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But as more and more time continued to pass and the chair beside him remained empty, his hurt feelings only grew. The night carried on smoothly, and despite his thoughts being clouded by you the entire time, Peter managed to keep a smile on his face.

He should feel thrilled right now; he wants to feel thrilled, but he can’t. Not when you stood him up.

With the party dying down and the attendees beginning to leave, Peter chose to slip out with them. He used the subway ride back home to really assess his feelings about the situation. He knew you saw his messages, but never responded, nor did you answer his calls. Were you giving the silent treatment? Peter did miss two date nights in a row. Maybe this was you giving him a taste of his own medicine.

It wasn’t until he unlocked the door that his hurt subsided, and worry plagued his mind instead.

Something was wrong and he could hear it. Peter was incredibly in tune with your heartbeat; it was a sound that relaxed him. He loved being able to quite literally hear your heart skip a beat when he kissed you, or the way it raced when you were under him. He loved knowing that he had the same effect on you that you had on him.

But this was different; yes, your heart was beating at a racing pace, but it wasn’t the same. He had never heard your heart race this way. Peter zeroed in on the sound as he approached the bedroom door, and the rapid thumping became almost deafening.

His hand twisted the handle and pushed it in, his heart catching in his throat at the sight of you. You were slumped against the foot of the bed. He wasted no time rushing over to you and picking you up. Your skin was on fire, your eyes barely open as hot tears rolled down your face, a muffled attempt at an apology falling from your lips.

“No, no, none of that,” he says, heading to the bathroom with you in his arms. He sets you down on the edge of the sink and cups your face, “Can you look at me, honey?” Your eyes felt too heavy to widen, but you tried your best to do so anyway.

“You’re burning up. I’m going to turn on the shower and try to cool you down. Do you think you’ll be able to stand on your own?” He asked. You move off the sink and plant your feet on the floor, but struggle to steady yourself.

Your head was spinning, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You kept muttering apologies under your breath as Peter’s hands held you still, “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“Tonight was important to you,” you croak, “I’m so sorry, I tried to.”

You did try, and he could tell by the unzipped dress you were wearing. “I know you did, honey. But that’s not important to me right now, you are. Is it okay for me to take this off?”

You leaned into his chest a bit and nodded your head in response. You could feel his hands gently slip the straps off your shoulders and the dress pool at your feet.

Peter’s cheeks flushed upon seeing what you were wearing underneath, lacey red lingerie. He had you sit on the toilet seat cover while he rushed into the bedroom to retrieve your towels.

He helps you discard the rest of your clothing before shedding his own. He placed small kisses all over your body as he did so, before leading you into the shower with him.

Your head rested on Peter’s chest as the coolness of the water beat against your back. Neither of you said anything. He just held you close, rubbing his hand down your back in an attempt to relax and soothe you. The two of you stayed like that for some time before turning and reaching for your shampoo. You started to work the product through your hair, a task that Peter quickly took over, massaging your scalp for you.

Between that, the sound of his humming, and the water hitting your face, the tension in your body eased. You close your eyes and try to relax further, allowing the water to wash away your low spirits. You turn back around to face him and rinse the shampoo out of your hair.

Both of you quietly go through your typical shower routines, from conditioning your hair to washing your bodies, letting the water soak and cleanse you.

Peter turns the shower off and wraps a towel around his waist before helping you with yours. His heart ached at the sight of you trembling. “I got you, honey.”

He guides you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, making you sit on the edge of the bed while he goes through your drawers and finds something for you to wear. “Do you want anything in particular, or will shorts and one of my shirts be alright?”

“Yes,” you croak.

“Alright, let’s get you dressed first, and then I can make you some soup. May’s probably asleep, so we’ll have to settle for canned chicken noodle soup for now. I’ll give her a call in the morning and ask for her recipe, though.” He helps you into your underwear and shorts before tugging his worn ESU shirt over your head.

You shake your head, “I’m not hungry. Just want sleep.”

“You gotta eat something,” Peter insists, helping you get into the bed and tucking you under the covers. “What if I bring you some crackers and ginger ale instead?”

“Okay,” you agree.

Peter was persistent and you knew for certain he wouldn’t let up until you got something in your system. He walks out of the room, and you can hear him shuffling around the kitchen for a few minutes before returning with a sleeve of saltines, medicine, and a can of ginger ale in hand.

He places both by your nightstand, and he assists you in sitting up. “I got it, Pete,” you assure, pushing yourself up. He ignores your comment and reaches over you to his side of the bed, taking one of his pillows and putting it behind your back.

“I’m sorry for not showing. I thought I could tough it out, but it just got so much worse when I got home,” you explain.

“You don’t need to apologize for being sick. I just wish you had told me,” he tells you, opening the can of ginger ale with a hiss and pop, and handing it to you. “Were you feeling like this at work?”

“I was,” you admit, accepting the can from him. “I didn’t think anything, it just started with me being a little lightheaded with a headache. I didn’t think it would escalate the way it did.”

A frown forms on Peter’s face, and he presses a kiss to your forehead, “My poor baby.”

“I’m okay—“

“You fainted.”

That shuts you up and causes you to stare ahead. You knew you were fighting a losing battle; Peter wasn't the type to let you dismiss something like this. “Can you tell me about the dinner?”

His expression softens, “After you eat some crackers.”

“It’ll make a mess.”

“I brought a plate to catch the crumbs.”

You take a deep breath and lean back until you reach the headboard. Peter rounds the bed, getting in on his side. “Just a few crackers, then we can cuddle and I’ll tell you all about the dinner.”

“Is this how you negotiate with perps?”

“Only the pretty ones,” he teases, nudging you with his shoulder, a faint smile appearing on your face as you snack on the crackers. Peter turns on the TV, letting a rerun of Living Single fill the comfortable silence as you ate.

By the end of the night, you were lying on his chest, listening to him talk about being the head of Oscorp's next project, what they served the attendees for dinner, and how his quick reflexes stopped a photographer hired for the event from slipping on someone’s spilled wine. The medicine was making you drowsy, but you fought hard against it to listen to your boyfriend. “Your heart beat is slowing down; it sounds closer to normal now,” he whispers.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you murmur.

Peter turns his head and presses another kiss to your forehead, “Of course, honey.” He rubs your back, “Let yourself rest, it’s okay.”

You nod your head, letting your heavy eyelids close, “Love you.”

Hollands hands were perched on your hips as he pressed you against the kitchen counter, lips attached to your neck. Holly was at school and Holland found it impossible to keep his hands off of you in the empty house. This was all interrupted, though, when the phone rang and Holland begrudgingly pulled away from you to answer. Healy was calling Holland to let him know they had a new case and that he’d be over shortly to pick him up to go investigate a lead. You and Holland were just about to move things to your shared bedroom before Healy called and put a stop to your plans. Yet, instead of moving to go change into different clothes and wait for Healy, Holland hung up the phone and made his way back to you.

You raised questions about what he was doing and why he wasn’t getting ready but you were quickly cut off my his lips on yours. His kiss was more feverish this time, knowing his time with you was now limited to whenever his partners car pulled up.

“You really think we have time for this, Holland?” You asked as your face flushed as you pulled your lips from his.

He smiled that usual dopey smile before answering.

“I’ve always got time for you, honey.”

His lips were back on yours in an instant before they moved down to your neck, and then to your collarbones. He lifted your shirt to just above your chest and exposing you to him, not even bothering to take it off all the way. He groaned at the sight and wasted no time with letting his lips travel down further. You whimpered as Holland kissed and nipped at your exposed skin and your grip tightened on the kitchen counter you were braced on. As Holland gave attention to your chest you felt his fingers unbutton your pants and start nudging them downwards. Your boyfriend started making his way down again, his mustache tickling your bare skin as he lowered himself in front of you. Your pants were now fully removed and Hollands hands were working on removing the thin panties that were already damp.

“Think you can stay standing for me, sweetheart?” He asked as he looked up at you from his kneeled position on the floor.

You nodded and gave a desperate sounding ‘mhm’ and that was all Holland needed to pull your panties down and attach his mouth to your already wet center.

One hand continued holding on to the edge of the counter to anchor yourself while the other flew to Hollands messy hair. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he wasted no time circling your clit with his tongue. Your breathy sighs were music to his ears as he groaned against your pussy, lapping at you while his hands gripped your hips that were trying to buck. His nose perfectly pressed against your bundle of nerves while his tongue swirled and flattened against you. Holland let one hand fall from your hips and find its way to your core, his slender fingers teasing your entrance before fully sheathing inside of you. His two fingers started slow and then found their rhythm pumping in and out as he returned his attention to your sensitive clit. Your moans and whimpers filled the kitchen and Holland quickened his pace. You couldn’t help your hips from grinding into Hollands face and letting your hand that was still locked in his hair push him into you more.

Holland moaned at your actions and it felt like it sent a vibration through your whole body. You were close and he could tell by the desperation of your hips and the tightening sensation he felt around his fingers. He was attempting to speak, but every word he said against your core was muffled. All you could hear were broken praises that sent jolts throughout your wet core, his words being the thing to send you over the edge. You moaned his name as you rode out your high on his face that was still tucked against your now drenched center. Holland was still lapping at you as you came back to earth and you had to gently push him away from you. You smiled at the sight before you. Hollands mustache was damp from you, his hair a mess from where your fingers had an iron grip, and he had an undeniable tent in his pants. You bent down as far as your now weak legs would let you and Holland cranes up to meet you halfway, sighing into the kiss as your lips connected.

Holland pulled away to stand up, him now having to look down at you instead. Holland smiled that stupid smile at you before leaning down to capture your lips again when a harsh knock came from the front door along with Healy’s voice. Holland let out a high pitched yelp before you both quickly tried fixing both of your appearances and he yelled a strained ‘just a second!’ towards the door. Your clothes were back on in an instant and you attempted to help Holland fix his hair and disheveled clothes. You both went to the door and opened it quickly, greeting Healy as he stood waiting.

Holland March was many things: a functional alcoholic, a terrible Private Investigator, and an even worse secret-keeper; but he was so stupidly in love with you that none of that seemed to matter. One example of his devotion came in the form of keeping three very explicit Polaroids of you tucked into the back slot of his wallet, right behind his emergency twenty-dollar bill and his PI license.

It was a terrible idea, but you hadn't considered the half of it when you caught him sliding one of the photos in there after a particularly enthusiastic afternoon in his bedroom. It was hot that day, and Holly was away at summer camp. You were sticky, covered in a sheen of sweat, still lying wrapped in his white sheets; he'd pulled on some boxers and a white vest, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. “Holland,” you’d said, half-laughing, half-gasping, “are you sure those aren't gonna slip out? I don't need naked photos of me scattered around LA.” He'd grinned his crooked, boyish smile and shrugged, speaking through his cigarette. “Baby, I like having you close," he said, circling round to your side of the bed to kiss your cheek. "What if I'm on an extra long, extra boring stake-out and need some entertainment?" You'd laughed, smacked his arm, and pulled him back into bed.

Two weeks later, Holland and Healy were on their way back from an investigation that had mostly involved eating gas station snacks and arguing about whose turn it was to pay for coffee. Very little detective work was actually done, and they'd spent the majority of the time on the road in Holland's Buick. “I’m starving,” Healy grumbled, fishing around in his jacket for cash. “Pull into the drive-thru. I'll pay ya back.” Holland sighed, reaching into his back pocket, and tossed his wallet over to Healy without thinking. "Fine. Back compartment, there's a twenty in there." Healy obliged, flipping the wallet open to grab the crumpled twenty, when one of the photos slipped out and landed in the footwell; Healy huffed, bending over to pick it up. Curious, he turned the picture face up; Healy froze: it was a particularly compromising shot of you on your back, legs spread, wearing nothing but white socks and one of Holland’s shirts (unbuttoned).

The car remained silent except for the low hum of the engine and Holland's fingers rapping against the car door, holding the cigarette out the window, as he turned into the drive-thru queue. Healy hadn't moved an inch or spoken a word. "You find it yet?" Holland turned impatiently to Healy, confused by his silence. Suddenly, he spotted the polaroid in his lap. He stared for a moment, cigarette falling from between his fingers into the road. Then, Holland made a noise like a dying animal and lunged across the gear shit, trying to snatch the photo out of his hands. “Give me that! Don’t look at it! I am forbidding you from looking at it!” Healy held the photo up out of March's reach, squinting. “Is that…?” “Yes, it’s her—give it to me!” Holland practically climbed over Healy's legs to grab it. It was a good thing the car was already stationary. “You keep nudes of your girlfriend in your wallet? Next to your cash? That’s… bold, March. And stupid, too.”

Grasping desperately, Holland finally snatched the photo from between his fingers and recoiled from Healy's side of the car, shoving it into his jacket pocket defensively. His face was bright red as he returned to his seat. “It’s sentimental, dick! I like having her with me!” A silence settled between them as Healy smirked. Holland used this time to find another cigarette to calm his nerves, refusing to look at Healy. "...does she have to be naked for it to be sentimental?" Healy provoked. "She's not naked in all of them." Healy lost it: he started cackling, leaning forward to peer at March. “Wait, there’s more than one? Jesus, you carry them around like baseball cards?” “Shut up,” Holland muttered, defeated. “Just shut up.” Healy wheezed with laughter, slapping the dashboard. “You absolute degenerate. What if you tried to pay for something and handed a cashier one of these? ‘Here you go, keep the change and enjoy the view!’” He smacked his knees, practically rolling with laughter. Holland groaned and dropped his head onto the steering wheel for a second. "She's gonna kill me."

You were quieter than the others; never prying, never gossiping, never shrinking around her the way some did when she grew sharp or impatient. Eventually, somewhere over the passing months, you became the one she trusted most.

You prepared her chambers, pressed her dresses, fastened the intricate silver clasps and ribbons at the back of her gowns, brought her wine after particularly miserable council meetings and helped remove jewelry from her neck when she was too exhausted to do it herself. And somewhere between those long years and her father dying—something shifted.

It had happened gradually with a glance held too long, a touch lingering where it had never lingered before or the way silence between you no longer felt like the silence between princess and servant and neither of you had dared name it. Not yet, at least. Because naming it would make it real and you had no idea if you were even allowed to dream about it.

Something had changed for sure; you had served her for a bit more than two decades now, watching her grow into a woman but these past years, something had shifted between the both of you. You had traveled all the way to Dragonstone to stay with her as she became older, just to stay by her sides as she tried to take back what was rightfully hers.

You felt the tension between you both now more than ever, it was impossible not to and especially today.

The afternoon sun spilled through the open balcony doors of her chambers as you stood behind her, carefully fastening the final silver clasp of a deep crimson gown she had chosen for supper. The fabric hugged the curve of her waist elegantly, the dark red making her pale hair appear almost luminous where it tumbled over bare shoulders.

Your fingers brushed the nape of her neck, you paused. It was accidental, barely even a touch if you were honest. But immediately—you felt Rhaenyra inhale; it was sharp, noticeable, her back straightening. Your own breath caught at her reaction and you stared at the pale skin exposed beneath her hair.

You should pull away.

But instead of moving, you remained there; too close, far too close for someone of your status. In front of you, her reflection stared back through the polished mirror: she was watching you.

Your fingers remained frozen against her neck. Then softly, words left her mouth. “You have become terribly hesitant around me.” Her voice was lower than usual. You immediately pulled your hand away, feeling your fingers trembling. “My apologies, my Queen.”

Her eyes narrowed in the mirror. “There.” You frowned slightly in curiosity, not understanding what she meant. “My Queen?”

“That tone.” She turned slowly in her chair until she faced you completely, close enough that your knees nearly brushed hers. “That overly formal tone you use whenever you grow nervous. I know it by heart now.” You swallowed.

“I do not know what you mean.”

A smile pulled faintly at her mouth. “You are lying.” You looked away immediately, and she noticed. Of course she noticed, Rhaenyra always noticed things when it came to you, it was nothing new.

She leaned back lazily against the chair. “You know…” she murmured. “I remember when you first entered my service.” You glanced back at her. “You could barely look at me.” The words almost bring a smile out to your face but you stop it from happening. “I was terrified back then.” You only reply to her and that earned a quiet laugh from her.

“Yes, I recall.” Her gaze moved over your face, slowly, too slowly. “And now?” Your throat felt dry, you can feel your heart beating inside your chest; loud and fast. “Now what, my Queen?” She tilted her head, her violet eyes looking at you.

“Are you still terrified of me?”

Silence.

You could hear your own heartbeat, once again.

She was doing this intentionally; pushing, testing. And Gods help you—you wanted her to keep going. You cleared your throat, then. “I respect you.” The words left your mouth so easily because it was only the truth. “That is not what I asked.” The room had suddenly become too warm and you tried stepping backward but she noticed immediately.

Her hand shot forward and wrapped gently around your wrist just to still you. Every muscle in your body locked and your back straightened just to appear taller than you already were. Her fingers were warm, they were soft against your skin.

Rhaenyra’s eyes flickered downward toward where she held you before her violet orbs slowly lifted again.

“No.” Her voice was velvet. “You are not frightened of me anymore, right?”

You couldn’t answer because the truth sat heavily in your chest, in your brain, inside all of your thoughts. She was right about it; you weren’t scared of her anymore, you were scared of the fact that you wanted her. That you wanted to feel her love, her skin against yours, her breath mingling with your own.

She released you after several endless seconds and the absence of contact felt immediate: it was cold and you felt empty about it. Rhaenyra stood, the movement forced you back half a step but even then, she stood directly in front of you.

The scent of jasmine oil drifted from her skin, you could see every little thread of silver-white hair from her head, or the way her violet eyes looked at you. Her voice softened when she spoke up. “Tell me something.”

“Yes, my Queen?” Again, that smile when you used her title. You cursed yourself internally at the use of it; like it was inked into your brain and you couldn’t do much about it. She stepped around you toward the balcony.

“Why do you insist on calling me that when I’ve said before you could be informal with me?” You turned to face her, curiosity on your face like you didn’t understand the meaning of her words.  “Because you are the Queen, I must respect it. I believe it.”

She looked toward the sea in the distance. “But that is not why you say it.”

You stayed silent and she folded her arms, speaking up once more for you to hear. “Others call me Queen because they are required to.” She turned her head slightly, then. “You say it as though you are reminding yourself.”

Your pulse jumped, heart skipping a beat inside your chest. You had not realized she had noticed, but Rhaenyra noticed every single detail about every single thing. There was no way of escaping that, not as a servant.

Because every time you called her Queen—it was to remind yourself what she was. To you, she was untouchable, fire and way beyond you. She watched your silence carefully as you were thinking, then finally smiled faintly.

“You may go.” You blinked. “My Queen?”

She faced forward again, her hands grabbing the rocky balcony. All you could think about was how you’d kill to intertwine your fingers with hers; even if for just a second, just a moment with her. “I shall see you later.” Something in the way she said it made your stomach twist. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter, you told yourself. So you bowed your head quickly. “Yes, My Queen.”

You turned and left the chambers, but you could feel her watching you all the way to the door or how her violet eyes seemed to never leave your form.

Night settled heavily over the castle: the humid corridors of Dragonstone had quieted considerably now, servants retreating to lower quarters while guards changed shifts beneath torchlight.

You sat alone in the servant chambers attempting to focus on repairing a torn sleeve from one of the younger princes’ tunics. It was impossible; your mind kept replaying the afternoon.

How Rhaenyra’s hand around your wrist, her eyes and the way she had stood impossibly close. Her deliberate teasing, the knowing look she wore every time your composure slipped. You pressed a hand over your face. Gods. What was happening? And worse: why had she suddenly decided to act on whatever this tension was between you?

A knock sounded sharply against the wooden door, which made you look up. Another servant stood there, squirming on her feet before speaking quietly. “The Queen requests you.” Your heart stopped, the sun had settled down, your chores were over. There was no need for Rhaenyra to call you this late. “Now?” The servant nodded once, timid.

You stood immediately, your hands suddenly felt cold and trembling as you wondered what would happen now. Have you made a mistake? Were you impolite earlier?

“Thank you.” You voiced to the servant before leaving the room. The walk through the corridors felt endless; every footstep louder than the last. You reached her chambers and the guards outside said nothing. One opened the heavy door, you stepped inside, quietly, heart skipping a beat inside your chest.

The door closed right behind you, loud and competing with the pace of your heart. You froze; the room was dimly lit with candles burned low across the chamber walls. The balcony doors stood open, allowing cool night air to drift through white silk curtains.

And there, across the room, Rhaenyra sat at the edge of her bed, waiting. She was no longer wearing the crimson gown from earlier, nor the heavy jewelries of the day. Instead, a loose ivory sleeping shift hung from her frame, thin and sheer enough that the candlelight caught every movement beneath the fabric. Her silver hair spilled freely over bare shoulders.

She looked impossibly beautiful. Dangerously so.

Your throat tightened and you lowered your gaze immediately. “You called for me, my Queen?” A long silence took over the room, the only thing you could hear was the waves crashing over the rocks of Dragonstone.

Then, her voice, quiet and soft. “Come closer.” You obeyed without thinking about it twice; each step felt heavier than the next but you felt your body buzzing. You stopped several feet away from her position and she frowned slightly. “I said closer.” It was an order, you felt like, and obeyed it for a second time. 

You stepped forward again, now only a breath separated you. Rhaenyra tilted her head upward to look at you, her violet eyes seemed to analyze your everything. There was no teasing now, no, only something deep and unreadable burning behind violet eyes. She studied your face quietly, like she was searching for something in your expression.

“Tell me truthfully.” You forced yourself to meet her gaze when she spoke, curiosity on your face at that moment. “Yes?” Her voice lowered, you tilted your head to the side when hearing the next sentence. “Have you noticed it too?” You knew exactly what she meant, obviously.

But still, you whispered. “Noticed what?” One of her hands rose until slender fingers brushed against your wrist; at the exact same place she had touched you earlier. Her index paused at your pulse point, she could feel your heart skipping a beat and she hummed quietly, like it was exactly what she was searching for; a proof. 

“This.” The word barely left her lips and her fingers moved upward, finally. She traced the inside of your forearm, watching every reaction cross your face.

You stood utterly still, unable to move, unable to breathe properly. Your thoughts were in shambles and you wondered if this was allowed; if you were allowed to dream about this again. Her hand reached your elbow, then higher and the soft fabric of your tunic wrinkled beneath her fingertips.

Rhaenyra spoke again. “For weeks now…” Her voice had gone quieter, like it was a secret only you were allowed to hear. “…I have watched you look at me when you think I do not notice.” Your chest tightened painfully but she continued, not aware of it. “You linger when fastening my gowns.” Her fingers reached your shoulder. “You stare when brushing my hair.” Her thumb dragged lightly over your collarbone. “And every time I touch you…”

She leaned forward slightly now, so close her breath warmed your skin and you almost gasped at the feeling of it. “…you stop breathing.” You swallowed hard, saliva stuck down your throat like a ball of words not ready to be said yet.

“Queen Rhaenyra…” She smiled softly at the title leaving your mouth. “Look at me.” Her fingers reached your jaw now, tilting your face fully toward hers. Your body had stopped functioning entirely; every thought scattered, your muscles relaxed, your pupils blown out. Her thumb traced your lower lip and she watched the movement with quiet fascination.

She ended up whispering to you. “Tell me how you feel.” You forced words out somehow; even if they weren’t what you truly wanted to say. “I should not.”

“Why?” Rhaenyra asked, her eyebrows furrowing at the words leaving your mouth like she couldn’t understand them. Like that wasn’t what she was waiting for. “You know why.” You only voiced back to you. A dangerous spark flashed in her eyes then; she refused that. “Say it.” Your chest rose sharply at the tone of her words, even though you weren’t scared of her.

“You are my Queen.”

“No.”

She leaned closer. “I’m so much more than that and you know it.” Her voice was quiet, but firm.  You stared at her; unable to think for what felt like hours. She stood from the bed then and the sudden movement forced you instinctively to the side until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. And even then, she kept advancing, closing the distance again until your body nearly touched hers.

Rhaenyra stared up at you and neither of you breathing normally now.

Outside, somewhere in the distance, a dragon cried across the dark skies over Dragonstone. A cry that you recognized to be Syrax.

Inside the chamber—silence. It was heavy and charged with tension that you had never felt before, a tension that you had dreamed of for weeks now, if not months and years. Her fingers slipped slowly beneath your chin, holding you there. Her voice was quiet and soft when she spoke again, breathing against your face. “I grow tired…” Her lips hovered dangerously close now. “…of being the only one brave enough to do something about this.”

Your entire body went still; there was nowhere to look except her mouth and she noticed; a slow smile touched her lips.

Rhaenyra leaned closer, not kissing you yet but leaving only inches between you like she was giving you the choice to do something about it. Her voice became barely more than a whisper after a second of silence. “Tell me to stop.” Your lips parted but no words came because you couldn’t deny that you wanted it as much as she did.

Her thumb stroked your jaw once, eyes locked onto yours and the silence stretched without a single word leaving your mouth. You couldn’t deny it anymore. “That is what I thought.” The whisper hit your ear and with one final slow step forward, your legs gave way against the edge of the bed behind you.

Rhaenyra followed immediately with one hand braced beside your shoulder against the mattress, the other still cradling your face. Silver hair fell around both of you like moonlight and her gaze dropped to your lips again before they returned to your eyes. Her own breathing now uneven and just before the space between you disappeared entirely, she whispered against your mouth. “Tonight…”

Her fingers tightened slightly at your jaw. “I would very much like you to stop calling me Queen. Use my name.”

She didn’t wait for a reply from you before her lips found yours in a heated kiss; a kiss that transcended how much she had waited for it. Her hand tilted your jaw up as she pressed her mouth harder against your own. Both of your hands lifted up, hovering over her waist and the thin fabric of her nightgown like you weren’t totally sure if you had the right to touch her. Rhaenyra pulled away just to look at you. “Don’t think too much about it. Just focus on me.” 

The words broke you out of your thoughts and just before you realized, you had rolled her over onto the mattress, now being the one on top. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes were wide for a tiny second before she relaxed and smiled at you; still guarded, but open.

“Is this alright?” You still asked, making sure you weren’t pushing it too far. She only nodded at you before both her hands cupped your jaw, bringing you back into a kiss. A whine escaped you, muffled by her lips as you kissed; you could feel the warmth of her skin, her breath against your face, her body under yours.

One of your hands moved to her thigh, lifting the sheet fabric of her nightgown upward to her stomach; Rhaenyra gasped against your mouth at the feeling of your cold fingertips on her skin. “You can touch me. I want you to.” The words left her mouth and you nodded, bringing her back into a kiss. A multitude of thoughts appeared in your mind, all those disappearing when the woman beneath you rolled her hips up.

Her hands curled around your neck, fingers through your hair as she pulled you closer. 

Your fingertips sneaked toward her core as she opened her legs for you; it was warm, already wet as you pushed two fingers between her folds. The kiss was broken just so Rhaenyra could moan, her eyebrows furrowing at the feeling of your digits teasing her pussy. You smeared wetness around, making sure to slick her clit before your digits lowered to her hole.

“Gods, please, do not tease me.” She spoke, her violet eyes focusing on your face as you rubbed the entrance of her pussy; the muscles there clenching at the touch. You ended up licking your lips, looking down at her cunt and back up at her face. “I’m not—Alright, let me…” You focused, your mouth falling open like you were the one receiving the touch. The tip of your fingers pushed against her hole, her thighs trembling and you forced your fingers inside her.

Rhaenyra gasped, her back arching from the bed and toward you as you sighed. Her walls were warm and tight around your fingers; pulsating and clenching just to accommodate for you. You waited until you had permission to move. “Go, move—” The silver-haired woman spoke from under you, her forehead already glistening with sweat; the air around the chamber was humid and filled with tension. 

Your eyebrows furrowed once more as you moved your fingers inside her, curling them to press against her inner-wall. Everything was so wet and warm, making it easier to pump your digits in and out, creating quiet squelching noises. Your orbs moved upward to focus on Rhaenyra’s face, her fingers ended up tugging at your hair which made you hiss and curl your fingers more. 

“Your touch… is all I’ve wanted for weeks now. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” The words left her mouth is a quiet and soft tone, like she couldn’t believe to be this open with you. Like she was scared you could reject her and what she also felt for you. Your heart skipped a beat inside your chest, sweat forming at your back.

“Rh—Rhaenyra…” You stuttered the name, testing it on your tongue as it was your first time using it.

Her walls clenched around your fingers then, making you pump faster inside her. “Gods!” She gasped, eyes wide as the heel of your palm slapped against her sensitive clit, rubbing it while you searched for that one spot. The hand that was keeping you up fell from the mattress, just for your elbow to take its place. “Please, let me touch you more. Please, Rhaenyra.” You begged her.

The tugging on your hair softened before both her hands moved to cup your jaw once more, bringing you into a new kiss as you kept fingering her pussy. It felt like permission to you, and so, even with difficulties, your free hand moved to unknot the ribbon of her nightgown. The fabric slowly revealed her bare breasts, her perky nipples and her pale skin. When you both separated from the kiss, you didn’t lose any seconds before wrapping your mouth around one of her buds.

Rhaenyra moaned at the feeling, back arching up.

The fingers you had inside her sloppy pussy slowed, making her squirm beneath you. One of her hands moved to tug back on your hair, actually pushing your head closer to her chest at the same time. You moaned around her nipple at that; sucking and lapping at the bud, rolling your tongue around before gently nipping at it. You felt how her walls clenched around your digits and how squirmy she was being. 

“Gods, you know how to touch me so well—please, do not stop.” She moaned out, her thighs shaking around your hand. You pulled away from her chest, letting go of her nipple in a loud pop! noise.

Your fingers were making a mess of her pussy as more wetness leaked out of her sloppy hole, slicking her clit and making her inner-thighs glisten. Rhaenyra’s hands moved to tug at the bedsheets, her knuckles white from the strength she had, all due to the pleasure she felt. 

“You’re clenching around my fingers, Rhaenyra, Gods!” You couldn’t stop yourself from saying, your eyes lowering to where your fingers disappeared; loud squelching noises now echoing in the room.

Her head rolled to the side, hiding in the sheets as you fastened your pace. Your palm slapped against her clit, your fingertips rubbing at the spot right after her entrance. Rhaenyra’s hips rolled toward your hand as the pleasure kept coursing through her body.

Diving your head back toward your chest, you decided to press kisses along her sternum, under her tits and toward her bellybutton. She gasped at the sensation, moans leaving her mouth that vibrated against the rocky walls and hit your ears. It was beautiful, melodic, and powerful. “You sound so good, Rhaenyra… You’re doing so good for me.” The words left your mouth, whispered to her which made her violet eyes focus on your face.

“You have to make me come, now. I need to come on your fingers.” Is all she replied, making you take a deep breath. Your mouth traveled back to her tits and there, you decided to wrap your lips around her second nipple; sucking on it as she moaned. Your tongue pressed against the bud, rolling around it before you sucked harder. “Yes, oh Gods!” Her back arched up from the bed, pushing her breast harder against your mouth.

Her sloppy pussy clenched around your digits as they hit her g-spot; rubbing at the velvety walls vigorously. Her thighs shook, her hips jerked up as the pleasure coursed through her body. “I’m going to come! Don’t stop now!” You heard as you nibbled onto her nipple, suckling, letting saliva leak from the corner of your mouth and onto her breast. 

At her words, you even fastened your digits, pumping inside her pussy. The muscles of your arm were burning now, begging to be relaxed but you didn’t listen to them; you couldn’t listen to them until Rhaenyra had come. 

Both her hands moved once more, fingers grabbing at the fabric of your tunic to pull you closer to her warm body. It is with your palm hitting her clit hard with skin slapping skin noises that she finally came; crying out your name and shaking against the bed. Her muscles contracted and she squirmed.

“Gods! Yes, please! I’m coming! Fuck!” Her voice was loud in the chamber but neither of you seemed to care much about it, too focused on the moment.

The view of her with her glistening forehead and disheveled hair made something snap inside you—your fingers kept pumping inside her; even faster which made her gasp as her orgasm prolonged. Her head rolled onto the mattress as you lowered yourself with a newfound energy; just to press your mouth to her sloppy cunt. Rhaenyra’s eyes widened at the feeling of your tongue lapping at her clit and she pulled herself up on her elbows just to look at you, her legs shaking around your head.

Your free hand moved to spread her thighs open just to have a clear view of her pussy; glistening, slick and sloppy. “What are you doing?” She simply asked, her muscles still trembling but you only lifted your gaze up to look at her as you ate her out, shaking your head against her pussy as you flicked her clit with the tip of your tongue. She moaned, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and hips rolling upward. 

Your mouth pulled away just so you could split a glob of saliva onto her sensitive clit, watching it drip between her wet folds and mix with her juices until it stopped at her hole, where your fingers were still buried. Your fingers pulled out just for a second, pushing your saliva inside her cunt before slamming back inside.

Your digits picked up the pace then, never faltering as Rhaenyra moaned. “Please—Gods, I can’t! Feels too good!” She cried out as your fingertips found her g-spot directly. 

Head diving back to her cunt, you wrapped your mouth around her clit and sucked onto it, feeling her clit pulsate on your tongue. Tears formed at the corner of Rhaenyra’s eyes due to the pleasure, her mouth falling wide open as she spoke. “No! I’m going to come again… Gods, t-too much!” Her hips rolled toward your face and you sucked harder on her clit all while your fingers pumped inside her sloppy pussy. Her wetness was making everything more slick; her skin glistening with your saliva and juices.

Your tongue pressed against her sensitive nub before you pulled away in a loud pop! noise, now teasing her clit with flickers of your tongue. Once more, her gummy walls clenched around your digits and she squirmed. “Gods, no! Coming! I’m coming!” She cried out as you lapped at her cunt, tasting her juices on your buds. You licked flat strips between her folds before going back to her clit, sucking on it harder than before.

Rhaenyra wasn’t lying; she came again, but stronger this time. “Fuck! Fuck, please!” The cursing was loud, echoing against the walls as you kept going; your fingertips rubbing at her g-spot, your tongue flickering her clit.

“Please, Rhaenyra, keep coming for me.” You spoke against her cunt as she squirmed, elbows giving up and back arching. You lapped at her pussy, gathering her wetness on the tip of your tongue before sucking back on her clit.

She didn’t have time to warn you before her pussy clenched and her juices flowed out; hitting your face but more precisely, your mouth. You gasped in surprise, your jaw slacking immediately as you opened your lips to taste her. Your fingers kept pumping inside her, your free hand moving to rub at her clit with three fingers so she’d kept coming. Rhaenyra cried, body convulsing with the pleasure she felt, her thighs trying to close but you wouldn’t let her. 

She squirted more as you overstimulated her clit and g-spot and it’s only once all the juices flowed out of her that you gently pulled your digits out. 

The room was silent of words; only loud with whining and loud breathing. The bed creaked under your weight as you moved to sit on your knees, cleaning your face and fingers onto the fabric of your tunic. Rhaenyra was silent but watched you, face glistening with sweat. A few minutes passed as you also tried to breath again, asking yourself if all of this was a dream.

“Come here—” She spoke to you, waving you closer. You listened, crawling next to her body before falling down to imitate her position. Her body immediately melted into yours and one of your hands moved to grab her own.

“You were amazing.” She spoke, violet eyes looking at your face. “You made me feel amazing.” She added and you sighed at the words. “This is all I ever wished for, Rhaenyra.” You voiced back.

Her free hand lifted to your face, caressing the soft skin there. “Stay with me until the morning?” Her words were quiet but you felt all the feelings inside them; how she kept you close to her heart. “Am I truly allowed?” You whispered and she nodded, eyes searching for yours through the semi-darkness. “You are allowed, yes.” 

“Then, I would love to stay with you, Rhaenyra.” A smile decorated her face for a while before she leaned her face closer to yours, pressed a kiss to your lips that lingered. When she pulled away, her hands gently undid the knot of your tunic, freeing your skin from the warmth of it.

“Let me show you how good I can also make you feel?”

But maybe it had been inevitable, written into the stars that now surrounded you and stretched endlessly across the dark abyss of space. Even if, what else was a girl supposed to do when she was trapped in space with the only male human being she was going to be in contact with for the rest of her life?

That Grace was a smart guy with a pretty face and an awkwardness, which was more adorable than anything else, only added to it. You really had been doomed from the start.

But you kept your feelings buried deep.

You didn't want them to get in the way of your mission, though they already were all over the place every time it dawned on you that you would never return back home, that your time here was limited and you'd probably starve side by side in a few years to come. And you knew you couldn't do anything about it, no matter how much you wished it would be different. That you and Grace could make a difference.

Despite being together, being at the edge of your known universe still made you feel lonely, lost and small. There was nothing for miles in every direction, just the endlessness of the stars and the black void you stared into when you couldn't sleep, which was often the case.

Until one day, that darkness littered with small glowing dots was disruppted by a large, copper-golden construction that resembled a spaceship, one which was much much bigger than yours.

And just like that, another name was added to the list of living beings on the hail mary. Rocky.

You quickly grew attached to the rock-like alien and how easily impressed he was when you and Grace explained humanly customs to him, and just how fast he learned from new things, too.

"What you doing with body, question?"

You jumped at the sudden voice behind you, turning to see Rocky in his little xenonite ball, looking at you expectingly despite having no facial features at all. You quickly turned down the music, heat creeping up your neck in embarrassement. It was almost a routine for you, listening and swaying to your favourite songs from earth to calm you before sleep. Grace knew about this, but Rocky had never witnessed it before, especially since you and Grace had slept huddled together in the lab so Rocky could watch both of you for the past few days. There just hadn't been time to listen to a lot of music.

Right now, it just felt like you needed a moment alone, some space to breathe and to sort your thoughts, trying to not think about all the things that could go wrong with Grace wanting to collect the so-called 'astrophage predator' on planet Adrian...

"Uh...that's called dancing" you answered, to which Rocky perked up, vibrating up and down "Oh, oh, oh! Saw Grace do that before, yes, yes!" he chirped happily.

You smiled at him and nodded. "You and Grace dance together! Rocky choose music!" he decided and stumbled past you in a hurry, rolling right into a box full CDs, squishing the carton, the plastic cases collapsing across the floor. "No! Rocky, stop!" you shrieked, kneeling between the CDs and Rockys ball to clean up the mess of scattered discs "Humans don't just...dance with each other. Not in a platonic way at least" you muttered, pushing Rocky off of the box so you could re-stack the CDs into it.

"What word mean, question?"

You looked up at him to find him already watching you "what...platonic? Uhm, well, that means people are just friends, you know?" you tried to explain to him, and he seemed to ponder over your words for a moment and fiddled with his three claws on each hand.

Grace then rounded the corner "If you guys don't like my company, you could have just said-"

"So...Grace not your mate, question?"

You gasped softly as Grace stopped in the doorway, the joking smile on his face falling straight off as he heard Rockys question.

The erdidian seemingly looked back and forth between you and Grace, impatiently awaiting an answer from one of you. But you just stared back at Ryland and he mimicked your expression. He didn't open his mouth to speak, as if to give you all the freedom to put a label on your relationship, whatever this was, whatever you saw in it.

Grace had a hard time masking the agonizing hope in his expression, how his heart fluttered in his chest at the thought of you telling Rocky that you'd like to be Rylands mate some day, if he wanted you. And god yes, he did.

You turned back to Rocky, your gaze held low as you began to shake your head. Grace exhaled the breath he didn't realise he was holding, deflating into silent disappointment. "No, Rocky. Grace and I aren't mates. We're...just friends. Colleagues" you said, trying to smile and to sound earnest, as if saying this out loud wasn't hurting you in the slightest. Rylands silence just felt like a confirmation of your fear of him not returning your feelings.

Rocky didn't seem to like what he was hearing. He didn't understand the concept of lies, or that lying was even something you could do, but even he felt like something was up "But...you and Grace always together" Rocky chirped sadly, interlocking his hands to show just how close and inseparable you and the blonde molecular scientist were.

You remembered the way Ryland and you slept on the floor together shortly after you woke up from your comas, not being able to sleep without the other one near.

This rhythm faltered when Grace began to stay up later than you, sometimes not sleeping days at a time while you tossed and turned in your room until you learned to fall asleep without his presence. But that didn't stop you two from spending time in the projector room, watching the sunset as he fell asleep against your shoulder from staying up too long, and you forcefully feeding him ramen when he forgot to eat, laughing and giggling with him when as pretended to bite your fingers...

And yet you told yourself he couldn't possibly want you. You were sure that any affection he showed you was merely a byproduct of the forced proximity on the hail mary, a desperate need for human touch so he wouldn't completely go insane. All of this was merely a means to an end. You needed each other, but that didn't mean he was obligated to date you or would automatically fall in love with you just because you were the only human in the radius of twelve lightyears all around.

Though, you would follow him into the heart of a black hole without thinking twice if it meant he would look at you like you were everything. But admitting that would probably only scare him away even more.

"Yeah, but it's not exactly like we have anywhere else to go, really" you snorted, downplaying the longing in your chest with a sad smile "We enjoy each others company. And I'm glad we do, otherwise being stuck with him for all eternity would kinda suck. Right, Grace?" you forced a giggle as you looked over at him, snapping him out of staring at the floor with a blank expression.

"Yes, right. She's right, Rock" Grace muttered clipped, stepping closer to tap Rockys ball "Come on, give the lady some privacy, we gotta keep working anyway" he said and ushered rocky out of the room. The eridian called your name "Be still, be still! Rocky come back to watch sleep!" he promised before he rolled out into the hallway, the rhythmic clank clank clank from the flat sides of the ball hitting the floor soon fading away, and so did the scent of Rylands cologne, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You could have never predicted what would happen in the following days.

It all happened so fast. The first second you thought you were out of danger, and the next the ship started to uncontrollably spin, the centrifugal force quickly growing too strong.

Grace was smashed against the control panels, a large metal pipe had been ripped off the walls and now crushed your leg against the wall you were pressed into by the centrifugal force, while Rocky could barely move in his xenonite tunnels. You cried for Grace to wake up, hot tears streaming down your face as the metal cut into your skin. You reached out your arm to re-activate the gravity settings, but you were too weak to do so, your head feeling like it was about to explode, levers and buttons digging painfully into your back.

You could only hear Rockys distressed screetching, and the breaking of xenonite. The screams turned even louder, sizzling in the air. "Rocky, no!" you panicked, but your voice died out as you finally lost conciousness after fighting it so desperately.

When Grace woke up, thank god, he stumbled after the dark burn marks on the floor, following the trickles of blood throughout them.

His heart beat faster with every step and dropped to his stomach when he saw you collapsed against Rockys xenonite tunnel, where the eridian laid completely motionless and pale. Your leg was bruised purple around the ankle, while blood dried on your feet and toes.

Your head perked up as you heard him approach, your eyes now filled with tears of relief to see him alive. You reached for him when you stumbled, completely forgetting that your leg was most likely broken.

Grace was instantly by your side to catch you in his arms, wrapping you up tightly in them. You sobbed against his shoulders, your hands clawing at the medical gown he wore "Rocky, he's-" you hiccuped, but you couldn't bring yourself to continue speaking. His own eyes filled with tears as he saw Rocky start to move weakly, falling together even further. He chittered softly, tiredly, as if wanting to make sure Grace was alive and safe.

You turned your face away from Rylands neck as you heard it, watching Rocky move closer to the xenonite glass wall "We'll watch you sleep, pal" Grace sniffed above you "But, uh...you gotta wake up" he muttered before his voice got too thick to speak, turning his head away to stop himself from crying.

You on the other hand couldn't hold in your sobs, the sounds making it hard for Grace to keep it together. He felt a tear rolling down his cheek and quickly went to wipe it away. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on anything else but this. He had to be strong for you, at least that's what he told himself. "Come on...we gotta patch up your leg" he swallowed around the lump in his throat, turning you in his arms to slip his under your legs.

You started to struggle in his grip so he couldn't lift you up "Grace- Grace! Let me down!" you protested. "What- why, am I hurting you?" he panicked and quickly set you back down, analysing your leg "No, but you'll hurt yourself! I can handle it on my own..." you muttered, masking your shame as you scooted back over to Rocky until your back hit the xenonite tunnel.

The blonde scientist tilted his head at you "I'll believe you if you can walk back to the med bay all by yourself" and he said it like he knew you couldn't, and that you knew that as well.

You huffed out, your gaze trailing over to where Rocky slept, hopefully. "But...I can't leave Rocky alone" you croaked, your eyes wide and shining brightly with tears when you looked back at Grace. Your expression almost ripped his heart in two. He nodded softly "Right...yes, stay with him. I'll get everything we need"

You could have thanked the stars when Rocky woke up and Grace found a way to breed the taumoeba so they could be used to save your sun.

It was almost too good to be true. Erid and Earth were rescued and you could even return home to see it with your own eyes. But when the taumoeba began to escape their xenonite prison to feed on your astrophage fuel, and you had to choose between flying back home or to save Rocky, the decision was easier than you thought.

And just like that, you found yourself in a house in the biodome the eridians had built for you. Rocky had asked if you wanted to have a house for yourself, but after living with Grace on the hail mary for such a long time, the silence and privacy would almost feel foreign to you. And while the eridians were determinded to make it feel like you were just on a foggy beach vacation on earth, your feelings wouldn't settle.

While the biodome seemed endless, you felt caged in your own head. You shared every meal with Grace, you went on walks along the beach and even slept in the same bed. You were so close, yet so far away. You yearned to just reach out your hand and pull him close, especially when you saw how cute Rocky and Adrian were together.

Right, you had met Adrian, Rockys mate he spoke so fondly of. He was a bit taller than Grace, a towering blue rock with no face and a wedding band on his arm that matched Rockys copper brown colour and texture.

You instantly befriended the giant. He was part of designing the biodome for you and frequently visited to make sure everything was to your liking and would listen to ideas on improvements without complains.

One afternoon, as the light of the simulated sun filtered through the dome, you found yourself staring at the way Adrian leaned into Rocky whenever the smaller eridian arrived. It was so seamless, the way they loved each other, that's probably what happens when you've been together for over 180 years. You wouldn't even get a small procentage of that time with Grace, even if you had asked him weeks ago.

You shouldn’t waste any more time pondering about what his reaction would be if you told him. You had to do this for your own peace, even if it turned the air awkward between you- Rockys offer with building your own house wasn't off the table completely. But how to approach this?

Rocky and Grace were out of earshot as they chased a frisbee across the beach, tackling each other to get to the brightly coloured plastic disc first.

You could tell that Adrian watched them, even though they were already too far away to see clearly.

"Adrian" you suddenly said and Adrian turned in his near skin tight xenonite suit and looking down at your sitting form, despite not having any eyes or other facial features at all. He hummed in a low tone that you felt in your bones, a sign for you to continue. "You and Rocky...how did you, uhm...who asked the other out first?"

If Adrian had brows, they would furrow in confusion "What Adrian ask out of, question?"

You giggled at that, shaking your head, your nerves easing just a tiny bit "No, I mean, uh, did Rocky ask you to be his mate all these years ago?" you asked again, hoping Adrian would understand your wording better this time. "No, Adrian ask." he stated bluntly.

You nodded, staring out at the waves "And...how did you do that? Did you just...go up to Rocky one day and said 'Hey, I like you a lot, wanna be my mate?' and it worked out ever since?" you huffed out, frustrated that the love life of others always seemed way easier than your own. Adrian seemingly giggled at your childish pout, chirping next to you.

"Adrian sing song for Rocky" he simply stated, though he fiddled with his claws as if the memory still made him nervous, in a good way. "Rocky and Adrian sing beautiful song" he continued, stretching out the word beautiful as he held up his hands. "Rocky and Adrian found matching frequency, so we know we found right mate. Only two erdidians share same frequency"

You hummed at his explaination "So, you and Rocky are some kind of soulmates?"

Adrian chittered "Human mates called soulmates, question?"

A blush crossed your cheeks "Yeah, well, some humans believe in soulmates, others don't. Soulmates are supposed to instantly click when they see each other. You know, love at first sight and whatnot" you mumbled, kicking a rock in the sand with your feet before you sat up straighter, absentmindedly drawing shapes into the sand "I don't think soulmates are real, but I guess it's nice to pretend"

Adrian hummed displeased "Human soulmates real" he stated firmly, tapping his claw against the sand. You laughed dryly "Yeah? What makes you so sure?" you retorted back, not expecting an actual answer.

"Adrian see you and Grace. Big, big, big connection!" the large eridian celebrated and if he could actually see colour, he would have watched your face flush a deep pink in embarrassement "Shh! Don't be so loud, he's gonna hear you" you shushed, looking past Adrian to watch Grace fall face first into the sand as he tried to catch the frisbee Rocky had thrown, but it was just too high. A tiny smile formed on your lips at the scene.

"Why Grace not allowed to hear declaration of love, question?" Adrian asked you even louder, to which you had the urge to tackle the huge rock to the ground and shut his mouth, one he didn't have, but you just let out a loud sigh instead, your head held in your hands "Because he doesn't know that I like him! And I don't even know if I want him to know..." you mumbled, wiping away tears before they came.

Adrian visibly shrunk together in pity next to you, his feet scrunching in the sand as he tapped them unsurely. "Why not tell?"

You practically threw your hands in the air "Because he probably doesn't even like me back!"

The blue eridian next to you cooed at your outburst "Why Grace not like only other human on erid, question?"

You point a finger to Adrian "That's exactly the point! Just because I am the only other human on this planet doesn't automatically make him like me that way...and I don't want him to feel like...like he owes me something or that...that we have to be a thing" you sighed deeply, your fingers digging into the cardigan you wore, one Ryland had given you when he noticed there wasn't a jacket in your duffel bag back on the ship.

Adrian could feel you weren't done talking, so he kept quiet, giving you enough space to collect your words carefully. After a beat of silence, you took a short breath "Besides, uhm...I know you guys aren't familiar with this whole earth beauty standard thing, but I'm not...I'm not pretty." You said and gestured down at yourself with a huff "I'm not...not something a guy like him would go for. He looks so perfect, and I look..." you couldn't even finish talking, your throat suddenly feeling too tight to get more words out.

"...smart"

You turned to Adrian with a confused expression "What?"

"Appearance not important to eridians. Adrian see through sound, and I hear smart human" he told you in earnest, making you stop in your tracks "Adrian hear very kind, brave human with big heart"

From Adrians perspective, your chest region was the thing he saw most clearly when looking at you, white soundwaves contrasting around the grey environment around it, a steady beat keeping the imagine of you crisp "Loud, loud, loud heart, lots of love inside"

His description instantly brought tears to your eyes, but he wasn't done "Grace big, big, big, dumb idiot if not hear. Stupid, stupid stupid" he repeated over and over, stomping his feet to the ground to make his feelings known.

You laughed wetly, brushing a hand over your cheeks to wipe away the tears that fell. You went in to awkwardly wrap your arms around the much larger rock, giving him a stiff but thankful hug "Thank you, Adrian" you muttered against his xenonite suit, feeling one heavy arm settle around you.

"Where's my hug at?" suddenly sounded Rylands voice next to you in a joking, deeper tone, holding his arms out, looking so inviting in that fox cardigan that it was hard not to let yourself sink into his embrace.

Just when you were about to stand up with a playful roll of your eyes, Grace was nearly swept off his feet by a very fast Rocky barreling between his legs.

You exploded in a fit of giggles, Adrian chirping next to you and mimicking the sounds. Even though Grace was sure he looked like a mess, he'd gladly look the most stupid if it meant you would laugh so prettily because of him.

Once he was steady on his feet again, he quickly grasped your laughing form and hauled you up against him, grinning with you.

Rocky and Adrian watched you like two proud parents. They knew it was just a matter of time until you and Grace became mates, and Rocky already planned what kind of wedding band he could make you. He was well aware that humans were very inefficient when it came to mating, and that you only got married after years and years of tip-toeing around. He just chose to ignore it.

You on the other hand couldn't ignore the growing ache behind your ribs anymore. Adrian had given you a lot to think, and so had Rocky ever since he joined you on the hail mary.

You needed to get this off your chest, one way or another, even if it meant rejection. Your friendship was stronger than this and would survive, even if he didn't return your feelings. At least you hoped...

You stood in the kitchen, watching him cook some hearty pasta, nothing too fancy, with crossed arms and staring at a fixated point in the wall. Confidence was running thin, and you were already thinking about not doing this today, or ever, just to not ruin the good mood of this evening. But Grace beat you to it when he turned his head to you, his glasses hanging awkwardly from his chin since they became useless from the steam fogging them up.

"You're looking at me like a grew two heads" he grinned, snapping you out of your pity party near the kitchen counter. You stared even more befuddled then, making Grace furrow his brows. "...I haven't grown another head, have I?" he asked a bit panicked then, raising his hands to squish his face and neck to check if he was growing a lump with a tiny face on it. Who knew what all the eridian atmosphere did with the human body over time!

You giggled at that, your nerves easing out of your shoulders as you approached, grasping his wrist to remove his hand from his face so you could replace it with your own instead.

His breath hitched as your warm palm made contact with his stubbled cheek. "Don't worry, I only see one handsome face" you muttered, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. In that moment, Grace cursed himself for not wearing his glasses. He wanted to see you clearly so badly right now.

As if you read his thoughts, your other hand went up to catch his glasses from his chin, lifting it to bring it to his eyes.

While you slowly slid them onto his ears, you leaned closer, slotting your lips against his when his glasses sat perched on top of his nose. Rylands eyes fluttered shut immediately, a sound leaving his lips that reminded you of a thirsty many who found water after years of drought.

Oh, how long he had waited for you to do this so he was finally able to sink into your soft warmth.

Your hands left his glasses and slipped behind his head, one hand sliding beneath the collar of his shirt, the other crawling up into his unruly dirty blonde hair, softly pulling at the strands. Your touch sent a violent shiver down his spine, forming a whimper in the back of his throat that instantly settled to pool low in your belly.

Just when he was about to open his mouth further to let your tongue slip inside did you pull away, as if you had burned yourself.

Rylands eyes slowly blinked open, unfocused and dazed through his glasses that now sat on his face crookedly, the crimson colour of his cheeks matching the one of his plush kissed lips.

His lips were still slightly pursed and his mouth agape, as if his brain wasn't really registering yet that the kiss, unfortunately, had ended way too soon. "I'm sorry" you muttered to him, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach. "...what?" Grace mumbled breathlessly, his eyes squinting through his glasses at you.

"That was...shit, I didn't even ask if I could kiss you, I-" you groaned frustrated, brushing a hand through your hair as you avoided his gaze like the plague. "I...uhm, this was not how I planned this to go..." you muttered under your breath. Grace was still all the way up in the clouds, his jaw too slack to stop your rambling "I actually wanted to tell you that I...that I- fuck, why is this so hard?" you whined helplessly into your hands.

"I like you!" you blurted out then, your heartbeat pounding in your ear "I really, really like you and I've felt like this for quite a while. I just never wanted to make things awkward between us and there were more important things we had to deal with than my stupid, stupid crush on you." you played with your fingers nervously, your cheeks burning up from nerves and embarrassement "I just...I know you don't feel the same a-and that's okay! I get it!" if you had looked up in that moment instead of somewhere behind Rylands shoulder, you would have seen his eyebrows shoot up at your claim. Him? Not feeling the same? That was like saying earth was flat- a painfully wrong statement.

"And I totally prepared for rejection-" you didn't "because yes, this is stupid, and I don't know why I even let myself feel this way! All I want you to know is that I'm sorry, but I just had to get this off my chest somehow and-" finally, your ranting was cut off by Rylands lips on your own, sweet as could be, as if he tried to show you that him cutting you off wasn't anything personal. He didn't want to make you mad.

He could never make you mad.

Now it was your turn to look dazed "The only thing you gotta be sorry for is that you didn't kiss me sooner" he purred, his voice turned gravelly, almost flirty. That line made you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck "Okay Dr. Charisma" you teased, already leaning close for another kiss "That was real smooth, huh?" he grinned, trying not to sound too proud and hopeful, though he was very pleased he came up with it so quickly. "Oh yeah" you grinned, sealing your lips in another kiss. You felt him cheer behind you with his fist in the air then clutched tightly, as if this was he biggest triumph he accomplished, even bigger than saving his homeplanet and erid.

You broke apart again and Grace followed your lips eagerly, though you covered his mouth with your palm, smiling up at him despite the doubt creeping into your chest "And you...y-you really want...this?" you muttered, vaguely gesturing down to your body.

Grace took his time you admire you then, not that he hadn't done that before, from afar, but he'd never get tired of seeing you up close like this. A tiny smile tugged at his lips. Then suddenly, he bent down and wrapped his arms around your thick thighs and hauled you up against him.

You shrieked in surpise, holding onto him by wrapping your arms around his neck, squeezing his face right into your breasts. Oh, he could get used to that...

"See? At least zero gravity didn't mess with my muscles" he grinned, wriggling his brows up at you. You were too taken aback by the fact that Grace could just lift you up like this, so all you did was bark out a disbelieving laugh, giggling as he brought you up the stairs to your bedroom, which you had shared since coming here.

"Where is all that cockiness coming from?" you asked as he threw you onto the bed. He cocked a brow in that specific way that always made you laugh, his lips pursed "Oh I can show you where all that cockiness is coming from" he rasped, heavy on the cock, and you stared at each other before you both burst out laughing, Grace falling face forward into your chest in a fits of giggles "You're so stupid" you chuckled, holding his face in your hands.

"Yeah, stupidly in love with you" he teased with another grin and you rolled your eyes with a loud groan "No that's it, I'm leaving" you said, though you couldn't hide the smile that stretched across your face as you tried to roll off the bed, but Rylands strong arms wrapped around your soft stomach and pulled you back under him.

Your little giggles only stopped when he leaned down to kiss you, his tongue parting your lips to lick into your mouth, the wet suction of lips echoing between you.

Your head was emptied immediately, and you were only able to moan as he claimed your mouth, your hands inching up his firm biceps. When he pulled back to breath, you panted softly, your pupil completely swallowing the colour of your iris "Okay...maybe I'll stay" you whispered breathlessly, staring up at Grace.

"Let me keep convincing you" he muttered, dipping low to push the strap of your tank top down your shoulder, his lips trailing down your neck, kissing the pulse point that fluttered wildly beneath your skin. His fingers found the hem of your shirt, and he paused, looking up at you with an expression that screamed with the pure need he felt for you.

"Can I?"

You just nodded, not trusting your voice right now, your throat tight with anticipation.He pulled the shirt up and over your head, carelessly throwing it behind himself, revealing the soft, full curves of your breasts and the gentle swell of your belly. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he just stared, his eyes tracing every inch of you like he had waited his whole life to see you like this, scrambling to push up his glasses to make sure he saw you properly.

You felt a wave of warmth spread through your chest, chasing away any lingering selfconsciousness in your body. How could you feel bad about yourself when you had Grace looking at you like that?

He leaned down, pressing open mouth kisses across your collarbone and slid down the valley between your breasts with his tongue, his hands gripping your hips with a tenderness that made your eyes sting. But you couldn't bear to be the only one exposed like this, so you sat up to find the hem of his goofy sience shirt, tugging it upward. He leaned back on his haunches just long enough to help you pull it off, revealing his lean, but toned frame. It shouldn’t have surpised you as much as it did, considering how big his biceps were, but you weren't about to complain one bit.

You reached up, tracing the line of his collarbone, the dip of his sternum and how his abs raised under your fingertips. He shivered under your touch. But only when your hand started to wander over his v-line to follow the prominent vein that disappeared into his pants did he stop you, grasping your wrist.

"Lie back" he said, his voice dropping to a low, commanding tone you didn't expected coming from him, your thighs clenching desperately "Wanna make you feel good."

You obeyed, sinking back into the soft mattress as he settled between your legs. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the pants you wore down your legs and revealing the damp fabric of your underwear. He let out a low groan, pressing his forehead against your stomach like he couldn't believe he was allowed to do this.

Finally.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down slowly, his blue puppy eyes never leaving yours, it made you squirm impatiently under his gaze. When you were completely bare before him, he let out a shaky exhale, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading them wide.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you" he muttered more to himself, though you heard him, but before you could reply, he lowered his head.

The first touch of his tongue against your folds made you gasp, your hips bucking into his face instantly. He let out a low, guttural sound of approval at your eager movements, his grip on your thighs tightening as he licked into you with a slow, savoring rhythm. He was thorough and unhurried, even when his glasses slipped up his forhead, like he had all the time in the universe and he intended to spend every second of it worshipping your body, just to make up for lost time.

Then he found your clit, and everything else ceased to exist.

You moaned, your fingers finding a sturdy grip in his full hair and slid off his glasses, pulling deeply at his roots. A pleasent shiver ran down his spine and coiled at his tailbone to make his hips grind into the matress below. "Oh fuck" he almost whined, the first curse word you ever heard from him muffled by your pussy, followed by a wet slurp of his lips. And my god did it do it for you. You had never heard him curse before, not once in all your time together. Just the surpise of it, that just the taste of your cunt could make him lose all of his composure and principles, sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.

He hummed pleased into your pussy, as if he hadn't noticed himself slip up, and he might as well hadn't with the way his face was shoved up right between your folds, licking and slurping at your hole, while his nose squished itself against your clit.

"Don't stop" you begged, your legs lifting to cage his head between your soft thighs, quivering from the onslaught of pleasure "Please, Grace"

He would never dream of stopping now that he got what he desperately wanted for so long. When you wrapped your thighs around his head, it was over, and he was straight up sent to heaven. He moaned into you in a way that could only be understood as keep going, and you continued to rake your nails over his scalp, keeping his head secure in place when he finally circled your clit with his tongue in tight, precise motions that made your vision go white around the edges.

He sucked, licked and devoured you like a man starved. Oh god, the sounds he made, low and desperate, were the hottest thing you had ever heard. With every hot pant of his, every wet smack of lips made you gush even more into his mouth.

"That's it" he murmured against you, his voice thick and muffled from your thighs. "Cum for me, please" he whined, and you could barely hear his slurred words over the blood rushing in your years. When your foggy mind registered them, you arched into him, suffocating Grace between your slick folds. You didn't think he'd be able to talk this filthy, but you never wanted him to stop now that you knew.

The pressure built and built, coiling tightly in your belly like a spring. You were trembling, grasping his face firmly to desperately rock against him. The way you used him to work yourself closer and closer to the edge almost had him cumming into his pants. His eyes were closed in bliss, his mouth open, tongue out so you could hump against his face without care, your clit getting caught on the tip of his tongue and nose, his lips dragging along your folds with a shaky breath.

When you finally shattered, it was with a cry that echoed off the walls of your newfound home, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, crushing Rylands head between your thighs.

He didn't stop until you were boneless, your legs falling off his shoulders from exhaustion, your fingers that had locked tightly into his hair finally loosening.

Then he crawled up your body, kissing a trail up your stomach, between your breasts, up your neck until he was hovering over you, his forehead pressed against yours, his sweaty strands of hair sticking to your skin. "You're so pretty" he muttered, utterly enarmored by the dazed look in your eyes. When you came back down from your high, you could feel him pressed against your leg- hard and aching in his sweatpants. You trailled your hands down his chest and finally slipped past his waistband, your fingers wrapping around his length, and he let out a shuddering breath, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Want you inside me" you said, your voice hoarse and raw. "Please, Ryland, I need it"

You've never seen someone move this fast to remove their pants. You gasped as his cock sprang free. He wasn't excessively thick, but my god he was long. You were sure you'd feel him all the way in your throat, and you couldn't wait.

He quickly positioned himself at your glistening entrance, pausing to meet your eyes. "Tell me if it's too much. Tell me if you want to stop, okay?"

You quickly shook your head, grasping his face between your hands "I don't want to stop" you whispered, pulling him down into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. "I want all of you." you muttered against his teeth, before he shut you up with his tongue invading your mouth.

As the wet muscle pushed between your lips, so did Rylands hips, pushing his cock inside you slowly. You both let out shaky moans at the sensations, your bodies adjusting to the intimacy of being joined after not being this close to another human in ages. Grace stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness, his breath coming in ragged pants.

"C-can I move? Please, let me..." he begged, his voice so thin you barely registered it. You felt his cock all the way in your guts, your throat tight like your pussy around his dick, so you only managed a frantic nod.

He sighed as if you had granted him salvation, beginning to move in a slow, deep rhythm that had you clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. He was careful, so so careful with you regardless, but there was a desperate edge to his movements, a hunger that he was barely keeping in check. You weren't sure if you wanted him to.

"Been so long" Grace panted into your face, his voice breaking. "I don't know how long I'm gonna last." he confessed gingerly, and his claim was underlined by a whorish moan that left him as your pussy squeezed him as he hit that perfect spot inside you.

"Don't care" you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. "Just- right there! Don't fucking stop!" you whined, your head thrown back as he brushed it again. He groaned, shifting his angle to hit it again and again, his movements growing faster, more urgent as he fucked into you.

The pressure built again, faster this time, your body tightening around him. He was right there with you, his thrusts growing sloppy, his breath hitching. He quickly went to draw right circles around your clit with his thumb.

"Cum inside me" you whispered, your mouth remaining agape "Please, fill me up"

A visible shiver ran through him at your words, and his fingers itched to lift your legs over his shoulders to press and pound you into the matress, but he shook his head "I-I can't...what if I-" he wheezed, allthough both of you knew he was barely holding on. "You can, and you will" you breathed, locking your ankles behind his back.

He shook above you, closing his eyes tightly as if he could will himself to resists, but he was helpless against your sweet begging, and when you pulled his face to the crook of your neck, whispering into his ear how you wanted to be full of him, he didn't last another second.

Grace keened against your neck as you both tumbled over the edge, your bodies shuddering together. He spilled inside you with a broken moan, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. You panted into each others shoulders, the sweat cooling down your overheated skin. For a long moment, neither of you moved, just basking in the bliss of your shared orgasms.

Ryland pulled out gently, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed a sweet kiss to your shoulder, then your neck and lastly your lips. You smiled into the kiss- you totally had to thank Adrian the next time you saw him.

Just when you both got into a comfortable position to cuddle, a loud beeping could be heard downstairs, followed by Armandos robotic voice.

You looked over at Grace with a shocked expression. He looked equally surprised "I forgot to take the food of the stove..." he admitted then, more to himself than to you, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

You groaned, falling back into the pillows.

"You think Rocky knows anything about Uber eats?"

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Special thanks to Ryan Gosling eating pussy in "Blue Valentine" (2010) and inspiring this smut <3

After watching Project Hail Mary, I realised that i've been living under the rock and that Ryan Gosling is so fucking hot what is going onnm

His eyes flick toward you but he doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he runs both hands over his face, shoulders tense, frustration practically radiating off him in waves. “Baz,” he mutters bitterly, pacing once toward the kitchen before turning sharply back again. “Fucking Baz thinks he knows everything. Always has to push, always thinks he can tell me what to do.”

You don’t interrupt, you never do when he gets like this because it’s important for you to give him space, let him speak about how he feels.

Instead, you quietly push the blanket off your lap and stand, padding barefoot across the room until you’re standing directly in front of him. Pope barely notices at first, still breathing too hard, eyes somewhere far away where the anger still sits sharp in his chest. Then your hands find him; one settles gently against his forearm and the other presses softly against his chest. “Hey,” you whisper. Something shifts inside him immediately at the sound of your voice.

Pope finally looks down at you properly (really looks) and suddenly there’s this visible crack in all that tension, something softer flickering underneath the anger he walked in carrying. “He pisses me off,” he says quieter now, almost like confession.

“I know, lovely.” Your fingers slide upward slowly until both arms wrap around his waist, your cheek pressing lightly against the front of his shirt. The contact is delicate, careful, but unwavering; like you know exactly how much pressure his fractured edges can take. For a second he just stands there, a bit awkward like he doesn’t know what to do or say. Then, slowly, Pope exhales shakily and folds around you.

His arms come down heavy and certain, pulling you impossibly close against him, burying his face into the top of your hair where you smell faintly like vanilla lotion, mango perfume and fabric softener. You feel the tension leave him piece by piece when he’s closer like that.

“You always do this,” he murmurs against your hair, voice rough but softer now. You tilt your head up slightly, smiling gently at his words because you know what he is about to say before he does. “Do what?”

“Make me calm down, make me feel better and shit. Like all my problems just disappears.” Your hand rubs slowly along his back beneath his shirt. “I like taking care of you, that’s why.” Pope goes quiet after that. His grip tightens almost desperately, like he needs to feel something gentle after spending too long surrounded by sharp edges.

And with you standing there; soft cardigan sleeves, sleepy eyes, warmth pressed against his chest, the whole world finally stops feeling so loud. He forgets about Baz, about Smurf, about his brothers.

You stay tucked against him for another quiet minute, listening to the slow way his breathing finally begins to settle beneath your cheek. Your fingers continue tracing lazy patterns over the back of his shirt before you tilt your head slightly, just enough to look up at him through soft lashes. “Do you wanna tell me what happened?” you ask quietly, your voice careful in the way it always is with him when he comes home carrying too much anger. 

Pope’s jaw shifts slightly and he looks away for a second, eyes fixed somewhere past the living room window. “Baz was running his mouth again,” he mutters, bitterness lingering there. “Acting like I can’t think for myself. Like I need him telling me what I should be doing all the time.” His arms tighten instinctively around your waist after saying it, like even talking about it irritates him all over again.

You frown softly at that, one hand sliding upward until your fingers gently brush through the hair near his temple, smoothing it back without thinking. 

“I don’t like when he talks to you like that,” you murmur. Pope finally looks down at you then, some of that frustration melting the second he sees the genuine concern sitting in your expression. “You know…” you continue quietly, your thumb brushing lightly against his cheekbone now, “I think people forget you’re softer than you let them see.”

That catches him off guard enough that he actually goes still for a second. 

You smile gently, leaning up just enough to press a tiny kiss against the corner of his mouth. “I see you,” you whisper. Pope stares at you for a moment before exhaling quietly, forehead dropping against yours. “Thank you for this… For listening without judging me. I love you so much, you know?”

The words leaving his mouth brings a brighter smile to your face and you lean it closer, nuzzling your nose against his own before replying; voice all quiet and soft. “I love you too, Pope Cody.” 

“I can’t believe nobody’s ever gone down on you before,” Bobby chuckles. His weed-tainted breath fans against your cheek while he’s got his hands on either side of your thighs. He's shamelessly pinning you to his bed with a dopey grin curving on his lips. You weren’t even sure how you ended up in his room in the first place…it was a blur. Something about your best friend drifting off to a peaceful slumber on the floor. The noise from the VHS tape playing on the TV didn't disturb her even a little. Bobby's footsteps thumped on the carpeted stairs. You assumed his only intention was to interrupt you and his sister's sleepover. You didn’t know what the fuck he was doing down there. Not that you weren't complaining.

The only thing you can vividly recall is his simple, little question. “Wanna get high and ditch her?” You should’ve said no, especially to the “ditching her” part. But that heart-pounding, love-dumb state struck your brain once he stood before you. Why did he have to be shirtless? Little brown moles painted his pale skin, kind of matching the flecks in his irises. His plaid pajama pants hung dangerously low on his hips. The sight of his happy trail disappearing under his waistband made your breath hitch. Of course, you said yes.

Now you’re here, looking up into your best friend's brother's pretty blue eyes. They’re blown out. Wide and dilated with something darker. The pools of black look like they're endless. “I-Is that bad?” you ask, words slightly slurred. The alloy of your lust and the weed Bobby taught you to inhale turns your words into dumb mush. “Not bad. Just a little surprising," he says with a tight-lipped smirk pulling at the corner of his lips; it makes your heart flutter. He already has your tummy bubbling with that fuzzy feeling. The heat between your thighs grows into something that Bobby promised to take care of. “But don’t worry, I’ll show you how fucking awesome it is. I’m sure you’re gonna like it…a lot." The ending of his promise tapers out the playfulness in his earlier words. The slight in tone is plainly the cause of the chill that runs down your spine.

“B-But, what if she finds out? She’s gonna be so mad at me, Bobby...and I don't know what—“

“How would she find out? What, are you gonna tell her?”

“No, but she could wake up or something,” you swallow, voice swaying with nerves. Your eyes are on a constant dart, breaking your focus between his pretty face and the locked door. Bobby stuffed the door's gap with a towel to keep the smoke in between you and not the rest of the house.

“C’mon, baby. You and I both know that girl could sleep through a fucking thunderstorm in the middle of the woods, and wouldn’t wake up,” he reminds you. You go back to the time of the worst and only camping trip you ever went on—he wasn’t lying, that’s for sure. “You’ve gotta be realistic for me, here. Just wanna show how good it feels.” Any protests you have died down in your chest. The wet, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of your neck give something else to focus on. “Just relax.” 

And so you do, you try for him. The man who’s lying you down on the short stack of pillows he set up. Keeping you comfortable while he unravels your composure and molds you into his very own mess. 

Your breathing devolves into unsteady pants as your hands grip onto his tousled sheet, using the wrinkled fabric as a soft anchor. As he licks and nibbles on the soft flesh of your neck, his slender fingers run up your thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. All you can do is revel in gentle pleasure. Letting the stomach-churning thoughts of your best friend's impending hatred free from the shackles of your wary mind.

Bobby has no problem pulling your thighs apart; you can feel a smile grow against your neck when he’s got you spread for him. Gently, he lays two pats to the side of your ass, silently telling you to raise your hips for him. You lift, and Bobby sinks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, gliding them down the length of your legs. Without looking back, he tosses them onto the floor in that direction. But you’re positive the feeling of not giving a shit is mutual among your lust-drowned brains.

An airy laugh leaves his lips when he gets a good look at the mess he made in your cotton panties. You would’ve slipped on something sexier if you knew you’d be in such a position. A sticky patch of your arousal tells him how needy you are. Thankfully, having to admit the embarrassing fact isn't a necessity. You were so wet that he could see your pretty little cunt through the fabric. “H-Holy shit...” he breathes, eyes going droopy with lust as he gets down between your thighs. His eyes flutter back up to yours as he drags his middle finger down your clothed pussy. A hushed whimper is pulled from your lungs when you toss your head back at the sudden, new pleasure. You’ve touched yourself before, but it felt so much better to have Bobby's hands between your legs instead of your own.

“Oh, baby…already this wet and I’ve barely touched you. You’re not gonna last long, are you, angel?” he coos in mock pity, a wicked grin almost breaking through the seam of his slick lips. Adding another finger, he applies more pressure on your puffy clit to make your body jolt. His fingers hook on the elastic of your panties, slipping them down at a torturous speed. Your arms shift around as you work to get a firm grip on your patience. “God, you’re needy,” he huffs out, shooting you a teasing glare, heat rushing up to your sweat-dampened cheeks as he tugs your underwear off your ankles. “I told you, I’m gonna take care of you and her,” he reminds, swallowing hard when his eyes lock on your soaked pussy. Sweet juices dripping from your clenching hole, glistening in the warm light of his room. She's sobbing to be touched—to be tasted. You nod, and it’s weak. Your breath trembles when you try to relax it; clenching your teeth down on your bottom lip.

Wrapping his hands around your calves, he bends your legs to keep them nice and propped up for him, giving him the perfect access to your weeping cunt. Soaking so much that you’re leaving a mess on his sheets, Bobby cranes his neck down to press a sweet kiss to your swollen clit, making you suck in a sharp gasp. Your hands almost fly down to grab a fistful of his hair, but your movements halt as a sudden rush of awareness swims through you. “Don’t be shy…you can pull it as much as you want to, honey.” The light breeze hitting your pussy makes your legs twitch in Bobby's hands. Gulping, you nod softly, threading your fingers through his soft, blondish hair and tugging softly before he leans back down. Once more, he presses his lips to your clit, the kiss sending a spark into your core, making you squirm in his hold.

Finally, Bobby wraps his spit-coated lips around your clit and sucks the pearl. The grip you have in his hair starts to tighten uncontrollably, making Bobby moan. The fleet vibration tugging at the knot in your lower stomach draws a soft whimper from your chest. The pleasure forces you to throw your head back into the pillows. He lifts a finger to tease your poor convulsing hole, slowly pressing it in just to retract it, collecting the mixture of his saliva and your juices. “B-Bobby!” you gasp out, a tinge of regret burning your nerve ends from slight embarrassment, but Bobby only looks up at you with a smirk. Clearly, he's getting a kick out of your signs of obvious bliss. And when you thought it couldn’t get better, he drags his tongue up your slit, nails digging into the fat of your thighs when he pulls close to his face. His eyes flutter shut at the sweet taste seeping from your hole as he coaxes it out of you with his licks and sucks and the teased insertion of his finger. “God—you’re so fuckin' sweet,” he huffs out before leaning back down to devour his meal.

Then, he slides one in with no resistance thanks to how drenched you are. Your hand flies up to your mouth, trying to muffle the noises that would maybe stir your best friend awake. The curl of his finger makes you see stars for a moment. Whimpers pool into the palm of your hand as he slides in another, his tongue continuing to roll over your clit. The knot in your core begins to untangle and his goal of making a mess of your body starts strong and persistent. You really want to look at him, but your eyes refuse to open. You moan out a quiet “B-Bobby—M’close…” He keeps going, the pace of his languid licks, shoving his fingers deeper. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his fingertips kiss your g-spot with ease. Just as your eyelids start to pry open, you’re met with this glorious image: Bobby rolling his hips against the mattress. His cheeks are flushed and a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. There’s not much time to appreciate the image because you cum hard. Eyes clenching shut once again, back arching off the bed, vision going starry as you bite down on your lip too hard. The taste of metallic tingles on your tongue before your orgasm washes over you with a wave you’ll never forget.

Bobby watches you come down from your high with his fingers still moving slowly inside you. A shit-eating grin is engraved on his lips as his ego grows a bit bigger. Resting his chin on your stomach, he echoes his sentence from earlier. “I told you that you’d like it,” fingers dancing up the warm skin of your torso. The gesture is too much for your already overwhelmed senses, but you never want it to stop.

“If you wanna experience that life-changing moment again, just come up here and find me, okay? I’ll be here waitin' for you, always.”

The smoke was exhaled to your face and you inhaled deeply, taking the smell as much as you could. “You’re going to pass that, right?” You asked, amused before you rolled your hips back and forth to tease him as much as you could. Dean’s mouth opened wide and he moaned, eyes still looking down at your pussy. “I don’t know, should I? I mean, you look busy.” He replied, cocky smile on his face when his orbs lifted up to your face, he took another drag and leaned his face toward you to exhale. 

Your hands moved to his shoulders, cunt squeezing his shaft as you started to lift up and go back down. Dean’s free hand moved to your hips, helping you up slightly before pulling back onto his cock. He was gentle, letting you dominate the pace and making sure you weren’t tiring yourself too much. His hips jerked toward yours from time to time, making the bed creak under his weight.

You didn’t reply to his words, throwing your head to the ceiling as Dean kept the blunt between his lips for a moment again.

Nails buried into your boyfriend’s skin, it created half-moon crescents on his shoulders as you bounced harder on his cock, your juices leaking from your sloppy hole and down to the base of his shaft and to his balls. The room was already smelling like sweat, sex and weed now; all of this mixing and making your head fuzzy, mouth open to moan Dean’s name. 

You slowed up the pace, which made the blonde man groan. “You’re teasing me, now? You’re so mean, baby.” He said, making you chuckle and roll your eyes again. “Grow up, Di Laurentis, stop whining.” Another cocky smile appeared on his face after the words left your mouth and both his hands moved to your hips now but he made sure to angle the blunt away from your skin to not burn you. “M’not whining, first of all, and since you want to tease me, it’s my turn.”

You didn’t have time to ask what he was talking about as he grabbed your hips tightly to stop you from moving and thrusted his own hips upward to hit his cock inside you. You gasped, the force of his pace made you fall forward onto his chest, both your hands flat onto his pectorals now. “Fuck, Dean! God, yes—!” You cried out as his tip rubbed your g-spot vigorously, his balls slapping the plush of your ass and your thighs jiggling. Loud squelching noises echoed in the room, mixing with moans and bed creaking.

Your ass arched up, Dean’s hands grabbing you even tighter to pull you down onto his cock at the same time he jerked up; his pace messy but strong enough to make you see stars. “Yeah, you like it? You like when I fuck you like that?” He asked but you were too far gone to reply to him with words, and only whines escaped you.

Dean must have understood before he suddenly slowed up his face just like you had done when riding him. “That’s my baby. I’m making my girl’s pussy feel all good, yeah? She’s squeezing me so tight right now, I can feel it.”

Your walls clenched even more around Dean’s hard shaft after those words, and you pushed onto his pectorals to pull your upper body away from his chest. One of his hands left your hips when you did that, and he took another drag onto the lit blunt, exhaling the smoke to your face as you started to bounce on his cock again, hands pressed onto his chest. Your ass slapped down onto his thighs, his balls sticking to your skin each time you lowered yourself again.

One of your hands lifted up to steal the blunt away from Dean’s lips and he chuckled, watching you take a drag of it before the smoke left the confines of your mouth slowly, evaporating into the air. Your boyfriend groaned, hitting his head against the headboard just to see the way your pussy looked as if stretched around his cock and how your juices leaked from your hole, sticking to his skin. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty taking my cock like that—” He said, both hands free now and lifting to grope your bouncing tits. His indexes and thumbs rolled your perky nipples around, tugging on them until you were moaning his name. “Dean, fuck, it feels so good.” You said, before messily taking another drag of the blunt and letting it rest between your lips just so you could rest your hands onto his chest and help yourself bounce faster on his cock. 

“Feels good, yeah? I bet it feels so good to bounce on my cock like that, sweetheart. Taking it all deep, aren’t you?” You heard him say but you couldn’t reply so you only nodded at him, eyes closing for a second when you felt his mushroom tip hit against your g-spot once more.

Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, feeling Dean’s hands grope and squeeze the fat of your tits, playing with your nipples and tugging on them. His hips thrusted up, helping you by slamming inside you. Your ass arched back, changing the angle.

One of Dean’s hands moved to take the blunt back from your lips and you let him, eyes opening to look down at him. He took a drag, smoke flowing around like ribbons as he exhaled to your face again. You felt dizzy, thoughts all fuzzy as you kept bouncing up and down on his cock; the room filled with louder squelching noises from your sloppy pussy and bed creaking so loudly you thought it would break.

“Look at that pussy, leaking on my cock so fuckin’ much. She must love me a lot.” Dean groaned, index and thumb pinching your nipple hard enough to make you whine and squirm on his shaft. You felt him pulsating inside you, pressing against your velvety walls and twitching to show how close he was to his orgasm. Suddenly, his hand moved away from your chest just to lower between your thighs. 

“Fuck, I need to come so bad, Dean… Please.” You cried, his tip rubbing directly against your sweet spot when you leaned your upper body forward, bouncing straight to a new angle. His digit pressed against your slick and sensitive clit, rolling it slowly.

“You want to come on my cock? Make a mess and shit?” He asked, smile cocky and forehead glistening with sweat. You nodded and he shifted his upper body to be more up against the headboard; by this action, his mushroom tip hit your cervix and made you clench.

“Fuck, sweetheart, that’s it. Show me how much you love my cock.” You heard Dean say, your eyes closed when he exhaled smoke to your face again. His thumb circled your clit, smearing your wetness around which made everything even more slicker than it was before. You felt your thighs trembling, warmth coursing through your lower belly and you knew your orgasm was close; Dean knew too, from the expression on your face. 

His hips jerked up, you gasped loudly when your orgasm showed the tip of its nose; your body squirmed and tried to push away from Dean as his cock kept thrusting up inside you. “Take it baby, I know you can. Such a good girl.” He say, finally putting the blunt away into the ashtray so he could give you all his attention as you came on his cock.

His thumb pressed harder circles on your clit, your walls pulsating around his shaft. “You’re going to squirt, aren’t you?” He said, grabbing your hips with one hand.

“Yes! Yes, God, please!” You cried out, hands trying to push his chest away due to the pleasure you were feeling, your legs shaking on each side of his hips. You couldn’t help yourself as Dean’s tip rubbed and hit your g-spot, and you let it go; come flowing from your pussy and wetting everything when you squirted. “Fuck, come on baby, let it go.” Dean hissed, hips jerking up inside your sloppy pussy, your come making a mess of his bedsheets but he didn’t care at all.

“Dean, fuck fuck fuck!” You gasped, eyes wide as it kept flowing out of you, your clit and walls sensitive and pulsating even more but before you knew it, it was over. Dean was a mess, wet with your come but he only smirked before looking up at you. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Feels good, yeah?” He said, his hips still thrusting up inside you before you felt his cock twitch against your sloppy walls.

He only needed a few more thrusts before he pulled his cock out of you in a loud pop, his length creamy white and wet from your juices. Dean wrapped his hand around his shaft and jerked himself—a loud groan escaped his mouth and his eyebrows furrowed when he shot his warm, creamy load onto your pussy.

“Fuck…” You cursed, eyes lowering to the state of you: skin glistening with your juices and mixing with Dean’s semen. 

“Shit, feels so fucking good.” You heard him say as he kept jerking off, more semen shooting from his slit and running from his tip to his length. You could feel your heart beating inside your pussy from the force of your orgasm, a sigh leaving your mouth as you stopped moving and Dean looked at you, smiling. “You were so pretty.” He just said, hands moving to grab the fat of your hips, not moving you yet.

“Yeah, you told me once or twice before, idiot.” You replied, licking your lips, eyes shifting to the blunt inside the ashtray. Your orbs moved back to Dean’s face but he was looking down at your messy cunt; at how much you had come on him. “Should have come inside you.” He groaned, one hand wrapping around his semi-soft cock just to pump it once or twice. “Why didn’t you?” You simply asked him and he shrugged.

“Wasn’t wearing a condom, wasn’t sure if you wanted me to.” He replied and you leaned toward his face just to press a kiss to his lips and pulled away.

“Responsable guy, that’s hot. I wouldn’t have minded at all, you know I take the pill.” You voiced at him, amused, before licking your lips again. Dean looked up at you, and you felt the tip of his cock rub against your folds, exactly where he had shot his load. You sighed, spreading your legs open against and leaned back on his thighs so he could see what he was doing.

Neither of you spoke up as Dean rubbed his semen around onto your folds and clit with his tip; as he smeared your own come too. He sighed quietly when gathering creamy white come on his tip and pushing it back inside your sloppy and messy hole, stuffing you with it. “Fuck, sweetheart—” He groaned at you, pulling out just to see your hole close up and clench for him. “You’re so fucking good.” He said, free hand grabbing your hips and pulling you closer.

“Yeah? You think I am?” You replied back, all teasing because he had told you so much before that obviously, you were aware of that already. Dean nodded, though, and angled his cock just for his tip to rub against your clit.

The feeling made you hiss in pleasure, thighs trembling as he circled your sensitive bud of nerves with his mushroom head harder. You could only roll your hips toward him, trying to feel more and get another orgasm.

Dean’s cock rubbed your clit and around, trying to push between your sticky folds before he started to slap his tip onto your clit which made you gasp a few times. “Want to come again, pretty? Just like that?” He asked, licking his lips, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. You nodded at him. “Fuck yeah… If you make me come like that, I won't even try to steal your blunt.” He laughed loudly, a bit too loudly for your liking because of how late it was, and he nodded. “Deal, pretty.”

After that, he rubbed and slapped your clit more, smearing even more semen around. Quiet squelching noises were heard from your pussy, mixing with your moans and Dean’s sighs. 

Your thighs trembled as you came again, your upper body folding in  half toward your boyfriend’s chest and he kept going until you relaxed against him. Then, Dean’s hands moved to wrap around your back to pull you closer to his body and when you fell and melted onto his side, he pulled the covers onto both of you. You squirmed, pussy pulsating from the orgasms you had, breathing quietly but deeply now.

“You were so fucking good to me, baby.” You heard in your ear and you hummed, hiding your face into Dean’s sweaty neck. One his hand rubbed your back slowly, fingers drawing patterns on your skin. “But I’ll remember that deal.” He added, which made you laugh and pull your head away just so you could look at him; at his tired blue eyes, at the hair sticking to his forehead, to his muscles twitching as he held you.

“I made a deal? I don’t remember anything about that, sorry.” You replied and he threw his head backward, laughing once more. His hands moved to your hips, and he rolled you around so you were under him. You gasped, laughing too as Dean leaned to kiss you. 

“Might need to refresh your memory, baby.” He said before pushing your thighs open and you kissed his lips again.

“Yeah, you might need to.”