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thecleverdame · 4 years

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Control and Release - 32

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TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: After the rest of the staff is caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester. As the arrangement becomes more defined, you and Sam begin a sexual adventure with dangerous consequences.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

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Without fail, Sam used to wake up early and go to the gym. He’d be up before the crack of dawn, sweating out all his frustrations and pushing himself harder than he probably should. That was before. Things have changed. It’s no longer as easy for him to jump out of bed and start the day. Life has shifted. It didn’t happen all at once, it was little by little, his obsession with work waning as you become a focal point in his life.

It’s before five. The streets are quiet, most of the world still asleep as Sam lies on his side watching you. He’s been awake for an hour, silently watching your back rise and fall. It’s dark save a tiny bit of ambient light filtering through the curtains, but it’s enough.

This isn’t a new thing. Lately, he wakes up early and uses these moments to think, to wrap his head around the constant chaos that’s his life. And his favorite early morning pastime is watching you sleep.

This morning you’re belly down on the bed, a hand shoved underneath your pillow. The side of your breast is soft and round and warm. He thinks about how warm and soft your skin is. He gets lost in the middle of meetings wishing he could touch you, feel you pressed against him.

The blanket is pulled just over your ass, leaving your naked back exposed. There’s a subtle rise and fall as you breathe deep and even, lost somewhere in dreamland. You’re perfect and you don’t have a clue.

He stares at the curve of your hip, that slope of your waist that he likes to grab on to. You’ve told him you’re self-conscious of that part of your body but he can’t imagine why. Everything you fuss over he finds flawless. You were beautiful when he first met you, it’s part of why he pursued you. But the more he gets to know you,the more breathtaking you become. Every day he notices some new little area he wants to touch and kiss and watch while he fucks you.

Time in London is coming to an end. It’s been eight weeks of nonstop work but he’s confident in the expansion of his business. Toni will run things here, and she’s good at her job. He’ll be able to go home without worries about the day to day.

He should feel satisfied, but he finds himself unsettled.

In these quiet moments, he thinks about himself. Who he is, the man he’s become. He’s honest. He knows returning home will mean a shift. No more sharing a hotel room, back to the grind of the work week. He’s enjoyed this time with you, become accustomed to your constant presence in his bed and in his life. He doesn’t want to go back to how it was. You with the shitty apartment that you insist on staying in. Weeknights alone.

He should just tell you what he’s feeling but he doesn’t even like to admit it to himself.

You shift, cheek rubbing over the pillow, mouth falling open as you settle back in. Jesus, he’s done for and he knows it. This is as good as life will ever get. He’s fully aware that he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve to be this happy. And he doesn’t trust it. In his experience, the next misfortune is always waiting right around the corner. Adversity is always hiding in the shadows, one moment away from total catastrophe. He’s balanced on a house of cards hoping a stiff breeze doesn’t blow him over.

“Sam,” you whisper, eyes blinking open and closing just as quickly. You’re still asleep. This is Sam’s favorite.

“Hmmm?” he hums, stroking a hand up your back, grazing over a shoulder blade.

“I like you so much,” you mumble, stretching out long. You’re dreaming and he wonders what goes on your head. Your inner thoughts are the thing he wants most but will never have access to.

He grins, watching your face fall lax again as you slip back into the deep.

“I like you so much too.”

He fell back asleep without realizing it and when he wakes up for the second time he’s not sure where he is. There’s an overwhelming pleasurable sensation and when his eyes pop open he realizes why.

The covers are pulled back and you’re on your knees between his thighs with his cock in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he rasps, hands going to the crown of your head. Your mouth is unbelievable, hot and wet, always perfect around his cock. And the way you suck him like you’re getting off on it is enough to make his balls go tight.

“Good morning.” You smile as your mouth pops off his dick. Wet lips pulled back over pearly teeth as you grin like the Cheshire cat.

“Shit,” he chuckles, forcing himself awake as he looks down at you. You caress him, palm curled around him and stroking over the head of his cock and back down to the root. Slow and steady as you dip back down and take the tip into your mouth.

When he’s in charge you’re gagging on him, mouth drooling, eyes watering with him shoved into the back of your throat. But there’s something just as appealing about this, you happily sucking his cock, tonguing around the crown before taking him into the back of your mouth.

Your other hand cups his balls and he thinks he might blow his load right here and now. You’ve gotten good at reading his body. You’ve been studying him the same as he’s been memorizing you.

“Get up here,” he huffs, tugging at your hair. You respond immediately, almost always obedient to his orders.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you knee your way up, straddling his waist. You lean down to kiss him, a wet, happy kiss that makes his belly flip. He simultaneously loves and hates the way it feels to be this affected by anyone.

“I thought I’d wake you up.” Grinning against his mouth your pussy rubs along the underside of his cock where it’s curled up against his stomach. You rub yourself on him up and down, letting the crown rub over your clit until he’s coated in your slick. “God, you’re so hard.”

“I woke up with my dick in your mouth.” He gives your ass a squeeze, both hands cupping your backside as you slide up and down his length. Jesus, he could watch this all day. The way you take his cock between your folds, teasing the head only to slide back for another pass.

He’s close already, he normally holds out longer than this but you’ve caught him in a vulnerable state.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” His teeth click together, head pressing back into the pillow. He opens his eyes just in time to watch the first spurt of cum shoot over his belly. You make a wonderful little sound, grabbing his cock and quickly sinking down on him as he finishes his orgasm inside your pussy.

“I like it better inside me,” you quip, raising yourself up and down on his cock, fucking him through it as he jerks and bucks from the release.

You kill him when you say things like that. He’s the one with the filthy mouth but sometimes you whisper things that make his cheeks red.

“You want me to fuck you?” he offers, sitting up, holding your hips in place. You smile, both hands threading through the hair at the back of his head.

“You’re still hard?”

“That was some blowjob.” You giggle as he flips you onto your back, mouth falling open, thighs squeezing around his hips as he slides back inside in a slow thrust.

“Better hurry, you’re going to be late.”

7:30am

He has a budget review meeting that’s dull as dirt despite Mick’s colorful personality. It’s his money and reputation on the line. There was a time when that alone was enough to keep him hanging on every word but not anymore.

8:30am

Pepper delays his skype call with a financier in Tokyo to deal with a minor crisis back home in Boston. He’s been away too long and apparently, people have forgotten what the expectations are. There’s been a mix up with documents for a legal case in New York. A courier handed off the wrong folder. They’re looking at a delay and possible reprimand for compromising a client’s personal data. There’s also a leak in the men’s bathroom on the eighth floor that requires a total overhaul. That means a construction crew and several dozen employees temporarily relocated.

10:47am

Sam’s forty-seven minutes late for the weekly wrap up led by Toni and Mick. True to her style, she didn’t wait for him. She’s in the middle of dressing down a guy in middle management when he enters and all eyes shift to him. He glances at Toni and then around the room at the sea of semi-familiar faces before he lands on you.

There’s not enough room, so chairs have been added against the sidewalls. You’re sitting behind Cole, notepad open. God, he’s happy you're here. Not that he’ll be able to talk to you, but just being in the same room is something. You flash him a smile that’s a far cry from every other somber face in the room. There are sixty W & S employees who are scared shitless of him and then your wonderful face lights up when you see him.

He returns a hint of a smile but it’s enough acknowledgment for you go back to your notes. Millie who’s sitting beside you looks away the second he makes eye contact with her.

12:30pm

Pepper has sushi delivered and you arrive at his office right on time. He’s got a video conference with the board. You silently take a seat on the other side of his desk, eating and watching him get into over market fluctuations.

Twenty minutes later he’s off to his next appointment. He gives your hand a squeeze as you turn to leave.

“Sorry we didn't have a chance to talk.”

“It’s okay,” you smile giving him a wink. “I know how busy you are.”

Standing on your tiptoes, you kiss his cheek. It’s soft and quick and far too sweet for anything he deserves. You could make a big deal out of this if you wanted to. You could demand more of his time and God help him, he’d find a way to make it work because he won’t lose you. But you never make him choose. Occasionally you swoop in with a gentle reminder to attend to your relationship, but other than that you respect his dedication to the business. He’s forever grateful for that.

Pepper comes in with his jacket, ready to whisk him away to a waiting car.

“I love you,” you whisper at the shell of his ear, so quiet he scarcely hears it.

He’ll never get used to anyone saying those words to him, least of all you.

He sits through his meeting getting lost in his own thoughts. He wonders if his mother used to whisper those three little words to him when she laid him in his crib. If he tries hard he thinks maybe his dad said it once or twice.

Sam had successfully categorized himself as unloveable long ago. He’s an asshole. His reputation hinges on his ability to be level headed and utterly ruthless. Love was something for men who weren’t permanently damaged.

And yet here he is.

When he gets back to the office, his schedule is jam-packed. He never used to mind it, running from one meeting to the next. He got a high from it, an adrenaline rush from the breakneck pace. Work filled every waking moment and that was how he preferred it. He didn’t have to think about anything else, every waking moment was filled with strategies and budgets and concepts ripe for the picking. He was all in.

Today he finds himself between meetings, locked in a private bathroom on the second floor just to have five minutes of peace. He’s already late for a follow up with Mick and there’s a laundry list of information he should be reviewing. But instead, he’s sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, staring at the wall.

Maybe he’s getting old. That must be it. Time waits for no man and age is finally catching up to him. He needs to talk to his nutritionist and get back to a normal routine. Watching you sleep is an indulgence that he’ll have to let go of. He needs sleep and the gym. He needs self-control.

He doesn’t get back to the hotel room until just after eight. He wants to stay in, he’d prefer nothing more than to order room service and lay in bed but that’s not his life.

“Hey!” you call out from the bathroom. “Welcome home.”

“Thanks,” he glances around the room at several dresses hanging from various perches. “Are you going out?”

“Yeah, I was gonna tell you.” You wander into the main room in a bra and panties. Sam swallows hard. “I can’t decide what to wear. What do you think?”

“What’s the occasion?” he asks.

“Mick invited us all to this bar for drinks. It’s a going-away thing. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, of course not.” He needs to tell you. “In fact, I have plans as well. Toni and I are going to dinner. One final review before I leave.”

“Oh,” you return quietly.

You’re facing the bed and he watches your whole back go tense.

“I can’t avoid these kind of situations simply because I have a past with her.”

“I never ask you to.” You turn toward him, eyes meeting. You’re pissed. Or maybe it’s just jealousy.

“I know and I appreciate that.”

“She thinks she’s better than me. She looks down on me as if I’m some little girl. A comical annoyance that she’d prefer to squash if she could. She makes me feel small.”

“I don’t want anyone to make you feel that way.” He’s not sure what to say. Does he reassure you? He’s not sure if you’re looking for a response or simply sharing your feelings. “Will Cole be there?”

“I’m sure he will. Along with twenty other people.”

“Then don’t wear the black dress, it’s too much for a work function. The red one is better.”

He loves the way you look in that little black dress. It’s not revealing but it hugs every curve and there’s something about the length of it, the amount of thigh it shows. He can’t stomach the thought of Cole sizing you up in his favorite dress.

“I’ll probably be out late,” you explain, pulling the red dress on and turning around for him to zip you up. “See you later.”

Sam’s half done with his meal listening to Toni talk at length about her last vacation in the south of France. He might be there in body, but his mind is elsewhere.

He’s been thinking about Jess lately. She used to only pop up on quiet, lonely nights. Blurry images of her face flashing before she slipped away. But this last year she’s been in the forefront of his mind.

For years he could hardly remember her face. The details faded with time and she was like a distant memory. A story from somewhere else’s past. But over the last few months she’s flooded back to him.

He can remember the way she smelled. Sweet and fruity, a body wash she used to buy that gave her skin this faint scent of strawberries. He can taste the chocolate chip cookies, feel them in his hand, still warm from the oven.

Their apartment was a small one-bedroom with creaky wood floors and low water pressure, but nothing ever felt more like home. Her stuff was everywhere, she bought her entire life with her, a household of belongings. He brought a duffel bag of clothes and a single family photo.

She gave Sam little pep talks. Anytime he expressed even a hint of self-doubt she’d crawl into his lap and tell him a hundred reasons why he was wonderful and capable and meant for greatness.

The memory shifts and he can feel her skin. He used to stay up late studying, crawling into bed well after midnight. She’d peel her pajamas off, kissing him as he did the same. That soft strawberry skin was like silk under his hands, every inch of her pressed against every inch of him. She’d whisper in his ear when they fucked. Sometimes sweet, sometimes filthy. But it was always about love; the way she loved his touch, his cock, his heart.

And then, just as life was better than he ever could have hoped for, Jess was dead.

All that warmth and love, the home, the life, it was gone like it never existed.

“Are you even listening to me?” Toni sits back in her chair, crossing her arms.

“No,” Sam admits, setting the cloth napkin on the table next to his plate. “Today was brutal. Just going over it in my head. Pulling a game plan together.”

“Well, I’m ready for a nightcap.” She raises her arm to get the attention of the server. “Why don’t we go back to your place and review the projections one last time. Get a headstart on tomorrow.”

“Sure.” He nods. “Sounds good.

Sam and Toni head back to his room, and he pours himself a glass of water, opening his laptop and waiting for her to finish in the bathroom. She’s been in there for ten minutes and he’s starting to wonder if something is wrong when she finally emerges.

She’s in her underwear, white lace panties, and nothing else. Her breasts are small and perky, hard nipples already at attention. Her body doesn’t look much different than when she was younger.

Shit.

“Toni,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is not…”

His words leave as she slinks toward him, practically crawling onto the couch.

He momentarily wonders if he’s become detached. Reading people has always been his forte but this but takes him so off guard that he’s stunned, a deer in the headlights as the moment unfolds.

There are a thousand thoughts at once. She’s a beautiful woman, a beautiful naked woman and yet he finds himself indifferent. He needs to make this as painless as possible, needs to find a way to turn her down without making things so awkward that they can’t work together. Sam needs Toni to run the London arm of his company, he can’t alienate her. You’d be so mad if you knew this happened. Does he tell you? He’ll worry about that later. He’s not done anything wrong. You’ll understand, you always do.

“Stop,” he hisses, pushing against the back of the couch.

“Come on, Sam.” She flashes a confident grin, then yanks his shirt from where it’s tucked into his pants. “For old time’s sake.”

“I said stop,” he says again, watching in wonderment as she doubles down. One hand slides into his hair, the other at his belt, getting him half unbuckled before he gets his wits about him. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” she purrs. “Come on, you have to want something more exciting than getting your dick sucked by a glorified secretary. Judging from all the pent up tension I’d say you’re in need of a little more satisfaction.”

She’s making it exponentially worse.

He draws in a breath and hesitates. Is this happening? Of all the things he’s got going on this is the last thing he needs. She takes his silence as encouragement and leans forward, pressing her lips against his mouth.

“That’s enough,” he grabs her wrists, pushing her backward. “I’m not sure what about our interaction has led you to believe this is something I want, but I don’t.”

“You have to be kidding me.” Sitting back on her heels, she examines him, eyes narrowing.

Sam knows her. She wants him because she can’t have him. Because of his status and the power he wields. More than anything he’s willing to bet the appeal comes from the fact that she’s competitive. She doesn’t like that you have something she wants.

Toni likes to be at the top of the food chain.

“Get dressed.” Sam scooches back, clearing his throat. “We’ll pretend this never happened.”

“You’re turning me down?” She holds her head held high. “Seriously?”

“This isn’t going to happen. Let’s just-”

There’s the familiar electronic beep of the keycard being slid in the lock and the door opens.

You stop dead in your tracks, a happy-go-lucky smile melting away from your face as you come upon the scene of the crime. Looking back and forth from Sam to Toni your mouth falls open, eyes going wide.

Fuck. Fuck.

Sam’s frozen, looking in horror at you standing in the doorway. You’re dumbfounded, the reality of what’s happening taking time to sink in.

“Good evening, Y/N.” Toni sits up straight, proud little smile with her tits on full display. “We didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

Your mouth snaps shut, eyes darting from her to Sam and he wants to punch the wall. Wordlessly you turn and walk out of the room.

“Goddamn it!” Sam shouts. He grabs Toni’s wrists, giving her a yank. “Get dressed and get the fuck out of my room.”

By the time he makes it to the hallway, you’re halfway to the elevator.

“Y/N!”

“What?!” When you turn back you’re wild-eyed, fighting back tears. Your mouth contorts in repulsion. “Jesus Christ Sam! I can’t stand to look at you right now.”

“Don’t overreact.” Fuckfuckfuck. He knows it’s the wrong thing to say, even before you recoil. He can’t think fast enough, the words are just tumbling out of his mouth.

He can’t remember the last time he panicked like this.

“Don’t overreact?!” you sputter, taking several steps away from him. “Fuck you! I trusted you. I must be so stupid. It never even crossed my mind that you would do something like this.”

“Nothing happened,” he counters, holding up both hands with palms out.

“Don’t lie to me. Something sure as fuck happened.” You look him over from head to toe, so disgusted that your mouth sours and you have to look away yet again. “For a guy who’s all about the details you’re not covering your tracks very well. You’ve got her lipstick on your mouth and your fly is still down.”

“What?” Sam feels at his crotch and sure enough, he’s unzipped. He’s not sure when that happened. “Look, she tried and I-”

“And you what? Let her take her clothes off? Did you fuck her?”

“No, of course not.” This is bad. He can see the escalation, the hundred ways this situation can get even worse.

“I don’t get it.” Your voice breaks as tears slip down both cheeks. His heart falls into his stomach. He’s hurt you a million different ways, both intentional and unintentional, but this might be the worst. “I thought we were in a good place. I try everything you want. I gave you a blowjob this morning. What could you possibly want from her that I’m not giving you?”

“Nothing,” he reaches out, moving toward you and you step back in tandem. “Nothing happened. I know this looks bad, I get that. But nothing happened. You came back at the worst possible time, but nothing was going to happen. That’s the truth.”

“Oh, this is my fault?” you yell. “I need to get out of here. I have to think.”

You’re tipsy, he can see it now. The wobble in your step, the way you tilt your head.

“Don’t leave.” He grabs your arm, forcing you to look at him. “If you leave it automatically makes things worse than they are. You can stay here and be pissed at me. We can talk. I’ll sleep on the couch. Just don’t leave, please don’t leave.”

Your face softens, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you consider his plea.

He knows how desperate he sounds and it makes him sick. Despite the love he has for you it’s painful for him to beg anyone for anything.

Crossing your arms over your chest you look toward the door. “She’s still in there.”

“She’s leaving.” He gets close enough to put his hands on your shoulders and nearly breathes a sigh of relief when you let him. “Just let me get her out of there. Don’t go anywhere.”

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dontreadthistrashgarbage · 5 years

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Pt. 6

Guerin got a call at her desk halfway through a project she was working on for HEET. Groaning at the interruption since she knew it would take a while to get her focus back, she took a moment to exhale before answering. "This is Go Guerin."

"Guerin it's Han Jisoo. I need you to come to my office right now."

"Yes, I'm on my way." She said cheerfully before hanging up. Leaving her hand on the phone she stared at it for a moment. "I'm getting fired." She said outloud. Her entire life any time a higher up had asked to see her in their office she immediately assumed the worst. Her stomach churned as she tried to calm herself down, then she stood up, stuck her cell phone in her pocket and left to see the CEO of her company.

She knocked gently on the door and peered in to see Jisoo, who looked up and gestured her in. The room also had a PR manager, the company lawyer and HR. [Yeah this is either about the case or I'm being fired.] She stepped inside and bowed, greeting everyone politely.

"You're not being fired." Jisoo, the CEO quipped.

"Oh thank god." Guerin exhaled, her hand going to her heart as tension left her body.

"I've known you for a long time Guerin. Things have been rough lately and we're working on it. You're an excellent worker and overall an asset to our company, and you're a very good friend." Jisoo said, smiling, though Guerin caught the strain on her face and the serious expression everyone else wore.

"Thank you, I love my job and I want to do well at it. I like this company and how it is run." Guerin bowed with gratitude before sitting down as Jisoo gestured. She looked curiously around.

"All that being said, just like we were worried about you've been targeted again by rumors." Jisoo frowned. Guerin's heart sank, she had just started getting back to her normal mood. What happened now?

The PR manager, Jaemyun showed a printed out article from dispatch, "This was published online about fifteen minutes ago." She informed Guerin, who leaned forward curiously. Her mouth dropped open as she read the headline and stayed open the rest of the article.

"WOW OF A.C.E CAUGHT ON A DATE WITH CONTROVERSIAL FOREIGNER MANAGER OF HEET"

The article was punctuated by a picture of Seyoon and Guerin sitting in the cab, smiling, and another of Guerin getting out and leaning over to say goodbye.

"As you are aware, if you are dating a celebrity we need to know so we can react appropriately." Mina, the lawyer, spoke up.

"Yes of course I know! Which is why you haven't heard anything. We're not dating! We're friends! A bunch of us went out for karaoke and drinks last night and Seyoon rode with me to make sure I got home safely after drinking." She felt embarrassed admitting she had gotten drunk the night before in a professional setting, but she knew in this instance complete honesty was important.

"I figured it was something like that." Jisoo sighed and rubbed her temples. "We've contacted Beat Interactive. They're on their way with Seyoon now so we can talk about how to best handle this. Let's relocate to the conference room."

Guerin's phone was vibrating like crazy while she waited with everyone for Seyoon and his company to come. Charlie and HEET had gotten wind of the scandal as well as some other acquaintances. She only responded to The first two with assurances that she was okay and everything was getting straightened out now before putting her phone on silent and putting it back into her pocket.

It didn't take long for Seyoon, Minseok, Beat Interactives own legal and PR team as well as the CEO Kim Hyeim herself to come in. Everyone stood and bowed, greeting each other appropriately before settling in to discussions.

"Go Guerin has already informed us that they were not on a date." Jaemyun started.

"Kim Seyoon confirmed that, he said they met with a group and he made sure she got home safe as a friend." Started the other PR manager.

Seyoon tilted his head slightly and raised his hand, "Excuse me, but that's not exactly what I said."

For a moment everyone looked at him before Hyeim finally spoke up, "Is there something you want to clarify further?"

"Ah... yes. I said we did meet with a group of friends and it wasn't a date, and that I did excort her home. But it wasn't as a friend." He seemed to have finished talking despite everyone staring at him in need of more information. A few people glanced at Guerin but she was just as lost and put her hands up defensively, unable to withhold an awkward laugh.

"Kim Seyoon, please excuse us but could you explain what you mean by that." Jisoo requested in a polite but stressed voice.

"I like Guerin." He said simply, looking at Jisoo, before his eyes went to Guerin who stared back at him in shock, hands over her mouth, "I've been meeting her as a friend but also with the intention of developing a relationship eventually."

Guerin let out another awkward laugh through her fingers, eyes wide as she ran her hands through her hair in shock before stopping at her neck. Blinking rapidly she tried to center her thoughts.

"I'm guessing this is news to you." Mina stated with a sigh.

"Yea- yes. This is not what I expected." Guerin corrected her formality, sitting up and trying to look professional again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want it to come out this way." Seyoon said, still watching Guerin's reaction with his unreadable expression. He finally broke his stare and glanced around making it clear the apology was also intended for the rest of the people in the meeting.

"That complicates things." Jisoo frowned and looked at Hyeim, "What is your company policy on dating?" Everyone got filled in on the rules, Seyoon looking back to Guerin who was now chewing her lip thoughtfully. He smiled at her again and she couldn't help sending a smaller smile back to him.

"Go Guerin." Jaemyun brought her back to reality, "If you two are dating we'll need to-" she stopped talking to see Seyoon had raised his hand to politely interrupt again.

"I'm sorry, but we aren't dating. Guerin has only just heard of my intentions and she has not responded." Seyoon smiled as though unaware of the tension. Hyeim put her face in her hands and Jisoo coughed as they both tried to hide what might have been a chuckle.

"I see." Jaemyun nodded slowly, "Go Guerin, are you planning on responding to Kim Seyoon soon or should we write a statement without one?"

"I'm- I'm so sorry." Guerin looked around at everyone, "I've just been taken by surprise. I don't know what to say. And the talk I need to have is... a private one with Kim Seyoon." She finished the sentence hyper aware of how inappropriate it sounded, but relied on the others to understand.

"Why don't we get started on the first part while you two talk? There's some other details we need to address as well regarding Guerin's current legal issues." The Beat Interactive lawyer said. Guerin started as though he had slapped her in the face. Of course that would be a problem now, the case hadn't been resolved so her reputation was controversial and could affect all of A.C.E. Recovering she stood and bowed, then followed Seyoon out.

He turned to her just outside the door but she moved past him, grabbing his sleeve and leading him to a smaller unoccupied meeting room. Closing the door she let out an exhale and leaned against it, eyes shut for a moment as she recuperated. Blinking her eyes open she met Seyoon's gaze and couldn't help but laugh, shoving him slightly.

"What the hell Seyoon?!"

"I was gonna talk to you tonight but, it seemed like a bad idea to hide that." He shrugged.

"I mean yeah, can you imagine if they said we were just friends for that to change in what a week? A month? That would have sucked." Guerin agreed.

"So, if it would have changed," he took a step toward her, taking her words literally, "Does that mean they have?"

"I- I mean." She stammered then put her hand on his chest to stop his approach. "You're distracting me!" Guerin complained. His smile grew, narrowing his eyes mischeviously.

"So you find me distracting?" He wiggled his eyebrows and bit his lip bit didnt advance any closer.

"Yeah of course!" She couldn't hide it, "You're too damn sweet and cute and weird and handsome. You're fun and you keep me on my toes but you also are so genuinely supportive and kind, aaaaaaahhh." She groaned covering her face with her hands again. He reached for her wrists and took her hands in his, holding them both between them. She sighed hopelessly at him.

"You said you acted without thinking last night. I thought you meant that it was a mistake."

"Ah... I meant that I wasn't thinking because I just wanted to be in contact with you." He swung her hands in his lightly as though showing her what he meant, "But I didnt want to say it over text."

"I was actually disappointed." She admitted with a laugh.

"Does that mean you like me too?" He wiggled his shoulders at her and made her chuckle. Guerin peered into his eyes pensively, her heart beating rapidly.

"... yeah. I do. Of course I do."

He pulled her toward him, wrapping her arms around himself before hugging her tightly back. She stepped into it willingly, as she rested her chin on his shoulder and his body against hers, in her arms, it felt surreal. She had idly wondered what embracing him would feel like and now it was happening. But reality brought her back to her senses. Remembering the biggest obstacle, she reluctantly pulled away from him. He was still grinning but it faded slightly at her expression of regret.

"Seyoonie, even if I like you I don't know that we should date..." she started.

He tilted his head inquiringly, waiting for her to continue, "Your lawyer mentioned my case... I have a really bad reputation right now. It's already risky enough when an idol dates but... someone like me? A foreigner with rumors of attacking a fan? How would that affect A.C.E? Your whole career?" She trailed off again, not knowing what to say next.

Seyoon looked pensive and nodded slowly before speaking, "I love being a singer. It's my dream and I don't want to lose that."

"I know, and no one is worth giving that up for!" She agreed quickly.

"We know you're innocent. That's going to be revealed soon." He nodded along with his own reasoning, "And I'm going to get married someday. So I might as well begin with someone I like."

Guerin laughed loudly at his self satisfied expression with his simple logic, "You're too cute, it's killing me."

"Noonaaaa don't die yet." He poked his own cheek as he pouted, "We haven't even kissed yet."

"You little." She failed to look stern and tapped his lips lightly with her hand. He responded by wiggling closer to her. Getting swept up she chose to meet his challenge, moving forward she pecked him suddenly on the lips, then ducked away.

"Hey, wait I wasnt ready!" He called out surprised and reached out to grab her. She spun his arm and turned him so she was facing him and he was up against the wall as she smirked at him in his surprise before he licked his lips and gave a naughty smile.

"Okay, so get ready again." She moved her hands to his torso and leaned in again, eyes fluttering closed. He leaned in the rest of the way to kiss her lingering for a few seconds before they both begrudgingly separated.

"So... we should find out what our bosses have to say. About us..." she felt disheveled suddenly, straightening her clothes and running her hands through her hair. He watched her with a smile before taking her hand again.

"First, you have to tell me." He said.

"Tell you what?" She asked.

"You have to tell me you like me."

"I already did! And then I showed you." She winked then laughed in embarrassment.

"No, you only agreed with me." He glanced up, "and then you showed me." He nodded and looked back at her, "But I want to hear the words."

"Youuuu..." she trailed off, her heart unable to handle this giant baby.

"Noona. Go Guerin! I like you. Do you like me?" He said earnestly.

"Hmmmm..." she teased him, but couldnt Deny him for long, "Seyoonie. I like you." She stated.

"Perfect, now theres no question." He beamed, "you should give me a piggyback ride back to the conference room."

"Absolutely not. Any other time I'm game but we have enough trouble right now." She laughed at his feigned disappointment and snuck him a kiss on the cheek, "have that to keep you happy until after work today." She left for the door and he trotted along after her once he recovered.

The rest of the meeting was a lot of talking, phone calls, more talking, a lot of stress all punctuated by Guerin and Seyoon sneaking glances at each other and trying to not look too pleased due to the stress levels of everyone else involved. Ultimately it was decided that Beat Interactive would announce that while the two were not dating at the time the photos had been taken, they had begun dating recently and hadn't had a chance to confirm before the article was released. In the meantime, PWER, the company Guerin worked for, had gotten clearance from the police department for some details of the case while the police department worked on their own statement since the investigation had been concluded. No one was convinced that it was an ideal scenario but they hoped with everything coming together it could minimize this particular PR nightmare.

"I never should have let you meet them." Minseok complained to Guerin as they trailed out.

"I didn't start this!" Guerin responded defensively, "Besides its not my fault I'm irresistible."

Minseok groaned as Seyoon smiled and held Guerins sleeve for a moment. She glanced at him and slowed a step as he pulled gently backwards.

"Can we still meet after my practice tonight?" He asked quietly so others around wouldn't hear.

"I don't see why not, I was planning to anyway." Guerin said.

He looked around to see if the hallway was clear before sneaking a kiss to her cheek, then speeding past her to catch up with Minseok, his dangerous smile back in place.

"Guerin?" Jisoo looked back suddenly from ahead of everyone, "Will you meet me in my office after I see our guests out?" She asked.

Guerin nodded and when it was appropriate ducked away to Jisoo's office, certain she was getting fired as per her usual anxieties, but also logically knew it wouldnt be likely at this point.

While waiting for Jisoo she pulled out her phone to catch up on her blown up messages.

Han Jisoo returned before Guerin could text HEET through Woojin's phone. The two went into the CEO's office and as soon as the door closed, Jisoo spun on her friend and began smacking her in the arm repeatedly.

"Hey, you're my boss now you're not allowed to do that!" Guerin said in English, laughing and cringing away but otherwise letting it happen.

"You are such a problem sometimes aaah!" Jisoo responded with a final smack, also in english. "And this is how I'm supposed to find out one of my best friends is dating?? And an idol no less!"

"To be fair, I also just found out the same way which is, arguably, worse." Guerin rubbed her eyebrow subconsciously. "None of this even feels real."

"Well it is and now it's my mess to help clean up." Jisoo crossed her arms. Guerin looked at the ground guiltily causing Jisoo to sigh, uncross her arms and hug her friend, "I know it's not your fault. It's just an unfortunate pain in the ass."

"Guerin laughed and hugged Jisoo back, picking her up for a moment, "It's so cute when you swear in English!"

"Hey. Boss. Remember?" Jisoo protested disingenuously.

"It's payback for hitting me."

Jisoo tsked and changed the subject, "Mina is going to come here to talk you through how we're handling the court case since you'll need to testify. But first I wanted to make sure you're okay."

"I honestly havent processed most of today yet so I'm not sure. I was starting to be okay again and I think right now I'm okay too?" Jisoo nodded, knowing her friend had more to add and waited, "I was also wondering... how does this affect me working with HEET again...?"

Jisoo looked serious, "As of right now you not being manager is only temporary. We do need to see how things shake out but nothing has changed. Hopefully with the resolution of this case things will work out."

Guerin nodded in understanding. Jisoo had been friends with Guerin before she had even moved to South Korea as they had met in the states where Jisoo attended school and done internships at record companies around the world to broaden her knowledge of the industry. It helped her family was very well off and able to help her start her own company once she had returned. At that time Guerin was nearing the end of teaching English when Jisoo offered her a job. Guerin would forever be grateful for her friend and knew she had her best interests at heart.

"Jisoo, thanks for sticking with me. I'll fo my best." She said in Korean, it just seemed more genuine.

Jisoo was spared a heart warming response as Mina arrived.

The men of A.C.E were called into a meeting once Hyeim and Seyoon returned from their meeting with PWER. The four other members had an inkling of what it would be about given they too had seen the Dispatch article. Jun had texted Charlie who hadn't had much more information than he did at the time. Once everyone was seated, papers with the statement were passed out but Kim Hyeim talked before they could read it.

"On those papers your holding we have written a statement concerning Kim Seyoon and Go Guerin dating. We've agreed to let PWER and the police handle the statements regarding Go Guerin's legal case. Hopefully with her proven innocence and releasing of actual footage of what happened we won't get much extra blowback to an already risky announcement. Also you should know that as of this afternoon Go Guerin and Kim Seyoon have expressed an interest in dating and going forward they would like to be up front and honest about it."

The expressions on everyone's face changed wildly as she spoke, except for Seyoon who maintained his normal unreadable face, watching her despite the others looking around at each other.

"Wait." Chan started, "So it's TRUE?"

"It wasn't last night but apparently it is now." Kim Hyeim said with a crooked smile.

"Since when did you-?" Jun sputtered and stopped, "So...." the king of reactions lived up to his name as every thought raced through his brain.

"Good for you Wow!" Byeongkwan fist bumped his hyung.

"It's not how I expected you to go for it but it works." Donghun said, patting his friend on the shoulder.

"I didn't even know you felt that way about her?" Chan added, still shocked but smiling along, "Wait, what does that mean for-" he started and the boys swung their gaze to Jun.

Hyeim watched this curiously, "Park Junhee is there something wrong?"

"I wanted to tell you today but..." he trailed off for a moment, "Ah... I also confessed to a woman last night and she might be my girlfriend soon."

Kim Hyeim was frozen, then rested her face in her hands for a moment before looking up to Minseok who appeared just as shocked as she was, "Maybe we should rescind the idea that they can date." She said dryly.

"I'm so sorry I didn't know this was happening. I thought they were friends I didn't think they were their type!" Minseok said in a rush.

"What does that mean?" Jun asked with a hint of aggression as he and Seyoon snapped their faces toward their manager.

"I just meant they're foreigners and I just, i thought you each had a different type and with them being older and Guerin is a lot... they're really good people I'm sorry I'm just shocked." Minseok tried to explain.

Hyeim interrupted, sensing an argument and not wanting to deal with that on top of everything else. "Minseok will chat with me later." She shot him a look, also displeased with his judgment toward women and he bowed his head at the visual scolding, "What we need to figure out now is how we're going to handle the second announcement. I'll get someone from PR to meet with me, Park Junhee and his girlfriend. Until then we'll go through with what we planned for Kim Seyoon since with that article we do not have the luxury of time to discuss things."

She looked at all the boys, "I expect this to have an impact on the fanbase. We've just wrapped up promoting but maybe we can work on a special project for Choice to communicate with them. Think it over and let's start something soon."

The meeting was dismissed and Minseok hung back to talk to Hyeim as the boys meandered back to their practice room.

Guerin waited outside the door to the dance room as HEET wrapped up their practice inside. When their dance instructor left Guerin put a finger to her lips and winked so as not to give away the surprise. She was holding bags of fried chicken and iced coffee for the boys. The dance instructor smiled back and moved on without a word. Peaking around the corner she snuck in while the boys were straightening up or sitting on the ground catching their breath.

"Special delivery!" Guerin announced loudly, holding up the bags of goods. Byoungjin, Minhwan and Seungbin all startled at her sudden appearance, but once all five saw her they hopped up and ran over. Gabriel relieved her of her bags with Minhwan as Seungbin hugged her, Byoungjin held back with Tobio for his turn. Once they had all gotten their hugs in (Guerin had to guilt trip Gabriel and interrupt him setting up for the meal) they settled down to eat with Woojin.

"Woojin told me when your lesson ended and I asked him to let me bring you all food." Guerin explained, handing Seungbin and Gabriel next to her some extra chicken, "Are you boys being nice to him?" They all nodded through bulging cheeks.

"They've been working very hard." Woojin added with a small smile. He seemed the quiet accommodating type so Guerin was happy to hear the boys had seemed to accept him.

"I'm glad." She beamed at HEET as they dug in. "I don't know if you guys have heard anything but I wanted to stop by because I have some news."

"Are you gonna be our manager again!?" Gabriel called out through a full mouth.

"No, dummy. It's probably about the dispatch article." Tobio retorted and he shoved Gabriel away as he leaned into his Japanese teammate smacking his mouth annoyingly loud.

"Tobio is right. It's about the article." Guerin interrupted their bickering.

"Were you really on a date with Wow-hyung?" Minhwan asked, stunned.

"Well, no. We all met as a group of friends and he was making sure I got home safe." Despite telling the truth Guerin felt guilty so she moved on quickly, "But this afternoon after the article came out... while we were discussing how to address it... Seyoonie did confess."

The boys erupted, even shy Woojin reacted with surprise while Seungbin had leapt up, "I KNEW IT! NOONA I KNEW IT WHEN I SAW YOU AFTER THE ZOO!"

Gabriel was downright crowing in excitement as Byoungjin sat in shocked silence and Minhwan clapped excitedly. Only Tobio kept his head enough to ask "But what did you say?"

The boys all quieted again at his question. Guerin felt her face get warm as she responded, "Well he's my boyfriend now." The boys all erupted again, alternating between shocked and happy. Guerin waited for them to calm down before speaking again.

"I double checked with Han Jisoo and she said it so far hasn't meant I can't come back as your manager. But we still need to wait to clear the court case and we will need to see how the public reacts to the statement that we are now in a relationship."

Minhwan frowned, "So if a bunch of people decide to hate you, you won't be our manager?"

Guerin paused, "If it means you aren't safe. And we don't want to hurt your image." The boys looked crushed, "Your debut was strong, and you've all trained so long and so hard for this. I won't let something like my personal life ruin your futures." She added firmly.

"Noona..." Seungbin snuggled up to her and she put her arm around him, "They can't hate you right?"

Guerin wanted to comfort them, looking at all five faces of HEET- even empathetic Woojin seemed sad - but she wouldn't mislead them, "It's unlikely it'll come to that. We'll just wait and see and keep working hard okay? All of us."

Gabriel sulked, "Seungbin-ah was right. Seyoon-hyung was going to steal you from us."

"I understand that's how it looks, but I promise that wasn't the intention. Please don't hold it against him." She squeezed Seungbin and looked at all of them, "I love you all dearly and even if I'm not your manager I'm still working for PWER and we can see each other often like we have been. But my goal is to come back as your manager okay? I haven't forgotten you." The boys nodded quietly.

"Come on, let's finish eating." She encouraged them, changing the subject, "You also need to show me your new dance so far, I heard it's very challenging!"

Before long the seven of them had settled back into cheerful chatter about what HEET was working on next.

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We have to move. Her mother told her.

Why? She asked.

Your father's job is relocating him. We will be moving to Nashville at the end of the month.

I don’t want to move.

Well, you can stay here.

And be that far away from the two of you. I will move with you. At least it will get me away from my terrible job.

This is my two weeks’ notice. She told her boss.

What has made you decide to leave? Her boss asked.

My father's job is relocating him and I have decided to move also so I can be close to my parents.

Well, I hate to see you go. I hope everything works out.

Thank you. Could you do one thing and not tell anyone I'm leaving. She asked.

Sure. But can I ask why. Her boss asked.

I just think it would be easier.

It was her last day of work and she knew that she had to tell the one person at work that meant everything to her that she is leaving.

Can you meet me in my office before we leave today? She asked him.

Yeah, sure. He said. What's up? We'll talk later. She said.

So what did you what to talk about? He asked as he flopped down in a chair in her office.

She took a deep breath and turned to face him.

Today is my last day. She said.

What! Why? He asked.

My dad got relocated for work and I’m moving with him and my mom. Wow. I understand wanting to stay close to your family. But I hate to see you go. He frowned.

I hate leaving, but I think it will be the best for me in the long run.

Well, I can't let you leave without doing one thing first.

What’s that? She asked.

This. He put one hand on her back and pulled her close. His other hand he placed on her cheek before pressing his lips to hers.

After a few minutes, he slightly pulled away. They looked into each other’s eyes.

I've wanted to kiss you for the longest time. He whispered.

I've wanted to kiss you too. She replied blushing.

He pulled her closer to him. He kissed her collarbone, neck, cheek, and forehead before kissing her lips one more time.

I'm gonna miss you. He quietly said. I'm gonna miss you too. She replied breathlessly.

The next two weeks were hectic. Between the packing up of the old house and the unpacking of the new house. She barely had time to breath, but she couldn't stop thinking about him and the kiss they shared. Late one night, she finally got the time to text him.

Her: Hey. How are you doing? How is work?

Him: Hey stranger. I thought you forgot about me. I’m fine. Work sucks without you. How are you?

Her: I'm good. I didn't forget about you. I've just been real busy.

They talk for hours.

Her: Is it really 2a.m.?

Him: Yeah. I guess it is.

Her: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept you up this late. You have to go to work in a few hours.

Him: It's perfectly fine. I can handle a day at work tired if it means that I got to talk to you.

Him: I miss you.

Her: I miss you too.

Her: Can I ask you to do something kind of stupid and old-school?

Him: Nothing you ask me could be stupid. What do mean by old-school?

Her: Will you write me a letter?

Him: A letter?

Her: Yeah. You know with a pen and paper. Put it in an envelope with a stamp and mail it.

Him: I know what a letter is.

Him: I'll write you as many letters as you want.

A few days later.

You got something in the mail. Her mom told her as she handed her a brown envelope.

She looked at the return address and saw that it was from him. She opens the envelope and poured the contents out onto the table. There were dozens of numbered envelopes and one that said open first. She opened the first one.

It read:

A letter for every day and every moment that I've missed you.

She proceeded to open all the letters. Some contained full pages, some had random thoughts, some were cute little quotes that made him think of her, but others contained pictures of him (these were her favorite ones). She spent the next day and a half compiling letters of her own for him.

The back and forth of letters continued for months.

Until one week when nothing came. All she could think was.... Maybe he's been busy, maybe he got bored with the whole thing, or worst he found someone else.

She hadn't gotten anything or heard from him in two weeks.

Still nothing? Her mom asked.

Not a word. She frowned.

Maybe he's working on something really special.

Yeah. Maybe.

Ding... Dong....

I’ll go get the door. Her mom said as she kissed the top of her head.

Her mom returned a minute later. The door is for you.

She got up and went to answer the door.

There he stood holding a large envelope.

Thought I would deliver this one myself. He said with a smile.

Your here. She grinned.

I thought... She started.

You thought what? He asked.

That maybe you had forgotten about me and moved on. She replied.

I'd never forget about you. Not in a million years. He said.

She showed him around the house before they both sat down on the couch. She opened the envelope he brought. It contained one sheet of paper that read. I'm your gift this week. They sat and talked for hours. He joined her and her parents for dinner.

Do you have a hotel room? Her mother asked.

No, ma’am. I don't. He replied.

Well, you can stay here for the night if you like.

Thank you. I was hoping that she might go out of town with me this weekend.

I would like that very much. She smiled.

The next morning they left for a nearby tourist town.

I've never been here before. He told her.

Oh. I've been here several times. They got a number of distilleries right on the main road. Your gonna love it.

As long as I'm with you I know I'll enjoy anything.

They checked into a hotel right on the main road within walking distance of the restaurants and distilleries. They walked side by side both avoiding any kind of physical contact. All the while both wanting to touch the other even if it was to just hold hands. They went to all of distilleries and then ate dinner. On the way back to hotel she said to him.

I bet you can't finish a whole bottle of moonshine.

I bet I can. He retorted.

Prove it. In fact why don't we make this a true bet? If I finish a whole bottle you have to get a tattoo of our boss's name on your chest.

Ok. If I win you have to get a tattoo of my favorite sports team.

Deal. They said at the same time. Well, looks like you’re getting a tattoo she said.

I can't believe you finished that bottle so quick. He sighed.

What can I say? I like moonshine. Now it's time for you to get that tattoo.

They walked the few blocks to the tattoo shop.

What can I do for the two of you? Asked to shop owner.

I lost a bet so I'm here to get a tattoo. He told the owner.

And what were you thinking of for the tattoo?

He turns to look at you.

I'm not gonna make you get the tattoo we talked about, but you do have to get a tattoo. She told him.

Any tattoo. He asked.

Yeah.

Then I want your lips on my chest. He told her.

What? Are you crazy?

Yeah. Crazy for you.

If that's what you want.

It is.

She watched for a few minutes as the tattoo artist worked on putting a copy of her lips on his chest. She then sat down in a chair of her own. What are you doing? He asked.

I figured why should you be the only one to get a tattoo. She smiled. What are you getting?

Well, not your favorite sports team that’s for sure. I'm getting a clover with a ladybug.

Wow. It got cool after the sun went down. She said rubbing her arms as they stepped out of the tattoo shop. Come here. He said pulling her beside him.

They walked back to their hotel.

I think I'm gonna take a quick shower. She told him.

Ok. I'll take one when you’re finished.

Showers taken they both sat on the couch watching an old movie.

She couldn't help but feel like he was watching her.

What? She asked.

Huh?

Why are you staring at me? She asked.

Because you’re beautiful. He grinned. No. I'm not. She said turning her face away from him.

Yes. You are. He said placing a hand on her cheek and turning her face towards him.

She relaxed at the touch of his hand.

He slid closer to her and leaned in for a kiss.

Just before their lips touched she pulled away.

What’s wrong? He asked.

Nothing is wrong. I thought you might like to go to the bedroom. She said.

I would like that. Is that what you want? He asked.

She paused a minute before answering.

Yes. It's what I want. She replied. The night was more than they both could have ever wanted. They planned on using the rest of the weekend taking in the sights of the town, but they spent most of it in bed together.

I wish you didn’t have to leave. She told him.

I wish I didn't either, but we'll see each other again soon. Plus we'll still write each other. He said pulling her into a hug.

He was right. They did continue to write each other. Both receiving a package every week. Then one day a single letter with no return address arrived priority mail.

It was from his mom.

It read:

This was the only way I knew how to contact you. My son was in an accident. He is unconscious in the hospital. I know you mean a lot to him. He talks about you constantly. I think it would do him some good if you could come see him.

She was in tears when she finished the letter.

What’s wrong? Her mom asked.

He was in an accident. I have to go see him.

OK. I'll go with you. Her mom said giving her a hug. The whole trip there she was on pins and needles worrying how bad his condition was.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself before entering his hospital room. She broke down when she saw him lying there with tubes and wires attached to him. Hey, you. She said sitting down in the chair next to his bed and taking his hand.

You need to wake up now. You need to come back to us. There are a lot of people that need you and are counting on you.

I need you.

Our baby needs you.

That's right. We're gonna have a baby.

So... you need to come back to us. She whispered before lightly kissing his lips.

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darylsangelnegansdevil-blog · 6 years

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We have to move. Her mother told her. Why? She asked. Your father's job is relocating him. We will be moving to Nashville at the end of the month. I don’t want to move. Well, you can stay here. And be that far away from the two of you. I will move with you. At least it will get me away from my terrible job. This is my two weeks’ notice. She told her boss. What has made you decide to leave? Her boss asked. My father's job is relocating him and I have decided to move also so I can be close to my parents. Well, I hate to see you go. I hope everything works out. Thank you. Could you do one thing and not tell anyone I'm leaving. She asked. Sure. But can I ask why. Her boss asked. I just think it would be easier. It was her last day of work and she knew that she had to tell the one person at work that meant everything to her that she is leaving. Can you meet me in my office before we leave today? She asked him. Yeah, sure. He said. What's up? We'll talk later. She said. So what did you what to talk about? He asked as he flopped down in a chair in her office. She took a deep breath and turned to face him. Today is my last day. She said. What! Why? He asked. My dad got relocated for work and I’m moving with him and my mom. Wow. I understand wanting to stay close to your family. But I hate to see you go. He frowned. I hate leaving, but I think it will be the best for me in the long run. Well, I can't let you leave without doing one thing first. What’s that? She asked. This. He put one hand on her back and pulled her close. His other hand he placed on her cheek before pressing his lips to hers. After a few minutes, he slightly pulled away. They looked into each other’s eyes. I've wanted to kiss you for the longest time. He whispered. I've wanted to kiss you too. She replied blushing. He pulled her closer to him. He kissed her collarbone, neck, cheek, and forehead before kissing her lips one more time. I'm gonna miss you. He quietly said. I'm gonna miss you too. She replied breathlessly. The next two weeks were hectic. Between the packing up of the old house and the unpacking of the new house, she barely had time to breath, but she couldn't stop thinking about him and the kiss they shared. Late one night, she finally got the time to text him. Her: Hey. How are you doing? How is work? Him: Hey stranger. I thought you forgot about me. I’m fine. Work sucks without you. How are you? Her: I'm good. I didn't forget about you. I've just been real busy. They talk for hours. Her: Is it really 2a.m.? Him: Yeah. I guess it is. Her: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept you up this late. You have to go to work in a few hours. Him: It's perfectly fine. I can handle a day at work tired if it means that I got to talk to you. Him: I miss you. Her: I miss you too. Her: Can I ask you to do something kind of stupid and old-school? Him: Nothing you ask me could be stupid. What do mean by old-school? Her: Will you write me a letter? Him: A letter? Her: Yeah. You know with a pen and paper. Put it in an envelope with a stamp and mail it. Him: I know what a letter is. Him: I'll write you as many letters as you want. A few days later. You got something in the mail. Her mom told her as she handed her a brown envelope. She looked at the return address and saw that it was from him. She opened the envelope and poured the contents out onto the table. There were dozens of numbered envelopes and one that said open first. She opened the first one. It read: A letter for every day and every moment that I've missed you. She proceeded to open all the letters. Some contained full pages, some had random thoughts, some were cute little quotes that made him think of her, but others contained pictures of him (these were her favorite ones). She spent the next day and a half compiling letters of her own for him. The back and forth of letters continued for months. Until one week when nothing came. All she could think was.... Maybe he's been busy, maybe he got bored with the whole thing, or worst he found someone else. She hadn't gotten anything or heard from him in two weeks. Still nothing? Her mom asked. Not a word. She frowned. Maybe he's working on something really special. Yeah. Maybe. Ding... Dong.... I’ll go get the door. Her mom said as she kissed the top of her head. Her mom returned a minute later. The door is for you. She got up and went to answer the door. There he stood holding a large envelope. Thought I would deliver this one myself. He said with a smile. Your here. She grinned. I thought... She started. You thought what? He asked. That maybe you had forgotten about me and moved on. She replied. I'd never forget about you. Not in a million years. He said. She showed him around the house before they both sat down on the couch. She opened the envelope he brought. It contained one sheet of paper that read. I'm your gift this week. They sat and talked for hours. He joined her and her parents for dinner. Do you have a hotel room? Her mother asked. No, ma’am. I don't. He replied. Well, you can stay here for the night if you like. Thank you. I was hoping that she might go out of town with me this weekend. I would like that very much. She smiled. The next morning they left for a nearby tourist town. I've never been here before. He told her. Oh. I've been here several times. They’ve got a number of distilleries right on the main road. Your gonna love it. As long as I'm with you I know I'll enjoy anything. They checked into a hotel right on the main road within walking distance of the restaurants and distilleries. They walked side by side both avoiding any kind of physical contact. All the while both wanting to touch the other even if it was to just hold hands. They went to all of distilleries and then ate dinner. On the way back to hotel she said to him. I bet you can't finish a whole bottle of moonshine. I bet I can. He retorted. Prove it. In fact, why don't we make this a true bet? If I finish a whole bottle you have to get a tattoo of our boss's name on your chest. Ok. If I win you have to get a tattoo of my favorite sports team. Deal. They said at the same time. Well, looks like you’re getting a tattoo. She said. I can't believe you finished that bottle so quick. He sighed. What can I say? I like moonshine. Now it's time for you to get that tattoo. They walked the few blocks to the tattoo shop. What can I do for the two of you? Asked to shop owner. I lost a bet so I'm here to get a tattoo. He told the owner. And what were you thinking of for the tattoo? He turns to look at you. I'm not gonna make you get the tattoo we talked about, but you do have to get a tattoo. She told him. Any tattoo. He asked. Yeah. Then I want your lips on my chest. He told her. What? Are you crazy? Yeah. Crazy for you. If that's what you want. It is. She watched for a few minutes as the tattoo artist worked on putting a copy of her lips on his chest. She then sat down in a chair of her own. What are you doing? He asked. I figured why should you be the only one to get a tattoo. She smiled. What are you getting? He asked. Well, not your favorite sports team that’s for sure. I'm getting a clover with a ladybug. Wow. It got cool after the sun went down. She said rubbing her arms as they stepped out of the tattoo shop. Come here. He said pulling her beside him. They walked back to their hotel. I think I'm gonna take a quick shower. She told him. Ok. I'll take one when you’re finished. Showers taken they both sat on the couch watching an old movie. She couldn't help but feel like he was watching her. What? She asked. Huh? Why are you staring at me? She asked. Because you’re beautiful. He grinned. No. I'm not. She said turning her face away from him. Yes. You are. He said placing a hand on her cheek and turning her face towards him. She relaxed at the touch of his hand. He slid closer to her and leaned in for a kiss. Just before their lips touched she pulled away. What’s wrong? He asked. Nothing is wrong. I thought you might like to go to the bedroom. She said. I would like that. Is that what you want? He asked. She paused a minute before answering. Yes. It's what I want. She replied. The night was more than they both could have ever wanted. They planned on using the rest of the weekend taking in the sights of the town, but they spent most of it in bed together. I wish you didn’t have to leave. She told him. I wish I didn't either, but we'll see each other again soon. Plus we'll still write each other. He said pulling her into a hug. He was right. They did continue to write each other. Both receiving a package every week. Then one day a single letter with no return address arrived priority mail. It was from his mom. It read: This was the only way I knew how to contact you. My son was in an accident. He is unconscious in the hospital. I know you mean a lot to him. He talks about you constantly. I think it would do him some good if you could come see him. She was in tears when she finished the letter. What’s wrong? Her mom asked. He was in an accident. I have to go see him. OK. I'll go with you. Her mom said giving her a hug. The whole trip there she was on pins and needles worrying how bad his condition was. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself before entering his hospital room. She broke down when she saw him lying there with tubes and wires attached to him. Hey, you. She said sitting down in the chair next to his bed and taking his hand. You need to wake up now. You need to come back to us. There are a lot of people that need you and are counting on you. I need you. Our baby needs you. That's right. We're gonna have a baby. So... you need to come back to us. She whispered before lightly kissing his lips.

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