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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Long Days

Russell Baze x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: nakedness but no smut, cuss words

Author’s Note: This is so SOFT I cannot, I hope you like it darling

Requested: by @tealaquinn, Hello miss Maya❤️ how are you? Thank you for amazing fics that you’ve been spoiling us with💗 Can I please request Russell Baze (out of the furnace) x reader where they take a bath together after a long day (song h.e.r. fr Daniel caesar - Best Part) and they do face masks, laugh and just vibe together? Maybe they cook together their favorite meal while listening to their fav jams and dancing and just enjoying each other’s company? I really need to give some lovin to my man Russell🥺👉🏽👈🏽💗💗

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff

Song: Best Part by h.e.r.

(not my gif)

Russell had had a long few days. There were some things at work that he was worried about, not to mention that he was a little hesitant about getting out of jail and some things were happening with his brother. It was obvious that he was stressed. The only silver lining to his life was that you had stuck around for him, allowing him to come back to your arms the second he was released.

He was home today because it was the weekend but only for the first half of the day because they wanted him to work a bit in the evening. You rolled over onto his side of the bed, nearly making him fall over too. He buried himself into his pillow but wrapped his arms around your waist anyway, pulling you to his chest. You hummed, brushing his neck with your fingers.

“Good morning,” you muttered. He nuzzled his head into your hair.

“Morning.” The sun was seeping through the windows as you laid there for a while before you decided to get up and make breakfast. You had to really think about it though and by the time you tried to get out of bed Russell was having none of it. He grabbed your waist and pulled you back to bed.

“Russ, I’ve got to make some food or we’ll both starve,” you promised. He shook his head, burying his head into your back. You smiled and tried harder to escape his grasp but he just pulled you closer to him.

“Don’t go.”

“We can make some food together if you want,” you suggested. He didn’t say anything for a moment before he hummed a tad.

“You’ll make your coffee?” Russell only drank your coffee which was something that he hated while in prison. They wouldn’t let you bring anything to him even though you wanted to. He got as many cups as he could now.

“Of course.” He loosened his grip on you and you were able to get up. When you were on your feet you grabbed his hand and tried to pull him out of bed and he started to move a tad at that. You left him to finish getting up and padded on the hardwood floor to the kitchen. You started getting out some of the basics, bacon and eggs and toast while you waited.

Eventually he showed up and you handed him the coffee you had just finished making.

“Any chance I can get you to make the pancakes?”

“Anytime babe.” You smiled at him and got to work together, both of you only wearing your shirts and underwear. You started some music on your phone and danced around the kitchen as you talked and sang and distracted each other from the cooking.

You ate breakfast peacefully even if it was almost afternoon at that point. He had to go do some things at work after that and you made up some excuse on why he was late. You didn’t see him again until later that night, around 8. He looked exhausted when he walked through the door.

“Y/N?” he called to the seemingly empty house. He didn’t see you in the kitchen so he checked the bedroom. You weren’t in there either but the bathroom door was open and the light was on so he peeked in there. You were sitting on the edge of the bath, one of your robes on. You looked up to him when you saw he had arrived.

“Hey, you’re finally back. I was just drawing a bath, you wanna join?” You leaned over and held up your bottle of wine and one of his beer bottles. He immediately relaxed at the sight of you.

“If you’d let me, I’d love it,” he admitted. You nodded and he walked over. You grabbed his hand and rubbed his coulossed knuckle. You turned to the side and turned off the water as it reached near the top and he started to take off his clothes. You stood up, helping him unbutton the shirt as he relaxed into your fingertips. You left goosebumps in your wake and he had never felt calmer. You rubbed his shoulders and when he was finally undressed you took off your own robe.

You climbed into the bath and he followed, sitting in front of you between your legs. He leaned back into your chest and you started to massage his shoulders and chest, releasing whatever tension was left.

“Long days,” you muttered, “suck ass.” He chuckled and shook his head as your hands went over his hair. You smiled, kissing his head. He reached up and grabbed your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“You ain’t wrong there baby.”

You stayed in there a while longer but eventually you went back to your beds, laying together. He told you stories of his day and you discussed your thoughts on his coworkers (especially the ones you hated) and when he started to stress over his brother you hit him gently.

“I love you,” he muttered, his eyes getting droopy. You smiled and your fingers brushed his chin.

“I love you too. Are you going to sleep?”

“I might fall asleep, I'm so comfortable.”

“Do so then.”

“I will.” He laughed. You looked up at him and gave him one more kiss, his hand holding your shoulder and pressing him closer to you. You smiled and collapsed back on his chest.

“Goodnight baby,” he muttered.

“Goodnight Russell.”

#christian bale x reader #russell baze x reader #russell baze imagies

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bubblyani · 4 years

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Kind Eyes

(Russell Baze x Reader)

A Russell Baze One Shot

Genre: Fluff

Author’s Note : Truthfully I was in the middle of writing another request from a dear friend but after watching Ford vs. Ferrari (Le Mans ‘66) my Balehead fever returned and I couldn’t stop thinking about Russell Baze, Bale’s character from ‘Out of the Furnace’. And I couldn’t rest until I wrote this story. So, any Balehead out there...hope you enjoy!

The sound of the faulty engine made your eyebrows furrow with concern. All the sudden you couldn’t help but start panicking.

“No no no...” you muttered to yourself while keeping your hands on the steering wheel. No matter how much pressure you applied on the accelerator, all the car did was slow down until it came to a stop.

The road was deserted, yet you could feel the neighborhood watching you. Accidentally stopping in the middle of the road when you were on the way to get groceries; This certainly was not the best way to spend your first day in this town in Pittsburgh.

Was this bad luck sending you hints? You wondered. Was moving here a huge mistake? It should not be. Should it be a mistake to contribute to a hospital that lacked helping hands?

With a heavy sigh, you put your forehead on the steering wheel. Closing ones eyes, you hoped to not catch any glimpse of anyone witnessing your shame.

“Excuse me...Ma’am?”

A deep but gentle voice inquired from outside the half opened car window.

“Yes?” With a voice that was muffled, you answered. You saw nothing but darkness for your eyes were still closed ,unmoved from your previous position.

“Uh...is there something...wrong with your car?” The voice kept inquiring.

Embarrassed at your own embarrassing behavior, you let out another heavy sigh before finally sitting up to face the ‘inquiring’ man.

Except the embarrassment left your body without a single trace by the mere sight of him.

The man certainly was not what you expected to see. Long, brunette locks framing his face, with accentuated high cheekbones, he had a matching mustache and goatee.

Truthfully, he was nothing but appealing to you. But none of that drew your attention to him more than his eyes did.

Hazel in color, they looked kind. The type of kindness that has seen the pain in the world, yet choosing to be kind regardless. Cause that was who he was. At least what you thought he was.

Your wide eyes and silent wonder may have worried him, for he backed up, slowly raising both his hands up in defense.

“I’m sorry...” he said softly, with a nervous smile, “I’ll be out of your hair-”

“Wait! I...Ah!-”

You wanted to stop him. But your impatience led to your downfall when you burst out of your car, only to trip and literally fall down.

But he was quick enough, catching you in his arms.

You were safe in his arms, though it was just for a few seconds. The cotton flannel shirt he wore, felt soothing against your body. And the way he held you with such an innocent gaze, you were far from intimidated. So much so your panting helped stealthily catch a whiff of his musk; The type that made your cheeks burn as his face was merely inches away from yours.

“Ahh...I’m really sorry” you breathed, later worrying about your breath falling on his face. He shook his head gracefully. “Nawww...” he said, as you quickly stood up, “...it’s alright...”

“Actually, something is wrong with the car” you admitted, “it suddenly just stopped...”

“Is that right?” He asked, to which you nodded. Taking a peak at the front of the car, he walked towards it, “Mind if I take a look?”

“Of course, please” you could only answer with such eagerness.

Though it was not his, he familiarized himself with the vehicle so easily. Opening up the hood, he began to investigate while you watched with arms folded.

“Is this a rental?”

“Uh huh”

“Hmm...makes sense” He did not mean it ironically. Not at all. In fact, he sounded genuinely concerned.

Before you even could think, this intriguing stranger became a Good Samaritan. Moving so swiftly, from grabbing tools from his truck, and coming over, he made an attempt to fix the engine.

Quiet, that was he was while he worked. And that comforted you. He did not go out of his way to make any unnecessary small talk. Truthfully, the silence made it easier for you to watch him with sheer admiration. To admire the tattoos that were exposed on his neck and arms, to admire the way the sunlight shone over his head. People had started to fill in the neighborhood, but all you could see was him.

“You’re one lucky lady...”

He smiled, wiping the grease off his hands with a cloth a few minutes later. Your eyes grew bright.

“Is it-”

“Yes Ma’am”

Relief came over you in the form of a huge wave upon hearing this good news. And just like that, your worst day failed to keep it’s promise.

“Oh...Thank you so much”

You cried out, clasping your hands. The man merely smiled with shyness. Quickly grabbing his bag, he nodded in acknowledgment as he slowly joined the group of men that passed him by. The group of men that headed over to the steel mills that proudly stood a few miles ahead.

You couldn’t wait to share this story with someone. For it was a real life angel in disguise who stepped up for your aid, someone who stirred your heart after possibly ages. Getting into the car, you already imagined yourself sharing it. Until you covered your face with your palm, groaning in sheer frustration.

Why on earth did you not ask for his name?

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New in town.

That was the excuse you kept giving yourself. Whenever you had the urge to ask around about him, you gave yourself that excuse to push it away. Your foolish pride made you fear of the judgement of others. Besides, there was not many people you knew there.

However, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Throughout the entire weekend those kind eyes resided in your thoughts, never leaving you alone.

Desperation came to a point you would take casual strolls around town, hoping to catch a glimpse of him or bump into him by a happy accident. But life wasn’t so kind.

“More coffee for you, honey?”

Verona, the old waitress asked you as she stood by your table. Monday had dawned, and all you craved for was a diner breakfast for some reason.

“Yes...please” chuckling, you nodded indicating the empty mug right beside your plate of bacon and waffles, “It’s my first day at work...” you added, watching her refill “...so got a long one comin’”

“At the hospital? I bet” the woman said, “Oh god! Russell! Where you been hiding?”

Turning to her left, she called out to a figure who just entered the diner. Curious, you leaned to your left to catch a glimpse of this mysterious figure. Except he was not mysterious. It didn’t take long for you to recognize those brunette locks, that facial hair, those cheekbones, that smile.

Those kind eyes.

To your relief, those eyes widened with surprise upon seeing you, urging him to walk over to your booth with haste.

Euphoric, you felt euphoric. Suddenly, a long work shift didn’t seem so difficult. You felt like you received all the energy that you required for the entire week ahead.

Standing there with his hands in his pockets, the man flashed a warm smile, clearing forgetting Verona who stood next to you.

“Small world...” he said. Rich yet gentle, his voice was akin to honey. “Yeah well...small town heheh...” You replied, encouraging him to chuckle alongside you.

“Russell...you know this young lady?” Verona asked, with surprised look.

“Well I-”

“He helped me...” you interrupted excitedly, “...with my car” you added shyly. He shook his head innocently. “Naww...it was nothing...”

“Maybe...but still...thank you again” you said, with impatience and certainty, placing the cutlery on the plate. Your eyes were filled with gratitude, hoping he could read it. His own eyes blinked in acknowledgment, as you both recalled that fateful encounter in silence.

“You eating alone?” He asked, to which you nodded.

“Yeah...are you?”

“YES! Yes he is...”Verona cried out excitedly, pushing the man over to your booth, “....go on, grab a seat now, you” she insisted, making the two of you chuckle once again “...you want the usual? Of course you do” And before he could even respond, Verona left with a skip in her step.

“I’m Russell...by the way...”

Kind eyes took a good look at yours, while slowly sitting across from you.

“Y/N...” You pointed at yourself, stifling a smile but failing in the end. His movements were graceful as ever, running his fingers through his hair to brush them back. And just like you, he could not stop smiling.

“So Y/N...new in town, huh?”

Nodding, you took a sip of your coffee with that same smile, anticipating nothing but good as the conversation began. A conversation you longed to have throughout the weekend.

One of the many conversations you were to have and indulge with Russell Baze, the man with the Kind Eyes.

#christian bale #russell baze #russell baze x reader #out of the furnace #out of the furnace fanfiction #scott cooper #batman begins #the dark knight rises #the dark knight #ford v ferrari #le mans 66 #le mans '66 #christian bale imagines #christian bale fanfction

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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I would like to request a Russell Baze x black!female reader!

LAZY MORNINGS

Dad!Russell Baze x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: fluff, newborns, domestic stuff

A/N: I rewrote this three different times 😑

It's an early winter morning and you're feeding your newborn son. Snow's pelting the window above your bed, and the heater is running full blast to keep your poorly insulated apartment warm. This month's electric bill is going to be higher than a motherfucker. You look down at your son who is still suckling contently on your breast. He looks just like Russell when he was a baby, same dark hazel eyes and light tan skin. You'd hoped that he'd get darker as he got older but he was now three months old and still the same color he was when you left the hospital.

You hear stirring from your right and see Russell slowly starting to wake up from his deep sleep. You stroke your thumb down his perfect nose before playing with his long hair. You scratch his scalp and hear him release a low hum. Russell opens his eyes and lets out a long yawn.

"Good Morning baby," you say groggily, you'd barely been awake for more than thirty minutes.

"Mornin'." Russell's raspy voice has the little twang that you like so much you can't help but let out a chuckle. "What?" He asks, sitting up against the headboard.

"Nothing, I just love your morning voice. You've got a little twang that comes out more when you're sleepy."

"A twang? Like a southern twang?"

"Yeah a little bit. You kinda sound like you're from Georgia or something."

"I'm deeply offended by that statement," he says in his fake wounded voice. He gives you a kiss on the cheek. He peeks behind the bedroom blinds.

"Damn it's snowin' hard."

"There's that twang again."

"Shut up silly girl." Russell pinched your cheek. "I don't know how I'm gonna get through that."

"At least we've got snow tires."

"Yeah but the windshield wipers won't be able to keep up with the snowfall. I'm not risking my life to go to that shitty factory."

"I thought you were proud of working there? What was that whole speech you gave to Rodney about not being too proud to work an honest job?"

"I'm proud that I can provide for you and junior but it's still a shitty job."

"Just call in sick," you say, unlatching your baby from your breast.

"I'll burp him." You pass Russell your son and the burping rag. Russell gives him a few light slaps on the back before your son lets out a hefty burp.

"Just like daddy," Russell says proudly before giving him a kiss on his chunky cheeks.

"You're so gross," you say as you climb out of bed and head towards the kitchen.

"I hate for you to leave but I love to watch you walk about," Russell flirts. You roll your eyes and pull your box braids up in a half-up-half-down style with the hair tie you keep on your wrist and start making tea for yourself and coffee for your husband. You decide on a nice cup of Cinnamon Apple Spice to combat the fierce cold outside. As you start the coffee machine you hear the house phone ring next to you. The caller id shows that it's Russell's boss.

"Russell, your boss is calling," you shout. Russell rushes out of your bedroom, junior on his shoulder and answers the phone. Their conversation is brief and to the point before Russell hangs up.

"Bosses wife won't let him go out in this weather so no work."

"I didn't think it was that bad outside."

"Unlike you, the boss's wife actually cares about her husband's safety." Russell sassily walks to the couch to watch the news.

"Wow, I have such a sassy husband."

"It's the truth."

You and Russell spend the rest of his day cuddled in front of the TV watching the shittest day time programs and playing with your son. You two thought about taking him outside for a little bit but you ultimately decided to wait until he was older for him to play in the cold.

"He'll be fine," Russell reassures.

"He's three months old, he'll definitely get sick and who has to take care of him? Me and I don't want to take care of a crying, snotting, coughing newborn."

"Fine. He'll never get to experience his first snow," Russell whines, hanging his head low like a sad dog. You roll your eyes and slap him on the back.

"It'll snow next year you big baby. We'll just pretend it didn't snow until he was a year old."

"I believe it's immoral to lie to children."

"Please, you've committed worse sins."

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bubblyani · 4 years

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Hi hi hi! I love your writing! Can I please request more Bruce Wayne and Russell Baze?? Pretty please

Hey hey hey!! ✨

Of course you can sweetie!! And you’re in great luck! cause those two Bale! characters are the ones I’ll be writing for next 😍. Gonna write something that’s very close and personal to me. I’m so excited to share them all in good time. Kinda having a busy time atm. But I won’t disappoint anyone.

Hope you’ll enjoy them! Thank you so much for reading my stuff. It means a great deal 💕💕

Sending looooveee👋🏼❤️

#fzzziiiieee #asks #ask #christian bale #bruce wayne #russell baze #bruce wayne x reader #russell baze x reader

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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˜”*°•. Masterlist .•°*”˜

Taglist

This is a list of all my works by character and subject.

P.s I write specifically for curvy women and black readers. I will not change what I write for you. I can make it vague but that's it.

Requests are CLOSED

🌶️= smut 🧸= Fluff 🌙= Comfort

Adam Sackler

Dad!Adam Sackler Head Cannon 🧸

Not Good Enough 🧸🌙 (implied 🌶️)

Friend Part 1🧸 Part 2 🌶️

Don't Go 🌶️

Imperfect 🌙🧸 TW: ED

Loss 🌙 TW: Miscarriage

Charlie Barber

DILF 🌶️

Flip Zimmerman

Midnight Drive-in 🌶️

Wash Day (blurb) 🧸

Friends to Lovers 🧸

Forgetfulness 🧸

Slice of Life 🧸

Steve Rogers

A Steve Rogers Christmas 🧸

Sleepy Head 🧸

Druig

Bathroom Mischief 🌶️

Loki

Missing You 🌶️

Peter Parker

Sniffles (blurb)🧸

Bucky Barnes

Beefy!Bucky x Chubby Reader HC 🧸Tongue 🌶️

Trouble Makers 🧸

Good Father 🧸🌙

Thor

Thor x Chubby Black Reader HC 🧸NSFW Alphabet 🌶️

Frank Castle

Wounds 🌶️

Needy 🌶️

Bruce Banner

Panic 🧸🌙(some serious topics of PTSD)

Steven Grant

Pretty Please 🌶️

Miguel O'hara

Hear You 🌶️

Miguel takes you to meet his family 🌶️

Choose you 🌶️

Eddie Munson

Tiny Bullies 🧸

Fluff Headcanon 🧸

Taking Eddie's Virginity 🌶️

For You

Jim Hopper

Dad's Best Friend 🌶️

Hannibal Lecter (Mads Mikkelsen)

Brat 🌶️

Sam McDonald (Ginger Snaps)

Blue Dream 🌶️

Shopping Day🧸

Russell Baze

Lazy Mornings 🧸

Ethan Sawyer

Cramps 🧸

Matthew Lillard

Friends to Lovers Trope 🧸

Duncan Vizla

Ice Cold 🌶️

Mickey Altieri

Hair day 🧸

Tangerine

Hookup Extended Ver.🌶️

Closet 🌶️

Kit Walker

SOL Blurb🧸

Hurt- One. One Extended Ver. Two

Joel Miller

Sweetheart 🌶️🧸

Darlin' 🌙

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Hello miss Maya❤️ how are you? Thank you for amazing fics that you’ve been spoiling us with💗 Can I please request Russell Baze (out of the furnace) x reader where they take a bath together after a long day (song h.e.r. fr Daniel caesar - Best Part) and they do face masks, laugh and just vibe together? Maybe they cook together their favorite meal while listening to their fav jams and dancing and just enjoying each other’s company? I really need to give some lovin to my man Russell🥺👉🏽👈🏽💗💗

Sure love!! I’m okay, happy Easter if you celebrate lol. He really be domestic at the beginning of that movie and that beard and I love him very much. So I adore this request 🥰🥰 I’ll add it to my list!

#me still crying over russell baze holding flowers and crying? more likely than you thougjt

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bubblyani · 4 years

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Quiet

(Russell Baze x Reader)

A Russell Baze One Shot

Rating: Mature

Author’s Note: Another Russell fic won’t hurt at all. This can be considered to be connected to my previous Russell fic: Kind Eyes. But anyways, Enjoy y’all.

You’ve walked by it, drove by it more times than you could even count. But never ever did you expect to enter through that humble door and expose yourself to the home that existed behind it. Privilege you called it, something as rare as wining the lottery. Of course it was not a mansion or anything close to what could be called fancy. But for you it was equally special. It was his house. Right after keeping your handbag on the couch, you flashed a smile at Russell Baze when he came out of the kitchen, two bottles of chilled beer in hand.

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New one in town, you could never forget the help Russell offered and the amiability he displayed from the first day since he fixed your rental car that broke down in the middle of the road. How he offered to introduce you to almost everyone in town, how he did his utmost to make you feel as comfortable as possible was still fresh in your memory. You were always grateful for that. But more than that, he was simply a man you could not take your eyes off of. A man whose presence made you question the quickening of your pulse and the dilating of your pupils. Those of eyes of his you could not get enough of, that swept you off your feet without your awareness. Ever since that very first time, you had layers and layers of courage gathered up, just so one day you could bring yourself to ask him out on a date. But instead, to your relief, he ended up asking you first. It seemed like such a grand gesture, stopping by the hospital one morning before he went to work. You thought so because the hospital was definitely not in the same route as the steel mills. He was polite, he was gracious. And you certainly surprised yourself when you agreed to it instantly.

“Oh…” You exclaimed, covering your mouth. Given how desperate you sounded, you wondered whether you stepped on your own foot from the very start, “I’m sorry. That was too fast” you said meekly, “Please don’t mis-”

“No, its okay” Russell said, quickly shaking his head with a chuckle, “Actually I’m kinda relieved”

Taking your hands off your mouth, your eyes widened. “Yeah?”

“You kidding me?” He began, “Made things a whole lot easier” he said, sighing with relief. You chuckled back shyly. Stoic, he may have been, yet you found it distinctly memorable watching him walk away with the slight skip in his step, the little whoop he uttered to himself. It excited you.

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“Thanks…” you said, as he offered you a beer. Once the bottles were clinked, the both of you took small sips. The beer was chilled to perfection, quenching your thirst, moistening your throat as it flowed down. The date may not have been fancy, but it was more than satisfactory. Dinning together at your usual diner gave ample time for good conversation. And when he suggested a nightcap at his place, it just got a whole lot better.

“Mmmm…” you said, taking the bottle off your mouth, “You’ve done a great job with the place…” you added, taking a looking around. Ever since his father’s passing, Russell had been living here. You figured this had more life than it used to.

“Well…it’s nothing much…just a splash of paint here and there” He said so casually, taking another sip. You smiled. The man was too humble for his own good. And it actually made you fancy him even more.  “I beg to differ…” you said, taking the chance to walk around the living room, “…men like you…” you turned towards his direction, “…are a dying breed”.

Russell chuckled, proceeding to drink his poison whilst you turned back to find some framed photographs resting on a small table. There were two photos that caught your attention, both including two people. One was quite old, showing two boys smiling arm in arm by the steel mills, while the other was more recent. You guessed the older photo to be a childhood memory of Russell, with the other you assumed to be his brother. But, the fact you were vaguely aware of what had happened to his sibling, you were far from interested in bringing it up and making him uncomfortable. So instead of posing questions or trying to continue the conversation, you merely stood there quietly, praying he would continue on behalf of you. Before you could ponder any further, Russell appeared before you.

“That’s my brother, Rodney…” He said, taking the older photo to look closely. As relieved as you were that he started the conversation, a surge of sadness came over you. Empathy was not to be avoided here. You nodded slowly in acknowledgement.

“Were you guys close?” You asked softly, trying to avoid any unnecessary conversations of heartbreak.  “Oh yeah…” A sense of pride was evident in his voice, “I practically raised the little man back then” you could trace the paternal nature in his tone as he said that, “But we’d also play…like normal children” he added, chuckling.  “I can imagine…” you said, watching him put the photo back ,“ So…what kind of games did you guys play?” “So many…but nothing out of the ordinary”  “Even the Game of Tag?” “Yeah…” chuckling again, he said. As if he just recalled it all. “Really?” Putting the bottle down, you asked excitedly. “Yeah ye-” He was interrupted when he felt you poke him on the forearm all the sudden. “Tag!” You yelled, “You’re it!” Giggling, you hoped he would lighten up more and respond. And to your relief, his expression turned into a mischievous one, something new.

“Ma’am! You take that back!”

And just like that, a Game of Tag had commenced. You were full of squeals as you sprinted left and right when Russell chased you throughout the living room.

“You might wanna reconsider your strategy Mr. Baze, cause I’m pretty good at this…” You said with confidence, but still on your toes, giggling when he ran towards you.

“Well you might have to as well, cause this is my house…and I know …every… inch..Hey!” With each word, he darted towards your direction, except you skillfully managed to avoid his grasp. You both may have grown up in different places when you were children, but right that moment, it was as if your childhood selves had finally met and given the chance to play together. You made a cheating move by running off to a room, only to realize it was a dead end.

“Gotcha!” Russell yelled. He had already trapped you inside the moment you wanted to escape. Falling on to the bed in response, you saw him stand before you. “Told you…” He said, with his hands on his hips as he laughed. “Okay okay I give up…” you said, laughing alongside him “You win..” Regardless of who won, there were heaps of laughter. Two grown adults laughing at their own silliness.

Your laughter would have continued further, except it did not. Not when you noticed he had stopped. For he remained standing there, staring at you with a sudden awe. Your loose, long hair sprawled on the bed that could possibly be his, while the yellow hues from the light emitting from the lampshade next to the bed washed over the floral printed summer dress with buttons on the front that remained tightly glued to your body. It was not a common sight. Panting slowly, it came to your realization how the look in his eyes, it was not mere fascination. It was raw, primal, a silent attraction a red blooded man possessed, unable to control his own feelings. And truthfully, you could not argue with that. Not when you yourself could relate.

Slowly drawing your right leg up, you lifted it high enough that your foot managed to graze his stomach, then slowly moving towards his chest over his t-shirt. You were surprised by your own flexibility. You caught your breath the moment he held on to your bare foot, the air leaving your lungs as he placed gentle kisses on it with affection, his eyes never leaving your sight. You blushed with intensity. His facial hair tickled, sending tremors of life through your body, reminding the purpose of life itself. All this he managed to do, in quiet company.

You felt butterflies being birthed in you when you watched him slowly shed away his t-shirt, the lean muscles stretching out, revealing the glory of the tattoos that adorned his arms and neck. Russell had always been humbling, but seeing him this way gave out a sense of mysticism as well. With your legs pressed together, you slowly sat up the edge of the bed.

He stood close enough his knees brushed against your own. Extending his hand, Russell caressed your cheek. Physical communication even to this degree was something you craved for, the moment you met this man. You longed to be in the midst of his affections, to be the lucky owner to his loving touch. His thumb went over your soft lips, causing silent chaos within you, making your stomach clench. Looking into his eyes, you could tell what he was thinking. Or at least you thought you could. Those eyes always had power in them. At that moment he was in awe. He was quite thoughtful, but at the same time, there was hesitance lingering. As if he was unsure to carry on any further. Words not needed for you to understand that. Holding his hand that rested on your cheek, you gently pulled him down, urging him to sit beside you.

With your hand enveloped in his, you breathed in the silence watching him.The look he wore, you read it well. The sad history that lived with him behind those eyes. The pain he was forced to face. The many losses he had to endure in various forms. The loss of his father, his brother, his longtime love, leaving him behind during his time in prison. After all that, could he be wondering if he deserved any form of happiness at this point in his life? Ever since you were aware of all that, all you wanted to do was one thing: prove him wrong.

“So quiet…”

You finally spoke. Random but true. It was the first time you stayed quiet for this long. Sensing your voice, Russell looked at you.

“You don’t like it?” He asked. Shaking your head, you held on to his hand tighter.

“No…it’s…it’s actually comforting” you said, still looking at your hands, “It’s only comforting, when I’m with you”

Which was true. Being the blabbermouth you were, keeping quiet seemed like a dire task. But being with him, you were able to appreciate the necessary silence that lingered now and then. Looking up, your eyes met with his surprised ones. You saw those beautiful orbs turn warmer and sweeter. Reaching out, you stroked his head gently, running your fingers through his long brunette hair, sending him to the peak of peace he could meditate. Heavy was your heart by the sight of this. The love this man deserved was in abundance. Taking the chance, you went ahead, leaning forward to lightly kiss him on the lips. Cupping your face in response, your heart sang when Russell kissed you back, igniting the need for each other’s lips out in the open.

Joy radiated through you. The mere thought him kissing you was a force of nature you could not fathom. Yet there he was. Slowly getting up, you placed your hands on his shoulder, straddling him in the end. With your arms wrapped around his bare frame, you brought yourself closer to him, treasuring his kisses with every beat of your heart. Words were really not necessary.

Fire ignited and burned when you felt his hands clutching you by the collar of your dress, slowly unbuttoning it from the top. Pulling away from his lips, foreheads against one another, while he kept unbuttoning. Chilly air brushed against your bare skin the moment you felt your white lingerie greet his eyes. His hands stopped, while he took a deep breath. The pause indicated his subtle form of seeking permission. This respectful aspect about him was something you truly adored. But now was not the time. For you were burning inside. Burning for him.

Taking one of his hands, you placed them over your chest. You pressed it there, permitting him to wander and feel, permitting his warmth to penetrate through the fabric of your lace bra, making contact with the softness of your breasts. Making himself at home there, Russell kissed you, not hesitating to let the passion take over with confidence.

Passion was definitely taken over by storm. With no hesitation, even when all clothes disappeared from your bodies in a rush, tossed in all directions. Not a single question arose when kisses infused with loving caresses as bodies united. All that passion, carried out effortlessly and quietly, even when he hovered over you, finally entered you, moved inside you. Sound barely made out of your lips in the form of words. Cries of passions may have, but only reaching each other’s delicate ears when necessary. Yet, it was comforting, it felt complete. And you knew at that moment, words were not always in need to say your heart would beat for him, or skip that beat for him.

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