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shrimpcolour · 5 years

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answer them all coward

take two after closing the tab when i was almost done w every question im gonna fucking lose my shit

angel; do you have a nickname?

people call me nicknames but i hate any variation of taylor

awe; how old are you?

baby; favorite color?

lilac

bloop; spirit animal?

kitten

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

Fahrenheit 451 im1 shes so man matchbox 20

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

my lamby who i still sleep w everynight bc i am baby

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

getting told i can keep my cats

bright; mermaids or fairies?

fairies all the way

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

not so sure i do

buttercup; showers or baths?

shower

butterfly; dream destination?

anywhere outside of the us

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

no but i wish i was

calm; favorite scent?

vanilla

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

some fuckshit on the beach

charming; have you ever been in love?

yes

cozy; eye/hair color?

blue/brown

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

time is fake

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

hibiscus

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

money like a lot

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

my kitten lucifer but saying i own him sounds weird

cutsie; what makes you happy?

jillie

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

i cant remember

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

i want to be remembered as nice? kind? please .

daylight; favorite album of all time?

kindly now by keaten henson

dear; zodiac sign?

scorpio

delightful; concerts or museums?

concerts but i love museums

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

yes but i didnt send it

dobby; dream job?

something that has to do w art

doll; how do you like to dress?

i like to dress in a cute button up and jeans but that doesnt happen

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

no but i wish so bad

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

yes i want many tattoos and on my 18th im going w my dad to get one

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

fuck yeah

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

i love my sister so much she is my literal will to live she is so fukcing funny and happy and just UGHHH shoutout to kaylleee

fairy; do you have a pet?

yes i have two cats, boots and lucifer, and a dog named finn

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

ocean is where its at

forever; where do you feel time stop?

the park near me at night

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

sadly not

garden; how many languages do you know?

one bc im weak

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

not tagging them but like . cmon . yk

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

that warm cozy library aesthetic ? i love that

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

i love them bc it gives me the opportunity to talk to ppl who are too scared to talk to me (please dont be scared of me)

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

my eyes my hair my sense of humor my friends my socks

heart; silk or lace?

silk

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

coffee w almond milk

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

people watching bc i like to give everyone a story in my head

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

melatonin LMAO

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

rainy and cold

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

sleep my life away

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

loud laugh baeby

kinky; do you blush easily?

i dont think so

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

that friends to lovers mutual pining takes a little bit to realize what they want is right in front of them i love that

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

1am-8am

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

keaten henson

love; what is your favorite season and why?

fall bc the weather and the holidays and my job ITS ALL TOO GOOD

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

i have never had a macaron but i love oreo iceceram

magic; what are five flaws you have?

i overthink AND underthink at the same time like what a dumbass bitch, i doubt myself, i am not so bright, i am too loud around ppl im comfortable with and i am selfish sometimes

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

i like all of them it depends on my mood

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

i dont really look?

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

minecraft and sweatpants

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

on minecraft or on here or just like . sitting

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

dont judge a book by its cover is so fucking cliche but like . you gotta learn it

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

cook baeby

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

lazy oops

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

i played the flute when i was like 10

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

scream

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

strawberry/sweet pepper

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

“so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

my sister being born

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

the loss of all my friends bc im fucking stupid. thats the one.

shine; art or music?

both

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

they do

smitten; do you collect anything?

i collect disney pins

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

one? two?

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

kitkats

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

i do but i dont know what kind and idk where it is

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

i wear earrings and a necklace sometimes

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

sunset

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

with head phones but too loud so you can probably hear it without

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

hannah montana baeby

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

my bed. it has so many blankets and its quiet bc of the AC and it has my favorite things

soothe; digital or vinyl?

digital

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

my best friend francesca like a lot

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

loyalty

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

practical?

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

no i dont think ive ever completely opened up if im being honest

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

i do! i want two kids!

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

this is gonna sound so fucking dumb but i really look up to jenna mourey/jenna marbles

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

idk man im quite basic

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

im very loyal but i tend to hold a grudge so like . thats an issue

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

tina made me laugh shoutout to tina

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

night owl

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

invisibility baeby

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

home home

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

no but i like doing it

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

messy oops

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

i like my town but i dont think i wanna lvie here

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

yes i have

#cheers i did it after almost losing my mind #if anyone reads any of this i am sorry and you get a gold star #driftingbarnes

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captainoftherollyjoger · 7 years

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The Eye of the Storm: Chapter Seven

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I’ve been sorting all my Uni stuff out. Turns out I’m moving to Scotland! So excited to go and study English!

Emma and Hook find the island which holds the Eye of the Storm.

Prologue : Chapter One : Chapter Two : Chapter Three : Chapter Four : Chapter Five : Chapter Six

Ao3

“There it is, love.” A voice came behind her. She was staring at the island, it was small in comparison to the others, a beach ran all the way around, but a great forest soon followed after. “Looks… fun.”

“Your definition of fun seems a bit twisted.”

“Ah yes, yours is being kidnapped by pirates and marrying the captain, I suppose.” He smirked and she couldn't help but smile.

“Hardly.” She scoffed. “So, rowing boat?”

“Rowing boat.”

They took turns rowing the boat to the shore, it was only fair that way. He was quiet the entire trip, he looked nervous, a lot relied on this moment. Emma reached across for his hand.

“Hey, we’ll be okay.” He looked down and cleared his throat, then his eyebrow raised.

“Didn't know you cared.”

“Well, you are my husband, after all.”

“Yeh, I guess I am.” He smiled. “Shouldn't be long now.”

They arrived at shore, Killian tied the boat to a tree nearby. Both were carrying a pack on their backs, they had no idea how long the journey would take them. They just knew they had to work their way into the centre of the forest. The sun was glaring down on them, Killian was wearing his heavy coat.

“Do you not sweat in that?” She asked.

“Tryna get me out of my clothes, Swan? You only have to ask.” He waggled his eyebrows. She raised one in return then sauntered over to him. She heard him gulp as she stuck a finger into his waistcoat and pulled him closer. She stood on her toes and he leaned down. Her hand came to the back of his head and she ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck

“Trust me, Captain. If I wanted you out of your clothes, I wouldn't even have to ask.” She stepped back and started laughing. He was clearly flustered and there was no witty comment to follow. “What's wrong, hubby? Cat got your tongue?”

“I think we should get going.” He straightened himself up. “After you.” She smirked at him and pulled out her sword. She walked off and he let out a big sigh. “Bloody woman.”

Emma was hacking at the foliage in front of them, sweat was dripping down her forehead, and she was panting hard. They hadn't spoke since the beach, he followed her in a moody silence.

“We’ve been at this for hours!” He moaned.

“We? We! You've just been following the path that I cut out for us.” Emma huffed.

“You are my first mate, you can't expect the captain to do all the hard work, can you?” A grin appeared on his face.

“I’m your wife, I thought you might be a gentleman and at least cut part of the way for us.” She returned his smile.

“Why would I do that when you are clearly the best man… woman for the job. Plus I can appreciate you better from behind.” He winked. She walked over and thrust the sword into his chest.

“Your turn.”

“I’m not cutting down this awful place, I’m the Captain.”

“Maybe I just want to appreciate you from behind.” She smirked. “Get chopping.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He seemed angry now, he pointed the sword at her.

“Don’t you dare point that thing at me, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it as partners, not as one above the other. You get me?” She spat. He ignored her. “I said, do you get me?” He turned away from her and he felt something pass his head. A dagger wedged itself into the tree in front of him. He span around and glared at her.

“All well and good, Swan. But now, you have no weapon.” He said smugly. She kicked his hand and the sword flew out of it, she caught it in mid-air and shoved him to the ground.

“I think you’re forgetting who I am, Captain. I’m not one of your pushovers, I can look after myself. Especially when pirates are involved.”

“I don’t think you realise how much of a pirate you’ve become.” He sat up and dusted himself off. “What would dear old dad think? I dread to think.”

“Leave my family out of this. You know what, Hook. Find the damn jewel on your own, I’ll be at the beach.” She stomped off, angry at his short temper. They were getting on so well and he always had to ruin it.

Hook was cutting away at the forest, it was a lot more boring now he didn’t have Emma with him. Even when she was being quiet, he liked her presence. She was just getting too close. He didn’t like it, he didn’t like how vulnerable she made him feel. It was getting dark and he was having no luck, he turned back and headed for the beach, they could easily get through tomorrow. He saw her sitting on the sand, she was staring out to sea. The moon was dancing on the waves, and the stars were particularly bright.

Emma felt a heavy weight on her shoulders, it was Hook’s coat. She was still annoyed, but grateful for the warmth it offered.

“An offering of peace.” He sat beside her and leant back on the rock she was also leaning on. “I’m sorry, love. I just don’t know how to act around people I like. It’s easy to shout and be mad at someone, it’s harder to just be civil. Especially when I respect someone as much as you.”

“This is respect?” She gave him a dirty look.

“I mean, inside, I respect you. I just don’t know how to show it.” He let out a deep sigh. “I’ve been in captain mode for so long, literally hundreds of years. You’re the first person who’s ever affected me like this. It creeps me out. I just forgot what it’s like to genuinely like a person.”

“Just treat me like a human being, every time I impress you or surprise you just appreciate it, don’t turn on me like it’s my fault. It’s not hard.”

“It is though, Swan. The last person I ever had who treated me like a normal person was Liam, everyone else thinks I’m this fearsome Captain Hook. I’m fed up of being him. I want to be Killian Jones again, but I’m also scared of being him again.”

“Killian Jones seems like a decent guy, I think I could get on with him.” She bumped his shoulder to make him more comfortable and to show she’d forgiven him, at least a little.

“I’ll try my best to stop being an arse.”

“All I ask.” She put an arm around his neck and headlocked him. She scratched her knuckles on his head.

“Ow! Emma! Stop it.” He laughed. She let him go. “We should find somewhere to sleep.”

“Already got it.” She stood up, his coat weighed a tonne. “Follow me.” He did. She led them to a small shelter. “I made this when you were doing god knows what in the forest.”

“It’s a bit small. Snug, shall I say?”

“What’s wrong, Capt’n? Thought of being with me in such confined space doing things to you?” She smirked. “The more confined, the warmer we will be, I can assure you it will save our lives. These nights can get cold.” She crawled into the shelter she had made and shoved off her boots.

“If you fall prey to my charms, I can only apologise.” He did the same and they both lay down. She still had the coat over her.

“Snuggle up.”

“What?”

“Snuggle up. Get under the coat with me.” She heard him gulp. “I don’t bite.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Though he did as he was told. She turned onto her side and he moved closer. “May I?”

“Go for it.” He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled into her neck. It was even better than being in his cabin, they were better friends now, he appreciated the warmth she gave off and just the general comfort of having someone to hold close. “Urm, Hook. I’m flattered and all, but maybe I should be the big spoon, it’s just a situation seems to have risen.” He was hoping she wouldn’t mention that.

“I’m sorry, love. No can do. We won’t get sufficient heat the other way, if there was away I could prevent it, I would, but unfortunately there isn’t. Especially when there’s a beautiful, brave lass in my arms, who also happens to be my wife.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Aye. I think you’re very beautiful.” She rolled onto her back and looked up, though it was too dark to see anything. She felt his breath on her, then his lips.

“Killian.”

“Mmm, love.”

“That’s my cheek you’re currently making out with.” She giggled. “These are my lips.” She pulled him down to her, he was very tender and soft, until she got bored and spiced things up a bit.

“Love, you’re not helping any situation here.” He smirked, she laughed into him. “We should stop, as lovely as this is, it’s not the place for it. Before it goes too far and I’m unable to resist you.” Though he did pepper a few more kisses down her neck. “One day though, Emma. I’m having you, I can promise you that now.”

“I hope you keep your promises.” She turned into him and snuggled into his chest. She placed a few odd kisses to his jaw.

“Emma.” He warned. “Stop it now, before it goes too far.”

“Sorry.”

Throughout the night, whenever one awoke, they placed kisses on one another. Sometimes whilst one was asleep, others when they were both awake which kept turning into make out sessions.

“I didn’t think you were into me, Swan.”

“I didn’t think so either, but turns out, you’re a really fantastic kisser. We really need to sleep now, Jones.”

“If I feel another kiss, we’re sleeping in different shelters tomorrow night.” She warned. He may have given her a few more, but she really didn’t seem to mind.

#cs ff #cs fanfic #captain swan #killian jones #emma swan #captain swan ff

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3one3 · 7 years

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The Sequel - 849

Holes

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“Remember when you said you were going to lift weights this morning?”

“Remember when “morning” happens until noon? I have plenty of time still.”

“Yeah okay.”

“Stop poking my tummy.”

Christina asked for chocolate chip waffles and whipped cream for breakfast. She said she deserved it because Lukas kept her up all night. Thunderstorms were not his favorite thing to experience onboard a boat, even safe in a marina. While he finally got some rest, she devoured chocolate, flour, sugar, and cream in bed in her sweatpants. André had eggs, smoked salmon, and avocado on toast, in significantly smaller quantities than her breakfast. He told her he only even had substantial food to help soak up the alcohol that lingered in his system from the night before. She kept on trucking well after he cleared his plate. He entertained himself by making fun of her.

It was still gray and gloomy outside, and there was some leftover drizzle in the forecast. There was no light coming through the blinds in the master stateroom. Christina was tired of bikinis and lounge chairs and sightseeing anyway. She said she wanted to work out, have a bath, and then hang out in bed all day with Lukas, André, Spencer, Lucky, toys, and Law & Order: SVU reruns. Not only had it felt like an eternity since she last had that opportunity, but that was the first morning she expected that kind of day to actually feel as relaxing and rewarding as it once could. Everything she tried to explain to the player about how she felt being with him was real and true, and while she couldn’t quite understand why that seemingly meant much more to her than it did to him, she was incredibly relieved. She was incredibly grateful to whatever happened in the universe, be it a solitary event or a series of efforts, that allowed sharing the same space as André to feel like her Happy Place™ again.

He was still figuring out how he felt about her explanation. There was no denying that her happiness was dear to him, and that he was relieved to be able to think of her as “out of the woods”, so to speak. The urgency of her uncertainty and chronic depression was gone, and it was a load off his shoulders. There was just no solitary event or series of efforts he could pick out and actually believe led to that situation. He’d been arguing for months that all they needed was for Christina to get on a winning streak and be happy and comfortable in the saddle again, but for some reason he struggled to accept that it worked. To him it was more likely that she experienced some kind of quieting peace sharing her nights and most of each day with Juan, and that that in turn led to better riding. The player hated that he sent a troubled girl who was trying to be happy and clinging to the prospect of a positive streak of good show results and little fighting at home off to Cannes with Juan, and got her back “cured” of all major ailments. Her ankle even seemed less swollen to him at night, and there was no complaining about her knee. In the mean time, while he processed and internalized, just being with Christina was great. She was his best friend.

“How did we even have chocolate chips on the boat?”

“Luke likes these mini ones on his ice cream so it was on the list,” she explained with her mouth full.

“When are you going to wake him up?”

“I’m not. He can sleep as long as he wants. He cried for like three hours straight.”

“My mom says we need to start toilet training.”

“I know. I’m letting Espen handle it. She’s a pro. You have to help her though because you’re the only person in the house who knows how to pee standing up,” the rider winked. “I think she wants to wait until August, when he’ll be home for a while...” Her casual tone became slightly tentative, and she trailed off as if she were leaving something unsaid. Obviously, it was the Olympics. Lukas would be home with his dad and his nanny while Christina went off to Tokyo if she made the team, and there was a little break after the games too and thus no need to travel. If she didn’t get in the team, there would be other shows to attend while her colleagues were in Asia.

“Yeah that’s a good idea,” the footballer nodded. “Dom says the best way is to keep him naked all day so he has nowhere to put the poop.”

“He’s just go on the floor or something. Or he’ll find a towel or a blanket and try to use it like a diaper, and I will be mortified and probably throw up.”

“And I will laugh,” he smiled. “How is your pooping, by the way? I know you have trouble when you’re on the road.”

“Boyfriend. Have I not made it clear that I never want to discuss that with you?” His wife glared at him before shoving another waffle square dripping with melted whipped cream in her mouth.

“Except when you can’t go, and send me 20 messages about how uncomfortable you are and you’re afraid that if you try to push it out it might start to come but it won’t get all the way-“ She reached over the plate in her lap and clamped her hand over his mouth. Then she lifted her other hand to her mouth, still holding her fork, and held her pointer to her lips to shush him. “You are such a baby,” he chided when she withdrew.

“I’m your baby though.” Christina turned a cheesy grin on him and leaned over to kiss his forehead. Then she looked back to make sure she didn’t get any chocolate on him. If she had, she would have licked it off. “Also, I’m ready to try that whole getting off before working out thing.”

“You’re not going to want to have sex after you finish eating that.”

“There are other ways to get off.”

“Like binge-eating waffles?”

“Like...you can put your hand in my undies and I’ll put mine in yours.”

“Maybe you should just take yours off.”

“For easier access?”

“No, because the elastic is holding your waffle-belly in and probably damaging your stomach,” André sniggered.

“You’re the worst.”

“That makes you Mrs. Worst. Want to watch porn?”

“It’s 10 in the morning.”

“So?”

“I dunno. That’s weird. Can you take this? I’m done.” Christina lifted her plate and attempted to hand it off to André, who was no closer to a place to put it than she was. He frowned at her and reluctantly accepted the empty plate anyway. The second he put it down on the tiny nightstand to his left, she asked him to pass over her green juice. He in turn asked if she needed him to digest the food for her too, and “poop it out” after. The rider told him that if he didn’t stop talking about poop, there would be no pre-workout orgasms for anybody.

“Are you going to text Kyle back? You said to remind you,” he yawned as she pulled on the hot pink straw in her glass. Loafing in bed was really quite all right with him too, and he didn’t care that much about the porn or the orgasms, or even the workout for that matter. He was very good at doing nothing, unlike her. His favorite part of doing nothing was snuggling with her, and that was hard to do in the sun. A day indoors sounded nice. It would be his first in a week and a half. He sunk down the low bed, dropped a pillow on Christina’s lap, and violently crashed into it face first as a precursor to finding a comfortable position to stay in.

“No. I forget what I was going to add. I told him to hack Dirk and some of the others and I can’t remember what else I wanted, so whatever,” she yawned back. “Your hair is pretty now.” And I’m-n-a play with it! So fluffy, the lazy girl thought as she dove into his head with all 10 fingers. “I like when it gets Carolyn Kennedy blonde. It’s getting so long all over though.”

“Which Kennedy is Carolyn? I don’t know that one.”

“Carolyn Bessette. She married JFK Jr.. She was also a publicist for Calvin Klein, and Working Girl goals for every WASPy girl in my generation and the one right before mine. Her hair was like white. She died in the plane crash with him. I’ll never forget that day. The day after, actually, because the crash was at night and it wasn’t all over the news until morning. We were getting ready to go to a horse show. It was a Saturday. I think it was Salt River, or St. James or something, out east. Mom put the TV on while she had her coffee or whatever, and the news was flipping out. Then she was flipping out. I think she probably cried. The Kennedy’s were like royalty to people like her.”

“Which plane crash?”

“Seriously? You live under a rock. JFK Jr. crashed his own little private plane off Martha’s Vineyard. The theory is that fog and darkness led to him losing the horizon, and then ending up upside down. It took a few days to find the wreckage. The Kennedy family is totally cursed. He had just raised his profile big time with George Magazine and everything, and he was sooooooo hot. For every girl who was obsessed with Carolyn Bessette, he was like...the Holy Grail of hotness.”

“When was this?”

“1999”

“Your memory is ridiculous.”

“That’s why I worry so much about the future,” Christina replied quietly. Her fingers slowed their entanglement of his platinum and gold hair. “I can never forget the mistakes and problems of the past.”

“I know, pretty girl,” André replied just as quietly. He moved his left hand between her legs, just above her knees- not for any sexual purposes, but just to leave tucked in there, in the warmth of her sweatpants, where she might take it as comforting. “How many times have you seen this episode? Can you recite the dialogue?”

“No, but I remember the plot,” she chuckled back, allowing him to go ahead and steer them away from the solemn moment. “I know who did it.”

“Well don’t tell me.”

“K.”

“Does my hair feel nice or does it need coconut oil?”

“It’s very nice.”

“Good. Where is your juice right now if both of your hands are in my head?”

“Balanced precariously on top of your pillow and against my chest. My boobs are like a nice cradle. But if you move, the sheets are gonna be green.”

“Good to know.”

What was I trying to remember to tell Kyle, the equestrian wondered after a minute of silent TV-watching. A glance at her phone on the bed beside her failed to jog her memory. It did make her think of Juan though, because she owed him a text too and was intentionally waiting until a bit later in case he was sleeping in. I miss him. I’m not supposed to miss him when I’m with Schü and everything is great, but I really miss him. Mostly just his face. And his laugh. And what happens to his face when he laughs. He said he’s down with my Mallorca and Ibiza plan, so I’ll see him soon though. Oh, you know what? I should ask him if he knows any Chelsea transfer secrets, like why they haven’t signed ANYBODY yet. And on that subject, I wonder how long boyfriend can keep suppressing his need to tell me all his hopes and fears about his new manager. I don’t know anything about this Bosz character except that his team was a total fucking embarrassment in the Europa League Final. And that he coached the Chelsea Youth B Team AKA Vitesse. No big clubs. Ajax isn’t a big club anymore. And he hasn’t won anything. What were they thinking, Christina groaned inside. At the same time, her insides groaned too.

“Uhoh, is all the poop about to come now?” André teased when he heard the rumble.

“No. It’s just my organs rehydrating. They were severely dehydrated from all the alcohol last night.”

“Uhhuh.”

“Do you think Lucks and Spence went out drinking last night too? They haven’t moved in like 45 minutes. What if they’re dead?” his girl questioned absently before withdrawing her fingers from his unruly locks so that she could have another big sip of her juice. He was correct. She was feeling short on fiber since arriving on the boat. Her juice was full of spinach and kale. She was also feeling pins and needles in her legs because they were stuck between footballer and snoozing terriers.

“I can hear Lucky snoring through the blanket,” the footballer yawned.

“Are you gonna be snoring momentarily too?”

“I don’t know. It’s honestly a tough choice between mutual masturbation and a nap.”

“I’m kiiiiiiiind of leaning toward nap,” Christina admitted. “And can you move for a second so I can put a pillow under my knees?”

There was a nap. It lasted for one and three-quarter episodes of SVU. Then the dogs needed to go out, and Lukas was up, and phones were ringing and vibrating, and the world was trying to butt into Stay In Bed Time. The baby got to eat, the business calls were dealt with, the dogs went for a walk with Espen, and then Christina said she absolutely had to go work out. André wanted to keep up with his routine too. They told Lukas they needed an hour and then they’d watch The Little Mermaid with him. He liked the songs. And he was very understanding. Besides, he had his nanny to play with him, and his Toy Fox Terriers. His dad wanted to play with his mom when her exercising became too distracting for him to do his own.

I did not know when I realized the annoying feeling in my stomach after I talked to her the first day was butterflies that if I invited the girl with the great legs, fantastic ass, tits with potential to be nice if they weren’t held prisoner in a sports bra, small waist, and pizza tummy to be my partner that she would one day have even sexier legs, a tighter ass, the most nom-tastic neck and shoulder and whatever the rest of that space under her face is called area, and a stomach that is so perfectly sculpted that it’s just disgustingly sexy and all I want to do is hold her waist and squeeze it while I fuck her. I should get some kind of special prize for investing early. I mean, look at her. Ridiculous. How does she keep it so that her stomach has JUST the right amount of definition? It would be gross if she had abs like mine. She just has lines. They’re soooooo perfect. I want to pour water on her just to watch it run off in the channels, the footballer reflected while he watched Christina do burpees with free weights.

There wasn’t a lot to work with on the boat, because there wasn’t a lot of room, exercise equipment is heavy, and everything had to be securable no matter the speed at which Lilly XO traveled or the type of seas through which she went. In addition to a limited set of dumbbells, there was a high-end treadmill, a pull-up bar, a punching bag, and some yoga mats. André almost tripped and experienced a tragic treadmill accident multiple times while he stared at his girl’s torso each time she popped up from the floor and lifted her hands and the weights above her head. The definition of her abdominal muscles changed in that process. The horizontal lines appeared at maximum stretch, while in any other position it was just the vertical ones that were most apparent. To him it was like her 6-pack was playing peekaboo. She was all tan, and shiny with sweat, and it was mesmerizing. She worked out in stretchy boyshorts and a sports bra, so he could see pretty much all of her legs too. Her thighs did a satisfying jiggle when she jumped in the air, even though it didn’t seem like she had enough mass to jiggle. It was just her muscles letting go once they’d achieved the jump, and preparing for the landing. He almost marveled at her form.

How does she recreate the exact repetition every time? She never looks tired. She doesn’t do two bad ones because she’s tired and then fix it and do them right again, and she never changes the rhythm even a little bit. Gym Prinzessin is a machine. When was the last time I watched this? I’ve watched her do stretching by the pool, and her on-the-floor ab routine, and the stuff she does for her Swiss cheese ankles. We’ve run together at the house. When was the last time I watched her lift or do her intervals, André asked himself while scanning his memory. Then Christina allowed herself to collapse on the floor instead of jumping again, and wailed something about wanting to die. Her right cheek was on the sealed floor, so she could look out to the water. The gym was also part of the “toy” room, where the scuba gear and some other fun stuff lived, and had a big “door” that could be lowered out into the water like another deck, called the “tender port”. The jet skis were in there too, on a hoist system that made it easy to drop them into the water and pick them back up again. It was open for the view and to let some of the extreme air conditioning out. Water splashed up onto the wood deck each time a boat passed by on its way in or out of the basin.

“Don’t quit now,” André said with an encouraging clap. “You said you wanted to work on your thighs too, for the pain.”

“Yeah. Soon,” came the rider’s breathless reply. She was thinking about what Captain Theo mentioned to her about a regatta for boats like hers only, called the Perini Navi Cup. He said all “the others” went. The Italian manufacturer didn’t make that many boats, of course, and Christina was one of the weird outlier owners. Apparently the other lucky sailors all wanted to get together to see their brethren. The event included races, which the captain said were serious but not like the most hardcore regatta in the world as most of the crews in charge of Perini sailing yachts are there to provide a luxury cruising experience rather than pilot for extreme performance. He said most of the captains were more likely to win hospitality awards than get in the America’s Cup, for example. Some owners apparently brought in different crews and a tactician for the regatta though, to be more competitive. Rosehearty, a 56m boat just like hers but a few years older, was the reigning champion. Captain Theo brought up the Cup as if he was presenting a social opportunity for her- to get to know the other owners, meet the family that built her vessel, see the other boats, and enjoy wine and cocktail-themed parties- but Christina could see a twinkle in his eye too. He definitely wanted to show people what Lilly XO could do. She looked across the harbor at the many smaller sailboats lined up in front of the cafes, and wondered what a boat show would be like, as a way of distracting from the pain in her muscles and lungs. She loved walking around any port to check out the boats. An actual boat show did sound fun. Not moving was also a lot of fun in that moment.

“Want some water?” her workout buddy offered. Unfortunately he also tossed the full bottle to her without waiting for a response, and it arrived just as she rose up on her arms. It clunked her in the back of her shoulder. He meant for it to land near her, not on her. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

“Ow, fuuuuuuck that hurt,” Christina grumbled upon laying back down on her cheek. “Why you do dis, boyfriend?”

“I’m sorry!” André switched off the treadmill and scurried over to her to apologize properly, and to kiss her shoulder. She was sweaty and gross and he regretted the kiss as much as the accident. “Want me to put the bottle on the booboo? It’s cold.”

“No.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll survive, probably.”

“I’m going to get a yoga mat for you so you can do the thigh lifts and things.”

“Why are you trying to be my fitness coach?” She rolled over onto her back before the textured floor could leave an imprint on her face, and because her chest felt uncomfortably smooshed.

“I’m not. I just like watching you exercise. Your body is amazing.”

“Thanks,” Christina yawned. “Yours ain’t too bad either. But your thighs could use some work too. You should do this with me. It’s a shame I don’t have another set of ankle weights.”

André decided he could humor her, and pulled up a mat for himself too. She’d packed both her medium and high resistance bands, and, being a gentleman, he volunteered to use the more difficult one for their various exercises. They did each one on the opposite side so they could face each other and talk. The first one required lying on their side and then propping up on an elbow, using the other hand in front of the body for stability, and then using the strength of their obliques and inner thigh muscles to lift their feet off the floor, with the band around both legs just above the knee. Then the top leg was raised to stretch the band, and lowered back together, in a quick but controlled rhythm. The second version was the equestrian’s least favorite. She lifted the top leg a few inches and then raised the bottom one up to meet it, even more quickly than the other version. It made the “round and juicy” muscle in the middle of the inside of her upper thigh tickle from the inside out. Then came two clamshell exercises- one regular, and one suspended, and the corkscrew lift. They took a stretching break, which André used to simulate holding his girl’s tiny waist between her open knees and fucking her, and then it was on to the things meant to help the tightness in her adductor. She lay on her side again, up on her elbow, with her top leg bent so that her foot was flat on the floor behind the bottom one, which was then lifted up for a two-count and then lowered back down for two. After 30 seconds, she held it in the raised position and moved it up and down just a little, very fast. He could do all of that and hold a conversation about spending another night in St. Tropez as if he were just lying still on the couch. The last test for each leg was circles- lifting that bottom leg straight up, opening it forward, bringing it down, and then pulling it back in before repeating the circuit. Switching the circle in the other direction was the worst. It was much harder to lift the leg when it was open out in front. Annoyingly, the football player didn’t seem to think any of the exercises were difficult. He was never taxed.

“You’re done?” he questioned with feigned surprise when Christina started pulling the Velcro open to take off her ankle weights.

“Yeah. I’m trying not to do anything with my ankle. The burpees are bad enough for it. I want to give it a real break. My knee, too.”

“That’s good, pretty girl. I have a little more to do. You should go have your shower. I’ll be up there by the time you’re done.”

“K. Do you want a post-workout snack or smoothie? I’m probably not gonna take a bath.”

“Nah but save me some hot water, yeah?”

She administered a see-you-in-a-bit kiss and then climbed the stairs to the main deck, stepped down the stairs into the outdoor sitting area, and went inside to assure Lukas that she’d be right with him. He was sticking Play Dough to a dinosaur figurine and couldn’t have cared less. He paid no attention to his dad stopping for a sweaty kiss 10 minutes later either, and that was good for his dad because he was in a hurry to get to the shower.

Good, I didn’t miss her, he thought as soon as he heard he water running. The workout ended abruptly when he realized he wanted to get in the shower with Christina more than he wanted to work on his fitness. She was literally rubbing a soapy washcloth between her butt cheeks when he flung the glass door open, which caused surprise and blushing on her part and smiley laughter for his.

“Why are you here?” she complained.

“Because foreplay.” André shut the door behind him and stepped closer so he could smooch her and grab both breasts at the same time. The shower was rectangular, and big enough that two people could stand completely out of the water streams, or even sit down on the wide tiled ledge designed specifically for that purpose, when the space was used for steam instead of water. Christina was already standing clear of the water to give the conditioner in her hair a chance to work its magic while she scrubbed everything else, including her chest. Soapy breasts were among the player’s favorite kind.

“Okay but you have to get clean too,” his girl warned. “No just rinsing.”

“Do you want to soap up my dick for me?”

“Not especially,” she laughed. “And can you move? I need to rinse the soap out of my butt.”

I’ll help! André switched places with her and then aided by holding her butt cheeks apart so the water would run in between. Usually she does this too, but she bends over a lot and tries to get the water to hit her lower back and then run down. I think it gets all the way to her pussy that way. The water isn’t very warm though. She probably only likes that when it’s really hot. I’ll help with the boobs too, he thought once her back was rinsed and it was time to do the front. He kissed her left ear while helping to push coconut-scented suds down her breasts and stomach. It tasted like lemon and chemicals, from the conditioner. Kissing is really not for the shower, he realized not for the first time. The shower is more about touching. Prinzessin is all roll her eyes and laugh away my foreplay right now. I want her melting into the touching, so that we can do the kissing when we get out.

“Babe, stop with my belly button and wash your hair.” Christina passed him the Kevin Murphy Balancing Wash and swiveled round again to scrub her face with a green paste full of sea salt and avocado, among other things.

Fine. I’ll wash my hair and then I’ll wash my cock and she won’t be able to resist touching me, the player reasoned. He was discounting how turned off she was by flaccidity. In fact, she paid less attention to him than Lukas did when he passed through the lounge. He gave up and waited until they were all done and his wife was about to transition from towel-drying her body to moisturizer application.

“Prinzessin.”

“Wha?”

“Stop for a second,” he requested, polite but firm. He secured a towel around his waist and bent down to hold onto hers with both of his big and newly softened hands, and leaned in to plant his lips on hers. After about three seconds, the rider lifted up on the ball of one foot so she could reach around his neck. The toes of the other foot behind helped her get just a little taller. His hands moved around to her lower back, and then her butt, and he briefly considered lifting her up onto the vanity directly behind her. I doubt she’s in a fuck-me-on-the-bathroom-counter mood, especially since she just got clean and dry. I’m not really in that mood either. I want to be with her, not just fuck her. We got so drunk last night, when we had sex we were so sloppy. Before that I was thinking about being with her and seeing if there was a palpable difference since she decided she’s happy with me again and everything is roses. I want to know if there has been as much missing from our sex life as there was missing from her complexion and her smiles and her laughs. “Come to bed, baby,” he urged when she released her heavy, yolk-like hold around his neck and let her palms slide down over his shoulders instead. It was her choice to break the kiss at the same time, but she kept her face in kissing-range. Her nose bumped into his a little as she lowered to the flat of her feet.

“Yeah,” Christina nodded. André let her out from between him and the vanity where she left her towel falling out of the sink. Her hair was really too wet to get in bed but that wasn’t so important. He wanted her to sit on his lap anyway, so it was just his wet hair dripping onto the pillows he pushed up against the headboard. She settled in the requested spot as soon as he ditched his towel, and he pulled the comforter over his legs and up to her behind, drawing it closer to him around her, so she was sort of enveloped in it but he could still see and touch all her best bits. He held her waist again, because that was what turned him on so much in the first place, and she leaned on his shoulders so that she could kiss him, because that’s what she liked best in that moment. She liked the soft and gentle way he smooched her in the shower and in the bathroom- not hungry, not passive, not invasive- just very soft. It wasn’t indecisive, testing, tentative, or cautious, nor overly confident, demanding, or brusque. It was just right. It was just kissing for the sake of kissing, and loving.

“You’re my best friend,” André muttered when the kiss had to stop because Christina’s hair got caught on the button on her bracelet. “You know when we were separated and you said it felt like you had a hole, like something was missing from yourself?”

“Yes...Why?” she asked dubiously while untangling her hair from her wrist. Then something occurred to her. “I’ve felt like that for most of the last year too, but I didn’t know what was missing. I didn’t know the shape of the hole. The time you’re talking about, the hole was Schü shaped.”

“I know, baby. I know. I’ve had a Chris hole for a long time. You’re part of me, in here.” The player worked his right hand between their bodies so he could pat his heart, and she flinched inside. Her last very serious conversation with Juan was very similar. He held his fist over his heart and said she lived in there even when she wasn’t around. Very quickly, she pictured a silhouette of herself being carved from André’s heart and pushed into the Spaniard’s. She couldn’t imagine there being two of her- enough to go round. She could only really be in one heart at a time. The bit added to the heart couldn’t be stretched or duplicated, but the heart could expand to accommodate more. Hers had grown to fit the André cutout and the Juan cutout too. It was crowded in there for sure, and didn’t feel quite right- kind of like her stomach after all the waffles. But she wanted them both there, and getting them there was satisfying and enjoyable and she didn’t want either of them to go. Meanwhile, the bigger of the two shapes in her heart was watching her face and stroking her sides with his thumb. “I’m very, very grateful that the hole is gone now. I’m very, very grateful to have best friend back.”

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