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The Cure for Virginity

Robert Laing x fem! Reader Oneshot

Summary: Charlotte thinks you have been a virgin for too long. You should take advantage of a certain fellow tenant at the High-Rise, she says. The best amenity in the building- Doctor Robert Laing.

Word Count: 8K

Warnings: 18+, SMUT Y'ALL (First Time, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, Doctor kink, Virginity kink, dirty talk), Cursing, Mentions of drinking, and loss, Richard Wilder being a prick. But some moments of fluff and romance.

A/N: My first time (heh) ever writing for High-Rise! I hope you guys like it! Comments, Reblogs, Private Messages, and asks about my work are always appreciated!!

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"You should be adding on the vows of poverty and obedience!"

“I’m not a nun, Charlotte!” you shot back.

“At this point, you might be!”

You huffed as you kicked your feet in the water of the pool. It was packed with people that afternoon. It was one of the new joys of the place. Even the janitors glided by to clean the floors with mops on their shoes as if they were skates, smiling.

You were getting to know the residents one by one. So far, you had befriended some of the women. Like sweet, quiet Helen with her soft brown hair and a baby bump that was overdue. Helen sat on a chair. She read a magazine as her kids played Marco Polo in the pool. And Charlotte- tall, slender, with dark hair and always a laugh in her smile. But now, the laugh was at you as she waded through the waters.

“Please shut up, we’re in a public space! There are kids everywhere! Can we discuss the sale on baked goods they have in the grocery store here instead?” you begged.

“They might as well learn! Gave Toby the Talk when he was five!” Charlotte shot back.

“Uh-Uhm- anyone watch any good shows on the television lately?” you then changed desperately.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. She shook the water from her ears, her beautiful black hair covered by a white swimming cap. She went up to the pool’s edge and folded her arms over it, resting her chin on them.

“This place has everything for you, Y/N- A grocery store, a spa, a school, a gym, and even a sex life if you want…” she continued.

You splashed the water on her face, and she laughed as she held her arms up in defense.

“But the thing is…I know someone for you. Someone more than able to take care of it…” Charlotte began.

“I’m pretty sure any average penis can do the job! And why do you care so much? It’s a personal choice about my body- none of your beeswax!” you retorted.

She raised one of her eyebrows as she swam to you.

“Not even oral?” she asked.

She would not be silenced by a refusal. You leaned in.

“No!” you whispered.

She pulled herself to the edge. Water splashed as she emerged to sit on the edge next to you.

“Y/N, I have a tip for you- two words!” she said.

She held up a fist and uncurled two fingers with the first and last names.

“Robert Laing.”

“Oh my god, you’re setting me up?” you sighed.

She shrugged.

“Why not? His tongue reached places I never thought it could!” she recalled.

Your jaw dropped.

“Are you seriously setting me up with your boyfriend?!” you cried, leaning forward.

“No! He’s not…” she answered.

“So, he’s your ex…you’re setting me up with your ex!?” you questioned.

“It was a fling- long over now. We’ve moved on. But we’re on good terms! All the women love him for a reason- he’s incredible! You’re going to lose it once, Sister Y/N, it might as well be someone who knows how to do the job. Listen to me-“

She pointed up to the above floors.

“Men have the brothel. Women have Laing.”

She flipped her legs up and walked over to the chairs.

“What do you think, Helen?!” she prodded.

You looked over to see Helen as she reclined on the pool chair. She tipped her lovely face from her magazine.

“Of Robert Laing?” she asked.

“Yeah-in bed!” Charlotte asked.

“Incredible! Nothing like it!!” Helen agreed.

Are you kidding me? Oh god- this place has a gigolo! you thought.

You forced your jaw to shut. High-Rise life wasn’t like normal life. It was a culture shock for you. Here, any proper rules about what was good or bad were out the window. People lived as they wanted and did what they wanted. There was no consequence. Each night, in the middle of the Twentieth floor, you could hear giggles and laughter. You passed people groaning and screaming with sex from their rooms. If not in the halls. The loud music from the constant partying was everywhere the second it was dark. You even heard housewives discussing what drugs they inhaled as they carried brown grocery bags.

“He’s a Shy boy. At First. But if you're alone with him in a bedroom…well, it’s a different man. But it’s not so intense that your first time with him would be too much. Unless you want to try anal,” Charlotte informed you.

You shot a look at Charlotte. Kids ran around the pool and tried to cartwheel into the water by you.

But Helen nodded and smiled. She spoke with the cherubic cheerfulness of a Disney princess.

“Oh yes, even anal with Robert is fantastic!” ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Besides, you had more pressing matters. There was a party that Royal’s wife, Ann, invited you to. A full 18th-century style ball complete with costumes! And what luck that she had costumes in your size available to rent!

Your gown was a lighter color- a creamy white, right in a shade that flattered you. Every guest was dressed in white or cream in their Rococo attire, like you. Your stays loosened now that they adjusted to your body. There were peals and beading on the bodice. Your large skirt swished as you moved, enjoying a fresh glass of champagne in hand.

You went by to try and make small talk when you felt something hit your skirt and on the ground. It was a bottle of wine. Fallen to the floor. A baritone voice behind you muttered “shit!”

Your stays prevented you from slouching, you squatted down to get it. You saw a long, elegant hand also reach for it. You looked up to see a young man who was not in 18th-century wear but a modern suit. In the black jacket and pants. He stuck out like a sore thumb against all the white of the guests.

But Holy Crap he was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes, a soft crop of hair a color between blonde and red, and his suit held a tall, lean frame.

“Oh- I’m so sorry! Did I get your dress?” he asked.

You both got up. Your stomach flipping, you felt self-conscious. The cut of the gown and the stays were better than any push-up bra. It was bumping up your cleavage. You felt his eyes flutter down there and then jolt back up. Your hands clasped and you brought them up to your neck in both surprise and a surge of modesty.

“No, you didn’t at all!” you insisted.

You glanced at the bottle of Riesling he had- you liked that flavor. You enjoyed getting it from many an evening at the grocery store. Especially when your bank account was low. It was affordable, crisp, and delicious.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

You gave him your name. He reached his hand with a smile.

“I’m Laing. Doctor Robert Laing.”

Doctor Robert Laing? That Doctor Laing?! The gigolo!? That was who the ladies were discussing?! You thought.

You stared at him, adrenaline coursing through you.

“Oh! Doctor Laing! I heard of you,” you replied out loud.

You didn’t need to tell him the context though. You offered your hand and offered it for him to shake.

“Good things, I hope!” he added with a wink that made your heart stop.

He accepted your hand, his hands felt ice cold, but soft.

“And how do you know Royal? He wouldn’t invite you if you didn’t know him,” Robert asked.

“Not well. I do see his wife around. Got to chat with her. We wound up getting along. She invited me here. She insisted I go out and get to know the people here…moved in two weeks ago,” you explained.

“Guess I’m still new here too-Month and a half!” Robert chatted.

“What room?” you asked.

“2505,” he answered.

You got to about talking where you came from as he began to light a limp cigarette, puffing at it lightly. He was very polite. His eyes were on you, listening more than talking. You discussed what you thought of the High-Rise. If you have been to the spa yet. Who you met. You then discussed the music playing at the party. You told him the orchestra was playing ABBA. One of your favorite bands!

“Y/N, that glass is already empty- could I fetch you another drink?” he offered.

“Sure thing!”

Right as Robert turned to get your drink, a burly, bearded man in costume blocked him.

“Hey there, dickhead- this is a themed party!” he declared.

Robert Laing could hardly say a word before the brute half-picked him up, dragging him off. He held onto the Doctor’s collar like a cat carrying a kitten. Guests seeing him pass by snickered at Robert’s modern attire. But you followed.

“Hey! Put him down! He didn’t do anything!” you tried to protest.

You beat your fists at Jerkass’s arm, but he swiped you away. He ignored you as he grabbed the wine bottle from Robert’s hand. He tossed the handsome doctor into the elevator roughly. Then pushed the button for it to close.

The Doctor locked eyes with you as the doors slid shut and he vanished. His face looked sad and scared. Far from the swaggering sex maniac you heard of. “Cheap bastard” the Jerkass cursed at the bottle before tossing it on the white fur rug.

Royal’s dog, a white German Shepherd with a bow tie, approached the bottle to sniff it. You bent your knees and picked it up. Yes, it was a cheap brand. But it tasted good. And Robert was trying to be a good guest.

You hid the bottle behind your back until you snuck into the bedroom. The bed was piled with the coats and purses of the guests. You planted it in your large purse by the pillows amongst everyone’s things. Then you turned back to enjoy the party. After an hour, you left, saying you had work early tomorrow. You got your purse and punched the lift to the Twenty-Fifth Floor.

You went to room 2505 and knocked. Robert opened, bewildered. A strand of his hair had flown out and he lacked his jacket. Not that it detracted his looks, not at all.

“Here- your wine,” you offered.

You pulled the bottle from your purse and handed it to him.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he answered.

“Are you okay-You look like you’ve been in a fight!” you asked.

He let out a deep sigh, pressing a hand to his head.

“No- lift broke for a bit,” he explained.

“Oh, that’s miserable! As if being kicked out wasn’t bad enough!” you commented.

He looked down at the bottle. He turned to put it on a chair and then returned to you, leaning closer against the doorframe.

“You seemed to be happy there. I’m sorry I had to make you leave,” he apologized.

“It’s alright. I came to wear this costume. Nothing more.” you added, giving the skirt a swish with your hand.

He leaned a little closer.

“You do look beautiful in it,” he complimented.

Lightning struck you. The edges of your vision had stars and you tried to even process if what you heard was real. He took a step aside, gesturing to his flat.

“But that wine…it’s not as good to drink alone. How about…how about we split it?” he offered.

You froze where you were. Your breath stopped, becoming a lump in the middle of your throat. Your hands turned sweaty.

“I don’t have any food in my stomach for that much booze…” you answered.

His eyebrows lowered, yet there was an honesty in his eyes. Even innocence. No guile to have his way with you. Not like Helen’s husband, Wilder. Wilder would charge at you. Making offers of his bed or the nearest surface. Not caring when you said no. You’d slap him and flee before he could grab you.

The soft way Robert looked at you suddenly made you panic with regret. The words flew out of you like a burp.

“Serve it with dinner and I’ll call it a deal!” you blurted.

Shit, Shit, shit, what the fuck was I thinking? you thought.

Your pulse raced. That was too forward, too bold. But then he nodded.

“Alright. I’ll make it. You don’t have to provide a thing.”

Time stopped. You could hardly believe it.

“Then it’s settled. Are you free tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yes,” Robert confirmed.

“What time?” you asked.

“Let’s say Seven.”

“It’s done. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.”

He smiled at you.

“I look forward to it,” he answered.

You said your goodbyes. The second you got back to your flat, you threw yourself onto the couch in a pile of white silk of your dress. You put a pillow to your face and screamed into it, kicking your legs in giddy joy. Your maturity level descending.

A date! A date! I have a date! I asked a hot guy out! And he said yes!!!! Oh my god, oh my god, how am I even going to sleep tonight??? ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

The next day, you were out of coffee and bread and headed down to the grocery store. But who should also be there, wheeling a cart, but Helen. She waved at you, gesturing to you to come near her.

“What’s up, Y/N- there’s a look on your face! Was Royal’s fun?” she asked.

“Helen-I met Laing last night,” you reported.

She gasped and then smiled.

“See- lovely fellow! And a looker too, isn’t he?” she teased.

You looked down at your hands on the grocery cart with a smile that confirmed- Yes, he was handsome. Helen kept giggling, a blush on her cheeks. Then you returned up at her, an idea making you frown.

“And are you sure he’s available? I don’t want to make some poor woman miserable, even by accident!” you asked.

“Yes- not committed to anybody…he’s been around. But no attachments. If there was, I’d know!” she confirmed.

Your carts paused in the cereal aisle. You took a deep breath.

“I’m having dinner with him tonight” you announced.

“What! That’s wonderful! You did the work for us!” she chirruped, clapping her hands together.

“What do you mean ‘work’?” you prodded.

“Charlotte and I had a chat, and we had a plan- we were going to set you up with him. I’d go to you and tell you everything about him. Charlotte would go to Robert’s and sing every bit of your praises. Then you’d both agree to meet up or exchange phone numbers!”

You gave a smile and shrugged.

“Thank you-I appreciate the thought! But I’m able to find my own men and set up my own dates of course!” you replied.

You pushed your carts to a corner to talk. You then explained how you met him and the party. Returning the wine bottle and everything.

“He’s even going to cook- isn’t that thoughtful?!” she commented.

“I’m just nervous about it. Dates make me nervous,” you confided.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Helen comforted.

A lady passed by with sunglasses over her eyes and a bold shade of lipstick. Passerby’s from the aisles asked for her autograph. She half-smiled and signed notepads with a flourish. The dog in her cart leaned his nose close at them to get a whiff, wagging his tail.

“Think of this- you’ll have a lovely dinner at minimum. And at maximum- you won’t be walking when I see you tomorrow,” she reasoned, raising a hand to rub her pregnant belly.

You felt your entire face get hot with embarrassment.

“I’m not the type to kiss on the first date, much less shag! It’s only a dinner-not a wedding night! But I’ll let you know how it goes. So don’t get your hopes up! And Helen, And that goes for Charlotte too! I know you’ll tell her!” you insisted.

Both of you wheeled your carts to get in the long line for the cashier.

“But I still have to…impress him,” you blubbered. Could you even live up to the other women here?

Helen rubbed your back, “If he didn’t like you, he’d say no. Y/N, you know he’s nice! Just wear your best dress-that should make you feel confident!”

You let out a deep exhale. Your carts moved forward in the line.

“Part of me is tempted to cancel. Save myself the embarrassment. Or the heartbreak,” you confessed.

Helen leaned into you.

“Charlotte says he sunbathes in the afternoons. Naked. Get to her place and look down if you want a peek at what to look forward to. That might convince you to go forward.” ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Holy shit, this can’t be real. I can’t be doing this, you thought.

Your heart was racing, your finger shaking as you pressed the button to go to the Twenty-Fifth floor. Up it went, up, up, up. You could chicken out and run away, but no- that was being a coward. Didn’t you want this in the first place? Hell, you were the one who flat-out asked him!

What if it all went wrong? What if then he hated you? What if you hated him? Yes, he was incredibly handsome but handsome men could be total pricks. Wilder was as handsome as they come. But the man was a slimy, creepy rat bastard you wanted to shove off the highest balcony. If only Helen would divorce his sorry ass by now. She didn’t deserve him. But what if Wilder was a sweet guy back then? What if when Helen began dating him, he wasn’t like that? People change. What if Robert seemed okay at first and then turned into an asshole who broke your heart or hurt you? What then?

But all that was for later. Now was now.

It’s a free dinner, at least you thought remembering Helen’s words.

Taking a deep breath, the elevator dinged, and you stepped out to the hall.

You checked a hand mirror in your pocket to make sure your makeup was right, and that there weren’t any noticeable stains in your teeth. Your dress was blush pink, showing your shoulders and snug on your body with a flared skirt. Pink, how ironic- that mix of innocent white and passionate red. You had jewelry and earrings complete with heels. The heating broke throughout for a few hours, and you wore a coat over your dress from the chill of the building.

There it was, checking the notepad you had in your pocket and then double-checking, it was the right room- 2505. You entered, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

You knocked on the door and saw him. Your body froze at the sight of him. If this was real. If he was real. He was in a white dress shirt with a grey jacket and black tie. So simple, but so becoming. His eyes were soft when they looked at you, like the gaze of a doe. This couldn’t be the wild sex maniac the women of the High-Rise gossiped about. The man they went to for sex as they went to the spa for massages. Or was he?

“Hello, Robert….” You greeted.

He opened it.

“Please…come in…can I take your coat?”

“Yes…”

You sucked in the air when you felt him behind you, his hands raised up. Taking your coat. They were gentle as they brushed against your shoulders. You felt his eyes drink you in from behind. Seeing your dress. Seeing the outline of your body. But you did not raise an arm or hand to cover yourself, you let him look. He walked over and put the coat over a hook on the wall.

“Welcome, Y/N. You look lovely again. Make yourself at home,” he greeted with a smile.

Your chest fluttered as you mumbled a “thank you.”

You noticed the room- one wall had a tiny square of grey paint on it. But the other walls were tall and brown with rectangular columns- sleek and modern. A few boxes were in the back. There was a photo pinned to one wall of him in a casual shirt smiling and hugging a young woman. You thought you glimpsed a bed in one corner and promptly turned your head away to ignore it. Near the dinner table was a sliding glass door to a balcony like every house as the sun had finally set and it darkened to nighttime. The room was lit a little low- not garishly bright. But not too dark.

You saw him in his lovely suit and his tie. You smiled at him.

“Thank you so much, Robert. The place looks wonderful,” you complimented.

He gallantly pulled out the chair at the table for you. You made a smile too big for your face and your stomach fluttered. Robert made his way to the other end. There was the Riesling along with a small salad bowl and a meal.

“Well, what brought you here?” you asked.

Robert’s hand froze, fork in mid-air.

“It was my…my sister,” he answered.

“She invited you?”

“No, she died…” he replied.

This man at the party held himself like a demigod, a touch of the divine within him. But at the mention of his sister, here you were with the mortal half.

“Oh, Robert…that’s awful…” you said.

He began to blink. He then reached into his pocket, lit a cigarette with shaking hands, and began to smoke. His hands were still shaking after a several puffs with the cigarette. You saw a tear in the duct of his eye. You got up, went to your coat pockets, retrieved tissues, and hurried over to give him one.

“Here…here…” you said.

You heard sniffs. You then handed him a glass of water from the kitchen, and he began to gulp it up. His eyes were puffy with quiet tears. He then glanced at the photo.

“We were close. And she was the nicest, most genuine person you could imagine. She had a full life…but not a long one…” he continued.

“Robert, that’s still a tragedy…and you should grieve how you want….” You comforted, leaning closer to him.

Looking down at your hands, you saw they fidgeted. Glancing around the room, you wondered if now the right time was to even have this dinner. You retreated two steps from him.

“Do you need some space? I can go back to-”

“No! No- please! Please stay…” Robert pleaded, leaning forward in his chair, a hand up to stop you.

“Alright, I will.”

You returned to the chair and sat down.

“Sometimes, I’m over her. I think I’ve stopped crying…then it hits me…I’m sorry, Y/N, you weren’t expecting a crying mess….” He confided.

“I’m pretty sure losing a beloved sibling would make any person into a crying mess…” you reasoned.

He then looked at the dinner…

“We should start. The food might get cold,” he reasoned.

You sat down and began with the rolls in a basket on the table.

“So, tell me…tell me more about your job! I know you’re a doctor,” you queried.

“Well, I’m a physiologist. And a professor…” he said.

As he dug into the salad, his shoulders began to lower. His lips curled to a small smile as he looked at you.

“Not just a medical doctor? That’s impressive. That requires lots of studying to get approved!” you praised, nodding your head.

“I teach physiology to medical students in training. How to do autopsies. One poor chap flat out fainted once in the middle last month.”

“Well, can’t blame him! I see too much gore in a horror movie, and I have to cover my eyes!” you commented.

“It’s the human body! It’s fascinating!” he said, gesticulating with his hands.

He grinned wider and set the cigarette on an ashtray on the table. The salad and main course and side dishes vanished. Time passed easily talking to him. One topic you discussed excitedly so much that you had to freeze your hands from knocking over the Riesling bottle placed next to you. He lit a new one, and began to absent-mindedly smoke, but kept his eyes on you. You sipped on your glass and realized he had finished this.

“Oh, the bottle…it’s on the other side,” he commented.

“Here, let me bring it over. Would you like me to pour it for you?” you offered.

“Yes…”

You went over and poured the glass. He picked up the cigarette, the smoke curling up to twist and melt into the air. Then he looked at you with reverence above him. It was a nice picture. Domestic even. Your gaze met his and you pulled up the wine bottle before you could overflow his glass by accident.

Feminism was leaving your mind like filtering sand each second you laid eyes on him. Could you see yourself as his wife already? Was it too soon?

You could see yourself waking up next to him. Fixing him coffee in the morning. Adjusting his tie before he went to work, asking for him to tell you every bit of it as you gave him a demure kiss on the cheek. When it came to the time, he would be back home, you’d dress up with lipstick, skirts, pearls, and perfume just like now. You would have dinner prepared on the table or a hot bath too for good measure. He would enter and greet you with one of the smiles that made you flutter and a deeper kiss than that in the morning. You would pour him a drink when he came in. He’d praise the dinner but then look at you. Saying he’d rather devour you. Then pick you up. Carry you to the kitchen countertop. Shove away the leftover ingredients. He’d make hickeys across your pearl-draped neck. Then he'd push you to lie down on it. He’d lift your skirt, drop his pants and fuck you senselessly on the countertop until….

The footsteps of people out in the hall snapped you back. You felt your entire body clench, arousal already soaking your panties. A pit in your stomach with the food. You made yourself swallow the fantasy out. That was for later. You had to be present. Your body felt hot like it had a fever. Returning to your seat, you poured yourself another sip of Riesling. Grateful that he chilled it. Robert turned his head to the outside balcony, gesturing to it.

“Ah- look outside! It’s beautiful tonight! Sometimes I can hear the crickets…or see the stars,” he suggested.

The two of you went out to the balcony and looked up and out. You saw some stars, whatever wasn’t blocked by the fog of London nearby. Crickets chirruped from below. Both of you admired it for a few minutes.

He turned to you, flicking his cigarette off the end. It was like a tiny, red star before blinking into nothing. As if it dissolved into the night air before hitting the pavement.

“Y/N, thank you for earlier…and for returning the bottle…” he said with a smile.

“You’re welcome. They were dicks to you. And it’s a good wine. And thanks for opening up about your sister-I think there are half-off roses at the store. I’ll send some to you in her honor, just tell me a color…” you offered.

“I should be the one getting you flowers. I had work and had to cook the food- ran out of time,” he explained.

“Well, I’m not the one who needs it!” you quipped.

He chuckled warmly. You realized he was leaning closer. And you could pick up his scent- cigarette smoke and cologne mixed up in the drink that was Doctor Robert Laing. His eyes hypnotized you. His face, smooth and handsome, transfixed you. You felt his hands on your waist. You felt him lifting you up, sitting you down on hard brick and mortar. But your gaze never left his. You looked down and he up.

“Robert, I…” you began.

But the words stopped. Your thoughts stopped.

His eyes went to your lips. Then he touched your cheek. That cold, soft hand. He began to lean forward.

Oh God, Oh god, oh god, ShitFuckShitFuck, it was about to happen! You thought in a thrilled panic.

Before you could close your eyes and seal the kiss, you felt a gust of cold wind on your back. You were so transfixed by him that you didn’t register where he put you. Blinking and then turning around, you saw he had set you to sit on the balcony. Right over the twenty-five floors below to the hard concrete. A push of his arms and you were a goner.

You let out a scream.

You wrapped your arms around him. You clung onto him like a koala and buried your face into his neck.

“Robert! Please!” you cried.

You could feel his smile, but he wrapped his arms around you. His hands were on your back, supporting you, keeping you safe.

“Okay- it’s okay, I got you,” he assured.

“Take me off- now!” you insisted.

He wrapped his arms around you, picking you up like you were as light as a toy doll and setting you down. He wiped his hands on his sides.

“I’m so sorry. Some of the women liked that. I should have asked,” he apologized.

“It’s okay-you got me off!” you assured him.

“Here, I know what’ll make you feel better. I brought my records with me…would you like to hear one?” he asked.

You nodded. He brought out a box. There was such a wide variety that he collected. He insisted on not sticking religiously to one genre. Good music was good music. He offered you your choice of albums. You selected one of the old-school crooners from the fifties. He set it on and began to play it. The album started as you both sat there, listening. The music melting your adrenaline from the balcony. You turned and felt him look at you. He then offered an open hand.

“Can we…can we dance?” he offered.

“Yes.”

You felt him pull you up. You felt him take one hand in your other and you felt him reach an arm around your waist to your back. You both moved. It wasn’t as much dancing as it was gentle swaying. But he was so graceful, so soothing you didn’t care.

“Robert, why did you say yes to dinner?” you asked.

“I’ve been lonely here, Y/N. I wanted company. And after that party, I wanted your company…you made this lonely man feel a little less lonely in this place here.” he explained.

The crooner’s voice went up to end the song and a new one began.

“Your hands…they’re cold. Doctor’s hands are always cold,” you commented.

“Then here,” he offered.

Robert put one hand to his face, letting out an exhale. on the palm. Then he rubbed it on his pants. The friction creating more heat. Then he grasped your hand again.

“No cold hands, no?” he asked.

“Much better,” you nodded.

“Y/N, would you like to learn something medical?” he asked, continuing to sway with you.

“Yes.”

“You can feel the pulse in various places in the body, yes, but that includes your stomach. And that’s for a certain kind of pulse- PMI. Point of Maximum Impulse,” he explained.

“Where is it on me?” you asked.

“Well, can I touch you with my cold doctor's hands?” he quipped.

“Yes,” you answered with a giggle.

He lowered his hand to press the flesh gently beneath your left breast, and between rib bones. You inhaled sharply at his touch.

“There. That’s the PMI- one of the strongest beats from your heart. You can guess certain heart diseases feeling it,” he taught.

“And what can you tell about my pulse, Doctor Laing?” you asked.

His cheeks became pink at the word.

“That it’s…it’s racing…very fast.”

“And why does the heartbeat race? You’re the expert,” you teased.

“Anxiety or danger… but also excitement…”

“What about yours? How is your pulse?” you asked.

“Here…why don’t you tell me yourself…” he offered, smiling back.

You lifted your hand from his and placed it on the left side of his chest, over his grey jacket. You could feel it starting to race.

“It’s going fast too…” he whispered.

“From anxiety, danger…or excitement…”

“Yes…”

Robert then leaned forward, his nose grazing yours. An inch before, almost seeking permission. You gazed at each other’s eyes and then lips.

And finally, they touched sealing into a kiss. You felt him press you tight- an embrace you would never want him to release from. He held onto you. The music swelled- it was now a romantic ballad. He let go.

“I had a good night tonight,” Robert told you.

“I did too…”

His hand dropped to touch the side of your face. He kissed more and more. He pushed his tongue in, and you made a noise at the feel. Only to kiss him more. You felt his hand on your lower back press you closer. Your hips were connecting. Arousal soaked you down below. But even more this time. This time it was real. The friction made you chilled, hypnotized. Nothing, no one else mattered- except him.

“I…I don’t want it to end now….” He confessed.

He kissed you, but then you realized he had guided you right into the column before the kitchen, and he was pawing at your clothes, looking for the zipper in your back. Your mind then went blank in surprise.

“Robert- wait! Please, wait!” you pleaded breathily, putting a hand on his chest to stop.

He paused. His arms fell. A strand of hair was loose and his lips were bright pink.

“Did the ladies tell you about me?” you asked.

“No,” he reported.

“I know you’re experienced but I never…never did this before, Robert…” you explained.

“Oh...alright…” he nodded.

No comments. No words of lack of surprise nor total surprise. No laughter and no judgment. No teasing. He only accepted it as a fact, like the earth was round.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away. I got excited. I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot- but I’ll stop,” He apologized.

He took a few steps back.

Yet the look of him made you light-headed with lust. All yours if only for this night. The raving reviews of the women taunted your mind. And the creeping, slivering desire you felt for Robert Laing overwhelmed you. You realized you didn’t want to call it a night and return home. It was the first step of a steep hike. The view from above would be worth each nerve-wracking step. And that he felt for you…

Your heart was racing out of control. Your head was clear despite the wine, the pooling in your body was urging at you, telling you. It's time. You're ready. And you know it. You want this. You want him.

“I told you to wait… not to stop. Not completely. I trust you. I want this. And I want it to be you…” you directed.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied, stepping forward.

You slide a hand behind his head, through his hair. He kissed you further, deeper. You moaned into it.

“The bed. If it’s the first time, you need the bed…” he whispered.

You would let him have you anywhere, but you still smiled. He led you over there to that bed. He laid you down.

“Look at you in that dress, it made me want to ruin you the minute you came in,” he growled.

He kissed you hard and passionately. You sighed into it. Some gentle pressure from his push and you laid down on the bed. He laid on top of you and you felt his weight. It wasn’t to crush you, but just enough that it was like an embrace. You felt a gasp from your lips as he undid his tie and tossed it to the side. His hands raised your skirt. He grinned seeing the nicest lace underwear you had selected. Already visibly stained by how wet you were.

“Here…I’ll make you ready even more, darling…” he said.

He crept a finger down the hem. He then looked up.

“Can I?” he asked.

“Yes, you can…” you nodded.

You let out a gasp feeling his finger inside you. He moved it around and you shuddered. A gasp that stopped in your throat as he stretched you out, felt your walls, getting deeper. He explored you and you had to get used to it- the newness, the intrusion. But you didn’t want him out yet. He licked his lips as he curled it up, eliciting a small moan from you. You felt him move up your folds and then finding your clit. As he began to circle it, you splayed a hand over his back and grabbed onto his jacket. A shuddering sound escaped you. The man was fully clothed but you were already a mess for him. You began to writhe as he circled it more, in response, a groan came out of you.

“There?” he asked.

“There!” you confirmed in a gasp.

“More, my dear-more?” he asked.

“Yes…then keep them- oh!” you cried, interrupted as he put in a second finger.

You felt your own legs open wider for space. He found the right spot, and you began whimpering. Neck arching and close your eyes to keep feeling it. Then he removed it, wiping the juices on your thigh. You felt cold, and empty without them in you. But that was only the first stage; preparation.

“Can’t believe I’m your first. First to touch you. First to ruin you. First to fuck you. I don’t want any man after to compare to me,” he boasted.

Your fingers began to grip the sheets to steady yourself. Both of you tossed away your shoes.

He unzipped the back of your dress. You pulled him forward, kissing him again, but moving to the lobe of his ear, his neck. He removed your dress. He took off your stockings, kissing your stomach as it glided over and letting it float down to the floor. You were in a bra and underwear. You raised a hand to cup his cheek. Despite the shakiness in your hands and your own brain racing through the fog of arousal, fear, and thrill. You pulled him in to kiss him again, not caring that your teeth clank. He wrapped an arm around you, and you felt the warmth right on your skin.

“We have some walls to test here. I want you to be screaming for the neighbors to complain,” he voiced, taking off his jacket to toss on the floor.

You half sat up and helped him to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. With a smooth movement, he removed his pants. You saw the erect outline through his white underwear. You felt your eyes widen as you saw him. Tanned and ripped, clear muscles, strong biceps, and a wide chest and shoulders. He smiled proudly as you sat there ogling him.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said.

“That’s good. I like what I see too. There’s just one thing that could be better,” he said.

He went back to kiss you and felt one hand reach to your bra strap in the back. Both of you forgot about the enforced chill of the apartments. You had the fire of bare skin on bare skin. He paused and looked down at your exposed breasts with a smile. He raised his hand, grazing a thumb over your nipple. You shivered from it.

“This exquisite and uninvaded. Untouched. Looks like I’ll have to end that…” he mumbled.

He wrapped his arms around you to pull you back down, and you peppered kisses all over his jaw and his neck. You even found his earlobe and pecked it. You felt his own hardness press on you as well as his leg. A thin line of cloth on both of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Keeping your bodies from joining. Ache. Need. You felt him against you. Your hips rocked to his and Laing let out a groan. He teased his hardness against your clothed entrance.

“And you know the procedure, Doctor?” you teased with a heated giggle.

“I know it well if you want it,” he replied, his breath hot against you.

“Yes, please…I need you to fuck me,” you mewled, arching your shoulders back, tits splaying.

You never heard this tone in your voice. Wanton. Downright pornographic. But here it was.

You felt his own hips against yours and a shudder between you both. Then he crawled up, and you felt his hardness outline on your stomach. He looked at you.

“Then, keep laying supine…and keep calling me Doctor…” he requested.

He kissed one breast, eliciting a moan from you. He moved on to the other. Your arms reached down until your fingers traced his shoulders. You found his hair and combed all ten of your fingers through it. He moved down to kiss your hip bone. His own hands went up, tracing the side of your leg.

You felt his long fingers splaying over your hip bones and the hem. He was slow- as if enjoying feeling every inch of you. Curling around the hem, he pulled the panties down your thighs. He put them through your knees, through your calves, and off. As if this was a ceremony. Your heart drummed further, your head spinning as he looked down on you. He looked at you bare. His eyes kept between your legs, licking your lips at the sight of your sex.

He removed his underwear and kicked it away. He was already dripping small pearls. You swallowed a gasp. He was monstrous…not that you had any before to compare it to. He returned to hover over you. He pried your legs open with his hands, warm from his breath but also the touch of your skin. You felt your own hips arch forward for him.

You glanced over to the side, seeing the night. It was dark against the soft lights of the apartment. The sky was clear. Stars finally outshone the city smog. A beautiful, peaceful night indeed. A perfect night to lose your innocence to Laing.

He then tipped a finger beneath your chin, moving you to face him.

“I want to see you, I want to look in your eyes when I’m the first one to fuck you, the first to enter you. I want you to look at me,” he rasped.

“Yes, Doctor.”

Looking right into his eyes, you opened your shaking legs. He sank into you. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. Moans coming out of you. Then he moved his hips and let it all in.

You let out one little cry when he was fully inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and his moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. He panted right next to you. He kept his eyes on you. Knowing how special this moment was. He finally claimed you. Nothing else would change that now in the future. Robert Laing was the first to enter you. The first to show you sinful bliss.

Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.

Your breath hitched when finally, he was inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and a moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.

“There…there’s a good girl…like that…” he rasped.

He thrust into you again, and again. A voice flew out of you, a voice you never knew you had. He began to pick up only slightly. You gasped- you liked this.

“Yes! Yes, yes! Doctor-fuck- yes!!” you hissed.

You tilted your head back, eyes closing to enjoy the sensation when he cupped your jaw and pulled it down. You opened your jaw as he traced a finger over your lips.

“Remember-eyes on me….” He panted.

You let his face meet yours. His lips grazed yours in an open kiss. He even took his forehead and pressed yours against it. You felt his breath hot against you.

“Angel, can you…can you take more?” he asked.

You nodded, your hands reaching to that strong back and digging your nails in. He responded by snapping his hips right into you, such a hard pull you felt the invasion arrange your insides.

“Doctor!” you cried out.

It was the sweetest invasion, the pinprick of pain that brought pleasure. He picked up the speed. His own groans from his pink lips serenade your whorish moans. Then more.

“Fuck, you’re-you’re tight. Shit-shit- taking me so well, there- there’s- fuck!-my good girl,” he whimpered as he picked up the pace.

You felt yourself get dizzy. Your hands around, reaching his hair and raking your nails deeper onto his back. He had found the right spot, your hips meeting his, but angling- deeper, with the speed increasing. You were sliding against the bed, yet you weren’t stopping him. He then took your lower thighs and lifted them, he reached the upper angle, near your clit. He was getting rougher.

“Doctor-Yes-oh, Jesus- Yes-yes!” you were yelling.

His thrusts were wilder. Faster. He grunted and groaned, eyes down on you. Here was the passionate man the women raved about. The desk next to the bed was shifting around with how deeply, quickly, and powerfully he was fucking you. And the bed itself was denting against the wall.

Something was bubbling inside you. Building up. He was cursing, then crying out your name. Something was building in you. Like you were going to break if you let it grow. Like you would die. But you wanted to. at the sound as he slammed you, hips slamming into yours as he kept up the fast rhythm. All as he looked you in the eye and you in his eyes. Then he put a finger in your slit and curled it on your nub.

The pleasure was rising. More moans came out of you. Not quiet ones. Bubbling up wilder as he stroked you there. About to spin out of control. You weren’t going to last.

“D-Doctor- I think I’m- I think I’m going to-“

“Cum-darling-cum, cum with me!” He was yelling as well, meeting your volume.

It built higher, higher, until-

You let out a last, loud cry.

The spinning pleasure snapped in you. You took in a slight gasp as the shockwaves of your peak. You felt him give a last shout of your name as he came too. He was pulsing inside you, and you felt yourself shake, an ache in your own pussy and legs. The record had stopped playing and there was only the white noise of the vents above you. The heat had come back on. Not that you or Robert needed it.

You fell together, feeling the eclipse of your shared high. You saw the ceiling spin above you. Slowly arriving back to. The apartment reeked of sex, of your bodies, of sweat, and the heat of passion. He pulled out of you; you could hear his own quick breaths. Trying to catch his own. Your entire body was heavy from your climax, craving sleep.

“Are you okay?” he asked, touching a hand to your shoulder.

“I’m…I’m tired…tired and wonderful,” you replied.

He smiled.

“I’m glad then…” he said.

You nestled close and wrapped an arm around him. Good night, you couldn’t have asked for a better hour.

“Robert, Thank you. I’m glad it was with you…” you complimented.

“So, I take that you liked it?” he quipped.

“I loved it- Doctor,” you answered with a giggle.

As you nestled closer to him, he laughed back with you. The laughter made his body under your arms jilt up and down. The sound rumbled and echoed through your skin. There was something pure about it. Sweet.

He let go. But it felt too soon. You wanted to hold him for longer. Cuddle him. Kiss him on the cheek and forehead. Call him every pet name under the sun. You leaned on your side and traced the outline of his cheek down to his shoulder. He blinked and watched your hands, unused to the intimacy. Then he shifted closer to lay on his side parallel to you. You wrapped your arms around each other.

“Can I stay?” you proposed.

His eyes went wide. His jaw went slack. Then he nodded.

“Yes- Y/n, please! I never had anyone stay over the night…” he confessed.

Your eyebrows shut up.

“You’re kidding!” you gasped.

Comparing you to his ex-lovers on a first date wasn’t a wise choice for a man. But there was a sadness in his voice. It made you halt. It made you listen.

“They’d take me. And then they’d leave. Not say a word when I passed them at the store. Like I was no different than their plumber…”

You traced a finger over his bare chest. Drawing figures as he beamed down at you.

“Then I’ll stay…but I might need my toothbrush tomorrow. My breath will stink if you kiss me in the morning,” you reminded him.

“I’ll brave it then,” he responded.

He leaned in to kiss you. Both of you settled in closer. Never letting go of the other. Discussing everything. Discussing nothing. Your exhaustion from your orgasm won over and you both melted into a peaceful sleep, there in room 2505.

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theaudacitytowrite · 6 months

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New "Game"!

Let's strip bare and show our drafts!

I have a few drafts that I created in July of 2021 that still are nowhere near to being written. Yet I can't delete them... I hope I'm not the only one 😂

So here a little overview of what might be written one day...😬

For Loki we got the Series "Entwined" which was the reason I even started writing again. To this day, I haven't written down 1 single word for that series aside from an outline

The series "Destinies call" actually has one chapter that I almost finished last year in september but I didn't want to start a new series until I finished my "Burnt" series...

Speaking of which, Chapter 8 sits unfinished in my drafts even though it's so close to completion. I only got to write the parts between the dialogue 😅

For The Sandman we got a Series and an angsty Oneshot that sit in there since last year/beginning of this year

And then a Robert Laing Fic I started last summer and never finished, and ofc the current SPN Fic that I hopefully finish soon... 😅

Now it's your turn! And now I wait and hope I'm not the only one with drafts that are old af 😬

No pressure tags: @lucywrites02 @give-me-a-moose @mochie85 @tommie-gvf @anonymousfiction211 @dyns33 @dreaming-about-fanfictions @fluffyfantasticducky @gaitwae @holdmytesseract @handoverthekawaii @jmkho @loki-hargreeves @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @muddyorbs @mooncat163 @vbecker10 @nildespirandum @poetic-fiasco @queenjosielaufeyson @schizonephilim @silks-up-my-sleeve @wolfish-trickster @lokisgoodgirl @lokiprompts

@ anyone who'd like:)

#draft game #loki #dream of the endless #dean winchester #robert laing #looking through these show me that I probably shouldn't start new series 😂

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bobgasm · 5 months

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kingpin ⦾ five

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x ofc!emery young word count: 2476 warnings: self-doubt, grown up conversations about boundaries,

summary: in which she has strong reservations that she’s doing the right thing

author’s note: remember to join the taglist if you want to be tagged when i post the hangman oneshot, gun for hire!

four | kingpin | six

Emery had almost forgotten the interview on Friday, at least, she desperately tried to forget it. She’s been tense all weekend, replaying every single moment of the interaction with Mr Floyd. He seemed truthful about why the previous accountant had left, although he hadn’t offered any further explanation. Emery had sensed it was deliberate – sticking to as much of the truth as he could in case he accidentally revealed something he didn’t want her to know.

She’d felt tense during the interview, but the feeling of dread had slowly started creeping up on her. She’d been truthful about moving to LA for work and also needing a place to live, but she feared that she’d revealed too much. She feared he’d been able to hear desperation in her voice, see it in her eyes. The question about what benefits he could offer her had pretty much confirmed her suspicions, which was why she’d made such a hasty exit.

Either he was going to offer her the job or not, she simply had to wait and see.

She was woken up early Monday morning by her phone ringing. She groaned and reached for the device on her nightstand, opening one eye to see who was calling. The number was unknown and she was in half a mind to send the call to voicemail. Then she remembered she’d applied for almost fifty jobs, so she cleared her throat before answering.

“Hi, this is Emery,” she greeted, hoping like hell she didn’t sound like she’d just woken up.

“Good morning, Emery, this is Bob Floyd from Floyd Construction Limited,” Mr Floyd, Bob, replied.

She removed her phone from her ear so she could check the time. It was a little after eight, which meant most businesses were already up and operating. She couldn’t fault him for his early call.

“Good morning, Mr Floyd,” she replied, silently cursing her luck. Of all the résumé’s she’d sent out, he was the first one getting back to her. “I’m surprised to hear from you so soon.”

“Pleasantly surprised, I hope?” He asked.

Emery forced a small laugh. “Of course,” she lied, rubbing sleep from the corners of her eyes.

“Good,” he said. Emery could practically see the smirk on his face. “I’d like to formally extend an offer of employment. I understand that you’re required to give a two week notice to your current employers, but I’m hoping that if you agree to come and work for us, that you’d be willing to work from home until you’re due to start. We’ve been left in the lurch a bit by our previous accountant’s sudden retirement, and unfortunately, my knowledge of Wiler is very limited. It’s taken me a week to figure out how to pay wages and bills.”

“I understand, Mr Floyd,” she told him, taking a breath before continuing, “I’ll need some time to think about it and read over the paperwork, but I’m willing to be flexible and accommodate this change until my notice period ends.”

“That’s excellent news.” Emery could hear the smile in his voice and she hated that she knew what it looked like. “And please, call me Bob. I’ll send through the paperwork for you to read. Please take your time.”

“But not really, right?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“If, for whatever reason you decline our offer, I’ll need to make arrangements to find someone else. Obviously, that’s my problem to worry about, not yours, so I’ll say it again. Take your time. I’d rather you be 100% on board than halfway out the door.”

Emery swallowed thickly, sensing hostility in his voice. “I understand, Mr Floyd,” she said preemptively. “Thank you for this opportunity. I’ll reach out at my nearest convenience.”

“Have a great day, Ms Young.”

Bob Floyd ended the call before waiting for her response. Emery groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. She waited a minute before checking her emails, finding a new one from Bob himself. The email body thanked her for her time and again implored her to think about her decision. If she agreed to the offer and the contents of the contract, to please sign it and return it at her nearest convenience.

She scoffed at his choice of words, her own words, that he’d thrown back at her. There were also three attachments; one was a letter of offer, one was a contract, and one was a job description. She clicked on the job description first, sitting up in bed and resting against the back of the couch to properly read through.

It was pretty much as expected. She’d handle all monetary transactions for the Floyd’s construction company, as well as their strip club and casino. It outlined her responsibilities for each individual business, as well as a section about payroll. Wages were to be paid fortnightly from the designated accounts for each business.

Monthly reports were to be run and any unexplainable discrepancies should be brought to the CEO’s attention. It was pretty straightforward, and the system Bob had mentioned they used in her interview was able to handle all of that and more.

She clicked next on the letter of offer, which again was pretty straightforward. She’d have her own office to work from, with set hours Monday to Friday. Her official role was Chief Financial Officer, which had been described in the job description she’d finished reading.

Next was the contract. It outlined her salary, which was more than generous, any leave entitlements, who she reported to, regular performance reviews and any obligations the role had.

She took the time to read each section thoroughly until she reached the section about benefits. There were multiple paragraphs for healthcare, dental and vehicle use. The part she was almost surprised with, however, was the added benefit of an apartment being offered. It detailed that her living expenses would be covered by the business pending acceptance of the offer, should she require the assistance.

Emery knew it had been added in there purely to sweeten the offer and sway her into signing that much quicker. She’d mentioned she was planning on moving to Los Angeles in her interview, which she’d hoped hadn’t shown her desperation for work. Instead, this benefit showed her Bob’s own desperation. If they were willing to provide accommodation, they needed someone to fill the hole of their previous accountant immediately.

She sighed, knowing she’d have to call Natasha and talk to her about it. Obviously, she wouldn’t sign if Nat wasn’t willing to live in an apartment that was paid for by Emery’s potential new employers. The whole plan was for them to make the move together, so it was a conversation they needed to have. If Emery got a wriggle on, she’d be able to stop in at the gym where Nat worked before she had to make her way to her own job.

Emery was quick to get changed into her cleaning clothes; a simple black polo with the company logo and workout leggings. She brushed her teeth and combed her hair, tying it up into a neat ponytail before washing her face. She pulled on a pair of simple trainers before grabbing her phone, keys and vacuum, making sure to lock up behind her as she walked downstairs to her car.

When she arrived at the gym, she made quick work of finding Nat who was almost finished with her client. Emery didn’t mind waiting since she knew the chance of Nat being in the middle of a session was likely, and she still had time before she had to be at her first house of the day.

Almost twenty minutes passed before Nat was finished and able to see what Emery was doing. It was Monday, they didn’t have anything planned that she knew of, and it was rare for her to set foot inside the gym outside of her spin class timetable.

“Hey, you’re up early,” Nat observed. “Everything okay?”

“I really need to talk to you,” Emery confessed. “Do you have a minute?”

“I have ten,” Nat replied with a smile. “Come on, we can use the office.”

Emery got up and followed Nat into the back office behind the reception desk. She waited until the door was closed before answering Nat’s first question, was everything okay?

“I’ve received a job offer,” Emery told her. “Don’t celebrate yet, this is the job I had my reservations about applying for.”

“The one you interviewed for on Thursday, right?” Nat asked. Emery nodded. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know, I have a bad feeling about it,” she replied. “Like why their previous accountant retired so urgently. Why they’re desperate enough to hire someone as soon as possible, and even offering a fucking apartment if I sign right away.”

“What?” Nat asked with a shake of her head. “Back up a few paces. So, their accountant retired, what, effective immediately?”

“At least that’s what I got told,” Emery said. “It’s kind of weird, right? That a company wouldn’t know one of their employees was planning on retiring so that they can try to find a replacement before they left?”

“I mean, it is weird, but maybe the person had some kind of illness? Maybe they woke up one day and said, ‘you know what? I’m out.’”

Emery nodded though she didn’t buy it. “I said I was in the process of looking for an apartment so I could move out there, since that’s where most of the jobs were. I tried not to sound desperate for work or anything, I even told the guy that I’d have to hand in a notice. Then I get the offer and in the contract one of the benefits they’re offering me is an apartment and my living costs covered if I can work part time while I work out my notice.”

“So, they’re desperate,” Nat concluded with a nod. “That’s not necessarily such a bad thing. It means there’s room to negotiate.”

“I don’t want to take the job,” Emery blurted out. She took a deep breath before meeting Nat’s gaze. “Something feels off about this whole company. On that note, the job was advertised for their construction company, but they also own a strip club and a casino!”

“I think you’ve read too many steamy mob boss romance novels,” Nat replied with a laugh. “This could be a great job, Em, but only if you give it a try. If it still doesn’t feel right, then you can resign. How long do you have to think about it?”

“As long as I need.”

“Think about it some more,” Nat urged. “It could be that they really are stuck and desperate to get someone started right away. You can always turn down the apartment if it’s too much. We can find something ourselves.”

Emery waited until the end of Tuesday to get back to Bob. She spent hours thinking about the offer and the benefits, trying to weigh the pros and cons of both. Her decision wasn’t an easy one to make, but Natasha had made some sense. She’d opted not to tell her about the man at the diner and what she’d overheard, so she chose to keep it from swaying her decision. She knew that if she hadn’t heard anything that night at the diner, her decision would’ve been made the second Bob had called to offer her the position.

“Ms Young,” Bob greeted.

“You saved my number?” Emery asked, confused by the prompt answer and that he seemed to know exactly who was calling.

“Wanted to make sure I didn’t accidentally miss your call,” he replied smoothly. Emery heard his chair creak slightly and knew he must’ve meant back in it. “I only hope you’re calling with an answer for me?”

“I am,” she said. “I’d be honoured to take up your offer.”

“That’s excellent news!” He sounded relieved. “You’ve really saved my ass, here.”

Emery allowed herself to laugh at his honesty. “I’m thrilled to be given the opportunity to with with you, but I do have to ask about the apartment benefit.”

Bob hummed. “I thought you might,” he said.

“I’d like to respectfully decline the offer. My sister and I are hoping to make the move to Los Angeles together. I’d rather travel into the city each day until we can find a place of our own,” she told him. “It’s a very generous offer though, so thank you for extending it.”

“Ms Young,” he started but she cut him off.

“If you’re making me call you Bob, then I’m making you call me Emery.”

Bob chuckled. “Alright, Emery.” She liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. “You have every right to decline it, but I’d feel bad making you travel hours each day just for work until you found something. Is there any way we can both get what we want?”

“I wasn’t raised to accept handouts,” she confessed. “They always come with strings attached. I read the contract three times trying to find some kind of fine print with the terms and conditions. Obviously, I couldn’t find any, but I’d feel like I constantly owed you something.”

Her confession left him speechless for a moment. She let him take a second to mull over her words while she tried to figure out why she’d told him the truth. Blind trust wasn’t an easy thing for her to come by – trust had to be earned. She hoped he saw it that way.

“I have connections with a couple of great realtors here,” Bob mentioned. “If you were more comfortable with it, they could help you and your sister find a place. The only part I’ll play in it is making the phone call to them on your behalf.”

Emery breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, that would be fine with me. Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course, Emery. I don’t want to step on any toes here, so thank you for telling me I was crossing a line.”

“I don’t think you were crossing a line,” she found herself assuring him. “I mentioned moving for better job opportunities and you saw it as a way to help us both get what we want. In this case, the solution was a conversation about how this could work in our favour.”

“I appreciate the reassurance,” he said with a laugh. “When are you available to come in for an induction?”

“I have some time free tomorrow afternoon,” she told him. “I could meet you around half two?”

“Perfect,” he said. “I’ll see you then. And thank you again, I look forward to working with you.”

“You too,” Emery said in lieu of a proper farewell. When the call ended she blew out a deep breath, hoping that she hadn’t just made a huge mistake.

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𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏,𝟔𝟒𝟕 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

That's 930 more posts than 2021!

1,184 posts created (72%)

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#volturi questionnaire - 287 posts

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#is now a good time to tell everybody of my headcanon that caius would look absolutely gorgeous dressed up à la the masque of the red death.

𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐:

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Where I cannot follow || Caius X S/O

“Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.” ― Robert Jordan

Requested by two Anonymous people: "Hi! If your inbox is still open, I was wondering if I could please request a Caius Volturi oneshot? Maybe one, where Caius's S/O gets gravely injured in a battle and he gets very worried and scared because they have been together for about a century or so now, in fact they are something like the power couple of the Volturi? I understand if this is a bit too much and will completely understand if you are unable to write it but I just had an idea... BTW, your blog is simply AMAZING!"

"Anything with Angst for Caius, doesn't matter what it is, i just want it to be sad. Thank you!! <33" From 🐿️ Anon

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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😳😅💍 for writer's ask please :D

Thanks for asking! 😁

😳 - your scariest line

Hmmm... I think (one of) my scariest lines probably was this line from my Daryl story 'Fate Can Be A Lousy Traitor'... 🤔

He leaned over with a wince, wanted to kiss me - but just before our lips could meet, the door of the trailer sprung open with a squeal, revealing a man with short black hair, a leather jacket and a baseball bat in his hands.

Because everyone who saw the Walking Dead and watched this scene in the last episode of season six knows what is about to happen. The line itself may be not super scray, but situation is. 🙈

😅 - a line that made you feel second hand embarrassment

These lines here, I'd say...

But just as I wanted to trace my hands lower to the hem of Loki's grey sweatpants, the door to my quarters suddenly got ripped open. "Lady Y/N! You need to- By the Norns!" Thor's voice boomed through the room, making me jump off of Loki quickly and scrambling to cover myself.

It's a line from 'Caught'. I think nobody like to get caught in such a situation, so... 🙈

💍- your most underrated story

That's a tough one... 🤔 Perhaps the Robert Laing oneshot I once wrote. 'I got a Man - but I want You'. 🤔 I personally love this story very much. It was one of those moments in writing, where everything just fell into place. 😊

I hope my answers are okay. 🙈

#ask games #lovely mutuals

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the9intheafternoon · 2 years

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NOTAS INICIAIS:

Então, aqui vai algumas palavras para a minha amiga e sócia nesse dia em específico. Antes de mais nada, feliz aniversário e espero que esteja tendo o dia mais tranquilo de todos, sem estresses e sem surpresas indesejáveis. Você merece.

E o que eu vim dizer nada mais é do que repeteco do que já venho dizendo há um tempo: me sinto muito feliz e segura de ter você apoiando todas as minhas ideias malucas. Sou difícil de confiar em alguém para embarcar em algo que seja importante pra mim, mas real confio em você quando eu digo "cara, vamo fazer tal coisa?". Eu sei que posso contar com você, assim como sei que contaria comigo. Obrigada, Nana, por ser a minha conexão com Gêmeos mais funcional e de sucesso de todos os tempos. Feliz seu dia!

With love, Lay.

Então, eis a minha lembrancinha: uma oneshot com o Robert entregando uma leve dose de sofrimento, mas com final feliz. Enjoy!

As luzes do corredor eram amareladas, trazendo àquela madrugada uma luz um tanto distorcida, quase que onírica. Era como se estivesse caminhando dentro de um sonho, de uma realidade da qual estivesse escapando. Não queria ter que escapar, é claro. Preferia mil vezes estar ainda envolto aos lençóis e curvas, adormecido no calor do corpo feminino. Poderia se visualizar na manhã seguinte, acordando preguiçosamente, se alongando e sentindo os músculos protestarem contra o movimento, antes de virar para o lado e pegá-la sorrindo em sua direção, os olhos vidrados e sempre muito sinceros, astutos como uma felina, além de definitivamente atentos. A luz da manhã traria um brilho casto a seu rosto e ele poderia jurar por qualquer deus existente que não queria estar em outro lugar que não contemplando a imagem da mulher que mexia com todo o seu juízo.

Mas seus passos ecoavam no corredor vazio, com a escolha que tinha feito. Solitário e isolado.

— Por que você nunca fica? — A voz que veio atrás dele o pegou de surpresa, fazendo-o parar no mesmo lugar. — Robert, estou falando com você.

— Eu preciso ir — sua resposta sucinta foi dita em um tom baixo, quase que um reforço para si mesmo de que estava fazendo a coisa certa.

Ele se virou lentamente, a cabeça baixa, parando de perfil. Não tinha nem mesmo de encará-la por muito tempo, pois sabia que poderia vacilar em suas ideias se o fizesse. Era como ouvir o canto da sereia: a tentação seria tão grande que se esqueceria de qualquer ideal ou propósito que o levou a se esgueirar para fora do apartamento às 3 da manhã.

— Não, você não precisa — ela lhe disse, saindo da porta do apartamento e caminhando lentamente em sua direção. O perfume exalava ainda de sua pele e o deixava tonto; pelo menos era como seu corpo reagia à aproximação dela, tão rápida e sem receios. — Você acha que precisa, por algum motivo estúpido e sem sentido.

— Eu… — Começou a dizer, mas parou. Robert vivia dizendo aquelas palavras para si mesmo, mas na hora de falar para ela, confessar suas angústias, parecia que era tudo uma birra infantil, uma teimosia sem embasamento. — Eu faria mal pra você.

— Mal? Mesmo? — Ela encerrou o espaço entre os dois, lhe tocando o rosto e o fazendo olhar para ela de frente. O coração de Pattinson se agitou, as batidas mais marcadas em seu peito. — Os últimos… as últimas semanas. Elas tem sido as melhores em muito, muito tempo. Me sinto mais confortável com você do que com qualquer outra pessoa do meu convívio. Se acontece uma coisa legal no meu dia, é pra você quem eu quero ligar. Se uma coisa chata e imprevisível aparece no meu caminho, me pergunto qual comentário sarcástico você faria no meu lugar. Gosto da forma como não se intimida em mudar a playlist do meu carro e colocar para tocar as músicas de bandas que nunca ouvi falar e como mesmo depois do banho seu cabelo sempre parece despenteado. Gosto como segura minha cintura quando estamos caminhando, como se fosse me proteger do primeiro perigo que posso aparecer na esquina. E gosto do que fizemos esta noite. Gosto muito.

Uma sombra de sorriso culpado surgiu no rosto de Pattinson, antes que ele negasse com a cabeça.

— Você não sabe… Mas eu não sou bom — ele fez uma pausa, buscando fôlego, antes de continuar. — Minha bagagem não é das melhores. Tudo que eu aprendi foi que devo parar antes de errar. E eu já comecei errando com você, sem explicar que…

— Que você tem traumas? — a voz dela era clara como um cristal, sem receios. Era possível notar que ela não estava nem um pouco reticente depois daquele discurso. — Todos nós temos traumas, mas Robert — sua testa encostou na dele e Pattinson se viu obrigado a exalar o ar, pesadamente, sentindo o calor do corpo daquela mulher o deixando acolhido. —, nós não somos feitos deles. São apenas pedaços de nossas histórias. Não o todo.

Ele fechou os olhos, exalando o aroma dos cabelos dela e sentindo suas defesas serem derrubadas, uma a uma.

— Pode ser complicado — sussurrou.

— Então quando a complicação tiver que vir, deixa estar. — Com gestos gentis, ela deslizou as mãos para as de Robert, segurando ambas com firmeza. — A gente lida com o que tiver que ser quando for a hora.

Com delicadeza, ela deu um puxão em sua mão, o pegando desprevenido e o fazendo dar um ligeiro tropeço em frente.

— Volta pra dentro. Você não precisa ir agora — ela o chamou, sorrindo daquele jeito que o tinha cativado logo quando se conheceram.

Antes mesmo de perceber, os joelhos de Robert cederam, o fazendo caminhar lentamente o mesmo percurso que tinha feito anteriormente, sendo guiado pela maciez das mãos daquela mulher.

O clima onírico do corredor parecia o acompanhar conforme adentrava de novo no apartamento. Talvez não fosse sobre a iluminação. Talvez fosse sobre ela e esse efeito que o fazia pensar que tudo era possível dentro daquela bolha sonhadora e cheia de esperanças. Ela o fazia acreditar, nem que fosse minimamente, que poderia ser um homem bom. A porta se fechou atrás dele e se pegou sorrindo para o canto da mais bela sereia que cruzou o seu caminho.

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hombre, necesitamos fem Robert y Jimmy, ,pero eso solo es una mini propuesta Por qué la verdadera propuesta para el one-short es uno donde Robert sea una musa y Jimmy el pintor

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doubleonline · 2 years

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Which fnaf character is apple jack in five nights at pinkies

Jeremy is Jeremy, FNAF 2 Night Guard 1- Language: English Words: 4,255 Chapters: 6/? Comments: 6 Kudos: 46 Bookmarks: 3 Hits: 1128īack_to_earth Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's Mike is Michael Afton, he worked at all the locations under different aliases, besides Jeremy. JereMike/JereMichael/FitzAfton Oneshots (Requests)Īsh_Angel Fandoms: FNAF, Five Nights at Freddy's Language: English Words: 3,036 Chapters: 3/? Comments: 2 Kudos: 5 Hits: 67 Have You Heard about the missing childrens incident? Well, let me tell you, it was a real blood bath.

Five Nights at Freddy's: Sister Location.

The Missing Children Incident (Five Nights at Freddy's).

Shadow Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy's).

Shadow Bonnie (Five Nights at Freddy's).

Golden Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy's).

Funtime Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy's).

Spring Bonnie (Five Nights at Freddy's).

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death.

Language: English Words: 54,431 Chapters: 80/? Comments: 58 Kudos: 130 Bookmarks: 20 Hits: 4736

Mentioned through out but it does happen on screen during chapters 28 and 46Įver heard about the oasis in the desert? What about the Martian society? The place where comets come from? Oort cloud? Area 52? Shangri la? Albemarle? The island from Lost? The Lost city of Atlantis? The turtle that carries the world? Leonardo DiCaprio's Oscar? Well, they all exist.

Heinlein, The Umbrella Academy (TV), Superman - All Media Types, Cat in the Box (Video Game), Dear Evan Hansen (2021), Parahumans Series - Wildbow, SCP Foundation Rowling, Doctor Who, Five Nights at Freddy's, The Bible, Call of Duty Zombies, Merlin (TV), Team Crafted, Criminal Minds (US TV), Chuck Norris - Fandom, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Undertale (Video Game), VeggieTales, Dream SMP - Fandom, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Psych (TV 2006), Unus Annus - Fandom, Deadpool - All Media Types, Elvis Presley (Musician), Leonardo DiCaprio - Fandom, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, Josh Fight, Willy's Wonderland (2021), Dark Deception (Video Game), BioShock Infinite, Eggo Waffles, Stranger in a Strange Land - Robert A. Multiple_Characters1_Acct, Sententiously_Sarcastic Fandoms: Dollar General, Doctor Strange (2016), Untitled Goose Game (Video Game), Stargate SG-1, Doom (Video Games), Supernatural, Fallout Boy, Who Killed Markiplier? (Web Series), Harry Potter - J. Language: English Words: 12,899 Chapters: 4/? Comments: 3 Kudos: 18 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 164 With each case though, the stories hit closer and closer to home.

Internet Safety mostly ignored (don't do this in real life)Īfter Michael gets to hang out with Austin and Eteled for a family weekend, he finds that there are yet more people out there who are in need of help.

Spoiler Warning (for Hello Puppets this time).Psuedonymousrex Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's, Wii Deleted You, Hello Puppets (Video Game)

#Which fnaf character is apple jack in five nights at pinkies

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ao3feed-sidlink · 2 years

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Multiverso Mágico

by KittyPasta

Una serie de crossovers entre el mundo mágico de Harry Potter y algunas de mis series, películas, animés, cartoons y juegos favoritos. Cada capítulo es individual y puede leerse como si fuera un oneshot. Ninguna de las obras originales me pertenece, solo las estoy tomando prestadas para su entretenimiento.

Words: 1689, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: My Little Pony, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Gravity Falls, The Owl House (Cartoon), She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018), The Simpsons, Futurama, SPY x FAMILY (Anime), プリパラ | PriPara | Prism Paradise, 美男高校地球防衛部LOVE! | Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu LOVE!, Our Flag Means Death (TV), Good Omens (TV), Shark Tale (2004), Winx Club, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, 転生したらスライムだった件 - 伏瀬 | Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken | That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime - Fuse, Fire Emblem: If | Fire Emblem: Fates, The Mentalist, Destripando la Historia | Gutting History (Web Series), Sonic the Hedgehog (2020), Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse (Cartoon), X-Men: First Class (Comics), Disney Fairies, Star Wars - All Media Types, Sky High (2005), The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, South Park, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Tony Stark, Dipper Pines, Stede Bonnet, Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Lenny Lino, Patrick Jane, Link (Legend of Zelda), Philip J. Fry, Kenny McCormick, Luz Noceda, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charlie Spring, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Adora (She-Ra), Anya Forger, Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Turanga Leela, Hank Scorpio, Agent Stone (Sonic the Hedgehog 2020), Sonic the Hedgehog, Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik, Barbie Roberts, Elise (Fire Emblem), Anakin Skywalker, Tsukino Usagi, Bloom (Winx Club)

Relationships: Applejack/Rarity (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Starlight Glimmer/Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring, Patrick Jane/Teresa Lisbon, Amity Blight/Luz Noceda, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Link/Prince Sidon, Philip J. Fry/Turanga Leela, Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak, Kenny McCormick/Leopold "Butters" Stotch

Additional Tags: Crossover, Multiverse

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#ao3feed-sidlink #sidlink #sidon x link #prince sidon x link #link botw #prince sidon #breath of the

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ironstrangeao3 · 2 years

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Multiverso Mágico

by KittyPasta

Words: 1689, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Additional Tags: Crossover, Multiverse

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42064155

#tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #fanfic #ao3

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our-flag-means-death-ao3feed · 2 years

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Multiverso Mágico

by KittyPasta

Words: 1689, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Additional Tags: Crossover, Multiverse

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42064155

#Our flag means death #ofmd

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ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz · 2 years

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Multiverso Mágico

by KittyPasta

Words: 1689, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Additional Tags: Crossover, Multiverse

From https://ift.tt/zgSVCEI https://archiveofourown.org/works/42064155

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl

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hiii can you please do tom as dad's best friend/co-worker where they finally meet each other in her dad's office? and that y/n dad have to take an urgen flight trip thats why he needed tom to look after y/n for a couple of days. lots of sexual tension and dirty talk! (also age gap if that's alright with you?) 😌 make it real smutty and kinky u know the drill :) ty!!

Tom Hiddleston | unique babysitter

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : being a single father, your dad has no choice but to leave you at home with a friend after he has been called for an urgent business travel. Surprisingly enough, you manage to end up enjoying Tom’s exhilarating company.

warnings : smut, age gap, dirty talking, slight dub/con, virgin!reader, innocence kink, dry humping, unprotected sex, slight after care and cuddling.

Around a week ago, your dad had finally agreed to take you to his office in order for you to discover his job. You had never really understood the way he made a living, and it had therefore been the occasion for you to get to learn more about his work whilst earning the chance to spend some extra time with him. Ever since your mom had left, you had allowed yourself to drift away from your father- an unwilling habit which had brought harm to the two of you throughout the years. But now was your chance to do better by supporting the older man through his daily life and by letting him know that he was not alone. Though, your little trip to his office had allowed you to meet with one of his closest coworkers : a so called Tom Hiddleston.

The man worked at the desk next to your dad’s, which allowed you to get a good view of his friend whilst they both worked. The room remained silent- the sounds of the keyboards being put to good use offering a pretty symphony. Your orbs would sometimes divert towards the infamous older man, feeling your cheeks heat up whenever his blue eyes would take notice of your stares and look up at you- leading your embarrassed self to look away. From the corner of your eyes, you could tell that this gesture had amused him due to the way his lips seemed to curl up whilst his chest bobbed upwards gently. Your hands fidgeted together, this little game lasting through the entire afternoon until it was finally time for you and your father to go home. But even after disappearing from one another’s sight, none of you appeared to forget about the other.

The next day, your dad had announced to you that he would be forced to leave for a couple of days due to an important business offer he simply couldn’t push away. At first, you felt okay with it... until this one added up that his coworker and friend, Tom, would be in charge of taking care of you for the few upcoming days. This stroke anxiety within your heart. The man you had desperately stared at for hours yesterday would now be assigned as your babysitter? The thought of getting to spend time alone with him was surely exciting, but also intimidating. Therefore, you decided to use arguments in order to dodge your father’s announcement, and potentially call off this whole babysitter issue which you believed was unnecessary for a girl such as you.

The first argument you decide to pull up was the fact that you were eighteen, and therefore not in need of a babysitter anymore. You could take care of yourself, which you did whenever your father was at work. But to the older man, this wasn’t the issue. He felt pleased to remind you what had happened the last time he had trusted you to be alone for a couple of days, and you had no choice but to remain silent face to his prominent argument, and your lack of snap back. Even though you could’ve probably explained that this event took place a couple of years back, and that you were now a legal adult to society, you decided to submit to your father’s announcement and decision.

Coming back to the present, you were currently sat in the living room whilst waiting for Tom to arrive. Your father had left a couple of minutes ago already, as he didn’t wish to miss his plane due to his coworker being late- who he trusted in taking good care of you. But little did he know, the older man would do much more than simply cook dinner for the two of you before tucking you in for a good night of sleep. When the bell finally rang, your head diverted towards the door in a hurry before your whole silhouette made an effort to get up from the sofa in order to reach for the entry of your home. Nervously, your hand took ahold of the handle before twisting it and allowing the door to open, revealing your dad’s smily coworker. “Good evening, Princess. I’m sorry I’m late.” He affirmed as your eyes slowly slid down towards the postman bag he carried on his right shoulder.

Face to your prolonged silence, he decided to step in one more time. “May I come in?” Tom asked, hoping that this sentence would manage to pull you out of your thoughts. And it did. “Oh yes, sure. I’m sorry...” You responded, an awkward chuckle escaping your lips as you moved to the side in order to let the older man step inside of your house. As soon as Tom laid a foot of onto the floor of your home, you felt a rather uncomfortable sensation take over your organism. It was a mix of excitement- that due to his handsomeness and attractive aura- and anxiety. A single pressure applied on the door was enough to have it close, trapping the two of you inside of the construction. And from that point, things progressively started to get more risky.

If Tom had agreed to sit down at the living room’s table to work at first, he soon caught interest in your silhouette and the things your curves could potentially offer him. During the first evening you spent together, things remained rather quiet and calm. All he did was look at you from the corner of his eye once in a while, and so did you whenever you felt like allowing your hormones to win over your good sense. You had been the one to cook dinner, and the older man hadn’t stopped praising the meal you had taken time to prepare whilst he worked. You got the chance to listen to a few of his personal informations- such as his nice lifestyle as a single man who enjoyed cooking for himself, as a hobby. Tom even promised to be the chief tomorrow evening, a bargain which led you to feel more comfortable in his presence.

The next day was when you finally started to feel more comfortable about your father’s coworker living in your house. You didn’t get to see him during the day due to college, but coming back in the evening knowing you would be able to spend time with the older man never failed to make you feel excited. Tom had progressively let go of his work, claiming he had taken a one week remunerated break in order to spend some extra time with you. The days went along, and you found yourself skipping class as well to attend the man’s offers about going out to various places. Calling your dad to check up on him wasn’t a priority anymore, which easily led you to bump into multiple missed calls when you finally made your way back up to your room after spending a day with his friend.

On this delightful Friday evening, you had been given the honor to taste Tom’s most famous recipe : bolognese. The dinner went on wonderfully, and you soon found yourself bloated with sauce and pasta- a visual proof that you had indeed enjoyed the meal he had prepared. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin, Tom’s blue orbs stared at your exhausted self who still tried to recover from the amount of food you had previously ingested. It had exhaust you. “I guess I won’t be asking you how it went, seeing the emptiness of your plate.” He affirmed with a chuckle before reaching out for both of your stained yet empty plates in order to carry them until the sink. Shifting in your seat, you allowed your vision to divert away from your guest for a moment- which Tom didn’t fail to notice.

With a smirk appearing on the corner of his lips, the man proceeded to rest the plates down on the workspace before silently making his way back to you, sitting down in the chair which was positioned next to yours before leaning in and allowing his lips to collide with your neck. You obviously reacted face to this unexpected sensation, body shaking just so slightly as you tiredly leant backwards in order to break the contact. “What? What are you doing?” You asked awkwardly, earning an amused smile from the older man. His hand travelled up to your hair, blue orbs following his own gesture as he brushed a strand behind your ear. “Just treating you the way you deserve. You’re a grown woman after all, aren’t you? And adults communicate with one another.” He purred seductively, those few words sending chills down your spine.

“So I’m letting you know... I want you.” He finished, hand still toying with your hair as both your heart and mind fell apart on the instant. Had you heard that right? Was your father’s friend truly offering you to hookup under his coworker’s own roof- a man who had given him his trust to look after his only daughter? But the will to rebel and prove to the world that you weren’t a child anymore turned out to be stronger then your good sense and the respect you held for your dad. Your cheeks heated up as you made eye contact with Tom again, a welcoming smile appearing his lips which led you to fall for him even more. “Okay...” you responded to his previous statement in an awkward manner, leading the adult’s smile to intensify. “Okay.” He repeated happily, hand sliding down to your thigh in order to take ahold of yours.

Tom easily managed to get you to stand up, leading you out of the kitchen and upstairs as his thumb gently rubbed against the back of your hand. Again, you felt excited yet anxious- still questioning whether yes or not you should give in his certainly appetizing offer. But before you knew it, the older man had managed to reach your father’s room- the room Tom had been occupying throughout the journey- which possessed a bigger bed for the two of you to enjoy. His first reflex was to turn on the lights before closing the door, those two gestures requiring for him to let go of your hand which allowed you to move closer to the bed without his help. “Ever done this before?” Tom asked empathetically as his silhouette turned towards yours, both his hands resting on his hips as if he was trying to contain certain pulsions.

Even if you felt ashamed of the answer you were about to give, you still trusted the man enough not to make fun of you nor make any degrading remarks about your sexual life. “Not really.” You answered as he moved closer to you, head bowed down to be able to make proper eye contact. “That’s okay.” He reassured, his hand moving up to your shoulder which he squeezed gently. “I’ll make sure to take good care of you.” Finished the male, his fingers now taking ahold of your chin only to lead your head to look up. Your lips aligned with his, his head slowly moving down towards yours until your closed mouths finally pressed against one another. This was the chastest kiss anyone had ever given you- which reinforced the feeling of safety you felt whenever it came to Tom. Though he quickly ended up softly breaking the contact in order to make sure you were okay.

You silently sucked in your bottom lip, as if you wanted to get some extra taste of his lips even after he had decided to break the kiss. Allowing your lower piece of rosy flesh to go, your orbs finally diverted upwards in order to make eye contact with the man who had just filled you with bliss. “I liked this.” You admitted, earning a smile from your partner. His hands travelled up to the first button of his shirt, progressively undoing the links until his bellybutton and abdominals were revealed to your innocent sight. Those assets made you shiver, and Tom could easily tell that you were too shy to step forward and lay your pretty hands onto his flesh. Smirking, the man dodged your silhouette in order to reach for the bed, removing his shirt through the process before allowing it to drop to the floor.

You watched silently as he sat down on the edge of the furniture, inviting you to take place beside him by laying gentle taps on the spot next to his thigh. Your submitted self obeyed, feet leading you towards your master until you finally took place beside him. “You’re such an obedient girl.” Tom praised, seemingly enjoying the way you agreed to follow all of his commands. An intimidated chuckle escaped your lips as his hand once again traveled up to your face, caressing your facial features and brushing your hair back in the loveliest manner. You couldn’t help but stare at his crouched abdominals, the way his skin formed muscular rolls for you to appreciate and praise. After all, it was the first time you ever saw a grown man bare chested in such an intimate situation.

“You want to remove a couple of layers? It’s the least we could do.” Tom offered gently, making sure to use the proper tone in order not to scare you off- and mostly in order to lead you to accept his proposition. Again, you agreed, standing up from the bed before removing your sweatshirt by pulling it over your head. Your bare breasts were revealed to his sight, though his blue orbs remained mainly focused on the skin of your waist and stomach. He found the bellybutton and stomach as a very attractive part of the female anatomy, and couldn’t potentially get enough of staring at this area of your body. Of course the grown man also felt grateful to be able to get a peak of your breasts- which he would make sure to cherish and praise later on.

His hands bluntly moved up to your waist as you took place between his legs, blue orbs still looking up at you before Tom allowed himself to lay a kiss onto your stomach. You abdominals contracted due to the small tingle you felt within you skin as the older man now took care of laying trails of gentle kisses down your belly. Looking down at him, you allowed your digits to travel up to his perfectly groomed hair before passing your fingers through the strands, messing up his mane in the softest manner. You were able to feel his lips perk upwards, indicating that your gestures were visibly making him smile. It reassured you to be aware of such a positive reaction.

After reaching the waistband of your joggers, Tom stopped himself through his track in order to take another look at your facial features- which in his humble opinion were perfect. Besides, spending time with someone who was younger than him somewhat sent the man back to his youthful days as well; which provided Tom a very blissful feeling. Without breaking eye contact, he began to unbuckle his belt before undoing the button of his jeans without even taking care of sliding the leather material out of the confines of his pants. Though he unfortunately found himself forced to look away after struggling to undo his button, your orbs still staring down towards his veiny hands which worked hard to reach their goal.

Once this step was finally over with, Tom placed a hand on your hip in order to gently move you backwards so that he could stand up from the bed. You could tell by his frustrated appearance that he seemingly couldn’t wait to end up in bed and fully naked with you. Though he always kept a reassuring smile on his face, even whilst pulling his jeans down to his ankle before stepping out of the piece of clothing. The grown man now stood in his briefs, feeling no form of shame nor embarrassment face to your younger self. Besides, there simply was nothing he could’ve potentially feel ashamed of. His body was perfect. A chuckle escaped his lips upon witnessing how clueless you appeared, a sight which could only make him feel more confident through the overall process.

“Well, kitten... there’s nothing you should be ashamed of. Real men are nothing like the boys you see at school.” He insisted, referring to how male teenagers often found many reasons to criticize the female anatomy and make young girls feel insecure. And his tone sounded extremely genuine- which was what led you to finally unleash your silhouette from all these pieces of clothings. You nodded silently, hands moving down to the waistband of your joggers before you slid the material down to your ankles. Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, you proceeded to remove the cloth from your ankles, now revealing your underwear to a rather eager Tom.

He jumped on this handy occasion to gracefully climb on the bed and lay down on the spot where he usually slept, waiting for you to be done and hand out the green flag like the gentleman that he is. Looking back at him, you once again felt your cheeks heat up due to crossing another line of the process. He smiled. “Don’t be shy. I want you.” Tom begged, arm extending towards your chest as an invitation for you to get closer- which you did. Now laying down next to each other, your hands rested against his chest as your bodies faced one another, feeling the warmth which emitted from his skin. He looked down at you, head leaning down and once again seeking for your lips before he was finally able to press them against yours.

You kissed back, now feeling more comfortable as his arms wrapped around your back in order to gently get himself on top of your body. You were consensually overcome by his much larger silhouette, one of your hands moving up to his shoulders as you carried on giving back what the man was generously offering you. As soon as grunts and low moans began to escape his lips, you could tell that things were about to move faster from this moment- legs spreading a little bit wider as you allowed the man to grind his hips against yours. You were able to feel his hardening member collide with and rub against your own clothed genitals- movements which soon led your entrance to leak juices and stains your panties.

“Look at you..” Tom began, breaking the kiss for a few seconds in order to catch his breath and finish his sentence. He was panting. “Legs already spread wide open for me.” The man stated, speaking nothing but obvious facts. You blushed. No one had ever spoken to you in such a way, and especially not on that specific tone which turned out to be quite exhilarating. Now moving his head down against the crook of your neck, you were able to feel warmth take over both your chest and crotch due to Tom still grinding his hips against yours. The movements stimulated your clit, sending chills down your spine and leading more love juice to leak out of your throbbing core. And even if the older man appeared more eager about the situation when it came to visuals, your soul was definitely suffocating with pleasure even if you remained slightly motionless and silent.

Sitting up on his knees, a smirking Tom made eye contact with you as he allowed himself to slide off your panties; taking them off your legs before carelessly dropping them to the side. Such a small piece of clothing certainly wouldn’t be a bother through your shared intercourse, which was the reason to why he decided not to pay much attention to where it landed. Besides, your father’s coworker felt too excited about what was to come to even care about such an irrelevant detail. You were panting, still trying to recover from this first contact which had left you damaged with pleasure and excitement. Though, little did you know, the real fun was only about to begin.

“My pretty girl’s got a pretty little cunt.” He praised, his fingers sticking together as he brought his hand down between your legs. You shivered, sucking in your bottom lip in anticipation to his upcoming touch. It would be the first time you would get touched by a man, by someone else than your own self. A part of you wondered how it was going to feel, though the second one couldn’t help but grow anxious and worried. However, before you could even think any further, you felt Tom’s fingertips collide with your sensitive core- sending chills down your spine and easily leading your hole to squeeze and contract. He chuckled, appreciating his good work and feeling satisfied about the way he managed to make you feel. Though, it wasn’t like Tom had ever disappointed a woman in bed before.

One of the older man’s hands landed beside your face, Tom holding himself up with the help of his left arm whilst his other hand took care of pleasing your core. His fingertips rubbed up and down your clit, sometimes pinching the hardened bud and manhandling it perfectly. His aim was to get your entrance to loosen up for him; and that especially after he took notice that you were a virgin. Tom wanted this intercourse to be pleasing for you too, and he was willing to use any tactic in order to help you to relax. His lips landed against yours again, trapping your moan within his cavity and pushing it back inside of your mouth with the help of his tongue penetrating your moist entry.

Once your moans began to get progressively higher pitched, Tom felt like it was now the right time to initiate you to the pleasures he was certainly going to provide you. Taking his soaked fingertips up to his lips, he allowed his tongue to taste the sweet juices before both his hands took ahold of the waistband of his briefs which was soon to be slid down to his mid thighs. You didn’t dare to look, eyes still staring at the ceiling until your view was blocked by your partner’s facial features. He smiled and you smiled back. “Well hello.” Teased the older man, a few words which easily led you to chuckle. In the position you two had adopted, you were able to feel his rocking hard shaft press against your clit- a sensation that didn’t fail to make you feel nervous.

“You ready, Princess?” Questioned your dad’s coworker, your legs immediately spreading a tad wider upon hearing those few words. Another kiss was laid on your lips, probably in order to distract you from the slight pain which was about to follow. And before you could know it, a warm mass was pressed against your cavity, soon penetrating your entrance and pushing past your hymen that broke on the instant. A high pitched groan escaped your lips which led Tom to intensify the kiss, his hips jumping on the occasion to move closer to yours until his cock had reached balls deep. Slowly pulling away from your face, his ocean blue orbs made eye contact with yours, analyzing your facial features in order to find out whether you were truly suffering or not.

“This is just temporary.” Promised the man, your entrance unwillingly clenching around his shaft which led him to let out a guttural moan. Taking his attention off you for a minute, Tom’s face looked down at your rubbing crotches- as if he wanted to make sure he was properly inside- before his head tilted upwards again. Noticing how you now appeared more relaxed, he was soon to begin the thrusting process- slow movements at first which progressively increased in pace with time. The friction created by the intercourse felt absolutely blissful- filling your soul with excitement and leading your heart to race. You were able to feel the muscle pump blood through your entire system as Tom continued to grind his hips against yours, happy grunts escaping his lips.

Both his arms slid underneath your shoulders, taking ahold of them in order to keep you more still through the pleasant process- and make it easier for him to thrust. Tom felt entirely satisfied with the situation that had taken place- taking notice of how you appeared to enjoy it too which could only make his member throb out of pleasure. Though his masculine ego still pushed him to check in order to receive a verbal confirmation. “You enjoyin’ this?” The man asked breathlessly, earning a single moan and nod from your exhilarated self. The man then proceeded to unexpectedly pull out, offering you no time to understand before you were flipped over onto your stomach. This once his hands landed on your bum, spreading your cheeks apart and admiring the way your entrance leaked with love juice. It looked extremely welcoming, and Tom was soon to step inside of your intimate home for the second time.

Feeling his cock penetrate you again brushed all of your worries away, eyelids shutting close as you began to be rocked back and forth against the bedsheets. Even without being able to see his face, you still managed to enjoy everything that Tom was providing you with on the instant. You could feel his pubic bone collide with your skin of your bum, your nipples perking up against the confines of the bedsheets. “Fuck baby.. So tight and juicy for me.” He praised, leaning down in order to offer your neck rough kisses and gentle bites. You moaned tiredly, rubbing your cheek against his like a cat would do against his owner’s legs. He had managed to take possession of your soul, and there was now only one way out.

Time passed, and Tom’s thrusts progressively began to grow sloppier. Being inexperienced, you couldn’t exactly tell that this indicated he was about to reach his high, though the way he appeared more tired and less energetic than before certainly gave you a clue regarding his state. Frowning out of exhaussement, the grown man was finally filled with temporary satisfaction upon sensing his shaft throb and pump semen out of his testicles in order to have the liquid spray out of his sensitive urethra. His semence stained your walls, giving no chance to the flesh of your cervix which was drowned in the thick liquid. You two moaned in harmony- this warm sensation providing you with one last bit of pleasure before your dad’s coworker agreed to pull out of you.

He collapsed on the bedsheets next to you, hand resting on his chest as he panted in order to recover from this intense moment. With the bit of energy that you had left, you managed to crawl until his silhouette in order to offer him a well needed hug, your arms burying against his ribcage as Tom was soon to turn to his side and secure your naked self with his large and muscular members. Feeling the warmth of his flesh in a whole other way still felt as satisfying as before, this cuddle providing you with as much happiness and bliss than the previous intercourse had.

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Daniel Sousa x Reader

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Written for Agent Carter Bingo 2022! @agentcarterbingo

Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: Daniel Sousa

Summary: Y/N's been in love with their best friend Daniel Sousa since they both started working at the SSR, but he's been hung up on Peggy since the first time he saw her. Now, however, Peggy's turned him down for a date and he's gone all the way across the country with a promotion to get some distance from her. Y/N went with him, but will it mean a change in anything more than location for the two of them?

Word Count: 1,916

Category: Fluff

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"Y/N, where'd we put that hammer?"

"You mean that hammer sticking out of your back pocket?"

Daniel blushed as he realized his mistake, and I grinned at him. He sheepishly took the hammer out of his back pocket and met my gaze.

"You know, I think you'd lose your own head if it weren't for me keeping things straight," I said. Daniel smiled.

"I think you just might be right."

With that, he turned to start working on one of the new desks for the bullpen. We'd been here since six this morning getting things ready for the grand opening of the SSR LA office in a few days, and now it was just a bit past lunch time. We'd made good progress, but there was still a long way to go.

"What do you think the odds are of us actually finishing this place in time for the opening on Monday?" I mused as I worked on my own desk, next to Daniel.

"I feel like we've got a pretty good shot," he said. He paused, then continued, "Besides, there's a few areas we can use to hide the rough edges. My office, for example, since none of the other agents will be going in there."

"Daniel, I say this with no judgement, but I think it's a terrible idea to plan on leaving your office as a disaster zone on the first day the new agents arrive."

"That sure sounded like judgement to me," Daniel said with a smile in my direction. I smiled back, then we continued our work in comfortable silence.

Three months ago, Daniel had taken a job opportunity to leave the New York SSR and head up the LA division as chief. And two months and twenty-nine days ago, I'd taken a job offer to follow him.

Despite the fact that Daniel's new job was decidedly a promotion, I knew the real reason he'd taken it was to get away from Peggy. He'd been completely in love with her since she walked into the office (understandably), and after she turned him down on the offer of a date, he'd just wanted to get out.

I could definitely relate. Daniel and I had been best friends since we both started working at the SSR. And the entire time he'd been hung up on Peggy, I'd been hung up on him. I kept hoping he'd notice that I was interested in him, especially since Peggy didn't seem to be, but he never did. So, like an idiot, I'd followed him to LA anyway on the off chance that something would change.

So far, it hadn't. But even if it never did, I at least got to keep spending time with him and having him in my life.

"Alright, that's one more desk down," said Daniel, leaning back with a sigh as he screwed in the last bolt on his desk.

"Make that two," I said, finishing up my desk right after him.

"Alright, so we've got one more desk to assemble in here, and then a bunch of filing cabinets. Which one do you want?"

"Desk."

"Alright, I'll meet you at the filing cabinets when we're done."

We worked through the rest of the day, just the two of us, banding together as a team and talking and laughing every step of the way. The moments that had us leaning against each other, supporting each other as we worked towards the same goal or rested after a long day of work, made everything else absolutely worth it.

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"It's times like these I start to regret telling Rose to take the weekend off," muttered Daniel as we worked to assemble everything in his office. The rest of the building was pretty much done, other than a few final touches if we had time, and as long as we could finish setting up the Chief's office tonight, we'd be ready for opening tomorrow.

"I don't know, I think it's good that we gave her some time to adjust to the city. We've been here a lot longer than she has, after all, and we've barely settled in."

"True," laughed Daniel. "Although I gotta say, the change in weather wasn't too hard to adjust to."

"Agreed. I am not gonna miss those New York winters."

We shared a laugh as I finished one of the filing cabinets and Daniel started on the second one. I set my tools down and crossed the room to grab the ladder and a lightbulb, then set up right under the light.

"We're so close, I can taste the freedom," I joked. "We need to go do something to celebrate once this damn place is actually finished."

"I agree. Got any bright ideas?"

I tried not to lose my focus as I climbed the ladder and reached the bulb at the top. I knew it wouldn't be a date, but I couldn't stop my heart from speeding up just a little at the thought of Daniel agreeing to go spend time together one-on-one outside of the context of work.

"Maybe we could go find a fun bar or club somewhere?" I mused, trying to sound casual as I worked on the light. "Or we could take advantage of the warm weather and hit the beach. Depending on how fast we finish all this, we might even get to see the sun set into the ocean."

Daniel didn't respond right away, and I swear I almost had a heart attack before he finally responded.

"That sounds like a great idea."

I could hear the smile in his voice, and butterflies exploded in my chest. I tried to keep cool so he wouldn't notice, and I got so wrapped up in it, that I leaned back just a little too far on the ladder.

I gasped and dropped the lightbulb as I flailed and tried to regain my balance. Time seemed to slow as I missed a grab at the ladder and fell backwards, losing my chance to catch myself and falling closer and closer to the ground.

Just as time started to speed back up and I braced myself for a very painful impact, I hit something else instead. Something much softer and more forgiving than the ground.

I looked up to find myself in Daniel's arms. He stared down at me with a bit of panic and worry on his face, despite how securely he now held me.

"You alright?" he asked.

"Yeah... Are you?"

"I'm perfectly fine," he said, giving me a reassuring smile. "The crutch even finally had a bonus since it helped brace me to catch you and keep us both from going down."

We shared a smile, and as Daniel stared at me and held me in his arms, my heart sped back up as fast as if I were falling off the ladder again.

"I, uh... you should probably put me down," I said reluctantly. My face felt like it was on fire, and I could only hope Daniel didn't notice how nervous he made me.

To be fair, he'd never noticed before.

"Oh, uh, yeah," said Daniel, seeming to remember himself. "Careful, there's some glass on the floor."

He looked down to try to avoid the glass as he gently set me down. I regained my balance and stood, but kept my hands on Daniel's shoulders. He kept his hands around my waist.

He didn't say anything as he stared at the ground, then suddenly looked up at me. Our eyes met, and Daniel's were wide, staring at me like he'd never seen me before.

"Daniel?" I asked softly.

His hands tightened on my waist, and he just kept staring at me. Finally, he spoke.

"I... this is gonna make me sound like an idiot, but... you look beautiful. Even with the dust from the ceiling in your hair. I, uh... I don't know why I never realized it before."

I raised an eyebrow at him, and he quickly looked away. He stared at the wall as he continued, apparently thinking out loud.

"You know, it felt like my world was ending when Peggy turned me down for that date. I'd built it up so many times in my head, built her up so many times, that it broke my heart into a thousand pieces. And the only thing that made me feel better was spending time with you."

My heart stopped dead in my chest. No way this was what I hoped it was. Right?

Daniel looked back at me, his eyes wide but a little less confused when they met mine.

"I almost had a damn heart attack when I saw you falling off that ladder," he said. "On the bright side... it finally made me open my eyes."

"Daniel..." I breathed. "What are you saying?"

"I... listen, I don't want to make you feel like you owe me anything, alright? It's more important to me to be your friend than anything else-"

"Daniel. Spit it out."

He sighed and spent a few seconds looking everywhere but at me. I noticed a serious blush rising on his neck, and my heart had sped up to a million miles an hour by the time he looked back at me.

"I'm in love with you. I'm an idiot for not seeing it sooner, but there you go. I... I really do understand if you don't feel the same way."

I couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud as a gigantic smile spread across my face. Daniel looked worried, but I explained before he could get too far ahead of himself.

"You're damn right you're an idiot for not seeing it sooner. I spend years quietly in love with you, and you're just now figuring it out?"

"Wait, what? Really?"

"Really, truly. You think you were the only one going crazy during that year you spent pining after Peggy?"

Daniel laughed, then pulled me a little closer to him. "Suddenly, I'm glad we gave Rose the weekend off."

"Yeah, well. I was thinking ahead."

Daniel looked like he was about to say something else, but I didn't give him the chance. I'd already waited long enough to do this.

I leaned in, steadily closing the distance between us until our lips met. Daniel seemed surprised for half a second, and then he kissed back even harder. We stayed locked like that, Daniel pulling me tighter to him as I deepened the kiss. The momentum made me stumble a step forward, and when my shoes crunched the glass beneath my feet, it was enough to briefly drag me out of the moment.

"Uh... we should probably clean up the broken glass before we... continue," I said, forcing myself to get the words out. Daniel groaned in protest, but he took a step back nonetheless.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're probably right."

We both stared at the mess around us, then our eyes met again and twin smiles broke out across our faces.

"Let's make this quick, alright?" he said. "We've got a lot of lost time to make up for."

"Way ahead of you, Daniel." I shot him a wink, then turned to start cleaning up the glass. Daniel had a few filing cabinets to go, and I still had to deal with the lightbulb, but after that? We had all the time in the world.

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