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sisterspooky1013 · 3 years

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Damsels, Chapter Eight: They Don’t Want to be Found

By SisterSpooky1013 / Read previous chapters here

Rated E / Tagging @today-in-fic

Mulder calls in to work the next day, too sleep deprived and mentally exhausted to function. After sleeping until nearly noon, he gets back in his car and returns to Philly. He checks into a hotel that’s just a few blocks from the club and then spends the next several hours trying to watch TV, trying to read, and jacking off picturing Scully topless. A short time later, he jacks off again, this time imagining what he’ll see tonight.

He isn’t really sure what he’s doing or why he’s here. The best excuse he can cook up is that she doesn’t have a weapon and he’s protecting her, but realistically he knows she can take care of herself. Is it really just perversion, that he wants to see her…exposed? What will he say if she spots him? He can imagine her level of mortification if she knew he was here, that he’d seen her, and he feels guilt churn in his gut. She might never forgive him for this.

He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t seem to stop himself from going back. He has to see her again.

Scully had lay awake for hours after Angel left, thinking about what had happened, wondering how it happened in the first place. She’s on a case, how stupid could she be? What if it comes to light that she’s become involved with a witness in the case? She might be suspended. At least then maybe they’d never ask her to do something like this again. What if Mulder finds out? Would he feel betrayed somehow? Would it turn him on?

Somewhere around 6 am, she had finally caved in and slid her hand down the front of her panties, groaning when she felt how wet she was. She swirled her finger around her clit, using her own arousal as lubricant, and imagined what might have happened if Angel’s phone hadn’t rung. Would Angel have touched her? With her hands, or her mouth? Maybe both. Would she have touched Angel? She was approaching the brink just thinking about it. She stopped suddenly, remembering something, and grabbed the bullet vibrator from her bedside table, switching it on and pressing it to her clit as she plunged the middle finger of her other hand as far inside herself as she could reach. Within 30 seconds she was unravelling, images of Angel and Mulder dancing in her head as her walls clamped tightly around her finger. Finally, she had slept.

She manages to sleep until nearly three in the afternoon again, then spends the day getting her nails done, reading, and devising a plan for how she might look through the files in that closet. Without knowing what’s in them, she has no way of gaging whether Ricky is likely to notice if she takes a few at a time and returns them later. Worse still, Lexie is working tonight and that gives any risk she takes the potential to blow the whole investigation. She’s positive that given one more red flag, Lexie will sing like a canary. The silver lining is that Angel won’t be at work for the next three days, so they can get some space from what happened between them.

The evening is mostly business as usual, and she’s a bit horrified to realize that this is becoming as dull and predictable as any other job. She lets her mind wander while she flexes and rolls over horny married men, wondering what Mulder is up to, whether he’s worried about her or even misses her. Part of her wonders if he might realize that his life is less complicated without her, and that he prefers it that way. She feels an ache in her chest, a bit further north than she has grown accustomed to, and realizes how much she misses him.

When he enters the club, she’s at the bar. Half her torso is resting on the bar top as she shouts to be heard by the bartender, who’s laughing at whatever she’s saying. The position she’s in pops her barely covered ass out prominently behind her and his eyes go big at how exposed she is, and how comfortable she seems with it. Her bare breasts are smushed against the lacquered countertop and he feels his cock twitch thinking about how hard her nipples will be when she stands up. Unfortunately, it would be too risky to stick around and find out, so he tugs his ball cap lower and finds a table in the back. The dancers never seem to come back here for some reason.

He keeps his head trained towards one of the other dancers at all times, while his eyes follow Scully’s every move. If he knows one thing, it’s that Scully can feel his eyes on her, so he needs to be careful. His disguise is painfully basic and all it would take is one solid look for her to know it’s him. He watches her give a lap dance to a blushing young woman, a soft smile on her face the whole time, and he can’t decide if he’s more turned on or touched by how hard she’s working to make the woman feel comfortable. The aching hard-on in his jeans suggests the former.

This time he’s mentally prepared for her stage set, and also realizes she can barely see beyond the tip rail with all the stage lights on her, so he lets himself enjoy it. He’s known from the moment he met her that Scully is beautiful, sexy, incredible in every way imaginable, but he never could have imagined her moving like this. She’s so graceful and captivating. He lets himself block out all the other jerks who are leering at her, stuffing bills into her underwear, and just watches her. His Scully. She’s ethereal.

“Seems like you’ve found your ATF,” a voice to his left startles him from his reverie.

“Huh?” he turns to see the same waitress who’d served him last night, clad in a fishnet body suit.

“You were here last night, right? You like Desi?”

He panics. “No! I mean, yes. But, don’t send her over here or anything.”

She nods in understanding. “You like to watch. That’s cool, whatever floats your boat, man. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Yeah, can I get a Captain and Coke?” He walked here, why not enjoy himself, right?

Four drinks for him and ten lap dances for her later, he stumbles into the balmy night and back to his hotel room where he jacks off again. Twice.

Everyone is trickling out slowly at the end of what has been a busy shift. Scully takes her time counting her tips, sharing a cut with her bird dog and the bartender on shift tonight. While she would not say that she likes working here by any stretch of the imagination, her coworkers at the club are her only source of socialization and (with the exception of Lexie) she truly enjoys their company. She’s helping one of the custodial staff, a wiry young man they called Don Juan, put up the chairs on the club floor so he can mop when Ricky approaches her.

“Desi, can I see you in my office, please?” He has a somber demeanor that concerns her.

“Um, sure, of course.” She bids the young man farewell and follows Ricky down the hall. He closes the door behind them and she feels her heart start to race.

Ricky sits down behind his desk and motions for her to take a seat across from him. She’s reminded of her first day here and the feelings of fear and anticipation.

“I need to ask you something, Desi, and I want to make sure you don’t mention it to the other girls.”

“Okay,” she responds, taking shallow breaths to obscure the fact that she’s afraid.

“Angel told me what happened.”

Her mouth falls open but no words come out. Is she in trouble for kissing Angel?

“That’s why she was so upset the other night, when you saw her in here. She told me that she’d talked to you about her past a bit,” he shakes his head ruefully. “Some gall those dirtbags have, shaming her for being sexual in any way, then coming to a titty club on the sly.”

She breathes a sigh of relief. “Right, yes, the people who came in. She was very upset. “

“It was really nice of you to spend some time with her after work. Anyway, I gave her a few nights off. She needs a break.”

Scully nods. “You wanted to ask me something?”

“Right! So, Angel is my right hand gal, she helps me with a lot of stuff around here. With her being out, I wanted to ask you to kind of be her backup, if you will.”

For a moment she’s afraid Ricky is asking her to perform some kind of sexual favor, but she recalls that Angel had said he’s gay. “What did you have in mind?” she asks hesitantly.

“Well mostly, I wanted to give you a set of keys for the club. Angel has one, in case something happens to me and I’m not here to open and close the doors, stuff like that.”

A set of keys? Scully feels a flush of adrenaline. “Of course, I can do that.”

“That’d be great, Desi. I know you haven’t been with us all that long, but you seem pretty trustworthy, at least compared to the other girls. Like I mentioned, I’m hoping we can keep this between us, just so there are no hurt feelings from anyone who’s been here longer than you.”

Her heart is pounding with excitement at the opportunity to gain access to those files. “Is there an alarm code or something I should know about?” She recalls a sign on the door for ADT.

Ricky dismisses her concern with a flick of his wrist. “No, nothing like that. I should get one, but I just pilfered those signs from my buddy to scare off vagrants.”

She nods in understanding.

“Ninety-nine percent chance nothing will happen and there’ll be no need, but thanks for being on deck, just in case,” he says as he hands her a playboy bunny shaped keychain with a single key dangling from it.

Scully smiles at him. “I’m more than happy to help.”

After she leaves the club, she first goes home to stash her tips and change into comfortable, dark clothes, and then gets a big cup of coffee and a disposable camera from the 7-11 near her apartment.

By the time she’s lurking in the corner of the club’s parking lot, watching the door, it’s nearly 4am and there’s still a light on inside the foyer. She sips her coffee and waits, shuffling her feet to keep warm. Finally at 4:50, Denny and Ricky emerge, locking the door behind them. After they leave the parking lot, Scully waits another 20 minutes before she creeps around the perimeter of the lot and approaches the door. Glancing around to be sure no one is watching her, she turns the key and steps inside, locking it behind her.

The quiet stillness is eerie in contrast to the throbbing hive of activity it had been earlier in the night and she flicks on her flashlight, making her way to Ricky’s office. She fits the same front door key into the lock and sighs in relief when it turns. Ricky’s security standards aren’t incredibly high, apparently, but in this case it’s to her advantage. She tries the key on the hallway closets just in case, to no avail, and returns to the office. Navigating to his desk, she pulls open drawers quickly, scanning their contents. Nothing is of interest, and she’s disappointed though not surprised that his keys to other areas of the club aren’t in here. That makes things more challenging, but not impossible. She’s spent her days off at the library researching how to pick locks, including buying a lock picking kit and some padlocks at the local hardware store to practice with, and she feels relatively confident she can get this door open without a key. She might just have to be the one to pick the lock next time she and Mulder have the need. She smiles to herself knowing how impressed he’d be.

Back in the hallway, she pulls the small lock picking kit out of her back pocket and kneels in front of the door, the pen light perched between her teeth. She studies the lock and then inserts a torque wrench at the bottom, turning it slightly to put resistance in the direction it will spin when unlocked. From the kit, she selects a straight, flat pick and runs it from back to front at the top of the keyhole a couple times. Next she exchanges it for a pick with a curved end, pushing it as far back and high as she can reach as she holds her ear close to the lock in the stony silence of the hallway. Bumping against the pins inside the lock, she listens and feels for a small click or give that indicates the pin has settled in its unlocked position. She continues this until she counts five pins clicking into place, then removes the pick and turns the torque wrench.

The lock releases with a soft click and she laughs out loud as the door swings open, beyond pleased with herself. Stepping into the closet, there’s enough room for her to close the door behind her and she does so, pulling a cord to turn on the overhead light. Taking stock of the beige bank of file cabinets, she works top to bottom, left to right, and immediately feels her heart sink when the first four drawers she tries are empty. Would this be yet another dead end? When the fifth drawer snicks open, she sees a small set of files hanging towards the back. She quickly checks all the other drawers so she’ll have a good idea of how much material she has to review, but they’re all empty.

She pulls the files out and sits down with them on the floor, setting the disposable camera near her thigh. There are eight folders nestled inside the hanging file, each one with a set of initials on the tab. The first one is marked “G.A.” and inside she finds an intake form, a personal statement that’s filled out by hand, and a release of liability form. The intake form is sparse and includes nearly no identifying information. The name is listed as simply GA and the fields below it include “entry date,” “exit date,” “reason for sheltering,” and “responsible individual.” On the form for GA, the entry and exit date are both a year and a half prior, about six months apart. Reason for sheltering is listed as “threat of violence-domestic,” and the responsible individual reads “brother.” She turns to the second page, which contains GA’s personal statement.

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lumiolivierlithium · 3 years

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The Good Old Days Chapter 31: Meet Me in Monaco

A/N: We interrupt this adventure of Lumi sluttin around on the internet for what she actually does on the internet. Enjoy, my loves. Enjoy.

I couldn’t sleep. There was no chance in hell I’d be sleeping tonight. Fuck Christmas morning. Christmas morning had nothing on this. After a trip to church that I may or may not have fallen asleep in the middle of, but don’t tell Mama, and more food than what one person should ever have a right to, I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Nothing. Even if I were to do a couple tequila shots, I wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. That’s what the flight can do. I always slept like a baby on airplanes anyway.

Even though it was freezing balls outside (got to love that snow off the harbor chill), I sat outside on the fire escape and looked over the city. Particularly toward Manhattan. When she was still here, I’d look in the direction of the Scarlotti estate, wondering what Vanessa was up to. If she was asleep or awake like me. If she was sleeping, what her dreams looked like. Whenever I’d look toward Manhattan, I’d feel like I was home. But it wasn’t Manhattan calling me.

I couldn’t wait to get on that plane. Goddamn, I couldn’t wait to get on that plane tomorrow morning. You have no idea what’s coming to you, baby. Because…Fuck, I couldn’t wait to see you again. You’ve only been gone for a few months. If I can manage to sneak away just for a day, it’ll be entirely worth it. Even if it means seeing her for just a minute or two. I might get greedy and beg for an hour, but fuck, I can’t wait to see her again.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” César popped the window open, lighting a cigarette to keep himself warm.

“Thinking,” I told him, “Heavy head tonight.”

“I figured,” he leaned against the brick, “Hard time sleeping, Frankie?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “Kind of.”

“What’s eating you?”

“I wouldn’t say anything’s really eating me,” I vented, “It’s more like…”

“Like Mama told us we were going to Disneyland when we were kids?” César figured, “Only this time, it’s something much bigger and better waiting for you than Anaheim?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I sighed out, “Definitely.”

“Can I ask you a question?” he blew out a little cloud of smoke, “And you answer me honestly?”

“Sure,” I allowed, “What’s up?”

“You’re not sending us to Spain out of the goodness of your heart, are you?” César caught on too quickly, “There are totally ulterior motives here.”

“Is it that obvious?” I giggled a bit, “Yeah, I have ulterior motives. Not that it’s not going to be great to see the family again, but…I mean…Come on, César. She’s right there. Just across the Mediterranean.”

“And you’d swim it if it meant seeing her,” he figured.

“Yeah…”

“You do know you can’t swim, right, Frankie?” César pointed out so kindly.

“I’d learn quick.”

“Or you’d drown.”

“Fuck off,” I rolled my eyes, shoving my brother’s head into the wall. Not enough to cause damage, but enough to make a point, “You get my point, though.”

“Yeah, I know,” César agreed, “I miss Vanessa, too. She was nice to have around here for a while.”

“And you’re not the one that was going to propose to her the night she left…” I grumbled.

“Excuse me?” he perked up, “What was that? Because if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were going to propose to Vanessa.”

“I am going to propose to Vanessa,” I confessed, “Did I not tell you this?”

“Not that I remember.” And that means Mama is a steel trap. She always has been. And I love her for it, “And I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered you saying you were going to propose to her. When was this a thing?”

“We’ve been dating damn near a year, César,” I shrugged, “I mean, I know it seems kind of soon, but I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life. I’ve had enough bullshit thrown my way to know when something good comes my way. Because I can’t just let her roll off my back. I can’t let her go. It’s bad enough she’s in Italy right now, but I couldn’t take that opportunity away from her. And she made it clear she was leaving with or without my permission. I’m just glad she told me about it. And she sounds so fucking happy there. I can’t take that away because I don’t want to be away from her. That’s what this trip is all about. And of course, seeing the family again. Because…What the hell? We’re right there.”

“Hey,” César thought for a moment or two, “Speaking of Vanessa, I haven’t seen little Vanessa around lately either.”

“Because she took off for Italy last week,” I remembered, “Her, Violet, their parents…They have family abroad, too. But you don’t see me threatening INS on them. Fuck them. Except for Veronica because she’s an angel that can do no wrong.”

“How’s Tessa handling that?”

“I haven’t heard from Tessa in a while.” When Veronica left, it was nothing for me to see Tessa hanging around the Narrows when her band wasn’t playing. Mostly because she just needed a friend. She and I both had a type and our types were across the Atlantic, “She’s managing. But I make sure she’s doing alright when she comes into the office.”

“That’s good,” César finished his cigarette, “You really should get some sleep, hermanito. We got a long flight in a few hours.”

“So, I sleep on the plane,” I brushed him off, “I’ll order a drink and be sleeping like a baby by the end of the runway. Don’t worry about me, César. I got it handled.”

“Someone needs to worry about you once in a while,” he got up from the fire escape and climbed back through the window, “What the hell? Why not me? Now, get your ass inside before you freeze.”

“Fine, fine,” I rolled my eyes, blowing a quick kiss to Manhattan. Not much longer, mi amor. I’ll have you back in my arms and the world can go back to spinning again.

By the time we were all ready, I was starting to regret not sleeping last night. Oh, yeah. Mistakes were made. No amount of coffee would be able to correct the atrocities that have ensued because of my poor life choices. After making our way through TSA (and Tony being the lucky winner of the “random” additional search. Fortunately, he didn’t have anything on him. As far as the TSA agent knew anyway. Tony might not be the brightest bulb in the bunch, but he knew how to get out of almost anything), we made our way to first class and got comfortable. Even though I was barely coherent.

“Francisco?” Mama checked me over, “Are you alright, mijo?”

“Yeah, Mama,” I brushed her off, “I’m alright. Just a little tired. That’s all.”

“Gee, Frankie…” César smirked, “It’s almost as if someone didn’t go to bed last night. If I didn’t know any better…”

“Not. Another. Word.” I growled at him. At this point, I wasn’t afraid to throw hands with my brother. I don’t care how much bigger he is than me. I will fucking destroy him. The Old Man can vouch for me on that one. He’s seen me on my bad days in the Narrows. He purposefully puts me out in the warehouse on my bad days in the Narrows. And what does that get us? Usually blood on the concrete and occasionally on my shoes, but that gets taken care of quickly.

“Francisco…” And that’s what I was trying to avoid. Because I knew if Mama found out I wasn’t sleeping, she’d start to worry. Mama didn’t need to worry. This was a good inability to sleep, not a bad one, “How much sleep did you get last night?”

I wasn’t going to lie to her. Because Mama could smell that shit from a mile away, “Maybe a couple hours. Can you blame me? How long has it been since we’ve been home?”

“It has been a few years,” Mama agreed, “I didn’t sleep well last night either. I can’t blame you. Are you feeling ok?”

“Amazing,” I admitted, “Just kind of tired.”

“Get some sleep, cariño,” she ordered, “I’ll wake you when we land, ok?”

“Ok,” I made myself comfortable in the seat and leaned it all the way back. First class seats were so much better to sleep on than coach. God bless you, Old Man. This is why you’re my favorite. Where better to have dreams of the woman I loved and was about to see soon? At least I sure as hell hope I would. But it had me thinking, “Hey, Mama?”

“Si, niño?” she asked, “Que es?”

“Do you know how far it is from Barcelona to Rome?” I wondered.

“It’s…” Mama thought for a moment or two, “Ay, dios…It’s a ways. Maybe fourteen hours by train.”

That’s a little far for a day trip. Or even a weekend trip, “Do you know what the halfway point between them is?”

“That’s probably…Monaco?” Mama figured, “Monaco sounds right. Monaco is about seven hours on a train from Barcelona.”

Monaco…I can do Monaco. I could dream of Monaco. I could dream of a beautiful hotel with a well stocked bar. A nice glass of scotch (because the Old Man has me hooked now). The New Year’s fireworks going off over the water and an eagle eyed view. But then…I could definitely dream of a heartbreakingly gorgeous creature at the end of the bar in a cocktail dress with those incredible dancer’s legs of hers that went on for days. The voice that I wanted reading me bedtime stories for the rest of my life. The eyes that could bring down regimes, if she so wished. But that’s just a backup plan for if her sharp tongue and sharper wit doesn’t stab a hole in the previous leader.

I like those dreams.

“Francisco…” Mama whispered gently, “Francisco…Despierta, cariño. Estamos en casa…”

“Buenos dias, Mama,” I woke up feeling like I got hit by a bus, but it was totally worth it. The solid eight hours of sleep did me wonders, but the jet lag has me worried, “Que hora es?”

“It’s shortly after eight,” she took my hand, “You slept the whole flight. Are you sure you’re feeling ok?”

“Positive,” I pulled myself onto my feet, “What about you? You doing ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Mama brushed me off, “You don’t need to worry about me. Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’m going to be.”

Don’t get me wrong. I’m thrilled to be back in Barcelona. I was barely out of high school the last time we were here. It’s been a while since I’ve felt the Spanish sun on my skin. Even though it’s already eight o’clock and all we have is moonlight, but tomorrow’s a new day. I refused to let jet lag get to me. And I’d be fine. The second we get to wherever we’re staying tonight, I’ll be able to go back to sleep and be right as rain in the morning.

Because God forbid the Old Man spared any expense (I still stand firmly in the position that I am still not the Old Man’s sugar baby.), we had a limo waiting for us the second we walked out of the airport. Oh, Spanish nights…How I missed you so. I loved New York. As far as anyone asked, I’m proudly Williamsburg gutter trash and that will never ever change. But nothing beats when we come home. I wasn’t quite sure where Mama told our driver to take us, but sometimes, her words run together. Especially when she’s speaking Spanish. And she’s over the moon to be back here, so of course, everything’s going to run together.

However, when we pulled up to a cozy little house on the outskirts of town, I knew right then and there we were home. Although, I probably should’ve given a little more warning we were coming. Because this could very well break the man on the other side of the door. Poor planning on Frankie’s part. And Frankie knew that. And he’s a little disappointed in himself, but I’m sure we’ll still be more than welcomed in with open arms (and smart Frankie booked a damn nice hotel, so if shit goes sideways, we don’t have to stay in it). Mama was the one to knock on the door. The music inside was still pretty loud, so it’s not like everyone’s asleep.

“Dios mio…” an older man clutched his chest, “Sariña!”

“Alejandro!” Mama hugged tight, “Sopresa, hermano. Estoy en casa.”

“Tio!” Out of the extensive family on Mama’s side, Tio Alejandro was one of the coolest people I have ever met in my life. Not to mention, one of the few people in the family that spoke fluent English. He’s been all over the world with the Peace Corps and seen so many things. But still, at the end of the day, he couldn’t help but come home.

“Feliz de tenerte en casa de nuevo, niños,” he hugged my brothers and me tight. We were the favorites. And dammit, if we didn’t know it. Did it piss the primos off? Oh, hell yeah. But we were Tio’s favorites. He never had any kids of his own, but after Papá died, according to César, he stepped up and stepped up big for us. He put his adventures on hold and came home to help Mama to the best of his ability.

“Tambíen te extrañé, hermano,” Mama curled into his shoulder.

“Come in!” Tio insisted, “Please, make yourselves comfortable. How have things been?”

“Wonderful,” Mama gushed, “Oh, Alejandro, we have so much to catch up on. So many things have happened since we’ve seen you last…”

“Speaking of,” I stepped in, “Tio, do you mind if I borrow your phone? I kind of have someone that’s worried about me and my physical wellbeing and I’d hate to keep that someone waiting.”

“Sure,” Tio allowed, “Go ahead, Francisco. You’re more than welcome to it.”

“Gracias.” I left my mother and my brothers in the living room with my uncle and went into the kitchen. I know I have Vanessa’s Italy number on me somewhere. I felt around in my jacket pockets and found something just as good. A little note that told me she was being watched and to give her a call sometime…I love her. But in the other pocket, I found what I was looking for. She’s going to lose her shit when she finds out where I am.

“Ciao…” her voice chimed on the other end.

“Hey, baby,” I melted inside. I missed her.

“Frankie?” Vanessa squeaked, “Where the hell are you? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the last two hours!”

“Sorry,” I smiled, “I’m not home right now…Well…Not home home.”

“You’re working already?” she awed, “The Old Man can’t let you have a night or two off, can he?”

“It’s not that,” I felt my heart skip a beat or two, “I’m not in the Narrows, Ness. I’m somewhere so much better. More importantly, what are you up to right now?”

“I’m about to go get dinner with the family,” Vanessa grumbled, “Lucky me, right? It’s not the end of the world. At least I got Veronica. Yeah! I forgot to tell you. My family decided to fly in for Christmas. I don’t know if you’ve ever done Christmas mass at the Vatican, Frankie, but it’s exhausting…And in Latin. My Latin isn’t nearly as good as what it used to be. I don’t need Catholic guilt on me. But enough about that. What about you? What are you up to?”

“Better question,” I turned it around on her, “What do you have planned for New Year’s?”

“I’m sure my mother’s going to want to drag me out for one reason or another,” I could hear that girl roll her eyes from here, “But honestly, I think I’m going to try my damnedest to stay in.”

“I got a better idea,” the phone shook in my hand, “How about you take a train to Monaco instead? That sounds much better than staying in by yourself and you get to escape your mother for a while.”

“It does,” she sighed out, “But why the fuck do I want to go to all the way to Monaco for New Year’s? I could hole up in a different part of Italy. I could hide in Malta for a while. I got options, Frankie. Why would you suggest Monaco?”

“I promise it’ll be worth the trip,” I insisted, “You should go to Monaco for New Year’s.”

“Why…?”

“Because,” I rocked back on my heels, “I’m at my uncle’s house in Barcelona and I thought…Maybe you’d want to go to Monaco for New Year’s. I promise you, Vanessa. It will be well worth the trip.”

“Frankie…” Vanessa let out a little gasp, “No. No fucking way. You’re screwing with me, aren’t you?”

“I’m not.”

“Alright,” she still wasn’t believing me, but I’m sure I could convince her somehow, “If you’re not screwing with me, I want you to look at a clock right now and tell me what it says.”

“It’s eight-thirty,” my voice broke, “What about where you are?”

The quiet on the other end of the phone made me nervous. And the light sobbing broke my heart. But I think it might be worth it. Goddamn, do I hope this was worth it, “I think it’s time for us to meet in Monaco.”

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btsinspirationtakesme · 7 years

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Just Friends (Pt 2)

AN: Before the calm, comes the storm. Y/N and Taehyung are petty fighters, who need to resolve their issues.

Link to Just Friends Part 1: https://inspirationtakesme.tumblr.com/post/158041441768/just-friends-part-1

“Y/N open that door!” Tae said for the 8th time, and you were just as determined as the first to not let him in.

Why? You were freaking out.

What had just happened between the Taehyung made you feel too much. You were dizzy with how good that kiss was.

You had to sort it out though, you needed to let Tae know that what had happened could not happen again and that both of you just needed to stay friends. For you sake, more than his. Inside, you were more afraid of loving Tae when he wouldn’t. You said you didn’t want to ruin your friendship, because if you ever ended up loving Taehyung, and something bad were to happen- you wouldn’t know how to ever go back to being friends with him.

You finally plucked up the courage after his 12th call, and opened the door to see a nervous eyed Tae in front of you.

“It can’t happen again.” The first thing you thought about when you saw him blurted out of your mouth.

‘Why?” Tae asked, taking a step towards you, but you took a step back holding out your hand in a stop sign.

“We make mistakes Tae, let’s move on.” You said, looking down.

“Kissing you wasn’t a mistake.” He said, seriousness lacing his tone. You bit your lip nervously, because what you were about to say was harsh. But it was needed, if you wanted to stay friends.

“Well it was for me.” You said, looking him in the eyes finally to witness his eyes changing from a brief distraught to an anger.

“You don’t mean that. I can see it in your eyes. “ He took on a commanding voice, and started to approach you until you were cornered into the wall in your room.

“You.” Kiss. “Think.” “Kissing.” Kiss. “Me.” “Was”. Kiss. “A mistake?” Taehyung didn’t know if any boundaries existed between you two, as he had started to pepper the skin under your jaw with kisses as he spoke.

The worst thing was, you were frozen. What was even worse than the worst thing was that you weren’t going to stop him, because this could be the last chane he kisses you.

“Y-yes.” You said, flustered from his assault on your jaw. But then some power came over you, it was the power of realising that things could and probably would end badly. Light hearted Tae and you, were probably a mess waiting to happen. You were friends first. And would always be just that, best friends.

“I don’t think, I know it was a mistake.” You said, pushing him away.

“Let’s just try and get past this okay? It’s a mistake, Tae. We all make them. I think we should take some space.” You said, because it felt like some distance between Taehyung and you could help. You were both adults now, and naturally you had to figure out some boundaries with your best guy friend. Things were different when you were 12 at a skate park, at 20 your heart and desire could make things messy.

Tae looked royally pissed, you could see his nose flare as he held his rare anger in.

Without saying a word, he left the room and shut the door with a bang.

For the rest of the night, you slumped down on your bed, your only source of comfort being Hoseok who brought you some soup because you didn’t want to go downstairs.

For the rest of the week, Taehyung and you had avoided each other like the plague. When you saw him coming from one direction, you diverted course. When he saw you, he either made sure to blank you or just divert his course.

Things were getting…strange.

You were invited to go rock climbing with one of the back up dancers, which you accepted because it was getting lonely having the guys at practice, or in an awkward situation because of you and Tae and well, you and Taehyung weren’t speaking so hanging out with him was out of the question.

“Sure, what time?” You asked, tucking you hair behind your ear. Hansun was cute, and the way his biceps looked when he crossed his arms had you intrigued.

“I’ll pick you up at 7?” He smiled.

You said yes, before he took his leave saying he had to get to practice. You were so happy to be going out to have fun, because the past week had been tense for you. It was work, not to mention your job meant keeping track of Tae, and also the situation at home. This was a much needed distraction, so you practically skipped home and started looking through outfits to wear. You wanted to seem practical because you were rock climbing, but cute too.

“Ya, Y/N where are you going tonight?” Namjoon asked, as you came downstairs to fix your eye makeup in the big mirror fitted in the living room.

“Rock climbing with Hansun, one of your main back up dancers.” You said, perfecting the last of your eyeliner.

You could see him become silent all of a sudden, as Jungkook and Taehyung came back from practice and walked into the living room.

“Wooo Y/N, where are you going?” Jungkook asked, smiling at how you dressed. You could see Namjoon signing to him to cut it out because Taehyung was next to him, shooting you daggers.

Maybe letting them know would help Taehyung get the deal. You and him couldn’t be together.

“I’m going out with Hansun.” You said, now applying your deepest shade of red lipstick.

“Why?” That was the first time you heard Tae’s voice talking to you all week, it was soothingly soft to your ears.

Luckily, your ability to reply was cut short by a knock at the door. Outside was Hansun looking dapper as ever. He looked effortlessly cool.

“You look beautiful, like a doll.” Hansun said, earning a blush from you even though the doll look wasn’t what you were going for or thought you looked like at all.

“Uh, is Taehyung-hyung coming too?” He asked, to your surprise. You looked where Hansun was looking, and nearly jumped when you saw Tae standing next to you shooting Hansun what looked like daggers. You though he shot daggers at you, in comparison to the look he was giving Hansun, Tae had been giving you play puppy daggers.

If looks could kill rang in your mind.

“No, unless you want to come Tae?” You said, unable to hide the scowl on your face because you were pissed off Tae had the nerve to stand over you like that.

“What time are you coming back?” He asked, now looking at you trying to seem uninterested.

“When I will.” You replied, before stepping out and into Hansun’s extended arm.

Inside you felt bad, no, horrific that this is what the level of communication was between you and Tae. Snide little remarks and comments. Hansun had asked you if everything was okay, to which you explained that things were fine and that Tae was annoyed at you for messing up his schedule. The backup dancers knew you were best friends, because before the incident Tae would play wink at you when you checked in on them during practice. Now, he just made you hot and bothered by being an extra good dancer every time you came in to check in on them.

Rock climbing was fun though, Hansun and you had learnt a lot about each other. His family were from Daegu, he had moved here because he loved dancing, he was doing Chemistry at university at the same time and loved to play hockey in his spare time. Everytime he smiled though, or tried to tease you- you couldn’t feel a connection back. You were only use to Tae’s teasing and only made giddy by Tae’s smile.

It was like he had ruined you for all other men without even touching you.

You had ended your night with Hansun after a quck stop at a fast food place, where you guys shared a milkshake and played a game he thought of. Little did you know, it was nearly past 12 when you guys were ready to leave. You had fun though, for the first time that week- you laughed. You laughed with Hansun had felt threatened by the little kid in front of him beating him at rock climbing.

You also laughed at how he fell flat on his bottom. Hansun was fun, not as fun as Tae your mind said though but you pushed those thoughts back.

Hansun walked you to the front of the door, where you were about to say goodbye but you could tell Hansun was debating about whether he should kiss you or not. That was a turn off, because you liked decisiveness but he looked conflated.

Before you could give him a chance, or even stop his chance the door flung open.

Standing there was a plan you knew was made up, Tae was with a garbage bag ready to leave outside.

It ruined any mood, or the non existent mood between you and Hansun. You looked at him apologetically and Hansun smiled ‘next time’. He winked, and you really wanted to feel butterflies or something.

After Tae finished with the garbage, he dragged you by your sleeve inside.

“Aish it’s late and freezing. You’ll get a cold.” Tae said, before looking at Hansun.

“See you tomorrow at practice, junior.” Then Tae shut the door in his face after he said bye to you.

“What the hell was that?!” You semi yelled.

“Do you think the garbage just walks out of this place?” Tae shot back, acting clueless.

“Why are you so late?” He asked, following you into the living room.

You rolled your eyes. He had no right over what time you came back.

“Y/N, answer me! What kind of idiot makes his date walk all the way from Sikon Road to the Han River?!” He yelled.

You were about to twitch, becuase how on earth did Tae know that.

“You followed me?!” You properly yelled this time.

“What are you going to do about it? What would I tell your mother if some weirdo takes you away huh?” Again, Tae took steps dangerously close and the tension was radiating off him. It seemed delicious to the reckless part of you.

“You know Hansun’s not like that.” You reasoned.

“The heck I know what Hansun is like!” His voice rose.

“The other members are sleeping, why don’t you be considerate at not shout?” You said, wanting Tae to keep his voice down.

“I’ll date whoever I want to, it shouldn’t matter to you.’ You hissed.

“Date whoever you want to, after me.” Tae challenged, making contact with your skin and running the tips of his fingers up and down your arms. The passion was burning in his eyes, as it was yours.

“Why, do you have to be like this?” You asked, taking a step back again as your body mourned the loss of his eclectic touch.

“Because, ever since we met after all those phone calls and time apart, I realised how much I wanted you because you weren’t the little punk who was my best friend. You became the girl I wanted.” Taehyung admitted, eyes pleading with you.

“I can’t see you with anyone else. “ He said in a low voice.

You wanted to give up, to say screw it and say yes. But it would end badly. Taehyung wouldn’t know how to seriously be in a relationship, it’d be fun and games until he got bored surely.

Right?

“Goodnight Taehyung.” You said, not looking him in the eye as you left the room.

The next morning after a night of tossing and turning, you awoke to hear voices from the boys.

“They haven’t been speaking to each other for the past week.” Jimin whispered to Jungkook at the breakfast table.

“They looked like they could kill each other yesterday at practice.”

“It’s so unlike Tae, I saw him looking out for her yesterday when she went rock climbing and then yelling at her for coming back so late. It’s weird.” Jungkook added.

“You guys are like two old women, stop it.” Namjoon butted in, but equally curious about what was going on between the most happy go free member of BTS and his best friend.

“We should name ourselves the secret grandpa gossip club. Stay out of it.” Suga added, with Hoseok sending them a glance of disproval.

“He’s coming downstairs!” Hoseok said, hearing Tae’s footsteps.

Tae had beaten you downstairs, but you were sick of hiding. You went downstairs yourself and into the kitchen to fix yourself a bowl of cereal.

Tae was in the process of frying some eggs, but he was useless at cooking and you couldn’t bear to see him struggle, even though you were fighting.

“Move.” You said, taking the spatula from his hand. You effortlessly flipped the eggs and fixed the one Tae had nearly destroyed.

You took the plate he passed you and loaded the eggs onto them.

“I hate fighting.” You said out loud, even though it was meant to stay inside your head.

“I miss you.” Tae said into your ear.

“I’m always around.” You reply, shaky.

“No, I miss doing this.” He said, wrapping his arms around your neck as he hugged you from behind keeping a distance between his lower region and your ass. It was a friendly distance.

“But I dream about doing this.” He said, closing the friendly gap and pressing himself against your ass and lowering where his hands were wrapped to your upper torso.

Your breath hitched. You were so close to giving in.

“I want to smile at you when you make that face.” The face you were making was probably one of contortion, of want and need and confusion.

“What happened to being friends?” You asked.

“You said it yourself, you grew up. I grew up. Can we be friends, honestly Y/N? Look at how inseparable we’ve been since you got here. I can’t be just friends with you anymore.” Tae said close to your ear.

You were at a knife edge. To give in or not was the most haunting decision for you. It wasn’t easy at all.

“Is this about sex? Maybe that’s it, we can have sex and I’ll be out your sy-” Tae cut you off.

He playfully bit down on your collarbone.

“If we’re together, all you’ll complain about is how good the sex is. It’s not a system thing with me, babe.” Tae said, making you actually melt. You were a pin drop away from giving in.

“Fine.” You said, giving in as you felt Tae’s nose descend down the side of your neck. You could feel his lips smiling into your ear.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t say anything if you get bored of me.” You warned. “I’m probably just your new plaything.” You also added.

“As if, my Y/N.” Tae said. Hearing his soft, deep voice so much made you feel at home. It was like all the tensions from the past week disappeared. The only tension left was sexual.

You could feel a significant member on your ass as Tae was still pressed against you.

“The boys are in the next room. Control yourself, Tae.” You said, shooting him a dagger from the side of your eye.

“Look at me like that once again and I’ll bust right here and you’ll have a situation and so will I.” Tae warned, before a smile crept back up on his face and he kissed your cheek. You were blushing and hot inside.

When you both decided to go back into the living room, you were surprised to find the rest of the guys still there.

“As leader, I’m taking the initiative to say Y/N and Taehyung, you guys need to work on your-” Namjoon stopped as he noticed your relaxed features and Tae’s hand interwined in yours.

“Problem fixed, hyung.” Tae said, placing his plate of eggs down on the table.

“Aish, we spent two days trying to come up with a speech to make you guys patch up.” Jimin whined as he rested his head against your shoulder.

“Don’t whine at my girlfriend like that.” Tae playfully scolded.

“Really? Gosh, what did they do in that kitchen?” Jin yelled, noting Tae’s happy expression and your smirk. Well, Tae shamelessly rubbed himself against you. That was it, but you couldn’t tell Jin that.

Tae smiled, ‘Y/N made me eggs.”

“Of course, I’m going to practice.” Jin said, skeptical of Tae.

You laughed, and Tae laughed seeing your laugh. This was what you guys did as best friends, but there were now hidden smirks in between your laughs. Yep, definitely a couple. You were scared, because this was your best friend who you were now going to be a lover with.

AN: Finally a couple! The next and last part of the requested (now series) will be a mostly, complete smut and some fluff so be warned if you want to stop reading here!

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