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The scent of salt filled the air as gentle waves rocked the boat. The seas were rougher than Rafe predicted and they did little to soothe the already tense environment. Once again you were back at one another's throats over yet another trivial matter. You both had spent the better part of your relationship fighting, but still you remained together no matter how tiring arguing was. However you were beginning to break, the constant abuse and hateful words thrown your way were becoming too much to handle.
“ What’s with the fucking attitude today? ”
“.. I don’t have an attitude. ”
Rafe met your response with a simple roll of his eyes.
“ You’ve been giving me shit since we left the dock. ”
You could practically taste the alcohol off Rafe’s breath. You knew he was teetering on drunk, his hair was laying messily across his forehead, his eyes unfocused and glossy, but somehow he still managed to avoid slurring his words.
“ I’ve barely said a fucking thing! ”
“ Exactly, you’ve barely said a thing. Just all those looks and that stupid goddamn pout. You don’t think I notice when my girl’s a bitch, ‘cause I do. Now fix it. ”
Rafe reached a hand out, grasping your chin between his index finger and thumb. He ran the pad of his thumb across your lower lip before pressing down against it, hard. With one swift movement you smacked his hand away. With a small huff you rose from your seat before stepping over Rafe’s legs.
“ Sit down. ”
Rafe’s voice was quiet now, almost calm in a way. You knew that tone, it was worse than his anger. Slowly he stood, his tall frame towering over you now.
“ Turn the boat around. ”
A laugh escaped his lips, not one of humour but of disbelief.
“ Are you serious right now? ”
“ Rafe, take us back to the dock. ”
“ No. ”
“ No? ”
“ No. ”
Before you could continue with your ‘ outburst ’ Rafe raised his hands shoving you back down on the sofa that sat as the centerpiece on the deck.
“ You’re gonna sit here and act like my girl for once. ”
With a small thump Rafe came to sit beside you. He brushed hair from your neck before his lips found the soft skin. Contrasting starkly from his attitude his lips were gentle, his movements slow and caring. You felt yourself beginning to relax before the moment was ruined. Rafe’s gentleness had suddenly disappeared as he sank his teeth into your neck.
A startled cry left your lips before your hands rose to shove Rafe away. As his teeth detached they left behind angry red indentations on your supple skin.
“ You don’t ever touch me like that again, you hear me? ”
With one sudden movement Rafe’s hand darted out gripping your face tightly, his fingers pressing roughly into your plush cheeks.
“ I give you everything and this is the attitude I get? ”
With a cold callousness you shoved Rafe backwards before quickly putting distance between you both.
“ I’m your girlfriend, you don’t own me Rafe. ”
An unamused laugh slipped from his lips before a grin crept across his face.
“ Don’t I though? This boat, mine, your clothes, I paid for, all the fancy jewelry you wear I bought. ”
“ And you’re holding it against me? ”
“ I’m reminding you who the fuck you belong to. Everything you have, everything you are is because of me. ”
Without a second thought you pulled your earrings from your lobes, unclasped the necklace from your neck and the bracelet from your lips before dropping them in Rafe’s grasp.
He hadn’t expected that of you, he hadn’t thought you would actually give it all back.
“ Stop.. Stop being stupid. I wasn’t asking you to give them back . ”
“ Then what were you doing? ”
You knew what he was doing, he was holding everything against you. You simply wanted to see if he would admit it.
“ I was telling you to know your place! ”
“ You don’t get to hold things against me like you're your father! ”
The words left your lips before you realised the gravity of what you had just said.
Rafe’s hand flew up instantly, his palm connecting sharply with your cheek. The sound echoed across the now silent boat deck. With a thud you hit the wooden deck, your arms reached out to break your fall, but still your head slammed into the hard wood flooring.
“ Don’t you fucking dare. ”
Tears began to well in your eyes as your head pounded. You couldn’t see straight, your vision blurred and clouded. Slowly you managed to stand, you couldn’t make out Rafe’s face but you knew he was pissed.
“ You’re just like him, Rafe. ”
Your voice was calm, almost grave as you spoke. This time you meant what you said, you knew that just as well as Rafe did.
Rafe’s face drained almost completely of colour, nearly going ghost white. For the first time genuine fear showed in Rafe’s eyes, it was completely different from his look of rage of anger, he looked utterly terrified.
“ Don’t compare us, I’m nothing like him. ”
Rafe’s hands were beginning to shake now, tears welling in his eyes. He couldn’t explain what he was feeling at that moment, but all he knew was that he didn't like it.
You stood opposite of one another on the deck. Both of you shared the same look, utterly broken and lost. For a moment neither of you spoke. The only sound that filled the air was that of waves lapping against the boat.
Rafe wiped his tears away roughly with the back of his hand, smearing the small drops against his skin. His eyes drifted down to your jewelry still grasped in his hand.
“ Put them back on. ”
You didn’t respond, nor did you move, you simply stared on.
Carefully Rafe approached, his usual confident stride was replaced by something defeated more uncertain. He stopped when he was close enough that you could see the tears still glistening on his cheeks.
Like a small peace offering he held out your jewelry.
“ I’m not him. ”
You didn’t respond with any words, instead you simply began to slip your jewelry back on.
“ I’m not him, please. ”
You could tell Rafe needed one thing now, for you to affirm his need. He needed you to take it back otherwise he might fall apart completely.
Slowly you stepped forwards before your arms came to wrap around Rafe’s torso. Your hand climbed the length of his spine before disappearing into his brown locs. Gently you pressed his head down to nestle into the crook of your neck.
Immediately Rafe melted into the small touch. His arms hooked around your hips pulling you impossibly close.
“ I didn’t mean it Rafe.. ”
He couldn’t muster any words, only managing a small nod.
The tough kook was now like a child in your arms, completely defeated by your words. You knew Rafe needed humbling from time to time, but you never wished to see him this way again from your hand.
James loved you with a tender grace, everyday he arrived home he greeted you immediately. Your marriage had always been soft and steady, filled with comfortable routines and wordless affection. Neither of you needed grand gestures, you simply needed one another. From the moment you met you clicked with one another, it was like you had known one another for a lifetime.
That evening James arrived home later than usual. James could hear the sound of running water as soon as he entered through the front door. Silently he slipped off his shoes before offloading his coat and briefcase onto the couch. Carefully he crept towards the noise catching sight of you looming over the sink. Bright yellow dish gloves slid up your forearms, bubbles almost spilling out of the sink. The scent that filled the room was refreshing and warm, the lemon dish soap mixed almost perfectly with the dinner that sat on the stove.
A soft hum slipped from your lips as you held a sponge in your glove clad hand. You were too focused on the task in front of you that you didn’t even notice James sneaking up behind you. Suddenly you felt two arms slip around your waist before a broad frame pressed against your back. Startled, you dropped the dish and sponge in your hands letting them splash into the soapy water in front of you.
“ Oh Jesus! ”
James burst out into a low warm laugh, his chest vibrating against your shoulders as his arms tightened around you. He never let go of you, not even for a moment, instead he hid his face against your neck in a futile attempt to hide his devilish grin.
“ Easy.. I didn’t mean to scare you. ”
Carefully James’ lips found your neck, trailing gentle kisses across the supple skin. His teeth grazed your pulse feeling it race under his lips.
“ I didn’t hear you come in. ”
“ Sorry. ”
James’ grasp loosened around your waist as you turned to face him. You had soap suds speckled across your face and hair, but still you held a smile so soft and gracious. James’ eyes began to crinkle upwards as he took in your disheveled state all the while an affectionate grin slipped across his lips.
“ How was work? ”
“ Long, ” his reply was honest and defeated, but still James held his grin.
Carefully one of James’ hands left the small of your back before it came to brush against your soft cheek. His thumb wiped away the white suds from your skin before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
“ Are you hungry? ”
James only managed a nod in response, his lips never parting from yours.
“ Starving, ” he admitted with a playful grin before nipping at your lower lip.
Slowly James pulled back just enough to take in your soap speckled face.
“ Unless you’re offering dessert first.. ”
James flashed you a cheeky grin before his thumbs began to trace small circles on your hips.
Carefully you pulled your hands from your wet dish gloves before draping them over the warm faucet.
“ You haven’t even eaten your dinner yet. ”
“ I know, I know, but you look far too pretty for me to care about dinner. ”
James leaned forward pressing his lips back to yours. He melted into you like wax to a candle. His hands found your face, gently cupping your soft cheeks in his hands. The kiss began to slow your actions becoming more deliberate as the moment went on. His lips against yours felt like home, and you never wanted to leave.
A low groan escaped James’ lips, his resolve beginning to crumble. Your hips slowly began to push against his, your bodies moving in a slow sensual grind. He stepped between your legs, crowding into your space as the kisses deepened, growing hungrier and more desperate. His hands fell back to your hips, his thumbs beginning to press gentle circles to your skin, it was his silent way of anchoring himself to you.
Your hand carefully rose before you gave a gentle tug on his sleeve. The small action made his stomach drop in the best possible way. James knew that small gesture intimately by now. It was never demanding nor aggressive, it was you just simply asking for more, and God help him James could never resist that.
Without another moment passing James dropped to his knees in front of you. The world narrowed to a single point, the feeling of James’ touch against your body. His hands climbed the length of your thighs pushing up your dress before his head disappeared underneath the light fabric. His warm breath ghosted over your inner thighs, his lips climbing higher. His kisses were slow, forming a reverent path up your leg like he’s mapping sacred ground. When his mouth finally finds you it’s with the same quiet devotion he brings to everything else, gentle, patient, and perfect.
A small moan escaped your lips, your eyes sealing shut. The sound was like an angel's voice to James, it was soft and needy, but yet so sweet. It sent an electric jolt straight through, goosebumps rising across his skin. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your plush skin. His mouth moved deliberately and thoroughly against you. James knew exactly how you liked it, slow circles against your clit, with gentle suction with the occasional teasing flick.
Your fingers clenched against the marble countertop, it was your desperate attempt to steady yourself against James, “ James.. ”
His name left your lips like a breathy prayer, it was his favourite sound. He hummed against you in response, the vibration running through you caused your hips to jerk forward. One of his hands left your thigh moving upwards to press gently against your stomach. He held you still as his tongue continued its slow torturous pace.
“ Stay still for me sweetheart.. ”
James’ hands held you still as his mouth redoubled his painfully slow efforts. He loved how each movement earned a soft sound of praise to fall from your lips. Every sound you made was like a gentle kiss to his lips. Since the moment you were first together James loved your responsiveness, it was everything he needed, every word of praise he craved from a woman.
“ James please.. ”
That single desperate plea broke something inside him. His hand slid to your thigh, hooking one over his shoulder as he pushed deeper. His mouth began to work faster, his tongue moving with more passion than thought possible. A groan escaped James’ lips sending a vibration of pleasure cascading through your core. Without a moment to catch your breath his tongue found that perfect spot before he began to circle it relentlessly chasing your release with single minded devotion. Your orgasm hit you like a wave, slow at first before crashing over you completely. Your body pressed arched against the counter pressing your core harshly against James’ face. A desperate cry of pleasure filled the kitchen, your eyes welling shut as pleasure ripped through you. Your hands scrambled for stability unable to find any against the cold countertops they landed in James’ soft locs. You could feel him drinking you in, his tongue lapping greedily at your folds.
“ Too.. Too much. ”
Your hands tugged weakly at James’ hair, it was your desperate attempt to pull him away. Immediately as the words hit his ears James obeyed pulling back. He eased your leg off his shoulder, his hands moving to steady you. His lips were glistening in the soft kitchen light as he looked up at you with those big gentle eyes.
“ Breathe baby. ”
Your chest rose and fell quickly, your body shaking with aftershocks. Your fingers were trembling ever so slightly in Jame’s hair as you came down. James stayed still, his head dropping against your soft stomach breathing you in as you came back to yourself.
“ Let’s get you to bed. ”
Carefully James picked you up bridal style before carrying you away from the kitchen. The stairs creaked under your shared weight as he climbed them effortlessly. Your head rested comfortably against his chest, your ear listening to the steady beat of his heart. Gently James lowered you onto the plush bed you shared before pulling the blankets over your exhausted frame.
“ I’ll be up in a bit, just want to eat, and then I’ll get you changed. ”
James pressed one more gentle kiss to your lips before leaving you to rest alone for a moment. You didn’t even last five minutes before you were asleep under the large quilted comforter.
Your relationship was complicated to say the least. Rodrick and you were bandmates, simply just friends. However it was obvious to nearly everyone that you liked one another. Occasionally you held hands or even shared a bed every so often, but it never went any further.
Tonight however you were the person Rodrick came running to. His parents had thrown him and a duffle bag of his things out when they discovered his not so secret stash of weed. It was freezing out as rain poured down from the dark sky. Immediately Rodrick was soaked, his messy hair sticking to his forehead. He knew he had nowhere to go, no one would house him, except maybe you. Quickly Rodrick snatched up his back before hurrying down the wet pavement to your house.
He stood on your doorstep, awkwardly swaying as he thought of what to say. Eventually he raised his fist before knocking firmly against your front door.
“ Coming! ”
Rodrick heard your muffled call through the door before he heard footsteps coming down the stairs After a few moments the door opened revealing you standing there in your pajamas.
“ Rodrick? ”
“ Hey.. ”
Rodrick stood on your doorstep, water dripping from his hair and nose. His clothes were entirely soaked causing the fabric to cling to his skin.
“ Can I come in, it’s fucking freezing. ”
Swiftly you moved aside letting Rodrick step into your entryway.
“ What happened? ”
“ My parents found my “ rockstar memorabilia ”, basically my weed stash.. ”
“ Jesus Rodrick. I thought you quit smoking. ”
“ Yeah, I did for a while. Don’t lecture me right now. I don’t have anywhere else to go, just tell me I can stay the night.. ”
“ My parents are gone for the week, after that we can talk more about it. ”
Gently you reached out pulling him into a gentle hug. At first Rodrick stiffened at the sudden contact caught off guard by the sudden hug. After a moment he relaxed into your embrace, his arms snaking around your waist. His wet clothes pressed against yours, the rain water soaking your front slowly.
“ I’m getting you soaked.. ”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind. ”
Carefully Rodrick pulled back, tugging down the zipper on his hoodie before letting it fall to the floor with a soft plop. You reached out, your fingers ghosting over his abdomen before you pulled his damp shirt over his head. Rodrick didn’t protest at your help, instead he raised his arms letting you take control.
“ Do you want to take a hot shower? ”
“ Yeah, please. ”
In all the years you had known Rodrick you had never seen him so gentle and quiet. For once in his life Rodrick needed to be handled with care.
You took his hand in yours, silently leading him up the stairs. Rodrick trailed behind you like a lost puppy. You lead him to your bathroom, closing the door behind you before moving to the bath tub. You turned the knob on the faucet, setting it to a comfortable temperature before pulling back. Your back faced Rodrick as you tugged off your own damp clothes. For a moment he stood watching you undress before he managed to regain his focus. His hands moved to his jeans struggling to push the tight fabric down his legs, but eventually he managed.
Silently you both climbed into the shower, standing together under the warm stream of water. All Rodrick could focus on was you. Your body was so close to his, your hair wet and clinging to your skin. Without thinking he pulled you against himself.
Rodrick looked down at you, his hands coming to rest on your hips. The shower's steam curled around you both hiding you in a fog. For the first time tonight, he felt warm and wanted. You were looking at him like he meant something, like he was more than just some dirtbag.
You reached out, pumping a few squirts of shampoo in your hand before running your soap covered fingers through Rodrick’s wet hair.
He let a soft groan slip past his lips as your fingers massaged his scalp. Slowly Rodrick’s head fell forward against your shoulder. His body relaxed against yours, letting you take care of him. Your hands massaged the soap into his hair before rinsing the suds away.
After you finished with Rodrick you moved to your own hair. Your fingers ran through your tangled locs massaging away the oil and grime from your scalp.
Rodrick watched as you washed your own hair, the water sliding down your smooth skin. He couldn’t help but stare at your glistening skin. You were so beautiful, so pure and here you were taking care of a mess like him. His hands stayed reverent on your hips, his thumbs drawing small circles on your wet skin. He felt domestic, strangely content. Without thinking he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone.
A small giggle escaped your lips at Rodrick’s sudden show of affection.
He felt his cheeks heat up slightly at your laugh, but he didn’t pull away. Instead he pressed another kiss to your collarbone, then another trailing kisses up your neck. He was acting on pure instinct and need. Slowly his lips met your jaw before finding your lips in a tender kiss. He pulled back for a moment, his nose brushing against yours. The warm water was still pounding down against your skin, the steam still swirling around you. Neither of you spoke, instead you savoured the moment. Your arms wrapped around one another, the kiss deepening slowly. Rodrick’s tongue slipped past your lips, tasting you slowly, thoroughly. A low groan rumbled through his chest, his lips vibrating against your own. Your hips pushed together in a slow sensual grind. The water was beginning to cool but neither of you seemed to notice, your attention too focused on one another to notice anything else.
“ I need you..”
Rodrick responded with a slow nod as his lips moved against yours. The kiss was messier this time, almost desperate as he pulled you closer. His mouth crashed against yours, his lips seeking yours desperately. Carefully Rodrick guided you to rest against the slick tile wall. His hands slid from your hips down to your thighs before he hoisted you up, guiding your legs to wrap around his hip. The position gave him perfect leverage, his hips slotting perfectly between your thighs. He only broke the kiss to trail open mouthed kisses down your neck.
He was big, you both knew it but the angle had him hitting deeper than he normally would. Weak cries fell from your lips with each of Rodrick’s thrusts. He pulled back slightly before pushing back in, each of his thrusts were slow and deep, almost reverent. Carefully he adjusted his angle, effortlessly hitting that spot that made your eyes roll.
“ Right there? ”
“ Mhm! ”
Your eyes squeezed shut as pathetic whines fell from your lips. Rodrick kept hitting that spot over and over, his rhythm becoming less controlled and more desperate. His forehead fell against yours, his breaths coming out ragged against your lips. With each thrust of his hips another moan tumbled past your lips. Rodrick could feel you squeezing him tighter with each passing moment. He knew you were just as close as he was. Rodrick had never been one to make love, he’d always been too rough, too desperate, but this was something entirely different. He found himself caring for you, paying attention to every reaction you had. He was desperate to make this good for you, as good as you were making this for him. Your body was beginning to tense around Rodrick’s, your thighs squeezing around his hips.
“ Oh God! ”
The way you moaneed made his hips jerk forward involuntarily hitting that spot even deeper than he thought possible. Rodrick swallowed hard as he watched you lose control, your mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut, your head falling back.
A cry left your lips as your walls shuttered around Rodrick. Your soft cries and moans as you came were the most erotic thing Rodrick had ever heard. His head dropped forward, his face coming to hide against your neck. A loud groan left his lips as he finally lost control too, his body finally shuttering with his own release.
After a few moments Rodrick slipped from your warmth. He gently brought your thighs down from around his hips. He held you close as he turned off the shower before slowly guiding you out. Rodrick gently lifted you into his arms before carrying you to your bed. He pulled your thick blankets over you both before finding his place beside you. Almost immediately sleep took you both just after you curled into each other's warm embraces.
Simon had gotten softer after retiring from active duty, his once toned and muscular body now more doughy and soft. He grew a small gut since he failed to exercise everyday like he once had. He disliked it immensely, sometimes he caught himself staring at it as his fingers pushed into the plush skin. It wasn’t that he had let himself go, he was still strong, strong enough to pick you up and throw you around. He simply just wasn’t accustomed to being soft anywhere.
One night as you laid in bed the thoughts of his body were beginning to eat at Simon. You laid asleep and still beside him, but still Simon began to wonder how you felt about him. He glanced over at you, taking in your messy hair that hid your eyes, and the small part of your glossy lips that drool was beginning to spill from. Your appearance contrasted harshly from his weathered face covered in a light stubble paired beside his salt and pepper coloured hair.
Carefully Simon ran a hand soothingly up your back before speaking, “ You awake? ”
With a small sleepy hum your eyes fluttered open, your eyes slowly finding his.
His calloused fingers trailed up and down your bare back slowly working to wake you.
“ Come here.. ”
Through barely opened eyes you turned over finding Simon on the edge of your king sized bed. Normally he would be pressed against your back holding you close, but now he laid far and distant. Without thinking you made your way over to him finding a comfortable position laying on top of his bulky frame.
Gently but yet still insistent Simon tugged you closer to his softer frame, leaving your body to press flush against his. One hand crept back under your shirt, pressing down onto your lower back so your hips pushed against his own.
“ I need, ” his voice was rough with something vulnerable, but then he paused.
For a moment he stayed silent, letting his actions do the speaking as he toyed with the hem of your panties.
“ Just ignore me.. ”
“ What is it Si? ”
Your eyes found his in the darkness of your room, but still he found no words.
Simon’s fingers began to toy uncertainly with the waist band of your panties. He couldn’t quite meet your eyes, his gaze focused downwards instead.
“ What’s wrong Simon? ”
“ Does.. Does my belly bother you? ”
“ What, ” your brow began to furrow before the question even settled.
“ I’m not as toned as I used to be, we both know that. I just want to know if it bothers you.. ”
Carefully your arms wrapped around Simon, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“ You don’t like your belly baby? ”
“ I just.. I don’t like that I’m not as firm as I used to be. That I’m not as young.. ”
You understood in that moment that Simon was simply just feeling a little insecure is all, your husband needed to be reassured.
Slowly your head dipped down, placing gentle kisses across his bulky chest. Your lips brushed against his stubble as your kisses climbed up his jaw before finding his lips. Tenderly Simon’s lips found yours in a slow kiss. He could feel as your small hands pressed against his chest, your nails scraping against his soft skin.
Simon’s hands moved down to your hips pulling you closer as your lips pressed together. Slowly your cores began to grind together only adding to the tension that surrounded you both.
“ I need you.. ”
“ Yeah love? ”
You only managed a soft whine in response before your hips pressed back against Simon’s.
One of his large hands slid down between you both, easily he freed himself from his boxers before his hand moved to pull your panties aside.
Carefully you reached down wrapping your hand around the base of his cock before slowly guiding him inside you.
Simon’s breath caught in his throat as he watched you take what you wanted. Your body stretched around him, making way for his exceptional girth as he moved slowly. A velvety groan left Simon’s throat at the feeling of your walls fluttering and pulsing around him. His soft stomach pressed against your as he moved inside you, slowly rocking his hips upwards into yours.
He loved this kind of sex with you. None of it was rushed or inherently forced but instead it was slow and sleepy. You moved with slow passion against one another pressing sloppy kisses to each other's skin. All of it was what Simon needed in the moment, just for the slow sleepy reassurance of his wife being there, wanting him.
Simon’s hips began to rut against yours, his fingers sank into your hips, it was his tell tale sign he was close. You knew Simon though, he would never finish until you had. His hips began to drive deeper into yours, the head of his cock slamming against your cervix. Moans and cries fell freely from your lips filling your bedroom with sounds of pleasure.
His cock dragged against your sensitive wall with each push. Each movement was focused entirely on your own pleasure, his own desperate attempt to make you finish before himself. Low groans fell from Simon’s lips as your walls began to pulse around him. He watched from below as your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Suddenly he felt your walls tighten before your orgasm crashed over you. Without missing a beat Simon came deep inside you unable to hold back any longer.
Together you laid in a heap, your skin clammy and your breathing heavy. Your hands soothing stroked Simon’s short hair as his own rubbed your back. Neither one of you made any effort to move from each other, instead you laid together wrapped in each other's arms. You felt your eyelids begin to droop as the minutes passed. Slowly sleep took you both leaving you to curl into each other’s warm embrace.
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Water splashed around you as others paddled successfully in their canoes across the lake, you however were stuck in place beside Scott. Neither one of you could decide on which way to paddle leaving your boat to spin in aimless circles before you gave up completely. Across the canoe from you sat Scott with a scowl on his face.
“ You’re rowing the wrong way. ”
“ I’m not! ”
Scott glared daggers at you, his jaw tight with frustration as you attempted to move the canoe again, leaving it to instead spin hopelessly.
“ Yes you are! Just follow my lead. ”
You gave into your anger splashing Scott with your paddle.
A hiss left his lips as the cold water hit his skin. His shirt was sprayed with droplets making it stick to his skin.
“ Are you serious? ”
Without another thought Scott swung his paddle deliberately capsizing the canoe sending you both into the cold lake water. A shriek left your lips as the water sent a shock through your system. Scott surfaced first, gasping and treading water with a malicious smirk as you flailed up. You sputtered, coughing up water before shoving wet strands of hair from your eyes.
The other cliffhangers caught wind of the disturbance across the lake. Their paddles stilled as they turned to point and snicker at you both.
With a huff you swam to the shore pulling yourself from the freezing water. Scott trailed behind watching as you swam to the shore. Once you were out of the water he swam leisurely to the shore himself, climbing out with a smirk despite being completely soaked and freezing.
Without waiting to be dismissed you walked off from the class. With each step you took your shoes squeaked and squelched from the water. Your teeth were beginning to chatter as goosebumps trailed up your skin.
Scott watched as you stomped away, your clothes dripping leaving a trail in the dirt path. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your dramatic exit, before he broke into a jog to catch up with you.
“ Don’t be a baby, you started it. ”
You stayed silent choosing instead to ignore his snide comment.
As you walked you noticed Scott didn’t break off, instead he chose to follow after you.
“ Your cabins are that way. ”
Scott’s gaze followed the direction in which you pointed before they found your eyes again.
“ I know where my cabin is. ”
“ Do you, cause you’re following me like a creep. ”
A low chuckle escaped Scott’s lips unoffended by your insult.
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Amidst the long walk Scott followed you to the doorstep of the girls’ cabin. Just as you were about to enter you found Scott still looming over you like a shadow.
“ What are you doing? ”
“ I’m coming in with you. ”
“ So you can get us both in trouble? No boys are allowed in the girls’ cabin. ”
“ I’m not walking all the way to the boys cabin, it’s fucking freezing. ”
Begrudgingly you opened the door letting Scott in before you followed. Both of you kicked your wet shoes off at the door before beginning to tug off your sopping wet clothes.
Your sweater caught and tangled around your head as you attempted to pull it off. For a moment Scott watched you struggle before offering his help.
“ Lift your arms, you’re shaking like a leaf. ”
A huff escaped your lips as you stood still letting Scott pull off your shirt. He tosses the soggy fabric onto the floor just beside your shoes before moving to his own clothes. More clothes came off as you undressed until you stood in only your underwear. From where Scott stood he couldn’t help but notice the goosebumps that covered your bare skin. The soft sound of your chattering teeth filled the quiet room before Scott opened his mouth to speak.
“ Which bunk is yours? ”
You pointed to a bunk in the far corner of the room, and without hesitation Scott grabbed your hand pulling you towards the bed. He crawled in first before pulling you down alongside him under the thin Camp issued blanket. Your bodies press together attempting to warm one another. Scott’s arms wrapped around your waist, yours rose coming to wrap around his neck. As you both relaxed Scott’s head drooped letting it fall against your shoulder. Both of you lay intertwined together, your bodies pressed together under the blanket basking in each other's warmth. As comfort enveloped you both exhaustion began to creep in. Your eyes began to droop as your body relaxed into Scott’s. Scott began to do the same, his hands pressed against your warm skin holding you close like a teddy bear. Slowly sleep took you both as soft snores filled the empty cabin.
Twelve long months, that’s how long Konig had been gone. Twelve grueling months of military deployment with the KorTac force team. He hadn’t wanted to go but they needed him for the job, so begrudgingly he left his wife, and his two boys behind. He worried when he got back all would be changed, that boys wouldn’t recognize him, and you would be fed up with his leave.
Slowly he pushed his metal key through the lock before pushing open the door. As soon as he passed the threshold he heard the high pitch squeals of his sons as they ran about the house. He could see your figure in the kitchen looming over the steaming stove as you cooked dinner.
“ Papa! ”
Both toddlers came running at Konig like two small linebackers. Both boys had taken after their father in height and weight, now at the age of two you could barely hold one of them let alone both.
“ Papa isn’t here, babies, he’ll be home soon. ”
“ Mein schatz, I’m home.. ”
Immediately your head rose, your gaze leaving the vegetables in front of you immediately landing on the burly man in the center of your living room. Before you could process your own movements you were running to Konig. You threw your arms around his neck and almost instantly Konig’s arms found your waist. He picked you up as if you were weightless bringing your legs to wrap around his waist as he held you.
“ I missed you so much.. ”
“ I missed you more. ”
With gentle hands you reached for the hem of his balaclava tugging it over his head before peppering his scarred face in kisses. Slowly your lips found his, bringing them to meet in a kiss filled with longing and unspoken words.
All the while you shared this passionate rekindlement your sons stood below tugging and pulling at Konig’s cargo pants. Their giggles filled the quiet of the room as they chanted and demanded their father’s attention.
Carefully Konig set you down before dropping to his knees to greet his sons with open arms.
“ Have you been good to mama while I was gone? ”
The boys only mustered laughs and giggles in response. Immediately they attacked Konig with slobbery kisses and hugs. Not before long they broke away fetching their newest and most beloved toys to show their father.
“ Papa look! Train. ”
Konig acted as if each toy was the best thing he had ever seen. Waiting until they grew bored and ran off to do the next best thing, and not soon after they did just that.
Konig stood sauntering back over to you, letting his arms wrap around your waist. His head dipped down, his lips found yours in a meaningful kiss. Slowly it began to deepen, his tongue brushing over your lips. You were wearing a cherry lip balm and it only made him crave you more.
“ Is dinner finished? ”
“ Mhm.. Just cooling it for the boys. ”
Gently Konig pulled away from you going to make the boys plates. You stood quiet beside the dining room table watching as your husband moved about the kitchen. Plates in hand Konig approached the table placing each plate in front of the boys highchairs. Effortlessly he collected both of them before buckling and seating them. Once they were taken care of he pulled you along into the nearby bathroom. A giggle escaped your lips as Konig closed the door, sealing you into the private little chamber.
“ What are we doing? ”
“ Stealing a few minutes of peace.. ”
Konig’s hands traveled down to your hips before his lips found yours once more. His tongue slipped out again, once more tasting that fruity cherry lip balm. Carefully his tongue parted your lips slowly pushing into your mouth. Soft moans slipped from your lips as the kiss intensified. Each moment together was only building the passion from being away from each other. You never needed Konig as much as you did in this moment. It had been twelve long months alone without him, and now you craved him.
Konig’s hands were beginning to travel under your shirt, his fingers pressing harder into your skin as he fought the urge to take you right there. He was a trained soldier built to withstand the worst of tortures but right now he found himself giving into you. The fight was dying in him as his hands traveled further under your shirt brushing against your bra until you were interrupted.
“ Mama! Papa! All Done! ”
You parted from each other with a shaky laugh, your eyes finding one another's. Neither one of you were mad at the boys, but you did remember the simpler times before children.
The kettle on your stovetop began to whistle loudly as the water was brought to boil. Your bare feet padded across your cool wooden floors as you hurried to soothe the kettles screeching. Carefully you poured the steaming water into a small porcelain tea cup. To fill the silence you hummed softly. You began to search your cabinets for a suitable tea bag before dropping it into your cup. Once your tea began to steep you topped it off with milk and sugar.
From the kitchen you didn’t hear as your front door slowly creaked open. Billy had left his studio session early deciding on sneaking over to yours instead of returning to his own flat. Cautiously he slipped inside his eyes scanning your empty living room before he entered. Just as Billy passed the threshold of your flat he heard a scream a few feet away.
You stood tense in the doorway of your dining room. Around your feet lay shards of glass from your tea cup, the tea itself sat still on top of your wood floors, the hot liquid beginning to warm your feet. Billy took in your unkempt hair and the state of your clothes as you wore only a nightdress. You had obviously not been up before he had come over.
“ Jesus Billy! ”
“ I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to scare you. ”
Billy stepped forward wrapping an around your waist before lifting you and setting you aside from the mess. He stepped in front of you before dropping to his knees, he lifted your feet gently looking for any cuts or open wounds.
“ Mm’ fine Bill, you just scared me. ”
“ Still gotta check.. ”
A laugh escaped your lips as Billy’s fingers danced across your feet.
A smile slipped across his own lips before he rose to his feet. Billy’s slender frame towered over yours, his hands rising to rest on the small of your back. Slowly Billy’s head dipped down, his lips finding your jawline.
“ You been thinking about me today like I’ve been thinking about you? ”
You replied with a small nod as your fingers traveled down the button on his coat. Gently you tugged open the thick fabric before sliding it off. As you pulled away from Billy’s gentle touches to hang up his coat he trailed after you like a puppy dog.
His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.
“ Am I spending the night? ”
“ Only if you clean up your mess.. ”
Slowly Billy’s eyes traveled over to the shattered glass and spilled tea sitting still atop of your wooden floor.
“ Be in bed by the time I finish.. ”
You turned to face Billy, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before you ran off to your bedroom. You left Billy behind to take care of the mess he subsequently made.
The heavy oak doors of the courtroom swung open with their characteristic groan, and in sauntered Alan Shore. He stood in a tailored charcoal suit, his tie laid knotted neatly around his neck, the plaid colour complementing his palette. Instead of taking his place at the defenses side his polished shoes clicked across the parquet flooring that laid across the courtroom. His steps came to a stop just behind your seat.
“ You always were so devastatingly punctual. ”
Your pen froze on your page, it had been years since you had heard that voice.
“ Alan? ”
“ You know.. Seeing you in the prosecutors pin makes me want to commit a crime just to get your attention. ”
You rose from your seat before finding Alan’s gaze.
“ It’s good to see you again. ”
“ And you. Though I do have to admit I imagined our reunion might be with a lot less clothes. ”
A smile creeped up your lips as your arms rose before you pulled Alan into a warm embrace.
He didn’t hesitate. Alan stepped into the embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you close. For a moment he buried his face against your neck inhaling the familiar scent of your perfume. Finally when he pulled back his hands lingered on your waist.
“ Saying I missed you would be a gross misrepresentation of the truth. ”
“ I’ve missed you too Alan. ”
Carefully Alan leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear before he spoke.
“ If we weren’t in court I would have you under me by now. But since we are.. ”
You gave a small nod before shaking Alan’s hand and taking your seats.
Alan watched from where he stood as you retreated to the prosecution’s side. Your professional demeanor settled back in almost immediately, no more gentle smile, just a stern callousness. A thousand brilliant yet maddening thoughts began to drift through his mind. He remembered the last time he saw you before you left Crane, Poole, and Schmidt, now here you stood against him ready to destroy his defendant.
-
The trial lasted all of two weeks leaving the tension to build between you and Alan. It all unfolded like a chess match between two equally brilliant minds. You tore through Alan’s defense poking holes in his defendant's alibi. Each hole you poked Alan had to patch, giving alternate reasonings for your claims. The courtroom tension began to crackle like static as the jury left to deliberate. The judge called for a recess leaving you and Alan to depart from the court.
By noon the jury had come back only deliberating for a mere four hours before reaching a verdict.
The courtroom was thick with the charged silence of a verdict. Alan stood at the defense table, his fingers tented beneath his chin, he was the very image of composure. Your position at the prosecutions table felt like a distant yet cherished memory. All eyes in the courtroom landed on the jury’s foreperson as they moved to stand.
“ We the jury find the defendant guilty on all counts. ”
A small smile slipped across your lips, as you turned to your co-counsel. Quickly you stood giving them a brief hug before turning to Alan.
“ I would formally like to request that you refrain from gloating. ”
“ Me gloat? I would never.. ”
Alan rolled his eyes as he moved to collect his things.
You left the courtroom making your way to the elevators not far down the hall. You waited patiently for the doors to open before you entered the empty lift. As the door began to close a hand darted between them, Alan’s hand.
“ Do you mind? ”
You flashed him a soft smile before moving out of the way for him.
“ You did well today.. You deserved that win. ”
“ Thank you. ”
“ You should think about coming back, to Crane, Poole, and Schmidt I mean. ”
“ Are you trying to steal me? ”
Slowly grins slipped upon both your faces, the irony was there. Alan had poached you from your first law firm and now he was attempting to do it once again.
“ I like where I am, Alan.. ”
“ You always tell me no, and yet I seem to always get my way.. ” Alan now wore a devilish grin, as he looked down at you, “ I remember all the times you tried to tell me no and all those times I got what I wanted. ”
Alan’s lips were hovering just above yours, his warm breath ghosting over your skin.
“ So are you going to fight me or just give in for once? ”
Slowly you leaned forward your lips brushing together in a sensual dance. Alan took the lead before deepening the kiss. It was full of unspoken longing and years of pent up yearning. His hands dropped to your hips pinning you to the elevator wall. Just adjacent to you both was a panel holding a button for each floor of the courthouse, but Alan’s eyes landed on the emergency stop, without a second thought he pulled it.
He yanked the handle forward with a sharp practiced snap pulling the elevator to an abrupt stop. The lights flickered for just a moment before settling into a dim amber emergency glow. Alan’s lips never left yours as the scenery around you changed and shifted; he was too focused on getting what he wanted needed. His kisses traveled down your skin, moving from your lips, to your jaw, your throat, and finally your collarbone.
Both of you moved quickly discarding your clothes onto the elevator floor. With ease he hoisted you up against the metal railing that lined the elevator. Instinctively when your feet left the ground your legs came to wrap around Alan as did your arms. Your body moved instinctively against his, your clothed cores pressing together as whines fell from your lips.
Swiftly Alan freed himself from his trousers baring his hardened cock to the cool elevator air. With his free hand he tugged your panties aside before entering you with ease. Involuntary sounds began to leave you both as Alan began to move inside you. Moans tumbled past your lips as groans of pleasure left his. Your shared noises of pleasure echoed across the elevator walls filling the small room with perverse sounds.
The elevator cart began to sway with each of Alan’s forceful thrusts. The emergency stop had turned the small chamber into a fortress of solitude for you both. Alan could feel you begin to pulse and squeeze around him, it was your body's way of milking him for everything he was worth.
“ Alan.. ”
“..I know, almost there. ”
He thrust deeper, his thumb traced firm comforting circles into your hip as he watched your eyes roll back and your breathing shatter into broken whines and cries. Closely Alan watched your face as it contorted with raw unguarded pleasure, every carefully constructed mask completely abandoned. You were left vulnerable and vocal in his arms, completely undone by him. This was no longer a chess match to be won but a submission and surrender. With one more push Alan found the angle that broke you, and when you shattered he held you.
He groaned, matching your shaky broken cry with a deep primal sound of his own. Your body convulsed around his as you both reached your orgasms. Alan felt as your body went slack in his arms, your legs drooping around his waist. Carefully he pulled himself from you before pulling your panties back into place.
Once he finished dressing you he moved to himself. Carefully he straightened his suit and tie before disengaging the emergency stop. WIth a soft groan the elevator moved back into action.
“ Alan? ”
“ Yes? ”
“ Will you come over tonight? ”
He shivered delicately at your soft request. He considered your question for a moment despite you both knowing he would come invited or not.
Music blared from the stereo that sat atop Sam’s dresser, his stepdad had already been at his door twice shouting at him to turn ‘ that trash down, ’ but Sam didn’t care nor did he listen, instead he turned the volume up louder. He hadn’t seen you in almost a month and now he was trying desperately to make up for lost time.
You sat in his lap, your hands resting on Sam’s shoulder as his lips pressed against yours. Slowly Sam’s hands began to travel lower as he tested the waters, when there was no protest to his actions his hands moved under the hem of your skirt. Just as his fingers brushed against the waist band of your panties his door flew open.
With a startled yelp you jumped off Sam. His stepfather stood in the doorway, completely mortified by what he just saw.
“ If you don’t turn down the goddamn music and keep your hands off your girlfriend she leaves. ”
“ You can’t tell me what to do in my room. ”
With a huff Sam climbed off his bed slamming the door in his step fathers face before twisting the lock.
“ God he’s such a fucking cockblock sometimes. ”
Sam dropped back down onto his mattress, his fingers coming up to twist and tug on his labret. Beside Sam you sat watching him quietly, your mind filled with unspoken thoughts.
“ Maybe I should go home.. ”
Sam’s brow furrowed as his gaze moved to land on you. You looked uncomfortable so unsure of yourself.
“ You’re not going just because he’s being a dick. ”
Sam’s lanky arms stretched over to the bedside table before he pressed play on the stereo again drowning the room in loud music once more.
“ I just don’t want to get you in trouble. ”
“ You won’t, this is my shit, not yours, I can handle it. ”
Quickly Sam leaned in pressing a few distracting kisses to your cheek. After a moment you climbed back into his lap, your fingers disappearing into his dark curls. Immediately Sam pulled you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you. His thumbs traced lazy circles on your back through the thin fabric of your shirt. The music blared behind you as you both got lost in the feeling of you on his lap, both of you finally relaxed for the first time all night.
Slowly Sam’s lips found yours, pressing against yours gently before pulling back. His forehead rested against yours as you shared small kisses back and forth.
“ You’re sure I can stay the night? ”
“ It’s my room, and I want you here, fuck Peter. ”
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It had been a month since you had seen Obi-Wan. One eternity of being alone without someone to hold you. He had left abruptly in the middle of the night assuring you it was just counsel business. You knew Obi-Wan’s loyalties lied in being a Jedi, but sometimes you yearned for his full attentions. You wished to be chosen first over all else.
“ My mission on Alderaan has finally ended, hopefully I will be home before sunset. ”
A smile graced your lips as your eyes found his through the flickering hologram, “ That is wonderful, Qi’ara has been asking for you often. ”
“ And how is my little youngling? ”
“ She is well, just misses you. ”
“ As I miss her, tell her I have a gift for her from Alderaan. ”
“ And what is it, may I ask? ”
“ It is a carved Tooka-cat figure made entirely from Alderaanian Cherry Wood. It whistles when you blow into its tail, she will love it. ”
“ That is adorable, she will be overjoyed with such a gift. ”
“ I hope so. Love, I need to go now, my ship preparing for a hyperspace jump. ”
“ Oh, okay, I’ll see you soon. ”
Before Obi-wan could respond his hologram froze before cutting out completely.
You stared at the holonet in your hand no longer projecting his image. Carefully you place the device down on the counter before rising from your seat.
-
Hours had passed and sunset had long come and went. Qi’ara laid asleep in her bed leaving you to wait for Obi-Wan alone. You sat silent on your sofa waiting in an elegant silk gown for him, but as more time passed you lost hope of his arrival home.
Your eyes were beginning to droop as your mind and body tired. Carefully you laid down on the sofa, placing a pillow beneath your head before letting your eyelids fall.
Not long after Obi-Wan entered the apartment. All of the lights were out, the house laying quiet. Carefully he set down his bags and lightsaber leaving them behind as he went to search for his family. Silently he poked his head in Qi’ara’s room finding her fast asleep and curled up with a small door. Just adjacent to her door was your shared bedroom, just as he had done before he carefully opened the door. Instead of finding you fast asleep he found the bed untouched leaving his brow to furrow in confusion. His boots clicked across the polished tiled floor as he approached the connecting bathroom.
“ Darling are you in here? ”
Once again he was met with an empty room.
Obi-Wan began to worry, surely you hadn’t gone out at this hour, or left your daughter alone. He crept back down the hall walking back out to the entryway. Amidst his exhaustion he had missed the two feet visibly resting on the sofa. Carefully he made his way to your side taking in the peaceful sight of you asleep.
Across the large sofa you laid sprawled out, your hair draped across the pillow spilling down across the cushions. Your lips were slightly agape leaving you to breathe the quietest of snores. A smile crept up Obi-Wan’s lips completely grateful for the sight in front of him.
“ There you are.. ”
Silently he knelt beside the sofa before his hand rose to trace your lower lip with the pad of his thumb. You looked so delicate and soft bathed in the pale moonlight, never had your husband been more grateful you were his and not someone else's. With featherlight delicateness he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, then nose, and finally your lips, not demanding but not reverent either.
As his lips found yours a whine left yours, leaving your brow to furrow. Obi-Wan watched as your lips formed a sleepy pout making your heart skip a beat. Gently Obi-Wan’s hand rose again, his thumb pressing down on the crease between your brows working to smooth it out.
“ Love it’s me. Let’s get you to bed. ”
Slowly Obi-Wan slid his arms under your relaxed frame before bringing you to rest securely against his chest.
“ Obi..? When did you get in? ”
“ Not long ago, go back to sleep. ”
You didn’t argue with his command simply curling into his chest.
Effortlessly Obi-Wan carried you through the apartment, back to the master bedroom. Your face laid pressed against Obi-Wan’s neck inhaling his scent. He smelt of desert wind and something musky, something uniquely Obi-Wan. Gently he laid you down in bed, pulling the blankets over your sleepy frame.
“ I’ll be in soon, rest. ”
-
Not thirty minutes later he was crawling into bed, smelling exactly of your sweet and fruit soaps. His hair was wet, but not quite dripping. His skin was smooth and lotioned, feeling soft and gentle against your own. You turned over in bed instinctively finding his warmth before falling into a sleep so deep you almost forget it achievable.
Loud giggles echoed off the walls of your penthouse followed by the pitterpatter of small feet. Your daughter was currently tormenting her kitten while loudly insisting he ‘ wanted to play ’.
“ Mama get’em! ”
She pointed a finger out at the kitten as he ran off.
A small laugh escaped you as she ran off after the small black kitten. She had terrorised him the moment you brought him home. Alan thought it a good idea to give her a small friend, but never had he anticipated for her to terrorise the small creature.
“ Maia come here. ”
Immediately the small toddler came padding in. She wore a big toothy grin across her face, her hair bow askew and her dress wrinkled and stained by her earlier lunch.
“ Do you want to get changed, and then go see dada at work? ”
She contemplated your question for a moment before quickly nodding in response.
You bent down your hands moving under her arms before picking her up and settling her against your hip. You carried Maia off to her bedroom setting her down to play as you retrieved a fresh dress from her wardrobe. The new dress was a warm bright pink with green polka dots.
-
It was only a short walk to Alan’s law firm, Howard & Brock. He hadn’t been employed there long, but he at least seemed to tolerate the people. You knew Alan would probably move firms soon enough, but as of right now that is where he resided.
Maia’s hand was clasped onto yours as she trailed alongside you. In her free hand she grasped a small bunny rabbit toy, it was well loved to say the least. Its fur had faded from a soft pale white to a dingy grey, its small button eyes clinging to their final thread alongside its plastic nose. Alan had bought the small animal the moment you told him the news of your pregnancy and Maia hadn’t parted with it since.
Your short walk had come to an end as you now stood outside the law firm. With carefulness you picked up Maia, bringing her inside the office. You gave a small smile to the people you passed on the way to the elevator.
You gently dipped down Maia letting her click the elevator button before the doors closed. With each floor the elevator rose a soft ding chimed through the space. Eventually you reached your desired floor walking directly to Alan’s secretary's desk.
“ Hi, is Mr. Shore available? ”
“ Uhm.. I’ll have to check. ”
Just as she was about to stand, Alan came out from his office.
“ Alexandra this is my wife. ”
You gave her a soft smile before padding past her, walking into Alan’s office with Maia on your hip.
Alan trailed behind you, shutting his office door with a soft click.
“ You know it’s not a crime to say you’re missus Shore. ”
Gently Alan reached out, taking Maia from you. She greeted him with a tight hug before pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. She babbled aimlessly as he held her, but all the while Alan stood with an animated face as if he understood every phrase.
“ Has she eaten yet? ”
“ Just about the whole house. ”
A small smile crept up Alan’s face, a choke laugh making its way past his lips.
“ And what about you? Have you eaten yet? ”
“ I had some food.. ”
Alan knew that tone, you had probably just eaten what Maia hadn’t. Gently he set your daughter down, giving her a few spare toys he kept tucked away in his office.
“ Come here. ”
Carefully he grabbed your hand, guiding you over to his desk. First Alan sat before pulling you onto his lap. He pulled forward his meal he had purchased for lunch, handing you one half of his sandwich before he sunk his teeth into the other half.
You went through his whole meal like that, half for him, half for you. Once his plate was empty he cleared his desk before helping you stand from your seat on his thigh.
“ I’ll see you tonight. ”
You gave a small nod, pressing a gentle kiss to Alan’s lips.
“ Maia, come say bye to dada. ”
Quickly Maia toddled over, wrapping her arms tightly around Alan’s legs before leaning up for another kiss. You left just after Maia said goodbye, leaving Alan to finish his work for the day.
Your clothes laid discarded around you on the bedroom floor leaving you both to sit in only your underwear. A grin was plastered across your lips as your hands wandered across Simon’s broad chest. You hadn’t seen one another in months so needless to say there was tension.
“ How long are you back for? ”
“ Dunno love, but I’ll be here until I’m not. ”
A playful shriek escaped you as Simon nibbled at your neck. His large hand rested on the nape of your neck, his calloused fingers toying with your hair.
“ Might as well have some fun while I can. ”
The corners of Simon’s lips tugged upwards into a smirk as his lips roamed your delicate skin. He felt so rough compared to you, you made him feel so virile. Simon knew he was older, his skin was beginning to wrinkle with each expression, his hair was beginning to grey, and his joints were beginning to ache, but you made him feel so youthful. You brought that spark of playfulness back into his life he lost many years ago. Maybe it was wrong that he was making you waste time on him, but that selfish part deep inside him wanted to keep you to himself forever.
“ Do you have any rubbers? ”
“ Always, doll. ”
Simon’s hands left you, his torso twisting as he searched through his nightstand. Towards the back of the cluttered drawer he found the half emptied box. As Simon pulled out the strip of condoms they slipped from his hands, whether the small fumble was by accident or on purpose was up for speculation. Just as Simon was moving to brush you off his lap you stopped him.
“ I can get it Si’. ”
Simon for once didn’t argue with you or disregard your words completely, instead he just sat back and let you go.
From above Simon watched with amusement as you hung off the bed. Carefully his calloused hands slid up your thighs, he gave them a gentle squeeze before slowly spreading them open. When you attempted to sit up Simon stopped you. His left forearm pressed down on your back leaving you helpless across his lap.
A gasp left your lips as Simon’s hand came down across your ass, “ That’s not fair Simon.. ”
“ Sorry love, just can’t help myself. ”
His fingers crept up your inner thighs before they hooked into the waistband of your panties. Helplessly you laid still as Simon tugged aside the fabric baring your soaking core to the cool air.
Simon knew he was taking advantage of your vulnerability but he couldn’t help himself seeing you bent over like this was driving him insane. His movements were almost painstakingly slow as his fingers slid up and down your damp folds it was almost torture, but suddenly he filled you. Simon hooked his fingers curling them upwards to hit that spot he knew would make you lose focus. He moved deliberately, pumping his fingers slowly in and out while his other hand kept your panties pulled aside.
A smirk crept up Simon’s lips as he saw your thighs begin to quiver from his touches. He pumped his fingers faster, his thumb pressing rough circles into your clit. Quickly his touches began to hasten, his fingers pushing deeper and his thumb moving faster. It was all becoming too much for you, weak whimpers began to fall from your lips as your nails clawed at the bedframe. Your feet came up attempting to push at his arms trying to at least slow his movements.
A deep chuckle left Simon as your small feet pushed at his brawny arms. He knew you were close as your thighs began to tremble and your breaths began to quicken into pants. His thumb pressed down into your clit as his fingers curled deeper. The shared pressure earned a cry from your lips and Simon took that as a victory. With one final push he curled his fingers just perfect to send you over the edge. Even feeling your walls as you came around his fingers Simon didn’t stop. He didn’t stop until you were completely wrecked, riding out your orgasm as your body trembled.
Carefully Simon withdrew his fingers before pulling you upright with the golden strip of condoms in hand. Your body was practically boneless as you went limp against Simon. Gently his hands rubbed soothing circles against the small of your back before he leaned down to press a kiss upon your head.
“ You alright? ”
You only managed a small hum in response as you curled against Simon’s chest.
Simon had known you were like this since the first time he slept with you. After every orgasm he gave you your mind would fog with exhaustion and your body would go limp. It was sweet in a way, he never minded looking after you even if it meant he didn’t reach his own release. He would never admit it but sometimes that's all he wanted from you, for you to cling to him like he was a teddy bear.
Snow fell just outside your window, the flakes bunched together coming down in heavy heaps. The glass was beginning to frost and fog at the corners, but neither you nor Kai seemed to notice. The air surrounding the both of you was warm and comforting, the heating in the corner glowing red as it thawed the cold air. Your bedroom door was closed, the door locked completely sealing you both off from the rest of the world.
You laid across the length of your bed, your feet laying out across Kai’s lap. Every so often he pressed his palm against your ankle carefully siphoning your power. In his other hand sat a grimoire, his eyes roamed the pages as he recited spells. You were the only person he had who supported him, and this was the only place he could practice magic.
-
Kai’s family deep down knew Jo was the weaker twin, they knew Kai would win the merge, and they couldn’t let that happen. They ostracised him since he was a boy, they never even acknowledged that Kai had magic. He had to do it all on his own. He taught himself spells, found his own sources of magic, just to show them he could, but they were never proud. In response to his feats they shunned him. They took away Kai’s grimoire’s and shut him out from the family, so much so they wouldn’t even touch him in fear he might steal their magic.
His banishment ended the day he met you. The first day he saw you it was only in passing, your mother had borrowed a grimoire from his father and you were there to return it. You flashed him a small smile before you walked out the door.
It was another week before Kai saw you again. The door bell chimed and there you stood on the front porch. Snow flakes clung to your hair and lashes accentuating your already beautiful features. Your coat was half buttoned, your scarf hanging loosely from your neck, you looked a perfect mess.
“ Hi.. Is Jo around? ”
“ No, you got something for her? ”
You flashed a smile before handing over a grimoire.
“ Mhm, has some notes in it too.. ”
“ I’ll let her know. ”
Just as Kai was about to close the door your hand shot out stopping the door from shutting.
“ Yeah? ”
Your hand slipped into your bag pulling out a more discreet notebook. You reached forward, slipping it into Kai’s hand.
“ For you, open it later. ”
Kai’s brow furrowed but he didn’t say anything instead he responded with a nod before shutting the door.
That night as Kai sat alone he opened the small journal. From top to bottom each page was filled with spells. There were small tabs sticking out of the pages, small notes for each incantation. You had given Kai his own little grimoire.=
When he finished with those he wound up on your doorstep. Snow rested on the tops of his shoulders before a breeze blew the pale flakes away.
“ Oh, it’s you. Does Jo need more books? ”
“ No, I do. ”
Without hesitation you brought Kai in. Gently you reached out grabbing onto his coat.
Your words were barely audible as you spoke, “ Invisique ”.
With that you and Kai both vanished from sight. Silently you led him up your staircase and into your bedroom.
That was how your relationship with Kai came to be. You kept it a secret, you knew your mother shared his parents hope that Jo would survive, and you knew she shared their mutual dislike for Kai. You knew Kai was odd, but you couldn’t grasp the idea of hating him. He was smart, witty, and deep down you knew there was a part of him that wanted to feel.
-
Kai’s hand pressed against your ankle again siphoning the magic from you. He always was careful to only take enough for each spell.
Slowly Kai’s hand climbed from your ankle before sliding up your calf. You peeked your eyes out over the top of your book, his gaze was still trained forward. Neither of you spoke a word as his touches lingered, but suddenly Kai yanked you forward pulling you into his lap.
A laugh escaped you, the corners of your eyes crinkling upwards. Slowly your arms crept up Kai’s torso before coming to wrap around his neck. Your lips found his jaw pressing gentle kisses across his skin.
“ Are you learning things? ”
Kai only nodded in response before setting the grimoire aside on your bed.
His hands found your hips, his fingers digging in through the fabric of your flannel pajama pants. Kai never really was sure if he ‘ felt things ’ properly but he was sure he felt for you. He knew he wanted to keep you safe from harm, and he knew he’d be upset if you up and went away, but he wasn’t quite sure how to name those things. He didn’t dwell on those thoughts long, he didn’t like how they made him feel.
Slowly his lips found yours, his hands rose from your hips sliding up your back before disappearing under your sweater.
“ We can’t.. Someone will hear us. ”
“ Phesmatos exis, ” Kai called out the phrase with his focus on the room around you, you just prayed it worked as he slipped off your sweater.
Quickly he discarded the rest of your clothes onto the floor before moving to his own. A heap of heavy clothing laid on the floor, leaving your skin to be revealed to the winter air. Even with the heater on you still remained cold to the touch. Not breaking from Kai you made your way under the blankets.
Kai’s hands wandered lowered, his fingers hooking into the fabric of your panties. He left the fabric to catch around your thighs before his lips moved down your body. A small giggle escaped you as you watched him disappear under the thick blankets. For just a moment it was like Kai had disappeared, there was no touching or kisses just quiet before the storm.
Slowly his hands crept up to your inner thighs, his lips trailed upwards from your knees to your core. Your eyes gradually fluttered shut as his tongue parted your folds. His lips carefully wrapped around your clit suckling at the delicate skin. As moans fell from your lips you silently prayed the barrier spell held.
Helplessly you squirmed underneath Kai’s touches. His fingers dug into your thighs, his grip so tight you wondered if he would leave bruises. His tongue delved deep inside you, before his fingers took its place. The shared sensations made your hips buck and your eyes roll. His lips wrapped around your clit, his tongue swirling around the bud as his fingers pushed deeper.
Your moans filled the quiet room as you neared your orgasm. Your hands weakly searched for stability as they moved to clutch onto the headboard above you. Kai gently curled his fingers pressing that deep spongey spot inside you. That small action was your undoing. You felt the knot in your stomach unravel as your orgasm washed over you.
Carefully Kai withdrew his fingers before bringing them to his lips. Greedily his tongue lapped at your drenched thighs until all evidence of your release was gone. Slowly Kai emerged from under the blankets, his lips were glossy and his cheeks were flushed pink.
Kai’s hands climbed the length of your thighs finding their way to your face. Gently he brushed hair from your flushed cheeks before showering them in light kisses. Giggles erupted from your lips as you shoved at his shoulders, weakly shoving him off.
Kai knew this, if he did have feelings, he would feel for you. He had read about what love was like, and he thought just maybe he felt that for you.
-
Those were the only memories Kai had now. There wasn’t anything else to busy his mind with. He remained alone now day in and day out. The only memory left behind in the real world was a news article of his monstrosities.
You didn’t want to believe it when you saw it. How could the sweet boy you once knew do something so atrocious. You wanted to speak to him, you needed Kai to explain to you why he had done it, what had possessed him to do such a thing. However when you arrive at the Parker’s household he was gone. They wouldn’t say where he was or where they had sent him, only simply that he would never return.
The air around you smelt of salt from the ocean that surrounded the coast. The sand beneath you slid as your body moved on top of Tom’s. It was dark, almost scarily so. You could only see Tom thanks to the moonlight that shone over head. Beside the two of you lay your beach clothes from earlier lost in the sand. Underneath Tom laid a beach towel, it was his futile attempt to keep the sand off his skin.
You sat on top of Tom, your thighs straddling his hips, your hands laid pressed against his chest to steady yourself. Slowly your hips rocked against his, your body moving sensually. Tom’s fingers dug into your soft skin, his nails leaving behind crescent shaped indents. Harshly his hips bucked up against yours driving himself deeper into you. Your eyelashes fluttered as a moan escaped you.
Underneath you Tom laid watching it all. He knew what movements drove you crazy and he was ready to exploit them all. Tom’s hands gripped you tighter, pulling you down harder against him. His hips rolled upwards against yours making a moan fall from your lips. Your nails clawed weakly at his chest, your head lolling back as your eyes shut.
The waves behind you lapped at the shore as the tide came in. The foamy waters slid back out before inevitably crashing against the coast again.
Your moans were muffled by the sounds of the waves hitting the shore, but Tom could still hear them. He could hear every hitch of your breath, every soft whine that tumbled past your lips. He could feel every clench of your cunt, and every scratch against his skin. Every bit of you was driving him mad. Your slow teasing movements, the small noises that snuck out of you, he knew he needed more.
With one fluid movement you were underneath Tom your back pressed against the beach towel. Your fingers scratched and clawed at the rough fabric as Tom pushed deeper inside you. Slowly Tom picked up the pace just slightly, burying himself deeper with each thrust.
“ You feel so good, baby.. ”
Underneath Tom your body began to writhe. Your eyes shut as your lips fell open, your moans falling freely. You looked so pretty when you neared your release, your face was completely scrunched up in pure bliss.
“ Are you close? ”
You only managed a small hum in response too lost in the pleasure to form a sentence.
Tom’s hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you down against the sandy shore as he drove himself deeper into you. The head of his cock slammed against your cervix making cries leave you now. You could feel the knot inside you tightening preparing to break.
Your hips pushed upwards against Tom’s grinding slowly. You were trying to help him cum just as much as he was trying to help you. You watched from below as his teeth sunk into his lower lip tugging at his piercing.
Tom’s abs contracted as his arms shook. His cum shot deep inside you, filling you whole. Your eyes fluttered shut, a guttural cry leaving you as your orgasm washed over you.
Both of you laid in a heap together completely exhausted. Now the only sound that filled the air was the waves crashing. Your moans had died down, the slapping of skin coming to a halt. Your hands gently roamed Tom’s back as he laid still, his hot breath fanning against your neck. ”
“ You okay? ”
“ Yeah.. just need a minute. ”
You replied with a small nod before pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
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You watched from the pews as your father gave the sermon. His hands moved about painting a picture for his words. His voice boomed across the church echoing off the tall ceilings. Everyone around watched on just the same, completely focused and silent.
When church came to an end your father began saying goodbyes to each member, until his eyes landed on the remaining group, the Gemstones. Their stood an older imposing man, his eyes sweet, but his demeanor threatening. At his side was a man near his fifties, his side burns were grayed, but his hair was a deep black. Alongside both of them was a boy near your age, he had honey coloured hair, his eyes gentle and sweet.
Quietly you joined your father taking a place at his side.
“ Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise, the Gemstones coming down to my parish. ”
The older man stepped forward, his lips creeping up into a warm smile.
“ Just came to say hello since we’ll be neighbors now. ”
Your father only nodded in response, but you knew that expression well enough to know the man had gotten under his skin.
“ I look forward to seein’ y’all around. ”
Your father stretched a hand out shaking the older man's hand firmly.
As your father spoke your mind was elsewhere, your eyes catching on the boy in front of you. He looked so sweet you couldn’t help but stare.
Gideon couldn’t help but stare either, he barely registered what his grandfather was saying.
Eventually the conversation ended and you both went your separate way, but neither of you stopped thinking about one another. Even as the day ended you still thought of one another.
-
The week passed and once again another Sunday came. This time when church ended the boy stood alone, no family insight. Carefully you slipped out of your fathers sight making your way over.
“ Hi.. you were here last week, weren’t you? ”
“ Yeah, I was. ”
“ It’s good to see you again, are you going to join our parish? ”
Gideon gave a sheepish smile before shaking his head softly.
“ No.. I just came to talk to you I guess. ”
“ Me? ”
Gideon nodded, rubbing a hand nervously across the nape of his neck.
“ Would you want to go out sometime? Just for lunch or something.. ”
“ Yeah.. What about tonight? ”
“ Tonight is great. ”
-
That night you began readying yourself for that evening. You sat at your vanity pulling your hair in different directions until you landed on leaving it down. Afterwards you moved onto your make up attempting to keep it light and simple.
After you finished you stood from your vanity quietly making your way down stairs. Carefully you crept past your parents room before hurrying out the front door. You knew your father wouldn’t approve if he found out where you were going so instead you settled on not telling him.
Gideon greeted you leaning against his dirt bike in your driveway. He had one helmet on his bike, the other in his hand.
“ You drive a motorcycle? ”
“ Yeah. ”
Quickly you padded over hopping onto the back with Gideon’s help. He reached out pulling the helmet down over your head.
“ Feel good? ”
You gave a gentle nod, watching through the visor as he tugged on his own helmet.
He slid onto the front of the bike before reaching behind him. His hand gripped onto your thigh pulling you closer. Quickly you lifted your arms wrapping them around Gideon’s waist before his bike revved to life.
-
The date went well, more than well, it was almost perfect. Gideon was a true gentleman, he pulled out your chair, opened doors for you, made sure your food was perfect before eating his own. He was definitely a true sweetheart. Gideon paid for the meal in full before leaving a generous tip for the waiter.
When you arrived back home Gideon walked you to your door.
“ I hope you had a good time tonight.. ”
“ I did, thank you.. Would you wanna do it again? ”
A wide grin spread across Gideon’s lips.
“ I’d like that a lot, next Sunday work? ”
“ Sounds perfect. ”
Slowly you leaned in pressing a gentle kiss to Gideon’s lips before slipping inside your house.
boyfriend!sid jenkins x pregnant!reader x ex boyfriend!tony stonem
word count: 602
contents: Angst, fluff
mentions: @fallout-girl219
part one, part two, part three, part four
Days were passing by in a blur and still no call from Sid or Tony. You remained alone in your bed, sealing yourself off from the outside. Your mom just figured you picked up a bug from school. Jal however stopped by once a day to drop off school work and textbooks for you.
She sat at the foot of your bed, her books beside your own as you worked and shared notes.
“ There’s a quiz this Friday.. You’ll have to come in. ”
You stayed silent, but your pen stilled on the page.
“ There’s no other classes you need to be there for, just first period. ”
Against your better judgement you agreed to show up.
-
The next morning came and you showed up to school alongside Jal. You didn’t find your regular group like you normally would. Instead you walked straight into the first period taking a space at the back of the classroom.
You kept your head down as other students filed in before finding their seats. You could practically feel the eyes on you as classmates began to murmur. Instead of speaking up you stayed silent simply waiting for this class to pass.
After what felt like hours the class finally ended. You turned in your quiz and beelined for your locker. Quickly you twisted and turned your lock putting in the code before pulling open the metal door.
You couldn’t leave school fast enough, but just as you were passing the threshold you felt a hand grab your arm, it was Sid.
You tried pulling away but his grip only tightened.
“ I want to talk. ”
“ ..Fine. ”
Hesitantly you walked home alongside Sid, showing him up to your bedroom.
“ I- I’m sorry I walked out.. I just didn’t know what to say. I was scared. ”
“ You were scared? Don’t you think I’m scared?! ”
Sid flinched at your harshness, watching as your eyes quickly began to well with tears.
“I know.. I’m sorry. ”
Carefully Sid approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Gently he pulled you into him, his arms tightening around you.
“ Mm’ not good at this stuff, but I want to be there. I don’t- I don’t care if it’s mine or not. After we both graduate I’ll find a job and we’ll get a flat, okay? I’m not going anywhere. ”
You gave a weak nod before wrapping your arms around Sid. Your warm tears slipped down his neck before absorbing into the collar of his shirt.
Sid didn’t care or not if the baby was his, he would be there regardless for you. Something you knew Tony would never do. Even in his moment of fear he was still there beside you.
-
The years had passed by and you couldn’t have asked for a more perfect life. Sid did just as he said he would and picked up a job immediately after school raising just enough money for rent on a modest flat. It was only two bedrooms and one bath but it was enough for your tiny family.
Your mom came by and helped Sid decorate the nursery while you rested your swollen feet. He made sure everything was exactly how you wanted before showing you the final product. He hadn’t thought the finished product would bring you to tears but it did.
Overwhelmed at first Sid pulled away when he found out about your pregnancy, but now he was overjoyed. The girl he loved more than anything was pregnant with his baby. He knew from then on he would give you and his baby the world, it was you and his baby before anyone else.
