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Fiona Apple, The First Taste 1996
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Fiona Apple "The First Taste" promo CD single, 1997
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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I’m building memories on things we have not said 
Fiona Apple, The First Taste
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The First Taste, Fiona Apple / Hunger, Kateryna Bortsova / Hunger, Florence + The Machine / The Number of the Beast is 66, Hannibal, Season 3 / Hunger, AURORA / Animal, AURORA / Paper Bag, Fiona Apple / Hunger Painting, Filip Odzierejko
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karmiculture · 1 year
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full is not heavy as empty, not nearly, my love
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iamgettingalife · 2 years
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The First Taste (Part 15)
Pairing: Billy Russo x FemaleOC
Summary: Hijinks ensue during a weekend with friends at a cabin in the woods.
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI.
A/N: So this is it, the last part in this series. I am posting this scared - no, terrified - of how it will be received, mainly because I know that it is not anything that anyone expected. I'm going to post a few notes at the end of this part because I don't want to spoil anything, but suffice it to say I will be reading the comments section through my fingers.
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ONE YEAR LATER
“Heads up, people. Event is scheduled to begin in five. Make sure you are at alpha stations and sound off with your team leaders.” Already in the ballroom, my back to the wall, I scanned the crowd as I called out instructions to my men. As the invitees streamed in to take their seats, I kept my eyes on the key entry points, making sure that my people were stationed where they needed to be and that everything was under control. While I wasn’t necessarily expecting any action before the awards ceremony had even begun, there was a reason that the event coordinators had hired Anvil in the first place. Increasing attacks on journalists all over the world had made things like these prime targets for criminals trying to get a message across, and the fact that several news outlets that had exposed major crime organizations were being awarded this evening only amped up the risk.
“Lead 3, has the guest speaker arrived on the premises as of yet?” There had been a mix-up with the limo company as to where the speaker was to be picked up due to a last-minute change of location, and everyone behind the scenes of the ceremony had been tense, waiting to see whether the order of the ceremony would need to be changed to accommodate the delay.
“That’s a roger, Lead 1; the car has arrived and the speaker is being escorted backstage as we speak. The director said she will be able to go on as scheduled.”
I froze in place a moment. “Lead 3, please repeat: did you say ‘she’? The guest speaker is Mr. Mitchell Ellison.”
“Lead 1, the only occupant of the vehicle was a woman. Last name Hawthorne? The director identified her as the guest speaker.”
I had frozen in place at my station. Hawthorne. It couldn’t be.
“Lead 1? How would you like me to proceed? Lead 1? Billy?”
“Unfortunately, our guest speaker this evening, Mitchell Ellison from the New York Bulletin, was unable to attend due to coming down with pneumonia; however, he was able to send a more than capable replacement. Here to speak to us this evening is the editor responsible for leading the paper’s investigative reporting series on the Fisk organization that rocked the city this year, New York Bulletin’s news editor, Cassandra Hawthorne.”
I couldn’t fucking breathe. Cass walked up to the podium in a deep emerald green gown, with a plunging V-neck that showed off her gorgeous tits but that still looked classy, and her beautiful, dark hair in waves down her back. She looked better than any fantasy I had in my head in the past year and, not for the first time, I regretted every action and decision I’d made that took her out of my life.
“Ladies and gentlemen, members of the Foundation, good evening.” Just hearing her low, husky voice made me hard, and I shifted uncomfortably at my station while trying to discreetly adjust myself. Cass looked completely in her element – confident, strong, passionate, focused – and everyone in the audience already seemed to be eating it up. For a moment I let myself daydream about being the man that had accompanied her to this event, having her on my arm as she accepted her accolades during the reception, seeing the looks of envy in other men’s eyes. Being the man that got to take that dress off her at the end of the night or, better yet, the man who got to bury his face inside the thigh-high slit on that dress on the ride home and taste the hot, sweet heaven that I knew waited there.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Lead 2 to Lead 1. You doing OK there, Bill?” Frankie’s voice in my ear sounded both knowing and worried. I spotted him in the shadow of a column on the other side of the ballroom, staring at me with a concerned look on his face.
“Five by five, Frankie.” I rolled my shoulder and straightened my posture, giving him a crisp nod across the room. Not that it would fool him, but there were other employees on site that needed to see me calm and in control, a confident presence in charge of everything.
“Copy that. Just wasn’t sure if you intended your last statement for the comms.”
I hadn’t realized that I had been cursing out loud. “Yeah, sorry about that. The event lead didn’t tell me the guest speaker had been changed and I was redoing security protocols in my head.”
I could see Frank’s knowing smirk from across the room. “Yeah, I could see how the new speaker could…complicate matters.” I only just restrained myself from giving him the finger across the room. “You still planning on heading up the one-on-one security afterwards?”
Shit. I had forgotten that the client had requested that the representative from the Bulletin have a personal security rep assigned to them during the reception due to the threats received by the newspaper because of their Fisk coverage. Assigning myself the role had been a no-brainer when the speaker was Ellison, as it would have allowed me to both show the editor-in-chief the kind of service Anvil could provide for them, as well as put our best foot forward in front of industry bigwigs possibly looking for security in the future.
Cass, though – there was no “best foot forward” with Cass. There was no way forward at all, and there was no one to blame for that except myself. Unfortunately, though, there was also no way to replace myself as lead rep without a bunch of questions being asked by the event coordinators, and no way to answer those questions in any professional way. I ground my teeth together in frustration.
“Guess I’m going to have to see what our speaker would prefer once we meet face-to-face,” I said, trying to maintain a neutral tone over the open comm. Inside, I felt like I was going to have an aneurysm. There were so many other ways that I had wanted us to see each other again, to speak again. So many times, I had wanted to just show up at her place and beg my way back into her life, her bed. Not that it made any sense. How was it that one weekend a year ago had been enough to imprint this woman so deep in my bones that I woke up in the middle of the night reaching for her? That I kept tabs on her life and career with an obsessiveness that probably classified me as a stalker? That I thought about my life now in terms of what would make her happy, what would make her proud, what would keep her safe?
Would she understand the reasons why I let her go? Would she even want to hear them anymore?
The applause startled me out of my thoughts, and I cursed myself. I couldn’t let myself be distracted from the job by my personal shit. Anvil was just getting back on firm footing again, and this contract had the potential to lead to several more high-profile gigs – as long as things went smoothly. Having Frank back to help had been crucial during those first few months, but nothing restored confidence more than seeing the CEO back at the reins…even if the CEO wasn’t exactly the man he was before. I couldn’t afford to take my eye off the ball and risk losing everything I had worked so hard for. Not again.
Shoving my emotions down, I focused on the program. From the sound of it, Cass’s speech was starting to wrap up. Afterward, she would be escorted by one of the guards stationed backstage to the Bulletin’s table directly in front of my position for the awards presentations, with the reception starting immediately afterward. On the outside, I had about ten minutes; ten minutes to figure out a way to desensitize myself enough that I would be able to do my job with the scent of her skin in my nose and the warmth of her body close enough to touch. Not that I had any idea how to do that.
“Lead 1, can you switch to Comm 3 please?” I switched over to the private comm channel Frank had indicated, looking at him across the room.
“You don’t have to do this, Bill. I can cover her myself.” Frank’s voice was sympathetic, without judgment. After everything had happened, he had been the only one that had understood my actions from the start and had supported me even though I knew he didn’t agree with my reasons. I knew it wasn’t pity; it was the knowledge that came with being responsible for other people’s lives, the burden of sacrifice that came along with that responsibility. Everyone carried the weight differently, and Frank didn’t judge the way I carried mine.
“This was gonna happen eventually, Frankie. Maybe it’s better like this, in a public setting, so there isn’t a scene.”
“Bill, if that girl wants to cause a scene, this event being televised live wouldn’t stop her and you know it.” Frank’s voice was matter-of-fact.
“Yeah, I know.” I sighed into my mic. “Fuck, Frankie, why does that make me want her even more?”
“Because she had your number from the very first day she told you ‘No’, and you’ve always known it. Attraction was never the problem between you two.”
“Maybe I should just sling her over my shoulder and take her into a back room to try and sort out things out that way.”
“From what Karen told me, Cass has been studying Krav Maga in the past year, so I wouldn’t recommend that unless you want having your balls ripped from your body and handed to you added to the list of problems between the two of you.”
“God, every new thing just makes her sound hotter.”
Frank chuckled. “You need to talk to her, Bill. Have a discussion.” He paused for a second. “Beg. You need to beg. A lot.”
“Gee, thanks, Frankie,” I sniped at him sarcastically. “I love our talks.”
I could see him shaking his head as he rolled his eyes. “Switching back to main comms,” he said, as the room erupted in applause. Cass stepped back from the podium with a smile, face a little flushed, and made her way off the stage. In my mind, I started following her route: through the wings, to the back hallway, down the side corridor. There was a side entrance to the ballroom she would enter, and it was possible she wouldn’t see me even when she was seated, as I was stationed in the shadow of a column, so my presence was unobtrusive to guests of the event.
When the door opened, I felt my whole body go tense. Lead 3 came in, scanning the room, and then suddenly, everything was in slow motion as I saw a metallic stiletto sandal followed by a mile of calf and thigh, swiftly covered by a swath of deep green chiffon. The roll of generous hips, the shift of a delectable waist, the curve and subtle bounce of breasts I dreamed about every night – and then she tossed her hair over her shoulder, and there was Cass’s face. I was so lost in being able to see all her beautiful features – those lush lips, the softly curved brows, her glittering, sparkling, intelligent eyes – that it took me a moment to realize that those features were focused on me. Staring at me. Seeing me. She had stopped walking, just standing on the side of the floor, and her guard had turned around, uneasy.
“Ma’am?” he called out to her, walking a step back. Cass paid him no heed, continuing to stare at me. I couldn’t clock all the emotions that were flitting across her face before she turned without a word and headed back the way she came, towards the side entrance. The guard made to follow her, but I stopped him.
“Tim, I’ve got this. Cover my station.” I followed her out the door, watching as she quickly walked down the corridor and then turned into a woman’s restroom. Unconcerned with propriety, I immediately followed her in, locking the door behind me. Rounding the corner, I saw Cass leaning heavily against the counter, both palms flat on the tile, her head down. She didn’t look at me as I cleared each of the stalls, opening the doors to confirm that we were alone in the place. Once I had cleared the room, I moved back a bit closer to the door, not speaking.
“I wasn’t even supposed to be here.” Cass hadn’t lifted her head; she talked with her eyes closed, still leaning against the sink. “If Mitchell’s kid hadn’t gotten him sick, I’d be curled up on my couch finishing my book.” She breathed heavily through her nose, and then stood up straight, opening her clutch and pulling out a compact. “I’m assuming that you are my security coverage for the rest of the evening?”
“I am.” Cass’s eyes fluttered closed briefly when I spoke, and I saw her jaw tense as she powdered her nose. She snapped her compact closed decisively, put it back in her clutch, and turned to look at me.
“I’m ready to go back.” The emotion had been wiped from her face, and in its place were dead eyes and an expression of steely confidence. Something in my chest clenched, and I couldn’t hold back.
“Cass,” I said quietly. I didn’t move, but she flinched almost as though expecting a blow. Her eyes started to fill but she blinked it back, thrusting her chin forward and squaring her shoulders.
“I’m ready to go back,” Cass said again, more forcefully, but with a tremor in her voice that she couldn’t hide.
I wanted to gather her in my arms, hold her to me and kiss away her unshed tears. I wanted to push her against the door and drop to my knees and show her how much I missed her with my mouth on her body. I wanted to take her back to the counter, push her skirt up over her ass, and bury myself deep in her while I watched her in the mirror, whispering how sorry I was and how I was never, ever going to let her doubt how I felt about her ever again.
But this was her night, her time to shine. And my being selfish before is what had led to this whole situation in the first place. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. I unlocked the door, exited, and, feeling her behind me, led her back to her seat. Relieving Tim, I melted back into the shadows, the column of Cass’s neck and her beautiful hair my only focus.
In my head, I was planning. I had one more chance this evening to win Cass back. I wasn’t going to let it go.
A/N: I KNOW. I'm sorry. A cliffhanger was never the plan - but honestly, neither was this being the only thing I wrote for this couple. I always knew I wanted to somehow continue the story, but I wasn't sure how I was going to go about doing it until almost 3/4 of the way through. The good news is...drum roll, please...I will be starting a new series with Billy & Cass!!!!! It will be called The Way Things Are and will continue where The First Taste is leaving off. I am giving myself a little time to write at least a few parts and get the story established in my own head, as well as taking a bit of a vacation, so I plan to start posting The Way Things Are in July.
Thank you so much to everyone that has followed this story so far - I couldn't have asked for kinder, friendly people to be on this writing journey with. I appreciate every comment, like, and reblog, and I hope that you enjoy the new stuff to come!
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greeniery · 7 months
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full is not heavy as empty, not nearly my love
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empty-spaces- · 11 months
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Anyone else notice First Taste by Fiona Apple playing in the background in the second episode of True Blood also entitled The First Taste while Bill meets Sookie’s family??
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fionaapplerocks · 2 years
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theyslgirl · 2 years
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home alone dancing to this song
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marystaceylala · 2 years
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The First Taste - Fiona Apple
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muadweeb · 1 year
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that last few chords (4.15 to 4.25) of the first taste by fiona apple.....im shaking my ass
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