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maggiec70 · 3 years

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Fun in the Country

My version of Joachim and his BFF, Jean-Boy, at the spa in Bareges and then adjourning to one of J-B's little country properties for more typical Gascon amusements. As always, these shenanigans are seen through the viewpoint of the former Milanese contessa/current aide-de-camp. She disapproves.

Joachim Murat sent Jean a note a few days later. I’m leaving Madrid tomorrow. We should meet at Barèges. It’s a decent spa and not far from you.”

“Why would you want to visit with Prince Murat?” Mariana asked when Jean showed her the note. “You’re always scrapping about something.”

“Not always. Besides, Joachim is entertaining, even when he doesn’t mean to be.”

Mariana resigned herself to a two-day ride to the Pyrenean spa and then days of constant Gascon bragging from two masters of the genre. As rowdy as it promised to be, she hoped the change of scenery would sweep away the last of her anger. Jean had done what she insisted. He’d waved the required documents conferring the majority of his country properties to Jean-Claude under the nose of an elderly black-clad lawyer who creaked each time he moved.

“Give me an official copy,” she’d ordered the lawyer, her peremptory tone causing his furry white eyebrows to rise as his brass-rimmed spectacles slid down his nose. He should have been used to her by then, after her questions directed at him like an artillery assault had determined—finally—that he had the requisite legal acumen and ethics for the task.

“Why did you want a copy?” Jean had asked her when the lawyer scurried away, portfolio clutched tightly beneath one arm. “Don’t you trust me?”

“That’s not the problem. You won’t be here when those documents become an issue. I don’t trust anyone but myself to handle this matter properly.” And if she weren’t around, she would entrust it to one of the phalanx of attorneys who managed her affairs. After all this time with her, they were eminently trustworthy and as ruthless as the Sforzas.

Now, comfortably settled in Barèges, almost everyone drank gallons of rough red wine and told amazingly obscene stories that made Mariana cringe in embarrassment. Neither Jean nor Murat went anywhere near the spa until two days later, complaining of headaches, and by then, she hoped they would both drown. She left whenever she could to explore the neat, tiny village tucked away in a hollow of the hulking, snow-covered Pyrenees, wondering if the change of scene was worth much. She was still angry, but not for the same reasons.

“I don’t know Jean anymore. What’s come over him?” she asked Joseph one evening during a long and raucous meal.

“Given the right circumstances, men revert to a certain type. Be patient—it’ll pass.”

“I can’t imagine you behaving in such a fashion.”

“I have, but you’ve never seen it. You’ll feel better if you ignore it all.”

She couldn’t ignore anything and cringed when Jean suggested they abandon the spa for one of his country properties. “Plenty of room, much more than here. Nobody to disturb us unless we invite them,” he explained, definitely listing to one side.

Murat agreed at once. “Excellent idea, as long as there’s plenty to drink. If you know some lovely ladies to make the time pass pleasantly, be sure to invite them.”

“I’ve got enough Armagnac to put you on your imperial backside every night. As for ladies, I’ll send for as many as you like,” Jean promised in a haze of Bordeaux-inspired grandiloquence. Although the rest of their aides grinned at the prospect, Mariana was livid.

That night she sat rigidly upright in bed, every nerve quivering with anger, while Jean undressed. He wobbled as he tried to get his boots off, and she snickered at him. She hoped he would fall on his face and lie on the rough-planked floor until morning.

“What’s the matter with you?” He tossed the boots aside and fumbled with the buttons on his coat.

“How can you take Prince Murat to that refurbished abbey you bought? How can you promise to amuse him for however long he wishes and send spurious billets-doux to all the women in the countryside? Besides,” she snorted, growing angrier as she spoke, “who’d write them? I expect you’ll ask me since you can’t string three coherent words together. You do know what this makes you?”

Jean did not bother to put on his nightshirt and crawled in bed naked, collapsing against the pillows, one arm flung across his face. “I’m sure you’ll explain. My head’s splitting, so don’t take too long.”

“You’ll be an imperial procurer, in the basest sense of the phrase.”

“Humph!”

“While the prince amuses himself with whichever ladies are besotted enough to accept your invitations, you doubtless expect me to entertain you.”

“You do it anyway.”

Mariana knew neither her anger nor her disapproval would matter in the morning. Leaning over, she blew out the candles. Jean was instantly asleep, snoring gently.

“Merde alors!” She threw a pillow at him, but he never moved.

The following day, not very early, they exchanged pleasant Barèges for the rather outré former abbey of Bouillas near Lectoure. “Surely the monks had better taste than this,” Mariana said after she’d struggled with an ancient, stout wooden door and opened it onto a riotous jumble of gothic, rococo, and Louis Quinze furnishings in the refectory. “If the bedchambers are like this, I won’t be able to sleep.”

“Yes, you will,” Jean replied and led her upstairs.

“It looks like a cheap bordello,” Mariana hissed at him after half a dozen young ladies arrived, as promised, the next evening, “and now it smells like one. I hope the ghosts of the poor, dispersed monks haunt you.”

He grinned at her over the nearly bare shoulder of a blonde in a primrose satin gown determined to charm him, one way or another. Stifling an impulse to slap them both, Mariana stalked out of the refectory and up the stairs.

She sat on the bed in their chamber, full of the most opulently overdone furnishings imaginable. There was scarcely enough room to walk from the door to the bed to the clothes-press to the recessed windows with their thick, wavy glass without bumping into a piece of furniture or a low stool or tripping on the layers of Turkey carpets covering the dark wooden floor. She ignored the assaults on her senses, balled her hands into fists, and swore that this nonsense would end in the next hour or she’d pack up and leave. The muscles in her neck and shoulders tight from anger, she didn’t care what Murat or Joseph or Marcellin or anyone else did where she could see or hear them. But she refused to spend another moment watching overdressed, painted, and perfumed women fawn over Jean. “I’ll put them in their places,” she muttered, sliding off the bed, “and if it causes an uproar, as well as the end of my military career, so be it.”

Mariana yanked off her boots and tossed them in the corner. She stripped off sash, coat, waistcoat, and neckcloth, throwing them across a chair. With an impatient jerk, she removed her shirt and untied the bands across her breasts, shook her hair free of its heavy braid, and ran her fingers through it, coaxing it into its usual waves and curls. After rummaging through her trunk and Jean’s, she deliberately omitted her lace-trimmed drawers and pulled on a clean pair of tight doeskin breeches, silk stockings, and flat-heeled shoes. She took one of his shirts, the cotton batiste so soft it clung to her skin. She thought about dipping the shirt in cold water and then putting it on, as Thérèse Tallien had done with her muslin gowns during the wilder days of the Directory. Instead, she left the laces undone and tied her sash low on her hips, the heavy fringed ends swinging gracefully as she walked. She found her emerald and diamond earrings tied in the corner of a handkerchief and put them on, pleased with the way they sparkled and swayed, unconcerned with the incongruity of fine jewelry and her motley attire. Creeping down the hall and into a chamber occupied by one of the female guests, she splashed herself with perfume from a cut crystal bottle. “About what I expected,” she said, wrinkling her nose at the heavy scent of ambergris.

Mariana descended the stairs, hoping the worn treads wouldn’t creak. No one noticed her until she had sauntered halfway across the room and shoved the primrose-clad woman’s soft, bejeweled hand from Jean’s arm.

“This one belongs to me,” she said, ignoring the woman’s stunned expression and the sudden quiet in the room. Mariana perched on Jean’s knee, buried her hands in his hair, and kissed him until she ran out of breath.

“You’ve been a fool, keeping this beautiful creature hidden from the world,” Murat said. “Ma foi, I think you’ve outdone Masséna. Where’d you find her?”

“It’s a very long story,” Jean said. “I can’t tell you right now.”

Mariana enjoyed watching him squirm, although not from the prince’s comments. “What’s the matter, mon cher? Are your breeches too tight?” She nipped at his ear. “You probably shouldn’t stand up.”

“The hell I won’t!” Jean pushed her off his knee, stood abruptly, and grasped her wrist so tightly that she winced. He strode from the room, pulling her along to the sound of Murat’s approving whistle.

...and you can imagine the rest if you like. I remember laughing the entire time I spent writing the entire scene, pleased that I'd pretty well nailed it. Nothing like real historical people having sex, is there?

#joachim murat #Jean-Boy #country life #teenage boys

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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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Superior Specimen - Chapter 6

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Drama, Theft, Amateur Heroics, Hospital Visit, Shower Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Blow Job, Fingering, Lavish lifestyle, Henry is loaded, The Shard, Expensive Gifts, Sixty nine, Unprotected Sex

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I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Chapter 6

Henry left soon after, grabbing a slice of toast as you’d stood in the kitchen in just your dressing gown, apologising for not being able to spend the day with you but he had meetings for work and for future dig’s planned for the southern hemisphere in the winter. You’d stood in the kitchen sipping your coffee for a long while after he’d left, thinking over what he’d casually dropped into conversation; was this a fling?, Was the fact that he would spend months at a time out of the country the reason why such a catch was still single? Or was this something he did; find a girl, romance them, and then leave them on ‘business’ once things got boring? You shook your head to rid yourself of those thought and immediately regretted it, your head hurting from your wound. You gingerly touched it and brought your fingers in front of your face, letting out a sigh of relief when you saw there was no blood, but you realised you’d need to be careful for the next couple of days.

As you continued to sip your coffee you read over your emails again, re-reading the one from your boss and frowning; it seemed very short and curt, but he was probably just annoyed that one of his staff was due time off in their busiest season due to what was essentially a workplace injury.

You decided you were going to head to yoga, even without the joke earlier about needing to limber up, it would help you focus and recharge your mind as well as your body.

By the time Friday afternoon had arrived your week off was surprisingly busy; finally finding time to do all those small chores that you had put off for weeks, but also you’d taken the chance to go shopping for a dress for your date.

Rather than hit the chaos of Oxford Street or Westfield, instead you’d sought out a couple of vintage and secondhand dress agencies. Your morning had been fun, searching through unique pieces until you’d found it, the dress that was perfect. The woman that ran the vintage shop had guessed it had been a custom piece made in the 80’s, the midnight blue velvet piece fitting you like a glove. It had a thigh high split on one side and was patterned with silver sequins hand sewn on sporadically to make it resemble the night sky. It was strapless but had little hooks along the scalloped bust line that could hook over the cups of a strapless bra for extra security. You had a pair of silver heels in your wardrobe at home that would work perfectly with it, and with a bargain clutch from Primark you were sorted.

As you primped and preened that afternoon, fixing your hair and makeup, you smiled at your reflection as you pulled the dress on just a few minutes before Henry was due to pick you up. You were checking the contents of your clutch when the doorbell rang, frowning as you answered it and saw Henry on the small intercom screen;

“Henry? You know the code”

He grinned at the camera;

“Yes, but I’m being gentlemanly… this time I don’t already have you drunk or drugged in my arms…”

You pressed the buzzer to let him in, flicking the latch on the door as you went to fasten the straps on your heels, looking up just as he peered around the open doorway and stopped dead on his feet;

“Wow…”

He looked you up and down, his eyes wide as he took in your curves in the vintage dress, his gaze pausing at your chest on his way down and then on his way back up again.

You had a similar reaction when you saw how he was dressed; navy suit and kingfisher blue shirt, the top few buttons undone where it fitted his chest like a glove. He crossed the room slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, resting his hands on your hips and ducking his head to kiss you before pulling back to admire your cleavage close up;

“I must say, I am a big fan of this dress” He ran a fingernail over the top of your breast, your skin prickling in Goosebumps at his touch before he opened his jacket and pulled a flat velvet box from the inside pocket and handed it to you;

“You remember when we first started talking properly, that I said I’d brought you something back from Siberia?”

Your eyes went wide;

“Henry… what is this?”

“Open it and see”

In disbelief you pulled the box open and let out a small gasp; nestled within the box was a delicate necklace, a raw amethyst gemstone set into a delicate silver chain. As you held the box he lifted the chain, walking behind you so he could bring it over your head, his fingers nimbly fastening it before he traced his fingertips over your bare shoulders and pressed a kiss to your neck;

“You look stunning… the platinum looks beautiful on you”

You spun around, your hand resting on the necklace;

“Platinum?! I thought it was silver! Henry, this is too much… I can’t take this, not when it’s only our first date…”

He brought his hands to yours and gently clasped them, pressing a kiss to your fingers before he smiled kindly;

“It’s not really our first date though, is it? We’ve had drinks, I’ve spent the night… And please, let me give you this…”

“But it’s too expensive!”

“Not to me it isn’t… I’m lucky enough to me more than comfortable financially, let me share it with you” He closed his hands gently around yours as they held the necklace, pressing a kiss to your knuckles; “It suits you… and I can’t exactly keep it, the chain would get caught on my chest hair”

You laughed and pressed a kiss to his lips;

“Thank you”

Henry had driven you through the early evening London streets with ease, confident and calm even when cabs would cut in front of him or Uber Eats bicycles would whizz past your door at traffic lights. As much as you’d asked him where you were going, he just smiled and replied ‘you’ll see’ before returning his attention back to the road.

Finally you recognised some familiar sights as you passed the entrance to Borough Market, before he swung a left and your eyes went wide;

“We’re going to The Shard?”

He grinned as he steered the car into the space outside the entrance, the valet opening your door was Henry strode around the car and took your hand whilst handing his keys to the valet. The ride up through the building in the silent elevator gave you butterflies, before he took your hand as the doors chimed. Henry offered you his arm and you tucked your own through it, your stomach flipping nervously as he walked with confidence up to the maitre’d;

“Good Evening Dr Cavill”

You had to try and keep your face neutral that the staff knew who he was, and Henry greeted him in return as if he was an old friend;

“How are you Michael? Family good?”

“Yes, thank you Sir. My daughter will be starting Oxford university in September, thank you for your letter of endorsement”

“Wonderful, great to hear. Are we ok to have some drinks and take in the view before we sit down for dinner?”

“Of course, Sir. I can prepare your table for whenever you need it. You’re booked into the Westminster Suite tonight?”

“Yes, that’s the one”

The man smiled as he led you and Henry to a small bar table near the window, and as soon as you’d rested your small clutch bag on it a waiter appeared;

“Can I get you some drinks tonight?”

Henry glanced at you;

“Champers?” You nodded as he continued; “We’ll have a bottle of the Krug 1996”

The waiter nodded once and walked away, and it was only when Henry lightly touched your arm and made you jump did you realise you’d zoned out a little;

“Princess?”

“Sorry, just trying to process this is all real” you laughed quietly

“Very real” he took your hand and was about to say something when the waiter returned, setting the small tray with two champagne flutes and a small bowl of strawberries onto the table, before quietly opening the expensive bottle in front of you. Pouring two glasses he set the bottle onto the table and left without another word, letting you return your attention to Henry;

“What’s on your mind? You were quiet in the car the whole way over. Is this too much?”

You smiled;

“No, it’s wonderful. Obviously it’s not a standard night out for me, but you know…”

“What else is bothering you?”

You took a deep breath and smiled, pointing to your glass of champagne;

“Ok firstly, this; I’m not taking a sip until I tell you that I one hundred percent want to sleep with you”

“Ok, that’s good to hear” he grinned

“You are so kind and caring, specifically waiting until I was sober before we would sleep together, and now obviously you have thought tonight through, you’ve got a suite here - that was a bit of a surprise I’ll add, but a pleasant one - so I want to get this completely agreed to before you waste all this money and then not asking for consent…”

He nodded and sipped his glass, smiling and a kind look on his face as you continued;

“Also, my safe word is Nerd”

“Nerd?”

“Yes. In case of later…”

“Gotcha” he paused for a moment before nodding to your glass; “Do you want a drink now?”

“God yes” You tipped the glass and sipped at the bubbles, feeling them burst over your tongue, and as you were setting the glass down and reaching for a strawberry Henry rested a hand on your hip;

“Is there anything else?”

“You said you were organising digs in the Southern Hemisphere for the winter… where would that leave us, you and me? Would this between us just be a summer fling? I just kind of want to know where I stand before you break my heart”

“So firstly, I do not see this as just a summer fling. I feel like I’ve known you for years, and remember we were talking on Instagram for months before I finally worked up enough courage to say more than just asking if your day was ok… But the winter digs, it’s what I do. Obviously I’m attached to the museum, but I’m also linked to several others all around the world. I can be away for a month or six months at a time, it’s all dependant on the weather and permits, local politics, but I’d fly back whenever I could, and fly you out when you could take time off work”

“You would do that? You would wait for me?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you gently to his chest as he ran a finger gently down your cheek;

“Of course I’d wait for you. I have always waited… I have found people don’t wait for me”

“What?! But… but you’re a catch! You’re kind and caring… you know how to treat a partner in every way!”

He shrugged, looking a little pensive;

“I don’t know what to say… but the last couple of girlfriends presumed I would cheat so ended things ‘before I broke their heart’... which I would never do…”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before a quiet cough sounded behind you, the pair of you turning to see the waiter;

“Would you like your table now or would you like to continue with drinks here?”

Henry smiled at you;

“I could eat, you?”

“Yes, please”

The waiter nodded and loading your drinks onto a tray before you followed him, Henry leaning to whisper in your ear;

“I look forward to eating you later too”

Dinner was fabulous, each dish seemingly better than the last, flavours dancing on your tongue and you had to struggle not to make obscene moaning sounds, but when the occasional one did escape Henry’s smile would spread further across his face until you laughed as well. By the time the dessert menu was brought over you declined;

“Are you sure?” Henry pushed; “Really, you can have anything you like, this whole night is on me”

You laughed quietly;

“I’m not looking at the prices…” you leant back and rested a hand on your stomach; “But I am *just* the right amount of full at the moment to be happy to do any other activities tonight… if I eat dessert I wouldn’t”

Henry nodded and gave a nod to the waiter, quietly speaking to him before turning his attention back to you;

“Princess, shall we retire back to our suite? A nightcap whilst we take in the view; there’s a telescope in the room”

Nodding you sipped on the last of your drink as Henry signed the bill, slipping a stack of notes into the clip before closing the small black file and handing it back. He stood and quickly circled the table, helping to pull your chair out before offering you his arm.

The ride in the lift to the luxury suites was quiet, the atmosphere almost sparking with the energy the pair of you were giving off from the sexual tension. Henry walked you to the door and you were ready to rip his clothing from his body, but as he pushed the door open he smiled and pressed a finger to his lips before speaking, and not to you;

“Michael, thank you, but we won’t be requiring the butler service tonight”

The man you recognised from the restaurant emerged from what you could see what the small kitchenette area, wiping his hands on a pristine tea towel;

“Understood Dr Cavill. I hope you have an enjoyable stay. Your request from the restaurant has been stored safely in the refrigerator”

“Thank you, Michael,”

As the man passed you saw Henry slip him a £50 note as he quickly shook his hand, before taking the Do Not Disturb sign and slipping it over the gold hook on the outside of the door and quietly closing it.

You watched as he shrugged his jacket off and slowly stalked across the room, wrapping his arm around your back, his other hand gently tilting your chin towards his lips as he kissed you, the press of his hot hard body against your own. The kiss was soft, yet he managed to completely dominate you, his tongue pushing against your own and you could taste the whiskey he’d finished his meal with just a few moments before. Your fingers clawed at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, and yet as you managed to get one unfastened he pulled away, slipping his hand into yours;

“Come on, let me show you the view”

The noise that escaped your lips was a cross between a laugh and a toddlers disgruntled moan;

“Henry…” you whined; “I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but please, I’m so fucking horny right now, I need you to fuck me into the mattress”

He turned and walked backwards, tugging you to the panoramic windows and the telescope that sat on the full-length tripod, a quiet laugh filling the void between the two of you;

“Princess, I promise you will get that… we have all night, all weekend! I just have one thing I want to show you…”

He peered through the telescope before stepping back and nodding to you, gently guiding you until he was standing behind you, his hands on your hips. You looked through the eyepiece and let out a gasp; on the roof of a building in Canary Wharf was a light display… and yet it wasn’t just lasers, there was light patterns of dinosaurs; Diplodocus reaching for high leaves, T-rex stalking in the bushes, a group of Raptors running across the building.

“Oh Henry… how did you?”

“I have some friends in the city… and some more friends that run outdoor events… just called in a couple of favours”

You watched through the scope and smiled as you felt Henry wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his hard body flush with your own and started to caress your neck with soft kisses. One hand slipped to your thigh and gently started to tug your dress up until it was high enough for him to slip his hand into the thigh high slit and curl around to seek out your pussy. He was still firmly holding you in place, letting you watch the light show in the relative darkness of the luxury suite, but as his fingers dipped beneath the thin elastic of your lacy thong he let out an appreciative groan as he found you already dripping wet;

“You really are horny, aren’t you?”

He found your clit and started to tease it with tight circles, at the same time grinding into the crease of your ass with the hardness still confined to his smart trousers. Under his expert ministrations you soon found yourself swaying your hips, working between pushing harder against his hand then pushing back to feel that delicious friction from behind. Your head fell back against his shoulder and he let out a feral growl against your neck, his teeth grazing against your smooth flesh before gently biting, causing a shudder to run the length of your spine;

“Ok, Dinosaurs are great, but I need a different bone…”

Your words were breathless and were greeted with a low chuckle. Henry withdrew his fingers and you watched as he brought them to his mouth, tasting your juices from the glistening digits, before he moved them to the zip of your dress and slowly started to unzip you. The dress fell to the floor and he let out an appreciative moan;

“No bra?”

“You complaining?”

“Absolutely not”

Your fingers started quick work of his shirt buttons, unfastening them all before pushing the fabric over his massive shoulders. As he cast the garment aside you unbuttoned his trousers, lowering the zip and palming the massive bulge his boxers could barely contain, Henry’s hips pushing against your palm involuntarily as you felt the heat of his skin though the fabric. Your tongue painted patterns against his chest and his voice stuttered;

“I want you to sit on my face, ride my tongue Princess, let me make you cum”

He dropped to his knees and pulled your lace thong down your legs, before unfastening the tiny straps of your heels, running the tips of his fingers up the length of your body as he stood and rid himself of his own clothing, pulling you to the bed.

He lay on the soft covers, pulling you up his body until your knees were either side of his head, his strong hands gripping onto your thighs as his tongue darted out and parted your folds. His eyes glinted with mischief and you could feel yourself shaking with anticipation as he spoke;

“Turn around”

Taking a couple of moments to shift 180º, you rested your hands on his broad chest as he pulled you down to his mouth. At the first touch of his tongue swiping through your folds again you groaned and curled your fingers through the coarse hair on his chest, shuddering at his expert touch. With each pass of the strong muscle you could feel your body rapidly heading towards orgasm already, but when you felt a wide hand flat on your back, pushing you forwards it was heaven as his lips latched onto your clit and he slid two fingers of his other hand into your soaked channel.

Resting your chest against his abdomen you were face to face with his dick, hard and thick as it rested against his stomach, reaching up to his navel where it wept precum. Wrapping your hand around it you smoothed your thumb over the clear liquid, wishing you could reach it with your mouth, but instead spitting on your other hand to work the hot hard flesh. The groan that was muffled from between your thighs told you he was enjoying it, and in return he slid a finger into you, stretching you, and you knew you were done for.

Your attention waived from him as he worked you closer and closer towards your orgasm, before he managed to curl his fingers just right and you were cumming over his face, his strong arm holding you to his mouth as you shook with pleasure.

Finally he carefully withdrew his fingers from you, lifting you so he could lay you head to foot on the bed beside him before resting one massive hand on your soft stomach as your breath came out in rapid pants, your heart racing. You felt the bed shift and the welcome touch of his warm hands parting your legs so he could crawl up your body, pressing open mouthed kisses to every spot he crossed. Eventually he reached your own lips, kissing you deeply, his tongue wide and strong and you could taste yourself as your own tongue danced with his. You could feel his hardness nestled against your folds, slipping against you as your bodies writhed together before he finally pushed himself up on his powerful arms;

“Are you ready?”

“Yes… please Henry…”

Reaching down he took hold of himself and slid the tip up and down through your folds until you felt that delicious notch of his swollen crown resting at your entrance, he looked back to you;

“I’ll go slow… just relax…”

He started to push forwards, your velvet walls slowly parting as he filled you inch by delicious inch, your eyes going wider with each push. He tilted his hips and immediately found your g-spot, your eyes rolling back in their sockets and you let out a groan that would have rattled the glass in the windows had the building not been fitted with hurricane proof panes. You felt Henry’s soft lips press a kiss to your neck, his mouth moving gently over your skin as he spoke;

“You feel like heaven Princess, taking me so well”

“H-Henry… please…”

“What Princess? Is it too much?”

“NO! No, oh my god, please… please move… fuck me… fuck me like you mean it…”

“Princess…” he warned

“I can take it… I want it…”

You looked into his eyes and saw a glint of concern, before a wide smile spread across his face;

“You can, you’re a good girl…”

Pulling his hips back he pushed back in, parting your walls further and the feeling of being so full was almost indescribable. Sure, you’d had partners with big dicks in the past. Some with small dicks. But no-one that had ever been both long and as wide as Henry was. He wasn’t obscenely long, so there wasn’t the uncomfortable stabbing in the cervix, but every inch of his was thick and meaty, and you could feel him completely. Each thrust was becoming harder and faster, and soon he was wrapping one arm around your thigh to pull your legs open wider, tilting his hips so he could change the angle as he fucking railed you into the mattress, your fingers clawing at his back as you begged him for more and more.

The room faded around you, it was just you and Henry, the pleasure each other’s bodies were sharing with the other, feral grunts and moans as you felt pleasure like never before. You fitted together like two pristine pieces of a jigsaw, working together in unity. The rough brush of his chest hair against your hypersensitive nipples was yet another added stimulation, and with each rapid push and thrust your bodies rubbed together to bring you closer to your peak. You were trembling around him, your legs shaking where you were so close to orgasm.

He let go of your leg, now resting both hands either side of your body as he moved quicker, each thrust more powerful than the last, and with each push you had slid a little more along the bed, your head now hanging over the end and resting on the chaise lounge that sat there, the blood rushing to your brain giving you a head rush. You wrapped your legs around Henry’s waist, hooking one foot over another as you pressed them against his ripe ass. Your bodies were slick with sweat, and when you felt that tell-tale sign that your orgasm was starting a guttural moan emerged slowly through your throat.

Your body shook with intense pleasure, you could feel for the very first time your internal muscles squeezing and massaging Henry’s massive girth within you, realising that you had never felt so complete.

As you rode out your orgasm Henry evened his thrusts out, and as your own pleasure was starting to ebb away it set off his own, his thick seed filling you as you felt him twitch and buck within you. You watched as he threw his head back and moaned your name, the smooth expanse of his neck aching for you to touch, and with the last ounce of strength you had you did just that and pressed an open mouthed kiss to his Adams Apple.

With one final grunt you felt him twitch for the last time before his body relaxed, and those steel blue eyes met yours in the twilight of the room, your bodies only illuminated by the bright lights of the London night skyline. He shifted, moving one hand behind your head to support and cup it in his massive palm, the other resting on his elbow so your bodies were pressed together yet he wasn’t resting his entire weight atop of you. There were no words, the smiles on your faces told the other all the words your mouths couldn’t articulate.

The passing of time didn’t register in your mind, and it was only when Henry’s entire body did an involuntary shudder did you both come back to reality. Steadying himself on his arms he slowly pulled out of you, letting out a string of gentle ‘hoo-ha’s as the pull of your body against his over sensitive flesh was almost overwhelming for him. Kneeling on the bed he ran his hands over your thighs, warm against the now goose bumped skin and he pulled your legs apart slightly;

“Wanna watch my cum drip out of you Princess”

His hands rested on your inner thighs at the apex, his thumbs pulling apart your lips and you watched as he watched his thick seed slowly pool at your entrance. With one thumb he swiped it through the cum before spreading it over your swollen folds. He let out a grunt and moved, sliding an arm behind your back and helped you sit up, pressing his thumb to your lips which you eagerly took into your mouth, sucking on the thick pad as you tasted your combined essence on his salty skin.

“Let’s rest for a while before the next round” he muttered before kissing your cheek.

You nodded, muttering about needing to pee, and on wobbly legs you staggered to the bathroom like a new-born fawn.

Chapter 7 >>>

Chapter 6 notes:

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One-shot #2 Magicians for Sport, the Aftermath

Characters: Josiah Trelawny, Dutch Van der Linde, briefly: Susan Grimshaw, Charles Smith Rating: PG/PG-13 Spoilers: Through Ch. 3 Words: ~2336 Trigger warnings: Mentions of torture and injuries Shipping: Yes - minor Vanderlawny Summary: Trelawny has just been rescued from the bounty hunters who kidnapped him. Dutch takes it upon himself to clean up the mess that is Trelawny. Explanation for this abomination: I wanted hurt/comfort. I wrote myself hurt/comfort. It’s here if you want to read it :D

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He knew he should have been paying closer attention to their path if he ever wanted to recreate it later. The ride had been more an easy trot, a slow lope, than anything quick. But his body ached, his mind empty of all save for one, ever present, thought: I’ve been saved.

There was a point in that whole ordeal that he was completely convinced he was going to die on the cold ground, at the mercy of some halfwit bounty hunters. And there would be people in his life who would be none the wiser: one day he was there, the next – he was not.

But for whatever reason, Arthur and Charles had been there. Whether they had been sent by Dutch to find him, or they had happened on the scene, or they had learned of his disappearance. It didn’t really matter why it happened. What did matter was that he was alive. In pain, entirely disheveled – looking like nothing more than a complete disaster – but he was alive.

“We’re here,” the voice brought him out of his head, and he looked out at the camp. People were walking from one point to another. Talking amongst each other. Enjoying their days. Josiah could only inhale sharp in an attempt to hold back his own emotions at a sight he had believed, if just for a moment, that he would never see again.

Oh, but he was being rather dramatic – wasn’t he? Didn’t half the folk here experience such a situation on the daily themselves? Who was he, who lived an all-things-considered blessed life, to bring attention to his situation?

“Mr. Trelawny?” The sharp, admonishing gasp caught his attention, “Whatever happened to you?”

“Just, ah, a spot of bother my dear Miss Grimshaw,” one by one, he noticed those at camp glancing over. At first a casual look, and then a second quick stare. He thought he noticed young Miss Mary-Beth with her hands over her mouth. He’d have to reassure her he was fine. His voice was low and gravelly, everything spent, “Not a worry, not a worry.”

“Some bounty hunters got a hold of him,” Charles had already dismounted his steed and come around to help Trelawny off his horse. It might be a bit embarrassing, accepting help off one’s horse. But it would be more embarrassing to fall on the ground, and with how weak he felt he was convinced a fall from the horse would certainly kill him. “Wanted him to talk. About Dutch. About us.”

“Did you?” and Trelawny found himself meeting the eyes of Mr. Dutch Van der Linde. The reason he had bit his tongue when his life was on the line.

“No,” he was able to answer with honesty, for once.

“They’re dead now anyway,” Charles was by Trelawny’s side, gingerly handing him and his care over to Susan. The woman giving him her own shoulder to lean on.

“You’re a good friend, Josiah,” Dutch looked over his face, and Trelawny could feel Dutch taking in each injury. The cuts on his nose and under his eye. The bruises on his cheeks. Dark eyes focused on the blood on his shirt and the markings on his neck where he was nearly strangled more than once. “Miss Grimshaw, can you escort Mr. Trelawny to my tent? I don’t want him sleeping on the ground like this. I’ll be by once I talk to Charles about a few things.”

“Of course, this way,” she steered him through the camp and for the first time since he had been in the Van der Linde gang, he avoided the eyes of the other people. Whether it be due to the shame for his appearance, feeling vulnerable being seen in such a state, or uncomfortable about the attention unintentionally bought upon himself, he found moving through camp to be a task in itself.

It was also a bit of a task physically, his legs still wobbly from the abuse and from being bound together for so long. It didn’t take long though until he was in the tent, being laid gently on a bed.

“I’ll be right back, Josiah. I just need to fetch some supplies,” she adjusted him so he was fully on the bed and removed his shoes for his comfort.

“Thank you, my dear,” he felt his body finally relaxing into the sheets on the small bed. His guard dropped – he was safe. However embarrassed he was for how he appeared; Dutch’s camp was a safe place. No one here was going to harm him. Hurt him. Demand answers. His eyelids felt so heavy, and in the next moment, they closed.

“Still with us, Josiah?”

He wasn’t sure how long he had been out when a voice and the sound of a chair being pulled up beside him brought him out of his slumber. He cracked his eyes open, realizing that the tent itself had been closed off from the outside. There was only one person inside with him, “Despite their best efforts, it seems I am, Dutch.”

A cool, wet cloth was pressed against the cut on his cheek, tenderly cleaning the wound. “It seems like they did quite a number on you. Charles said you’re planning on staying with us?” Another cloth was brought to his face as Dutch wiped away the dirt, the grime, the blood that had stained his skin. “I think that’s a good idea. I sent Charles back to your caravan to get your things. Until then….”

The wet cloth went onto to the small end table at the head of the bed, next to a small bowl that contained a couple of more clean rags and water. Dutch reached over to yet another small table and held up a pristine white nightgown, “Hosea volunteered one of his nightshirts. A man like yourself can’t be comfortable in, well, that.”

It was a blunt reminder of his disheveled and dirty clothes. His opulent vest once vibrant and unparalleled in beauty now dulled with dirt, stained with his blood, “No… I can’t say I am.”

“Can you sit up?” Dutch’s motions were similar to Arthur’s – large, careful hands decorated with rings made of valuable metals and jewels guided him up from where he laid. Josiah’s body screamed in pain as he helped to lift himself into a sitting position, and though he tried to hide it, Dutch’s eyes on him told him the man read him like one of Evelyn Miller’s books. “Those sons of bitches are lucky they’re dead.”

The comment caught him off-guard. There was a low anger rolling in Dutch’s voice. It was almost as though he was taking the harm that had befallen Josiah personally. “It appears they may be.”

Josiah could feel the rage in Dutch’s silence as the outlaw leader reached for Josiah’s forearm, picking it up with calculated calm. Dutch was using another wet cloth to wipe the blood and grime away in measured motions, looking over each bruise and remnant of the torture Josiah had endured. It was as though he were caught in a trance, placing one forearm down in exchange for the other.

The gang leader’s hand slid down Josiah’s arm, carefully supporting his wrist as his other hand went to hold his fingers. Dutch’s gaze went to the red chafing from the rope, the red knuckles from his attempts to fight back. Each mark, Josiah realized, was telling Dutch more of the story. His hand left Josiah’s in favor of taking the cloth over the wounded knuckles as he returned to ridding the body of filth. It was almost a marvel in itself. The hands that had ended so many lives were now treating his own life as though it were made of porcelain.

Fingertips brushed against Josiah’s collarbone as his filthy shirt was pulled away to expose more bruising. More cuts. More injuries. Another clean cloth was brought to his skin causing a small shiver.

“Dutch,” Josiah spoke and Dutch stopped his motions, as though awakened from deep meditation. His hand and the cloth were still resting on Josiah’s chest. “You’ve got more important things to tend to, I can handle this.”

“Nonsense. You protected me. I owe you at least this.” Once again, Trelawny found himself stunned into silence. It almost as though Dutch was taking responsibility for everything. Like he felt the cause of the entire ordeal fell on his shoulders. Sure, the bounty hunters had wanted Dutch. But it was Trelawny who spoke so vibrantly of the outlaw, had been so careless in his own poking around that provided the link between himself and the Dutch Van der Linde.

Before Trelawny could question him or alleviate the man’s concerns, however, Dutch stood up, guiding him to do the same. “You can’t lift your arms to get your shirt off, can you?”

Even though he knew the answer, he tried anyway. His arms made it half-way before refusing to move any further – and Josiah found himself looking away in what he could only describe as that same shame from earlier. The one that kept him from looking at those in camp.

“I thought so,” Dutch’s hands went to the opened placket on Trelawny’s ruined white shirt, “Forgive me, for my… uncouth,” his voice pitched up in its signature cracking, "behavior.” And in the next instant, he pulled the shirt apart – ripping down from where the last button had been undone to the bottom of the shirt. The fabric hung limp on Trelawny’s body, leaving him feeling more exposed and vulnerable than he would have had the shirt been removed in its traditional, rightful manner.

But this meant the shirt and the vest could slip right off. And despite the sudden ripping of what was left of his top, Dutch was treating him so carefully. It was though he saw Josiah as some fragile glass that would shatter should he move too quickly. The nightgown came on, fitting him decently and falling well below his knees. Dutch averted his gaze as Trelawny removed the last of his filthy clothes from under the gown.

Was it so obvious how uncomfortable Josiah was at this moment? Being so weak. So unable to perform a trick and vanish as he normally would. He had no control anymore over where he was – being at the mercy of those around him. He wasn’t even sure if it made things better or worse, how tenderly the leader of the Van der Linde gang was caring for him.

At least he felt clean now. The filth from the ordeal scrubbed from his body for the most part, his tattered clothes in a heap on the ground to be disposed of. Dutch’s attention was on him once more, helping to lower him onto the bed, laying him down while Dutch sat in the chair next to him.

“I’m very lucky,” Trelawny finally spoke after his long silence.

But Dutch was distracted again. This time by the bright red marking on Trelawny’s throat. The man’s calloused fingers went to Josiah’s jaw, holding it firm but with care, pushing his chin up with his thumb to get a better look. It was impossible to know what Dutch was thinking, the man’s poker face almost near as good as Josiah’s (when he hadn’t been near beaten to death earlier in the day).

He hadn’t realized how close Dutch’s face had gotten to his own. Almost tantalizing. The hand on his jaw moved to his neck. An act that hours ago had brought fear, but now the touch brought an inexplicable comfort. Perhaps he was foolish, trusting a man like Dutch so completely. Not perhaps. Josiah was plenty a fool. But not when it came to where he put his trust. Dutch’s thumb brushed over the part of his neck that was raw and red. The damaged skin bristled at the touch but Trelawny didn’t want to show that on his face.

And in the next moment he felt lips on his. The wanted man’s body leaned over the fallen magician, the kiss itself firm. Protective. Dominating. And for just this time in their charade together, Josiah let himself accept without competing. He was far too tired to offer anything more than a return of the kiss with approval and light appreciation.

Dutch pulled away in the next moment, “Thank you.”

Josiah wasn’t sure what he was being thanked for. For accepting the kiss? That hardly needed a ‘thank you.’ They had gone back and forth with their trysts before. For not revealing information about him to the bounty hunters? Perhaps. But Dutch should know, the man might not have Josiah’s honesty – but he had his loyalty.

“Get some rest. There will be time for more later,” Dutch’s hand made a last trip up Trelawny’s neck, cupping his injured cheek before moving on to some light grooming of Trelawny’s hair – fixing stray strands that had drifted too far from their rightful place.

He then stood and made his way to the front of his tent.

“Dutch?”

The outlaw worth far more than Trelawny could even imagine stopped in his tracks, giving his full attention to Josiah.

“Please, let sweet Miss Mary-Beth know I will be right as rain in just a day or so. The dear seemed quite concerned. I’d hate for anyone to lose sleep over a fool like me.”

“I’ll let her and everyone know you’ll be okay,” and he reached for the flap at the tent’s entrance, “Glad you’re safe, Josiah. We’d miss you. I’d miss you.”

With that, he slipped out of the tent and Trelawny let himself breathe in deep once again. The breath caused his body to ache but it only served to prove what he had been telling himself since he had gotten to camp: everything may hurt, but he was alive.

His eyes shut and in barely a moment’s time, the cunning magician hobbled by the greed and desires of others had fallen into a deep sleep. As Dutch had said, there would be plenty time for more later.

#{my writing}#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #josiah trelawny #dutch van der linde #vanderlawny #long post #{one-shots}#{rebloggable}#((One day I will stop writing Trelawny trash #but today is not that day #tomorrow doesn't look good either))#((up next on the drabble list: let's traumatize that poor sonofabitch again))#((maybe. depends))#{queue}

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talpup · 4 years

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Crossroads:2

Summary: Loss will make a person do terrible things they never thought themselves capable of doing. Things like wanting the mobsters responsible for your little brothers death to pay so badly you’ll summon a Demon to make it happen.

Maya did just that, but little did she know that the Demon would ask for her soul as the price. Or that when she refused give it to him, he would put her in the path of someone possibly much worse.

Kai is offering to help her but what he wants is so much more than her soul. He wants her everything.

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23565748/chapters/56963527

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Thank you to those who have left hearts. And a VERY special thank you to those who have recently left comments or re-blogged. They REALLY mean a lot.

As always, an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230 for their encouragement and friendship, and reading through the draft of this chapter. This fic started as an idea back in January when they said they’d like to see me write a Kai centered fic. Through their questions and inspiration Crossroads became a fleshed out story. They even came up with the title and female insert/oc’s name. I might be the one writing this fic; but it’s as much theirs as it is mine.

2.1

For the sixth morning in a row Maya woke up in a bed that wasn’t her own. The horrid nightmare faded, leaving her feeling just as exhausted as when she had gone to bed. She turned, bleary eyes focusing on the man whose room she slept in.

Chisaki Kai.

Her breath caught seeing his gold eyes locked on her.

“You were restless again.”

His words were spoken with such familiarity that it both agitated and put her at ease.

“I saw him die again.” Maya confessed, turning away.

Kai put aside the papers he hadn’t looked at in more than an hour, the sight of her much more enthralling than the work he had to do. “It will lessen and fade.”

He sounded as if he were speaking from experience. Then again, Maya supposed that as a mob boss Kai would have witnessed terrible things that haunted and were never truly forgotten.

A Mob Boss. The idea was still hard to grasp. The Demon Dabi had certainly spoken true when he had said he would give her another way to see her justice done.

Kai wasn’t the average Mob Boss, though he certainly didn’t seem any less ruthless. At least not when he had agreed to help her see the men that killed her brother dead after hearing her story. She had thought the offer too good to be true, and when Kai had brought her back to the Shie Hassaikai’s compound she had been sure the payment for his help would be unsavory.

Not that she wasn’t unaccustomed to unsavory deals. The ones she had occasionally been forced to make with the landlord to keep a roof over her brothers head when funds were short, made her feel dirty just thinking about it. But Kai hadn’t asked for such favors. At least not yet.

She sat up in the plush bed, hugging the soft sheet that probably cost as much as one months rent.

“I don’t know if I want them to fade. Yet I want to wipe them away with something else.” She said of the reel of memories that detailed her brothers death. “Does that make sense?”

Kai looked her over, fingers twitching, wanting to rip the covering sheet away and expose her to view. “It does.”

She turned back to him. He sat on the lounge that he had taken as his bed these past six nights, though by the look of him she doubted slept much.

The piece of furniture was likely a thousand times more comfortable than her bed back home, but she still felt bad for taking his bed. Then again it was Kai who had said that she needed to sleep in his quarters. His reason being so she wouldn’t be disturbed by his men knocking and sniffing around. She might’ve thought the offer somewhat chivalrous if it had been an offer rather than an already decided statement.

Her eyes skimmed over him, taking in his handsome face. His fine tailored shirt and pants were rumbled. His jacket, tie, and vest, like his dust mask, long since removed once they had entered his private rooms. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone and she couldn’t help but linger on the peek of chest and collarbone.

She had occasionally seen the definition of his chest and abs when the fabric of his shirt pulled just so. Even the sleeve garters, perfectly fitted as they were, strained slightly when his biceps flexed.

Kai sat back and let her get a good look. It had become something of a morning routine with her. One he didn’t want to get too comfortable in. He would much rather have a routine where he woke up beside her and fucked her into the bed. But it had only been seven days. He had to be patient.

He smirked seeing her gaze lower to where his semi-hard cock made a soft tent in his pants.

Just the sight of her in his bed. Hair mussed. Night gowns spaghetti strap hanging off a shoulder. The outline of her body clearly visible under the single, thin sheet. It stirred something inside him that no other ever had.

His fascination with her had been immediate and surprised even him. But rather than question it, Kai accepted it. He had wanted her mind, body, and soul from the start. And the more he learned about her the more that desire grew.

Her openness was a breath of fresh air. And the fact that she had kept her innocence in spite what had happened was heartening. But just because she remained sweet and innocent didn’t mean that she would suffer vile deeds without seeking just retribution. She was strong in both will and spirit. And her brand of justice suited his perfectly.

She was a woman that he could share his vision with. She wouldn’t balk or be frightened by what he and the Shie Hassaikai were doing. She would understand. She would celebrate his victories with him, and comfort him on trying days, like the one where her brother had died. It was early times yet, but he could see her eventually giving him children. A vested interest in seeing his plan come to fruition. They would strive all the harder to see the filthy and immoral wiped from the earth so that his children could live and grow in an upright and wholesome society, unsullied by the sordid and depraved.

Kai got to his feet and stepped to her. He brushed back her hair, sighing at the smooth, soft silkiness. He was so use to a detached dullness to everything he felt. A barrier between him and the filth of the world. He rarely went without his gloves, unless he was in his private rooms. And even then, the things he touched in his personal space where cold, and hard, and uninviting.

But not her. She was soft, and warm, and oh so inviting. The feel of her was a gaslight that burned in the best of ways. The mere sight of her electricity, lighting up the dark recesses of his soul and showing him needs and desires he never knew he had.

He didn’t want anything between him and her. Didn’t want anything to limit or distance his feel of her. Anything to cover the sight of her. Anything to shield her innermost thoughts and wants from view. He would give this woman everything. And he would take everything she had to give and more.

Maya glanced up at Kai. She knew that look well enough. She had seen it on the landlord and numerous others. But Kai’s gaze held far more than lustful hunger. There was something else. Something oppressive and almost menacing in his golden hues. It sent a shiver down her spine, but she told herself it was just the chill from having woken from another nightmare.

Of course Kai’s eyes would hold a darkness that others didn’t. He was a the leader of the Shie Hassaikai. A yakuza that even the most violent of bootleggers feared.

Kai fingers curled under her chin, tilting her face up. “What do you say we wipe those memories away with something far more pleasing?”

Maya brightened and for a moment Kai’s soft smile grew.

“You found one of them?” She saw his smile falter and hurried on. “I mean it’s not as if I had any doubts. I knew you would. I just I didn’t expect it to be this soon.”

She got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around her.

Out of all the things Kai had provided for her, a robe hadn’t been one. Previously she had fought against him picking out clothes for her to wear each morning; even though she had eventually relented, knowing that she couldn’t exactly dictate how things went here if she wished to see her brother’s killers dead. But today she’d happily wear whatever Kai wanted her to.

She shot him a smile as she made her way toward the large en suite bathroom. “I can’t wait to see what you pick for me to wear today.”

The door was closed before Kai could get a word in edgewise. Not that he would've corrected her faulty presumption. He didn’t want her thinking less of him when she had been so happy and amazed.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t know who had started the shoot out that day. All For One was a brand of hard booze that Shigaraki Tomura and his gang bootlegged. They were a relatively small but insidious group whose booze was sold in practically every speakeasy across several counties.

If the plan to poison their latest batch hadn’t been bundled, the world would've potentially been cleansed of thousands, if not tens of thousands of filthy carousers that sought nothing more than their own immoral pleasure.

While the Shigaraki men there that day had been mid-ranked, making a move on any member of the gang would be tantamount to war. Then again, he and his men were already at war with Shigaraki and any others that fed the public's unwholesome thirst.

Kai made his way through his quarters and opened the door to the rest of the house. A young man that acted as both guard and page straightened and turned.

“Morning, Sir.”

“See that breakfast is prepared, and tell Hari to be in my office in an hour.”

The man nodded, curtly. “Yes, Sir.”

Kai closed the door. He would send Hari out to grab the first Shigaraki man he came across. He didn’t even have to be one of those who had been part of the shootout. They were all guilty anyway.

He supposed it was time to start looking in truth for those that had been part of the shootout that day. Maya deserved the justice she wanted after all. And she undoubtedly be all the more grateful to him for giving it to her.

2.2

The day had passed slowly, with a growing tension. By the time they retired back to Kai’s chambers it was easy to tell Maya was sour.

He pulled off his mask and unbuttoned his suit jacket, letting it slide off. “You’ve been upset since breakfast. Care to tell me what the matter is?” He stepped to her, fingers brushing back her hair and tilting her chin up. “I can’t fix it unless I know what it is, Beautiful.”

Maya tired to turn her face away, but found her chin caught in Kai’s grip.

“Don’t turn away for me.” His hold lightened, thumb brushing across her lips. “I’ve given so much to you. A promise of justice. Safe place to live. Warm, comfortable bed to rest. Clothes worthy to be worn and touch the likes of you. And what have I asked in return? Nothing. The least you can do is show me the respect I am due by looking at and answering me.”

She would've argued that this was more of a place to stay, not live; and like the bed and clothes, something she hadn’t asked for. But he had been right about her rudeness. Kai did deserve her thanks and respect for what he was doing for her brother’s cause.

She blinked up at him and apologized. “I’m sorry, Kai. You’re right.”

Kai smiled, hand caressing her face. She was just so soft and warm, he couldn’t help himself. He just had to touch her.

“So tell me, Beautiful. What’s been bothering you all day?”

She swallowed. Would it seem ungrateful to say she was disappointed? Probably. But she also didn’t want to lie. Lying wasn’t who she was, and a part of her was frightened to try it with him, even if the truth had a chance of making him upset.

“It’s just that this morning I had thought that one of my brother’s killers had been put down. Only to learn that wasn’t so, but your men were closing on one. I had hoped that we would get news he had been taken out. But as the day progressed…” She looked down and away. “Now it’s late and I’m going to bed knowing that all of my brother’s killers are still live. It’s not right that he’s dead and they get to live another day. He was so good. Such a happy, helpful young boy.” Her gazed lifted to him. “I know it sounds ungrateful and I’m sorry. I’m not ungrateful. Truly. But I can’t help how I feel and don’t want to lie.”

He kissed her forehead. He couldn’t help himself.

As wonderful as the affection felt, he didn’t like the way she tensed at the contact.

“That’s good. You should never lie to me, Darling. No matter what you have to say. You should always tell me the truth. Even if it’s bad. It would be better to tell me than to lie. Lying to me is unacceptable and would be painful for us both. You understand?”

Maya’s heart beat rapidly in her chest.

“Answer me, Sweetheart.”

“Yes.”

Kai smiled at her whispered response. “So soft and meek for me. I didn’t mean to frighten you, Maya. I simply want you to understand that I won’t tolerate anything between us.”

“I… understand.”

Every fiber in her being was telling her to run. But Kai’s towering frame was blocking the door. Though in truth she probably wouldn’t have run anyway. Her will to see those who killed her brother punished far outweighed any sense of self preservation. She had given up her body and innocence before to shelter and provide for him. He was the only family she had. The only reason she had to kept on going. Without him her life was without purpose. All she had left was her revenge. And Kai had promised to give it to her.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.” He hand traveled from her face down her neck to her shoulder. “Now. As for your disappointment. There’s no reason to be distraught. Hari has found one of them and they will be dead by morning. I promise.”

“I want to see.”

Kai’s expression darkened. “Don’t you trust me?”

“It’s not a matter of trust. Of course I trust you. It’s just… These men killed my brother. I can’t get that horrid memory out of my head.” Her eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowing. “It’s always there. Him laying in that dirty street. Pained and scared and bleeding out, and then lifeless.” Her eyes opened, gazing fixing on him. “You said it would fade; but I don’t want it to. I want to wipe it out with the image of them. Dead and bleeding. I want to see it. To see them. They need to suffer and die for what they did. And I want to watch it happen.”

Kai paused.

Her words both thrilled and concerned him. He was glad to see such a fire for justice in her. It further proved how perfect she was for him. That she would understand and support his cause. Yet at the same time, for his sweet, innocence darling to be so blood thirsty that she wanted to watch these men die…

“Are you sure?”

She pulled back from him. “Of course I’m sure!”

“Calm down. Don’t raise you voice at me.”

There was a heat within Kai’s low even voice that made Maya shuddered. “Sorry.”

Rather than step to her, Kai beckoned her back with a single crooked finger. He waited impatiently as she slowly stepped back to him, gold eyes looking her over.

His hands were on her again as soon as she pulled up close. “I asked because seeing a person intentionally murdered is different than seeing someone killed.”

“My--”

Kai pressed two fingers to her lips. “I wasn’t done, Precious. Don’t interrupt me.”

He both felt and saw her lips pull in and press together, and had to lower his hand least he pressed his fingers into her mouth as well.

Later, he told himself. Soon enough his fingers and cock would fill her mouth. Good luck interrupting me then, he thought, dick twitching in interest. And if she still dared try to do so, he would fuck her till she was such a mess that she was incapable of words.

“These men are disgusting, vile creatures, Maya. They don’t deserve a swift and painless death. Are you sure you can handle that?”

She watched him a moment, considering. Finally she shook her head.

Kai could see in her eyes that despite her answer, she wasn’t happy.

“But you still want to see something.” He prodded.

Maya nodded.

“Words.” Kai commanded.

“Yes.”

He stepped around her imagining that yes was in response to a very different sort of prodding. His hand traced around her shoulder, fingers curling under the embroidered strap of her dress. So beautiful, he thought. So soft, and warm, and welcoming.

“Do you trust me, Darling?” His chest pressed against her back, breath tickling her ear. “Do you trust me to know what’s good for you?”

She couldn’t wholly say yes to that, but knew no wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear. Yet she knew he would know if she were lying. She considered the situation of her brothers vengeance. How Kai was helping her, and had sought to protect her from something she might not have been ready for.

If she focused on that aspect alone she could give the answer he wanted without falsehood.

“Yes.”

“Yes what, Dearest?” His moved and spoke into her other ear “Let me hear you say it.”

“I trust you, Kai.”

Kai ran a hand over her silken hair. “Such a good girl for me.”

Maya swallowed. Maybe she should've sold her soul to Dabi. But where Dabi had asked for eternity, whatever Kai wanted would only last until justice had been fully met.

Kai felt her unease and decided not to push. He had one last meeting with Hari before he could fully unwind and rest within his quarters. And now, he had a new order to give his Lieutenant as well. One that he hoped would make his Darling very happy.

Kai pressed a kiss to her head and pulled his gloves back on. “Wash up and get ready for bed. I’ll be back shortly.”

2.3

Hari entered his boss’ office prepared to give the days report. But as soon as he closed the door, Kai spoke.

“This lackey of Shigaraki’s you found. Is he on ice yet?”

“No, Sir. But he will be by morning. I guarantee it.”

Kai laced his fingers, focusing on his Lieutenant. “Good. And the search for the men that killed Maya’s brother?”

“As you know, we just started looking in earnest this morning. But there’s a number of leads. We will find and take them out soon enough.”

“Good.” Kai sat back, gesturing for Hari to sit.

Hari did so but remained quiet, patiently waiting. He knew his boss well enough to know there something was on else his mind. It was safe to say that whatever it was, it was about the woman upstairs in Kai’s rooms.

Maya. Her looks alone were enough for Hari to understand the attraction. But Kai’s interest in her went far deeper than that. While Hari didn’t understand it, he didn’t question it. It was enough that Kai wanted her and had told him to respect her as he would him.

Kai rubbed at his brow. “She wants to see him.”

His Boss sounded tired. Hari had noted the minute changes in him over the last few day, telling of Kai’s lack of rest. But it wasn’t his place to give his leader orders, even if those orders were simply to get some sleep and for Kai’s own good.

“What to see who, Sir?”

“The filth.”

“The one we’re taking out tomorrow?”

Kai nodded.

“Is that wise?” Hari questioned, carefully.

“I talked her out of seeing him killed.”

Hari managed to silence his scoff. He found the idea of her wanting to see the man killed naive. It had been years since he had witnessed his first hit; but he could still remember it clearly. He could still smell the blood, and hear the cries that became muffled and slowly turned to nothing. He had committed countless hits far more gruesome than the first one he had seen, but it still stood out among all the rest.

“Bring his head.” Kai ordered.

“Boss?”

“You heard me.”

Hari nodded not sure how seeing a mans severed head was much better.

“She’s to be my woman, Hari. There is nothing I will deny her. So long as it suits me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

2.4

Maya was already in bed by the time Kai returned. She sat up, watching him take off his mask and gloves.

“You work hard.”

Kai turned, the tension in his shoulders melting at the mere sight of her. Truly, how had he managed without her in his life? It had only been seven days but he couldn’t imagine going back to a life without her.

If only he could get a proper nights sleep, everything would be perfect. Well, almost perfect. Things wouldn’t be perfect until Maya understood the way of things and accepted it. But he was taking that slowly, not wanting to frighten and force her.

He undid the final button of his vest, and loosened his tie. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t.”

Kai stepped over to the bed, eyes narrowed with concern. “Trouble getting to sleep?”

“Yeah.”

It was partially true. She certainly wasn’t going to tell him that she had grown accustomed to the sound of him shuffling through papers while he worked in the lounge sofa near the bed. That she apparently needed the sound and presence of him to fall asleep.

She told herself that it was because she was in a new house filled with scary men and foreign noises. She was use to the sounds her home made. Use to the sound of her little brother snoring lightly in the pallet across the room, a single hanging sheet their sole means of privacy. Though filled with nightmares, her first night in this room, with Kai watching over her had been the first night she had actually slept since her brothers death. Kai had become her comfort. Her refuge. She needed him. At least she needed him if she wished to sleep.

Kai smiled softly, chest swelling that his absence had caused her unrest. He took the open book laid out beside her, and closed it.

“Well I’m here now, Darling. You can rest easy.” He brushed her hair back, caressing her cheek. “I’m having Hari bring a surprise for you tomorrow. So I suggest you lay down and get some rest.”

Her hand clutched his forearm.

Kai’s fingers paused along her cheek, waiting to see if she would further or try to push away his affection. She did neither, hand simply holding him. Though he wanted more, he decided that it was enough for now.

“Do you often work through the night?”

Kai’s fingers resumed their caressing. “When I need to. The ills of booze and chaos it creates won’t be wiped away without hard work and effort.”

“Still. I can’t help but think that my being here has disturbed your time of peace and restoration.”

“You’re presence has brought me more peace and rest than I ever knew possible.” Kai asserted, so enthralled by the soft, warm feel of her that he missed her glance to the white velvet sofa.

She gently pulled his hand away. “Yet these sleepless nights are taking a toll. I can see it.”

“I’m fine.” Kai frowned, fingers itching to touch her.

Maya sighed and nudged him back. He was just like her brother. Clearly overtired yet claiming he could stay up to play, or in this case work. She wasn’t having it.

Kai didn’t budge. Then he saw her legs swing over the bed and stepped back. Not so much to give her space, but to get a better view. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the tender, luminescent skin of her thighs that the bunched up nightgown afforded.

“Seriously, Kai. How much longer can you go on like this?” She stood up and gestured to the lounge. “Is it because the sofa’s uncomfortable? I told you I could sleep in it.”

Kai closed the small distance between them, chest practically touching hers. “No, you can’t. What kind of man would I be if I let my lady take the couch?”

Her skin prickled at him calling her his. But she ignored the sense of warning and told herself it was because of the cool air hitting her skin from having gotten out of a warm bed. She told herself that she was doing this so there would be justice for her brother. That she had done and suffered worse for him than letting someone like Kai call her theirs.

Kai’s eyes lowered. Standing this close, the cut of her nightgowns neck allowed him to see a tantalize amount of skin. The pure white fabric thin enough that he was left wondering if he could actually see the color of her pebbled nipples, or if it was imagined.

Maya sighed. She knew she was going to regret this, but it wasn’t right. Taking Kai’s bed. Watching him slowly succumb to exhaustion. She couldn’t do it. Not while he was already doing so much for her and her cause. Her pride wouldn’t have it. More than that, her instincts as a caretaker wouldn’t allow it.

“Come on. Sleep in your own bed.”

Kai’s gold eyes darkened. “I don’t like repeating myself, Sweetheart.”

“I mean join me.” She saw his stern gaze turn ravenous, and clarified. “To sleep.” She crossed her arms suddenly feeling terribly exposed. “You can’t run a gang, let alone help me get justice if you keep on staying up working through the night.”

Kai smiled, pleased. It might not have been exactly what he wanted; but it was a sizable step toward it. And she had been the one to suggest it.

She truly was perfect. So thoughtful and caring. She had noticed how little sleep he had been getting and the toll it was having. And like a good mate, had sought to give him what he needed.

Hands on her hips Kai stepped her backwards, a self satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

The back of Maya’s legs hit the bed. She jumped, hands clutching at the sleeves of his shirt. What had she done? She hadn’t meant…

“Get into bed, Beautiful.”

At his hands gentle urging, she sat down with a plop.

Kai’s smile grew. His darling was so sweet and obedient. He wondered if he could take her right now. But he wouldn’t push. Maybe tomorrow night, after he had presented her with her gift.

Yes, he thought. She would be so pleased and grateful that she wouldn’t deny him anything then. With his gift he will have proven that he was just as perfect for her as she was for him. That he was a man of his word, and would provide and protect her from the filth of this world.

He gave the apple of her cheek a chaste kiss. With one last smile, he turned away, pulling off vest and tie.

“I’ll shower and get cleaned up, then join you in bed. We can sleep and dream of tomorrow.”

#bnha #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #overhaul #yandere!overhaul #yandere #1920s #my hero academia #crossroads

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Title: Life’s A Dance

Author: @moosheeran

Rating: PG 13, idk there is cursing

Author’s Note: Ya’ll dont understand how long it has been since I sat down and been creative. I have way too many ideas and my my mind is a huge mess. Hopefully ya’ll can follow me lol. Plus, I hate editing. Enjoy! Oh and this title is a country song that can be found here

What a beautiful day for a wedding!

Lost in thoughts of a beautiful wedding, the first looks and first kisses as official husband and wife, the first dance and the loud cheers filled her head. The way her wedding dress would hug her body and the way he would look at her as she walked to him, oh happy thoughts they were, or at least they should’ve been. A hint of jealousy sat in her heart as she watched her best friend get ready for her wedding day. That was to be her but the universe seen to have other plans for her, which wasn’t such a shocking surprise for her. Slipping into the bridesmaids' gown, she could only imagine it was her wedding dress. That was long gone and she was slowly accepting that fact. Self confidence was no longer something she had but there was no way she back out of this role. Layla was her best friend, she had been with her through all her ups and downs. The least she could do was be supportive and be super happy for her best friend to be marrying the love of her life. Deep down, she was more worried about seeing someone she was trying to hate so very much.

Ed’s eyes scanned the crowded room of people as the celebrations of a wedding went on. There was too much on his mind, too many emotions in his heart that the only way he knew how to deal with his sorrows. The liquor no longer burned as he downed a few drinks. For one, the crowd wasn’t his cup of tea, but he knew if he was feeling this uneasy there was someone else in the room feeling the same thing. Deeps breaths and positive thoughts wasn’t helping him in the situation anymore so the drinks came faster and faster. If you can’t think your problems away, you drink them away instead. Mid-drink, his eyes landed on the most beautiful person in the room and it wasn’t the bride. After all this time, his heart hammered at his chest just seeing her smile as she moved gracefully through the crowd. Greeting people like old friends and sharing hugs and smiles, Ed was frozen in admiration of her. The thoughts of the good times flooded his memories and for a second the whole world faded away.

“Ed…” her voice softly pulled him away from good times. Hello back to reality and hearing the strand in her voice as she spoke to him. “Hope you’ve been doing well.”

“Yeah…..” what could he say to her? Oh life has been lovely, hopefully I didn’t crash your world. “How have you been?”

“Peachy.” A deep breath followed her words, her pose falling a tad as she glanced around.

“Eliza, I need to talk to you.”

“Here is not the place to talk,” another deep breath followed her words. It was taking everything for now to fall apart. “One day maybe but not here or soon.” That meant conversation over. As she took a gracefully step away, she turned just ever so slightly. Shaking her head, she walked away from him as if he was a mere acquaintance, instead of the person she spent the last few years with, the person all her wedding plans included.

As the night went on, Ed’s drinking got heavier, he didn’t even care that he was slipping into old habits. Shit, this was his only way he could actually cope with being in the same room with someone who hated him so very much. Did he blame her? No. At the moment, he hated himself too. As the drinking got heavier, the liquor got harder. There was absolutely no turning back.

Hugging and goodbyes started to go around, well wishes and happy cheers went out to the newleys as the made their grand exit. As people started to drift on home, Eliza couldn’t help her heart for hurting when her sight fell on a very intoxicated Ed. With a deep breath, she decided to be the bigger person.

“Come on,” she stated sternly as she grabbed his hand.

“Where?”

“To you hotel.” Gathering some of her flowing dress in her free hand, she slowly started to drag him out of the building.

“I can go alone.” Ed words slurred as he attempted to argue. “I’m grown.”

“Yeah yeah. Whatever, I’m not letting you go alone drunk.”

“Oh you care?” Ed words felt like a blow to her heart. Did she care?

“Unfortunately...yes.” Both fell quiet after her confession. The odd awkward tension between the two was stronger than ever. Not only had it been five months since they last saw each other, Eliza just openly admitted to both Ed and herself she still actually cared.

Eliza underestimated exactly how hard it was going to be getting a drunken Ed into a hotel. A lot of giggling came from Ed as she got him out of the car, even more when she searched the suit pockets for his room key. It took everything she had not to break down in giggles with him, she had to be mad at him. She just had too.

The long layer of her gown in hand, arms wrapped around a drunken ginger, his weight all on her, they started a few long journey to the front desk. First thing she knew, Ed didn’t use his real name for hotel rooms, hell he changed it every time. Secondly, Ed was so wasted he probably couldn’t even remember anything but that he was drunk. The first desk clerk was sweet and smiling as the pair walked up. Ed still giggling like a two year old. Eliza couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Is there any way I could get this room number,” Eliza asked sweetly. Ed leaning on her more and more. Handing the key card to the clerk, Eliza held her breath as she watched her eyes scanned her standing there.

“Normally no….But…” the clerk handed her a paper with the key. “He’s looking like you hung the moon, please don’t make me regret this.”

“No need to worry. I just need to get him to bed. Thank you so much.”

By the time they made it to the room, Eliza was thanking the gods. Between the long day, the emotional turmoil, being in heels, and now dragging a person that was dead wait, she just wanted to sit and breath. Dropping Ed on the bed, she couldn’t help but take a deep breath. Sitting on the bed, she felt Ed touch her arm as she bent down to take her heels off. Just ignored it she kept telling herself. Feet free of the heels, she felt a tad better before turning her attention back to Ed who was half asleep.

“Come on, sit up,” she commanded standing in front of him. Very slowly Ed sat up, eyes swiping over her. Very carefully she tugged his suit jacket off. Ed’s eyes stayed glued on her as her fingers slowly undone the button down shirt. Mumbling to take deep breaths to herself, Eliza helped him out his shirt.

“I could…” Ed slurred some as tried to keep his beating heart under control. “I got it.” Bending over to undo his shoes, a giggled filled his ears as he started to lose his balance.

“Just let me do it,” she shook her head as she sat on the floor. Untying the shoes, she slide them off along with his socks. “Can you undo your trousers?” Ed just nodded, because some reason looking at Eliza from that angle did something to him.

Rather it was drunken thoughts or thoughts he had sober, her looking up at him with the soft sweet eyes just did something to him. In no time those thoughts were gone as soon as she stood up again. His mind went to a place it hadn’t been in awhile. A place he swore he couldn’t go back to, the place that craved Eliza like she was the air he needed to breath. It wasn’t until he felt her hand him a bottle of water and place pills in his hand that he was brought to reality.

“Just stay…” Ed managed to mumbled as she took whatever he was given.

“I’ll see…” Eliza took the bottle away from him, pushing him to lay down on the bed. “Just get some sleep, okay.”

Sitting on the floor, gown and all, she dug through the mess Ed called a packed suitcase. A part of her couldn’t leave him alone for the night, what if something happened she kept asking herself. Shaking her head, she started to fold the clothes as she tried to find something to sleep in. The memories of packing his suitcase tours flooded her mind. There was many times she sat on the floor packing it because he couldn’t organize it to save his life. T-shirt, check. As she kept looking something caught her eye at the bottom. Pulling it out, there was a picture she thought she would never see again. There stood a younger Ed and Eliza, smiles on their faces, she remembered that day. The day her dreams finally started to come true and tears threaten to fall fast. Why did he still have that? Why did he have it with him? It had been months, five to be exact, he probably had moved on. At least that's what she told herself. Everything good and bad hit her at once and she couldn’t even answer when she heard Ed say her name. He moved, he had too. He was famous. He was rich. He could have anyone he wanted.

“I love you Eliza…” Ed’s words were just a whisper. Yet, it sounded like a shout in her head. He didn’t love her anymore. He was just drunk. But a drunk tongue speaks words a sober mind is afraid to say.

No answer. She couldn’t answer. Hurrying to put his things back up, Eliza grabbed the t-shirt and into the bathroom she went. The door slamming harder than she wanted to. At that moment, the flood of tears came. In five months, she didn’t really cry. It took so much of her to convince herself that he didn’t love her. That he was over her. That she was over him. At that moment, she couldn’t fool herself. The tattooed lad had all over heart, no matter how long it’s been, she loved him. Loved him more than life. But she couldn’t. It was over. All over. Story complete. The End.

The soft knock on the door startled her out her thoughts, a course it was Ed. For one they were in his hotel room and for two, he had a certain knock for when she was upset. How many times he knocked on the studio door so soft because she was aggravated or just overwhelmed. That memory brought a smile to her face. The old times were great.

“Go back to bed, I’m just changing.” Eliza slowly stripped out her dress, pulling his t-shirt over her head.

“You gonna stay,” his slurred words hit her ears.

“Yes, just go back to bed please.” Heavy footsteps echoed her ears as she started to take her hair down. You can do this, she told herself. You slept in the bed with him before. No feelings. It's just sleeping. Just to make sure he’s going to be okay. That’s all. By the time she crawled into bed, Ed was out. Her emotions screamed to kiss him, tell him goodnight and snuggle up to him. Instead, she turned her back to him and laid as close to the edge as she could. No emotions. No touching. Just sleep. That’s all.

Morning came in a blur to Ed, as his eyes opened he had no clue how he got to the hotel or even in bed. All he could remember was the wedding ceremony, the celebration after not too much. Eliza was there. He remembered seeing the pain in her eyes when they landed on him, but after that he remembers nothing but her walking away from him. Suddenly, movement next to him froze him. What did he do? Slowly turning over he was faced with waves of dark hair spread out across the pillow, face tucked under the covers. Holy shit, he was a fucking idiot. This was the same thing that got him in the mess five months before. The same mess that made him lose Eliza. With a deep breath, a courage he didn’t think he had, he moved the covers gently from the female next to him, his heart stopped. There was some random girl in his bed, it was the girl he would do anything to have back. It had been too many days that he hadn’t woken up beside her. Not much of a morning person, if Eliza was next to him, he would face the morning with a smile. Then questions started to fly, why was she in bed with him? What happened? Was she drunk? Would she regret whatever happened? What actually happened? With questions swirling in his head, he sat up quickly, not only did his head start spinning from questions and the effects of the alcohol from the night before, Eliza’s voice seem to clear the fog.

“Lay back down,” her voice heavy with sleep as she pulled him back to the mattress. As much as he wanted to resist her demand, his body gave into her request.

“What happened last night,” Ed questions looking at Eliza. She didn’t seem to mind being in bed next to him, so it wasn’t anything bad, so he thought.

“You got drunk,” Eliza nuzzled her face back into the pillow.

“Why are you here?”

“You got drunk. Did you not hear me?”

“Nothing happen?”

“No!” Eliza snapped quickly at the question. Both were taken back from the quickness and sharpness of her answer. “Listen Ed, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That’s all.” Sitting up, she stretched ever so slightly and Ed couldn’t help but to scan her body. It had been so long. Mentally, psychically, and emotionally he craved her, just the slightest touch from her, just a smile even. “I’m going to head out. I’ll get your clothes back to you somehow.”

Ed wanted to scream no, just stay for two more minutes. Lay down and act like they were a normal couple. What he would give for her to just love him again, hell he would probably sell his soul to his devil at this point. There was so many thoughts that past through his head, so many things he wanted to say, but the only thing he could do was get herself together, gather he things and walk out. His heart screamed at his mind to tell her to come back. Just come back to him and love him like she once did. He just wanted her to take all his demons away once again, he wanted his dream life once again. Yes, his life was amazing and he had everything going for him. That meant nothing if Eliza wasn’t with him. She was his world, she was the love of his life. Stupidly, he ruined that months ago.

Three weeks.

It took three long weeks for Eliza to finally agree to talk to Ed. There was so many pep talks she had given herself up until that day. Standing at the front door of the house she once called home, well those pep talked no longer helped. Ed had called or texted her almost every day asking to talk, always an excuse she had. Finally, he didn’t ask, he told her they needed to talk. Not a bone or emotion could disagree with him. Five months. It had been five months and didn’t talk about what happened. It was like the story ended in a flash. No one had answers, no one knew the answers, no one knew what really happened. The End. That was all.

Jumping at the knock on the knock on the door, Ed rushed to answer it. His whole body was on edge, never did he demand Eliza to do anything. Enough was enough and he had to talk to her. There was so much to say that was left unsaid. Letting Eliza in, which was odd opening the door to her home, Ed could sense the uneasiness on her. In his mind she was the bravest girl in the world. From the start of her life to pushing for her dreams, Ed admired everything about her. Did she know that? Did she know what happen was a stupid mistake?

“Would you like anything,” Ed questioned out of awkwardness and politeness. What was he supposed to say? This was horrible. The idea of talking seem grand, until she was in front of him.

“I just why Ed,” Eliza blurted out. That’s all she could say that all she wanted to know. When Ed looked down and just shrugged his shoulders a whole different set of emotions hit her. “My life never stopped because you broke my heart you know.”

“Eliza, I’m sorry. It was a mistake.” Ed managed to mumble out and Eliza jumped to her feet.

“I don’t want to hear sorry for fuck sakes! I don’t want to hear it was a mistake! What did I do? Was I that horrible of a partner!? Did you not want to get married anymore? What was it!?” Eliza’s voice louder which each word that came out. Any composure she had was gone. Out the window.

“It has nothing to do with you Eliza, why would you think that?” Ed stood up attempting to touch her arm. Shrugging his hands away from her she just stared daggers at him.

“Do you know what kind of hell you put me through?” Eliza’s eyes were dark with rage, a hint of hurt. Ed just shook his head no, what could he say. “My life got turned upside down. I was homeless again. Do you know how shitty that was going back to those days? Lalya let me stay there but she was about to get married.”

“I never kicked you out…”

“Just shut up. I never got to tell you how I felt about this.” Pointing her finger at Ed she took a deep breath. “Do you know not only did I have to go through a horrible breakup, I still had to be there for my girls. I had to make sure everything was peachy. That their dances was going to be on point and I had their mothers staring down my back every turn.” Another deep breath followed. “Two weeks after everything happened I found out I was pregnant.” Ed froze and tears threaten Eliza’s eyes. “And I didn’t know how to tell you. Layla told me I needed to tell you but I didn’t want you to be with me just because of a baby.”

“Eliza…”

“Just hush please Ed.” Eliza went to trying to compose herself, but this wasn’t a dance competition, this was real life. “My girls went to competition in London and something wasn’t right.” Now all the strength she had, it was gone. “One of the mum’s found me after she noticed I missed all the routine and it was almost time for results “ Another deep breath. Ed knew what was going to follow. “After a lot of convincing on her part, I went to the ER and…” another deep breath. “I lost our baby. And for awhile I was okay if I was going to be a single parent if it meant having a part of you. Then the rest of my world shattered and I never got to cry about it. All I had to blame was myself. Me Ed, it was my fault.” Tears were flowing down her face like a waterfall, her heart breaking over the fact all over again, Ed couldn’t say anything.

“It wasn’t your fault,” the need to comfort overpowered giving her space. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close as she cried into his chest. “Eliza none of this is your fault. You understand me?” Kissing the top of her head, he held her tighter. “Don’t ever blame yourself for my cheating or the baby. Okay?” Nodding her head some, she pulled herself slowly from his embrace.

“I just want to hate you. I really do.”

“I was slipping up again.” Ed admitted looking at the floor. “The drinking was getting heavier while I was out, a few pills, and just living it up. I can’t even tell you her name or even the color of her hair. The regret was there as soon as I knew what I did.” Cheating wasn’t a thought he had. Eliza was his world but when it came out he didn’t like. He told her he did it. Straight up. Well that ended in her taking her ring off and throwing it at it, being told he was a fucking idiot and she hated him.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the drinking?”

“Felt like a failure.” Shrugging his shoulders, he sat back down. “You had everything going for you. Didn’t want you to worry. Think less of me.”

“Ed…” he couldn’t bring his eyes to look up at her. “Look at me, now” she demanded before she was dealing in front of him. “I was going to be your wife. I had been to hell and back with you already. Why?”

“Don’t know.”

“Do you know how much I want to hate you?” Eliza question and Ed shook his head yes. “I mean it. Do you know how much I want to hate you? To call you a mistake and say you are nothing to me and I never loved you?” Heart breaking into a million tiny pieces Ed looked down again. A course she thought nothing of him anymore. Hell, he didn’t blame her. Both rose from the bottom together to achieve their dreams. “As much as I want to...Ed I could never hate you. As much as I tell myself I don’t love you anymore, I know I’m lying.”

“You don’t hate me?” Ed could finally meet her eyes once again, his heart felt like it was jumping in joy.

“You told me you loved me last night you know.”

“I do.”

“I know. But I can’t do it Ed. I can’t go through another heartbreak.” Eliza took a deep breath standing up. “I don’t want to plan our wedding anymore.”

“Eliza…” she placed a finger over his lips to hush him for a moment.

“Ed, just please,” why did she feel like she was making the right and wrong choice at the same time. “Just know, I’ll always love you.” Kissing his cheek, she turned on her heels as quickly as possible and left. Every part of her wants to throw herself into his arms and start over. There was no doubt in her mind, she still wanted that life she had always dreamt about with the only man she loved. Right now, well right now she said her peace and she needed to breath. Let her heart race for awhile.

-----------------------HISTORY-------------------------

Fairy tales always show guy get girls and they live happily ever after. Eliza’s parents thought that apparently, but when she was born she was tossed out like trash. For years she went from home to home, never a steady one. Rather it was they changed their minds or she just wasn’t the child she thought she was going to be. It wasn’t until she was a teenager an older lady took her in. It was the first time she had unconditional love. Someone who loved her no matter one and someone who pushed her to follow her dream of dance. At the age of seventeen she lost the only person that was like a mother to her, well she found herself homeless. Homeless, broke, and no family, she took odd and end jobs just to make enough money to have food and things she needed. If it wasn’t working at the pub, it was small dance classes to kids who couldn’t afford it and to even being a waitress as small cafes. Money was money no matter how she made it. To be honest, it was that or sleep on the streets. Well the streets was not a place she wanted to be again.

Eliza and Ed never thought they would be anything more than friends when they first met. First met at a pub. Ed was quickly drawn to her upbeat attitude and graceful air around her. After a night of drinking, well he didn’t think they would ever see each other again. Then a few weeks later, eating breakfast, he was face to face with the smiling bartender from the pub that laughed at his corny jokes and told him not to take life seriously. After that they form a friendship like no other. It was easy going. There was no pressure around each other. Ed could talk for hours about his goals and what he wanted to accomplish. Never once did she complain or blow him off, Eliza always told him to follow his heart. If you have it in your heart, you are going to achieve it. Slowly, their close friendship turned into a relationship. That was a no brainer to everyone that knew them, those two were always together. If no one knew better, they would’ve swore they had been dating forever.

Eliza was just a poor girl, she had nothing to offer besides her love and support. Technically, she didn’t even have a stable home. That didn’t bother Ed one bit. Even though he didn’t have an issue with it, his family hated that. First time Eliza met them, his mother swore after she left that she was only trying to use Ed to get money. A wanna be dancer with no money didn’t have anything to offer Ed in his family’s mind. Ed was just a sucker and she was sweet enough to lure him in and along with her trap. At one point his family banned her from even going over for holidays and special events. From day one, Ed knew he was in love with her. Against everyone’s wishes, Ed found them a small place and asked Eliza to move in and he never looked back. The place was tiny, not fancy, and not even new, but it was home and that was all Eliza ever wanted. At that point, she gave up on her dream and focus on Ed’s. Whatever she could, she did. When he started small tours, she supported him as much as she could along with working three jobs to make sure he didn’t carry all of the burden. Part of Ed’s heart was broken when Eliza gave up on her career with dance. That was one of his favorite parts about her. The way she seems to float on air no matter what style of dance she did, the way her smile stayed on her face when she taught the smaller kids to dance and just seeing her happy was the best part. After a whole lot of convincing, Ed talked her into applying to a job of a dance coach. Hell, Eliza thought she didn’t have a chance in hell. With a call back for an interview, she was shocked but didn’t get her hopes up. Before long she was coaching a dance team and was the best feeling in the world.

Rough times and good times, Eliza and Ed’s relationship never wavered. Ed hit a hard time with his career, when it emotional was too much and drinking and drugs seem to help him cope a lot. Most would’ve just gave up and turned their backs, Eliza knew what it was like not to have anyone, her love for Ed was stronger than anything. Through hell and back, Eliza stood by his side, worked through the demons and got him back to the Ed she always knew and loved. In a total shocker one day, Ed was down on one knee asking her to marry him. Well...she couldn’t say anything but yes.

“You couldn’t be a man enough and just fucking tell me!” Eliza threw her hands up before throwing the tabloid at Ed. Front cover, ED SHEERAN MODEL BEHAVIOR printed with a picture of him and some girl being way too cozy.

“Eliza just chill.” Ed stated so out of normal self.

“Chill,” Eliza stopped the pacing she hadn’t even realize she had started. “When Ed? Just when did this happen?”

“Two weeks or so?”

“Two weeks or so.” Eliza repeated as took a deep breath. “So was this around the time you were telling me you were tired and just going to bed?”

“It's not a big deal!” Ed snapped. Eliza’s eyes grew in size as she just looked at him. “I mean….”

“No, it's not a big deal. Sure.” Her fingers twisted the ring that had sat on her ring finger for years. “No big deal…”

“Wait that’s not what I meant.”

“No, you are right. You cheating isn’t a big deal if you aren’t engaged any more.”

“What are you talking about?” Ed voice trembled as the words left his mouth. What was Eliza saying, what was she thinking.

“No big deal.” Eliza forced a smile on her face as she slid her engagement ring off her fingers, her heart broke even more. “Maybe you could give it to her since she doesn’t think it's wrong to sleep with a taken man.”

“Eliza no.” Ed just stared at the ring as the woman he loved and vowed to spend his life with placed it in his hand.

“I’ll get my stuff later or something,” Eliza was trying so hard not to cry. Trying so hard for her voice not to break but it was getting harder and harder by the second and she refused to cry in front of him.

“This is your home tho,” Ed couldn’t wrap his head around what was going on. Sleeping with some random girl wasn’t his best idea, it wasn’t one he remembered but about and he knew Eliza was going to be hurt. Never, never did he think she would leave. The hell they had been through was so much more than this. Yet, she was throwing in the towel.

“It doesn’t feel like it any more,” that was the last thing she said to him as she walked out the door. Tears fell as soon as she stepped out of the house, how did life go from great to horrible? Ed couldn’t even bring himself to try to follow her, he knew once she was done, she was done. His heart hurt, he knew it was always his fault, what hurt the most was not Eliza walking out, it was the hurt and pain in her eyes. The pain he caused her. A pain he didn’t know how to take away.

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Who We Were & Who We Are Now 19

Characters: Forrest Bondurant x Tawny Barrett (OFC)

Word Count: 6500+

Summary: The last full chapter. (Shorter epilogue to follow next week.) Forrest spoils Tawny to make up for lost time. They consummate their marriage. Tawny gets emotional about the future.

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF. Romance. Sexual Explicit Content. Dominant Forrest.

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You'd woken up next to a lightly snoring Forrest, which was always a pleasant way to start the day. He'd pulled you particularly close, the close of summer coming in, the slightest chill in the air at night had you buried in his chest, legs between his as he surrounded you completely. He had healed magnificently, the doctors as always, couldn't believe it. He's told you it was your doing with a kiss to the head multiple times now. He was back to doing chores, his broad shoulders were once again broad, the strength coming back under his skin, the summer sun filling him back with color. The scars were dark but you'd kissed them time and time again until he no longer noticed them when looking in the mirror. He was almost back to his old self, save one thing.

You're changing, your hair in rag rollers and only in your slip when he comes back into the bedroom.

"Mornin'." he says with a lazy smile.

"Mornin' sweetheart." you coo back, tilting your head to receive a kiss on the cheek. He moves his arms around your waist and does just that.

"I got somethin' for ya." he says as he gives you a squeeze and steps back to the bed.

"You got me a present?" you chirp, snapping in your earrings. "You are spoiling your wife rotten lately, Mr. Bondurant." you chuckle, taking the box from his hands. "First that new sleeping gown and now... whatever this is." you almost blush as you think of the lace and silk he'd bought. It'd seemed so forward of him to buy something so suggestive. He'd bought you gowns before, but they were long, some made from warmer, thicker material as well as the smooth and glossy ones. But this one had been shorter and had a deep lacy neckline that made you blush. He said it was because he was going to have you wear it for him one day soon. A reminder and a promise that he still wanted you. But in his typical fashion, he wasn't going to sleep with you again until he knew he could do it right and at full capacity. Forrest never half-assed anything and he sure wasn't about to give you a performance that was lacking that would mark your official joining as husband and wife. He'd taken his role as a husband so close to heart it hurt yours sometimes to see him unhappy about no consummating yet. You'd told him you'd waited a lifetime before and a few months wasn't anything you weren't perfectly capable of handling.

Under his caring gaze, you reveal a lovely dark green dress in the same decorated box they always came in. He knew you liked having pretty possessions. He'd never cared much about such things, choosing to focus on bare necessities and not the small flourishes that you loved so much about life. But even though he didn't understand your happiness for being dressed up and in lovely fabrics, he knew they made you happy, so he bought them for you when something grabbed his eye. Sometimes it was something that caught his attention, that tightening in his jaw at the thought of what you'd look like in such a thing, something he'd recognize a certain silhouette you wore often. He'd learned so many things about fashion and clothing beyond patching and sewing and keeping warm since being with you. He supposed that the expanding of his knowledge, even if it wasn't with something he found useful often wasn't something to turn his nose up at.

"It's beautiful, Forrest." you coo, wrinkling your nose at him as you held the soft green patterned fabric up against you in the mirror. It nipped at the waist and flowed everywhere else, just as you liked. It had long sleeves and a hem below the knee for the incoming cold.

"Color reminded me of your eyes." he says quietly, watching you sway back and forth, looking thoughtfully at your reflection. You sigh heavily and let the dress weigh in your hands as you turn back to him."You also hadn't bought any winter dresses so..." he nods and clears his throats and shrugs.

"Very thoughtful from you on all counts, handsome." you pat his chest as you praise him. He gives you the signature nod and grunt in response.

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The chill of the night is settling in as you stand on the back porch, listening to the trees brush against each other in the wind. The sun had gone down long ago. Forrest had just come back in from finishing the laborious chores and locking up. He stands and watches you for a moment, half-lit in the moonlight, lower half of the dress he'd bought you blowing in the wind. You'd rolled up the sleeves as soon as your feet hit the station floor that morning, preparing yourself for work for that day. A sure sign of a hard working woman he thought, hiding the tiny pearl button clasps on the cuffs to roll up her sleeves and get her hands dirty. He sees the curls you'd set that morning starting to fall, and he preferred your hair like this at the end of the day when you were alone with him. It reminded him of when you were younger. You looked softer, happier, maybe that wild and free sense of self from your youth being awoken as you let your hair down and bounce around your summer tanned skin. You always wore it more strictly styled or tied or pinned back for work. Getting to see you with your apron off, a few buttons were undone on your chest with your hair down and unfurled, your lipstick worn off and not reapplied, was something he cherished getting to see.

He assumes that perhaps it's much the same with you for him as you've tried to explain. You'd told him that the secrecy wasn't really a problem for you, that sure, you wanted everyone to know you were his and he yours, but it wasn't something you couldn't live without. The only thing you couldn't live without was him. You got to have the soft side of all to yourself, and it seemed that he also got the soft side of you all to himself whether you realized it or not.

"What you up to out here Miss Tawny?" his deep voice sneaks up on you from behind as his heavy boots hit the wooden porch.

You smile at the low tone he has in the evenings. "Wanted to wind down a bit, but then I saw this little feller and I figured I'd wait for him to scoot closer so I could see what winter we were in for." you say, your fingers laid out in front of a solid black wooly worm inching his way across the banister.

"Solid black and it ain't even fall yet." his voice shows his lack of enthusiasm.

"Yeah, reckon it'll be a tough one. It's barely September and it's already getting cold enough to bring out the extra blankets at night." you elaborate, running your finger gently over the soft and prickly surface of the soothsayer worm.

"I ain't too worried 'bout it." his lips pout as he stands behind you, surveying the empty space before putting his arms around you to keep you warm.

"You ain't? Winters can be tough 'round here. You know that as well as anyone."

"Yeah but you put in the work on that garden this summer if I do recall," he says proudly. "We've got enough canned already to make it through just fine. You got those potatoes, beans and onions comin' in."

"And pumpkins and squash soon out the far field." you add with a proud smile.

"You've been workin' that cute little tail off Miss Tawny." you hear the rare and coveted deep chuckle from him.

"Don't worry, with all the pumpkin pie I'll be makin' it'll be back soon." you laugh, your hands rubbing over his as he hums happily and kisses the top of your head.

"Lookin' forward to that." he adds earnestly.

"The pie or the tail?" you manage to get out without giggling, but it follows soon after.

"My goodness," he says with faux exasperation. "The mouth on you." he jokes, you feel him laugh against your back.

You both stand that like for a while, listening to the leaves, hearing the owls in the trees. You were both full from dinner and warm from each other and your favorite part of the day was underway, your alone time with Forrest.

"How are you feelin' tonight, hun?" you ask, turning in his arms to ask the same question you ask him at the end of every day. You fuss with the wrinkles in his shirt, expecting the same answer, as usual, a grunt, a shrug, a vague, alright on a good day but you don't receive that tonight.

"I'm feelin' real good tonight." he says, lowering his eyes to yours, watching your smile grow quickly at the out of place positive answer.

"I couldn't be happier to hear it." you practically swoon at him, your hands making their way around him under his cardigan. You'd been waiting for him to feel himself again. You hated seeing the unhappy frown you know was from a place of discontent with himself. You didn't see it in his eyes tonight as you gazed up at his handsome face with his brow set low and heavy.

He sees you beaming up at him and lets out a deep breath, contemplating how the rest of the evening might go as he looked over your soft, lovely face. He did feel good again. He felt whole again and in control of himself like he used to be. As he considers the strides he's had to make to get to such a point he knows he's better now than he ever had been when it came to his emotional well being. He knew staying in control, being logical and reasonable and giving a fair but tough approach to things was important. But then you'd come back and it sent him into a fit emotionally. So much had happened so quickly with the family and you and now you were family too. You'd taught him the importance of seeking out your happiness, of finding things that give it to you and nurturing them. He'd spent so long having to worry about taking care of things. He raised Jack, took care of the farm and the station with his parents gone and Howard at war. He'd had to take care of his older brother after he came back, so no solace was found in his return for him. He'd been worrying about everyone and everything for so long it was hard to remember how to not worry and enjoy himself. Even though he did, he knew he'd never have to really worry about you. You'd always taken care of yourself, even though he'd interjected a handful of times. He knew you would never be a source of constant worry and he was eternally grateful to you for that. He felt whole in a new way with you. He'd found the necessity in the softness and the love that you brought into his life, the peace you'd brought them all with your sacrifice and he wanted to finally bring the piece that was missing from your life back to you both tonight to make you whole together again.

He moves his hand to your cheek, a move that surprises you as you see a new tone shift over his face. The sweet gesture catches you off guard as you pout your lips and nuzzle into his hand. "I can make ya happier to hear it." he offers, his voice a deep velvety smoothness you hadn't heard in months. That electricity he made you feel shoots around inside you, making you recall the first night he'd kissed you.

"What on earth could you do to make me happier, my doting husband?" you wrinkle your nose playfully at him, shaking your head up at him. "You've absolutely spoiled me rotten today with gifts and flowers and candy. Ain't even my birthday or nothin'." you give him a little happy giggle that makes the corner of his mouth pull back into a smile.

"There's been a reason for that." he nods, his voice staying calm and deep and soothing.

"And what's that?" you smile up at him, an innocent and lovely batting of your lashes with your sweet tone.

"There's one thing I've been meanin' to do." his brow furrows slightly, but it doesn't read as upset, only thoughtful. You fingers gently stroke the fabric of his shirt, eyes large and inquisitive. "C'mon baby doll..." he says with a nod of his head, turning towards the door. "I got a surprise for ya upstairs." he says with a mischevious glance and you purse your lips at him with a face that shows him you know he's up to something.

"Since you asked so nice." you give him a sultry smile before making your way inside. "What have you done now? I don't know nothin' else you could give me on top of the rest of it today, Forrest." you continue to murmur your speculation as he follows you up the stairs, a smug smile on his face you can't see.

You walk into the bedroom you share together. You see nothing out of place, nothing added. The room is dark and you stand at the foot of the bed with a confused frown. You hear the door shut behind you, so you turn to face him to ask what you're missing. He's standing much closer than you expected, your eyes blinking fast as they meet with his chest, looking up to him as he takes his hat off and hangs it on one of the posts on the bed before sucking his teeth and looking down at you. This look in his eyes is new and you'd thought you'd seen everything Forrest had to offer.

"I don't say this with the intention to upset you, darlin', but every time you've called me your husband I can't say that I've felt like I deserve the title." his brow sits low as always, his eyes not wavering from your own. "To me, a man must encompass all aspects of being a husband. And I ain't. I've not been able to give you everything you need." his lips pursed in thought. "I planned to make amends for it with you, tonight." He sees your chest rise and fall noticeably, he knows you're catching on to what he's referring to now. He moves slowly but surely, big hands wrapped around you to your back, holding you against him as he speaks low and slow to you. "I'm a patient man but these past few months have pushed me. I never intended to make you wait so long for me. But as you know I ain't gonna do a job unless I can do it right." he nods down at you and you feel the flush coming to your cheeks. "I know you've told me that it ain't bothering you to be without me while I've been down." He pushes the hair away from your face and lets out a sigh. "But I know that ain't been entirely true." his tilts his head at you, one eyebrow raising slightly as if to challenge you.

You lower your brows to respond, mouth open and ready to disagree, to let him know you understood but with a thumb to your lips, his hand along your face he shushes you.

"I know you meant it, baby." he whispers and you exhale a shaky breath against his thumb, still stroking back and forth against your pouted lips. "But I've had to watch you in your sleep these past months and you can't hide needin' somethin' all the time." he shakes his head slowly, stares shifting between your lips and eyes that from any other person would've been intimidating. "I've heard you in your sleep, Tawny." his voice drops somehow lower, you feel the heat back in your cheeks, knowing of the dreams you'd had of Forrest. "I've had to lay there and hear you moanin' out my name."

The sound of him saying things of a sexual nature to you made your heart race. He'd never talked about things like this, but there was a boldness to him as he stood so close, feeling hard and healthy against you.

"I've had to watch your body writhe, those pretty little silk dresses ridin' up your hips as you beg things of me." His voice is breathy and his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he thinks back to those painful nights that he ached to touch you. "I know what you need now, Tawny. I've already heard you ask me for it." his head shakes back and forth slightly.

You feel shame, but in a new and invigorating way you never experienced.

"So I had to wait, so I could give you the choice of how to consummate this marriage." He hand slides to the side of your neck, his shoulder shifting as does his brow, his hand now holding your hip in a firm grip. "I'd had intentions of takin' my time. And I reckon I still do. But my plans of making love to you, being as slow about it as I could for ya changed over the course of these past months." his tone shifts, you'd never heard him speak to you like this before and you could feel the sweat forming on your skin from it. "The things you were askin' for in those dreams Tawny..." his voice sends that shiver of shame down your spine again where it settled right between your thighs. Similar to the sensation of getting scolded or getting caught when you were younger, but this was a different animal entirely. "The words I heard come out of those soft lips of yours." he shakes his head and you feel take a deep breath. "They told me what I had intended to do wouldn't be what you need." he takes a moment to pause, tilting his head and studying the almost fearful look in your eyes. "Is that true?" he asks with pouted lips.

"All I really need is you." you rasp out.

"Now baby..." that deep tone makes your visible shudder as he feels you shaking in his arms and it sends a new sort of thrill through him. "You wouldn't be lyin' to me now would ya?"

"Never." you breathe out, your voice weak.

"Then I need you to tell me if that's what you really want." he brushes his nose against yours. "You know you only have to ask and I'll give you whatever it is you need, sweetheart. And know that I'm more than capable of it now." a single chaste kiss had never felt so dirty in your whole life. "So do you want me soft tonight baby? Or do you need me hard?" Your knee's literally go weak and he let's out a soft, dark laugh as he hoists you up against him.

"I don't rightly recall what I asked for, truth be told. It's just...it's been so long, Forrest." your voice is desperate, breathy and whiney and you can't manage to make it come out sounding any other way. You put your hands to his face, your chest heaving and he'd barely touched you.

"I can tell you if you really can't recall." he whispers, moving to kiss one of your hands on his face.

You nod just slightly, a small murmured "MmmHmm."

He leans in closer, nose skimming your jaw, kisses planted to your cheeks and he whispered into your ears. "You were askin' for it faster. You'd plead for me to go harder." You see his nose twitch before he speaks the next words that make you fall to pieces. Spoken with his plush lips right against your ear, "You'd shift those soft hips against me and beg me to fuck you, baby. You made me so damn hard it hurt." he moans into your ear and you turn your head fast and kiss him hard. You moan the moment you feel his lips press back against yours, his hand moving to the back of your head to hold you fast to him as your fingers already worked to unbutton his shirt.

"Fuck, Forrest." you moan and whine shamelessly. He groans deep as it rumbles in his chest, you can feel it under your hands as you take a moment to feel the sturdy expanse of his chest as rose and fell fast just like yours. You reach down, moving fast and undo his trousers, being held up with suspenders still, you take him out of the confines of them. "God, I need you, I need you so bad." you cry out in desperation, taking your panties and heels off and forgetting them just as quickly before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. "I do want it hard, Forrest." you nod against his lips and he rumbles out another groan at your confirmation of his dirty words from earlier. "Fuck me, baby, please, there'll be time for sweet later, just give me back the big strong man I've missed." you declare into the dark room, his lips moving down to your neck and he bends and picks you up, wrapping your legs around him. To your surprise you find your back knocked against the door instead of the bed, but you'd never been wetter or needed someone so badly before. You'd never wanted someone to come at you so hard it hurt, you felt like a caged animal finally getting free, and you realize maybe you were denying how badly you'd needed him this whole time. In no graceful way, not that it mattered, he readjusts and pushes into you and you let out a shameless moan that sounded like you were being paid to do it. It stung, the hardness of him so suddenly after being empty for so long but you welcomed it. The pain was very temporary as he started to move, grunts with every thrust as your fingers buried in his hair. To your surprise and delight, letting you know he needed you just as badly as you did him, he frees one hand, popping the buttons on the pretty dress of yours before you realize what he's doing. You move to help him, letting his hands move back to your hips to hold you up. You take your breasts out and his mouth is on them in a second before you even get both out. "Fuck me, Forrest, yes." you let your wanton cries out, head knocking against the door, him panting against your flushed skin. Sucking hard with a few moments of growling nibbles to your hard nipples catch you off guard. "Ugh, you were right, fuck me harder, baby." you moan, arms around his neck, keeping him close. You feel his grip tighten on you, lifting you before shifting his hands, leaning you away from the door and using your own weight to pound into you, bouncing you off of him. You get lost in the singular fact that he's strong enough to do such a thing again, feeling much like a light-headed debutante, declaring how she fancies a suitor. You throw your head back in a high pitched squeal of a laugh, bringing it back down to rest your foreheads together as he grunts and groans and you praise him breathlessly. "You're so good. So fucking good." you coo and tense before he lets you land against the door again. The position on the door works better for you it seems, causing the angle to shift and him to rub against you. "Yes, like that baby, please." you call out, his mouth finding your nipple again. "Shit!" you squeak out, feeling it build fast inside you. You hold his hair, pulling his head and pushing your lips to his forehead. You let the words come as you knew he deserves to hear them, and there's no shame to be found between the two of you now. "You're makin' your wife feel so fuckin' good, Mr. Bondurant." you growl out and he returns the sound. "You know how to give your baby what she needs don't you? Fuck me, Forrest, please, baby don't stop." you moan as you feel the trembling start. You hear a growl from him, forehead pushed into your chest as he hits into you with force and your head is thrown back against the door again as you both feel yourself let go around him. The filthy words he'd only partially heard from you before drive him over the edge. He might know how to give you want you need, but you did the same to him. He wanted to prove himself capable and you let him know he was. You covered his pride for his manhood and his role as a husband and he lets himself go inside you with a long guttural groan the tensing every muscle in his body. It'd been a long time coming and you'd both neede it more than either could express, but you both had certainly tried.

With only a hint of the flush in both of your faces being from the realization of what you'd just said to each other in your moments on uncontrollable lust, you stand, panting for only a few moments before you join back together in a kiss that moves you both back towards the bed. You whisper thank you's and I love you's as you lay naked together in bed, wrapped up in one another. You both fall asleep quickly and sleep hard. Neither of you notices the other dream anything through the night. As the light begins to start fading away the night, Forrest wakes. He watches you, soft and content, little helpless sounding mewls escaping your sleeping form, he thinks you look like a soft little kitten in his arms, purring away. He decides to give you what you both needed now, as he softly kisses you awake. As the sun starts to rise, so do you, and by the time the roosters start crowing, he's made love to you the way he'd originally intended. It was lazy and loving and connected the two of you in a way you'd desperately needed. Confessions of love and adoration and praise as he moved slowly inside you. You felt as one and that's how you both knew it should've been. You were Tawny and Forrest, but you're also husband and wife, and more importantly, the one thing that unified you both now and for all the lazy lovemaking sessions and beyond afterward, was that you were both Bondurants. ------- A few months later in December, you get the word that Prohibition was over. As Howard came into the station that morning with the paper in his hands, announcing it to the room in heavy breaths from running to tell you. A funny feeling washes over you, something like relief. After you both stand in your usual places and stare at Howard for long enough to process, you behind the counter and Forrest in the doorway of his office you turn and look directly at each other. Something in the air shifted that day and at the time you weren’t sure exactly what.

He shifts his eyes away from yours, traveling across the room in a hazy way that told you he was thinking. He nods at Howard and grunts, so Howard turns to face you now as he walks towards the bar.

“Can I get you a drink Howard?” You say with a chuckle and he smiles and nods, slapping the top of the counter.

“By God, you sure as hell can Miss Tawny!” The older men in the back raise their hands to indicate they too want in on the festivities.

You hadn’t sold liquor there since the showdown with Rakes, Forrest slowing down to ensure you were kept safe and that there were no further legal issues coming their way. He had a family and a wife to think about, he wasn’t going to jeopardize that for a little extra pocket money. You’d seen a few men come in, acting like locals but asking for shine and you had assumed they were narcs. Forrest has taught you fast how to spot a rat before they even sat down and asked you anything.

You pour glasses for the men and give Howard a jar who goes to join them. You start preemptively making a batch of Hocakes as you know they’re gonna want them after drinking. The smell and the familiarity bring back plenty of memories from when you first got to the station. It felt good to get back to how things should’ve been the entire time. What a waste of time, of money, of life that whole ordeal was. All over the contents of something from those glass jars that sprang from your mountains as natural and nearly as long as springs after a downpour.

That night you asked Forrest what it all meant. He said he reckoned it meant things would be back to how they used to be. Howard would probably get a still going again nearby, something to keep up with the demand in the station, nothing more. He’d had enough money squirreled away to not have to worry about pushing shine again. He recognized he had too much to lose now and knew his injuries would catch up with as he got older. He might’ve felt invincible with you with him, but he was smart enough, or perhaps sentimental enough not to risk leaving you a widow.

Christmas came a few days later, everyone gathered at the station under the tree you’d decorated, adding more baubles to celebrate the good news. Suitable gifts are exchanged in the public eye, books, tools, and a new leather-bound ledger. But I’m private, Forrest have you the best gift he had to date.

He pulled you close in the low light is the tree before you headed up to bed, giving you a sweet kiss with a hum of happiness behind it.

“One more thing before we go to bed.” He says quietly. You wait patiently with big eyes glowing in the light of the tree. He reaches into the collar of your dress, big fingers managing to unclasp the delicate chain your wedding ring hung on. You watch him slide the ring into his palm and retrieve his thick gold band from his cardigan pocket.

“I wanted to wait until I thought you’d be safe. And as I always am I’m sorry you had to wait so long, Tawny.” he says as he slips his ring on, then puts yours on your finger himself. “If it’s alright with you... Mrs. Bondurant.” He gives you a sweet subtle smile. “I’d like for you to wear this now.” He nods and holds your ring hand between both of his, his resting on top of yours and glowing in the dim light. “We ain’t gotta go peacockin’ about or nothin’.” He smirks, looking up from the rings to your face. “But I'd like for you to wear this ring like this now. If that'd be alright with you.”

You bring your other hand to your chest first, taking a quiet inhale to brace yourself for the tears you knew you come. “You... really Forrest?” You whisper out.

A soft smile that reaches all the way up to his crinkling eyes makes you melt entirely, rearing your chest against his, lacing your fingers into his hand so your rings touch.

“Yeah. What with the law endin’ and all... I don’t believe us to be in any real danger no more. Nothin that would take us away from each other anyway.” He adds with his brow sinking low again as the thought passes his mind.

“Oh, my big sweet man.” you coo. Raising your hand to his face and leaning up to kiss him. “Thank you.” You whisper against his lips. “It isn’t my intention to upset you Forrest, but Everytime someone’s called me Barett I didn’t feel right agreeing to it.” You smile, a mischievous look on his face for you copying his words from him. “But now I don’t have to lie about being a Bondurant anymore. Didn’t have to lie to myself after you married me and now I ain’t gotta lie to no one else.”

“Merry Christmas Tawny Bondurant.” He grins and leans in to kiss you properly.

“Merry Christmas Mr. Bondurant.” You giggle against his soft lips. “Now take me to bed and give me another present.” You snicker, wrinkling your nose and moving one hand down to squeeze his butt.

He lets out an audible laugh and smooches your cheek noisily. “Whatever you want, baby doll.” He grins with that masculine confidence he’s had ever since you’d consummated your marriage in that one, long feverish night. He picks you up threshold style as you laugh in his arms all the way to bed.

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As the month's pass, you’re settling into a normal, peaceful existence. Howard got his still, keeping to himself again. He seemed happier for it for a bit. With the noticing of your ring, it seemed it made the younger boys girls get a little antsy, as Jack married Bertha and your Junior followed suit early that spring. With a backup supply of shine and a still up and running, Howard got lonely out there you’re guessing. So many of his friends and family had died in the months of fighting Rakes, the boys he used to shine with were all gone. With Forrest and Jack married he felt the odd man out and surprised everyone by moving to Martinsville to work in the factories. He soon after found himself a wife and started a family, although not in that order.

With the still unmanned, the supply dwindles and with Jack taking over the farm, deciding to work in cattle and tobacco he didn’t have time to run it with a wife and trying to start a family. So the day came when you were down to just a few cases of shine in the storage shed. Forrest finds you standing in the doorway with your hands on your hips.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asks, padding up begind you.

“We only got a few cases left, seems a shame to sell it all. Ain’t no more after this is gone.”

“You goin’ and gettin’ sentimental about the shine sweetheart?” He says with a smile you can’t see.

“I can’t help it.” You pout. “I don’t wanna think there’d be an anniversary where we couldn’t drink it together, ya know? It’s such a big part of what brought us together in the first place.” You explain with a voice that’s whinier than you intend it to be.

“Look at you, gettin' all sentimental on me.” He teases in an affectionate tone. “Let’s keep 'em if it means so much to ya.” He rests his hand on your shoulder. “We'll get some shine for the station from some of them young bucks that’s been makin' it. Won’t have to worry 'bout it being on us after that.”

“You really gonna sell something besides Bondurant shine in the station for me?” You turn to him with a thankful pout on your face, eyes welling up despite yourself.

“I think it was you that told me change ain’t gotta be a bad thing. It’s still Franklin shine." he says with a dismissive shake of his head. I reckon we’ve got more important things to worry about now don’t we?" He nods his chin down at you, hand reaching down to your stomach.

“Yeah. Reckon we do.” You coo up at him. ——————-

With the boys in for Thanksgiving, you’re amongst the new wives in the kitchen. Bertha is newly pregnant and you’re well into your second trimester, hiding under a loose dress and a cardigan of Forrests. You're feeling the tiredness as you work away in the heat of the kitchen. You decide to take a break from the kitchen as you’re feeling light-headed, taking your apron off and laying it over a chair on the back porch, lifting your hair up to let the cool air hit your neck, fluffing your dress to air it out as you lean back against the side of the station.

Howard comes out to smoke, a jar of the new shine in his hand and it’s almost like old times. He lights a cigarette and offers you one and you swat it away.

“No thank you Howard. Just came out to get some air.” You say with a tired sigh.

He studies you and tries to be sneaky about it, but he never is. “I know you ain’t supposed to say this to a woman, and I hope you take no offense but are you... pregnant Tawny?” He asks his eyes narrowed, noticing the signs from his own wife’s experience.

“None taken. And I look that way because I am.” You let out a chuckle and reach down to pull the flowy bottom of you dress tighter and rubbing your stomach to show the growing bump.

A slow but huge grin spread across his face, standing straight up and heading over to you quickly to squeeze you in a big hug. “I had no clue!” He says loudly. “You and Forrest never tell no nobody nothin’!” He laughs loudly, resting your feet back on the ground. “Christ... you havin' a baby!" he says in disbelief.

"Yeah, a baby, Howard." you chuckle and straighten your dress back down.

Having watched you come outside and hearing Howard's raised voice Forrest come out in protector mode, which he stayed in ever since you'd found out you were pregnant. He looks over at Howard from under a low brow.

Howard removes his hat and smacks it onto his leg. "You bastard, you didn't tell me!" he hisses, smacking his brothers arm with his hat.

Forrest turns his head to you, standing and looking sweet with your hand on your stomach with an annoyed but amused look on his face.

"He asked anyway... I didn't tell him." you say defensively, walking up to Forrest's side as he looks down at your stomach. "We knew they'd find out eventually." you say obviously with a shake of your head.

"I 'spose you're right about that too." he says a smile that's so subtle only you can read it.

Howard watches, his heart swelling with pride for his baby brother and his childhood friend as you kiss Forrest sweetly on the cheek and his eyes soften. It seemed that now everyone had settled down, shacked up and was ready to ride out another long winter. By springtime, there'd be a few more Bondurants in the world, waiting to raise whatever hell the next generation found it suited for them to get into. Same as it ever was, same as it'll always be.

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Can you write a sexy fic maybe related to Sheldon loving Amy’s dress? I love them so much!

Note: How you may have understood, this totally outgrew my initial intention. Beside this, it’s probably more fluffy than sexy (but indeed it’s rated M). Since it’s longer, you can find it also on ff.net as a single story, The Royal Consort Admiration. Enjoy!

Holding hands, they walk down the corridors of The Athenaeum, heading to their reserved suite. They are quiet, but every few steps Sheldon turns to her and catches a new smile. He doesn’t think he has ever seen her smiling so much, so long. She is thinking the same.“Are you sure you are okay in not spending the night home?” Amy checks again when they reach their destination. Sheldon nods, “Of course. It’s a present from Leonard and Penny, and most importantly, Einstein slept here. Who am I to refuse to sleep where he did?” Amy grins, “I’m glad you’re happy about this,” she comments. She has loved Penny’s idea of spending their wedding night somewhere fancier, but she doesn’t want to push Sheldon away from his comfort zone, especially on a special day like this. It’s nice to have confirmation he is okay. Sheldon retrieves the key card from his inner coat pocket and opens the door. Amy is about to enter, but Sheldon stops her. “Where are you going?” He moves in front of her, “That’s not the way you do it on the wedding night,” he reminds her, offering his hand. Amy smirks once she understands what he means, and lets him pick her up. She wraps her arms around his neck and leans on his shoulder. He remains still a moment, officially to be sure she’s steadily hooked on him. In fact, to enjoy the feeling of her nuzzling on his neck.

Carefully, he carries her inside. He studies the elegant sitting room of the suite and finds it reasonable to head toward the refined small couch dominating the room. He gently lays down his bride there and sits on the nearby armchair.“You look beautiful,” he mutters while taking her hand again.Amy can’t help blushing a bit, despite the fact he has told her so a few times already today. “You say that so often lately; I couldn’t quit hearing that,” she jokes.“I can add it to the newest version of our agreement.” Amy looks up at her husband. He has such a sparkle in his eyes it seems he won’t really need a legal clause to compliment her.“You do really look beautiful,” Sheldon added after a while, “I keep saying that because it’s true. You look like a princess.” He also wonders why she does keep blushing. She must know it is so. He decides to list the evidence, “Of course, it’s because of the tiara,” As he says this, Amy’s cheerful proclaim on that of many years before echoes in his mind, “But it’s not only this. It’s the puffy gown and the exquisite fabric,” he fervently continues his explanation, his eyes running up and down, “It’s the fine shawl, and the triangle-shaped gloves,” he brushes her hand he’s holding. “Those particularly make you look like a fantasy princess,” he adds, kissing the hand. “There’s only a problem,” he says then, staring back at Amy. His gaze is turning to something Amy would call kind of aroused. She not far from the truth, as he’s about to confess. “On one hand, I would admire you and your royalty all night. On the other hand…” He pauses, and Amy is able to catch a small gulp, “I can’t honestly wait to get rid of all those layers and lawfully consummate our marriage.” The sudden realization that the moment is approaching gives her a thrill. Despite it having been highly anticipated by everyone’s expectations and their own, despite the newest version of their contract explicitly mentioning the first night, and a regular schedule. Sheldon had even added a ‘spontaneity’ clause (much to Amy’s surprise and pleasure), and she had decided to go on the pill. Despite all the preparedness, she now feels her whole body trembling and her mind in a flutter. Her cheeks blush again. She tightens her grip on his hand. Sheldon looks at her still in awe, eyes full of joy, love, and desire. This is enough to give her all the confidence she wanted. “You still can admire me while undressing me,” she suggests in a small voice, “I assure you it’ll take you a while…”Sheldon stands almost abruptly, offering her his hand. She joyfully accepts it and they head to the adjacent bedroom.Once the door closes behind them, they remain still in front of each other, their faces glowing in large smiles. He moves first and gently grabs her hips, pulling her closer for a kiss. Amy wraps her hands around his neck like in a slow dance. When he dares to deepen the kiss, she lets him pull her even closer, holding a laugh when he mutters something about her gown being in the middle. Good thing he likes it, she guesses.It’s good to finally kiss like that. Of course, they have kissed the whole day: when pronounced husband and wife, at every toast, a few times during the reception, and at the end of their first dance. However, everyone always stared at them, even cheering and clapping. They were too happy to really care about this, but it prevented them from holding their spouse too tight, or letting their tongues play, or sucking their lips. Exactly what they are busy with now.For a while, it doesn’t even seem they need much air. After detaching to grasp some, they immediately return to the other. It’s only when Sheldon starts to feel flushed and in need to get rid of his bowtie that they finally break their embrace. He immediately rushed to untie it. “Let me help you,” Amy offers. He lets her take care of it, enjoying her warm and soft touch in the meantime.“When we’re back home, remember we need to keep it safe. It has been fundamental for our breakthrough,” Sheldon says.As the knot comes undone, Amy replies, “Hopefully someone will display it in some museum or exhibit.” Sheldon proudly smiles, his mind projected for a moment in a future where this happens, but soon his attention is caught back by very actual circumstances.“May I?” He now asks pointing at the precious tiara. As soon as he gets the nod, he carefully lifts it from her head to deposit the piece of jewelry on the near table. With Amy’s help, her veil is taken off as well as her earrings. Sheldon hopes their box is still somewhere in their luggage (which, to be fair, he has noticed only now in another corner of the room). She reaches for her glasses, “You could have kept them on during the ceremony”, Sheldon says. “I hope you could at least see enough.”“It was okay. I could see you, and that’s all that mattered. I wanted to be prettier,” Amy explains.“You don’t need to impair your sight for this,” he observes, “And you would have been beautiful with them anyway,” he concludes. Before she can even blush at the compliment, he is back at kissing her.It is a brief kiss though. When he breaks it, he quickly takes off his jacket and rushes to unbutton his waistcoat. Amy moves to help him through, but he is so fast. She has barely enough time to undo one button before he is already removing the piece of clothing.She is expecting him to be on her right away, but suddenly he doesn’t move anymore. She can see he is now breathing harder, but he remains still in front of her, his stare running all over his spouse.“Are you still in awe, or you don’t know where to start from?” “Both,” he admits, “Definitely both.”She smirks and lifts her arms, “I’d start simple. What about the gloves?”He nods, and they are soon gone. She then takes a few steps toward him, and he quickly understands he has to aim at the shawl. Once he has taken it off, he carefully folds it and hangs it on the chair next to the one where his clothes are.He returns to her and finds her turning her back to him. Instead of looking immediately for the dress zipper or whatever the pile of swans is held by, Sheldon leans on her, his head resting on Amy’s shoulder, wrapping her waist.Again, he would want to love her right away and just continue to relish her. He breathes in her scent and leaves a short trail of pecks on her neck. Amy closes her eyes and enjoys the chills that come with each of them, the warmth of his lips, his secure hold on her. “I love you,” he mutters over her skin. Amy still keeps her eyes closed, and raises her hand to touch his face. “I love you,” she whispers back. She is slightly disappointed when he eventually moves his head (and mouth) away. Thankfully, it is for a greater good. “The ribbon!” He exclaims.Amy chuckles, “You were thinking of it this whole time?” She jokes as he pulls the ribbon around her waist. Then, he moves on to the dress’s zipper. Gracefully, he opens it.“More layers?” He gulps when his touch finds further fabric under the open back of the dress.“You do like it, don’t you?”Sheldon slips his hand inside the dress, looking for the front and her chest. “I do, indeed,” he replies as he finds her breasts. Amy moans and throws her arms behind to pull him closer and feel him on her. He lingers a while inside that dress, much for Amy’s satisfaction. She bites her bottom lip when he dares to squeeze one breast. She also feels his hardness against her, growing with enthusiasm as she pulls him tighter to herself. Lovely layers, indeed, but too many layers now. They loosen their grip on each other, and Sheldon steps back to finish his task. Carefully, he slides the top of the dress down her shoulders. Is that a corset? He finally realizes. Once she has slipped out of the sleeves, he lowers to pull down the gown, and Amy steps out of it. While she sits to take off her shoes, he tries to be as delicate as possible as he moves the dress on the free portion of the table. They should have thought of retrieving a hanger for it instead of immediately engaging in amorous activities. He forgets about the hanger for the moment he turns back and sees Amy. Of course, the corset he has already glimpsed, narrow straps leading to a very generous view of her cleavage, and down enlacing the sweet curves of her waist. And still, this is not the best part of the ensemble. Through the frilly petticoat, he sees she’s wearing a garter belt, stockings, and a pair of short ruffled bloomers. “Do you like it?” She asks, despite Sheldon gaping at her and clearly having a hard time remembering how to breathe.Sheldon gulps hard and takes a deep breath hoping to be able to talk. When it’s clear he won’t, he just nods.Amy is happy for such a reaction, but still she feels she’s blushing again. Never she has imagined that someday she would have worn fancy underwear and especially that Sheldon would have appreciated it. “It’s vintage attire,” she explains. “I thought it matched my dress well.”“It-It really suits you,” he eventually manages to mumble. Stop rocking those hips, wife - it’s all Sheldon is able to think of now, as Amy has been moving that way ever since she has revealed herself. His eyes keep roaming on her. What a creature he married. They remain silent until Amy decides it’s time to go on. She approaches him. “My turn,” she declares, bringing her hands on his shoulders. Speechless again, he agrees, and she proceeds to pull down his pants suspenders (taking a mental note to ask him to wear those some other time). Unbuttoning the shirt, she smiles when she spots the red undershirt below, “What happened to the Star Trek uniform?” She asks.Trying to not fo focus on her soft hands or her proximity, Sheldon answers, “Leonard made me realize it’d be nice to have matching underwear.” He lowers his stare and slightly lifts his pant leg up. Amy looks down as well and sees his Flash socks. She finishes with the buttons and dares to move further south. She gently unzips his pants fly to find that at this point he is very much ready for action and that his briefs match the undershirt and the socks. She is almost tempted to just pull down his briefs and pants together, fall on her knees and have her way with him. This thought alone turns her face the same color of his underwear. Eventually, she only brushes against his groin and returns her attention to get him out of his shirt. As she disposes of it, he gets rid of his shoes and pants.Standing back, they are one in front of the other again, a few steps apart. One wearing superheroes underwear, the other an attire coming from the previous century. Amy wonders what anyone would say if they found out. Probably that they are not surprised at all. She also wonders how long they can go on with this slow dance to undress. Clearly, they are the ultimate experts in dragging things out, but there are also some human, natural thresholds to which they are getting very close. At least, this is what she can read in his burning eyes. She kisses him and decides to help him a bit by quickly removing the petticoat. She then heads to the bed and sits at its edge. He remains still for a moment, always staring at her and in her awe. When he finally follows her to the bed, Amy is already working to peel one stocking away. Sheldon knees in front of her and takes her place for that. His hands caress her tight and go down her leg as slow as he can. As the other is gone as well, he stands up and helps Amy to do the same and then, once again, turns her back to him. He wastes no time and begins to undo the corset laces. “How many of those there are?” He complains halfway. “This must be against some law, making the husband going through all these.”“I thought you liked this.” “Only stupid people never change their mind,” he replies, his hands working frantically to get rid of that beautiful, damn corset as soon as possible.Without anymore layers left, Amy instinctively puts her arms on her chest before facing back to Sheldon. On his side, her husband seems to be lost in the adoration of her again. Silence fills the room, broken only by their accelerating breathing.Amy smiles. Somehow, she loves how they end up feeling like two naive teenagers every time they are intimate. Modesty will probably always be there, and it’s okay. Sheldon smiles back and asks for permission. He doesn’t need to speak, his eyes make the request for him. She grants him consent exposing herself before standing up to kiss him. As the kiss slowly deepens, Sheldon pulls her closer, while Amy plays with the fabric of his undershirt. It is only a matter of time before she decides it is time to dispose of it. She grabs its hem to take it off and unceremoniously launches it somewhere around the rest of their clothes. Once it is off, Sheldon wraps her in a hug just for the sake of feeling her on him. He leisurely caresses her back now, at the same time enjoying her breasts pressed against him. He buries his head on her shoulder, nuzzling her still-combed hair. They both close their eyes for a moment, as he gets lost in her and she only listens to their hearts pounding. His manhood pulsing in between them makes Amy decide to go for the next move. Quickly, both his briefs and her bloomers are down on the floor. She takes his hand and steps back to the bed, leading Sheldon there. She sits and slides up over it as he follows her on all fours. Before she can go under the covers, he stops her and catches her lips in another kiss. Once on the bed, he doesn’t return immediately to her. Amy can see he licks his lips as he takes a moment more to worship her figure. She uses this time to return the favor, as her gaze lingers on him as well. She may not have an eidetic memory, but she wants every detail to be printed in her mind. Unable to resist any longer, they crush back into each other soon. He adjusts between her legs and bears down on her body. As his mouth moves on her breast and he cups her bottom, she grabs his posterior with both hands, urging him to grind faster against her. She cries with pleasure then, because Sheldon is now sucking on her nipple. He moans too, although more quietly, every time she squeezes his butt, or when he finds his face pressed into her bosom. Her wetness against his flesh assures him she is ready. He stops moving and places a small kiss back on her lips. She lifts her hands to his face, caressing his cheeks. He brings her left to his mouth and kisses the wedding ring. Amy reaches for his hand to do the same with his ring.“Do you think lovemaking will be different now that we are married?” Sheldon asks.Amy shakes her head, “I don’t know. Maybe,” she admits.Sheldon raises his eyebrows. “Okay… Let’s find it out then.” Amy smirks. “Please,” she authorizes him.She slams her head back when he enters her. He shuts his eyes closed in that moment, trying not to feel overwhelmed too soon by the feeling. Good thing it has only been five months since their last time.He decides to pump slowly. He re-opens his eyes, and their gazes meet again. They kiss, then Sheldon rests his forehead on hers. His wife has the most astonishing eyes, he thinks..They smile until a sudden wave of pleasure makes Amy look away and cry. She hitches her legs up around his hips to pull him deeper into her, her hands search for his face. Sheldon takes advantage of the new position to hold her bottom and accelerate his rhythm. Amy breaths hard and writhes behind Sheldon’s body as her climax builds within her. When he understands she is close he catches her louder scream with a kiss. He stops moving his pelvis, but he keeps himself busy nuzzling and pecking her neck, still caressing that rear end of hers he adores. He even elicits a small laugh when he doesn’t realize he’s somehow tickling her with his hair. He has started to move into her again, but his thrusts are still sparse and slow. Amy is nibbling her lip and staring at him with a mischievous grin. “Would you like…?” She barely manages to say as Sheldon is nodding already. He kisses her cheek and quickly pulls out to roll to her side. She returns the kiss and takes her place straddling him. Sheldon’s stare is fixed on Amy. He relishes the pleasure of her slow rocking on him and the magnificent view he can have on her. From time to time he reaches for her breasts, or her hips, or just caresses her hands resting on his shoulders. Amy smiles when she hears him moaning or whispering her name, his eyes full of love. Soon she hastens. He can’t resist and grabs her backside to accompany her movements, arching his lower body. Amy lowers to kiss him a few times, and she doesn’t miss the satisfied grin on Sheldon’s face every time she rubs her breasts against his chest in her ministrations. He lets her a few more times until he just needs to fully feel her on him, and wraps his arms around her to keep her body pressed on his own. Her ride is more and more frenzied as she draws near a new orgasm; he is just as close. When she screams his name and her core tenses around him, this is enough to push him over the edge too. Sheldon continues to hold her, both panting and trying to retrieve a little energy. He brushes her hair and her back, listens to their hard breathing, and hopes her body can remain blended with his as long as possible. Amy hasn’t moved yet. With her eyes closed, she only enjoys his attentions. To be honest, she’s also surprised he hasn’t asked for them to clean themselves right away. It’s an unusual feeling. “I wish this day would never end,” she proclaims.“I’m sorry dear,” Sheldon answers, “I’m afraid it’s after midnight already. May 12th is over.”Amy smiles, “Not strictly speaking,” she explains, “I mean today as a whole. It truly has been the perfect day. They say the day of your wedding is the best of your life and… it has been, for me.”“It has for me too,” he replies. He cups her face, and kisses softly. “I promise you I’ll try my best to give you as many perfect days as possible. Hopefully, every day is gonna be May 12th. Well, not literally…You know what I mean.” She moves from him and lies down to his side, offering him her back to be the little spoon. Sheldon joins her and kisses her cheek, “Good night, my lady wife,” he smirks against her face.“Good night, my lord husband,” Amy responds in kind.

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