks back to the dancefloor, his eyes find her immediately. Tito can’t help that his eyes have been following Evie all evening as she dances with her friends; the way her body moves, so confident and carefree.

She looks happy. Tito’s glad that he decided to come to Evie’s birthday party despite his game tomorrow because he gets to see her look like this.

He stands to the side of the dancefloor, not ready to be pulled into her orbit again. She’s got her head thrown back, laughing easily at something Kelsey was saying. He thinks about the Evie he met on Christmas morning; she looks so much lighter now. It all but confirms for him what he has been thinking: he can’t tell her.

It would be selfish of him to tell her right as she’s starting to feel at home in Chicago, not after knowing how hard it was for her the first few months, how hard it was for her to feel like she belonged. But, here she is, with a small crowd of her friends, a mix of work friends, other writer friends, and even some of the couples from the team.

His thoughts are interrupted as he watches a man come up to her, whispering in her ear. He feels his guts twist and the vodka in his stomach taunting him.

Fuck— that’s new.

It feels like torture, but he can’t look away, even as they start dancing, moving closer together. The man’s hands are on her body— fuck. Tito’s thankful for the dulling blur of the vodka seeping into his mind. He thinks about just leaving for the briefest of seconds before he catches himself.

He’s only got sixteen more days with her. And he's not going to waste it on stupid, selfish jealousy. He made his choice, and he’s going to deal with the consequences. So, if that means being her wingman and feeling the pieces of his heart get torn out of his chest, it’ll be worth it for just a little more time.

Fifteen days and seven hours. The guilt rises in the back of his throat like bile; he still hasn’t told her he booked his flight. He swallows that down, too. Not on her birthday. He’s not going to ruin her birthday by making it about him.

Across the dancefloor, Evie’s eyes snap to him, and he has to breathe through the litany of emotions that bubble to the surface when she smiles so brightly at him. Having spotted him, she starts to push through the crowd towards him, her dancing partner forgotten. A small— evil— part of him rejoices.

“Tito! Oh my god, hey! Where the hell did you go? You were gone for fucking ages!”

“Bathroom, remember?”

She leans in close to his ear, her voice a low growl, “What? Were you getting a handy in there?”

He swallows and squeaks out, “What?”

She throws her head back and laughs, leaning into him, her hands landing on his chest. “You were in the bathroom for so long! I missed you.”

She beams up at him, and he fights the clench in his chest. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be gone for that long.”

She pulls away and studies his face, her eyes glistening in the club lights. “Hang on a second, did you get a drink without me?” she accuses, jabbing his chest lightly.

“Uh… yes?”

She gasps, “Anthony! It’s my birthday! That’s so rude.”

Her eyes are so wide, looking up at him so seriously that he can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry, ma chouette. Tell you what, if you want a drink, we can go get you one now. I will pay for whatever top-shelf tequila you want.”

“You better!” she yells, dragging him away by his arm before he can even respond.

Evie —

Evie's pressed against the bar, protected from the pushing and shoving crowd by Tito’s solid body against her back. She’s waiting for their tequila shots when the thought occurs to her.

“Hey, Tito?” she glances back

“Yeah,” he leans in to hear her, filling her senses with his cologne.

“When did chouchou become chouette?”

He laughs, “Yeah, chouchou. Because you’re my cute little sugar-sweet owl. Big eyes, and so smart.”

She pouts, picking the only part she even remotely knows how to respond to. “I’m not that little.”

“To me, you are,” he says, tucking her under his chin. His body presses her into the bar, and the pressure sends a shiver down her spine. She’s glad that he can’t see the bright blush on her face.

“Fine, then. I get to call you something stupid, too.” She pauses as she thinks. “Solours. Like the yellow Care Bear.”

“Okay… The one with a smiling sun on its stomach? I’ll take that. It's so cute you remember his name,” he says, nuzzling her cheek with a laugh.

“At least you think I’m cute,” she tries to grumble.

She thinks she hears him say, “I really fucking do,” right as the bartender returns with their shots.

Tito spins her around and holds her hand in the non-existent space between them; he sprinkles some salt on it before handing her the lime and a shot. She waits for him to do his own hand but is caught watching his big hand move. She doesn’t realize she’s staring until her eyes flicker back up to meet his gaze, barely a foot from her face; his pupils swallow the normally serene blue as he focuses on her.

He holds her gaze as he licks the salt off his hand, slow and exaggerated, sending a prickling wave of heat through her body.

Her mouth dries up watching his throat bob as he swallows down the shot.

Her eyes snap up to his lips as they wrap around the lime, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks on the juice.

When she follows a drop of juice roll slowly down his chin, she almost leans in to lick it away.

She’s able to snap herself out of it before she does something stupid. She quickly takes her own shot, blood rushing in her ears. Her whole body feels like a livewire, buzzing. She barely even tastes the harsh slide of the alcohol or the tart sting of the lime. Even though she’s been standing absolutely still, her breathing is heavy.

Although only the edges of her mind are hazy, it still feels like wading into honey as she tries to figure out what they're meant to be doing next.

She says the first sane thing that pops into her head.

“Did you know this place has another dance floor?”

“Oh yeah?” his mouth twitching.

“Yeah! I think it’s downstairs. It’s more for dancing; they move the tables on Fridays, so there’s more space.”

There’s something alight in his eyes as he takes a step back, taking her hand in his. “Let’s go then.”

His expression settles in what she can only call a smolder; it looks so sinful compared to his usual, sweet smile. Evie can’t help the nervous giggle that escapes from her. Seemingly satisfied, he leads the way, keeping her close to him as they move across the room, down the stairs, and into the thick press of bodies on the crowded dancefloor.

The music down here is different: dark and sensual. Once they’ve gone deep enough into the crowd, Tito pulls her close and loops her arms around his neck. She feels the tequila coursing through her veins; her body suddenly warm all over. She can’t help but lean into his space, breathing in the intoxicating concoction of his sweat and cologne.

The crowd around them pulses in time with the music. When he pulls her even closer, she's so startlingly aware of the broad expanse of his shoulders that her forearms are resting on. In front of her eyes, a deep sliver of his chest glistens with sweat; his skin glows in contrast with the black shirt. The soft hairs at the nape of his neck keep brushing her hands and she just wants to bury her fingers in it.

Tito’s arms, locked together on the small of her back, tug her in close. Suddenly, all she can hear is her own breathing; the music of the club sounds far away and muffled like she’s underwater. She refuses to look at him, instead fixing her gaze on a point over his shoulder. She second-guesses the shot she just took because her mind feels too hazy, out of focus, and out of control.

Or maybe she should've taken more shots, enough to get her out of her head like last time.

She promptly dismisses the blurry memories of last time. This isn’t like last time. Last time was just two people with alcohol coursing through their veins, getting lost in the heat of the moment. Neither of them had ever even brought it up again. She shouldn’t expect a repeat of their drunken misdeeds.

The next song plays, even more sultry than the last. She presses impossibly closer to him, their bodies slotting together perfectly. She presses her cheek to his and feels the small puff of air that brushes against her ear. It makes goosebumps erupt across her skin.

Evie tries to not think and just moves to the music, a small roll of her hips to the beat. Tito moves with her: hip to hip, chest to chest, cheek to cheek. She thinks about how easy it would be to move her head to the side and kiss him. She wonders if he would let her press their lips together again and just get lost in the overwhelming sensations, even without intoxication as the excuse.

She thinks she can feel the edges of his lips against her cheek where his hot breath tickles her skin, and it becomes all she can think about. What would those lips feel like on hers again? On her neck? On her shoulders? On every inch of her feverish skin?

Heat builds in her cheeks from that one minuscule point of contact, spreading south rapidly. She suddenly feels desperate and needy but unable to make a move, afraid of breaking whatever fragile balance they have at this moment. If this is all she gets, she’ll take it.

Her hands move as if magnetized to the curls at the nape of his neck that she can’t stop thinking about; when her fingers finally bury themselves in his hair, giving it a gentle tug, she shivers at the shaky sigh he lets out at the sensation.

Her head starts to turn of its own accord, her lips brushing against his cheeks as they seek contact, but he pulls away so suddenly her vision swims. He spins her around between one breath and the next so that he's pressed along her back, his chin hooked over her shoulder, and his hands firm on the bone of her hips.

She moves to make a comment but is unable to when her breath catches in her throat as she feels the heat of his lips pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses across the top of her shoulder. He moves up the column of her throat when she drops her head back onto his shoulder, granting him more access.

He finds a sensitive spot right under her ear, drawing a whimpering moan from her lips as her hand flies back to grip his hair. The sound should be lost in the thrumming bass of the club, but she can feel him hear it when his fingers dig into the flesh of her hips briefly.

“Is this what you want?” he growls in her ear. The hand not in his hair reaches down to grasp the corded muscle of his forearm wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her flush to his front.

She nods weakly, her mind scattered as she tries to process every single point of contact. In the haze of tequila and adrenaline, it takes a moment for her to register the hard shape that's pressed lightly against her.

It becomes the only place she can focus on. She feels her frustration build; Tito isn’t doing anything, not rocking his hips into her or seeking any friction, just seemingly content to be glued along her back.

Evie can feel her heart racing to the loud thrum of the bass filling her chest; she starts to shift her hips to the music more boldly. There’s a sharp intake of breath before Tito freezes her hips with his arms, his teeth gently scraping the side of her throat.

“Chou,” he growls in her ear.

Sugar. Baby. Sweetheart. Her brain unhelpfully supplies in English.

God, she's going to think of this moment every time he calls her that from now on.

Her hand, the one still buried in his hair, fists the curls hard, pulling him even closer to her neck. He needs no further encouragement as he groans, scraping his teeth along her exposed neck.

His forearm ripples under her hand as he spreads his large hand, covering so much of her ribcage it makes her dizzy; his pressure is utterly unyielding as his thumb brushes under the soft slopes of her breast. His other hand snakes down her body, parting the slit of her dress, until she feels his hot palm digging into the exposed skin of her bare thigh, effectively pinning her to him.

She feels wild; her attention split between his firm hands, his wet mouth, his hot and sweaty body against her back, the thick bulge pressing against her ass. She can feel him everywhere. It’s still not enough.

She slides her hand down his forearm and interlaces her fingers over his, pressing lightly as she encourages him to slide his hand further north.

“Chou— We— Ah, fuck.” His voice is rough in her ear, a whine lacing the edges of his words.

The thing is, she doesn’t need him to say it. He’s right. They should tone it down, but she doesn't want to. In the back of her mind, the knowledge prickles at her that their friends could find them like this on the dancefloor at any moment. She can’t bring herself to care as his hand follows her lead. Pleasure zings through her body when his fingers brush over her nipple before coming to rest against the hollow of her throat.

There’s probably a limit to what she should ask of him as two friends overwhelmed by carnal sensations and the intoxicating atmosphere of the nightclub.

She grinds her hips meaningfully as he tilts her head, kissing her jaw and cheek.

She can’t tell where the line is anymore. She doesn’t care. As long as Tito keeps going.

“Chou, God, you’re so fucking— We probably shouldn’t—” he rasps in her ear.

Evie wants to hear none of it.

She surges up and captures the lips she’s been reluctantly thinking about night and day for the past three weeks.

Impossibly, it feels even better than she remembers. Tito's stunned for a second, but he goes easily when she turns in his arms to pull him closer by the collar of his shirt. It’s a relief when she feels him hum and melt into the kiss.

When they part, he just looks at her with a lazy smile that sends a jolt of fondness through her body. The longer he looks at her like that, the more she feels like a shaken-up Coke bottle. Waiting for what comes next. Building. Anticipating.

Her eye catches on a bead of sweat as it rolls down his face and neck, and she doesn’t stop herself from leaning in and chasing its salty path with her tongue. The sound he makes in response comes from so deep in his chest that she wants to climb into his body to see if she can make him do it again.

His hands, which were resting on her waist, slide down her back and over the swell of her ass— pausing for a quick squeeze— before they settle just below her cheeks, on the back of her upper thigh. She feels his fingers flex as he lifts her onto her toes, and she gasps when his hard length aligns with the valley of her hip.

“Oh my god—” Evie chokes out, throat tight with desire as she catches Tito’s smirk, his eyes so dark there’s barely any brilliant blue around the edge. They pause, lips barely touching, and breathing each other's air; it makes her dizzy.

Falling back into his embrace feels like a flaming star caught amidst the gravity of a black hole called desire, their lips pressing together in a desperate plea for more. There’s a hook in her ribcage that tugs so strongly towards him it makes her ache.

As their tongues swirl, she finds herself wishing that this was real. That this was happening anywhere but here: a few drinks deep in a nightclub. That this was different than every other hook-up they’ve both had on any number of generic, replaceable dance floors.

She wishes this was happening in their bed, in their home—

On her bed. In her home.

The thought hits her square in the chest. She pulls away; their lips separate with a wet smack. Her vision was fuzzy, and she’s gasping for breath as Tito kisses down the column of her throat, unaware of her sudden turmoil. Her head swims with the reality of who she’s doing this with.

This isn’t a stranger. Or an acquaintance.

This isn’t even just a friend—

This is Tito. Her Tito. Her Care bear, sunshine, as she had just called him earlier.

What the fuck are they doing? What the fuck is she doing? This time, she doesn’t have the inebriation as a justification to placate herself with. Just misplaced desperation.

Her mind suddenly feels too clear.

It’s when he gently nudges a thigh between her legs that she's struck by a need so strong that the feverish heat licks at every cell in her body, her skin crackling with it.

They have to stop— She has to stop before Tito does something she’s sure he’ll regret tomorrow. She jumps back so abruptly that she almost pulls them both to the ground.

Frantically, Tito searches her face, brows creased in shock and concern. He steadies her firmly, holding her a foot away from him, fingers digging into her arm desperately as if he’s unwilling to let go.

“Whoa, what’s wr—”

He's interrupted by the squeal of Kelsey calling to them from a few paces away in the crowd.

Evie jolts, eyes wide with panic as she pulls her arms away.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she says to the approaching group as she slips into the crowd.

She faintly hears Alandra say, “I’ll go with her,” before her hand is on Evie’s back, guiding her to the bathroom.

She’s grateful that they do not speak; Evie only suffers her assessing gaze for the time it takes her to wash her hands and freshen up. She carefully puts on a neutral face and shrugs at Alandra’s quirked eyebrow through the mirror.

When they get back to the group, Tito isn’t there. Before she can panic, Jason squeezes her elbow to tell her he just went to sit down. She doesn’t think she can face him yet, not while she can still feel the hot brand of his hands all over her body.

So she stays and dances with the group for a while before following the majority of the group back to the VIP booth, where she finds Tito sitting, hunched over and staring into a glass. She sends him a soft smile and watches his shoulders relax when she slides down the booth so she’s next to him. She nudges him with her shoulder amiably.

They both stay in their spots for the rest of the evening. Evie occasionally jumps into the conversation while Tito sits next to her, both uncharacteristically quiet. Eventually, she feels herself flagging, leaning more and more into Tito’s shoulder. When he finally speaks, it’s only to ask her if she’s ready to go home. She nods eagerly.

They wave goodbye to everyone, and he guides her gently outside to a waiting car, his hand never touching her back even though she can feel it no more than an inch away. They sit in silence, listening to the quiet radio, both looking out the window.

She tries to not let their slight jilted awkwardness bother her as they get ready for bed, moving around each other as they do every other night. There’s only one moment where her hold on herself slips: she almost tells him to just fucking come here when he walks into the bedroom shirtless, having forgotten to take it with him to the bathroom. She slams her mouth shut before any words can leave her lips.

“Good night,” she says instead, giving him a soft smile as she settles into the bed, turning towards the wall. She doesn’t even close her eyes and pretend to sleep, tension creeping back into her body.

After a moment or two, the lights turn off, and the bed dips beside her. She feels Tito lay on his back, stock still. For an excruciating minute, they both just listen to the sound of their measured breathing in the stagnant air of the bedroom.

It’s Tito who breaks; he sighs and rolls towards her. He slides an arm around her waist and pulls her close.

“I think it’s past midnight,” he whispers into her hair, “Happy Birthday, chouchou.”

“Thank you, Solou.”

“Good night.” He chuckles at the nickname and presses a light kiss to her temple before settling back down.

With the weight of his arm around her waist, she falls asleep fast.

Evie — April 6

Evie wakes up on the morning of her 29th birthday to an empty bed. Her stomach drops as the weight of last night hits her. For a moment, she looks at the empty pillow next to her and feels the panic seeping in.

Her chest loosens when she sees a note left for her on her nightstand:

Good morning! Happy birthday mon chou. Sorry I can’t be there when you wake up BUT!!!! I made you some tea in a keep-warm mug (first present) ◡̈ I’ll see you when I get back after morning skate. — solours ♡ ☼

She just stares at the note for a while, her finger lightly tracing the heart and sun Tito drew on the page. She smiles when she picks up her new copper-colored Ember mug. She has been looking at getting one for a while and never took the plunge; $200 was a ridiculous amount of money to spend on a mug, even if it keeps her tea at the perfect temperature. She supposes Tito noticed her opening and closing that tab on her computer.

She snaps a picture of her sitting in bed, holding the cup of tea, and sends it to Tito:

To tito 🧸🌞: [attachment: photo] I can’t believe you got this for me. Thank you. I love it.

Her tea is perfect when she finally takes a sip. She closes her eyes, head resting against the headboard, and just sinks into the feeling. The lingering remnants of the panic in her chest are replaced by a warm tingle that spreads from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Some time later, she's still cradling her empty mug while scrolling Instagram when she hears her front door open. There's some rustling in the living room and kitchen before Tito quietly pokes his head into the bedroom.

“Hi,” he smiles brightly.

“Hi,” she whispers back.

His face disappears from the doorway for a second before he returns, holding a small bag and a bouquet of flowers. Evie feels the air leave her lungs as he sits next to her on the edge of the bed.

“Happy birthday, ma chouette,” he says, voice impossibly gentle as he hugs her. She has to breathe through the wave of emotion that hits her, trying very hard not to teeter towards tears.

“Anthony, what the fuck?” she scolds quietly, releasing him from the hug, “I told you you didn’t need to get me anything.”

He shrugs. “I know, but I wanted to,” he says, handing over the bouquet.

She picks up the bouquet of flowers and inhales their sweet scent; it occupies her so that she wouldn’t do or say something stupid.

“Well, thank you for the flowers. They’re so beautiful. How did you know I loved chrysanthemums?” Evie asks as she reverently brushes her fingertips over the spray of petals. It’s probably the most beautiful bouquet she’s ever seen, a bright contrast of colors between the mums, spray roses, peonies, and snapdragons.

“You mentioned it when you sent your mom a bouquet for her birthday. You made a terrible joke about ‘mums and moms,” he chuckles softly.

She looks up at him and searches his face. “That was in February.”

“Yeah,” he shrugs like it was no big deal. Like recalling the most inconsequential tidbit hidden in a joke months ago is a given.

“How do you even remember that?”

He smiles sheepishly, reaching for the bag and handing it to her. “Here. Open the box first, before the card.”

He helps her put the bouquet and mug down on the nightstand before watching her delicately unwrap the box, his leg bouncing in nervous anticipation. When she finally has it open, she gasps.

Inside the velvet jewelry box is a gold chain with three charms hanging down the middle. Evie’s fingers hover over them, almost scared to touch it as if the necklace would disappear if spooked. Eventually, ever so gently, she moves the charms so she can see them better: a tea bag, an ice skate, and a book. When she tilts it towards the light, she can see the title on the book is blank, but her name is engraved where the author would be.

She can’t bear to take her eyes away as she croaks, “Solours, this is…”

“Do you like it?” his voice fragile next to her.

Her eyes flicker up to meet his, “Yes, of course I do. This is— This is beautiful. I love it.”

The smile that lights up his face is blinding; her breath catches in her throat in response. He doesn’t seem to notice the effect he has when he reaches out to poke at the book charm. “The book charm is blank right now, but when you pick a title for your book, they can engrave it on for us. Right above your name.”

A small squeak slips out of her mouth as she fails to contain the tears that well up in her eyes.

“Woah, hey, hey, what’s wrong? It’s okay if you don’t like it. I can get you something else,” he says quickly, hugging her to his side.

Her hands tighten on the box on reflex, pulling it close to her chest. “No— That’s not. Tito, I love it. I love it so much. It’s just— The mug, and this— I think this is the best gift anyone has ever gotten me. It’s— It’s too much.”

He squeezes her tighter, “Don’t be silly. It’s not too much, okay? Only the best gifts for my best girl.”

She makes a noise somewhere between a whimper, a sob, and a groan. It makes Tito laugh, and she sinks into the rumble of his chest against her cheek.

“Here. Would you like me to put it on for you?” he asks, pulling away slightly.

“Yes, please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible as she hands him the box.

He stands and places the box on her nightstand, gingerly lifting out the necklace. She knee walks to the edge of the bed, her back facing him, and pulls her hair to the side. His fingers lightly brush her collarbones and neck as he gingerly puts the necklace on; every single hair on her body is standing on end as he works.

When he finishes adjusting the necklace so it’s centered on her chest, he places a tender kiss on the top of her head.

“Perfect. Just like you,” he murmurs to himself against her soft hair.

“What?” she says, looking up at him upside-down with a smile crinkling her eyes.

He clears his throat. “Go take a look in the mirror, and then you have one more thing to open.” She leaps off the bed and places a soft peck on his cheek before skipping to the bathroom.

When she comes back into the room, he's sitting on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the envelope in his hand.

She beams, “It looks beautiful, Solou. I love it. Truly. Thank you.”

He shrugs and presses his lips together, holding the envelope out. “Here, open this.”

She comes to stand between his legs as she slides the card out of the envelope. A piece of paper flutters to the ground; she bends down to pick it up while she reads the card.

Evie— Ma chouette, I hope today can be at least a top 10 birthday for you. Because that’s what you deserve— the best. You are #1 on my list of favorite people (don’t tell Barz I said this, he will be fucking insufferable). You’re the best person I have ever met and I feel so lucky to call you my friend every single day. I don’t know how I would’ve done the past few months without you. You’ve done so much for me and my career, so I wanted to do something for you. I hope this isn’t overstepping. I know that you probably know plenty of people in the industry, but I figured a few more contacts can’t hurt. On the piece of paper are the contact details of Zach Hyman and his book agent. Zach— because he knows what it’s like to publish a book. And his agent— well. You know how I asked if you had a brief for your book? Well, I may have asked Hyms to pass it along to his agent and she wants to meet you!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck, I’m so proud. I can’t wait to read your book. Happy birthday, chou. Love, Tito

She stands there, slack-jawed, just reading the card over again and again until the handwriting on the page blurs.

“Chou?” Tito’s worried voice asks. His hands come to squeeze her hips as she stands in front of him.

A tear escapes when she looks up at him, breaking the dam. She’s 99% sure it isn’t a pretty cry.

“Chou— Evie, hey!” his voice is increasingly urgent as he quickly grabs the card and paper and puts it to the side. “Woah, please— Please don’t cry. What’s wrong?”

“I— I can’t believe you did this for me,” she gasps out between sobs.

His hands reach up to wipe her cheeks. “Do what, chou?”

“You— I—” She takes a heaving breath to try to steady out the sobs as she looks down at his furrowed brows. She leans forward, her knees resting against the bed, as she smoothes them down and cradles his cheeks in her hands.

“I’m sorry I’m crying,” she laughs wetly, “I’m very happy. This just happens sometimes. I’m—”

Unable to form any of the words she wants to at that moment, Evie just envelops him in a hug so strong it knocks him back on the bed.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” she chants as she crawls into his lap. They both hold each other tightly, unwilling to let go.

After a few minutes, she startles, becoming aware of the position that they've ended up in, and loosens her hold to roll off him.

Next to her, Tito asks, “You hungry? I was gonna make you some French toast for breakfast.”

Right on cue, her stomach rumbles, and she feels his laughs reverberate in her own chest. He taps her thigh gently, encouraging her to sit up, “Come on, let’s go.”

With an outstretched hand, he pulls her up.

“God, Tito, how are you such a perfect—” She catches herself, thinking back to his card, “How are you such a perfect friend? It’s ridiculous.”

He chuckles tersely. “Practice,” he mumbles. Evie misses the bitterness underlying his tone.

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My words: return, allow, free, away

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Sweet moment between Maddie, Kelsey, and Wilfredo the amigurumi tiger

A day in the life for Úrsula

Debate about phone brightness

Time for a group training session! Gabriel plans.

Return - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Maddie POV)

“Maddie, I do want to have lunch with Hye-Jin!” she snapped. Her tone surprised me. Kelsey sighed. “Sorry. It’s not Hye-Jin, it’s Dr. Asghar. She’ll do whatever it takes to get results out of me, regardless of my comfort.” “Dr. Moon seems okay, though, maybe he’ll talk sense into her.” “Dr. Moon is not okay just because he’s nice,” Kelsey insisted. “But he did tell her we’ll find another way next time. But he also didn’t stop her this time.” “Hm,” I said, thinking. “Well, think positive, then: this won’t happen again.” “It still happened this time.” “But never again,” I repeated. Kelsey rocked on her feet before sighing. “I guess you’re right.” My eyes went to Wilfredo in my hands. I thought for a moment about what Kelsey may need. “Do you need, like, a hug or something?” I lifted my gaze to Kelsey. Her eyes slowly shut tight as her face bunched together, and she nodded. Wilfredo still in hand, I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. Her face buried into my shoulder, despite being a few inches taller, though her arms took a moment to return the gesture. I tried to think of something comforting to say. “Hye-Jin thinks it’s cool you crochet.” Kelsey let out a laugh-like exhale. “You showed her Wilfredo?” “Well, I didn’t show her; I just held him, and she saw him.” Kelsey pulled away first. “Glad you love him so much. Thank you. C’mon, let’s go to lunch.”

Allow - from School of the Legends Year One

As she ate, Úrsula paid close attention to the harmonies of the baroque music emanating from her speaker. Every part perfectly balanced. Complimenting each other. Contrasting when needed. Úrsula had Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos memorized. Why wouldn’t she? They composed an hour and a half of pure perfection. She swayed along to the up-tempo beat, humming along in between bites. She had been attempting a new hobby of composing her own music just six months ago. She usually worked on her piece around the late morning--after breakfast and she practiced the cello she’d requested...about two years ago now. She liked to think that she’d gotten pretty good for someone who was taught by only herself, the books, and a few instructors she’d found in online videos. Her self-composed piece, however, she was not as confident in. Music Theory was relatively hard to grasp--each time she accidentally found parallel fifths in her four-part harmony she wanted to bash her head against the wall. Besides, she was no Bach, Beethoven, or Mozart. She wasn't a prodigy of her time--she was just a girl with a lot of time. After she finished clearing off her plate, she pressed the pause button on her music. Usually, Úrsula would allow whatever was playing to finish as she awaited Mamãe to bring her whatever dessert she had made, but she had left her book on a cliffhanger. It pained her to leave the music, but at the moment, this was her priority. She leapt on her bed and picked up her book right where she had left off, not bothering to get into her usual comfortable position, as she was too excited. Immediately, she felt her surroundings disappear. She left the confines of the room she’d lived in for the past five years, and entered the world that only existed in the ink forever tattooed on the face of the binded yellowed pages. After a while, when Úrsula turned the page, she found not more story, but the acknowledgements from the author. She sighed, smiling as she closed the book. She wiped her eyes--watering from the ending. She set the book temporarily on the bedside table beside her, glancing at the time. It’d been almost an hour--surely her mother should be in with the dessert soon.

Free - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

“I think you have an excellent point,” said Liam. “Keeping your phone brightness low and in dark mode saves a lot of battery.” “But when you go outside, you can’t see your screen without raising the brightness,” said Gwen. “That’s an excellent point,” said Liam. “That’s why you have it on automatic brightness,” Kelsey said. Liam pointed to Kelsey. “Also a good point. You have anything to say, Rose?” “I don’t care,” said Rose. “I keep it up halfway.” “I think it’s fine having your phone brightness all the way up,” I said, inserting myself into the conversation. “I mean, the wide variety is actually helpful for those with different needs. If you can’t see well, you need your brightness up. If you have sensory issues, it’s helpful to have the option to turn it down. And both light and dark mode can be beneficial for those who struggle with their sight.” “Since when were you a debater?” Liam asked, crossing his arms, but looking impressed. “Just making small talk,” I admitted. “Boo!” said Liam. “Hey, George! If you’re free, I’d like to work on that scene for my movie.” “Isn’t it cheating using technology from another dimension?” George asked as he stood. “No,” Liam countered as Sam stepped aside so George could follow Liam into the kitchen. “I’m taking advantage of resources at my disposal. If I were a multibillion-dollar company, I’d be able to get the effect I want. But I’m not. I’m just a dude who wants to impress VFS.” As they disappeared toward the elevators, Gwen perched herself on the back of the couch and Lexi stole George’s spot. “Oh, no, he warmed that seat up, that’s weird.” She moved to the other side of the couch. “Okay, that’s better.”

Away - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

My team huddled together. “Okay,” said Gills, “we obviously need to have an offense and two groups of defense: one for Custos, one for the Shoeless team. That’s three groups. There are nine of us, so we should have three on each team. J, you’re on Custos defense.” “Why?” Jazlyn asked. She snorted when Gills looked at her like she was stupid. “I’m kidding, G. You’re adorable when you’re flabbergasted by other’s dumbassery.” She ruffled his hair, causing Parker, Tyler, and me to cackle. “Only Cassidy and Niri also have powers useful against Custos,” Gills continued as he smacked Jazlyn’s hand away. “Oh, thanks, Gabe,” said Liam as Parker laughed and clapped Niri’s shoulder and high-fived Jazlyn with his other hand. Jazlyn gave Liam a half-mocking pat on the head. “Don’t take that as a compliment, Cassidy, I’m facing the facts,” Gills said flatly. “And Beaumont, unless you find out how to shift some wings onto your back, you’re on Shoeless defense. You, too, George.” “Got it,” said George. “But what if—” “You’re not gonna run up the wall to fight Custos. They have a teleporter and your sister on their team. You’re the only one who stands a chance against them.” “Fine.” “I think I could be on offense,” I offered. “I can swoop in and grab the sphere.” “Were you not listening?” Gills asked. “Your powers wouldn’t work near Custos.” “I can build up the momentum and catch myself on the way down,” I reasoned. “No, you’re on Shoeless defense,” Gills stated firmly.

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Steven Universe Of The Creek Chapter 12 Azurite Annihilation In The Stormy Creek

Steven immediately drove out of the parking lot, leaving his broken apartment behind. However his intention at the moment isn’t leaving, it’s mainly getting away from the explosion that happened. He wishes he could find a place to eat ice cream, but he isn’t in the mood. The only thing he could need is getting some fresh air outside after going from place to place since arriving.

He parked his van by the end of the road, next to the creek itself. When he got out, a bolt of thunder struck down from above. However he ignored it as he waded into the creek itself. With his situation getting more complicated, he rather be alone in the rain to keep all of his stress and pain from anyone.

Alexis took Craig back to his place as they managed to get inside his house before it started raining. “We’re here.” Alexis closes the front door.

“Alexis, we can’t just leave him.” Craig replied.

“He caused an explosion around my boyfriend, who’s also your brother. He’s probably in his bedroom right now.”

“Look, just because he caused an explosion doesn’t mean he’s dangerous.”

“But did he ever show you he can do that?” Craig remains silent, not knowing everything about Steven himself even from last night. “If he can do more like that, then he is incredibly unstable.”

“He wasn’t like that when he hung out with you and Bernard.”

“Please Craig, Bernard didn’t pick us up because of him, I didn’t forget the last two days, but now it was all a mistake.”

Craig sighed while lowering his head. As Alexis headed up the stairs to check on her boyfriend, she stopped while closing her eyes. “Your brother doesn’t always believe you when it comes to times like this. We’re not doing this to not believe you since we are.” She continues to walk upstairs to give comfort to her boyfriend.

Craig, on the other hand, had no other option knowing he can’t come back to Steven’s now broken apartment to settle things. If only he wished Steven would’ve stayed a little longer, there would’ve been a chance but now, it’s over. He heads upstairs in his room, closing the door behind him. He laid on his bed, thinking of what he’s gonna do with his friends in the creek tomorrow and his side of the story in all of this.

In the Creek, Kelsey, J.P. were walking with Omar, Stacks, Eileen The Sewer Queen, Sparkle Cadet, Cannonball, and Wildernessa who’s riding Cheesesticks after telling them everything that happened between them, Craig and the visitor over the last two days.

“I found it hard to believe a grown teen would have a pink dot on his belly button.” Wildernessa said.

“Like was it crystal or something?” Sparke Cadet wondered.

“We don’t know.” J.P. answered.

“Craig knows from last night, but he was with his family all day today.” Kelsey added. “He couldn't text us since his parents took his phone away.”

“I’ve only met him twice and by the looks of it, last night would’ve been the only chance to see the truth and Craig’s the only one who knows. Through granting his family being part of his secret, I don’t know what he’s gonna say.” Omar finished.

“This may sound crazy but after going through the war of Capture the Flag, what do you think Steven would do if he’s part of the war?” Eileen asked.

“What makes you think that?” Cannonball turned to the Sewer Queen.

“He may be older, but he could’ve been different then the rest of us.”

“It’s not like he’s that kind of different.” Stacks replied. “He was really nice to me and Kelsey back at the library.”

“Sometimes I believe that was the case, but we’ve only met him for one day. And now, we can only rely on Craig’s words even if he can’t…tell us everything.” Kelsey finished.

Most of their friends haven’t seen Craig since Steven arrived, not that they didn’t mind but learning about Steven a little more would show Craig’s side of the story crystal clear. Soon the whole creek is continuing to sprinkle with raindrops falling from the sky. They immediately took notice as they searched for the closest exit in the creek to go home.

Meanwhile up above the thundering clouds, two gems flow out of them underneath as they lower themselves over the trees. “Uhh, I couldn’t see through the dark clouds again, when are we ever going to get away from this?” Aquamarine retorted.

“No matter where we go, it’s always rain, rain, and thunderstorm rain!” Ruby also retorted. “Couldn't we just go back to Gem Homeworld instead?”

“You know it hasn’t been the same since Steven ended everything. We lost everything!” Aquamarine and Ruby landed on the ground in the creek while she stomped on the dirt. “We can hate Steven all we want, but we’re still outcasts with no one to rely on!”

Ruby also stomped, causing a flame on the dirt bursting from her foot. “I would do anything to end Steven once and for all! But we can’t beat him!”

“He’s probably still with the Crystal Gems who may stomp on us again! Though I’m not surprised since he’s family to them, if that never works if he’s ever alone.”

They then heard walking from behind, they immediately hid behind the tree to keep their identity from anyone. They saw a person in a red poncho outfit with goggles walking all alone. With the storm continuing to get worse, his hike in the creek is nearly coming to an end. He couldn't get over losing everything after Capture the Flag, to where he remained solo for his own good.

He stopped while looking around in the creek itself to which the gems hide themselves from getting caught. With everyone leaving the creek, he can only imagine having the creek to himself even if it’s not what he wanted if he won. With the goggles on, he continued his hike as the rain continued to pick up.

“Who is that guy?” Ruby popped her head from the tree.

“I have no idea.” Aquamarine added. “We’ve come across a lot of weird people. Let’s get out of here.” She grabbed Ruby’s hand as they lifted themselves above the creek. “Less we get into trouble, the better.”

Just when they flow higher, Ruby sees a vehicle that’s really familiar. “Wait!” He pointed at the distance. “Look over there!”

When Aquamarine flowed closer to where Ruby pointed, they saw Steven’s van parked on the end of the road. Just one peak of it gave them the idea that Steven is around. “What are the olds of that?” Aquamarine grinned.

“Maybe there’s a chance that we can beat him.” Ruby said. “If he’s all alone.”

“We'll just see for ourselves.” Then they fuse together as their teamwork will give them the advantage like before.

Back at the creek, Kelsey and the gang are close to finding the way out to head home but the rain continues to get worse. “Man it’s raining hard!” Cannonball said, trying to focus on what's in front of him.

“Was it really a good idea to only have Craig keep the map?” Wildernessa covering herself.

“He’s better at navigating than we are.” J.P. answered.

“The creek may be big, but we’re never lost.” Eileen commented.

“Don’t worry, I think I can see where we are.” Omar looked closely at his surroundings. But just when he found out where they were, he saw Steven in the distance. “Wait…”

“What?” Kelsey responded only to see Steven in the distance. She became speechless witnessing the same teen Craig has been encountering in the creek rather than in his apartment.

“Is that the guy he was-” Sparkle Cadet started, before getting cut off.

“Shhh…” Stacks covering Cadet’s mouth.

They slowly made their way, quietly to prevent getting caught. In a matter of time, they hide behind one of the trees right behind where Steven is at. Steven is sitting alone in front of a pond with raindrops pouring in. Without an umbrella, his hair and clothes are soaked, his skin would get soaked by the minute but no matter what, it didn’t bother him. His heart became more empty with the plans of going to his next destination felt so low, something he never thought he would feel at the moment.

He stood up while looking at his reflection from the pond. He was nowhere near as bad as before, but with unfinished business he can’t do, he can’t get any better. After sitting back down, he decides to take out his phone to make a phone call.

“Do you think we should head to a different spot to see his face?” Sparkle Cadet offered.

“We’re not risking it, okay?” Omar replied. “He needs his space.”

“I would’ve been more respectful of his privacy if we knew what’s underneath his shirt.” J.P. wondered.

After Steven put in the phone number, he placed his phone up against his ear, waiting for it to respond. In no time at all, it immediately answered.

“Hello?”

“Garnet…” Steven spoked. “...it’s Steven.”

“Steven…it’s…been awhile since we last talked.”

“I know but…this is important.”

As he continued to express the situation, the kids behind the tree remained hidden. Even if they can’t hear the person from the other line, they might be able to hear what Steven said to Craig last night.

“He has a friend named Garnet?” Eileen whispered.

“I doubt he or she is his friend.” Cannonball added.

“There’s a lot more to why he’s here.” Wildernessa being suspicious. “Garnet might be more than a person.”

“And then last night, I showed Craig my gem.” Steven stopped himself while trying to calm down. “I didn’t know what to do but he promised me to keep this a secret between us.”

“Anything else…?” Garnet responded.

“I accidentally made an explosion in my apartment where…I was above his brother…and that’s where everything turned upside down.”

After expressing almost everything that happened, Garnet from the other line took time to process. She knew it was a matter of time Steven would get himself in a predicament but she still wasn’t happy about it.

“Steven, I know this won’t be easy, but you know for a fact you're not done with this kid.”

“Garnet, even if I try to make up for what I did, what can I do for Craig?”

“Before you left, Greg told me about you wanting a normal life. We didn’t know how to handle the situation, but we agreed that moving out of Beach City is best for you.”

“True, it’s just…I didn’t think anyone like Craig would be this curious of me when no one else would.”

“You can’t escape people’s curiosity. You’re always gonna deal with obstacles along the way. When the time has come, you may be able to work things out with him.”

Knowing how Garnet can only see the future if she knew what Craig looks like, Steven can assume the most of his chances being minimal. “I’ll try to think of a solution, but it won’t be easy.”

“I know you can do this.”

“Okay, I’ll call you later when I get the chance.”

Meanwhile, Aquamarine and Ruby have been fused into Bluebird Azurite. They flew above the pond with Steven hanging up his phone call with Garnet. “There he is.” She grinned.

Steven put his phone away while standing up. “Okay, first thing I’m gonna do is go to Craig’s house, work things out and hopefully his parents will allow me to sleep over.” As he took a deep breath not forgetting what he did to his brother, the only thing he could do is focus on setting things straight with Craig. But before he turned around, Bluebird appeared out of the blue.

“Here’s Bluebird!” She shouted, causing Steven to fall on his back.

The kids behind the tree couldn’t believe what they’re seeing. A floating unaligned gem with a sword in her hand wasn’t possible, but it is. “That looks amazing.” Sparkle Cadet commented.

“Her wings are made out of water.” Eileen added.

“Look at her face.” Kelsey replied.

“Maybe this is what Steven told Craig about last night.” Omar said.

“Can this get any bizarre?” Wildernessa asked.

As Steven got back up, he couldn’t believe he encountered Aquamarine and Ruby again after they left Beach City in defeat. But then again, they cared less whatever consequences happened to them. “You…” He reacted.

“Yeah duh!” Bluebird replied. “What are the odds that we would meet again?”

“One in a million. But seriously, I’m not in the right mood, I had a rough afternoon.”

“A rough afternoon? That only gives me the advantage.”

“No!” Steven reacted. “I’m not the same savior of the universe from before.”

“Why? Because you lost your touch on saving all of the gems to the point you leave your family behind?”

Steven’s fist clinch which causes his gem to glow. “I’m telling you, you got it all wrong!”

“I still love where this is going.” She stared at his gem. “You can make excuses all you want but you know you’re never gonna stop us from hating you. In fact, I’m surprised you're more of a smelly baby with his three mommies.”

Steven glows pink, catching the attention from the kids but the moment Steven activates his shield, they’re mind is blown forever. “Leave…me…alone!”

“Make me!” She flowed towards Steven as he got out of the way.

“Man she can fly!” J.P. took notice.

Steven immediately ran towards Bluebird as he jumped in the air, hitting her with his shield but she dodged. She uses her ice cutlass to throw ice projectiles at Steven. The kids saw the cryomancy magically appear, not fooling them in the slightest.

“I thought I’ve seen everything but this…defies all logic.” Cannonball replied.

“They’re getting away!” Stacks pointed as Steven chases Bluebird through the Creek. As the kids followed the two, the rain poured harder with thunder strikes becoming more common. The leaves from the trees moved rapidly with the wind blowing harder. It wasn’t stable for any child to be outside but the group refuses to leave until the battle is over.

Meanwhile the guy in the red poncho heard the ground being sliced in. When he turned to the direction of the action, it was hard to see with the amount of trees in the way but he saw a flying blue person despite that. He immediately ran on the trail, heading to where the action’s taking place.

Steven holds onto one of the branches after dodging more ice projectiles. He threw his shield at Bluebird only for her to dodge again, just when Kelsey and the others tried to catch up, Stacks noticed the shield being thrown at them. “Look out!” She pushed Kelsey down on the ground as the shield flew above them and back to his location. The shield went through the branches and back to Steven’s possession.

“You’re making a huge mistake!” Steven continued to glow pinker.

“What mistake?” Bluebird flew right at his face. “You have no one to go to, what’s stopping me?” She sliced the branch with her ice cutlass that Steven held onto. Steven hit the ground on his side, giving him a bruise on his arm.

“Ehhh!” He grimaces in pain. “I do have somewhere to go, I’m traveling!”

“Then maybe you should’ve traveled with your family like a family’s little cry baby.”

This caused Steven to look up as he got back on his feet. He launched himself at Bluebird up against the tree really hard. The impact was so hard, it caused the kids to trip down, similar to what happened back at the apartment, only this time it was more powerful.

The sound of the impact was heard all over the neighborhood of Herkleton, they assume it was the thunder strikes creating collision to the ground, but the destruction isn’t anything what they thought. Craig in his bedroom remembered that noise as he got out of bed. He looked out his window and saw a flying blue person far in the distance.

“A Gem?” He blinked only to remember what Steven told him last night. “A GEM!!!” He immediately ran out of his bedroom and headed straight downstairs. However, from the sound of his voice, it caught the attention of Bernard and Alexis who popped their heads out of Bernard’s bedroom.

“Craig!?” Alexis reacted. When they got downstairs, they saw Craig putting his rain jacket on.

“Craig!? What are you doing!?” Bernard panicked.

“I’m going to the creek to see what’s going on!” Craig opened the front door.

“Craig! It isn’t safe outside!”

Craig ignored his brother as he headed out just before Alexis grabbed him. “Craig!” She shouted as Craig ran across the street.

“Alexis, I have to stop my brother!” He put on his shoes and rushed out to chase his brother.

“Bernard!?” She called.

“Just stay inside where it’s safe!!!”

Back in the creek, the person wearing the red poncho finally made it to where the action’s taking place, but he still distanced himself to prevent getting hurt. When he watched the action, he took out his phone to record it. Through his screen, he witnessed Bluebird’s cryomancy launching at Steven, who blocked it with his shield. His glowing pink skin took him by surprise, as if it gave him the impression that he isn’t human like he is.

Steven landed on the ground again, but he continued to get weaker with the rain getting in his way. He sneezed while the cold got to him. Soon, Bluebird bumped into him just when he lost his balance.

“What’s the matter Steven? Has the weather driven you away?” Bluebird taunted. “You’re getting more drained by the second.”

“I…just…” Steven panted. “Want…to make…things better here.”

As the red poncho continued to record the moment, Kelsey and the others from the other side of the area witnessed Steven slowing down as Bluebird pushed him to the ground. Meanwhile, Craig ran as fast as he could in the creek while wearing his hood. However Bernard managed to follow him just before he lost him in the creek.

“Craig, come back to the house!” He shouted.

“No!” Craig responded as he got close to the noise. Thankfully, he came across the ice projectiles that were sliced through the ground. When he looked at what was in front of him, he’s in complete shock to see Steven on the ground, defending himself with his shield while witnessing another gem, but way more different.

“You can’t always make everything better without the help of The Crystal Gems.” Bluebird lifting her ice cutlass at him. “What’s left that you can possibly turn anything around?” As she uses Hydrokinesis with the raindrops gathering together, Craig rushed to the Gem just before Bernard grabbed him. He jumped onto Bluebird, causing the Hydrokinesis to collapse.

“Leave him alone!” He grabbed her ice cutlass.

“Get off of me!” Bluebird losing her position.

“Craig?” Steven slowly gets back up.

All of his friends were shocked to see Craig come to the rescue out of nowhere. He can’t be able to put her down with the strength of the gem lifting her back up. “Why you little-!”

Steven hit Bluebird with his shield after throwing it at her, just when Craig took notice by getting out of the way. Bluebird crashed in the branch, landing in the puddle, causing Aquamarine and Ruby to unfuse. Craig landed on the ground on his knees, with mud on his pants while almost getting hit, he didn’t need any more proof of what a Gem is.

When he turned to Steven, he didn’t expect to come to his aid after the separation. But then again, he didn’t separate him by choice. He walked up to Steven as he stared at him even in pink. Bernard saw the whole thing, he feared his brother was about to get hit but is in relief that it didn’t happen. But he still keeps his distance from him in case he explodes like last time.

Steven after walking up to Craig closely, his pink glow went away. With tears in his eyes, he picked up Craig and gave him a hug. “You…saved me.” He responded.

“That’s how I do it in the creek.” Craig replied.

Steven took notice of the kids who saw everything. When Craig also took notice, they broke the hug as he landed on the ground. “Craig…” Wildernessa spoked.

“Is this what you’ve been feeling all this time?” Sparkle Cadet asked.

“Yes.” Craig nodded as he showed everyone Steven’s gem. “But there’s more to it than what you saw.”

Steven couldn’t hide his secret from anyone anymore, and during the fight in the storm, he gave up. It got darker in the creek as it caught everyone’s attention. “Can I sleep at your place?” Steven wondered.

“Sure.” Craig let go of Steven’s wet shirt. “You can sleep on the couch in the living room.”

“Thanks.”

Steven and Craig walked together to find his van while Bernard slowly backed away. He decided to walk home rather than taking Steven’s van in case something bad happens. “It’s gonna be a long time until we know him more.” Omar commented.

“Yes.” J.P. added. “Let’s get out of here.”

With the kids heading home for the night, Aquamarine and Ruby got out of the puddle while dealing with the defeat, due to a kid they’d never met. Of course that also means their profile is no longer low. “I can’t believe that brat of a kid stopped us!” Ruby exclaimed, getting the mud off of her.

“We would’ve defeated Steven for good!” Aquamarine added. “If Steven finds more reinforcements other than his family, he may outnumber us again!”

Little did they know, the red poncho was standing right behind them after he put his phone away. When the two gems looked at him face to face, it didn’t phase him nor afraid of what he was, in fact, he was impressed.

Steven parked his car in the driveway of Craig’s house. They rushed to the front door with the thunderstorm staying around through the night. Craig closed the door as he took off his rain jacket. Steven had never felt this soaked in such a long time. His shirt, pants and his socks, not a single spot in those areas was dry.

Craig takes Steven up to the bathroom for him to use a towel. Bernard and Alexis saw what’s happening in the bathroom. They saw Steven drying himself up with his towel while Craig took out his pajamas from Steven’s luggage. Even if his clothes are still dirty, he’ll clean them up during the laundry tomorrow. As he’s all dried up, Steven gets into his pajamas, they head out of the bathroom, heading back downstairs and entering the living room. Craig took out a spare blanket for Steven to sleep in as he laid himself on the sofa.

“Here you go.” He hands Steven the blanket.

“Thanks.” Steven responded. “So…what do you think we’re gonna do?”

“Probably need more time to work this out. There’s a lot to take care of.”

As Steven smiles, he covers himself with the blanket. “That’s fine, I’m not leaving anytime soon.”

Craig also smiled as he left Steven alone in the living room. Just when he heads back upstairs, Bernard and Alexis stop him from heading back in his bedroom. “Were you out of your mind!?” Bernard whispered.

“He can’t sleep here, he’s gonna explode like earlier!” Alexis added.

“It’s gonna be alright.” Craig said. “I know it’s crazy to do, but I couldn’t just leave him all alone.”

“We don’t even know who he is inside.” Bernard panicked. “This is nowhere near what we expected from him.”

Craig remembered his brother didn’t get all the answers during the meeting. However he’s not gonna pressure him like his brother did. “True, but maybe you should stay away from him for a while. He needs me more than you and I’m not saying that to get back at you.”

“He’s right.” Alexis commented. “Though the last two days haven’t been the same.”

“Everything hasn’t been the same.” Bernard replied. “But yeah, I need some space from him, so I’m probably gonna hang out with my friends.”

“Should we tell them that Steven’s staying?”

“I’ll make up my mind in the morning.”

“Okay, I should probably leave.”

“I’ll drive you back.” As Bernard offered to his girlfriend, Alexis headed straight down by the front door. Before he headed down, he looked at Craig. “Craig…I’m sorry for not believing you.”

“It’s fine.”

As Bernard takes Alexis back to her apartment, Craig heads straight to his bedroom to go to bed. He doesn’t know what his first goal is for Steven, but he’ll make sure he’ll do whatever it takes to work things out with him, especially learning more about his life as a Gem.

Meanwhile, the red poncho took Aquamarine and Ruby to his place. After entering his bedroom, he placed Aquamarine and Ruby on his bean bags. “Finally some shelter of some sorts.” Aquamarine relaxed herself.

“Who are you?” Ruby crossed her arms.

The red poncho took off his hood while taking off his mask, revealing his face with a lightning strike from his window. “I’m Xavier. The former king of the other side of the creek. And Craig’s worst enemy.”

“That kid who attacked us…is Craig?” Aquamarine responded as Xavier nodded.

“I’ve got a feeling this is the beginning of a new friendship.”

#fanfiction #steven universe #craig of the creek #craig williams #crossover #cartoon crossover #kelsey pokoly #j.p.#The Sewer Queen #Sparkle cadet #cartoon network #omar #xavier #steven quartz universe #bluebird azurite #wildernessa #bernard williams #Alexis

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Part four🖤

"Kelsey what was that?" "Y/N I... (sigh) okay I think it's time to tell you. See, I had a twin sister her name was Maya and she was diagnosed with a very rare disease at a young age. My parents tried everything in their power to save her but nothing would work. When we turned 18 she felt that she didn't have much time left so... so she asked Moskowitz for help. " I was confused" But why him? He's way to young to be a doctor Kelsey. " " The thing is Y/N Moskowitz is... not like us he's... a vampire. " that hit me like a brick. A vampire?" Excuse me Kelsey but... a vampire? "" He's not the only one, many of our guests are vampires too but they don't feast on human blood. But Moskowitz is evil, he took advantage of Mayas desperation and drank her blood. All she wanted was not to die and he killed her. I will never forget that." " I...I'm sorry Kelsey but I need some time to process that. "" It's okay Y/N I totally understand. It's just two hours till we close and there are not many people here. You can go home and we see us tomorrow. " I nodded" Thank you Kelsey, have a good night. " " You too Y/N see you tomorrow. " I brought the glasses behind the counter, took my bag out of the locker and left the bar. My head was spinning with all the informations and suddenly everyone who walked past me looked suspicious. I started walking faster, all I wanted was to go home, take a hot shower and go to bed, maybe just maybe everything would turn out as a bad dream. After a fifteen minute walk I arrived at the apartment building. I was about to put my keys into the lock when I suddenly felt someone grab me and put a hand over my mouth. "If you scream I'm going to hurt you, got it?" I nodded. The voice sounded familiar but before I could finish the thought, the world started spinning and everything went black. I woke up in a dark room lit by a few candles lying in a huge bed. The windows were covered with heavy black curtains. I got out of bed and opened them just to see that a black foil on the glass kept the sun from shining into the room. "You can try to escape through the window but it won't work. Even if you manage to break the glass you wouldn't survive the fall." I turned around and saw a shadowy figure standing near the door holding what looked like a bag in his hand. He took a step forward and I could see his face.

Part five 🖤

#vampire au #vampire eli moskowitz

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Here With Me Part 10 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: Though they’ve shared plenty of bedroom time before...now they’re a couple and that makes it all different. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram).

Warnings: Smut, cursing // Word Count: 4,098

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Nine

As expected, Taylor had gotten an ‘atta boy’ response from Mark and an inquiry from his parents whether they were still on for their nightly phone call. It had gone about as well as expected when he called after Kelsey had left, he knew his parents were a little reserved about him being in a new relationship but his dad had certainly been impressed that Kelsey was pre-med.

Though he was still basking in Kelsey finally being his, Taylor had to focus on their upcoming game at Fenway. He was excited to be skating in a game on outdoor ice but they really needed to win.

Ultimately though, things were still not clicking and despite all the fanfare they left Fenway empty handed.

Back on the bus headed home, Taylor saw a text message from Kels. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting but a tastefully seductive pic of her underwear clad body had not been it and it left his mouth completely dry and his dick half hard in his sweats.

Holy shit.

His girlfriend was trying to kill him.

Fidgeting in his seat, Taylor tried to get comfortable but that was suddenly a new level of difficult.

“Tmak. Can you sit still dude.” Mercs mumbled from beside him where he was trying to sleep against the window.

“Sorry.” Taylor mumbled, still feeling wound up at the image now ingrained in his mind.

The two hour bus ride could not pass by fast enough for Taylor and when they finally made it home he just wanted to get alone to text Kelsey back.

Unfortunately it was after midnight and while he cleaned up his room after asking if she was still awake he was left with the silence of a sleeping girlfriend. Cleaning up his laundry, Taylor finally grabbed the shirt that had been laying on his floor since before Christmas and was surprised when another scrap of fabric fell from it.

Kelsey’s panties. They had to be. Holy shit.

He had no idea whether she had left them on purpose or by accident but regardless they turned his semi into a full erection and he sank onto his bed with them in hand adjusting the situation in his sweats.

Snapping her a picture back of his impending problem along with her panties he added a caption that she was officially killing him.

Still feeling antsy and wound up, Taylor couldn’t help but slowly stroke himself just thinking about his girlfriend and how good it was going to feel to be with her again.

After bringing himself to completion, Taylor sent Kels a picture of the aftermath before cleaning himself up and finally falling asleep.

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Waking up, Kelsey saw that Taylor had replied to her flirtatious text the night before. She couldn’t help but curse when she saw the contents, the first being his hard dick straining his sweats and the second his stomach covered in his cum. Both contained her underwear, the pair she had been looking for since prior to Christmas and she bit her lip because yeah that only made it all hotter.

Biting her lip, Kelsey quickly typed back a response.

Kelsey: I know somewhere that would look even better.

Even if she had gotten herself off last night after sending the original photo, Kelsey was still wound tight after not having sex in almost three weeks.

And while she typically liked to keep control of the exchange of bodily fluids, she wouldn’t mind letting him cum all over her chest at some point.

Taylor: Have any plans today?

Kelsey: Idk…you tell me.

When Taylor sent another picture of his abs with a tent to his boxers Kelsey groaned. Yeah that was pretty much all the convincing she needed.

Kelsey: Be there as soon as I can get dressed and get out of the house.

Pulling herself out of bed, Kelsey grabbed a sexy lingerie set and clothes and changed after going to the bathroom and freshening up. Besides the lacy lingerie which was a step above anything Taylor had seen her in including the first night they hooked up, her clothes were nothing crazy, just yoga pants and a hoodie but it wasn’t like whatever she wore was going to stay on her body long. She hadn’t really gotten to wear lingerie for Taylor before and she was anxious to see what he would think of some of her not so standard pieces.

Tucking more practical panties in her bag for after sex, Kelsey grabbed the bottle of warming lube Taylor had gotten her for her birthday and threw that in her bag as well before checking to make sure she had her phone, wallet, and keys.

Slipping downstairs, Kelsey moved to grab her shoes and coat only to be stopped by her dad asking where she was going.

Not yet ready to tell her parents that she was dating someone because she knew that they would insist on meeting Taylor immediately, she played it off that she was going to get brunch with one of her girlfriends with whom she had an arrangement that they would always cover for each other in lies to the parents with no questions asked. Though her dad didn’t seem to buy her casual wear as brunch wear Kelsey shrugged and declared that they were both feeling lazy this morning and that it wasn’t a big deal.

Finally getting her dad off her back, Kelsey proceeded outside to clean off her car, finally texting Taylor that she was on her way.

It was a little farther of a drive to his apartment from her parents, about 35-40 minutes, but when she got there the anticipation kicked back in. This was going to be the first time she was with Taylor now that they were together and she couldn’t wait to see if that changed anything between them.

Climbing out of her car and grabbing her bag, Kelsey made her way through the little bit of slush outside before getting to Taylor’s door where she knocked softly. After a moment the door swung open and one of Taylor’s roommates appeared in front of her. She was fairly certain it was Lucas Mercuri but couldn’t say that for certain.

“Hey T. Your girl is here.” He called out regardless of who he was and he motioned for her to come in. She felt his eyes on her for a minute before he just shrugged and murmured that she knew where Taylor’s room was and walked away.

Making her way to the second bedroom, Kelsey nearly ran into Taylor as he was coming out of his room.

“Hey.” He stated, his face lighting up in a smile.

“Hey yourself.” She replied, pressing up to peck his lips softly. “You should uh make your way right back inside your room.” She added coming back down onto her feet flatly.

“Right to it huh?” Taylor laughed but complied, backing up and closing the door once she was inside his room. With a closed door behind them, Kelsey pressed up and draped an arm around Taylor’s neck pulling him into a heated kiss. Pushing her jacket off, Taylor promptly dragged her over toward his bed, continuing to kiss her as he lifted her up onto it.

Holding him close between her thighs, the intensity of the kiss continued to increase and Kelsey slid her fingers along the edge of his shirt pushing under it to lift up. As her fingers pushed up, Kelsey felt Taylor’s breathing start to shallow and she broke the kiss looking up at him.

“Are you okay Taylor? You didn’t get hurt last night did you?”

His eyes weren’t showing pain and he hadn’t flinched at all when she touched him so Kelsey was left considering alternatives as to why his breathing would be shallow. All she could come up with was that he was anxious for some reason and she reached up pulling him into a hug, her fingers tangling into his hair.

“You know we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” She whispered softly confused as to why he was suddenly anxious when this wasn’t their first time being intimate.

Holding him for a minute, Kelsey pulled back finding his gaze more centered. Kissing along his jaw, Kelsey pressed a softer kiss to his lips putting control of the pace and intensity into his hands. As that kiss slowed she pulled back and shifted to slide up the bed, patting the spot beside her for him to come up too.

“This is your show T. I’m all yours.” Kelsey whispered. With him sitting beside her, his back against the wall, Kelsey twisted and closed the gap, kissing him softly once more.

And that’s what they did for at least the next twenty minutes, they kissed. Kelsey played with his hair and Taylor’s thumb slid under her hoodie, brushing the soft skin of her hip in the smallest way. Eventually he shifted, pulling her onto his lap as he centered himself in the middle of the twin mattress.

Straddling him, Kelsey ground down against him just slightly needing the contact. He felt so good and her head was swirling with emotion. He was hers and it had been a long time since she could say that. Plus, it certainly hadn’t felt like this with any previous boyfriends.

Kissing him again she continued to play with his hair, sighing into his mouth as his hands slipped up her back under her hoodie until they reached her bra.

“Kels is that…” Taylor mumbled against her mouth as his fingers explored the lace.

“Why don’t you find out.” She breathed, smiling into the kiss while lifting her arms for Taylor to pull the hoodie off of her.

He did, thereby breaking the kiss, and Kelsey watched as his jaw dropped seeing the red lace bra covering her chest. His eyes darkened as well and Kelsey shivered as he just looked at her half nude body, his expression full of want.

“See something you like?” She teased softly, enjoying having his full attention like this and feeling his want against her thigh.

“God Kels…” He breathed, his hands grazing lightly over her torso. “You’re so gorgeous. I just want to…” His voice trailed off as it got thicker and Kelsey threaded a hand through his hair again.

“All yours Tay.” She reminded him, gasping as he wrapped his hands around her hips before carefully leveraging up to roll her underneath him. Spread out under him with him kneeling between her thighs, Kelsey looked up at him a little breathless.

“Such a turn on T.” She giggled, loving how strong he was to move her so effortlessly. Pulling him down for another kiss, Kelsey slipped her hands down along his shoulders admiring how big and broad he was. Someone his size could be intimidating yet Taylor just made her feel so safe. Somehow she knew that he would never hurt her.

This time when Taylor broke the kiss he trailed his mouth down over her shoulder, dipping down over her clavicle, and over the tops of her breasts. This was a new way of being kissed for Kelsey and she just tipped her head back against the pillow sighing happily at the way his mouth worshiped her.

From the tops of her breasts, Taylor skipped down to her ribs and stomach, stopping at the edge of her sweatpants. “Can I take these off to look at you?” He asked softly, words almost muffled by her stomach.

Brushing a stray strand of hair out of his face Kelsey nodded and raised her hips so he could slide the sweats off of her body. With Taylor getting the full picture, matching panties and all, she watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.

“I swear you’re not real.” He mumbled, his voice broken with arousal.

“I promise I am.” Kelsey replied, crooking her finger for him to return within reach for her to kiss him.

Kissing the corner of his mouth, Kelsey pressed her lips to his seeking a deeper kiss. As good as slow was, she needed more.

“Do I get to see some skin too?” She asked, softly brushing her fingers against his sides, lifting the hem of his shirt just slightly.

Sitting up a bit, Taylor tugged his shirt over his head and Kelsey sighed happily because yeah that was what she wanted. He was gorgeously strong and she certainly appreciated the view. His pecs were sexy and though he was still soft, the teasing ripple of his abdominal muscles made her grow increasingly damp.

Trailing nails down his biceps as he hovered over her, Kelsey brushed her knee against his side just seeking as much contact as possible.

Though Taylor was kissing her again, he still didn’t seem as relaxed as he had in their previous encounters.

“Hey T?” She questioned softly drawing Taylor’s eyes up to look at her. “You gotta relax. Our first time together as a couple is supposed to be fun, not stressful. Trust your body because it already knows what to do to make both of us feel really good. Stop thinking so much and just feel.”

To accentuate her point, Kelsey slid one hand between them to tease over the fine hairs of his happy trail before stroking him gently through his sweats.

His low groan made her smile and she drew him back in for a kiss.

“That’s my boy.” She mumbled.

Immediately Taylor’s eyes darkened and his kiss became fierce as he reached with one hand over to his bedside drawer presumably for a condom.

“Fucking hell Kels.” He mumbled sliding a hand to tug at her bra just wanting the lace off of her now as much as he enjoyed it. Reaching to help him, she unfastened it from behind her back before letting him pull it off his body and tossing it onto his floor.

With him now pressed chest to chest with her as his mouth dipped to her neck, Kelsey slid her hands to grope at his ass, admiring the gluteal muscles hockey had given him. Sneaking her hands under his sweats and boxers to feel his skin, she hummed softly.

He had a great ass and she wanted to admire him fully sans clothes so she pushed at his clothing signaling that he should take them off.

He didn’t respond right away, too focused on leaving a mark on her neck, but when he did he slid his way down the bed, dragging her panties with him before shedding the rest of his own clothes as well.

Staring at him naked in front of her, Kelsey felt the anticipation rise and she moaned softly seeing the glisten of precum on the head of his dick.

“Please Tay. I need you so bad.” She murmured not even needing any other form of foreplay besides the extended kissing they’d been engaged in since she arrived. She was wet and ready to feel him in the way she’d been missing since before Christmas.

“Such a needy girl. My girl.” Taylor mumbled as he settled back over her, grabbing the condom to sheathe himself.

“T please.” Kelsey repeated.

“I got you.” Taylor murmured, kissing her tenderly. Once protection was situated, he lined himself up and sunk a few inches inside before stilling to let her adjust. When her nails clawed at his back he sunk a few more inches, moving slow until he was seated fully inside and she was keening under him.

She looked so goddamn beautiful and felt so damn good that it was hard for Taylor to focus enough not to just lose it then and there.

Whimpering at how full Taylor made her feel and needing him to move, Kelsey pressed her hips up against his making him slide even a tiny bit deeper.

“C’mon T. Please.” She pleaded, needing him to set some sort of rhythm. Thankfully he complied, though it was just with a slow grind that didn’t really provide much internal stimulation, however, it caused his pelvis to nudge against her clit sending sparks of pleasure through her body. It definitely wasn’t enough to get her there but she did enjoy the stretch of feeling so full in addition to the other stimulation.

As she continued to grip him tight, hands sliding over his sides and back, Taylor started moving, pulling out slowly before sinking back in, moving just as lazily but hitting deep.

This was definitely a different kind of sex and Kelsey could only moan at the sensations it evoked. Taylor’s slow movements had her feeling every inch of him as he moved inside her, the way the bumps and ridges of his dick sparked pleasure in her belly. She couldn’t recall ever having sex hit this deep and she was a little surprised by just how good it felt.

“Fuck Kels.” Taylor’s voice sounded completely broken and it made Kels whimper knowing that he was affected just as much as she was by their intimacy.

Tipping her head until his lips met hers, Kelsey kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding into his mouth as he slid back deep inside her. As deep as the sex was physically, it was deeper than anything she’d ever experienced emotionally too and as Taylor continued to slowly move inside her, Kelsey felt her orgasm start to build.

Already she could tell that this wouldn’t be like any orgasm she’d ever had before and she clung to Taylor’s body as she prepared for the intensity of it to wash over her.

Though she knew it was coming, it hit unexpectedly and Kelsey cried out into Taylor’s mouth as her body spasmed hard around him and fluids flooded from her soaking his bedding and prolonging her orgasm. She’d read about squirting for classes but had never experienced it herself. She wasn’t surprised that Taylor had made it happen but she hadn’t imagined it would happen to her. It was definitely worth the hype though and left her basking in all of the aftershocks as Taylor released into the condom before sinking down to lay on her without crushing her while he worked up the strength to pull out.

As he worked to steady his breathing, Taylor’s fingers grazed over her ribs and Kelsey wiggled slightly because it tickled. Her movements made him brush against her inner walls and Kelsey whispered softly for him to please pull out because she was definitely edging on oversensitive.

With Taylor climbing off of her to dispose of the condom after pulling out, Kelsey shifted to reach for some clothing to throw on so she could make her way to the bathroom without flashing his roommates.

“Be right back, need to pee.” She murmured softly before slipping out of his room. There was an ache between her thighs that only came from the best sex and when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror she looked mussed but glowy from having been fucked good by her boyfriend.

Returning to Taylor’s room she saw him pulling sheets from the bed and immediately flushed because yeah that was definitely her fault. Though she offered to help, Taylor shook his head and continued changing the sheets before pulling her close after dropping the dirty set into his laundry basket.

Sliding her arms around his waist, Kelsey buried her face into his chest.

“Sorry.” She mumbled against his bare skin, just breathing in the scent of him after sex.

“It’s hot.” He whispered in her ear, lifting her up until her legs were wrapped around his hips. Depositing her gently onto his bed, Taylor slid in beside her and held her close, kissing her head. Though he wasn’t certain of what had happened, he had his speculations and if he was right it really was beyond hot. He didn’t want to make her any more self conscious though so he was just going to snuggle her and enjoy her being there after being with her intimately.

Laying in Taylor’s arms after sex was something that Kelsey knew she could definitely get used to. She’d never done it in the past because she was trying to protect herself and stay within the boundaries of hooking up with someone. But now, Taylor was hers and this was definitely a nice perk she planned on taking full advantage of.

Resting her head on his shoulder, Kelsey took the time to trail patterns over Taylor’s skin, exploring his body in a new way. As her fingers grazed over his right forearm she noticed a darkened squiggly line of skin that indicated a scar and she fingered over it softly wondering how she hadn’t noticed it before and how he’d gotten it.

There was still so much that Kelsey had yet to learn about Taylor.

And while a part of her wanted to learn it all right now, she knew that they had time for her to discover bits and pieces as they progressed through their new relationship.

That was exciting to think about.

****

Lazy touches and caresses slowly turned to ones with intent. This time it was Taylor suggesting that they didn’t have to do anything even as his erection stood proud in his boxer briefs. Yet after breaking a deep, breath stealing kiss, Kelsey reached for a condom from Taylor’s bedside drawer.

“Are you sure Kels?” Taylor whispered, his voice husky but filled with concern.

“I’m not gonna break T.” She assured him, palming his length. “I like the way you fill me.”

Groaning, Taylor carefully pulled off of them the few items of clothing that had been put back on after their first round of sex and brushed his fingers through her core.

“Gonna grab some lube.” He declared, shifting to reach over her. He really didn’t want to hurt her and the foreplay hadn’t been quite as lengthy this time so it was better safe than sorry.

“The warming lube you got me is in my purse.” Kelsey murmured. Nodding, Taylor climbed off the bed and retrieved the small bottle before sliding back in beside her.

Sheathing himself once again, Taylor liberally coated both his length and her core with lubricant before setting the bottle aside.

“Let me know if I hurt you.” He murmured and only once Kelsey nodded promising she would, did he shift to hover over her, line himself up, and gently press inside her.

It wasn’t often that she’d had multiple rounds of sex and immediately Kelsey felt the slight burn of overactivity. It wasn’t bad though, the feeling of being full once again took precedence and the warmth of the lubricant also helped to ease any discomfort.

“Taylor, come on, I’m fine.” Kelsey assured him, nipping playfully at his jaw in a signal of get on with it. Even though she was feeling fine, she wasn’t sure she could handle anything quite as drawn out as their first round had been.

Thankfully, Taylor read that from her body and pulled out, snapping his hips against hers on the instroke. It still wasn’t hard but with his movements much quicker, it created a delicious friction that immediately started pebbles of pleasure under her skin.

“Taylor. Fuck.” She cried out as he thrust into her steadily. Though she tried to muffle her sounds of pleasure against his shoulder, she was certain Taylor was probably going to hear about it from his roommates later.

Kelsey knew that she wasn’t going to last long and that was reaffirmed when Taylor slipped a hand between them to rub at her clit as his thrusts became more erratic.

“Need you to cum Kels.” He mumbled close to her ear and Kelsey nodded, whining softly that she was close.

She wasn’t quite close enough though because Taylor beat her to the punch, hips jerking then stilling as he released into the condom again.

Once his brain regained function though, Taylor resumed rubbing at her clit and kissed her deeply while grinding softly inside her until she joined him over the edge, her screams silenced by his mouth.

Somehow the sex just kept getting better.

As she staggered to the bathroom to pee again, Kelsey knew that she was going to be sore later and she was definitely going to need to come up with an excuse because brunch should not come with a limp.

All in all, totally worth it and though she needed to head home soon she was going to try and enjoy another hour or so cuddling her boyfriend.

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hippolotamus · 2 years

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Snippet Sunday

I was tagged by @treluna4 @alysiswriting and @stereopticons 😘 This is something that’s been twirling in my brain. No guarantees it’ll go beyond this but here goes…

“‘Lexis!” Twyla bolts up in bed, orienting herself to the room lit only by a patch of moonlight. She reaches to the other half of the bed, grasping at air, and it takes her a moment to realize — to remember — she’s alone because Alexis is away. This always happens the first night, but she still isn’t used to it, even after three years of marriage.

Twyla’s breathing evens out and her heart stops pounding against her ribcage long enough to recall specific details. Alexis is traveling for Interflix until Thursday and her flight arrives at Gate B at 9:37 pm. Thursday morning, just before she opens the cafe, Twyla will text Alexis in a final attempt to let her pick Alexis up at the airport rather than take a rideshare. Alexis will immediately text back ‘Thanks, babe. I’ll be fine 😘’. Twyla will shake her head and roll her eyes in faux exasperation. Love you, too.

The clock tells her it’s 4 am – too late to fall back asleep and too early to get up for the day. She throws back the covers, sitting up and sliding her feet into the shearling-lined slippers David and Patrick gave her last Christmas.

She walks downstairs to the kitchen for tea, the wood flooring creaking a little with each step. They’ve talked about replacing it with something more modern, but Alexis always relents to Twyla’s insistence that silencing the floor will make the house lose its personality. (And because Twyla won’t be able to tell where the active spirits are.)

The kettle whistles, softly at first, building to a crescendo and spitting out steam until Twyla turns off the burner. She pours the boiling water into her favorite sunflower mug, adds a sachet of lavender tea and flips the tea timer. Is Alexis awake? I hope she’s getting enough rest. Did she remember to pack her sleep mask? Is Seattle nice? Maybe we can tour the northwest next summer. Or would New England in the Fall be better?

A text notification pulls Twyla from her thoughts. She smiles when she sees it’s Alexis, and giggles when she opens the message.

Soooo many meetings today I can’t even see straight. Already can’t wait to get home.

Another message comes through almost immediately. Wait, why are you awake? You’re supposed to be sprawling across our bed for another 40 minutes.

Who’s to say I’m not sprawling? Twyla sends back. Actually I only wish I was. I woke up for no reason and couldn’t go back. Having some tea.

Twyla’s phone immediately rings with a FaceTime request.

“Hey, Lex,” she says softly. “Shouldn’t you be going to bed?”

“I’d much rather talk to you. How was your day, babe?”

Twyla tells her about George almost spilling a pot full of soup all over the kitchen. How Kelsey is really getting the hang of waitressing and only got six orders mixed up.

“Oh, Roland and Jocelyn came in saying something about David’s bathroom being too small and getting thrown out of the Apothecary.”

Alexis grimaces. “Ew, ew, ewww. There’s not enough mind bleach in the world for that. Ugh, poor David.”

“Don’t worry. I slipped an extra chocolate muffin in with his lunch order. Tell me about Seattle.”

“I wish I could,” Alexis pouts. “I went straight from the airport to my hotel, had just enough time to get changed before I had to meet with the head of marketing at the office. Then it was basically non-stop until I texted you.”

“Alexis—”

“I know, I know. But I did have a smoothie and got a big salad for dinner.”

“You can take care of yourself, I know that. I just… worry.”

“And I love you all the more for it.” Alexis kisses the tip of her finger and presses it to the screen.

Twyla gives her a soft smile in return. She’s not ready to let her go yet, but Twyla also knows Morning Alexis will be irritable and grumpy if Night Alexis doesn’t get enough rest. “You should sleep, Lex.”

“I don’t want to, but I should. Talk tomorrow?”

“You mean later today?” Twyla teases.

“Mmmm,” Alexis sticks out her tongue. “Yeah, that. Goodnight, babe. Or good morning?” She laughs, covering her face with her hands. “Ugh, I’m so tired. Have a good day. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Sweet dreams.”

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sohemotional · 1 year

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Prompt: Brittany takes care of Santana while she's sick.

“Santana? What’s up with you? You’re acting weird,” Quinn narrowed her eyes at the Latina suspiciously, looking up from her magazine. Santana didn’t respond to her and sat quietly in the corner of the hazel-eyed blonde’s bedroom, her arms crossed over her chest. “Your face looks strange. Ew, don’t tell me you’re sick. We can’t afford to be getting sick right now.”

Kelsey, an icy platinum blonde and Chelsea, a skinny brunette with a long face who were also cheerleaders on their team began to snicker at Santana meanly while Quinn looked on scornfully. The two girls were much closer to Quinn than they were to Santana and Brittany. Brittany watched her with a worried expression, placing a hand on Santana’s shoulder but the darker girl didn’t look up at her.

It made Brittany sad to see how anxious and upset Santana looked for the rest of their time at Quinn’s house as the Queen B and her two friends sneered at the black-haired girl before she made an excuse for why she needed to leave early, not even asking Brittany to come with her.

Santana and Quinn were normally competitive to the point of it being uncomfortable for Brittany to watch sometimes but this time the darker girl didn’t rise to the bait. It was weird that Santana hadn’t even answered the girls back in a sassy tone as she usually would when Quinn challenged her, her coffee brown eyes duller than normal, and hadn’t even grabbed Brittany’s hand to lead her away. Brittany could understand why Santana didn’t want to admit what was bothering her in front of those girls as they would only laugh at her. Those girls just didn’t care about what happened to Santana but Brittany did.

The day before was Sunday and Santana had been so quiet, unlike her usual playful and fiery self. Brittany hadn't heard from Santana since the night before night or that morning even after calling her, which was odd. The girl hadn't climbed through her bedroom window like a cat as she expected her to late that night to cuddle or even sent a text to say she was on her way to pick Brittany up for school. Brittany just knew something was wrong when minutes ticked by and Santana didn't respond to her text. Brittany began to worry about what had happened to her.

She was already ready for school by seven-thirty so she slipped on her pink and black backpack that matched Santana’s red and black one, biking over to Santana's house which was just a little further down the block. She noticed Santana's messy car parked in the driveway, filled with an assortment of fast food wrappers, mismatched old socks, and even bras and panties from both her and Brittany that were haphazardly scattered all over the backseat.

She rang the doorbell, waiting patiently at the porch of the massive, mansion-like hacienda style house Santana lived in with just her mom, ever since her father moved out a few years back.

"Brittany?" Maribel Lopez looked at her in surprise and curiosity, not used to seeing Brittany come to their house at such an early hour unless it was during summer vacation.

"Hi Mrs. Lopez. Is Santana home?"

"Yes, she's in her room getting ready. I'm surprised she didn't leave to pick you up for school yet. Maybe you should go check on her. Santana! Brittany's here to see you!"

They heard no movement or sound from the basement bedroom so Brittany just shrugged, going to look for her friend. She didn't bother to knock on Santana's door as both of them were accustomed to just barging in on each other because of how comfortable they were with each other’s presence.

Brittany gasped when she eventually walked into her bedroom, seeing Santana just lying flat out on her stomach sideways on her bed, the front half of her hanging off of it. When Santana rolled over to look at Brittany, there were very prominent dark circles around her dull-looking, red-rimmed eyes.

Her hair was messy and tangled. She was wearing no makeup at all, dressed in just an old, faded black t-shirt and drawstring pajama shorts. It looked like a hurricane had swept through her room with pillows and sheets thrown messily all over and for once it wasn't because Brittany had slept over.

"Santana, are you okay?"

"Britt? I'm fine..." She croaked. Her voice was so raspy that Brittany could barely understand her. Her face was paler than normal too. "Sorry I didn't text. I'll take you to school now."

Brittany was about to argue that it was completely okay if Santana didn't drive her to school but the black-haired girl just got up suddenly, clumsily moving around the room and grabbing clothes out of her drawer. She froze then got this funny look on her face and quickly grabbed the nearest tissue she could find, sneezing into it dramatically. Brittany sighed, going up to her and rubbing her shoulders gently as Santana turned away from her, sneezing again loudly. The blonde had never seen the darker girl like this before and it surprised her.

"You don't look so good... I don't know if you should go to school today..."

Santana waved her off, plastering a weak smile on her face that Brittany could tell was forced.

"No, no I'm fine...I never get sick. I just overslept..." In the middle of her sentence, Santana froze and her hand covered her stomach. Her face contorted weirdly. "Um, I'll be right back."

She moved fast, nearly tripping over her shoes and clothes that covered the floor then shutting the door behind her and Brittany heard the bathroom door slam. She sighed, picking up some of the many clothes on the ground and throwing them into Santana’s laundry hamper before Maribel noticed them and scolded the darker girl. She made up Santana’s bed while she was at it, making it look nicer for Santana to lie in. By the time Brittany was done, the room looked a million times better even though it was so dark as always.

When Santana returned she was huddled over but still wasn't saying anything to Brittany about whatever was wrong with her. Brittany put a hand on Santana's shoulder again, noticing the way she was still grimacing and much quieter than usual.

“Britt, you cleaned my room for me? You’re so... thank you.” Santana looked at her gratefully with tearful eyes.

“Shh, lay down.” Brittany just whispered with a soft smile, helping Santana get onto the black sheets. She placed a hand on Santana’s forehead and bit her lip worriedly, feeling how hot the darker girl was.

Maribel shouted from upstairs, telling the girls she was leaving for work and they heard the slam of the front door closing, followed by her car driving off.

"It's okay if you're sick."

Santana just grunted. It was the first time Brittany had ever been around Santana when she wasn't feeling well because Santana usually liked to be alone when she was sick and she could tell how much the girl hated being so weak. She knew Santana wasn’t going to admit how sick she felt so the blonde was gonna have to just say it.

"Your tummy hurts, right?"

Santana practically curled up in a ball on the bed, not denying it. Brittany sat beside her and slung an arm around her, rubbing her lower back gently. Santana eventually leaned closer to her, accepting the comfort. Brittany could feel Santana shivering against her violently, her skin sweaty and she placed her palm against Santana’s forehead again. Santana groaned, shrinking into herself even more.

"Okay maybe I am sick. I never get sick. It’s probably that stupid flu that’s been going around. I'm sorry... this is so embarrassing. I shouldn't give you anymore of my germs, Brittany. You don't have to stay with me and I don't want to make you any later for school today."

Brittany shook her head, putting a finger to Santana’s lips and the girl looked at her wide-eyed.

"I already got all your germs probably, so it doesn’t matter. I want to stay with you and help you."

"Really?" Santana was shocked as she thought Brittany would have been grossed out or wouldn’t want to deal with her. Her nose twitched and she sneezed loudly into a tissue, groaning as her head spun. “My head’s killing me, my stomach hurts, I’ve got the chills... even my bones hurt... Britt, are you sure? Just to warn you, I’m kind of... a lot when I’m sick and I know I look like complete trash right now.”

"Of course I’ll stay with you," Brittany just smiled, nodding and continuing to rub her back as Santana whimpered into a pillow. Santana grimaced, regretting all of the talking she had been doing as her throat and head were throbbing even more. She shuddered but didn't protest when Brittany rubbed her stomach very gently over her shirt. “I want to take care of you.”

Santana sighed in relief and closed her eyes, beyond grateful for Brittany’s company though she didn’t understand why the girl was so kind to her. She had felt so lonely and awful the night before without Brittany. She felt a rush of emotion at the thought of the blonde being the only one who would never abandon her.

“I’m really fine... it’s nothing, I just...” Santana paused mid-sentence, her face turning a shade of green and Brittany snapped into action quickly, passing her the garbage can beside her bed. She groaned as her stomach heaved and Brittany winced, pulling her black hair back.

“Oh, Honey... “ The blonde sighed. Santana looked up at her embarrassed with tears in her eyes and Brittany stroked her head. “It’s alright, San. It’s just me.”

_____

Santana was not only the most demanding person in the world when she was sick, as Brittany soon discovered but also was the worst at handling it. Part of it was because Santana wasn’t accustomed to being sick. Every two seconds she was whining about what was wrong with her, tossing and turning to try to find comfort on the bed and she’d beg for Brittany to bring her things like glasses of water, or tissues, or cough drops.

At one point, she threw her pillow across the room in a show of anger at the universe. After the fourth time Santana had unleashed a series of curses about her current state of health, Brittany thought of an idea.

“I think you should take a shower. You’ll feel better.”

“I can’t... Can’t you see I’m sick!?” Santana choked out. Brittany just sighed again, not bothered by Santana’s drama and eventually Santana allowed Brittany to help her walk to the bathroom without further argument. Santana stumbled a few times, grabbing onto Brittany for support. The darker girl was so weak that Brittany even had to help her take her clothes off and get into the shower. She helped Santana brush her teeth while she was at it.

It wasn’t one of their usual passionate moments in the shower together at all but Brittany thought it was sweet how meek and shy Santana was acting. She realized that the girl was fully dependent on Brittany at this point. Brittany liked being the one to take care of Santana.

She knew she was the only one Santana would ever allow to see her in this state and it made her heart beat a little faster. Afterwards, Brittany helped Santana into an oversized, loose shirt that went down to her thighs and nothing else, leading her over to her bed. She curled up behind Santana, spooning her and wrapping her arms around her from behind.

Santana was somewhat humiliated at Brittany seeing her in this state but on the other hand, she was really enjoying all of the attention she was getting from the blonde girl. Sometimes she would exaggerate her symptoms and moan a little more pathetically than she needed to because that would make Brittany hug her or fawn over her. Brittany’s always cool skin felt so soft and comforting against hers. There was something about the girl’s delicate, clean scent that soothed Santana. Part of her wouldn’t even mind being sick more often if it meant always having Brittany playing nurse for her.

At one point, Brittany looked at her phone, giggling at what some boy texted her and Santana frowned, dramatically throwing herself off the bed and pretending she was too weak to get up so Brittany rushed to help her. She smirked when Brittany didn’t pay attention to her phone again as she cuddled Santana instead.

What Santana didn’t like was taking her medicine.

“I brought you your medicine.”

Brittany returned from the adjoining bathroom with a little plastic cap filled halfway with a red liquid. Santana made a face but Brittany just smiled at her sweetly.

“Ew, no. I’m not taking that!”

“Please take it. It’ll make you feel better.” Brittany was pouting at her cutely so Santana reluctantly gulped down the syrup, practically gagging on it before she laid her head back on the pillow.

"This is the worst. Why did I have to get sick?!" Santana demanded to no one in particular, ending up having a coughing fit. She had been moaning and grumbling for the last hour as Brittany patiently rubbed her back or stroked her hair. “Brittany, I think I’m dying. It hurts!”

“Where hurts?”

“My stomach, my head, my throat - everything!”

Santana began to cry dramatically and Brittany felt terrible for her. She hugged Santana closely, allowing the darker girl to burrow into the crook of her neck and not caring about the tear stains soaking her shirt as Santana sobbed.

“Oh, San. I’m so sorry, Honey. I know, I know.”

Brittany leaned over and pressed her lips to Santana’s forehead for a long moment, frowning when she felt how high her temperature still was.

“W-what are you doing?”

Sure, she had been sleeping together with Brittany randomly since the start of the year and that wasn’t something she wanted to think about too deeply because of what it might mean but Brittany was acting so affectionately... it felt like the lines between friends with benefits and dating were becoming a little blurred.

“I was just taking your temperature. That’s how my Mom always does it.”

“Oh...”

She didn’t know what to say to that. Her heart was beating so fast. Brittany disappeared from the room for a while to go upstairs and Santana didn’t understand why her heart was still racing, butterflies in her stomach as she thought about the girl. Maybe the sickness was just making her more emotional than normal and giving her this weird feeling about Brittany. That had to be it.

When Brittany eventually returned, she was holding a bowl of something on a tray.

“Is that... you made me chicken noodle soup?”

Santana was beyond touched as Brittany helped her sit up and tried to feed her the soup with a spoon. Santana screwed up her face. She didn’t want to eat at all and she didn’t want anyone to know she had let someone feed her.

“Please, just eat a tiny bit. For me. It’ll make you feel better.”

Santana eventually relented, drinking the tiniest amount of soup before collapsing again on the bed and closing her eyes. She had no appetite at all and even the smell of food was off-putting. Everything tasted weird. Still, she couldn’t deny that the warm liquid did make her feel a little better and the best part of it was Brittany caring for her. Brittany got up again and Santana grabbed her shirt sleeve, tugging it.

“Please, don’t go.”

“But I just...”

“Please, just a little more.”

Brittany smiled at Santana practically begging her to cuddle with her. She could never say no, as she got lost in the abyss of those almost black eyes that were currently so soft and vulnerable. Santana looked so small in that moment. She smiled, allowing Santana to pull her into her arms again, this time lying on their sides and facing each other. Their toes touched and Santana squirmed at how cold Brittany’s feet felt against hers.

______

Santana was so weak as the hours wore on and in her delirious state she curled into Brittany, losing her inhibitions. She blinked, drifting in and out out wakefulness and barely remembered where she was. All she felt was this intense heat and she heard waves crashing.

She felt like she and Brittany were on some tropical beach together on a blistering summer day like they had been on the beach vacation Brittany went with the Lopezes on last summer, wearing tiny bikinis. Their bodies were pressed together tightly.

One second Brittany was holding her hand and she liked the feeling of that, then she practically threw Brittany down into the sand, landing on top of her and kissing her passionately without a care in the world about what anyone who saw them thought. Then in the blink of an eye, Santana was in some kind of sexy sailor outfit and Brittany was a mermaid. She made a very pretty mermaid.

“Mmm... Brittany. No we can’t... not in the sand like this...okay, maybe. I like your seashell bra.”

Brittany heard Santana moaning and blushed, especially when the Latina kept cuddling closer against her as tightly as humanly possible, sniffing her neck. She had let Santana sleep for a few hours, grateful when the girl had finally dozed off but it concerned her how warm her skin felt against hers.

“Santana?”

Santana just kept mumbling about something related to seashell bras and Brittany being a mermaid. It sounded nice and part of her wanted to learn more about what Santana was seeing but Brittany realized that the girl’s fever was so high she was hallucinating. She needed to help her.

“Santana, Honey, I think you’re dreaming.”

The Latina finally woke up, blinking at her in confusion with a flushed face and dazed eyes. Brittany stroked her hair back out of her eyes. She got up and brought Santana some tablets to take. Santana took them, this time without a struggle in her delirious state but whined pathetically until Brittany eventually smiled and got back under the covers to cuddle with her.

“Do you want to sleep some more?”

“Mm, yeah. With you,” Santana mumbled into her neck in a sleepy, raspy voice. “You’re the best.”

“No you are.” Brittany hummed in answer with a gentle smile even as she felt a warmth rise to her own cheeks at the way Santana was gazing at her like she was some kind of angel. Santana started to sob again, which made her concerned and then she looked up at her, all emotional again.

“Britt… I… I love you.”

Brittany blinked, stunned at the girl’s confession. The blonde never thought she’d hear those words from her even though she had always longed to. She felt that familiar pang in her chest and rush of affection she always felt around Santana grow but she reminded herself that what Santana was saying now didn’t mean anything. It was just her delirium making her lose her inhibitions and say silly things. She decided to play along with Santana. She was like a child in this state and didn’t know what she was saying.

“Aw, I love you too…”

Santana let out a frustrated groan and looked up at Brittany imploringly, her brows knit together as she seemed to be begging her to understand something.

“No.. not like that!”

“Like what? Santana, I... I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re like this...”

“No! You don’t get it,” Santana leaned up and pressed her lips to Brittany’s softly then more forcefully. Brittany gasped, not expecting it but not pulling away. “I want you.”

Brittany closed her eyes and accepted the kiss, feeling a sense of giddiness as Santana pressed her heated lips against hers, lying on top of her. It wasn’t the first time they had kissed, not by a long shot but this time felt like the most meaningful. Those butterflies she always felt when Santana kissed her were multiplying at a rapid pace.

It felt like forever when Brittany eventually pulled away with a shy, playful smile, knowing that Santana would be too weak to handle anymore exertion. Santana was breathless but tried to follow Brittany’s lips, even in her weakened state, pouting when Brittany pushed her back by the shoulders, encouraging her to lie down again and sleep.

“Get some sleep, Honey.” Brittany hummed, kissing the back of her head. Santana was still feverish and restless.

“Do you think I’m going to die?”

Brittany shook her head and giggled at the way Santana asked that question with complete seriousness.

“No. I think you’ll be feeling way better soon even though it sucks now.”

“Brittany... the other day when we...and I said our kissing meant nothing...”

“Yeah?” Brittany winced, thinking back to the painful memory of Santana once again pulling away from her after she had kissed her so heatedly. What she had with Santana was so forbidden, so secretive but Brittany had always longed for something she knew Santana wouldn’t let them have together.

“I lied.”

Santana was looking up at her with wide, innocent and honest eyes, without a trace of anything but honesty in her voice. Brittany’s heart skipped a beat, wondering if her ears were deceiving her.

She wanted to ask Santana what she meant, wanted so desperately to know how the girl really felt but when she turned around again, Santana’s eyes were closed and she was snoring softly, drooling a little on her pillow. Even with the drool, she still was an adorable sight. Brittany smiled and lay down beside her again.

The next day, Maribel looked at Santana suspiciously when Whitney Pierce called to say Brittany was home sick with the exact same flu.

“We all know what happened here!” Whitney announced loudly into the phone in her usual brash way with a big laugh while Brittany cringed. “Sounds like a kissing disease to me.”

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babyzoomba · 8 months

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She Sold Happiness in Glass Jars

The poster read, “Happiness! Sold in Glass Jars! Call Today!” and underneath the text was a phone number.

I was walking home from a long, exhausting day of work when I caught a glimpse of the paper stapled on an old telephone pole. I took a picture of it thinking it was amusing.

I was going to show my wife once I got to our apartment, but I was caught up with chores and forgot about it—dinner, dishes, laundry, packing a snack for our daughter, putting her to bed, then putting her toys away that she’d left out in the living room—every night, it was the exact same routine.

The next day, I awoke sleeping back-to-back with my wife. I always had to get up earlier than she did for my job, so I quietly got ready for the day and headed out the door.

At work, I was updating the company’s latest expense report. Most days were similar to this one. They were basically paying me to stare at a computer for nine hours a day and input a couple numbers in to a spreadsheet. I finished my work very quickly, so I decided to head out of the office early—it also helped that it was a Friday, and a lot of people leave early at the end of the week.

On my walk back, I was thinking of what my life had become. I did this often. I always dreamed of traveling when I was younger. I wanted to drive across the country or solo-backpack across Europe. Then I met Kelsey. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Kelsey. I mean, I still do. We just don’t have that spark anymore. When you meet someone and get in a relationship, whether it’s meant to be or not, some of your personal life-plans have to be put on hold. And then that relationship turns to marriage, and then you have a baby, then you have to enroll your daughter in a preschool, then you have to get a better paying job and work more hours and blah, blah, blah.

I’m not trying to throw a pity party for myself. I’m just saying I wasn’t exactly content with where I was in my life. I wouldn’t have referred to myself as a happy person.

As I took the same route home that I did every day to work and back, I walked by the same poster I had passed the day before. I don’t know why, I really don’t, but I decided to call the number. I figured it would be some joke. Maybe someone just picks up and says, “I love you!” on the other end and hangs up. Or maybe it’s a line to a sex-worker. I had no idea what to expect.

I called. It only rang once before someone picked up.

“Hello?” a woman said.

“Uh, hi—um, I’m calling about your poster? Your ad?”

“Oh, awesome,” she said calmly, “when do you wanna pick it up?”

“Pick what up?”

“The jar…” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh, of course, um,” I realized then that I had left work early without telling Kelsey, so I could just go pick it up now and she’d be none the wiser, “what exactly is it? That your selling?”

“I just told you. It’s happiness. In a glass jar. Like the poster said. Happiness keeps best in glass jars. They’re more durable than, say, a plastic bag.”

“Um, okay. Should we meet somewhere?”

“For sure. I don’t want you to end up being a creep or something, so let’s go to a public place.”

The public place we decided on was a Starbucks parking lot a little over a mile from me.

Now, I didn’t think I was really going to be buying a jar of happiness or whatever. I was 99% sure she was going to sell me drugs. Maybe heroine would be in the jar. I remember thinking, Oh no, ‘happiness’ is probably a nickname for some street drug and I’m going to a drug deal. What if she’s a cop? Am I going to be arrested? But something inside me told me to keep walking, and so I did.

I stood outside and texted her.

Me: I’m here.

Her: Cool. Be there in a sec.

Me: What are you driving?

Her: Silver Camry.

And as her final text came through, I saw her car pull in. She took a spot not too far from where I stood. I could see there was no one else in the car, which put my kidnapping fear to rest. She opened her door and stood on the pavement, looking around until her eyes met mine. I gave her a little nod of acknowledgment. She simply responded by waving her hand, gesturing for me to come over to her car, so I did.

She was young, maybe mid-twenties, with curly, golden hair. Her skin was pale and contrasted with the all-black outfit she was wearing. I thought she looked like Glinda the Good Witch from The Wizard of Oz had put on the Wicked Witch’s clothes.

“Nice day out,” she said as a greeting.

“Oh, yeah it is. Hadn’t really paid attention to it.”

“You were the one that called about the jar, right?”

“Yeah, that was me.”

“Cool, well, here you go.”

She handed me a very small, glass mason-jar. It couldn’t have been more than two inches tall. Inside of it was a light. Not a light bulb—just light. It was like someone bottled up sunshine. It glowed even in the midafternoon daylight. It looked like a tiny sun, or a tiny universe existing in this little crystal-walled home. I was admiring it with no attempt to hide the awe on my face.

“Pretty rad isn’t it?”

“What—what is it?”

“You’ve asked that, like, three different times, I think. My answer is still the same. It is happiness. Happiness in a glass jar.”

“What do I do with it?”

“Keep it,” She said simply, “if you have any problems shoot me a text.”

She started to get into her car.

“Wait!” I said, “I thought you were selling this? How much is it?”

“Don’t worry, man,” she said with a smile, “you’ll pay.”

She closed her door and I stepped out of her way as she backed up, then drove off. What the hell had just happened? What was I holding? I looked down at the jar again, its radiance was simply mesmerizing. I put it in my pocket and could see its glow slightly through my pants. I began to walk home.

What was just a nice, sunny day, quickly changed into a rainy one with clouds wrapping the sky. It was not forecasted that it would rain, or else I would’ve ridden the bus or subway to work that day. I jogged home trying not to get too drenched. I finally found shelter once I made it to my apartment building.

I walked up to my door and found that my key wasn’t on my key ring anymore. Shit, I can’t believe I lost it again, I thought.

I knocked on the door and said in a somewhat loud voice, “Hey babe it’s me, I don’t know what happened to my key.” I heard the door being unlocked from the other side.

When the door opened, I was greeted by a large, heavy-set man with greasy hair and unkempt goatee, he said, “I think you got the wrong door, bud.”

“Oh!” I said, disoriented, “my bad, sorry, have a good one.”

He let out a chuckle as he closed the door.

Apartment number 33.

I know that was my apartment. I know it was. I’d been in apartment 33 for five years now. But that was not my apartment. From what I could see inside, all the furniture was different, it was painted a different color, it was all wrong. I felt like I’d hit my head and was drugged. In that moment, nothing made sense.

I pulled out my phone to call Kelsey so she could calm me down and tell me I just got confused for a second. But her contact wasn’t in my phone. In fact, nothing was in my phone. I had no messages with her. No previous calls. No pictures. It was like my phone reset to its factory settings. Did that girl somehow switch my phone out when I wasn’t looking? I would’ve just dialed Kelsey's number manually, but I couldn’t quite remember it. I had known it by heart before, but not anymore. I needed to get back to the office, I had all my contacts backed up on my work computer.

Since it was still raining, I hopped on the bus which had a stop right in front of the apartment complex. I rode downtown toward my office, the whole time staring at my wet shoes, wondering what the hell was going on.

We have a keycard access to our building so only authorized personnel can get inside. I always keep my access card in my wallet, always. But, surprise, surprise—it wasn’t there. I buzzed in to the speaker we had for guests with appointments, or employees as a back-up in case anyone lost or forgot their card.

BZZZ

“Hey this is Tim, I must’ve lost my card. My employee number is…” I stopped as I drew a blank.

A voice came through the Speaker, “Tim? You got cut out, what’s your employee number?"

“Um, I can’t remember, I—”

“That’s fine, just tell me your full name and department.”

“Uh, finance. I’m in finance. My full name is Tim Brooks.”

“One sec.”

About thirty seconds later, the man spoke to me again.

“We don’t have a Tim Brooks working in this building. Did you have an appointment with someone?”

I backed up in surprise, almost tripping on my own feet. I had just been in that office an hour or two ago. What was happening to me? I felt like I was getting Alzheimer’s but going through every stage in one day. I stared at my hands, unsure if I was in the right body. I felt like the world around me was disintegrating. I wasn’t in control, I was merely sitting inside somebody else’s head, watching the world through their eyes.

Just then, I got a text. I recognized the number immediately, it was that girl. The one who gave me the jar. I had forgotten all about it until I saw her text.

Her: Hey. How’s it going?

I looked at my phone, dumbfounded. It made me angry she was so nonchalant about this. She knew what was going on. She had done this somehow.

Me: What the hell did you do to me?!

Her: The worst is yet to come.

I was astronomically close to just chucking my phone as far as I could in frustration. I took the jar out of my pocket. It looked unchanged, still glowing just as bright.

“What the fuck did you do!” I yelled at the jar, realizing I probably looked like a lunatic.

As I stared at its glistening glass, I realized something. I didn’t know what my wife’s face looked like anymore. I knew her name. Well, I know it started with a K, or maybe a C. I couldn’t picture her in my mind. I knew I had a wife. I knew I did. Yes, because I had a daughter. I had a wife and a daughter. I just, couldn’t remember their faces then—or their names, or their birthdays, or any memories I had with them.

I know they existed. They did exist. I had just seen them that morning, right? I couldn’t remember how she looked, or what she smelled like. What was our first date? We had a wedding, right? What about our first kiss? Or my daughter—or was it my son? Maybe I didn’t even have a kid. But my wife, or girlfriend, she was real. I knew she was. The thought was tearing me apart. I couldn’t see her in my head. I couldn’t recall a single fact about her.

I was standing outside of the same building, but I was unsure why I was. Did I work there? I must work somewhere. The rain was accompanied by a chilly wind now. It was whipping at my face, making my nose and cheeks sting. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be with her. I wanted to be warm. I wanted to go in to a shitty office job that kept a roof over my head. I wanted it all. I was soaking wet. I was miserable. I couldn’t remember my parents, or my childhood. Did I even have any friends? Why was I in the rain?

I looked down at my hand. I was still clutching the jar. The only memory of my entire life I could concretely remember was that girl giving it to me. Telling me it was happiness. It did not bring happiness. It brought pain. It bought suffering. I was more miserable in that moment than I’d ever been.

My phone buzzed:

Break the jar, Tim.

I looked at my other hand. With the setting sun and the rainy sky, I swear the jar glowed brighter than any street light near me. I didn’t break it because I was following her instruction. I broke it because I was angry. I broke it because I was upset. I needed a release. I raised my arm above my head, and brought it down with one swift motion, shattering the jar on the concrete beneath my feet.

That dark, chilly air accompanying the rain spread away like it was the shockwave of a bomb going off, and I was at the epicenter. I saw the warm, yellow light from inside the jar spread rapidly across the ground and ascend into the sky. It was as if I was watching the beginnings of the universe being created—like God had just snapped his fingers and said, “let there be light.” I was engulfed in it. I could no longer see street or rain, or anything dark. I felt like I was plummeting into a star going faster than the speed of light. It felt like sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter’s night, but that warmth was covering every inch by body.

And then I blinked.

Immediately I could feel the sheets beneath me, and my back barely touching my wife’s. I was staring out the window. The morning light drenched through the glass and gleamed on my face.

I stood from bed and grabbed my phone. It was Friday morning. I had one text:

Let me know if you ever need another jar :)

I called in sick to work. I snuck into my daughter’s room and greeted her with a kiss and told her she didn’t have to go to preschool today. We were going to have a family day. She smiled and stretched out her arms with a yawn before curling up and falling back asleep.

I got back in bed and squeezed my wife tightly. I didn’t let go for hours. Our daughter came into our room and woke us up eventually—she was jumping on the bed and shouting for us to wake up. Yesterday I may have found that annoying. Yesterday I may have found a lot of things annoying, or monotonous, or dull.

But not today. Today, I pulled her under the covers in between me and Kelsey.

Today was going to be a good day. Today, I was happy.

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iliveforthestars · 1 year

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[ Pilot - Reversed ]

Nails dug into Sloane’s palms as she faced the people that were talking to her. The last time she was with them, she wanted to slap both of them and tell them to fuck off but she was only sixteen at the time and she had Kelsey with her. She hadn’t known why her uncle tolerated them. They weren’t nice people at all.

“You know, Sloane, we were really worried for a while there that whoever targeted your family would come back once they realized you and little Kelsey had survived,” this man’s voice was positively grating on her nerves.

“Well thank the gods they didn’t,” she managed to say through pursed lips. This man was unbelievable. Did he not realize what he was saying or was just being cruel on purpose? Sloane would go with the latter.

“Yes, you and Kelsey and Roman have been doing so well, we’re so glad,” the wife kicked in and her tone was so fake that even the nicest person on the planet wouldn’t believe her fake sincerity or that smile painted on her lips.

“Thank you so much for that, truly, we appreciate it. If you’ll excuse me, I have work-”

“I mean, we always thought it had been deals under the table gone wrong. It isn’t uncommon in politics to advance one’s career to do that. That isn’t to say that Viktor was dirty or corrupt, of course,” the man continued and this is how she knew that he knew what he was doing. “Just how the family was targeted dear, and still all these years and the killer hasn’t been found,” the wife continued their attack on Sloane, who was trying to keep it together.

She couldn’t and wouldn’t make a scene. This is exactly what these two were after, she was aware. Her family still had great pull in the political world. That much was evident by how people still came to her uncle for advice, still sought him out for counsel and listened to him. It wasn’t as if it was secret that Sloane Daniels had a temper with an extremely small fuse.

She wanted to say something, anything but her mouth was closed shut. Her father had been an amazing person, not just a great husband and father but an outstanding human being who cared for others. Her father had been a good man. Even better politician. He had helped so many people who needed it.

“Mr. and Mrs. Miller, how wonderful you are here tonight,” Eric’s voice pulls Sloane out of her thoughts and she watches him give the Millers a brilliant and charming smile but his eyes are cold. “However, it is best if you two never speak ill about Viktor Daniels and his family ever again. You will apologize to his daughter, Sloane,” then he leaned in closer and whispered something into their ears she could not hear.

When they turned to Sloane, they loudly apologize for talking about her father and swore to never do it again before announcing that they were having trouble in bed, among other embarrassing things they had done. The papers would have a field day the next day, she was sure.

“Eric!”

The blond vampire could only smirk at her as Sloane took his hand and led him out of the place as people listened to the Millers confessing. She really hoped they wouldn’t remember that Eric glamoured them or anything. Not that he couldn’t handle himself, she jut didn’t want to cause trouble for him.

Eric looked over at Sloane once they were out of the place, she looked less tense, which made glamouring those two idiots worth it but his gaze fell to their hands. The sight of that made the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile.

“Sloane-”

“I had to put up with that ever since that night, you know? People bad-mouthing my parents, especially my dad. Calling him a dirty politician, a Russian rat who probably spied on the country and got what he deserved. I heard it all, every single thing. My uncle tried to shield me but the kids of other politicians would repeat to me at school. It’s why I used to bloody my fists. I know they’re just words and that they weren’t true but it still hurt,” she confessed softly.

Before she could say anything else, Eric wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against him. He hated it when anyone did anything to make her upset. Though he wanted to put those two idiots who were clearly making her uncomfortable through the wall, he chose the next best thing that would leave a far more permanent mark.

“You’re something else, Eric Northman, but thank you. I truly appreciate it.”

“Anytime, min kärlek.”

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surrealcatharsis · 2 years

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Carson,

it’s been awhile since I’ve written to you. How are you love? it feels more distant to talk to you now. I’ve been really trying to give you your space. I can’t tell if you’re still in a relationship but I think you are. I wonder how it feels for you.

~ I guess I should establish this for myself now: I shall not continue to write this letter until I cry. That’s not the point of this. ~

I’m dating too. I’ve been dating Hector for almost a year now he says, although I’m not really counting the same time as him. I would say we’ve only been dating for a few months but truthfully, I’ve known him for quite some time now. I really like how easy our relationship is. He loves me a lot, and I love him. I love how he puts me first…for the most part. I really like and love the way he wants a future with me. Some times it hurts knowing that I wanted those things from you. Most of the time it doesn’t. It hasn’t been hurting lately, and maybe that’s because I’ve just been wanting to give to Hector. I just want to give to him because he gives to me. I want to give to him because I have so much to give. The tears in my eyes are welling but I won’t let them roll unless they need to. If they need to, I’ll stop writing to you. Carson, what is going on in this world and this life? Isn’t it so strange we are a part from each other? Isn’t it strange how it feels better? It feels good now. It feels good now that I’ve let you go in some way. But I still love you with all my depths. I haven’t fully committed to Hector yet. I haven’t given him my everything. I tell him I love him but I haven’t told him I’m in love with him. I think there’s a part of me that’s afraid of the marriage and the kids and the getting old. There’s a part of me that wants it though. There’s a part of me that’s ready. It’s just strange because I never really saw that for myself. but Hector makes me laugh. And sometimes I imagine Hector and I growing older together…. I’ve gotten to the age of 40s. I’ve seen hector and I until we’re in our 40’s. I’ve seen you and I through all the ages, even the ages we couldn’t ever make happen like our younger years. I guess it seems like it’s suppose to happen: that you and I are meant to lead different lives. I’m not fully ready to accept that but I’m much closer now. I don’t feel like throwing a fit about it. I just want to be graceful and loving through it all. I just want to give.

sometimes however, I wonder if hector is the right person for me. I wonder if hector thinks the same of himself towards me. I wonder if you think the same of your girlfriend. I wonder what you are thinking about marriage and kids now. I wonder if your perspective has changed. I wonder if you want to settle down. It feels like it. It feels like it for me at least. Hey Carson, I still love you. You’re still my lover. You’re still my guy. I won’t cry about it. But you are in some weird way: still my guy. I am letting you go. It’s really not aching my heart as much. It feels like a cleans plate. I like that. I just still love you baby boo, Carson Boswell. You’ll always be heart. Sometimes it feels like you’re dead the way I must write to you. I just hope you’re doing okay. I really do.

one tear shed,

now it’s time to go to bed. xoxo,

kelsey

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babydinosaur930 · 5 years

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The eternal debate of an academic

How much snark can I put in this before my professor gets mad?

#abbythought #gradlife #2am ramblings #kelsey would tell me to go to bed #fool #sleep is for the weak

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Is This Okay?

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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) flirty Jack like holy fuck unholy amounts of flirty Jack, semi-public groping, kissing, and semi-public vaginal fingering.

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“Sure,” she chuckles, teasing you in your anxious state. “But why are you so nervous? It’s not like you’ve never met the man before.”

“I know, but I just… there will be other people there, people I don’t know. I don’t want him to feel obligated to keep me by his side all night. But I don’t really want to be by myself and if I go alone, I know I will.”

“You don’t think he’d show you around or introduce you to people?”

“No, no I know he would. It’s just, Christ, we’ve only been on one official date. I don’t want to come off clingy right away. He invited me, and I’m happy about that. I just want to see how it goes, and have someone there to have my back if it goes any other way than good, alright?”

“Alright, alright,” you can hear her laughing on the other end of the phone, and while you know she’s just being lighthearted, it only makes your anxiety worse.

Kelsey was by far one of your most extroverted friends and was perfect for this situation. If Jack didn’t talk to you much, you’d have her by your side so you could still have some fun. And if he did end up talking to you more than not, she’s perfectly comfortable going off and finding some friends of her own. It’s not that you couldn’t make your own friends, you’re just, well… you’re just nervous, okay?

All of your past relationships had been with individuals much closer to your own age, and much less intimidating. Jack’s personality in and of itself was intimidating, but the possibility of attending a house party hosted by him made the word intimating look small. Up until now, the only indicator of Jack having a privately owned beach house was… well, there were none. In every conversation you’ve had thus far, you learned about a textbook’s worth of knowledge about Jack’s life, and still, every time you talked it was as if you knew nothing at all. It seemed endless, the things he’s done and the things he’s planning to do. So far, the main things you’ve been able to gather have been the following: extremely handsome man with an extremely elaborate life. That’s about it. But nonetheless, you’re excited to find out more, no matter what your nerves may be telling you.

Even though it was rather last minute, Kelsey had no problem arriving at your house on time. She’d showed up nearly an hour before your planned time, and you know exactly why.

“Thank you,” you all but fall into her arms for a hug

She’s found you in your room, your entire space overwhelmed with possible outfit ideas scattered all across your bed and floor. Kelsey giggles, flopping you back down on your bed.

“This guy’s really gotten inside your head, huh?”

You pout, nodding three times before shooting up with an excited grin. “But in the best of ways!”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re crazy, he better be ready.”

“Shut up,” you toss back, pointing around your ruined room. “Please help me!”

You explained to her that you want to look attractive, you really want to catch his eye. It’s clear Jack’s interested in you, hell, the first time you met he told you that you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. The weekend after that, he took you out to the nicest restaurant you’d ever been to. And now, he’s inviting you to his house party. Clearly, he wants to see you more. So, why not give him something to see?

“You sure it’s not too much?”

“You said you want to catch his eye, right?” she asks, hands on her hips as she raises her brow. You look at the outfit, and then up at her. After you’re excited smirk and nod, she replies, “You’ll catch his eye in this.”

Kelsey decides to drive, claiming that you ‘might not be coming back home tonight’. You doubt things will take that big of a turn with Jack, but why not plan ahead? Speaking of planning ahead, you’re glad you looked up the location beforehand, because it’s about an hour away and in a city neither of you have ever been to. If you ever saw someone your age around here, it’s probably because they’re getting paid to be on someone’s arm. But hey, no judgement in your book. You don’t think that’s what Jack wants but if he did? Hell, you’d be on his arm in a heartbeat, too.

“Okay,” she says, pulling into a parking space a few yards down the lot. “What’s the plan?”

“Well…” you start, eyeing the incredibly lively house before giving her your response. “We can go in and knock, I mean, someone has to answer the door, right? By the looks of the house, he has to have some kind of mini bar in there. When we get inside, wanna shoot for the bar first?”

“Deal.” She nods, giving you a light fist bump before you both turn to step out of the car.

It’s still light out, but the sun is setting quick. You wonder when everyone plans on going down to the beach. While walking over, you pass by a section that oversees the sandy shores, and they’re completely empty.

Okay, you need to settle down. It took less than a minute to reach the front door of Jack’s beach house and now you feel like you’re about to pee your pants. You’ve seen him before, you’ve kissed him before, clam the hell down! Lucky for you, Kelsey musters up the courage to knock on the door, and while you wait, you find yourself hoping it’s not him that answers. You need a drink in you before you can even attempt to find him.

“Hi!” Kelsey loudly greets, nearly making you jump out of your skin. “We were invited by Jack!”

You look up to see a taller man standing before you, the toothpick in his mouth shifting as he grins. He eyes both of you up and down for a moment, before snapping his gaze back to your faces. Then, he turns, jerking his head to the side.

“Come on in.”

“That dude was hot.”

“Kelsey shut up, he’s right there!”

She snickers at you, turning her eye to wink at the man that let you in. Well, you know where she’s going if you end up parting ways in the night.

The two of you continue to walk through the crowd, doing your best to find some sort of bar to ease your nerves. You twist and turn around people in order to move through, and the looks you get are far more intriguing than you would’ve thought. Eyes linger when people turn to you, your choice of attire to blame for this. Kelsey had picked out a white bikini for you, the top being triangle-shaped with the bottoms thinly high-waisted. You spill out slightly on the sides of your top, your hips accentuated with the high-waisted shape of your bottoms. Overtop your swimsuit sits a sheer cover-up, extremely sheer, and designed to look like a dress. It’s white, too, but might as well be labeled as see-through. It's sleeveless with a plunging neckline, the material cinching at your waist and ending about mid-thigh. With the bikini being so revealing and your cover-up doing nothing to hide your body, your curves were on full display.

“Hey, there’s a bar over there.” You point out, eyeing the not-so-mini bar on the far end of the living room.

The house is huge, ginormous, and entirely beach themed. It’s almost cheesy, the décor, and it makes you laugh. Jack seems like such a modern man, his attire and choice of vehicle displaying that entirely. You wonder if it’s him that decorated the house, or someone else.

“Oh hey! Is that him?” Kelsey asks, her voice loud but you’re unconcerned. The house is filled to the brim with people, there’s not a chance anyone could hear your personal conversation.

Upon her words, you glance up, that handsome smile more than noticeable. He’s standing in the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop while he talks with a few other men. Your cheeks immediately heat up, a bashful smile growing on your face. He’s so charming, even from this far away. You can tell when he’s talking that whatever he’s saying is genuine, and when he isn’t talking, he’s listening, really listening. He seems so attentive and kind, and he has such good manners. Since the night you’d met, he pulled out your every chair, opened every door, paid for any and all of your food and drinks, walked you up to your door to make sure you got home safe. He’s such a gentleman, and the memories swirling in your brain only further the red stain on your face.

“Here,” Kelsey chuckles, handing you a drink. You’d been so enamored with Jack’s presence that you’d forgotten to answer her; you didn’t even realize she’d been making you a drink.

“Thanks,” you smile, sighing out a laugh.

“Oh my god, oh my god.”

“What? What?” you immediately perk up, only able to get one sip of your cocktail.

“He’s coming over here.” She whispers, turning back toward the bar.

All of a sudden, you feel a hand on your shoulder, and your heartrate skyrockets into the atmosphere. With a small breath, one that was meant to calm you but actually only makes your heartrate worse, you turn.

“Hey, darlin’.” Jack smiles, dropping his hand once you turn to face him.

Good lord, why did he have to wear this? Why? Since your first kiss you’d been dying for more, anything more, a little makeout session or even a light grab, but now? He’s making your thoughts become unhinged.

“Hi,” your voice wavers a little, both hands now cupping your drink.

He smiles even brighter at you upon hearing your light voice, the hand that was on your shoulder now reaching for your side. Gently, he leans in, pulling you closer for a hug. A small gasp peaks through your lips, one of your hands leaving your drink to wrap around him in return. The button-up he’s wearing is white, but not a single button is attached to the other side, leaving the entire front open. His beautifully bronzed skin peaks through, the lightly outlined muscles of his stomach and chest on full display. And when he brings you in for a hug, you can feel his warm skin rub over your own.

“I’m glad you made it!” he says, pulling away. “Why didn’t you text me? I’d have come out to get you.”

“Oh,” you grin, heart beating in your chest at the gesture. “I, I wasn’t sure what to do.” You stammer out with a chuckle.

It makes you stumble over your words, being in the presence of Jack and his incredibly handsome features. And Jack can see how flustered you are, the rosiness in your cheeks flushing down to your chest and up to your ears. He grins at this; you’re so cute.

“I brought my friend with me, too.” You tell him with a smile, turning to address her. But when you do, you find that she’s no longer there. “Oh,”

Jack chuckles, nodding behind you. When you turn you see just what he’s laughing at, and you join in on it, too.

“Of course,” you giggle, eyes now back on him.

“Seems like she’s found good company.” He remarks, lifting his bottle to take a sip.

Of course she’d find the man from the door, of course.

“Come here, sugar.” Jack says with a slight jerk of his head. You step forward, lips parting in timidness as he slings an arm around you. “Wanna introduce you to some of my friends, would you like that?”

You want to respond with actual words but find yourself falling short. You’re breathless, speechless. All you do is nod, and again, he grins.

“Most people just call him Tequila.” Jack says, introducing you to another Statesman agent.

“Hi there, honey.” Tequila says with a grin, shaking your hand. “You must be the girl Whiskey’s been so fond of lately.”

A bit of air chokes out of your throat, unsure of how to respond. But before you do, Jack does instead.

“She’s the one.” He grins, the arm on your shoulders lowering to wrap around your lower back, landing on your hip.

Your skin shivers with a combination of anxiety and excitement, your heart pounding beneath your ribs. You’re not sure exactly where you stand with Jack, neither of you have made anything official or exclusive, but now… you’re getting a pretty good idea.

He introduces you to a couple more coworkers, Agent Brandy and Agent Absolut. Jack claims his boss is around here somewhere, too.

“I don’t really care to find him, though.” He admits, both of you returning to the bar so he can refill your cup.

“Why not?” you ask, a small furrow in your brow as you accept your new drink.

“I’ve got all the company I need right here.” He grins, giving you a quick wink when he tips his bottle back again.

When you blush again, your eyes momentarily darting away, he sneaks another peak. Now, he’s a gentleman, he’d never let himself get caught ogling a woman so overtly, but when she looks away? That’s a different story. When he saw you from across the room at the mini bar after you first arrived, he completely left his current conversation. Not only was he excited to see you but he was more than excited to get a closer view of what you had on. Or rather, the places that didn’t have anything on. He’d never seen so much skin on you before. He knew you were gorgeous, knew you had a nice body from the outfits you’d worn, but holy hell, was he not expecting this. Your bathing suit hugs you in the most flattering of ways, you cover-up giving just a hint of mystery that Jack very much likes. He so badly wants more, so badly wants to touch you in more ways than one. But he’s refrained from doing so up until now. He wants to make sure you’re aware of his genuine interest before he explores you. But he’s becoming impatient with himself. Little does he know that so are you.

“Oh,” you suddenly say, grabbing Jack’s attention. “I guess people are heading down to the beach.”

Jack follows your gaze, a mischievous smile crossing his face. He watches as most of his guests cross the barrier onto the back porch, the steps leading directly down to his own private area of the beach.

“Do you want to…” you offer, glancing back over at him.

He doesn’t give you an answer, at least not right away. After he’s had another fill f staring at your gorgeous face, he shakes his head a little.

“Let me get another drink.”

Jack says you can sit on the couch if you’d like while he grabs another bottle, and you do. There are still a few people lingering in the room, so while you wait, you take out your phone to look busy.

“Whoever’s on the other end of that phone is one lucky guy.” Jack teases, plopping down beside you.

You grin at his playful assumption, eyebrows raising slightly as you take in the proximity of his body as he sits. Jack gets comfortable beside you, angling his body so he’s turned slightly to face you.

“You feelin’ nervous, sugar?” he gently asks, voice quieter now.

At this, you feel a bit self-conscious, glancing down at your hands. Hopefully it hasn’t been too noticeable, and it if it has, you hope it hasn’t bothered him. He sees how flustered you are and grins. Something pulls at the muscles inside his chest; he wants to see that look more often. He likes making you blush.

He hums happily, mischievously, suddenly reaching over to scoop his right hand under your calves. When he does this, his left hand moves, too, sliding behind your back. All at once, he lifts your legs, placing them over his lap while he pulls you in even closer with his hand on your back. Your right hand had been resting on the top of the couch, naturally falling behind his neck and onto his shoulders as he moves you. You gasp as he moves you, swallowing thickly as you begin to rest in your new position. You’re practically sitting on his lap, his nose now just inches from yours.

“There’s no need to be nervous around me, darlin’.” He coos, his smile unwavering.

Jack’s smile encourages one to pull on the corners of your own lips, too. You can feel his left hand, warm and strong as it rests on your back, holding you against him. The hand he used to haul your legs up and over his lap finds a resting place on your knee, and the skin-on-skin contact makes you shiver. You feel light-headed, and it’s not just the drinks. You’ve only had two, anyway. It’s him.

He hums lowly, his tongue wetting his lower lip as his warm, deep-toned eyes scan your face.

“I really am happy that you’re here.” He admits, voice quiet and tender.

You smile at this, taking a deep and for once, relaxing breath. You let your body find comfort in his hold, some of the tension easing its way out as his fingers slowly rub your back.

“I’m really happy I’m here, too.”

Slowly but surely, Jack coaxes more words from you, doing his best to make you comfortable in his home, in his hold. And as your words begin to travel, so do the other guests, all of them having now made their way down to the beach.

You’re not sure why you were so nervous in the first place. It’s always so easy to talk to him, your conversations always smooth and more than enjoyable. And even though you learned so much about him, he always somehow managed to redirect the conversation back toward you. He wants to know more about you, too; he’s so interested in you. He’s never had a woman so young, so interesting and so beautiful reciprocate his feelings in this way.

You continue talking, smiling at him all the while. He scans your face as you tell him about your day and your job, viewing your beauty as he listens to it, too. Jack quickly finds his own heart racing, feeling the warmth of your skin, seeing the stunning features you hold, so caught up in the image of you that his next words slip out without him even realizing it.

“Sugar, you’ve got some beautiful lips.”

His words make yours stop entirely, your supposedly beautiful lips parting in awe. You’re so flustered by his words and his voice and his beauty you can barely manage out any further syllables.

“Oh, um… t – thank you,” the timid smile on your lips complimenting the light blush on your cheeks.

You feel Jack’s hand begin to move on your knee, not much, only a little. His fingers rub your skin, sending an incredible tingle up your skin. You take in a quick breath of air, eyes flickering down to where he’s touching you and then back up to him.

“Am I still makin’ you nervous, sugar?” he asks, slightly leaning in as his eyes dip back down to your lips.

“N – no,” you whisper in return, now staring at his.

He chuckles quietly at this, knowing it’s not the truth. But all thoughts leave his head when he sees you lean in, too, the small movement giving him the confidence to close the gap between you.

It’s incredible, the feeling of his lips on yours. It sets your body alight with excitement, similar to the two kisses you’ve shared prior. He’d kissed you while dancing on the night the two of you had met, and then once more when walking you to your door not long after your first official date had ended. But this feels like more, so much more. You hear him moan, provoking you to return one in a quieter tone. He moves with you, and you move with him, your left hand rising to cup his cheek as he begins to deepen the kiss. And when he does, you also feel his hand begin to rise.

Suddenly, just barely, he pulls back. “Is this okay, sugar?”

You know what he’s referring to, he doesn’t have to say it for you to know. Your veins throb with adrenaline, your breath picking up just a bit. This is more than okay.

You manage to give him a nod, your body shivering as it rests above his, the firmness of his muscles holding you against him. And that’s all he needs. He quickly sighs out, giving you two more kisses before he moves his lips to your jaw.

“Oh…” you whimper, head tilting to the side as his mouth reaches the end of your jawline.

Before you know it, your hands are at the back of his neck and in his hair, combing through his dark locks. His hand continues to rise as his lips move seemingly of their own accord, shifting to place a tender kiss just beneath your ear. You nearly begin to shake in his arms, body tightening in anticipation but legs spreading slightly as his fingers graze your inner thigh. He hears you gasp, his smile pressing against your skin. He lifts himself, his fingers curling in just the slightest bit more. Jack huffs out a small puff of air when he feels you spread your legs, the motion small but noticeable enough to him. He’s so close to where you want him to touch you, fingers inching closer and closer to your core.

“Is this okay?” he lowly asks, lips kissing your ear when he hears you release another gasp.

“Mm,” you whimper, swallowing before you give him a full answer. “Y – yes, yes.”

The small groan he releases makes you moan in response, feeling him press a tender kiss below your ear in the exact spot that makes you melt. He closes his eyes, steadying his breath as he tries to calm himself down and just take things slow. Upon your answer, his fingers slide further, higher, the pads of them just barely running over your covered core. When he feels the pretty, hidden space between your legs, a small part of him becomes unhinged, now moving to kiss your neck. It starts off as little pecks that quickly turn into open mouth kisses and occasional earlobe nibbles, the both of you becoming more pent up by the second.

You’re already so turned on it fucking hurts, your lungs unable to inhale enough air as Jack slowly but surely explores the best he can, as much as he can in the circumstance you’re in. His chest rises and falls with rapture, having wanted to touch you here since the moment he’d laid eyes on you. Your pulse races in your veins as his fingers apply light pressure to your still-covered sex. He moves his fingers closer, palm adjusting to fully cup you through your suit. You keen for him, his teeth now running along your neck.

“Is this too much, sugar? You let me know if it’s too much, and I’ll stop.”

“No,” you mumble, breathing out and shaking your head. “I want it,”

He lifts his head to look at you, lips only inches away. His eyes scan yours, flicking back and forth.

“I want this.” You nod, his lips immediately returning to yours.

He bites back another groan, sighing out a deep breath through his nose. With gentle movements, he parts your legs slightly wider, and you let him. He rubs harder, sliding his fingers up and down the little wet patch growing between your legs. Jack’s movements make you moan, his lips quickly returning to your neck as your hips begin to move with his hand.

“Oh, sugar.” He moans, sighing out against your neck. “Why didn’t you tell me you were this wet?” he tuts softly, his arousal getting the better of him.

He hears you whine at this, a small sound as you nibble on your lower lip. You can’t believe this is finally happening, the incredibly erotic thoughts that have filled both of your heads now finally unraveling.

“It’s okay, baby.” He coos, lifting his head. Jack’s warm-toned eyes stare into yours, irises blown wide with lust. Then, he leans in, brushing the tip of his nose lightly against yours. “Let me take care of you.”

Baby. The first time he’s ever called you that. Up until this point it’s been the sweet nicknames of sugar and darlin’, but baby made you feel special. Baby made you feel like you were his.

He can feel your body quiver lightly when he says it, sees your lips part when you sigh out a soft gasp, and he grins.

“You like when I call you baby?” he asks, his beautiful smile on full display.

“Yeah…” you nod, nibbling on your lip.

“Hm…” he hums, licking his lower lip. “Like calling you baby…” he murmurs, leaning in further. “Wanna make you my baby.”

Fuck, his words make you fall apart.

He continues rubbing you, fingers tracing up to your clit to apply gentle pressure. His lips also return, your hand now holding his face desperately as his mouth moves against yours. You can feel his tongue just barely slip inside, just barely make contact with your own, and when you feel it, you become a bit unhinged, too.

“M – more, Jack. Please, I want more.” you feel like you’re begging, but in all honesty, you are. Your mind is reeling at the situation you’ve found yourself. Of course, you want more. You don’t ever want this to end.

“Oh, you want more, baby? Yeah?”

You nod your head furiously in response, giving Jack the push he needs to finally slide your bathing suit bottoms to the side. He hisses when the pads of his digits finally meet your bare sex, finally aware of just how wet he’s made you. And then, you gasp, the loud sound muffled by his soothing voice.

“Shh, baby.” Jack coos softly to you, sucking in a breath when his fingers run up your slick lips. “Remember there’s people outside, darlin’. And I don’t want ‘em comin’ in just yet, don’t want anyone to ruin what you’re lettin’ me do.”

You sigh out, head dropping back as his lips and tongue dip back down to your neck. Your hips jerk slightly as his fingers get closer, deeper, repeatedly sliding them up and down your slit. The thickness of his digits running up and down your seam, causing more of your essence to pool down to your center, and he groans when he feels it, your wetness now beginning to coat his skin. Jack gathers the sweet liquid on his finger, now sliding up to your little nub. He nuzzles into your neck, beginning to circle your clit lightly. Your fingers cling to his hair, lips parting as you breathe out heavily above him.

He loves this, fucking loves this. He feels like he’s about to lose his goddamn mind, his erection throbbing below you and begging to do more than just this. And you can feel him, too, felt him begin to rise the moment he pulled you onto his lap.

“Oh,” you choke back your gasp, a deep moan vibrating through both of your chests as he slides a finger inside.

Jack moans deeply, rubbing his nose further into the crook of your neck. And you let him, encourage him, actually, your hands holding him tightly against you. Jack’s other hand does the same, remaining on your back and holding you against his strong body.

“Christ,” he murmurs, tongue poking out to lick at your neck.

You’re so fucking warm, and god, he can feel you tighten up around him when his finger starts to move. He moves his finger once it’s fully seated inside, wiggling it lightly before he retracts it, twisting it slightly before it reenters.

“Love the way you feel, baby.”

His voice is rough and low, full of interest and greed.

“J – Jack, fuck.”

“You pretty thing…”

Not only does the word make you shiver, but so does his southern drawl. The sound of Jack’s voice makes your chest squeeze, makes your center ache. You can feel his muscles as they tense and flex, the muscles in his chest and stomach as his erection continues to grow, the muscles in his arms as his fingers continue to work inside.

“Oh… yes…”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, now sucking on your neck while he moans hungrily against you. “Tell me how it feels; tell ‘ole Jack how his fingers feel inside you, baby.”

“Jack…” you sigh, you tilt your head, giving him the best access that you can. “G - good, it feels so, so nice.”

He hums happily at your response, biting back the urge to praise you for being such a good girl by answering him when he asked. You feel the hand on your back slide around, his arm now wrapping around you. His hand reaches your side, pawing lightly at the beautiful curves spilling out of the side of your top.

“Oh…”

Gently, his hips roll upwards, the slight friction making him moan. And all at once you feel dizzy with lust, unable to catch your breath as he continues to work.

“Oh!” you quietly shriek, body jolting fully in Jack’s hold.

He retracts his finger quickly, hearing the sounds, too. Before a few of Jack’s guests come back in, he readjusts your bathing suit, covering you up once again. You wiggle slightly, nervous all over again. Slowly, you move to slide out of his lap and back on the couch cushions you were originally sitting on, but Jack’s hold quickly returns. His hands slide you back onto him before you barely have a chance to move, his possessive act making you giggle with delight. And he turns back toward you at the beautiful sound, smiling brightly before you.

A few guests re-enter Jack’s holiday home, but neither of you care to fully notice. He grins, licking his lower lip as you’re both captivated by each other once again.

“You wanna stay for a while longer, baby?” he asks, voice enticingly low. “Let me take care of you like I promised?”

Part Two: Will You Let Me?

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