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lawsend · 9 months

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Murder at Vista Heights Chapter 3

Series: Law’s End

Episode 1: Murder at Vista Heights

Fandom: The Royal Romance (loosely, there’s not much canon in here).

Pairings: None yet

Word Count: 2,521

Rating: MA

Warnings for series: adult themes, any given chapter may contain murder, violence, language, drinking, drug use, etc.

My other stuff can be found on my main blog @angelasscribbles here is the Master List.

“Well?” The chief of homicide demanded a glower on his face.

“I…this has to be some kind of mistake…” Liam’s face was ashen as he pulled the sketch from Bertrand’s hands.

Max gripped Riley gently but firmly by the shoulder and pulled her back and to the side, quietly shifting them out of anyone’s direct line of sight.

Riley allowed herself to be moved. If no one noticed her, they would speak more freely, and she might learn something.

“Are you questioning Ms. Nevrakis’s ability to render an accurate image from the witness’s verbal account?”

“What? No, of course not!” his eyes jumped to Lilith and the woman he had questioned earlier. Lilith’s sketches had helped catch plenty of perpetrators. She was very good at what she did. Still.

He stalked across the room and thrust the sketch under the older woman’s nose, “Mrs. Haltom, this is the man you saw arguing with the victim?”

Riley strained to hear, holding her breath as she leaned in their direction.

“That’s the man I saw leaving his apartment after hearing the argument.”

“Did he say anything as he was leaving? Anything you can positively attribute to him?”

“Yes, he said ‘If you don’t back off, I’ll personally fucking kill you!’”

“I…thank you,” Liam’s shoulders slumped in defeat, “You can go now.”

“Max!” Riley hissed as she drug Max toward the door the woman was headed for, “We have to follow her and see if she’ll tell us-“

“You’re not going anywhere!” Liam’s voice thundered out, freezing her in place, “Stay right there! I’m going to need a word with you!”

“Fuck!” Riley muttered as she watched Liam and Bertrand disappear into the chief’s office, “She’s getting away!”

“I’ll go!” Max offered, hesitating as he waited for her response.

“Yes!” Riley made a shooing motion with her hands, “Go! Get her full name and phone number so I can question her later!”

“On it!” Max scrambled out the door and down the hall after the witness.

Riley sauntered closer to Liam’s desk, her eyes scanning the top of it for any files or notes that might be left lying around in plain sight. Her eyes flicked over to the glass window of Bertrand’s office.

She’d give a lot to be a fly on the wall in there right now.

Her gaze fell back on the paperwork scattering Liam’s desk. There was a manilla file folder labeled, “Hayes”. She glanced quickly around the room. No one was paying any attention to her.

Her fingers tugged the folder out from under the two others and slid it to the edge of the desk. Flipping it open, her eyes scanned the first page quickly. Before she could turn to the next page, she was startled by a voice from behind her, “Can I help you with something?”

Shit!

She jumped guilty and spun around to find an unfamiliar man standing behind her. He had shaggy shoulder-length brown hair, hazel green eyes, and a deadly serious expression on his face. Her eyes dipped to take in the badge clipped on his belt and the gun holstered on his hip.

“I was waiting for Liam- I mean detective Rys, he told me to wait here.” She hoped he couldn’t hear her heart thundering guiltily in her chest.

The detective’s gaze stayed stern as he asked, “Did he tell you to go through his confidential police files?”

“Ah…n-no…I wasn’t…I mean, I didn’t mean to, I just…I was looking for a pen and some paper so I could jot down a few notes.”

“Right.” His eyes narrowed.

“It’s okay, Flynn, Liam did tell her to wait here.” Lilith came to her rescue, handing her a pen and notepad, “Here you go. Why don’t you have a seat right over there.” She pointed to a couch near the wall.

“Thank you,” Riley gave Lilith a grateful smile and slunk away quickly before she got herself arrested.

The hardened homicide detective’s face softened as he turned his attention to the redhead, “I wasn’t trying to be an ass, but she was digging through confidential files!”

“I’m sure she didn’t realize it.”

Flynn threw a dark glance at Riley as he harrumphed before remembering the two cups of coffee in his hands. He thrust one toward Lilith, “Here. I…uh, thought you might like some coffee.”

“Oh! I…”

“Cream with two sugars, right?”

“That’s right! How’d you know?”

Flynn shrugged as he moved to the desk next to Liam’s and busied himself scooting folders around randomly. “That’s how you always take it. I’m a detective. I notice things.”

“Oh, well, thank you.” Lilith dropped her eyes to the cup in her hand as her cheeks flushed.

Riley clocked the interaction with interest and filed it away for future reference. Information was power and you never knew what secrets might come in handy down the road.

Liam shook his head as he faced off with his superior officer, “No. No! There’s no way Leo did this!”

“Liam….I know he’s your brother, but-“

“Look, sir. I know that his background is problematic but-“

“Problematic?” Bertrand snorted, “That’s the understatement of the year!”

“Like I said, I’m aware of his issues but-“

“I just don’t think you can be objective about this case. I’m transferring it to-“

“Sir, with all due respect, I’ve already investigated the scene, deposed the witnesses, coordinated with-“

“Yes, but if your brother is the perpetrator-“

“He’s not!”

“Even if he’s not, he’s at least a suspect and I need someone on this case that will give full and equal consideration to all leads!”

“Okay. How about this? You leave me on the case until and unless Leo becomes the prime suspect! Please, sir! Give me a chance to exonerate him!”

Bertrand pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger as he regarded the earnest detective sitting across from him. He knew that Liam struggled against the same obstacles that he himself struggled against. Namely, a family legacy of corruption.

Liam was assigned to the seventh precinct because Bertrand had been the only chief willing to take a chance on him. Liam was the son of Constantine Rys, the not-quite-disgraced former Sheriff of Lantano County, and younger brother of Leo Rys, a fully disgraced former vice detective in the CCPD.

Bertrand had seen himself in the younger man when he’d agreed to hire him. In contrast to his father and brother, Liam was by the book, conscientious and honorable. Leo though… he lived on the other side of the law now and gave two shits less who knew it.

“Liam,” Bertrand said gently, “I don’t think you see your brother clearly-“

“I do, sir. You don’t know him the way I do!”

“Maybe not, but we both know what he’s capable of, Detective.”

Liam shook his head vehemently, “That was different! He wouldn’t just-“

“And what if he did?” Bertrand snapped, “What if all the evidence points to him?”

Liam glared at his boss for a minute before wilting, “Then I’ll arrest himself, sir. No one is above the law.”

“Right now, everything points to him. We have an eyewitness that puts him at the scene, and multiple witnesses that overheard the very loud, very heated argument just hours before the murder!”

“I have another suspect!” Liam protested, “I was just about to interview the informant!”

Bertrand nodded his head, “Tell you what. I’ll leave you on the case for now, but O’Malley takes the lead. You’ll assist him and I expect hourly updates! Is that understood?”

“Yes! Thank you, sir!”

“And Liam…if it turns out Leo did this, you’ll have to step away.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

Max slid himself onto the black faux leather couch next to Riley.

“Did you get the information?” She whispered.

“Oh yeah,” his grin lit up his whole face, “Her name, her number, her life story, the fact that she has a granddaughter my age who’s single and a dinner date for six o’clock tonight!”

“Six o’clock?”

“She’s old, Riley.”

“Fine. Six it is. I’m impressed, Max! How’d you get her to agree to dinner?”

He shifted uncomfortably, “I agreed to meet her granddaughter. She’s coming to dinner too.”

Riley clapped both hands over her mouth as she tried to repress the giggle that threatened to bubble out of her.

“Yeah, yeah, yuck it up. The shit I do for you…”

“Ah, Max, you love this as much as I do! And who knows? Maybe she’ll be a hottie and you’ll hit it off!”

His shoulders slumped as his eyes tracked across her face, “That’s not very likely.”

“Why not?”

Before he could answer, the door to Bertrand’s office opened and Liam stepped out.

“O’Malley!” Bertrand barked.

Flynn pulled himself away from Lilith and jogged across the room as Liam made his way back to his desk and motioned for Riley and Max to take the chairs across from him.

Liam drew in a deep breath to steady himself before lifting his eyes to Riley, “You said you have a suspect with motive. Who?”

“William Sloan.”

Liam blinked slowly, “William Sloan? The CEO of Sloan Enterprises?”

“That’s the one!” Riley smiled brightly at him.

“What’s the motive?”

Riley glanced around the office then leaned over the desk, “His wife, Katie Sloan might have been sleeping with the victim!”

“Might have been? Based on what evidence?”

“Well, he was concerned enough to hire a private detective to have her followed and she was followed right to a meeting with the murder victim.”

Liam sat up in interest, “When was this meeting? Where did it take place? Who was the private detective?”

“Oh…um…” she slid her eyes sidewise to Max.

Max straighten in his chair as he counted backward in his head, “Five nights ago, at the bar in the lobby of the Savoy Hotel.”

Liam’s gaze swung from Riley to Max in surprise, “Now I know you’re not a private investigator, are you?”

“No, officer, I’m a photographer.”

“So how do you know this and who-“

Riley placed a hand on Max’s chest to forestall any further comments from him, “Max just happened to see them there and he’s reporting it to you, as a good citizen.”

“Uh huh,” Liam leaned back in his chair as he returned his attention to Riley, “And how do you know about William Sloan hiring a PI?”

“I can’t reveal my sources,” She returned his gaze levelly.

“Riley, I’m going to need a little more to go on than your word.”

“Well, I would imagine you can pull security footage from the bar on the night in question.”

“We can and we will. It would be really helpful if you would just tell me the name of this PI.”

With a coy grin, she placed her elbow on his desk and leaned her chin in her hand, “And what do I get out of that deal?”

His mouth went dry as he properly identified the teasing lilt in her tone and the flirty flutter of her eyelashes. This woman was infuriating. She had no right to be so frustrating and alluring at the same damn time. She did things to him that he didn’t like to admit. But she was a reporter and had already proven that he couldn’t trust her. He hated that he knew exactly what it sounded like when she came and that he desperately wanted to hear it again.

Pushing his sudden arousal to the side, he shook his head, “Helping solve a murder? Isn’t that enough?”

“If I go around throwing my sources under the bus, they’ll stop telling me things.”

“Fine,” Liam blew out a frustrated sigh, “Is there anything you can tell me? Do you know the nature of Katie and Trent’s relationship? Was she cheating on her husband with him?”

“I don’t know if she was sleeping with him or not, but Trent and Katie used to be engaged!”

“Did they?”

“Yes, you can look that up. It’s a matter of public record.”

“Oh, I will,” he pushed away from his desk, walked around it, and motioned toward the exit, “Now, unless you have anything else useful to tell me-“

Riley and Max stood, but while Max headed for the exit, Riley turned back to Liam, laying a hand on his arm she lowered her voice, “I hope this is enough to take the suspicion off your brother.”

His face paled, “You heard all that?”

“Enough,” she shrugged, “For what it’s worth, if you say he didn’t do it, that’s good enough for me. I believe you.”

He stared at her hand on his arm for a long moment before lifting his eyes to her. He found nothing but sincerity there as he whispered, “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” she smiled as she dropped her hand away from his arm and turned to go.

“Riley, wait!” He reached for her and spun her back toward him, “Please…don’t print my brother’s name.”

“Liam….I have a duty as an investigative journalist-“

“Please!”

She hesitated. The vulnerability in his eyes and the pleading in his tone conspired to weaken her resolve. “Fine. I won’t print his name for now but once you narrow down a suspect, you tell me first!”

“Riley, you know I can’t-“

She placed her palm flat on his chest, “I’m not asking you to give me confidential information. All I’m asking is that once the information is cleared for release to the press, you slip it to me first!” Because fuck that smug bastard Neville. This was her story and she intended to scoop him on every detail. “Deal?”

Liam’s jaw clenched as he considered her offer. “As long as the information has been cleared through official channels, then fine, I’ll call you before I send it to public relations.”

She gave him that smile again. The one that made him feel like he could climb a mountain for her if she wanted him to. She leaned forward and went up on her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his cheek, “I think this is going to be a very mutually beneficial arrangement, Detective.”

He watched her walk toward the exit, and Max, who was waiting with his hands shoved in his pockets, giving Liam an appraising look.

Max placed his hand on the small of her back as they exited, shooting a glance back at Liam as he did so.

Interesting. Liam was suddenly curious about the nature of her relationship with her photographer. But there was no time to worry about it now. Right now, he had much bigger problems.

Liam’s head was spinning with the information he had just obtained. Far from exonerating his brother, this new piece of evidence could bury him further. Katie Sloan nee Vanderhilt wasn’t just Trenton Haye’s ex-fiancée, she was also his brother’s ex-girlfriend. If Katie Sloan was rekindling old flames, could she have fallen back into Leo’s bed? Pitted one lover against another?

With a sigh of trepidation, he pulled his phone out and dialed, “Leo, it’s Liam. I’m going to need you to come down to the station and answer some questions.”

#trr au #trr au fanfic #writeblr #crime drama #angelasscribbles #Law's End #laws end #cordonia city #maxwell beaumont #liam rys #drake walker #riley brooks #trr fandom #trr fanfic #the royal romance #no canon #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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anies-vocalsynthhcworld · 8 months

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Hatsune Miku's Past (My Headcanon)

Miku has been an only child, she lived in a fine with her parents; Keiichi and Amaya Hatsune, whom she did not stop making proud every day, because Miku is a smartly girl who spent her time reading books every day from an early age, preparing for tests and school exams where she always passed with high califications and helped either in home or away to organize things. Miku was very diligent in what she did, but she let herself be carried away by her personal likes, to a degree that she sees as an obstacle everything that for a person being considers "fun" in that...she also applied the fact that she in those times Miku was not sociable, she barely had time to talk to her parents, relatives and even her teachers. That same thing caused half of her classmates to degrade for always being focused on studying, while others simply felt sorry for Miku for being alone.

With the passing of time, it seemed that Miku was clinging more in her "bubble", she no longer had time to spend time with her relatives and she even complained about simplistic things that confused her, which has led both Keiichi and Amaya to not to be convinced that their daughter lived cordially happily like this. Despite this, not everything was lost for the turquoise-haired girl, in her last year of high school, several teachers have managed to convince her to enter prestigious universities where she would only continue promoting what she does best and of course, knowing what Miku is like, she began to investigate them to find out which one would end up going to...it's a pity that it won't happen in the end...she didn't know that after an event, her life would give an abrupt change in her state of life...

One day, after Miku was on vacation waiting for the day she entered university to come, she was walking down the street while doing the shopping sent by her parents, it seemed that day would be practically calm. Until out of nowhere, after paying attention to a song that she heard while walking, Miku without realizing she began to sing improvisedly and when she realized it, she shut up and continued on her own. But conveniently in the same place where she was, she met the very same executive Master of Crypton Future Media, who managed to hear her singing and was amazed by the young girl's voice, offering to join her as a new Vocaloid singer. However, Miku refused the request, because she believed that being an artist requires a lot of work, pressure, stress and above all, she was not attracted to the world of music, but said man did not give up, begging and insisting until the turquoise-haired girl only accepted it, telling her to give more time to seriously think about whether being a Vocaloid was a good idea.

.・゜♪ ・˗ˋˏ 🜲 ˎˊ˗・ ♪ ゜・.

When Miku got home telling her parents about the accident she had gone, she thought that they would know perfectly well her denial of being in Vocaloid since they knew what her daughter really wanted. Only so that in the end, instead of giving her the answer that Miku wanted, they told her that she should explore other interests and not cling to books and study for the rest of her life. What better way to get her into a gigantic company where she would learn about the music to begin with? Of course, also because since there will surely be more people, it would give Miku a chance to improve her status to socialize. She was shocked to known that her parents did not support her, but it was only in order to find an alternative solution for her daughter for her future as a person, still unconvinced of the idea, she accepted as long as she studied and learned about music it would be a kind of benefit to her vast expanse of knowledge.

The day she arrived as an official Vocaloid, Miku was not very happy about what her new lifestyle would be like, it was something that even her new allies noticed, there was also the fact that she did not collaborate in terms of her duties as a star in full practice. Some time after her admission, both the Master and other Vocaloids did not stop self-proclaiming to take her new lifestyle as a singer seriously, but Miku repeated to their faces that she is only there because of her parents' obligation, when in reality it was to change her way of being so focused and distant from others, knowing this, they did not lose patience and faith in her...At least that was what Miku knew about her existence, little by little she already seemed more focused on her duties within Vocaloid and was more sociable with the rest of her allies, sorry I mean, her friends.

But what really made her change was because one day she started reviewing the web pages about how Vocaloid was doing lately, finding positive comments and reviews about her, seeing how many praised her hidden talent for singing and the success she had was starting to have Vocaloid, thanks to her. That made Miku feel with a new emotion that she couldn't even describe with words, she only received praise for her school grades, but since she now receives them from her fans for her beautiful voice and singing, they motivated her to continue in the plan of being in Vocaloid, and more convinced of which she will do without question...and all of this came to fruition in her first concert...where she received applause and great acclaim from the public. Today, Miku is a more sociable, self-proclaimed in music and not as reserved as before, of course she continues with her characteristic taste for reading and learning, but even so, she was happy to be what she is now, such It seems that her parents were right that she accepted new things instead of forever clinging to her common likes.

Happy Birthday Hatsune Miku 🩵🩵🩵

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singclow · 1 month

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Pequeño trade:

Ward!Sans by @alusniper

Remember by singclow

@soutenir-les-artistes

#dibujo #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #digital artist #undertale oc #undertale au #no canon #not my oc #Remember

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skysanses · 1 year

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In my defense, I was bored at school

anyway I love being a multishipper......

Illusion by @a-v-j

#sky sanses #illusion!sans #hope!sans #ship #no canon #they are so cute

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loslentesdecrouli · 7 months

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//boyfriend against the wall moment... ~

#ineffable husbands #destiel #aziraphale #crowley #dean winchester #castiel #good omens #supernatural #fandom ships #canon #no canon

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tadcccallmyocs · 24 days

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Since I love this ship already and I feel silly

Ey Cathin, What would you do if DoOdLe abstracted?

(no canon [but I wanted a question like this for weeks]

Cathin stop smiling for the first time... she looks around as if she doesn't hear the question and she hang out the call.

#tadc cathin #no canon #But has some lore #tadc oc #tadc original character #tadc ask blog #ask blog #cathin x doodle #redpaint

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anotherrosesthatfell · 3 months

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Look at this gorgeous man-

#two strings of fate #oc #lazy art #my art look childish #😭#his name is #Tamak #avarice and Haruka child 💀#no canon #avarice #nameless angel

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tempo-tales · 4 months

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A 17-year-old trainer was invited to a transfer school in the Unova region. The young girl, accompanied by a shiny Buneary, explores the school's large Terarium in search of points for her academic goals. The young girl could not get out of her head "a certain rumor" that she heard in every corner of the modern establishment, and decides to test if it is real. The young girl arrives at the place where a light breeze is blowing in the

Coastal Terarium. The trainer could smell the tropical breezes and that of various flowers. Buneary was scared of what crazy things her trainer could do, as last time she was almost attacked by an angry Salamance for challenging it and they managed to escape.

The trainer decides to take the challenge her way, pulling out her guitar and adjusting the strings. She clears her throat and begins to play.

The music the trainer played was one that her mother taught her when she learned to sing as a child and her mother said that the melody and score was taught to her by a foreign musician who bought roses from her flower shop. The young girl loved that music and played it so many times until she memorized it along with the lyrics.

The trainer began to sing, with her soprano voice and also danced lightly to the rhythm of the song. The pink and brown furred Buneary began to notice a strange feeling in the air, seeing everything suddenly sepia colored and the wind was blowing slightly around them. During the while, Buneary notices another voice singing along with her trainer and the little creature searches with her gaze without moving away from the girl, and finds the singer. This singer turns out to be a pokémon that is also dancing to the rhythm of the song with delicate steps and both singers did not realize until the rabbit pokémon warns her trainer and she is amazed to see that the rumor was successful, and that it was also a pokémon out of the ordinary. Immediately, the trainer and pokémon face the Melody pokémon and after being weakened, it is captured in a Heal ball. Finally, the trainer and student captures Meloetta, her new mystical pokémon.

#no canon

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marcosvargas97 · 4 months

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[ESP] Basado en una vieja idea y una bella canción hice este dibujo, uno de como se vería mi personaje Ana si fuera una reina. Este dibujo no es canon. [ENG] Based on an old idea and a beautiful song i made this drawing, one that shows how my character Ana would look if she was a queen. This drawing is not canon.

#marcosvargas97 #oc #no canon

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 2 years

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Make Love By The Fire

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Have not seen tuwomt yet so what is canon?, title kind of gives away half of the warnings, Javi calling reader Princess, so much tooth rotting fluff, reader sits in Javi’s lap, oral (female receiving), smutty times, p in v sex, unprotected sex, I think that’s all

Word Count: 1,551

Summary: Javi buys Reader a place in the mountains of Switzerland

Author’s Notes: As I said in the warnings I have yet to see tuwomt (by the time this goes up I would have) so there is no canon. I made up how I feel he would be with someone but I knew I had to do a fic with this man if it’s just this one. Inspiration came from many places for this one including: House Comes with a Bird, TUWOMT, and the book series ACOTAR. Big thanks to @clint-aww-no-barton. I hope you all enjoy!! I also tagged people from the last Jack fic I wrote so hopefully that’s okay.

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The view in front of you was breathtaking. You had barley been able to look away from it since you arrived. The wind was brutally cold but you couldn’t muster the energy to care too much. You took a small sip from the coffee cup that warmed your hands. You smiled in complete amazement, that the man you loved had done this just for you.

Javi Gutiérrez had swept you off your feet over a year ago and it had been the most incredible adventure. The man was used to sun and heat, but you had mentioned a few times how badly you loved the mountains and wanted to visit Switzerland. He had surprised you two days ago with a cabin in the snowy mountains of Zermatt. You couldn’t believe he had done it. The man had proven long ago, he would go above and beyond for you, even though you had fairly simple tastes. What shocked you most is that he'd come along, and never once complained about how cold it was.

The sun was setting behind the mountains and the town below was coming to life with light, music, people bustling about and you smiled to yourself. You had ventured out, hand in hand with Javi the first day to explore, but tonight you wanted to just stay in and enjoy your lover. You turned and opened the sliding door, stepping back inside to the fire heated room. Javi was sitting by it, sipping on some alcoholic beverage and you smiled to yourself. He turned to you finally and gave you a smile, his head cocking slightly.

“What is it my lover?” He spoke softly, reaching his arm out to you.

You slid into his lap and smiled down at him, letting your fingers comb through his brown curls.

“Nothing. You just amaze me and I appreciate all this,” you looked around the room as you motioned to it.

“I would do anything for you Princess,” he smirked and pulled you down to his lips.

You sighed against his lips, deepening the kiss in seconds. You wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around this man and make love to him all night.

“I know you would,” you sighed softly as you reluctantly pulled away from him.

Your eyes searched his until you finally you broke your stare, taking in the great-room again. Your eyes fell on the rug in front of the fire. It was incredibly fluffy and looked so so soft.

“You know I think they put that rug there for a reason,” you smirked, the idea coming alive in your mind as you looked back at Javi.

“Ahhh they did huh?” Javi chuckled but he seemed to know where you were going.

“Mmmhm,” you spoke as you kept his eyes connected to yours, his fingers easing up your sweater and brushing at your bare hip.

“Tell me what reason Princess,” his voice was just a whisper.

“For lovers to make love in front of the fire.”

“Then let’s indulge then. It is your rug now, after all,” he nestled his nose into your neck and then sat his drink aside.

He picked you up and you let out a yelp, then giggled. You reached down, holding on to him tightly and placed your coffee mug next to his drink. He was careful and skillful, getting you to the ground on top of the rug and laying you out before him. You spread your legs and he stationed himself between them, his lips gently coming down to connect with yours. You melted, letting out a soft moan against his lips as you threaded your fingers into his hair.

“You are wearing far too many clothes, Princess,” he mumbled, as his lips parted from yours and started to wander.

“Then get rid of them,” you whimpered, laying your head back and enjoying his touch.

He let out a chuckle as he pushed your shirt up, before stripping out of his without looking away from you. You sat up just enough for him to remove it, before skillfully removing your bra and letting it join your shirt.

“Mmmm,” he marveled as he stopped, staring down at your now bare chest. “I do enjoy these.”

His lips fell to your nipple and you let out a moan at the feeling. He released it and you whimpered before he kneaded at both breasts roughly. You let out a gasp and watched him before bucking your hips up into him.

“Patience, Princess,” he smirked giving you a side glance before his lips kissed the skin between your breasts and began slowly making their way down.

He peppered kissed along the top of your pants before he hooked his fingers and pulled them, along with your underwear, down. You lifted your hips and in seconds you were bare for your man. The fire next to you was no match to the heat he brought out in you.

“Now you’re wearing too many clothes,” you mumbled looking down at him as he hooked your legs over his arms.

“I promise once I enjoy the taste of you I’ll remove them all,” he smirked and dug in.

You threw your head back, a moan falling from your lips and your fingers tangled in his hair once again.

“Fuck Javi!!” You moaned loudly.

You were a mess under him and completely at his mercy. You bucked and Javi answered with flattening his hands on your hips to hold you down. You let out a whimper arching your back as much as you could.

“Javi, please stop,” you panted looking, your eyes pleading as much as your voice.

“Why would I ever do such a thing?” He pulled away from you, just enough that his breath fanned across you and made you whimper.

“I don’t want to cum yet. I want you inside me,” you pulled at him and he was up your body in seconds.

“I can’t deny you that, Princess.”

He smirked and sat up and you followed. You helped him remove his clothes a lot quicker than he had yours, and you pressed your lips back to his in a hungry needy kiss. He had you back down against the rug in seconds. He brushed his fingers against your clit pulling a moan from you, causing your lips to fall from his. He watched your face carefully as he slowly entered you filling you to the hilt. Your mouth gaped open and your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him. He stilled for a moment letting you adjust to him.

“Javi move,” you whimpered and he did.

His thrusts were gentle but quick. You could feel his eyes watching you, taking in your reactions as you moaned and spoke his name like a prayer. Your eyes opened slightly too blissed out to fully open them and you met his eyes.

“So beautiful and you take me so well princess.”

“You feel so good Javi,” you moaned out, reaching up to clutch at his arms.

You gave him a pleading look and his thrusts picked up slightly, not too rough, but you knew you were going to tumble off the edge in moments. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him down to you, touching every inch you could. Then without warning you snapped. His lips left yours when you threw your head back, a loud moan echoing around the room as you came apart around him, clutching at him with your walls. He let out a groan and tensed seconds later releasing himself inside of you. You slumped onto the rug under you panting and a complete mess.

“I swear each time we do that it feels like the first time,” he mumbled as he peppered feather light kisses across your face, neck and chest.

You couldn’t even speak, still trying to bring yourself back to earth. He pulled out of you and the both of you whimpered but he didn’t move from his spot.

“Princess?” His fingers brushed at hair that stuck to your sweet streaked face.

Your eyes were still closed and you finally willed them open to look up at you.

“There she is,” he whispered and you both smiled as he kissed your brow.

He finally moved from over you, settling next to you, situating himself on his side his back to the fire. You stayed on your back for a moment watching him before turning to your side facing him. A comfortable silence lay between the two of you, nothing but the crackle of the fire could be heard.

“I’m still shocked you got us a place here.”

“Why is that?”

“You hate the cold Javi.”

“Ahh yes, but I do love you and I want to make you happy.”

His words touched you deeply and you smiled, realizing it was true.

“I love you too Javi but you alone make me happy. The fancy stuff doesn’t matter to me, even though I do appreciate it all.”

You looked into his eyes and you gave him a soft smile, his fingers brushed at your hair again. Then his lips found yours and in seconds he was hovering back over you. The crackle of the fire mixed with your moans was nothing but music to his ears.

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