Apologetic Poet

You held onto a tree at the edge staring at the waterfall just a few feet away. The lush green was straight out of a fairytale. Directing your gaze up into the sky a breeze passed through. A few leaves fell and the birds sung. Cameron was snapping photos every five seconds, mainly of you. A few months ago you convinced him to go hiking/glamping with you before he left to go to football training. You could hear him stumbling behind you, camera basically attached to his skin.

“Baby! Look over here real quick!” Cameron shouted with a huge smile on his face, snapping a candid of you looking at him. It was harder to get the goofball side of him to come out. Shaking your head you teased him. “Are you ever gonna put the camera down?”

Cameron laughed finally putting it down shaking his head, “Hell naw, it’s beautiful out here, I gotta capture all this out here!” Cameron spread his arms out wide taking a huge breath. The sun was high in the sky, but it would soon set. This was what you wished for, if you were in nature and with Cameron you were happy.

Coming from the ledge you wrapped your arms tightly around Cameron’s waist. Kissing the underside of his jaw, “cmon’ we need to go back to the campsite, I’m hungry..” your stomach rumbled on cue. Cameron being dramatic rolled his eyes, putting you over his shoulder. You pounded your fist against his muscled back, “I can walk Cam!”

“I’ll carry you back!” He slapped your ass through your cargo shorts continuing through the path.

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Back at the camp grounds, Cameron set up your little area by the truck. You pulled out your lawn chair and watched your man set up everything. The speaker played low in the background adding the sight unfolding in front of you. Cam striped out of his shirt down to his bare sweaty chest, it was amazing. He had a slight tan and the sun was hitting his abs and happy trail just right. Leaning back in your chair you used your portable fan enjoying doing absolutely nothing.

“You just gon’ stare at a nigga the whole time?” Cam was using the little mallet to hammer in the stakes to keep the tent down. You nodded, sticking out your tongue at him.

Cam gave you that look. Those green eyes boring back into your own, his tongue darting across his bottom lip. The slight clenching of his jaw. He dropped the mallet stalking over to you. You shrunk down in your chair trying to avoid his gaze.

“Nah, don’t look away now—I’m right here.” His calloused hand brought your face back up. You found yourself swallowed into his eyes. Grabbing onto his hand for a second you leaned up, not today. Swatting his hand away you laughed again, “this is a camping trip!”

Cameron pouted sneaking a quick peck against your plump lips.

“Finish setting up and maybe I’ll let you kiss me again.” Crossing your arms you laid back in the seat watching Cameron scramble to finish. He started the fire with a match, fanning it with a piece of old cardboard to get it to rise. He washed his hands with a bottle of water and some soap you brought. Sifting through the cooler, he got to work making the food you packed.

You traced your nail against his back on purpose.

He made breakfast for dinner, even making your plate. Her served it up with a smile and a bottle of water. “Is this what you wanted baby?” He fed you a piece of strawberry with a smirk. Taking that as a challenge you licked the juice dripping down his finger.

Looking at the plate you thanked him again, acting oblivious to what just happened. “This looks good cam!”

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Now in the back of the truck, You sat comfortably in Cam’s lap engulfed in his arms. You were both clean and ready for bed. But just to make the most of it, why not stargaze. His hand rubbed small circles into your thigh as you both stared up at the stars. Sleep was out of the question right now. The stars seemed more interesting tonight. Looking over at him, he was already staring.

“I’m gonna miss you..” he grabbed your cheek, his voice only loud enough for the two of you to hear. You blinked away tears, “I’m still proud of you..”

Cam pulled you closer, pressing small kisses against your lips. Little pecks turned into pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth. A whine escaped from the back of your throat. Your tongues tangled in harmony with each other. Chests pressed against each other, your lips hot.

Cameron’s hands now gently kneading your ass through your thin pajama shorts. You were stuck to him just like dough, needing, wanting to be molded. You could feel his bulge growing in his sweatpants. Panting, finally out of breath, you were forced to pull away. Lips wet and swollen.

You kept your hands gripping at his wife beater, wanting to rip it off of him. Cameron’s face was red and his hair all over, your scarf was still intact. Embarrassed you stuffed your face into his neck.

Cam wrapped you tight in his arms laughing, “we can’t get too caught up out here..”

You kissed his neck, your voice muffled, “carry me to the tent please..”

“I guess I can..”

Viscount Clark Kent was known for his very off-putting nature, he made women and men alike uncomfortable. They described the color of his eyes as being a most unnatural blue. His eyebrows faltered slightly before smiling. The Viscount’s voice was regarded as silk but heavy in overall tone.

 Lady Whistledown even recounted events of how guests found his teeth to be unusually sharp. Those pearly whites of his were ever blinding.

Rumors about who he possibly be involved with flew through the halls. But Viscount Kent has never been seen with anyone attached to his arm. Even his own mother.

It was a never-ending cycle.

On a usual fall night in September, you would often find yourself sitting in your family’s garden. Well, it was truly your father’s, you were the only sibling to maintain it after his unfortunate passing. Chrysanthemums, Lily of the Valley, and Hyacinths made up majority of the garden. It was the main part of the house you were seen whether it was drawing, reading, or practicing your music.

You yourself were a recluse in your own right. But you still had friends, Kate being your best friend of all.

Sat on the swing, you felt eyes bored in the back of your skull. Turning towards the forest there was a figure standing there. Squinting you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you. Gripping at your shawl blood rushed all over.

You needed to run.

Standing up from the swing, your skirt hiked up in your hands you made a run for the double doors. Whatever or whomever this was they were slowly moving closer as if they were floating, gliding. Now full-on sprinting, your fingers ghost over the door handles your fingertips too far to reach.

A looming shadow cast over your body, engulfing you in its darkness. Closing your eyes you prayed that whatever this was would take you as quickly as possible. You got closer to the ground your knees scraping against the rough stone.

 Tears ran down your cheeks

 His thumb wiped them away.

The figure was even closer, leaning in against your crouched body. Lips just barely touch your ear, a voice wrapping around you like thick smoke.

“I’ve searched for someone like you miss (l/n), we shall meet again... do not forget me.”

Whomever could this be? An unfamiliar voice that made your core tighten and your knees buckle.

His thick arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and up from the cold stone. A strong chest pressed to your back. “I didn’t mean to spook you like this my darling. This was the only way I could get your attention.”

You awoke in a cold sweat and a large gasp of air leaving you. Just another string of bad dreams.

You thought that’s all it was and nothing more.

…

Your daily routine went on as normal, today you decided on a beautiful burgundy gown. The embellishments around the gown in delicate swirls. Looking at the variety of your jewelry collection you decide on a simple string of pearls and sheer gloves to match your gown. Your sisters always praised your choices in fashion.

Sitting at your vanity, that dream flashed through your mind whilst your hair was being attended too. Miss Stevens suggested you let out your curls for tonight, stating it would complement your everlasting beauty.

From the corner of your eye, there was your mother talking to one of the servants whilst looking at you. Your mouth opened to speak but nothing left your throat.

Staring down at your lap, the servant tapped you on the shoulder. “Your all done miss (l/n), you’re going to look beautiful at tonight’s ball.” Miss stevens has always been there for you, even when your mother couldn’t be.

“Thank you again Miss Stevens.” Standing up from the vanity you slipped on your heels following your sister’s downstairs to the dining room. You walked far behind seeing the door to your father’s study open.

Your mother forbade anyone from stepping foot inside that room since his passing. His various books and paintings were scattered around the room in disarray. You moved closer peering inside just for a second.

There was that figure again, standing in the corner reading one of your father’s many books from his collection. With wide eyes you left the room casting your eyes to the ground going straight to the dining room.

The very tricks your mind was playing caused you great concern.

…

The night had settled beautifully, the stars and moon shining like diamonds in the dark sky. Whilst in your carriage you brought your book with you had snuck it inside of your pocket. Your sister poked you in the side, “Do not do that again. It hurts.”

The glare you sent her way like daggers. The staring contest was broken as the carriage came to a stop. Adrianna turned her nose up at you leaving the carriage first being assisted by the guard to the doors.

Stuffing your book away you left out of the carriage thanking the guard for helping you down. A gust of wind brushed past you giving you a terrible chill, your hair standing on end.

You really wished you picked out a shawl to wear.

…

It had been a while since you and Kate spoke, it was nice to have a chat with her. “How have you and Anthony been?” You asked, taking an experimental sip of the drink you were given. Kate gave that same head over heels look, pulling you into a quite corner to talk.

As the two of you were giggling in the corner together like schoolgirls the music went quiet. Viscount Kent had arrived fashionably late.

His very suit matched your dress.

Was this all a plan the two of you thought up to steal the spotlight.

Kate’s eyes widened, “why didn’t you tell me that you and Clark were seeing each other (y/n)!”

“That is not true—This is merely a coincidence… Kate, I have never seen him before. I’ve only heard of whom he is!” Your voice cracking in embarrassment. The one thing you didn’t want is now all on you.

Attention.

Gathering your dress in your hands you excused yourself outside, leaving Kate and everyone else in utter confusion.

Sitting outside on a bench rubbing at the side of your arms you wished you could disappear. It was the weird dreams and now a strange man you’ve never met just so happens is matching you. With your head in your lap there was nothing else you wanted more than peace.

Clark was watching you from inside, a sad smile on his face. He only wanted to show his care for you. Ignoring the stares and the whispers he followed you outside. Stood tall by the door like a statue he didn’t want to agitate you further. A deep huff from him caused your head to turn.

“What is it that you want from me…” There were tears in those beautiful (e/c) eyes of yours.

Clark rushed over to you getting down on his knees grabbing your gloved hand into his own. He didn’t care about his appearance because his only focus was making sure you were okay.

Reaching into his suit pocket he grabbed a handkerchief, dabbing the tears spilling down your cheeks.

“It was never my intention to hurt you. I only wanted to show you that I care.”

That voice, his voice. The same voice that swept you away in your dreams.

“We do not even know each other formally, I don’t know anything about you. Yet you will not leave my mind, why?” You said through clenched teeth, using all your strength to try and pull your hand away. But Clark refused to let you go.

“I-I do not even know myself, all I know is that I need you. We do not know very much about each other but that is the beauty of meeting for the first time. Is it not?” Those bright blue eyes meeting yours for the first time.

“You know nothing of which you speak of Viscount Kent.” You shut your lips, holding back your true thoughts.

“Then let me earn it. By the end of this year, I will know everything about you, and you will know everything about me. The deepest of my secrets that have plagued me.” You refused to meet his eyes any further, turning your head away from him.

Clark followed anyway, his hand directing your jaw back to him. “What must I do to rightly call you my own?” His combed back dark curls had long fell against his forehead. But not a hair on your head was out of place.

There was Clark, A Viscount no less, on his knees begging for you to give him a chance.

Clark left his handkerchief in your lap, putting both hands on his knees staring at you.

“Fine. Wherever these weird dreams are coming from will stop. You will properly court me and introduce yourself to my family.”

It was nice to know that whatever lady Whistledown was hearing about him clearly wasn’t true on some accounts. But he still gave you an unsettled feeling, like whatever he was going to tell you wasn’t the entire truth. Clark never did anything that you’ve known of that was worthy enough of such secrecy.

But then again, you are the first woman to be formally around him.

…

The year was eventful to say the least. The two of you had grown closer together in many ways you didn’t know was possible. Kate teased you for being head over heels for him, but you never denied it for a second.

It was a full moon the day you met his mother; they stayed farther into town than most of the families.

His mother was a nice woman. She offered you tea and pulled you away from Clark the second you stepped inside of the large manor. She showed many baby pictures of Clark and told stories about him when he was a child.

She never recounted how she became pregnant or of his birthday. It did raise concern but nothing that would could be any huge warning signs.

…

Clark showed you to his childhood bedroom, closing the doors behind you. Your body now pressed against the wall. “What is the meaning of this Clark?” It had been three months since he begged on his knees to get to know you.

With his arms on either side of your head, Clark pressed his hot mouth against your neck. Moaning your fingers gripped onto his curls. His tongue licking over that specific spot before biting down. The moan leaving your lips turned into a scream.

His bite broke skin, your own blood soaking the front of your beautiful pastel gown. You tried to push him away, but you were losing consciousness. “Clark please..”

The world went dark and Clark caught you in his arms.

“I’m sorry my darling, you will understand one day.” A truly solemn expression washed over Clark’s face holding you in his arms. But this bite wouldn’t turn you, it was a marking.

Clark dreamt of this day, your blood tasted so sweet. Like the finest chocolate, and now you were truly his. To hold and to care for until the end of time.

…

As a child you heard many tales of a creature that feasted on the blood of ‘mortals’. Many recounting of spotting a figure with fangs, sickly skin, and bright eyes that compelled you closer that lived in the deepest shadows. But those were only stories, nothing more and nothing less.

You never believed in such a tale more after the night he bit you.

The next morning was nothing short of a confusing jumbled mess. A groan rose from the back of your throat as you attempted to reach for the sore spot on the side of your neck. A warm hand stopped you, laying it back to your side.

It was your mother, “I know your in-pain sweetheart, Clark has been distraught waiting on you to wake up. He’ll be thoroughly relieved seeing you awake. It’s been two days since you fainted.”

As your mother left the room you sat up pressing a hesitant hand to the bandage.

You spent the next few days recovering from the comfort of your bedroom. Clark visited you every day and refused to leave your side.

Thursday night, you finally asked the question.

“Why would you do that to me?”

Clark looked down at his lap, lacing his fingers together. “Are you afraid of me?”

“Answer the question Clark do not deflect.” You refused to meet his eyes your head was turned towards the window.

“I still haven’t told you, my secret. I-I wanted to turn you, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My kind has existed for centuries, but we’ve been able to blend in with humans, but people still ask questions. I am a vampire, well that is what you humans call us. But we have many many names.”

He could hear your heart racing.

“I’m sorry again, for biting you, will you ever forgive me?” Clark climbed into your large bed laying his head at your feet, one hand around your ankle.

Meeting his eyes you had a scowl on your face, “You must promise to never bite me again, or bite any other human again. Do you understand? If you cannot do that, you might as well leave and forget we have ever met.”

Clark nodded his head climbing up your legs, his head ended up nuzzled in your bosom. His arms snaked around your waist. A smile spread over his face, he was very cute.

You pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

“Your heartbeat sounds of the sweetest music..”

…

The wedding was to die for. Your favorite music played throughout the ceremony, and everyone was there to witness your happiest day. You couldn’t help but stare at the dazzling diamond on your finger.

Clark spun you around on the ballroom floor like a princess. His hands touch you ever gentle.

Clark carried you to the beautiful manor you two would now share together. The bedroom was decorated beautifully.

“Isn’t this night just perfect my darling?”

Your eyes sparkled like a million stars. “Of course, Clark, nothing could be more perfect.”

…

Bare to no one else but Clark he started from your neck and moved down. Of course, honoring your no bite rule, he still loved to feel your jugular pulsating against his tongue.

His hands rubbed at the expanse of your ass cheeks gripping the thick globes tight in his hands. You moaned grabbing, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Please…”

“All you had to do was ask, I’ll give you my all.”

Clark sucked onto your breasts nibbling at your puffy nipples, pulling at them with his lips. Your legs twisted together, your juices pooling onto the sheets beneath you. Your honeymoon would go down in history.

His mouth left your breasts as he kissed a trail down, stopping at your pubic bone.

Covering your face, Clark stared down at the beauty in-between your legs. His tongue swirled and flicked around the sensitive bundle of nerves with skill that left you twitching. Clark refused to let you get away from his mouth keeping his arms tight around your thighs.

Your breath hiccupped, your thighs crushing Clark’s head. Clark abused your clit, looking up at your face just watching your reaction.

You were no match for his tongue, cumming all over the lower half of his face.

“Fuck!” Grabbing onto his hair you attempted to pull his mouth away. Clark relented pulling away, the lower half of his face covered in your cum.

Clark towered over you, pressing his lips to your own forcing you to taste every bit of yourself on his tongue.

You had a late shift at the editor’s office and had to call Dean to tell him the bad news.

You could hear him pouting through the phone.

With a whine high in the back of his throat, he flopped down onto the bed, “alright... but I won’t fall asleep until I know your home.” Dean had a vice, that only vice was you.

He became dependent on you.

Dean went through his normal nightly routine which consisted of showering, eating a snack before he brushed, and watching a few episodes of Scrubs. But someone was missing, that someone was you. Of course, he could call Sammie or Cas and annoy them, but it wouldn’t mean anything if you weren’t beside him.

 He was still sitting on the couch in his favorite spot.

 The cushion had an indent where he sat.

Thumb hovering hesitantly over the call button, Dean shook his head, chucking his phone onto the couch cushion beside him. Grabbing a folded blanket from the bin he plopped back down.

Dean wouldn’t go to sleep until you came home.

…

With his arms crossed over his old Metallica tee, dean’s eyes started to droop. With a tired huff dean ran his hand over his face to stay awake. Those efforts proved nothing dean was losing the fight against sleep. Slumping down he was now fully laying down on the couch.

“Where are you (y/n) …" Dean hated falling asleep without you. It was always a terrible gamble with himself.

Dean didn’t mean to, honestly, but sleep overcame him. Those long lashes of his against his freckled cheeks, little snores leaving his lips. Scrubs now only being drowned out in the background.

…

With the keys tight in your hand, you shuffled towards the door on tired feet. Flipping through the various keys you found the one to the front door. Sticking it inside you turned the door handle stepping in. The warmth pulling you inside.

Still in the foyer you hang up your coat and set your bag down onto the table. You called out for Dean but didn’t receive your usual 'babe!' from him. You slipped off your flats walking into the living room area. There was Dean fast asleep on the couch, this could either be a good or bad sign.

Some nights were worse, other's ended in Dean waking up screaming his head off in fear.

You moved in closer making sure not to make any sudden noises.

Getting a closer look his eyebrows were knitted together, and he had a bit of sweat stuck to his skin. His night terrors were back, you felt terrible letting him fall sleep like this. Crouching down to his level you placed a gentle hand against his cheek rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

Deans’ breath hitched, his hand gripping tighter at the piece of blanket he was holding. “Dean... come on sweetheart you need to wake up.” You didn’t dare shake him or try to raise your voice, that would spook him even further.

You could only keep talking with a gentle tone and hoped he woke up. “It’s okay I’m right here I just need you to wake up.” You whispered, moving his bangs away to press a gentle kiss to his temple.

A single tear ran down his cheek, his eyes opening to meet yours. “oh (y/n) …” His arms wrapped around your top half refusing to let you go. “I’m so sorry Dean- “He cut you off before you could finish with a kiss.

“Don’t be.. it’s not your fault.” His voice was hoarse, but he was ecstatic to see you. Smiling back at him you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Dean blushed with a smirk on his face. Rolling your eyes you stood up with a giggle, “I guess we can shower together, hurry up or I’ll lock you outside.”

You walked towards the bathroom; Dean followed like a sick puppy.

…

Dean requested kisses the entire time whilst the two of you showered together puckering his lips up happily for each peck. The fun ended once your fingers started to prune from being in the water too long. Looking up at Dean you placed a hand to his chest, “I would love to be prunes in the shower together, but were both tired and need sleep…”

“Fine..” Dean kept his signature pout until you kissed him again as you were drying off. He stood there like an idiot watching you do your skincare. He loved the smell of your lotions and different body creams. Dean always recalled that you smelled like the most beautiful pie he’s ever tasted.

Finishing up with your nightly routine you slipped your braids into your bonnet. Squinting your eyes at Dean he stopped staring and got dressed with a tiny ‘sorry’.

“You know I can’t help it.. you're so pretty…” Giggling you slapped his shoulder. He even started to sing a little tune spinning you around. "Stand by me, ohh, stand, stand by me..."

You allowed it, pressing a kiss against his stubble, letting go of his gentle hand "I’ll be in bed.”

…

Reading a few pages of the new book you picked up Dean was in between your legs, his head resting on your stomach. You folded the top of the page slipping the book onto your nightstand.

Dean looked up at you moving his head down just for you to run his fingers against his scalp. You obliged, lightly scratching his scalp. Dean let out a happy hum squeezing your waist tighter.

“I want you to hold me dean...”

Dean chuckled allowing you to move to the middle of the bed. He kissed your forehead cocooning you into his chest. With a well-deserved yawn you relaxed onto his chest.

The both of you fell asleep finally in each other’s arms.

Clark’s fingers strummed lazily through the riffs, a cigarette hanging low in between his dry lips, daring to drop in his lap. This was the band’s world tour, country after country, it was glorious but tiring. Jimmy, their drummer, teased Clark due to his nervousness. “Cmon Clark, we’re going to do great, I can just see it now, us performing all the way into our 50s.”

Jimmy always dreamed big, nothing was a limit for him, even the sky.

Clark hashed out the cigarette into the ashtray, leaning his bass upright against his chair. Those electric blue eyes gauging the look on his own face through the mirror. His lip was stuck in a pout, his dark curls swirling all around. Grabbing the eyeliner pencil, he drew messily over his waterline, smudging it with his pinky fingers.

Lois would kill him knowing they were sharing the same pencil. Clark looked down at the peeling sheer blue polish. The palms full of his hands callouses from years of experience, he still didn’t feel as if he earned his spot in rock music.

Despite his thoughts, Clark still wanted to be seen, he liked the praises and the attention from the fans. It distracted him from how distance he felt with himself in his own personal life. But he also wanted to be heard by someone who didn’t care about his fame. The occasional flings were nice, but waking up alone got old fast.

Clark’s mind wandered far into the future he desperately wanted for himself. Sitting on the back porch watching the sun rise with the woman of his dreams. She was so far away but felt eerily close.

The stage crew walked in, the walkies going off from feedback coming from the security. “Alright! You guys need to be ready in the next 30 minutes, break a leg guys!” Perry left the room, yelling to the rest of the team.

Clark shook his head showing off those pearly whites, he stood grabbing his hangers going behind the black curtains. Slipping out his regular clothes into his prepared outfit. He dressed fairly simple, staying true to his Smallville roots. He always wore his favorite boots to pull his look together. He fiddled with the first few buttons of his shirt. The silver chain hung low against the bit of exposed chest.

Clark's huge pecs poked through the sheer shirt he was wearing, as the bit of chest hair he had was on display. A carefully curated selection of rings and bracelets dawned on his thick wrists and skillful fingers.

…

“We’re gonna be late to check ins if you keep messing with your hair!” Lisa rolled her eyes, continuing to tease her afro. “I thought you didn’t wanna go (y/n)..” She turned to stare at you with a playful look

“I listened to some of their music and watched a few performances—that’s beside the point let’s go!” You wore your hair in a similar fashion to Lisa’s, opting for a twist out/wash and go instead.

Standing in the full-length mirror you adjusted your outfit, adding another dash of lip gloss and glittering body spray. Lisa helped you with your favorite accessories tying the look together.

The entire ride to the concert venue was reserved for remembering the lyrics and discussing who was cuter. Lisa was seasoned in the members and found jimmy to be the cutest thing ever, but you had no idea what anyone looked like. All of the album covers were faceless and there are no allowed phones during the show.

Your nerves were getting the best of you, only the expectation that you were gonna have a good time.

...

The arena was more of an open field instead of your typical stadium concert. It reminded you of all the times you and Lisa spent hours driving to different music festivals. Lisa grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the crowd of people right up against the barricade. The energy was there, fans screaming their heads off and reciting lyrics before the members even hit the stage.

The crowd went quiet as the spotlights cued; Jimmy made his appearance first the stage rising as he played. Lois came second, the notes she played riled everyone up again.

That's when you saw him, the bright blue light zeroed in on him. Those electric blue eyes washed over you once, twice, and stuck with you. He was immediately drawn to you.

Your heart was practically beating outside of your chest in sync with Clark's own. Your mouth opened, a scream that Clark knew was only for him left your throat.

Lisa laughed poking you in the side with her elbow, leaning into your ear, "That's Clark, he's the lead singer and the bass player.." A nervous smile washed over your face meeting Clark's eyes again. They pulled you in deep, the entire ocean lived in them. Drowning in those blue oceans of his.

Clark was starstruck seeing you for the first time in the sea of people. His ears and cheeks turned a rosy, red, caught up in your (e/c) eyes, your hair, literally everything about you. His mouth stuck wide open at his mic. You were the girl he was dreaming of the only woman he could spend the rest of his days with, was in this very crowd.

He wasn't going to let you leave the concert without getting to know you first.

Finally, he spoke introducing everyone, but he never broke eye contact.

"Hello, I'm Clark, that's Jimmy our drummer, and Lois on electric guitar! and we're Oasis!" You watched as his fingers danced over the strings producing a heavy riff that shook the speakers. The rings adorned on his nimble but veiny hands, the various gems sparkling in the lights.

Clark was practically making out with his custom royal blue microphone. The lyrics wrapping circles around your head. Tongue darting out to wet his lips, you so desperately wanted them against your own.

...

The concert ended, with a pout on your face you and Lisa turned with the rest of the crowd to leave. This was the most fun you've had in years and got to make googly eyes with the lead singer. Your curls were all around your head, thankfully your glitter stayed. But you heard Clark speaking, "You two! yeah the two girls in matching outfits, come with me!"

You and Lisa turned back around pointing to yourselves. Clark chuckled nodding his head, "We'll meet y'all backstage!" You and Lisa busted out in screams of joy following the staff back to the trailers. Jimmy waved at Lisa directing her to his personal trailer.

Fiddling with your purse, you looked around. A hand touched your shoulder; with a squeak you turned seeing it was Clark, you both tried to speak cutting each other off. It ended in awkward laughter. "uh... d-do you wanna come back to my trailer with me?" His hand left your shoulder dropping down to lace his fingers with yours.

Nodding you kept your head down, unable to take his eye contact any longer. Clark led you around with him making sure you weren't far behind. Reaching his trailer, he opened the door and let you slip past him, your chests brushing up against each other. Looking around clutching your bag you didn't know what to do.

Clark shut the door behind him, the blush starting up again, this time sprouting from his neck. If this wasn't the cutest man you've ever encountered. Clark got caught him in staring at you again with a dopey smile.

Shaking his head he as spoke again, "Sorry you can take a seat anyway you want... I-I know this may seem weird, but I couldn't let you and your friend leave without seeing you. You're seriously the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I wanna get to know you."

The words felt caught in the back of your throat as you responded, "Wow...thank you, I've never been backstage at a concert. especially not to meet the lead singer!" The excitement and the anticipation bubbled out of you. You sat down onto the couch and Clark accompanied you, his arm draping over your shoulder.

You giggled leaning into his hold, he smelled amazing.

...

Before you knew it, Clark's lips met your own, your lip combo smudging across his face. You crawled over onto his lap, the crease of your shorts rubbing up against his bulge. A breathy moan left him; his hands found their way to your hips.

He never gripped too hard or too soft, but just enough to make you feel secure in his arms. Your tongues tangled within each other; you needed to pull away to get air again.

Laughing at the smudged lip liner and gloss on Clark's face, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Clark gawked at you with stars in his eyes, "Can I have your name and number please? sorry I forgot to ask.." His voice going quite at the end from embarassement.

"I'm (y/n) it's nice to meet you..." You placed another kiss to his lips tangling yourselves together again. Clark pulled away for a second, "It's nice to meet you too, I'm Clark..." Clark's hips stuttered against you, he just came in his pants.

He exhaled a small 'fuck' against your lips pulling away again. "What's wrong?" Clark's head dropped as he covered his eyes, "I came in my pants..."

"I've never made someone cum in their pants before, I hate to leave you like this, but I want to talk with you more..." Clark nodded taking one of his rings off his finger handing it to you. "Keep this, please." Nodding you gathered your things writing your number on his arm with sharpie. "see you later cutie.."

"S-same to you beautiful..." Clark offered to walk you back the car, you happily obliged.

...

Back at the apartment, you sat up in your bedroom fiddling with the ring he gave you. A beautifully red ruby and a dazzling green emerald nestled in the gold.

Your phone was charging on your nightstand, it started to buzz your ringtone going off. Reaching for it with a quickness you seen it was an unknown number.

Taking a deep breath answering the call, "Hello?"

"You answered... It's Clark..."

The words on the page had long been smudged. Those delicate but heavy words stuck to him like a disease with no cure. The home you two built together was destroyed in his rage. Ben wouldn’t allow himself peace until he found you.

That is how his devious plan prickled from every seeping wound you left him with. But you again were easy to find, Ben knew your every move.

That same night he awoke, he went looking for you.

…

The old work truck he drove hummed through the quiet countryside. A blunt in one hand, the other gliding over the steering wheel. The note rattled against the roof stuck in between the mirror.

Ben couldn’t understand why you left, sure he picked up extra shifts in order for you to recover. Leaving before you wake up and only returning once the house was fast asleep. He did it all for his family, to see you lying in bed, your son fast asleep in his bassinet. No matter the struggle he loved it, just to have the two of you waiting on him.

Tears threatened to leave those glowing green eyes, he was going to make this right. Even if it meant tracking you down to the last second, Ben was going to do it.

…

You walked through the tiny grocery store, your son preoccupied by his own fingers sitting up in the cart. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing.” Those familiar sparkling green eyes stared back at you, a little smile spread over Adam’s chubby face. Pressing a kiss to his mess of curls you continued shopping.

Most people in the town rarely talked to you, if they did they were asking if you had a husband. The words went in one ear and out the other.

You didn’t wanna hurt Ben, you loved him too much to ever do that to him. So you left, wrote a random note and plopped yourself in a random town hoping he wouldn’t find you.

It was going on the fourth month since you left your old life behind. Four months since Ben held you in his arms, reassuring you for every step of the way. Those feelings left a pit in the bottom of your stomach. Trying to keep your thoughts at bay you quickly grabbed the rest of your items, returning to the front to check out.

With Adam on your hip, you carried your groceries in your old tote walking back home.

…

Standing over the gas stove, the hum of a loud truck alerted you to the window. Adam had long fell asleep after you breastfed him. You peaked through the blinds, it was Ben’s truck.

“N-no..” panic surged through your body as he backed away from the window promptly shutting the curtains. You rushed to the front and back doors locking them.

Returning to the small bedroom, you and Adam shared, you cradled him in your arms. You sat complacent by the bedroom window, watching for any sign of Ben. You couldn’t let him see you like this, your terrible thoughts clouding your judgement. Glancing down at Adam’s sleeping form, you wanted to run again.

Adam started to stir, letting out an occasional sleepy whine. He was just like Ben, you rocked him to keep him quiet. “It’s okay baby.. mama’s got you..”

…

Ben asked around to see if anyone had spotted you. An older woman, Ms. Betty gave you up.

He found the street you stayed on, staring at the cozy little home. Walking up to the front door he froze, what was he going to ask, what could he possibly do to make you come back. Fist risen, to did his familiar three knocks against the door.

“Please answer..” the tears finally rolling down his cheeks. Ben just needed to see you were okay, to know Adam was okay. “…come on (y/n).. please I’m begging you, just talk to me..” His voice quivering with fear.

Ben crumbled into nothing wanting to hear your voice, even a whisper would suffice. Now on his knees, Ben’s cries rang out. But he didn’t knock again, he wanted you to let him in. Even if you just slammed the door in his face, that is all he could ask for.

…

You watched the entire scene unfold through that window. You contemplated if you should dare stand, but you couldn’t keep fighting alone.

Standing up you walked to the front door, Adam was back in his bassinet. Finally the lock clicked and the old wooden door creaked open. Your eyes finally meeting again after four heavy months. Ben’s shaky hand reached to meet yours, he pressed a gentle kiss against your palm.

The tension between you two was thick, Ben spoke first.

“I’m so sorry.. I—I wasn’t there for you, or for Adam. But why did you leave me (y/n), please just tell me.” He kept a tight hold of your hand, refusing to let you go again.

Emotion ran rapid through you, tears leaving your own eyes. “I thought you were tired of us Ben.. you were stayed out so late and not to mention being left with a new born.. I didn’t want you to leave me—so I left first..”

Ben shook his head in disbelief, “no baby, I would never get tired of my family. I picked up extra shifts to provide more, to give you and Adam something I didn’t have… but I now understan’ why you left..”

Ben stood up, encasing you in his arms. “I’m sorry (y/n) I wasn’t there when you needed me the most.. but please, don’t leave me.” His breath stuttered as he continued, “I wouldn’t be able to keep on livin’ without you and Adam..”

You relaxed in his comforting hold, “I’m sorry too, I should’ve told you how I was feeling, I—I wanted you to find me, to find your family.” Your voice was muffled against Ben’s flannel, but he heard you loud and clear.

…

Ben stared at Adam in disbelief, he turned to you, “can I hold him.. please?” His deep voice, just above a whisper. You nodded with a sigh, watching him pick up Adam. Ben’s strong arms held him with such care. “H-he’s beautiful, he finally got your curls..” Ben sat down on the bed beside you, still rocking Adam in his arms.

You rubbed Ben’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “Take us back home..”

…

Once you and Adam were settled back in at home Ben wanted nothing more than to treat you.

Ben’s hands ran over your naked body with such care. His large hands cupping your breasts, the warmth of his wedding band causing your hips to twitch. A low moan escaped your lips, “please Ben don’t be a tease..”

“We’re just getting started tonight..” he kissed down your torso to your pubic mound. Ben spread your legs wide, getting comfortable in between. His mouth opened, his wide tongue going straight towards your clit. The finest of licks he was giving sent shocks of pleasure through your bones. You grabbed a fist full of hair attempting to pull Ben closer.

“Benjamin.” You spoke through clenched teeth staring down at him.

With the raise of one eyebrow, Ben went full force, spreading open your wet folds. His tongue swirled over the bundle of nerves, he even sucked on it as if it were the sweetest candy in the world.

His own cock twitching and leaking with precum, Ben rutted against the bed. That familiar knot gathered in your stomach, your moans grew louder. Ben’s kept your sopping wet pussy against his mouth, rendering you unable to escape his tongue.

Your sensitive nipples pebbled up, and leaking. Writhing against the mattress in pleasure. You held onto your orgasm, both hands now in Ben’s hair you screamed. “Fuck! I’m cumming!”

Your orgasm exploded in Ben’s mouth, coating the bottom half of his face in your juices. Ben slurped up every single drop that hit his tongue, moaning against your folds. He lifted his head up finally licking his plump lips, “if that is not the best ever.. I don’t want it to ever end.”

Now embarrassed you laid your head back into the pillows. Ben sat up on his knees, rubbing his cock with your glistening lips. With a guiding hand Ben made you stare at him. “I just wanna see that beautiful face of yours baby.. moaning and all.” You couldn’t look away from him no matter how badly you wanted to.

His cock head rubbed up against your puffy clit sent you over the edge. The overstimulation causing your legs to shake, a whine wiggled its way from the depths of your heart. Ben’s dirty blond hair was now stuck to his forehead with sweat.