#mmm sexy rivalry ;)

[magicfootballstuff]

Dirty Little Secret - part 2 (leila ouahabi x reader)

Summary: A love story about secrets, flirty messages, football rivalries, and useless lesbians who don’t know how to communicate. And it all starts with one badly timed challenge in the Champions League.

Leila Ouahabi x Arsenal!reader

Part 2/?

Read other parts here.

———

It’s strange the way that fate sometimes works.

You’d heard whispers that England would be hosting a mini tournament during the February international window in preparation for the Euros, even heard talk that Germany could be one of the potential opponents, but you didn’t really think much of the rumours at first. 

But not even two weeks after Arsenal’s second defeat to Barcelona and your little makeout session with Leila in a deserted equipment room at the Emirates, a public announcement goes out. England will host the Arnold Clark Cup in February, playing matches against Germany, Canada, and most significantly Spain.

You’ll get to see Leila again.

She messages you with a link to the announcement almost immediately, and it’s nice to know that her first thoughts are also about a reunion with you.

Leila See you soon! Already practising my slide tackles 😜

You smile to yourself and shake your head as you type out a reply.

You I thought we agreed there were better ways to get my attention?

You’re in the Arsenal gym with the rest of the team doing some conditioning exercises before you head out onto the pitch for training. It’s hardly the ideal place to start another flirty text exchange with Leila, but you can’t deny the fact that knowing you’re on her mind is nice.

Leila Like this?

Leila has attached a picture to her message and it’s bordering on obscene. It’s just a mirror selfie but Leila is wearing only a sports bra and a pair of Barcelona shorts that she’s rolled up at the bottom to make her already long legs seem even longer. In the picture she’s sticking out her tongue and throwing a peace sign but it’s her tanned abs that catch your attention.

Sparing a quick glance around to check there’s nobody close enough in the gym to see what’s on the screen of your phone, you zoom in, practically drooling at what you see.

She’s ridiculously attractive. Suddenly you regret not taking things further the other week at the Emirates. 

But at least the announcement of the Arnold Clark Cup means you’ll get to see her again sooner than you realised.

You Yeah, that works 🥵

Leila Your turn 😉

Here in the gym, there’s absolutely no way you’ll be able to take your top off and take a tantalising picture for Leila without getting absolutely rinsed by the girls.

You I’m in the gym

You try to make your excuses but Leila’s not letting you get away with it that easily.

Leila Mmm perfect

You definitely want to give Leila something in return, something to tease her and let her know you’re appreciative of the picture she sent that’s now permanently burned onto the inside of your eyelids. You just need a way of doing it that doesn’t alert the rest of your teammates to your new flirtationship.

“I need the bathroom,” you excuse yourself, and nobody pays you much attention as you leave the gym.

Once you’re alone in the bathroom, you remove your training top and take out your phone, before you stand in front of the sink and check out your reflection in the mirror. You try to find a good angle but it just feels awkward and there isn’t really a way to make a picture in a public bathroom sexy. But you tense your abs anyway and take a few photos of your reflection, trying and probably failing to smoulder at the camera.

You scroll through the results. It’s very hard to look at the pictures with anything other than mortifying shame, but you try to be objective. The lighting is unflattering, the toilet cubicles in the background ruin the sexy vibe you want to go for, but hopefully Leila won’t pay attention to that and will just appreciate that you’ve tried.

Before you can send one of the photos, the bathroom door crashes open behind you and Leah walks in, stopping in her tracks when she sees you.

“I was just…” you stutter, scrambling for an excuse to explain why you’re topless in the bathroom when you’re supposed to be in the gym. Improvising a lie, you continue, “My back was itchy so I just thought I’d check to see if I had a rash or something. Can you see anything?”

You turn to expose your back to Leah and you can tell from the reflection of her expression in the mirror that she doesn’t quite buy your excuses, but all she says is, “Looks fine to me.”

“Cool, thanks,” you reply, tugging your turquoise training top back over your head. “See you back out there.”

With your phone in your hand, you leave the bathroom, sending Leila one of the photos you took as you go.

She replies immediately with a single emoji.

Leila 🤤

You have absolutely no idea how you’re going to survive until February.

———

What you didn’t realise is that the Spanish team is also using St George’s Park as their base camp for the tournament. 

You discover this information in the food hall on the first morning of camp. The two squads are mostly kept separate, training on different pitches and sleeping in different accommodation blocks, but some of the communal areas on campus like the cafeteria and the recreational spaces are shared. 

As you go down to breakfast with Ella, who’s staying in the room across the hall from you, half the Spanish squad is already in the dining hall. The two teams seem to have segregated themselves pretty well, the Spaniards occupying one side of the hall while the few Lionesses who are already here have taken up places at tables on the other side.

You join the back of the queue for food and Ella greets the Spanish player in front of you, her Manchester United teammate Ona Batlle, with enthusiasm.

“Hey Ona!”

“Tooney!” Ona says, as both her and one of her Spanish teammates turn around at the sound of Ella’s voice.

And who just happens to be the teammate standing with Ona?

“Hey,” Leila says, a small smile just teasing the corners of her mouth upwards when she sees you.

“Alright,” you greet her, feigning polite indifference, as if you didn’t have your tongue in her mouth and her hands feeling you up under your shirt two months ago after the game at the Emirates. As if you don’t have a couple of borderline racy pictures of her saved on the phone that suddenly feels very heavy in your pocket.

“You two know each other?” Ella asks.

“We played against each other in the Champions League,” you’re quick to explain. “You know, that competition you don’t get to play in because you play for a shit club like United.”

“Hey!” Ella protests.

You grew up about ten minutes away from Ella, a couple of years older than her but moving through similar youth pathways until your journey took you south to Arsenal. She’s a diehard United fan, while your family’s loyalty lies with the blue side of Manchester, and the rivalry is a constant source of entertainment and banter between the two of you. 

It’s also a very easy way to distract Ella from more serious topics. Such as how you know Leila.

“United are not shit,” Ella insists. “Don’t forget who knocked you out of the Conti Cup.”

“Ouch, that one’s still sore,” you say, wincing at the memory of Arsenal’s defeat to Manchester United just a few weeks ago. 

“Well just remember that next time you think about chatting shit about United.”

You pick out some breakfast food from the serving counter and follow Ella to a table where Alessia and Georgia are already sitting. As you drop into an empty seat, your phone buzzes in the pocket of your shorts and you take it out to see that Leila has sent you a message.

Leila You look cute

You glance up, looking for Leila, and realise she’s positioned herself at a table across the room where she’s got a clear line of sight at you. She’s looking at you now, teeth digging into her lower lip as she waits for your reaction.

You look back down at your phone and type out a response.

You Stop looking at me like that

Leila Why?

You’ve completely tuned out the conversation at the table around you, entirely focused on Leila across the room and her messages lighting up your phone.

You Because now I want to kiss you

You watch Leila as she reads your response, and she looks from her phone back up at you, her eyes dark and her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, before she sends her next reply.

Leila Laterrrr

You Is that a promise?

Leila doesn’t reply, but every time you look up as you eat your breakfast, she’s watching you from across the room, and that’s enough of an answer.

Later can’t come soon enough.

———

Worked up from your impromptu morning flirtation with Leila, you channel all your sexual frustration into training. By the end of the morning, you’re exhausted but in a good way, and the reward of getting congratulated on a good session from Sarina as you head in for a shower makes it all worthwhile.

After having some lunch and a brief tactics meeting led by Sarina in preparation for your first game against Canada, the rest of the afternoon is for downtime. You’re slumped in a beanbag in the recreation room, watching Georgia get thrashed by Lucy at some shooting game on the PlayStation, when a small group of Spanish girls enter and make their way to a pool table at the back of the room. Leila is among them and she makes eye contact with you for just a moment as she passes. Her expression doesn’t change, but her gaze lingers for just a fraction of a second too long for it to feel like you’re strangers.

It feels like the air in the room has shifted with Leila’s presence. You can hear the Spanish girls behind you, arguing over something in words you don’t understand as the balls of the pool table clack against each other with every shot, but you can only think of Leila. You’ve spent months dreaming of being in the same country as her, let alone the same room, and the opportunity to actually have time to spend with each other instead of a quick ten minutes in a store cupboard or a flirty exchange of messages has seemed like a luxury you would never have.

Until now.

But you can’t exactly walk over to the pool table, grab Leila by the hand, and drag her to your room upstairs in front of teammates from both sides.

Or can you?

You’re getting restless in your beanbag when footsteps come up behind you and Leila walks past again, this time alone. As she opens the door to leave the room, she lingers, looking back at you and somehow beckoning you with just the look in her eyes. She disappears before anybody else can notice, and you think your self-restraint deserves a commendation because you manage to wait a whole forty-five seconds before you haul yourself out of the beanbag and make excuses that fall on deaf ears as the other girls celebrate Lucy winning yet another round against Georgia.

You slip out of the room almost unnoticed by everybody else to find Leila hanging around outside.

“I found a place,” Leila tells you, as she starts to walk away down the hall.

You chuckle in amusement at the image of Leila sneaking around St George’s Park on a recon mission to find somewhere private for a hookup, and follow just a few paces behind her, keeping enough distance between you so that it doesn’t look like you’re together, though luckily you don’t bump into anyone along the way.

She leads you to the media area of the building, which is thankfully deserted, and eventually pushes open the door to a large room that is used for press conferences, a long table in front of a sponsorship board at the front of the room and rows of chairs set up facing it. Leila turns to look at you, an expectant smile on her face and her arms outstretched.

“This is the place you found?” you ask.

“Uh huh. Look.” Leila walks past you to the door and reaches for the lock, which she twists with a click, before turning her attention back to you. “Now it’s private.”

Locked or not, it’s still a bit of a thrill to know that you could be caught at any moment, but you’ve been thinking about Leila’s lips since you last kissed her two months ago and all the teasing today has only worked you up further. You take a few steps forward, pushing Leila back against the door she’s just locked with a little grunt, your hands coming to rest on her hips.

“And what are we going to do with all this privacy?” you ask.

“I think you know what.”

“Show me,” you instruct Leila.

All you can think as your lips move against each other and your hands tug at clothing is finally.

———

Afterwards, you redress yourselves and try to look presentable - you’d really rather you kept this from your teammates for now and you definitely don’t want to announce it to them by re-entering the recreation room with tousled hair and dishevelled clothing. You pull your top back over your head, then use the front camera of your phone to check that your hair isn’t too messed up.

You glance across at Leila, who is doing the same thing nearby, and feel a fresh wave of attraction towards her as she runs her long fingers through her dark hair.

“We should do that again sometime,” you say.

“We should,” Leila agrees, with a smile.

And you do. It’s difficult, given the fact that you’re both busy with your separate preparations for the first games of the tournament and that there’s also the challenge of sneaking away without anybody noticing, but over the next two days you manage to rendezvous with Leila no fewer than three more times. 

When you’re not with her, you spend most of your time thinking about her - the taste of her lips, the way her hands feel on your body, the look in her eyes when she smiles at you. It’s probably not a good thing to be this distracted by an opponent while at camp but thankfully nobody seems to notice that your mind is wandering, nor that you keep sneaking away to meet Leila when you get downtime.

———

The first games of the Arnold Clark Cup - England versus Canada and Germany against Spain - take place in Middlesbrough. With travel both ways, an overnight stay in a local hotel, and the games themselves, it means you go almost thirty-six hours without seeing Leila.

That’s something that shouldn’t be a problem, but is. 

It’s crazy how in just three short days, most of which have been spent with your respective teams anyway, you’ve become dependent on those secret little meetings with Leila. 

You draw against Canada, playing the last ten minutes of the game off the bench, and if you’re in a bad mood on the bus back to St George’s Park the following morning, your England teammates think it’s just because you’re disappointed with your lack of minutes. 

You let them believe that, even though you know the whole point of this tournament is rotation and that you’ll get your chance to start in another game, and sit quietly with your headphones on and your head leaning against the window. You even try to convince yourself that that’s the problem, because the other alternative is admitting to yourself that you miss a girl you’ve been hooking up with for three days.

And so what if the only thing that puts you in a good mood is a message from Leila that says ‘Want to hang out later?’ that lights up your phone when you’re about thirty minutes away from returning to camp?

At least she misses you too.

———

The day before the game against Spain, you’re asked to do the pre-match press conference with Sarina and Leah. You sit at the front of a room that has become familiar to you over the last five days, being one of the regular spots that you keep returning to when you want some alone time with Leila, only this time it’s with your captain and your coach at your side and two dozen reporters all watching intently as they ask about your preparations for the biggest test England have faced so far under the new management.

“We know that Spain has a very distinct style of football,” Leah says, answering one reporter’s question about the opposition. “In some of our recent games - the World Cup qualifiers - we’ve been used to having a lot of possession and a lot of chances. But Spain likes to have the ball, they like to pass the ball around a lot, and we need to make sure we’re patient but also clinical in taking the chances we do get.”

“You’ll both be familiar with some of your opponents tomorrow from your recent Champions League games with Arsenal, but how do you prepare for coming up against star players like Alexia Putellas?”

Leah nods for you to speak and you give your answer.

“There’s no denying that Spain has a lot of quality all over the pitch,” you say. “They’re a team full of world class players. But these are the opponents we want to be playing against as we prepare for the summer. In order to be the best we need to test ourselves against the best.”

The next question goes to Sarina, and you lean back in your chair again as you listen to her response.

———

Later, you’re back in the press conference room, the door locked and the lights off, as Leila peppers your neck with kisses while her hands wander beneath the hem of your shirt and up your sides.

“You think Spain is the best?” she murmurs against the skin of your neck, her voice a low rumble that sends a shiver of arousal throughout your entire body.

Suddenly it all makes sense. No sooner had Leila got you alone and locked the door, did she steer you towards the table at the front of the room, where she pressed you into the exact spot where you sat a couple of hours earlier to speak to the media.

“You watched my press conference?” you ask, letting out a gasp as her teeth find a sensitive spot. 

Leila confirms with a hum.

“I think Spain is one of the best,” you clarify.

Pulling back from your neck to look into your eyes, Leila smirks and asks, “Do you think I’m the best?”

As she speaks, one of her hands toys with the elastic at the bottom of your sports bra.

“At this, yes. At football, I guess we’ll see tomorrow.”

Your teasing seems to be enough to satisfy Leila, who lifts your top over your head and captures your lips in another bruising kiss.

———

The game against Spain the following day finishes goalless. It’s not the result you wanted but the overall performance was good and you know there’ll be lots that Sarina will pick apart and ask you all to learn from the game.

Having been substituted off after around sixty minutes, you push yourself off the bench when the final whistle blows and wander back out onto the pitch. 

You shake hands with a few of the Spanish players and hug your own teammates, before finally going over to Leila, who greets you with a smile and wastes no time asking, “Can I get your shirt?”

“Normally when you want me topless, you take it off yourself,” you tease her, thinking about yesterday’s encounter in the press room as you remove your white England shirt.

She removes her own and whips your leg with it in retaliation for your teasing, before you both swap shirts. It’s cold and rainy and you don’t want to walk around in just your bra so you pull Leila’s jersey on, smoothing out the red fabric.

“Maybe I’ll take it back off you later,” Leila replies, her eyes raking down your body. “You look good wearing my name.”

The look in Leila’s eyes and the slight hint of possessiveness in her voice turns you on more than you’d care to admit.

Your mind is already running at a million miles an hour, playing out fantasies that involve Leila wearing nothing but your England shirt. You briefly wonder if there’s a hidden corner in this stadium, just like the closet you found at the Emirates, where you can show Leila exactly what the vision of her in your jersey is doing to you, but you know it’s an even greater risk here than it was last time.

The fantasies will have to wait for now. 

———

England wins the Arnold Clark Cup after beating Germany and while you’re delighted to get your hands on some silverware and know that it’s a promising sign ahead of the Euros in the summer, there’s a tiny part in the back of your mind that is sad that the international break is coming to an end.

Though you don’t want to admit it, you know that’s probably because of Leila.

You return to St George’s Park for one last night with a medal around your neck. Tomorrow, you go back to London and Arsenal, while Leila will fly back to Spain. Normality will resume and you know it’s unlikely you’ll see Leila again before the Euros at the earliest, when there will be more important things on your mind than hooking up.

But if you only have one more night with Leila, you want to make the most of it. Clearly she does too, because she messages you later that night asking to meet, and you sneak out of your room and down to the communal areas to meet her.

You don’t bother to look for any real privacy, instead taking your time with each other right there in the rec room. Your teammates are all asleep in their beds and now that the tournament is officially over, you don’t really care if you get caught anyway. A twisted part of you actually wants to get caught, wants somebody else to know that at least for these short ten days, Leila has belonged to you and you to her.

But nobody interrupts.

Afterwards, you dress again but instead of returning to your separate rooms, you end up on one of the beanbags together. Your head rests against Leila’s chest, rising and falling with each slow breath she takes, and her fingers play absently with your hair.

It’s perhaps more intimate than all of the actual sex you’ve been having over the last week and a half.

“This has been fun,” you murmur, though your words feel empty compared to the weight of how significant Leila has been to your life in recent days.

“It has,” Leila agrees, pressing her lips to the top of your head.

If the situation was different, if you lived closer together, you might ask Leila out. In all honesty, you haven’t actually talked much, partly due to the language barrier and partly because you’ve just wanted to jump straight to the physical stuff in the limited time you’ve been able to spend together.

Despite that, you’ve clicked with Leila in a way that feels special and you want to get to know her better. How does she take her coffee? Is she a dog person or a cat person? Stupid things like that but also what annoys her, what makes her laugh? What are her fears and ambitions?

Maybe you’ll never know those things.

You doze together on the beanbags, never quite fully drifting off to sleep but much more content in Leila’s arms than you would be if you returned to your empty bed. It’s only when the first glimpse of dawn starts to filter into the room that you reluctantly start to get up to return to your rooms before any of the other players from either team come down. 

You don’t know how to say goodbye so you don’t, parting ways with a silent hug that lasts an eternity but still isn’t long enough. It’s a goodbye that doesn’t quite feel final, but with a huge question mark hanging over when you’ll be able to see Leila again, or even if you’ll get that chance, it does feel like the end of something.

Whatever this has been between you, for now, is over.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #leila ouahabi x reader #leila ouahabi imagine #dirty little secret

[cindyburman]

SOOO what i’m hearing is startemis enemies to lovers era??? 😈

#mmm sexy rivalry ;) #also idk their ship name i just made that up and decided i love it #courtney whitmore #stargirl #artemis crock #startemis #stargirl spoilers

[bambisgirl]

confident ; 04. the sky is pretty but you’re prettier

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flashback, june 4th 2021, your graduation day

“why are we here?” you looked at the pretty sunset in front of you.

“mmm…” heeseung hummed, taking his sweaty hands out of his pockets. “to chill a bit before the graduation party begins, i guess?” 

you nodded. “we should go back soon though, sunoo is waiting for me outside.” you said absently, still watching the sky changing colors right in front of you.

it was your graduation day. 

heeseung, your best friend who graduated last year specifically came to comfort you since he knew you were going to cry while saying goodbye to your classmates and teachers. he brought you on the roof as soon as the graduation ceremony finished. 

all of your friends went home to get prepared for the party that was going to happen at jay’s place later on tonight. you were still dressed in your black robe and had red rimmed eyes from crying... screw the principal and her emotional speech that made everyone (including heeseung) bawl their eyes out earlier.

“i’ll miss highschool…” you mumbled, turning your head to glance over at your best friend. “…but i’m happy i’ll see you even more.”

heeseung smiled adoringly and took your hand in his, gently caressing your knuckles with his thumb. 

“we’ll see each other everyday.” he assured you even though you already saw each other quite often because of being neighbors.

last year when heeseung and jay graduated you cried the most you’ve ever did in your life. his dream was hybe university while yours was decelis and you were terrified of not having him by your side during your college days.

the two universities had always been rivals but the frat parties always include students from both. alcohol and random hook-ups were way more important than rivalry in times like these. 

yet your childhood best friend chose to go to decelis for some unknown reason.

you nodded again and turned your head back to watch the sun going down, smiling at the beautiful sight. “the sky is so pretty…”

“mhm.” heeseung agreed softly even though he hasn’t watched the sun once ever since the two of you went up there. “it really is.” 

he’s only watched you.

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PAIRING. enhypen hyung line x fem!reader (ft. enhypen x reader)

SYNOPSIS. after graduating high-school and having a major glow-up over summer, you became more confident in yourself and got the title of the most popular girl at decelis university in your first week of freshman year. you instantly dethroned all of the sophomore girls, on top of being so pretty, kind, smart and sexy… girl you have it all. yet you’re still the same kind, naïve and funny y/n that can’t refuse anyone coming her way. after all, you know what they say… confidence is the sexiest thing a girl can have but kindness is key!

GENRE. college au, social media au with written parts, humor, romance, fluff, angst, suggestive, smut 

#enhypen #enhypen au #enhypen smau #heeseung smau #heeseung au #heeseung smut #enhypen fluff #enhypen texts #sunghoon au #sunghoon smut #jay au #jake au #enhypen imagine #enhypen smut #enhypen suggestive #nsfw.bgm ☆ #confident.bgm🎠

[theweasleyslytherin]

i knew you (ron weasley x reader) part 3

part 1 part 2

summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. The centuries-old rivalry between their Gryffindor and Slytherin houses only make things worse, and friendships are truly put to the test. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other?

warnings: angst, drug/alcohol use, and lots of smut ;)

CHAPTER 3 - not mine to lose

We haven't spoke since you went away Comfortable silence is so overrated Why won't you ever be the first one to break?

From the Dining Table, Harry Styles ___________________________________

Cassiah had every right to say yes to that date, and she needed to remind herself of that. Or, she needed someone else to remind her of that. Namely, she needed Hermione to remind her.

"I think it's a good thing for you to move on," Hermione was saying as they strolled down the stacks of old, huge books in the library. She grabbed one about herbology and added it to her pile.

"Yeah," Cassiah replied, readjusting her own pile when it started to slip, "But I'm not doing it cause I'm moving on. I still only want him, but I just was so bloody mad at him that I said yes. I know that's not fair to Ernie, but I couldn't help it."

Hermione stopped suddenly and leaned back against the stacks, her curly hair cushioning her head, "Can I be honest, Cass? I don't get what set you off today. You have a million reasons to be mad, but I feel like him being afraid to stand up for you in class isn't one of them."

Cassiah considered for a second, pursing her lips before replying, "It's not even that. It's like, everything added up. I put up with so much shite from him, and he still just disappears and acts like it's to take care of himself. As if I didn't stick around and take care of him when things were bad."

Confused, Hermione began walking again as she spoke, "Things were bad?"

"I mean they weren't perfect. Never bad enough that I thought something like this would happen, but like I said, I put up with a lot and never complained. He's going through his whole crisis about his future career, and he won't talk about it, but I could tell it was bothering him. He was acting out over it, I suppose, and I met it with kindness and understanding. It was so frustrating to watch him self-destruct."

"Do you think that's what drove you apart?" Hermione asked carefully as she took her seat at a library table. She didn't want to pry, but Cassiah was the type of person who liked to talk things through very thoroughly and would appreciate the questions, and Hermione knew that.

Cassiah bit her lip, willing back tears just at the idea of her and Ron being 'apart' at all. She sighed to cover up the weakness in her voice, "Maybe? We spent less time together the last few weeks or so but it was just because were so busy, I thought, getting ready for our final year. I had prefect meetings and he was helping Fred and George out at the shop. When we were together though, I could feel his love just as much as ever."

Hermione lowered her voice, "So you weren't seeing each other as much? Maybe that had something to do with it. You know how guys are, especially that horn-dog Ron."

Cassiah couldn't help but laugh at that, bittersweet, "Oh, sex was never our problem. Trust me."

"Oh, bloody hell," Ron murmured, his blue-green eyes rolling shut with lust where he sat on the couch. He tried to restrain himself, but it was impossible around Cassiah.

The Gryffindor common room was empty at midnight when he and Cassiah had been lounging around, but he didn't expect her to try anything when someone could so easily walk in. He should have though. That was part of the thrill of it, and what made it so irresistible for his raging hormones.

Cassiah kept toying casually with the waistband of his boxers, which was sticking up just above his pants. She quickly slipped her hand down to cup him over his pants and squeezed, but her touch was gone just as soon as it came. If she kept this up, he'd be fully hard in no time.

"What's wrong, Weasley?" she asked, feigning innocence as her fingertip slipped underneath his waistband to allow her to ghost her nails over his sensitive, pale skin.

"Ohh, Cassie, baby..." he moaned, "Don't tease me like that. You know exactly what's up," he said, thrusting his hips upwards for emphasis, and she laughed softly at his wordplay. When he managed to make contact with her hand, he looked her dead in the eyes and groaned lowly. She let out a whimper in return. So that's how he was gonna play it? He was aware how much she loved how vocal he was in bed. It drove her absolutely wild – there was no bigger turn-on than listening to his many noises.

She slipped her hand under his pants to cup him through his boxers, finding that there was already a growing wet spot there. "Someone's eager," she whispered teasingly as she gave his thick length a squeeze through the fabric.

"Only for you, baby," answered Ron, his voice breaking off into a whine as she gripped him, "Please. Be a good girl and touch Daddy where he needs you."

Cassiah exhaled heavily, feeling heat pool between her legs at his choice of words. Before they dated, she never would have thought that Ron would as kinky as she was, but he very quickly got comfortable telling her about all his desires. She slipped her hand out of his pants to undo the button, and he hissed at the release of pressure. Cassiah made quick work of pulling down his boxers and gripping his cock at the base. She looked at him with a devilish glint in her eyes before slipping out her tongue to kitten-lick at his tip.

"Merlin- fuck-" Ron stuttered, completely surprised by her teasing tongue, "More, please, Cassiah, make me feel so good."

She trailed her fingertip from the tip to the base, following a vein as she went that made him squirm. Then without warning, she ran her tongue flat from the base up, and swirled it around the tip before taking him fully in her mouth.

"Fuck!" Ron growled at the top of his lungs, never anticipating just how good it was gonna be, "Mmm, Cassie, ah- I can't be quiet."

She released him for just a moment to look him dead in the eye and say, "Then be loud," before continuing. And he was.

"Oh baby," he chanted, "Stop, stop, stop, or I'm not gonna last. Wanna fuck you in the middle of the common room. My sexy Slytherin girl letting me destroy her in the Gryffindor common room." He tugged roughly at her hair, pulling her off of him to meet his lips for a desperate, messy kiss. Their teeth clashed, but neither of them could be bothered to care.

Cassiah smiled wickedly at him before climbing back onto the couch and laying back, "So are you gonna show me how it's done in Gryffindor?"

"Fuck yes," Ron answered immediately, his eyes raking over her and unable to believe how lucky he was even when she was fully dressed. He leaned down and ran a hand through her shock of dark hair, over her cheek, her lips, until it finally found its place gently around her throat, "If you're a good girl." He squeezed lightly before releasing her and running his hands down her sides to push up the hem of her sweater. He left a train of kisses down her chest to her bellybutton, nipping lightly as he pulled down the waistband of her skirt.

Cassiah whimpered quietly, trying her best to be quiet in the open room.

Ron kept working, placing kisses on the insides of both of her thighs before swiping a finger between her legs to find her panties damp. "Already wet for me?" he asked. She nodded urgently in reply, and Ron laughed quietly to himself, pleased. He hooked a finger under the elastic of her panties, pulling it back before allowing it to snap back against her skin. This earned him a loud, high-pitched gasp.

"Let's get you ready for me, baby," he said wickedly before slipping her panties all the way off. Without warning, to get back at her for earlier, he licked a thick stripe through her folds, and she cried out a broken moan, "Ron!"

"Tell Daddy how good he makes you feel, how good only he can make you feel," urged Ron as he kept working her clitoris over with his tongue, swirling and sucking over her most sensitive bundle of nerves. She couldn't find any words besides just, "Yes, daddy" over and over again.

"Are you ready for me now?" Ron asked after several more minutes of torturous pleasure.

Cassiah nodded quickly. "I need you," she whispered, and that was all he needed to hear before he hooked both of her ankles over her shoulders and pulled her forwards up to her knees. She crossed her ankles behind his head, and blinked up at him through her lashes, "Please, Ron."

He pushed into her slowly, letting her feel every glorious inch as the tip hit her in just the right spot the first time.

"Ohh, Cassie-"

"Ron, ungh- more, please, more-"

He didn't need to be told twice, and he began a wicked, sharp pace. His breathing was heavy as he listened to the cries and whines she could never keep quiet. He wrapped one hair up in her hair, tugging ever-so gently to get the reaction he wanted out of her, and let his other hand ghost over her kiss-swollen lips. She sucked one of his fingertips into her mouth and worked it over with her tongue, and Ron let out a roar. "Cassie, I'm close."

"Me too, Ron, so close. So close," she said, his name on her lips like a prayer. When he felt her walls flutter around him, he followed her in crashing over the edge before collapsing on top of her on the couch.

After they caught their breaths, he began to laugh quietly, and she looked up at him curiously, "What's so funny, Weasley?"

He grinned down at her, his eyes sparkling, "I just broke my Slytherin girlfriend's back in the middle of the Gryffindor common room."

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Ron came with a shudder all over his big, freckled hand. Instantly, he felt guilty. He shouldn't have been wanking to the thought of Cassiah after he'd broken up with her, but the memory of them in the common room had entered his mind with a persistence, and simply would not go away. He couldn't ignore it, and had found himself painfully hard and alone in the dormitories.

Now he was just depressed, and somehow had tears in his eyes?

"Merlin, even thinking about sex with her is making me cry," he cursed to himself, exasperated. He really could not catch a break. Ron needed to shut his racing mind off.

He reached under his bed for his bag, and produced his piece. As he packed it, he wished absently that there was someone else around to talk and smoke with, but Seamus and Neville were out, it was too late to go visit Hagrid, and Harry, who was in the common room, had a thing against weed after he got hugely paranoid the first time he'd smoked with Ron and the twins. Whatever. Ron wasn't big on sharing, anyways. Unless it was with Cassie.

He was perched on the windowsill next to the opened window and was almost finished when Harry came into the room, looking very anxious.

"Ron, hey," he said quickly.

Ron gave him a little salute before raising the bowl out as an offering, and Harry declined politely. "M'all set, mate. I have to talk to you."

"Suit yourself. I'm gonna kill this before you say whatever you're gonna say then."

Harry nodded shortly. "You know, that's definitely not a bad idea, considering what I'm about to tell you," he was saying as Ron exhaled, aiming the smoke out the open window.

He looked over at Harry, furrowing his brow, "Whaddaya mean by that?"

The shorter boy shifted on his feet uncomfortably before taking a seat on Ron's bed. He fidgeted uncomfortably with his glasses before looking at Ron, concerned, "Remember what everyone says about don't shoot the messenger-"

"Just say it," Ron drawled.

Harry pursed his lips and nodded, almost like he was convincing himself to speak, "Okay. Yeah. Here goes. So I was just with Ginny-" Ron groaned at the mention of his sister's name, but Harry kept talking, "Seriously, Ron, listen to me. I was with Ginny, and she told me that when she and Cassie were out on the green earlier, Ernie Macmillian came up to Cassie and asked her out."

Ron blinked. Surely he hadn't heard that right. He must be higher than he thought.

"Ernie Macmillian, you know, the prefect from Hufflepuff?" Harry explained.

Ron cut him off in annoyance, "I know who he is, Harry." He sat there for a moment, letting his mind fully process the idea of Cassiah and another guy. There was no way, though. It hadn't even been two weeks. So, he dared to ask, "And what'd she say?"

When he saw the way Harry gulped, Ron's heart sank. Harry's response was timid: "She said yes."

And Ron's world came shattering down.

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As Ron was receiving the news about Cassiah's date from Harry, Cassiah herself was delivering it to her friends back in the Slytherin common room, having finished her studying for the night.

"Ooh, he's hot in like a blonde, surfer kind of way," Pansy exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. If there was one thing she loved, it was talking about guys.

Draco pouted slightly, his blue eyes annoyed, "He's just alright. But from a sacred 28 family, and definitely better than Weasley, so congrats Cass. You're moving on up."

Everyone laughed at that, and Cassiah forced herself to do so as well, even though she didn't find the joke to be humorous – as badly as Ron hurt her, she still felt pathetically protective over him. Her friends didn't need to know that she'd take Ron Weasley over prefect Ernie Macmillian any day because it didn't matter. Ron wasn't an option, and Ernie was a very good one. Pansy and Draco were right; Ernie made good grades, came from a prestigious family, and he was pretty easy on the eyes. And he was a Hufflepuff, so he was probably going to be a perfect, sweet gentleman. What more could she really ask for? Besides freckled shoulders and the warm smell of cinnamon clinging to shiny red locks of hair, of course.

"Where do you think you'll go on your date?" Draco asked. Cassiah was taken aback by his curiosity. Draco was a good friend to joke around and party with, or to have serious talks, but he rarely displayed interest in things as frivolous as gossiping about guys.

Cassiah hadn't even considered that question. Perhaps that was a sign that she wasn't actually properly excited or invested in this date, but it didn't matter. This would be a good step for her. Everyone told her so. "I'm not sure. It's Friday night, so maybe we'll go somewhere for dinner?"

Blaise, who had been quietly listening to the conversation from his perch on the opposite couch, snorted, "Not really many fine dining options around here. My money is on somewhere intimate in the castle." He winked, and Cassiah flushed in response.

Draco shook his head, "Well he better not hold his breath. Cass doesn't strike me as the type to give it up on the first date. No offense."

That's when Pansy interjected, "Oh, I beg to differ. Woman to woman, you have got to get down and dirty with someone else if you want to get over Ron. Don't be a prude. Full offense," she smirked.

And Pansy was right. Sex had never been a big deal to Cassiah before. It was fun and she liked the chase, and there was nothing wrong with that. But now, after Ron, things felt different. She didn't want to be with someone who didn't care about her, who didn't know her heart and soul. She didn't want to be with someone who wasn't Ron, because she knew it would only break her heart. Cassiah couldn't even imagine sleeping with Ernie on this date, and she really hoped that wasn't his intention, because quite frankly, it had not even crossed her mind as a possibility. Being with someone besides Ron was this distant, abstract idea for her to deal with in the future, and for now, she wanted to keep it that way.

But again, no one else needed to know that. Every one could think that she was happy and fine and living her best life, enjoying attention from guys now that she was single. No one needed to know the truth.

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Friday in the hall outside Potions, Cassiah was chatting with Ginny before class. The topic of the day was Neville's potential fling with Hannah Abbott. Cassiah loved the idea of Neville finding his person, so she was delighted. She was leaned against the wall just next to the doorway, her books clutched to her chest, when a tall, broad, hurried figure slammed into her and books flew everywhere.

"Merlin's sake, I'm so sorry. I'm such a mess this morning," a low voice grumbled as the both of them sprang into action to pick up their books.

Cassiah recognized that voice like the back of her hand. And that hair.

"Oh, fuck," she heard Ginny murmur behind her.

Her heart stopped beating in her chest, and she just stood there, mouth gaping, and staring at him. This was their first interaction since that day two weeks ago.

Ron was staring back at her with a coldness in his eyes that she had never seen before. His jaw was set tight and his chest rising rapidly with his breath.

"Cass, I am so sorry for what's about to happen," Ginny started to whisper, but Cassiah couldn't even process the girl's words before Ron was speaking.

"Next time I'll leave them for Ernie to pick up, seeing as he's your new boyfriend now," Ron spat, venom dripping from his voice. She'd never heard him sound this hateful before.

"He's not my boyfriend! What in Merlin's name are you talking abou-"

Wait a minute. How did Ron know about her date with Ernie? He and the Hufflepuff boy didn't run in the same circles, he and Hermione weren't talking, and the only other person who he talked to that knew about it was...

Cassiah whirled around, white hot rage feeling her body, "Ginny, I will deal with you in a moment. Do not move from that spot." Her voice was scarily calm.

When she turned back to Ron, he had shrunk back, much calmer now. "Have fun on your date," he said in a small, low voice, before pulling his books closer to his chest and shoving into the classroom. If Cassiah didn't know any better, she'd think she saw pain in his big green eyes.

She turned back around, suddenly remembering how angry she was. "You're a dead woman, Ginerva."

"Don't call me that! I only mentioned it to Harry because I was excited for you-"

"You really expect me to believe that? Don't waste your breath, Ginny, I know where your loyalty lies. Why do you think I never tell you anything? Because I know you'll go blabbing back to Ron the second I walk away."

"I have never done that and you know it!" Ginny was yelling now, her face almost as red as her hair.

Cassiah felt the tears forming in her eyes for the hundredth time this week, and she shrieked, "Well, Ron hates me now thanks to you, so I hope you feel really good about yourself!"

"I do!" Ginny was firing back, but Cassiah didn't bother to stay and listen. She grabbed an innocent Draco Malfoy by the sleeve of his robes, who had stopped to witness the cat fight, and dragged him away as she informed him that she needed someone to vent to.

"I'm not going to Potions today," she said through gritted teeth as she marched down the hallway.

"Trust me, I wasn't going to try to make you," Draco bantered back in response. "Now let it all out. This is a no-judgement zone. Show no mercy."

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Thank you for reading! I really hope you are enjoying the story so far!! 

Next chapter probably coming tonight.

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Christmas in Connecticut-Chapter 20 of 20

In this chapter Andy tries to keep his cool when Maura voices her skepticism of his relationship with Sharon. Peggy jumps to Sharon's defense.

Sharon spends some time with Sylvia who has a sentimental gift to give to her soon to be daughter in law.

This is the last chapter of this installment. Stay tuned as the story continues back in LA with "Saying Good-bye to Yesterday" which will focus on the annulments and some of what happened in Season Five. We will meet Winnie Davis and Sandra and there will be a few fireworks with Jack who is not going to be happy about his kids forcing him to sign the annulment papers. As with this story it will weave in and out of canon.

Story available here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12789981/20/Christmas-in-Connecticut

Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13293105/chapters/34782611

And here are a couple pics to go along with Andy remembering back to going to the Japanese embassy dinner with Sharon. Didn’t they look gorgeous that night.

You can also read the chapter here:

True to her word, as soon as Gina squeezed into her chair next to Sharon she set in to regale her with stories about Andy as a boy. The others were not content to let Gina steal the show and once she got started Maura, Peggy, Nell, and Sylvia were keen to join her, with Andy jumping in every so often to defend himself or offer explanations. The Flynn siblings were loud and boisterous; they competed with each other, interrupted each other and finished each other’s stories while Sharon was content with sitting back and taking it all in, the calm in the middle of their storm.  

Most of the stories were amusing, though a few made Sharon catch her breath with the danger young Andy had put himself in and the risks he’d taken. He sure hadn’t changed much. Listening to what he had been like as a boy she found that the traits he had as an adult were simply modified versions of those he’d had as a child. The women in his life gave her a clear image of a young boy full of mischief, quick to laugh and just as quick to flare into a temper, a young boy caught between two worlds, defending the honor of both.

“Back then, there was still some rivalry going on and PC wasn‘t something any of us had even heard of,” Andy explained. “To the Italian kids, I was a mick. To the Irish, I was a dago. It felt like I was always fighting somebody.”

“And don’t forget Dennis,” Peggy waved a fork at him. “You were always protecting him.”

“My cousin.” He responded to Sharon’s questioning look.

“Oh. The one with Downs?” Her friend Summer’s daughter Rhiannon had Downs and when Andy met her Sharon had been surprised at the ease and rapport that he’d had with the young woman. She and Summer had been friends since their kids were in diapers and she‘d seen how often people were uncomfortable around Rhiannon, but not Andy. When she had commented on that, he’d told her about Dennis.

“Yes,” Peggy said. “You know how kids are. They can be brutal to anyone different. They were always picking on Dennis. But when Aunt Loretta moved into the building Andy started walking him to school and Dennis didn‘t have any more trouble. Joe couldn’t be bothered, but Andy took care of him, just like he took care of all of us. As much as I hate to admit it, outside of the house he was a pretty decent brother."

"Outside?" Sharon’s brow arched with interest.

"Mmm..." Peggy took a sip of her wine then settled back in her chair giving her brother a little smirk. "Inside the apartment, he could say whatever he wanted about us, complain about us, tease us, pull our pigtails, and let me tell you, he did all of that. A LOT. He could be a little pest. But let anyone outside the house dare say anything bad about any one of us and they’d have Andy in their face.”

It was amusing to see that Andy was actually blushing. That didn’t happen very often. There wasn‘t much in the world that could surprise or embarrass her fiancé but it all rang true. Andy still had a protective streak a mile wide and she had never doubted his loyalty to her or the team. He might grumble about the squad and he loved to jab at them, especially Provenza, but she knew with every ounce of her being that he would step in front of a bullet for any one of them, especially her.

Andy took another helping of mushroom risotto and grew thoughtful. “That all started with Dad. He used to tell me, they’re your sisters, Andy. In this family, we take care of our own.”

“He used to say the same thing to Joey.” Gina’s eyes rolled derisively. “But he was always too busy with his friends. He never took any responsibility for us.”

“It didn’t take many fights for kids to learn that you didn’t mess with Dennis or the Flynn girls,” Maura added. “Andy was a tough little shi---kid and he taught us how to fight too, said we needed to know how to defend ourselves when he wasn‘t around.”

Sharon bit back a smile. Andy was the only person she knew who could look both sheepish and proud at the same time. “He’s still tough,” she said.  Sometimes too tough. Her sexy third in command Lieutenant was always the first one to kick in a door, and, along with Julio, to get in a perps face. He had zero tolerance for those who lied and those who hurt others…dirtbags. However, unlike Julio who still struggled with his temper, Andy had learned to keep his under control for the most part. When she’d first gotten involved auditing the Major Crimes division she had often been the one to set off that temper. Her position in FID, her insistence in following the rules, her ability to keep her composure, and the fact that for a time he thought she was out to get them, all seemed to set Andy off like a powder keg.

In an interesting case of reversal, once they had begun working together the opposite seemed to be the case. Somehow, and she wasn’t quite sure how it happened, she had become the one who could calm him down. When she saw his temper escalating all she had to do was give him a look, softly say his name, or rest a gentle hand on his arm and it was as if all the tension left his body.

“Well, girls shouldn’t be fighting,” Sylvia said firmly.

“Maaaa!” Her daughters were outraged.

“I disagree, Sylvia.” Sharon‘s protest was softer, but no less firm. “All girls and women should know how to protect themselves. I‘ve actually taught some basic women‘s self- defense classes at local high schools and at the battered women‘s shelter where I volunteer.”

“Kick em’ in the balls, takes em’ down every time.”

“Gina!” Sylvia sputtered.  “Good Lord.”

“What? I’m just sayin'…”

“She’s not wrong, Ma.” Andy shifted in his seat, wincing at the thought. “A swift kick to the balls will bring any guy to his knees.”

“Andrew, my goodness, do you children not see that we have guests?”

“Oh, don’t mind us. We’ve heard worse, right?” Ricky looked down the table at his siblings and Nicole who all nodded in agreement. “Hazard of being a cop’s kid, you never know what your dinner conversation is going to be about.”

An impish smile curved on Sharon’s lips as she turned to the older woman. “Besides, that goes both ways, Sylvia. We’re not guests, we’re family, right?”  

Sylvia sighed but acquiesced with a nod of agreement and Sharon turned back to Gina assuring her, “You were right. Groin attacks are definitely a big part of the course. It’s a very quick way to incapacitate a man.”

Eager to change the subject, Sylvia turned to her daughters. “Girls, would you get the pannacotta please.”

The Flynn girls might be feisty, but they listened to their Mama.

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“Groin attacks?” Maura sidled up to Peggy at the refrigerator and began pulling out the ramekins of chilled desserts. “Does she always sound so hoity -toity?”

“She’s a cop, I’m sure she can turn the air blue with the best of them, but she has class. You ought to take a lesson or two. And be quiet you don’t want her to hear you and you sure as hell don’t want Andy to hear you. That will really piss him off.”

“She’s definitely got him whipped.” Maura didn’t drop the subject but did speak more softly in an effort to placate her sister. “Did you see the way he looks at her with those puppy dog eyes? And, oh my God, seriously? She’s got him going to the opera and the symphony. Jesus, he’s got it bad.”

“He’s in love Maur.” Peggy began spooning the juicy combination of strawberries, blackberries, and raspberries over the desserts. “And if you were paying attention you’d see that she looks at him exactly the same way.”

“Hmph.”

“She does. And she’s gone riding on the back of his motorcycle on the Angeles Crest Highway and to a boxing match with him. Do those things sound like something she would have done before she met Andy? When you’re in a relationship sometimes you have to go out of your comfort zone. And it’s not as if they don’t have anything in common. They work together; they both love old movies and sports. I mean she loves the Dodgers, what more could Andy ask for?”

“I’ll give you that. I didn’t see the sports fanatic thing coming. Figure skating, sure, but football?” The very idea of the elegant Sharon Raydor wearing a big foam cheese on her head to root for the Packers was incongruous.

“See, you can’t just judge people by how they look or where they come from. Don’t let Ken’s shitty mid-life crisis make you bitter and hard. Andy’s had a tough go of it, admittedly through some of his own doing, but still. He’s fallen in love with a terrific woman, he’s getting married and he’s happier and more at peace than I’ve ever seen him. Let’s just be happy for him, okay.”

********

With lunch finished the LA contingent, including Emily, but not including Andy and Sharon, had to leave for the airport. After they left, Sharon rose to help clear the feast from the table but Andy handed her a cup of coffee and ushered her away to go relax with his mother. They weren’t leaving for LA until the following morning so they could spend a little more time with his family.

Sipping her coffee Sharon made her way back to the living room, pausing to pick up a framed black and white 8x10 photo. She settled into the couch with it, involuntarily shuddering at the crinkling noise the plastic covering made when she sat. The last time she had seen a plastic cover over a couch had been a few years back when a serial killer had lured Rusty to an empty condo in their building and had come very close to killing him. Were it not for Andy calling and tipping her off to where they might be, she never would have would have made it in time to bash the door in with a fire extinguisher and save him. Her heart began racing at the thought of how close she’d come to losing Rusty so she forced herself to leave the past and focus on the wedding picture in her hands.

The tiny dark- haired bride was wearing a ball gown style wedding dress circa 1950’s, tiny waist and full taffeta skirt, so she assumed it was Sylvia. A thrilled little jolt ran through her at the thought that she would soon be looking for a wedding gown of her own. Definitely not a ball gown style though, possibly an elegant A-line or a sexier fit and flare. Something romantic and stylish, both vintage and modern. Definitely some lace. She loved lace. When she got back to LA, she’d have to pick up a few bridal magazines and have a look at what was in style now. Gavin would be a big help there. His favorite television show was “Say Yes to the Dress.”  

At the woman’s side was a tall, very handsome young man with a thick head of a hair and a smile she knew all too well. The same smile as the one on the face of the man who was helping his sisters clear the table. The resemblance was uncanny. Andy had a framed picture of his parents in their bedroom and she had seen family photos at his house, so it wasn’t the first time she’d seen his father but in this wedding shot Patrick Flynn was young and still had the cocky grin that in his son made her heart flutter.

“My Patrick was a handsome man, wasn’t he?” Sylvia sat down in a chair across from Sharon.

“Yes, he certainly was.”

“Well, of course, you’d think so, wouldn’t you? Joey, my older boy, he's Rossi through and through, shorter, darker, pure Sicilian. Actually, he looks a lot like my father and my grandfather. But Andy, all he got from me was the color of his eyes, skin that doesn’t easily burn and a temper that heats up as fast as it cools down. In everything else, he has the look of his father, his height, his build, everything, right down to the twinkle in his eyes and that mischievous little smile. Oh that smile,” her eyes turned wistful as they landed on a laughing Andy in the kitchen. “That smile got them both out of a lot of trouble. I don’t know what it was, or why I fell for it, but all they had to do was give me that grin and I would forget why I was angry with them. The girls told you about Andy fighting, but I‘ll tell you, that boy could tell a tale and charm his way out of detention with just a smile. Even the nuns fell for it and I don‘t think I need to tell you how tough they could be.”

“Mmm…“ Sharon took a sip of her coffee and nodded in agreement. “It is pretty irresistible. “She couldn’t count how many times she’d been irritated with Andy, all he had to do was flash her that boyish grin, and she couldn’t seem to help grinning back, her anger magically dissipating.

“I always had a thing for the Irish boys. Did Andy tell you how Patrick and I met? “

“He said it was at a church dance.”

“Just like the movie.” Sylvia clapped her hands with delight. “Only backward. I was the Italian one, Patrick the Irish. Did you see “Brooklyn”?”

“I did, yes. It was the first movie Andy and I went to together.” They had just finished a case and were talking about what they were going to do on their days off. Andy had expressed interest in seeing the movie because of its connection with his parents and when she said she’d wanted to see it as well, he had suggested that they should go together. It was funny how natural it had seemed, sitting in the darkened theater sharing a bucket of popcorn and a diet soda with love em‘and leave em‘Andy Flynn.

“Well, of course, neither of us was new to the country like the young girl in the movie. I was a third generation American, but Patrick was a fourth, his family came here during the potato famine. I had never even heard about this famine until I married him. Then I read all about it. My God, it’s hard to imagine such suffering.”

Sharon nodded, she‘d done her own research on her family‘s history. “That’s when my father’s family came. They settled in Boston, though.”

“One generation doesn’t seem like much of a difference but it was. My grandfather wasn’t born in this country, he spoke English with a very thick accent and it always seemed like he still had a foot in the Old World. It wasn’t like that with the Flynn’s. Patrick’s family seemed so much more American to me. They had a history here. His great-grandfather fought in the Civil War and helped build the Brooklyn Bridge, his grandfather fought in World War I and Patrick in World War II. We Rossi’s were still the new kids on the block.

“Did your families give you a hard time when you told them you wanted to get married?”

“No, not really. By the time Patrick and I got married in the 50s, things were changing. Before the war, everyone was divided even though we shared the same religion. There was an Irish church, an Italian church, a Polish church and you rarely socialized with anyone outside your parish and your ethnic background.  After the war that began to change. The churches started to consolidate and we all started moving into the same neighborhoods instead of staying in our own little enclaves. There were a few snide remarks of course, you know, why wasn‘t an Italian boy good enough for me and things like that. But I think my parents were just happy that I was marrying another Catholic and not a dreaded Protestant.” Sylvia laughed, shaking her head at the way things used to be. Then she leaned forward and reached out as if to touch Sharon’s chest, only stopping herself at the last minute.

“That’s a very pretty necklace.”

Sharon’s fingers moved to her neck gently touching the delicate heart-shaped pendant, two hands cupped around a glittering emerald heart. “It’s a Claddagh. Andy gave it to me when we spent a weekend in Corona Del Mar.” Her eyes grew soft and she flushed slightly at the memory. Andy had bought her the necklace the night they had first made love. After dinner in Laguna Beach, they had been browsing through a Celtic store and had seen the necklace. While she had been purchasing some Innisfree perfume, he had surreptitiously bought the necklace and surprised her with it the following evening while they were gliding around the Newport Beach harbor in a romantic gondola.

“That look on your face tells me it must be pretty special.”

“Yes,” Sharon’s voice grew low, almost dreamy. “Very special.” When he’d put it around her neck he’d told her that when she wore it he wanted it to remind her of how much he loved her and how much the weekend had meant to him. Who knew that under his cynical, wisecracking exterior lay a romantic soul who shared her sense of occasion?

“Speaking of special, there’s something I’d like to share with you.” Sylvia rose and returned a few minutes later holding out a little velvet bag to Sharon. Sharon took the bag and when she opened it, she found a lovely rosary in mother of pearl, with a silver crucifix. “That rosary was brought over from Italy by my great-grandmother. She carried it at her wedding then it was passed down to my grandmother and my mother, to me, and then to each of my daughters. Andy said how important the church is to you and that you are hoping to have a nuptial mass, so I thought… Well, I thought maybe you would want to carry it with you on your wedding day. You’ll need a something borrowed.”

Sharon fingered the beads, her chest tightening with emotions and for a moment, she was unable to speak.

“Don’t worry,” Sylvia continued, mistaking her silence. “Sandra didn’t carry them. I offered but she wasn’t very interested in anything old fashioned like carrying a rosary on your wedding day.”

Sharon smiled at the woman who would soon be her mother in law, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Sylvia, I would be honored to carry this rosary with me on the day that I marry your son. Old fashioned is not a problem for me. Thank you.” She reached out to squeeze the older woman’s hand.

“No. Thank you. It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen my boy so happy. That’s all you.”

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“I still can’t believe you’re getting married.” Peggy handed Andy another stack of plates he promptly set into the soapy water in the sink. “After Sandra, I didn’t think you’d ever take the plunge again.”

“Me either.” Even though they both knew the marriage wasn’t working and he and Sandra had both agreed to the divorce, their split had been bitter and acrimonious with a lot of anger and hurled insults, especially when it came to custody issues. Then when Sandra had begun using Nicole as a weapon against him, it had left him soured on the very idea of marriage. In fact, until he had fallen in love with Sharon he would have told anyone who asked that he would rather be shot in the head than ever get hitched again. Dating and sex was one thing, but taking those vows was something else entirely. “Sharon changed all that.”

“Yeah, we can see that. But I could see something was happening between the two of you way back at Nicole’s wedding.”

“You think? I don’t know. That was the first time we had ever gone anywhere alone outside of work. It wasn’t a date, but…” He trailed off not sure how to explain it.

“But what?”

“But it started to feel like one. And after our first dance, I guess I started wishing it was one. That day did change things between us.” It was strange how it had all happened so organically. He’d always had an eye on Sharon, even when he couldn’t stand her. It was in his DNA. A pretty woman walked by and he had to look. And Sharon was a beauty.  A cool, impenetrable, and totally untouchable beauty.  It was frustrating. He wanted to despise her yet there was a strange attraction he felt in her presence and the first time he had felt the urge to act on that attraction was well before they were even friends. He was pissed, yelling at her, defending his honor as an officer of the law and she was standing there cool as a cucumber holding his fat employee file filled with exonerated complaints, not even flushing as one might when trying to control their temper. No, she was completely unaffected by his anger and he suddenly got the urge to grab her by the shoulders and kiss her senseless. Kiss her into a reaction. The overpowering pull of attraction and its accompanying surge of lust only served to make him angrier. How was he attracted to Sharon---stick up her ass--- Raydor?

He wasn’t sure when exactly he’d gone from irritation with her and her rules, to admiring her legs when she sat on the edge of a desk and her cleavage when she leaned over one, to really seeing her as a person. It was probably right around the time she’d started asking him for advice on addiction after she’d found Rusty’s drug addict mother and had then asked him to accompany Rusty to pick up that mother up at the bus station. The crushing disappointment when she hadn’t been on the bus had caused Rusty to run off—so quickly Andy hadn’t been able to find him. The kid had lived on the streets long enough to know how to disappear. Telling Sharon he had lost the boy had turned out to be even harder than he’d thought it would be. The fear shining in her eyes and the way she had tried to smile so bravely and assure him she knew it wasn’t his fault, even as the tears welled in her eyes, made him feel like such a heel. He’d hated disappointing her. Then, just when he thought he couldn’t feel any worse, despite how upset she was, she’d squared her shoulders and taken a moment to tell them all that they had done a great job. He‘d just stood there with his heart twisting painfully in his chest as her voice broke and she‘d rushed off before breaking down in front of them. God how he’d hated being responsible for making her cry. Sharon might have a tough shield she surrounded herself with, but inside she was a marshmallow when it came to those she loved. Seeing that vulnerability and how deeply she’d come to care about a boy she had only taken in a few weeks before had raised her much higher in his estimation. Before he knew what was happening he found himself looking forward to hearing her high heels clicking down the hall first thing in the morning and feeling a little stab of pleasure at her “Good morning Lieutenant” as she made her way to her office, coffee in hand.

After Nicole’s wedding when they had really gotten to know one another as people, not just co-workers, it had seemed natural to start hanging out together more outside of work. They would go out for coffee or dinner or to the movies. And when he‘d had Dodger tickets dropped in his lap, instead of inviting Provenza as he normally would have done, he‘d invited Sharon. Just another reason for Provenza to grumble over their burgeoning friendship. Not a month later Sharon had invited him to be her “plus one” to a black tie charity dinner at the Japanese embassy and that was when it had started to feel more like dating than a friendship to him--and that possibly Sharon was feeling the same. It was fun getting all dressed up in his tuxedo for her and she had looked stunning in an elegant floor-length Grecian style gown the color of orange poppies that seductively left one shoulder bare. He was falling for her, he’d felt it, and it worried him. He knew that a relationship with her was hopeless and did try to put some effort into protecting himself. He‘d tried to keep her from working her way into his heart, but every time he told himself they were just friends he would remember how damn good it had felt to hold her in his arms when they danced at the wedding and the comforting intimacy of their shared life stories when they went out for lunches and dinners. He would be reminded of the warmth that spread through him when she laughed or when she rested her hand on his arm while she spoke. She was smart, stunning, vulnerable, and way too classy for a guy like him, but he wanted her dammit. He wanted her so bad, he ached with it and instead of thinking about all the roadblocks to a relationship with her, not the least of which was the fact that she was still legally married, his heart instead beat with all the possibilities of a romance.

“Are you really sure she’s the one for you?” Maura had been listening to the conversation while she covered the leftovers. Her skeptical tone caused Andy to turn to her with a frown and his temper quickly flared.  

“What do you mean by that?”

Maura held up a hand. “Don’t go getting all defensive. I just mean that, well, look at her. I’m not blind; I see why you’re attracted to her. She’s beautiful.” In that uppity sort of way, she was used to in her customers at Saks. “But she’s not the kind of beautiful you usually go for. “

“Thank God,” Peggy muttered under her breath.

“Greenwich, Connecticut? Come on. She obviously comes from money and you‘ve never been into high maintenance. Dating your swanky boss is one thing but…”

“Jesus Maura, get the chip off your shoulder,” Peggy interjected with a hard glare before Andy could explode. “Just because you have to deal with those rich bitches giving you a hard time at Saks, doesn’t mean every woman who has money is stuck up or high maintenance.  I spent a lot of time with Sharon at Nicole’s wedding and she could not have been kinder and more gracious.

“Peggy’s right.” Andy tried to keep his cool, reminding himself that there was a time that he too had thought that Sharon, with her luxurious Brazilian blowout, Armani suits, and designer high heels was looking down her pretty nose at him.  “Look Maur. You think I don’t know she’s out of my league? I do. But not because she comes from money and we don’t. Because she is amazing and she has a heart bigger than anyone I‘ve ever known. I don’t know why she loves me or why she agreed to marry me. I just thank God that she did. Give her a chance, get to know her. You might have more in common than you think.”

“Doubtful,” Maura scoffed.

Andy took a deep breath trying to remain patient; the last thing he wanted Sharon to witness was a knock down drag out Flynn family fight.  “I’m serious. Her life hasn’t always been easy. She’s had to struggle just like all of us. And just like you, she had a louse of a husband who walked out on her and left her to raise her children alone, only she didn’t have any financial support from him.” He didn’t think it would be smart to add that unlike Maura, Sharon hadn’t allowed herself to wallow in bitterness and self-pity, because he knew a thing or two about bitterness and self-pity. Maura was more like him or the him that he used to be than he cared to admit.

Maura turned and tried to look at Sharon through new eyes. The younger woman was smiling and completely focused on whatever Sylvia was telling her. She didn’t usually change her opinions on people but maybe, just maybe her judgment of Sharon was clouded by her own unhappiness…and jealousy.  Maybe Sharon’s quiet, soft-spoken manner just meant that she was a reserved person, not that she was a snob.

“You shouldn’t judge people so quickly,” Antonella admonished her.

Maura held her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I get it.“

“And you,” Antonella turned to her brother. “You should not be so hard on yourself. You are handsome and you can certainly be charming when you want to be. You are also kind and sweet--when you aren’t trying to be Mr. Tough guy, and you walk out your door every day and protect people. That is nothing if not admirable. Why shouldn’t Sharon fall in love with you? So you’ve made some mistakes, everyone does. It‘s how we rectify those mistakes that really matters and you seem to be doing a good job with that. I was so happy to see Nicole today. She’s turned into a lovely young woman. Peggy gave me the quick run down about you and Sharon, how you went from adversaries to, well, I guess where you are now. But I would like to hear it from you. Why do you love her? Why do you want to marry her?” It was telling to Nell that Andy didn‘t even have to pause to think about it.

“It’s true. I used to think Sharon was uptight, brusque, humorless, all business. But the first time I saw her smile, damn…It was like the sun filled the room. Then as I got to know her I could see that the way she distanced herself, the walls she put up, were all part of the job she had at the time. Now I’d say an easier question would be, what don’t I love about her? She’s courageous, strong, and confident. She really cares about the people who work for her and she has this, I don’t know how to explain it, this depth of love for her family that has just always reached out and grabbed me right in the heart. She’s a phenomenal mother and she has great kids.  She’s also direct, doesn’t play games and she can give back as good as she gets; I find that all very sexy. And one of the things that I’ve come to admire most about Sharon is what used to drive me crazy about her, no matter what’s going on she’s always cool-headed and in control., always grace under fire.”

“Well, they do say opposites attract.” Gina’s grin belied her sarcasm.

“Let him finish,” Nell said.

Andy smiled at his eldest sister and continued. “I know people say this all the time but Sharon really is one of those people who is every inch as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. She’s just a real doll. When she smiles at me I feel like I’m ten feet tall and when I’m with her she’s this kind of safe harbor where I can forget all the ugliness of the world of murderers, rapists, and pedophiles where I spend my days. I’ve never had anyone in my life that has been able to do that for me. Before Sharon, I felt so empty inside.” There was a slight emotional break in his voice and Nell reached out to take his hand, her eyes soft with sympathy. “ I tried to fill that emptiness with booze and when I had to give that up, my job, but nothing ever completely worked…until her. Sharon fills all that emptiness inside me and now I feel like I have a second chance at life.”

His sisters had gone silent and were staring at him with something akin to amazement.

“What?” he asked.

“You’re a freaking poet now?“  

“Maura stop it.” Peggy swatted at her with a dishrag. “That was beautiful Andy.” Andy shrugged, slightly embarrassed by how sappy he‘d gotten.

Maura smiled and jabbed him with her elbow. “I’m just giving you crap. I can see why you love her now. It’s not just about how she looks.” When Andy shook his head and turned back to the sink Maura’s smile faded and she reached out to touch the scar on his neck. “Are you still having any issues with that clot and the pinched nerve?”

“A little. The clot is gone, but I’ll still be on blood thinners for a few more months and I still get some numbness in my hand from the nerve issue. Until that goes away, I’m going to be stuck on friggin’ desk duty. “

“Well, better that than the alternative,” Peggy eyeballed him. “It had to be terrifying to think you were having a heart attack.”

“It was. It sure as hell felt like one. The pain in my chest took my breath away and it went down my arm just like you hear about a heart attack. Then my arm went numb.  I don’t remember much of what happened. But I do remember Sharon holding one of my hands for dear life.” While the other caressed his face soothingly.  “All I could think about at that moment was that I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to leave her.” The memory of the love and terror shining in Sharon’s eyes was still so vivid, as was the feel of her tears dripping on his hand, the hand she continued to clutch in the ambulance while begging him not to leave her. He had so many regrets at that moment. He had waited far too long to ask her out on a real date. He had foolishly allowed his fears to keep him from telling her that he loved her as soon as he’d come to that realization. He was never going to see her roll her eyes at him again, or shake her head with long-suffering patience when he was being a pain in the ass or slap at his arm or chest when she was irritated with him or amused by him. He would never again hear that wonderful laugh or see her bright emerald eyes turn to soft jade when he made love to her. But his biggest regret was that he might never know what it would have been like to call her his wife.

“Aaaandy….”

The four siblings paused in their conversation and Andy turned and grinned widely at the familiar voice. “Hey, Dennis. Sharon, come meet Dennis.”

The man who met Andy in the living room for a hug was barely five feet tall, his hair salt and pepper, his eyeglasses coke bottle thick and he had the nasal tone of someone with Down syndrome. This was the man who was more brother than a cousin, the man whom Andy used to protect from the bullies.

“Is this your girlfriend, Andy?” He eyed Sharon up and down with a frankness that in other men would have earned him a Darth Raydor glare, but which was, she knew, just innocent curiosity.

“Yes, she is. This is Sharon. But she’s more than my girlfriend; Den. Sharon’s going to be my wife.”

“I like that, Andy. Hi Sharon. I’m Dennis.” He held out a hand as he had been taught.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Dennis.” Sharon’s smile was warm and genuine. “Andy’s told me so much about you and what great friends you were growing up.”

Dennis turned to Andy with a smile. “I like her Andy. She’s nice. And she’s really pretty too.”

“Yes, she is, isn‘t she.”

“Can I come to your wedding, Sharon?”

Sharon’s heart melted. “Of course you can. You’re family; we’ll be inviting the whole family. And I know how special you are to Andy.”

“Andy’s my friend.”

“You bet I am.” Andy fist bumped him. At that point, his Aunt Loretta came in followed by Peggy’s husband Luke who had been busy all day at the restaurant.

“I live in my own house now, Andy.”

“You do?” Andy raised a brow at his aunt.

“He does,” Loretta nodded. “It’s a duplex in Queens where he lives with others who have Down’s.”

“That’s great Den. Do you still work at Stop n’ Shop?”

“Yes. I get the carts and bag the groceries and sometimes they let me help put out the vegetables. Are you still a police officer?”

“You bet.”

“Andy’s a hero,” Dennis told Sharon. It touched Sharon deeply to see the affection and hero worship Dennis had for Andy, the man who had protected him throughout his childhood. She reached out and took Andy’s hand, pulling it into her lap.

“Yes, he is.”

“Where do you work, Sharon?”

“I work with Andy.”

“You’re a police officer too?”

“I am.”

“Then you’re a hero too.”

“Nice to know there are some people left in the world who still think so,” Andy muttered under his breath. Sharon gave him a little smirk but nodded in agreement.

“Here they are Sharon. I knew I could find them.” Sylvia entered the living room carrying several photo albums.

“Oh Ma, what are those,” Andy groaned.

Sharon grinned and grabbed one of the albums. “Payback is a you know what. I deserve a little retribution for you pilfering through my awkward stages. “

“Babe you didn’t have any awkward stages.”

Maura rolled her eyes and stuck a finger down her throat as if to make herself vomit. Andy glared at her but Sharon laughed.

“You were right Sylvia,” she said. “He does have the gift of blarney.”

“It’s not blarney,” he protested. “It's a fact. You were beautiful from the day you were born.”

“Well, I still say you’re a tad biased, but I love you for it.” She kissed the back of his hand and then dropped it to flip open to the first page of the album. “But not enough to miss out on finding a picture of Andy Flynn the altar boy that I was promised is one of these albums.”

“Oh God, if Provenza ever got hold of that…”

“Stay on my good side honey and all will be well.”

Sylvia grinned and nudged Andy. “She’s got a sneaky side. I like that.”

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“I don’t think Maura liked me very much.” Sharon lay curled up to Andy’s side, her fingertips tracing imaginary patterns over his broad t-shirt covered chest. As soon as they got to their hotel at JFK airport, they had washed up, brushed their teeth and gone straight to bed. It had been a long day and they had to be up early in the morning.

“Maura doesn’t like anyone, babe.” Andy kissed the top of her head. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“I’m serious, Andy.”

“So am I. Look, right now Maura doesn’t like much of anything. I told you her first husband ditched her and left her to raise her two kids alone and now her second husband just left her for a younger woman. She had to sell her house and she hates her job. She’s angry at the world.”

“It’s hard to blame her for that. I wish there was something we could do to help her.”

“Yeah, me too. At least when I was that low I had a job that I loved. I don’t know how I would have gotten through everything if I’d lost my job.”

“Well, let’s be thankful you didn’t.” If he had lost his job during his drinking days, they never would have connected. “It’s too bad Joe’s living in Florida now, I would like to have met him. And I wish I’d gotten to spend more time with Nell. She’s worked in some fascinating places.”

Andy snorted derisively. “If you consider no electricity, no running water, and a hole in the ground for a bathroom as fascinating. I‘d call it hell.”

“Andy!” She gently swatted at his chest.

“What? It’s true.”

She reached into his t-shirt and pulled out the ring he always wore on a chain around his neck. She toyed with it for a few seconds before asking, “There’s more to this ring than just the fact that it was your father’s, isn’t there?”

“How…” He trailed off without finishing the question. Sharon was a detective; there must have been something she had seen when Antonella commented on it. “It is my father’s ring, but he didn’t give it to me, Antonella did. I was pretty messed up after my Dad died.” He trailed off as if unsure how to continue. Sharon hummed with understanding and nuzzled into his chest comfortingly. Losing his father at the young age of 14 to a brain aneurysm had been traumatizing. Andy didn’t talk about it often, but he had told her how it had led him to start following his older brother down a path that could have gotten him into serious trouble.

“My mother wasn’t really there for us. I know she was shocked and grieving and she had to support all of us but I didn’t see it that way then.” Fourteen was such an awkward age. He had tried so hard to be a man and keep his tears contained, but inside he was still a little boy who wanted to sob out his grief and who needed his mother to hold him and comfort him, and promise him that everything was going to be all right even though it felt like the end of the world. Instead, his mother had turned inward and he’d felt lost. Sylvia was not a bad mother, he always knew she loved him, but she was not a nurturer; she was more a pull yourself up by your bootstraps and get on with life kind of mother.  A more sensitive person, a mother like Sharon, would have seen through his tough outer shell and helped him deal with his loss. A mother like Sharon would have told him it was okay to cry and comforted him through his sorrow.  “If it wasn’t for Nell we probably all would have run wild. Then, not even a full year after my dad died, Nell decided to join the convent. I was really pissed about it--and I was a dick to her. I couldn’t believe she really wanted to be a nun. I accused her of wanting to get away from all of us so badly she was willing to throw her life away to do it.”

“I’m sure she knew you were just lashing out because you were hurt.”

“I don’t know.”

"It's really not surprising that you felt that way. First, your father dies, then your mother emotionally shuts down and then the one person who always gave you that unconditional nurturing love tells you she is leaving. It makes perfect sense that you'd feel lost and abandoned." Sharon's heart ached. Though it was impossible, she wished there was some way she could go back in time and take away the pain that he'd gone through as a boy.

"I told Nell I hated her. God, I wish I could take that back. It was the last thing I said before she left for the convent." He placed a hand over the one Sharon was rubbing over his chest, and then lifted it to touch his necklace. "After she left, when I got back to my bedroom there was an envelope on my pillow. When my father died, my mother gave us all something to remember him. As the oldest, Antonella got his wedding ring. Inside the envelope was his ring on a chain. There was a letter with it. She wrote that whenever I felt alone I should wear that ring around my neck and know that both her and my dad were with me."

Sharon sniffed and he glanced down to see tears swimming in her eyes.

"Hey, are you crying? Don't cry. Like I said before it was a long time ago."

"I can't help it. Sometimes you break my heart. "When she was in his arms like this it was hard to remember a time when he had thought she was cold and hard, because under that Darth Raydor glare there was no one softer or gentler than Sharon was.

"I don't mean to."

"Comes with the territory when you love someone. Have you been wearing it all this time?"

"No. I didn't put it on right away but I did hold onto to it. I kept it in my drawer and the day that I came home from my first AA meeting I put it on and I haven't taken it off since-though it has had a few new chains. I guess I figured I needed all the help that I could get.

"And has it helped?"

"I think it has, yeah. I don't really need it anymore, now that I have you. But, I kind of like having a part of my dad with me."

Sharon reached out to rub the ring between her fingers. "I wish I could have met him. He sounds like he was a good man. Your mother still wears her wedding ring and it's been what, 41 years since he died."

"Mmm...She was only 43 when it happened, he was only 50. A couple of my aunts tried to set her up on dates but she said that in her heart she was still married to my father and that's the way it would always be."

"That's both sad and romantic."

"She really believes that she's going to see him again when she dies and that's why she's not afraid of dying."

"Do you believe that?" Universal Salvation was one of the basic tenets of Christianity and sometimes she wasn't exactly sure where Andy stood in his relationship with God.

"I grew up in the church, you know that. You saw the altar boy pictures. I can't believe my mother gave you one."

Sharon giggled. "You were adorable."

He shrugged. "If you say so."

"I do." She rose on one elbow so she could see his face. "I also know you've had your issues with the church."

Andy grew silent, the conflict within him still there, though far less strong than it had been in the past. Sharon didn't prod or push, he loved that about her. She simply caressed her thumb over his cheek until he was ready to speak.

"After my father died, I was so angry with God for taking him. I just could'nt understand it. There were so many bad guys out there; my dad was a good guy, why did God have to take him? Why?" The pain was still there, even after all these years.

"I don't know. Sometimes we just can't understand why. That's what faith is, believing that there is a reason even if we don't yet understand what it is."

Andy sighed noncommittally. He wished he shared her unwavering faith. Those words were not just a platitude. She too had suffered loss at a young age when her brother died so she understood what he was feeling. "I hadn't even gotten a chance to get through that when Nell told us she was leaving us for God."

"Andy. Oh, honey, she wasn't leaving you for God."

"That's what it felt like. When I went off to college I walked away from all of it, God and the church."

"But you married Sandra in the church." It was the reason he was going to need an annulment too.

"I did. Sandra's family is Hispanic and Catholic so we married in the church but Sandra wasn't all that religious. Other than the big things like, baptisms, first communions, Christmas, Easter, we didn't go to church after we were married. Then I joined AA. Part of that is having a higher power."

"But it doesn't have to be God, right?" She knew a bit about AA from Jack's few short stints and a lot more from Andy.

"No, it doesn't. It can be anything. It's all about accepting that you can't conquer your addiction alone. But when I started thinking about a higher power, I kept coming back to what I knew. Once a Catholic always a Catholic, right? Then, it wasn't very long after that when the church scandal hit and I was so pissed I couldn't bring myself to go back to church."

Sharon nodded, pain tightening in her chest. She had experienced her own crisis of faith when the Catholic Church scandal exploded. It had been a very dark time for her and she'd only been able to navigate her way through it with the help of Father Stan who at that point had only been her priest for a few years. It had drawn them much closer and with his help, and a lot of soul-searching, she had chosen to remain a faithful Catholic, though she would never again be the innocent follower she had once been.

"I didn't really get back into going to church until I moved in with you. But I think that He and I have made peace now."

"How's that?"

"He's gotten me through some really rough times with my addiction and He gave you to me. Maybe even God needs to make amends."

Sharon gave a soft laugh and kissed his bicep. "An interesting theological concept. I'll let you take that up with Father Stan. But I am glad that you made your peace with God, with Antonella, and with Nicole."

"Me too. I like having a clean slate to start my life with you." Though he felt there might be one person left he had yet to make peace with. He had made his amends to Sandra but he wasn't sure they had ever really made peace.

"It's really going to happen for us, isn't it?"

"You bet it is, babe." He kissed the top of her head. "That is if you still want to marry me after hearing about what a troublemaker I was."

Her laughter was smothered into his shoulder. "Well, I've always known you were a troublemaker. I seem to remember our first fight was over your employee file."

"Second fight. The first one was over the evidence you removed from a murder scene we were investigating."

"Ah yes. You won that one. Pope made me return it all to you."

"Only because Brenda went to him to plead her case."

"Hmm…you're right." Brenda Leigh Johnson had gotten her job as deputy chief through a sexual relationship she'd had in the past with their chief of police. Because of that relationship, Brenda was usually able to get her way with him and Chief Pope let her get away with things he would never have accepted with any of his other officers.

"You know, a few years back there was a time we thought Brenda and Pope might have picked up where they had left off. I wanted to know if she was banging the boss and now here I am…"

"Andy Flynn, do NOT continue that statement."

"Uh, I wasn't. I mean, uh, I was just going to say, here I am marrying the boss."

Her eyes narrowed. Andy was a terrible liar. "Sure you were."

"I was. But to give you full disclosure,  I like banging her too."

"Andy!" Her attempt at chastising him was ruined when she couldn't contain her giggle.

"What? It's true."

"You really are incorrigible."

"And that doesn't give you second thoughts?"

"Not at all." She watched him playing with the engagement ring on her finger. "It's actually kind of tantalizing. Who knew that underneath it all I actually have a thing for sexy bad boys?"

"Sexy, huh?"

She got back up on her elbow and cupped a hand over his cheek, her voice a throaty purr. "Very, VERY sexy."

The End…

Of this installment anyway. Stay tuned as the story continues back in LA with "Saying Good-bye to Yesterday" which will focus on the annulments and some of what happened in Season Five. We will meet Winnie Davis and Sandra and there will be a few fireworks with Jack who is not going to be happy about his kids forcing him to sign the annulment papers. As with this story it will weave in and out of canon.

#sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #Major Crimes #christmas in connecticut #shandy fanfic

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Make Me

Fandom: Star Crossed Myth (Love 365)

Pairing: Scorpio x Reader

You walked towards the door, but when you got close to him, Scorpio grabbed you by both shoulders, shaking you slightly. “Take it back.” He glared at you.

“Which part? When I called you an overgrown man child or when I called you an asshole?” You smirked.

“Both.”

His grip tightened on your arms, but you met him head on. Stepping forward, forcing him to back up, your eyes meeting his. “Make me.”

He spun you, slamming you up against the wall with a force he would’ve never thought he could use against a woman. He wasn’t joking around anymore and for a brief moment, you were slightly afraid.

However, you knew in your heart that this was the secretly sweet, lovable Scorpio who would never hurt you. And damn you to hell if his dominant side wasn’t the sexiest thing ever.

You knew you should not be turned on by his act of violence, but you were, in a bad way. Mostly because you were confident he would never actually hurt you.

Scorpio didn’t know what had come over him. He had just roughly put his hands on you, a woman he thrived on hating, but still, very special to him. This was not right, in any way, shape, or form.

He loosened his hold in shock, but you whimpered when he tried to let go. When his hands held onto your skin again, you gasped and he took a moment to notice your elevated breathing, the way you were shifting your hips, your tongue tracing along your lips to wet them as if you expected him to kiss you.

“Scorpio…” You said softly.

“I said shut the fuck up woman.”

You only had a half second to appreciate the breathy tone he used when he said that before you were overcome by the feel of his lips smashing against yours. He held them there, still for a few moments that felt like hours, until you let out a breath and moaned.

He kissed you again, open mouth to open mouth, his tongue slithering through your lips to fill you with the warm taste of him. If pushing against the wall was confusing, this kiss was even worse. And yet, it was something he had thought about doing for a long time, and if you were enjoying it, he wasn’t about to stop now.

You couldn’t help it, you moaned again and Scorpio squeezed your arms before dragging his hands down to grasp your wrists, which he promptly pinned against the wall. He tilted his head, moved to kiss you again and at the same time laid his body flat against yours. With your back against the wall, literally, and Scorpio kissing the thoughts clear out of your head, you were just desperate for more, you had to feel him but he was controlling your hands.

You freed one of your legs from his oppressive force and wrapped it around his waist, pulling his hips flush against you and then breaking your mouth from his, gasping for air and clarity. “Jesus, fuck, Scorpio.”

Free of your mouth, but now dealing with his throbbing cock pressed against your heated pussy, Scorpio tried to form a complete sentence.

“_____…what…what are we doing?”

Your eyes were playful, but hooded with lust. “You started it.” You smiled.

He smirked, both hating and loving how you could never stop being contrary. “I did. I’m…sorry, I don’t know -” He mumbled.

“Just shut the fuck up and do it again.” You half whispered.

“Yeah…good idea.” He said and kissed you again and again and again, releasing your wrists so he could cradle your face in his hands, tilting your head whichever way he needed it to get the best angle. You took advantage and tried to run your fingers through his hair.

You then moved your hands lower, snaking under his shirt to feel his flexing abs and warm skin. The intoxicating scent of him made you dizzy. You thrust your hips against his, and groaned when he bit your lip.

His lips were on your neck now, then your ear. “I can’t fucking stand you woman. You make me wanna stab out my eardrums so I don’t have to listen to your shit.”

You grinned with a sense of childish pride as if his reaction was your intent all along. “But not your eyes, right?” You asked.

“Hell no, you’re so…so sexy.” His voice was full of lust.

“And you’re not as hot as Leon, but I’ll take it.” You said with a smirk. And just like that, he was back to being actually angry with you.

He wrapped his hands around your throat and met your eyes. “Don’t fucking mention him right now. Don’t do it. Keep his name out of your fuckin’ mouth.”

This was exactly what you wanted, you needed him angry and volatile because that Scorpio, he was only ever that just for you. You used your hands on his hips to pull him even closer as you rubbed the front of your body against his.

“Make me. Put your name in my mouth instead. Be a fucking man for once…and make me.”

Scorpio literally growled and kissed you harshly, teeth clashing, tongues missing their mark as you both became wild with arousal fueled by rivalry. Both of you felt it and there was no stopping what you both knew was happening next.

You pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants with hands trembling from need. You quickly grabbed a hold of his hard cock and sighed, “Motherfucker.”

Scorpio just nodded in agreement and pulled down the front of your shirt. With no bra on, as usual, your breasts popped out, your nipples standing at attention, chest heaving from your breaths. He bent to lick at a peak and soon let his teeth close around it. This lit a whole new fire inside you and you released his cock to undo and yank down your pants, taking your thong along with it.

Moving to the other breast, Scorpio tried not to be distracted by your exposed bottom half, but failed. He pulled back to look at you, his cock jumping around, eager to know what you felt like on the inside.

You pushed him back and peeled off your shirt to stand naked in front of him now. He reached for you suddenly, pulling you down to the floor and then shoving off his pants when he got there. You spread your legs to hold him and when he pressed the head of his cock against you, you whined and took two quick breaths.

“Look at me.” He ordered.

You dragged your eyes away from his sexy body and met his gaze.

“I’m not stopping until you tell me you hate Leon.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his back and shoulders. “I hope you’re free for the rest of your life, because that’s never gonna happen.” You said.

“It is. I’m gonna make you feel so good…” He trailed off, pressing a few inches of his cock inside as your soft pussy gave way.

“Oh…oh, that is good.” You moaned.

“So good, _____, I’m gonna make it so good that you’re not even gonna remember his name.” He pressed in just a little further, not all the way, but he made contact with your g-spot and held still.

“Mmm, Scorpio, come on.” You begged.

“So good, so good you’re gonna be beggin’ for more when I’m done.” God he sounded so sexy.

“You know…I almost believe you.” You widened your hips and tilted them until you pulled the last few inches of him deep inside your warmth.

“Fuck.” Scorpio felt frozen, unable to take action because you were everything he’d ever imagined and then some. Your words in his ear sparked him back to life.

“I’m waiting, or should I go back to the mansion and find Leon to finish the job?”

He let his cock drag down through your heat and then pressed in again hard and deep, nearly blurring your vision in the process. “Don’t make me tell you to shut the fuck up again.” He glared down at you.

“Do it..it turns me on. Don’t go easy on me.” You plead.

Scorpio continued to pump his hips between your thighs and couldn’t stop the laugh that came out. “Why are you like this with me? I know you can be nice, I’ve seen it.”

You returned his smile and grabbed his sides, letting your palms ride the wave like fluctuations of his body working against yours. “You’re fucking sexy when you’re angry, that’s why.” You answer.

“I hate that I like you, I hate that I want this with you.” He said almost to himself.

Your face fell in frustration and you pushed at him until he fell onto his back and you straddled him, returning his cock to your cunt so quickly he hardly noticed you had parted at all. You leaned down to face him as you started to rock against him.

“No you don’t, Scorpio. You need a woman like me, someone who doesn’t put up with your bullshit or blow smoke up your ass.”

Scorpio’s mouth fell open as you overwhelmed him with sensations, the expert rolling of your body on top of his, your fingertips along his jaw, your mouth so close to his without touching, your words that he might have to admit could be true. He said nothing, but only locked eyes with you.

“Admit it.” You told him. “Tell me you need a woman like me.”

He challenged you right back, as always. “Tell me you hate that fuckin’ lion.” You softly laughed.

“Not a chance.”

He grabbed your hips with both hands and stopped your movements. With his feet planted on the floor, he thrust up from the bottom, forcing you to take even more of him, even harder than when he was on top. You moaned and threw your head back, reveling in his forceful fucking.

“You sure? You’re not ready to say it?” He asked.

“No…no…Goddamn…ok, not yet, but don’t stop.” You breathed out.

He smirked, thinking he might actually win this one, eventually. Sliding one hand along your stomach, he continued to fuck you roughly from the bottom and now put his thumb over that sensitive nub at the top of your cunt.

“How about now?” He asked.

“God, Scorpio... Don’t you dare fucking stop. Just…ugh…fuck!” Your hips pumped in time with his and your hands came to clutch at his hard chest, grabbing and fisting at his skin as you came hard.

In your weakened state, he flipped you easily, burrowing his hips between your still shaking thighs once more and continuing his relentless pace.

Sure, you had just cum, but he knew you could go again, whether you wanted to or not. But you did want it, spreading your legs and arching your body to get even more skin on skin contact with him.

He grabbed your wrists and held them down against the floor. He pumped his cock into your folds, hitting every spot perfectly each time. The pressure of his hands against your wrists, the power of his strong body, his devilish smile and messy hair, you were close again in no time and Scorpio knew it.

“Tell me and I’ll make you come again.” He said softly.

You were about to fall, perhaps unwillingly. You had wanted this, but you hated that he knew what he could do to your body. Still holding you down, still fucking the stubbornness from you, Scorpio came down to kiss your throat, slowing his hips only slightly.

“Tell me and I’ll admit that you’re right, that I need a woman like you. That I need you.”

That was nearly enough to make you cum, just hearing that. “Ok, ok. I don’t like him.”

His chuckle was deep. “That’s not what I need to hear.” He licked up your neck, finding your ear with his teeth. “You don’t have to mean it, just say it, just for me.” He whispered in your ear.

“Are you gonna mean it when you say you need me?” You asked.

“Yes,” He breathes in your ear, “because it’s true.” He kisses your neck again.

“Alright.” You breathed shakily. His grip tightened, his hips sped up again. “I…I hate…” You started to say.

“Come on. Just for me.” Scorpio said.

You felt the tension under your skin start to peak, the warmth spreading through your body. You gasped out his name. “Scorpio…I hate Leon.”

He let go of your hands and held your face in his palms, pressing his forehead against yours as you started to cum again, squeezing him tightly.

“I need you, ______. You’re right, I need you in my life.” He breathed heavily.

You were still cumming when he released inside of you and you held him against your chest as he huffed out a few final breaths of exhaustion.

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[szopenhauer]

Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? harem pants

When was the last time you laid in bed with someone else? few days ago

Do you ever give things away to your friends? yes but don’t ask me to give you my stuff, that’s just rude :( Does it make you uncomfortable when your parents talk about finding people attractive? they never do that unless my mom tries to tell me how she wished I look like lol Is there anyone’s friendship or relationship, in particular, that makes you jealous? I envy straight priviledge Have you ever made a friendship pact with someone, where you pricked your fingers and became blood-bonded?  creepy, wouldn’t do that

Have you ever been to Pride?  nope If you are a part of a certain fandom, is there a rivalry between your fandom and another one (e.g., Lady Gaga fans vs. Katy Perry fans or Marvel vs. DC)? I don’t feel it personally How many people would you say you are close with?  just a couple Do you ever have smell hallucinations? I believe  If you were told by a professional that you were unable to become pregnant, how would that affect you? Is there something important to you about conceiving a biological child rather than adoption?  I’d be happy  Is there something that you did not used to take seriously, that you either now take seriously or wish that you had in the past (e.g., a relationship that you miss, your education, etc.)? possibly Are you physically affectionate with your friends? nah When you were in middle school and high school, did you witness a lot of bullying? How did the teachers react to name-calling or violence? I was a victim and teachers didn’t care If there is a specific celebrity (or two, or three!) that you dislike, is it because of petty reasons or is it because they’ve done something absolutely damning in your mind? depends Do you ever find yourself making negative comments about other people’s appearances, whether it’s people you dislike or even just people on tv? yep

Have you seen any Tim Burton movies?: sure, his Batman was the best Sleep with just one pillow?: one’s usually not enough

Ever used a dream catcher? If so, did it work? I trashed it Ever woke up crying?: yeah

Do you own a white pair of shorts? my mother found my old jean shorts this week but I don’t plan on wearing them any time soon

When is the person you like birthday? next year, March

Do you like 3D movies? can’t watch them, they make me sick, I only see red and blue around 2D stuff that is going on the screen

How many windows/tabs are open on your computer right now? 6 with this one

Is there someone you wish you were closer with? grandma

^What’s stopping you from being closer with them? personal

Has someone ever accused you of not being creative enough? that happened

Are you listening to music? Prince How are you temperature-wise? 37,3 as I just ate hot food and I feel sick

Do you worry about how you will look when you’re older? not really Will you try to stay youthful for as long as possible? In some ways. What will you think when you look back on your current self? omg How old would you say you act? it varies Who is one person you could never live without? we can live without everybody but I don’t wanna/can not imagine living without my father and my current partner

What are the last three songs you listened to? Royal & the Serpent - Overwhelmed

Steven Wilson - Pariah feat. Ninet Tayeb

Ashnikko - Daisy

Have you ever overflown a bathtub? how...

Do you like sour candy? not a fan

How far away is / was your bus stop for middle school?: it was close so I was walking there 

Do you chew on pencils? Or just the eraser?: neither, yuk

When you were little, did you ever think fog was scary?: I like fog

Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow? mmm 

Have you held hands with anyone lately? I have

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? they are

Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now? don’t feed my paranoia

does the song you’re listening to/last heard evoke any emotion for you?: yep

What profession do you respect? for example - firefighters *I actually don’t respect doctors and nurses, sorry not sorry

Have you ever ate something you’ve dropped on the floor, if so what? when I was in pre-school I was pushed and lost my cucumbers from a sandwich and I picked them up and ate and then I got very ill so... do not recommend

How do you know when you’re in love, what’s the main sign? one of the sings is me being extra patient towards someone I have a crush on

What is the most important thing you can do to improve yourself? I’m trying!

Are you more worried about doing the things right, or doing the right thing? doing the right thing is more important to me because who cares if I do the wrong thing right? it won’t be right anyway

Do you believe in the term “Mother knows best? umm no sorry mom

If you were to throw a message in a bottle into the ocean, it would say? not sure

How do you feel about thrift shops or flea markets? love

Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? no, not my thing

What 3 songs will always be found at the top of your playlist? it changes every now and then

If you could cast a spell on someone what spell would you cast and on who? can I cast a healing spell on myself?

What is the funniest joke you have ever heard about? Siedzi sobie sroka na sośnie, a tu niespodziewanie do sosny podchodzi krowa i zaczyna się wspinać. Sroka w szoku obserwuje jak krowa powolutku siada koło niej na gałęzi. Wreszcie pyta krowę: - Krowa, co ty robisz? - No przyszłam sobie wisienek pojeść. - Ty Krowa... ale to jest sosna, a nie wiśnia. - Spoko... Wisienki mam w słoiczku! Who depends on you the most? don’t ask me

Could you ever be someone’s bodyguard? sexy! if only I was taller

Has one of your biggest fears come true? came true

Have you ever ridden on a subway or train an what did you like about it? hard to explain 

What embarrasses you instantly? what doesn’t...

What current event are you tired of hearing about? covid

How do you encourage yourself when you go through hard times? depends

Do you think people, including yourself live up to their full potential? sadly not

How are you different from most people? in plenty of ways

What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? adopting a baby instead of breeding (not that everyone who adopts is a good parent but it makes you better than having your own kid in my opinion)

[salted-barbed-wire]

Interference

Okay so a couple notes before you read this, guys. First, I switched the point of view to first person which means instead of “you, your,” it’s now “me, I, mine,”. I’ve noticed anything I write in first person seems to just flow a little more smoothly. Second, I AM AWARE THAT JON MOXLEY WORKED IN DGUSA AND CZW DURING THE SAME THREE YEARS! I’M ALSO AWARE THAT HE AND HELLENA HEAVENLY DATED SOMEWHERE IN THAT TIME FRAME BUT SHE WAS MAINLY IN DRAGON GATE. For the sake of this au, let’s all pretend that Mox has been in CZW for the last 3 years and hasn’t been to DGUSA for at least a year or so. Okay?Okay.

Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve updated this story! But here’s part 10!

Enjoy!

Master List Plug! (It’s got the previous chapters listed on it as well)

My smile widened as I tightened my grip on Lillian’s arm. Her squeals and kicks only made me squeeze harder. Jon would be proud of me using the chicken wing on her. “Tap!” I commanded. “Tap! Tap! Tap!” Cheered the crowd. I could taste victory. That was until I heard the music hit. All eyes in the audience went to the curtain, Lillian turned her head and laughed. “Here comes your boyfriend.” She pulled out of my grip. “Good thing we know who’s side he’s on.” She said. Lillian went for a tackle but I planted my footing and reversed it into a DDT instead. She laid there, most likely seeing stars. I watch Jon come down to the ring. His dimples were showing as he strutted up to the apron. “Hey there doll-face.” He winked at me. “Came to get the best seat in the house.” “Stay out of this, Mox!” I yelled pointing at him. I turned just as Lillian super kicked me right in the chest. I fell back onto my shoulders. The wind had been knocked out of me. I felt my left leg be hooked and the ref’s hand hit the mat. “One…. two…” My right leg moved, it was placed by a set of warm hands on the bottom rope. This caused the ref to stop the count and Lillian to begin throwing one of her class act tantrums. I rolled to see Mox shouting at me, “Get her! Get her! She’s distracted!” Mox moved my foot on the rope… “(Y/N)! Go pin the bitch!” He yelled again. I got half up, then slid over behind Lillian, placing my arm between her legs and rolling her down into a pin. She kicked out immediately, but as she stood I gave her a huge forearm sending her down to the mat again. Quick as lightning, I got the cover. “One… two… three!” The bell rang. The crowd and Moxley went nuts. I leaned back onto my knees and looked around in awe. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as the ref brought me MY title. Jon joined me in the ring. He pushed the ref out of the way and hauled me to my feet. “You did it,” he whispered. My heart melted at the pride in his blue eyes. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you.” I whispered in his ear. “I love you too. Now, let me have the honors in showing off my new champ.” I pulled back and smiled at him. Jon’s hand gripped mine and he held it above my head. In the other hand, I held my new title.

“Oh my God!” I screamed as Jon and I walked out to the car. “I can’t believe this opportunity. And you get a title shot next week? Talk about the power couple.” “You got it, sweet thang.” He said as he slapped my ass, “You going to wear that title while you ride my cock tonight?” I bit my lip. “I just might have to.” Jon put a finger under my chin, “Mmm you’d look so sexy wearing only that belt.” His eyes wandered to my lips. “Come here.” I heard him whisper as he pulled my chin up towards him for a kiss. “Will you two get a room?” A voice came from behind us. Sami Callahan walked over and placed his hand on Jon’s shoulder, “I think tonight calls for a celebration. Don’t you, Mox?” “Oh here we go.” I grumbled as I rolled my eyes. “Hey, hey, hey,” Sami held up his hands to me. “It’s just a small party.” “Please. I’ve heard tales of your ‘small parties’.” I did air quotes. “I’m not much of a party person.” Sami’s jaw dropped. “Not much of a party person? What? Is that even a real thing?” Sami looked to Jon for and explanation, but only got a shrug. “Well, nerd, maybe you just haven’t been to the right kind of parties.” I rolled my eyes again, “Sami, we don’t need-” “Yes we do because I’ve already invited everyone over. And they’ve all told their friends. And these people all know this party is for you, so you have to come.” Jon looked at me, “We should probably make an appearance.” “You just want free booze.” I glared.

Despite my hesitation, the party was actually a lot of fun. Everyone from work was there, most of them drunk out of their minds. Sami had even made sure to invite Linda and her boyfriend, Zach. Jon and I were sitting on the couch talking to Zach and Linda who had pushed a few lawn chairs together. Mox’s arm was lazily placed behind my shoulders on the back rest of the couch. Every now and then I’d rest my head on his shoulder and he’d lean down and kiss my forehead almost on command. The brush of his lips on my hairline seemed to keep me relaxed.  “Don’t look so thrilled to be here, Zach.” I said sipping on a cherry flavored drink Mox had made for me. “I’ll try not to,” He grumbled. Linda nudged him, “Why are you being such a Debbie-downer? This is (Y/N)’s party! We’re here to have fun.” “He’s just worried that someone will swoop in and take his girl.” I teased. My hands gestured around to all of the mingling bodies, “Look at all the potential rivalries, Zach.” He gave me the finger, which Mox returned on my behalf. “I meant to tell you something the other day, (Y/N).” Zach started with a cocky smile. “There’s something you might want to know.” Linda smacked his arm, “Not here.” She hissed. “Ouch, why are you always beating on me after a few drinks?” “Because you get stupid after a few drinks.” “Will you two knock it off,” I cut between their argument. “What am I supposed to know?” “(Y/N), it’s nothing that can’t wait until after the party. Let’s just have fun tonight.” Linda tried to give me a smile. I looked at Zach, my curiosity was tugging on me, “Are you going to tell me?” Zach shook his head, “She won’t let me.” “Probably a good idea not to challenge your woman,” Mox let out a chuckle. “They can be very vengeful.” I shot him a glare, “What’s that supposed to mean?” Jon’s arm moved to my shoulders and squeezed me closer to him, “Nothing, love. Only that I never want to upset you again.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. The electricity went through me, I wish he would just come home with me already. “GROSS!” Zach yelled. Linda giggled as Jon and I both out stretched our arms towards him, both of us giving him the bird. “You two are so perfect for each other.” She smiled. “It would sure seem that way,” a voice came from behind us. I turned to see a tall red head standing behind the couch Mox and I were sitting on. Her blue eyes were burning into me. I looked away from her, towards Jon. His face had become pale, and he looked like had seen a ghost. What’s wrong with him? “Hi,” I said, attention focusing back on her. “Do I know you?” “Aren’t you going to introduce me, Moxley?” She said, her eyes never leaving mine. “Um..” I heard him hesitate, “What are you doing here, Hellena?” “I was invited. I heard you were getting another title shot, then I also heard how you helped this one put on the match of the century.” She finally turned her gaze towards him, “I figured I’d come down and watch the match on Sunday. I’m your good luck charm remember?” She winked. I stood up and extended my hand, “I’m (Y/N).” My stomach was boiling with anger, “His current good luck charm.” Hellena reached out her hand, “Oh I know who you are,” She gave me a smirk then reached out and took my hand. “I watched your match tonight. You’re good kid, but you could sure use some more practice before you hang with the pros.” My jaw tightened. Who the fuck does she think she is? Hellena released my hand and looked down at Mox, “Jonny. I’ll be here until Monday just in case you want to catch up. And if you win on Sunday,” she bent down, practically shoving her exposed cleavage in his face, “Maybe we can celebrate like we used to.” With that she turned and walked away. I stood there and glared at her curly red hair as she walked out of Jon and Sami’s apartment.  “What the fuck was that?” Zach said finally, “I’m straight up lost.” Mox looked at me, “I need to find Sami.” I stopped him from getting up, “No, first you need to tell me who that was.” Mox sighed, “That was my ex.” “And she got to walk all over us… why?” I placed my hands on my hips. Jon measured my movements, “We need to go see Sami, then we’ll talk. Okay?” I shook my head. “No. I think I’m going to go home a process this.” I picked up my stuff. “Babe!” He tried to stop me. “I’ll drive you,” Linda blocked Mox from coming too close. “Just let her cool off. I’ll have her call you later.” A worried, sad look spread across Jon Moxley’s face. My anger softened for just a moment, “I’ll call you later. I promise.”

“I can’t believe any of that.” I grumbled as I fell onto the sofa in my own apartment. “Where the fuck did she even come from?” “Girl, don’t over think it.” Linda said. She was in the kitchen making quite a bit of noise. “I know you’re over think everything that just happened back there, but right now you just need to get back into a relaxed state of mind.” “I just can’t believe she just appeared out of no where.” I laid there with my hand over my face, “Jon said she left and never came back, that she didn’t mean anything to him.” “So? That’s a good thing right?” She yelled over the tea kettle screeching. “Yeah but did you see the look on his face when he saw her?” I felt like crying. “Jesus!” I sighed, “Why did this have to happen tonight?” Linda sat down next to me holding a cup of hot tea for me. “Here. You’re over thinking it.” I took the tea and inhaled. It was chamomile and lavender, so warm and relaxing. The scent had me feeling better, I almost didn’t hear the knock at the door. “It’s probably Jon.” I whispered. “I shouldn’t have been so mean.” “Do you want me to answer it?” She asked me. I smiled, “No, I need to apologize.” I stood as the door knocked again, more urgently this time. “I’m coming!” I yelled. Knock, knock, knock. It came again. “Jesus, Jon!” I yelled. I swung the door open, “I said I was-” My jaw hit the floor and the cup of tea slipped from my hand. There stood a dark haired man. Brown eyes, average build, and a smirk that made my hand clench into a fist. “Hello, baby.” The smooth voice said in almost a seductive tone. “Long time no see.” Linda came around the corner and gasped, “Tyler! What the fuck are you doing here?!?”

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