king of hell.

A smile drifted across Casey’s face as he told her she was beautiful, a red flush creeping up her neck of it’s own accord, she’d never been someone to take physical compliments to mean much but from him they made her entire body turn into goo. Was this what it was like to have genuine feelings for someone else? Not burying your head in the sand, or in her case the work, in order to avoid allowing herself to feel anything genuine in her heart. It was a big shift from the woman she’d been even a few days ago, because if you’d have asked her if she was going to end up with Elias she’d have fervently denied it. Yet here she was laying in his arms, wanting to hear him tell her she was beautiful again, wanting to feel his lips brush against hers with the delicacy he’d only just started showing her. “No I’m not, I have morning again and…morning everything, you’re just saying that because you want to keep me happy because of the twins.” Soft denial from the lawyer because she might have changed but it wasn’t so drastic that she’d completely lost all sense of who she was. Which showed even more when she talked about the way she was segregated at work just for what she had between her legs, something that infuriated her as everyone knew. “I love that you were going to argue that with me but gave up before you even started because you knew I was right, I love being right.” Her laugh was a soft giggle as she moved in to press her lips against his infuriating little smirk that she loved so much for some unknown reason. “They would say I was weak and my workload should be edited because I clearly can’t handle it, which is a complete lie. I can’t exactly tell them I’m cancelling my meeting because my boyfriend wants to spend the morning with his head between my legs.” The word boyfriend tasted odd on her tongue, rolling off it without the ease most people would probably have, because for her it was a big shift. It would take Casey a while to get used to it that was for sure.

Casey could tell the man was proud of himself as the pads of her fingers drifted across his rippling muscles, feeding into his ego for a few moments, reaching forwards and pressing her lips to one of his pectoral muscles. She might be a workaholic but she wasn’t an idiot, she could tell when someone was attractive, and he was on another level. Their topic of conversation was so farcical she couldn’t hold back her laughter, talking about what he’d called her in a sordid encounter in a bathroom stall but in the same breath chatting about their unborn children, only Elias Morgan could have caused her to do that without even realising it was happening. “However you want to spin it to make you feel better, Elias. I don’t know if you should be talking about being inside me in front of our twins you know? The hight of hypocrisy.” Letting him slide his hand over her bulging stomach she smiled softly, letting the sensation of his caress ripple through her, allowing herself to enjoy it even if it wasn’t what she was used to. Or even what she’d seen for herself when she’d thought of her future in the past. “Daddy’s girls? Oh so you mean they’re pains in the ass who are going to turn out to be spoiled little brats? Probably, but hopefully they’ll get my brain, then they will at least be smart.” She teased, hand reaching out again to brush through his curls, pulling her legs up slightly in the cool sheets so they were curled to the right underneath the man, her boyfriend, god it was still weird. “No, you’re not allowed to call them goblins, you’re not carrying them inside your body. When you do that then you can call them what you like.” The look on his face when he cupped her chin made the lawyer’s heart stop dead in her chest, because she honestly had no idea what was coming next. It was a look she’d never seen in his eyes before which scared her just as much as it excited her. In fact she was about to interrupt when his lips were pressing against hers filling her mouth with the taste of whisky and cigarettes he had indulged in the night before, hand going to the back of his neck to hold him there that extra big longer. “I love them too…” Casey muttered against his mouth, unable to stop her smile. “They’re still kicking me, I blame you.” Pulling away she looked into his eyes silently, trying to see if he still had the same look they had a second ago, still wondering what it had meant. But for once she was at a complete loss. “We haven’t talked about names or anything…” The lawyer suddenly bursted out with.

 Elias noted the way Casey’s face heated up red from his compliment, and he couldn’t help but smile wide at her.  She had to know how beautiful she was, had to see the stares from everyone when she walked into a room, but still here she was flushed red from him saying it so casually. It him, of course, that just meant he’d have to tell her more often, so she could get used to hearing it.  He would compliment her, tell her she’s beautiful every day for the rest of his life it meant she’d feel beautiful if even for that moment.  He knows that it’s cheesy and romantic and that him thinking about being with her for that long is too much, but he looks at her and it doesn’t feel so off base.  “You’re absolutely breathtaking” he tells her, brushing her hair out of her face and pressing his hand to her cheek, eyes soft as he looks her over, “morning everything included. I quite like you first thing in the morning, actually.  I like waking up with you here and well, I like that the mussed hair is partly because of me” he teases gently, leans in to brush his lips over hers softly. He likes the morning hair and the way her cheeks are red and the lines of his pillows are faintly imprinted on the side of her face. He knows he looks a wreck, curls come undone from the night previous gel, he didn’t take off his eye liner so he’s sure it’s smudged.  But he feels happy in this moment and so he doesn’t really care “and no, I’m not trying to keep you happy because of the twins. I’m just trying to keep you happy in general for as long as you’ll let me.”  He admits, and that sure sounds like the commitment he’s been running from for years.  “I know you love being right. It’s annoyingly adorable,” and for good measure he presses a kiss to the tip of her nose, because he knows it’ll piss her off just the tiniest bit. “You can handle much more than any of those insufferable wankers could, and, if they ever try to make you feel inferior because of your gender or your pregnancy I will tear their limbs off,” he says, and his eyes darkened for a moment for a completely different reason before he took a breath and gave her a look “I think your boyfriend wanting to spend the morning with his head between your legs is a valid reason to cancel” he begins, smirking at her “I do quite like you referring to me as your boyfriend, by the way.”

Caseys gaze, her hands on him was always confidence boost. He of course knew he was good looking, and being told by random strangers and hookups was always nice, but knowing Casey, who was always focused on work took note of it, found him attractive, appreciated his effort was something more, it felt more real coming from her. He laughs though, and gives her a look “I don’t think I should be talking about being inside you at all right now, as it only just makes me want to be inside you more than usual,” he tells her, something between a lewd smirk and a playful smile falling on his lips.  “They’re absolutely going to be spoiled little monsters, but whip smart, like their mum I agree” he then makes a face “I’m going to let that jibe about my intellect slide because I really want to keep kissing you right now and that’ll be sullied” he tells her, leaning in to kiss her to prove his point. Her hand found his curls again and it took all of him not to push further into her touch, though he did practically purr at the sensation. God he was weak and far too open for his liking right now, but he could get used to being surrounded by the warmth of her body, her fingers running through his hair.  ‘That doesn’t seem very fair, they’re little monsters and deserve to be called as such,” he whispers and there’s no heart behind it, because he’s too focused on how kiss swollen her lips are.  He feels like his heart might explode when he looks at her, chin in his hand so he can kiss her properly, and her lips are red from being kissed all morning and her eyes are lighter and she’s smiling, genuinely. She is wrapped in his sheets and she’s carrying his children and god, he thinks he’s in love with her and that’s terrifying. He’s so scared of falling for someone and letting it break him again, but he also wants to.  But instead of saying all of that, he lets her kiss him again, feels her smile against his lips and laughs against hers when she blames him for the fluttering of baby feet against her growing stomach “they are pains in the ass like me I imagine” he sympathizes. When she brings up names, he stops, pulls back and furrows his brows. She’s right, they haven’t and well, truthfully they’re nearly three months out from these babies being born. He kisses her quickly one last time before rolling back onto his side of the bed, pulling himself to sit on his side and face her “you’re right, we haven’t” he agrees, “so lets.”

Amari sighed. When her father had told her to go check on Elias and his business, she could have forewarned her that he was now the owner of two businesses. Although, her father still didn’t know that she no longer danced ballet, so for the sake of not incriminating herself, she figured she’d keep her frustration to herself.

“And what a playground it is,” The brunette commented with a coy smile. It was the perfect venue; sensual, yet classy, just like Elias himself. In hindsight, she should have asked her father for more information on Elias and his business ventures before accepting his offer and hopping on the next trans-continental flight to Washington. And yet here she was; impulsively unaware of her ex-boyfriend’s life after their break-up. “Well, I couldn’t forget that if I tried.” Amari added, laughed dryly.

Amari had never been ashamed in her body, yet she reached for her jeans anyways, sliding off her heels before pulling the pants over her tanned legs. However, she decided to keep the lingerie showing on the top half of her body, leaning back against the couch again. “Well, clearly that’s the case here. I don’t tend to make a spectacle of stripping in the middle of random businesses.” She spoke cooly, inspecting a nail and making casual eye contact with the man. “No, my father was a little too pre-occupied recovering to fully break down every business venture of yours. And I didn’t think that would be the ideal time to tell him that his little girl gave up dancing ballet to take her clothes off for money.”

“Well I don’t settle anything less than the best, darling, as you very well know” he says and his tone is dripping with flirtatiousness that feels off, a little bit, but it’s there, because it’s who he is, really and well, it’s also what’s expected of him. He didn’t know that Amari would be here. His manager had said he had dancers to see and that he’d just tell her which ones he liked best after the fact.  Seeing her again after what had happened between them, her cheating, his leaving. It feels like a weight is in his stomach, but he doesn’t want her to know that. He can’t let her know  that it took him years just to work through what happened and even still it affects him. So he flits with her, because that’s what he’s good at.  

He watched as she slid her jeans back on and he made note that she kept her top off, which, okay, he had seen naked women before and this was no different. Hell, he had dancers in the club every night, this wasn’t a big deal.  In fact, he had seen her naked enough before. This was not a problem at all.  He stands up for a brief moment, opens the door to the VIP room to find a waitress or a bartender or somebody, and has them bring in drinks, whiskey neat for both of them. Once he’s back settled next to her on the couch, he hands her one of the glasses. He takes a sip of his and sighs “You want to work here, at my club?” he asks, because he doesn’t know how he feels about having to be in close proximity to her all of the time, but he also realizes that outside of the hurt he had gone through, Amari is Raphs daughter and, that makes her family in some weird way. He also remembers how he used to be the one to keep an eye on her, to keep her safe, and since she’s new to the city, he can’t help but feel overwhelmingly protective again. At least at LUX he could keep an eye on her again.  “Your father helped pay for this business venture, so I’d imagine it would’ve come up before, but,” he stops and takes a breath, finally allows himself to clear his head from the surprise, looks at her. “You look good” he tells her, and it’s not because she’s wearing lingerie in front of him, she looks older but in a good way, more mature.  Her hair is a bit longer, he’s noticed.  He furrows his brows “we are the best club in the city and I’d hate to send you off somewhere inferior.” 

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The lawyer met his gaze for a prolonged couple of seconds, feeling the way his eyes bore into her own like he could see through the layers of her that she tried to hide from everyone else, except with him it just wasn’t an option. Not because she was worn down by the pregnancy because her resolve had remained the same with literally anyone else in her life, but the way their trust had built she felt him breaking down the wall without her even really noticing. Chipping away at it bit by bit until before she knew it there was a gaping hole she hadn’t even seen appearing, one that allowed him to look into the parts of her she kept hidden from everyone else. Well, they were official now, so she was going to have to learn to communicate with him on a new level before too long that was for sure. “What are you looking at?” She murmured, even though she was matching his stare just as intently. Her perfectly plucked eyebrows rose at the brisk demand that she reschedule her ten am meeting as if that was something she did all the time, instead of something she hadn’t done since she had been stuck in hospital back in New York after being attacked in her own home a few years ago. Laughing with genuine amusement she shook her head, nudging his nose right back once she had done so. “You know my job doesn’t work like that, plus I’m potentially going to need to call out sometimes as I get more heavily pregnant, I don’t want people to think I can’t handle my job anymore. Then they’ll start penalising me for having a vagina like they do everyone else.” This was a real concern of Casey’s ever since she had started to get an idea of what gender inequality was and how it was going to seriously affect her life. It was something that made her blood boil every time she thought about it, which was exactly why there was no way in fiery hell she’d ever allow someone to manipulate it against her any more viciously than they probably already could and would. “It’s only seven thirty though, I don’t even have to get up for an hour and a half if I want to still make the meeting, you might think you are some kind of eating out marathon runner but I’m pretty sure you’d need a rest after that long anyway.” She tried to placate him, laughing again as he spoke about his reputation, pretty sure she didn’t need to say anything to a soul. If things carried on as they were right now he’d ruin it for himself because out of the two of them Elias was the one that enjoyed PDA at the club. Not to mention at the halloween party he hardly kept his hands to himself until she’d finally agreed to leave with him just to stem the amount of sappy crap he was whispering in her ear about how beautiful she looked.

As he hovered above her Casey couldn’t help but feel a tug of lust in her chest at how his chest rippled with muscle right in front of her eyes. When he was in a suit the man looked incredibly hot, suave, but when he removed his clothes was when you could really see how much attention he paid to his physique. It left her baffled as to how she’d ever managed to pull his attention when no doubt he could have anyone who walked into his line of sight, but right at this second she wasn’t going to argue with it, instead she just ran her fingers across the ripples for a couple of seconds, smirking to herself. Attention pulled by the conversation regarding their twin girls, unborn twin girls, she caressed his curls with one hand and her bump with the other. Her way of showing both parties equal attention since they held at much emotion for her as the other. If these two children came out with his ability to look like an adorable puppy dog all the better, but the way his face twisted into a look of panicked shock when she mentioned his little nickname for her the girl couldn’t help but laugh. Her stomach moving with the effort of it, she moved the hand from his hair to cover her own eyes with it, almost wishing she hadn’t said it but it was too late for that. Plus there was no way they were going to retain the information she’d just uttered, the lawyer wasn’t sure where they were in their development stages but they weren’t at a point where they could understand what ‘cum slut’ even meant. “Oh please, if they only retain that after all the different things you’ve called me in bed since their conception we’re very lucky, especially some of the things you called me in that bathroom stall.” The quick fuck they had enjoyed during the bassinet shopping trip had involved a lot of dirty talk particularly from the father to be, not that Casey was complaining at all. Putting her hand under his chin as he asked in earnest about what made her think the twins recognised his voice her heart melted a little. She would never tire of seeing just how excited being a father had started to make him, no one else would ever understand just how pure it was when Elias asked her these kinds of questions, just the two of them sharing this experience together. It was certainly a highlight she hadn’t been expecting. “Why do I think they recognise your voice? Because they move more when you’re around, well when you’re talking. At least recently. It was only flutterings up until about two weeks ago but the other day when I had you on speakerphone one of them booted me right in the side, pretty sure it was because we weren’t talking about them actually.” The brunette pulled a face, rolling her eyes a bit. “Little asshole.”

She was staring back and Elias felt something tug on his heart, the vulnerability in her eyes likely reflected his own.  He knew that between them both, neither of them knew how to fully open up to someone.  He knew for himself that he didn’t have a handle on his feelings,  and while he knew Casey certainly had feelings, she didn’t have a habit of showing them.  But with Casey he feels like everything is different, like sure, he’s still terrified of the way she makes him feel, like his stomach swoops and his breath catches whenever she’s around, but he’s also okay with letting her see those parts of him, with her seeing parts of him no one else is able to. And he’s not even actively doing it. His walls just break down in her presence, he falls comfortable in her presence. When she asks what he’s looking at, he smiles at her, gentle and warm as he lifts a hand to press to her cheek, runs his thumb across it and shrugs. He wants to tell her that he thinks he’s in love with her, but he knows that’ll scare her, and honestly he’s not sure how he feels about saying those words yet, either. Soe he shakes his head “just you, you’re beautiful” he whispers. When she laughs at his suggestion of her rescheduling her meeting, he gives her a look, narrows his eyes in amusement. “I realize that the workplace is incredibly unfair to women, even more so when they’re pregnant, but do you think they’d give you shit for taking time off because of the babies?” he asks, and, before he even finishes his sentence he realizes that yes, they would “okay yeah they probably would.” He makes a face, wishes it wasn’t the case.  “Not enough time” he disagrees with her, smirking. “never enough time for me to do what I want with you. I could drag it out all day” he tells her, and she knows he could, and would, if she gave him the time.

Caseys fingers over the muscles in his chest and abdomen combined with the look on her face just left a smug smirk across his lips. He spends a lot of time in the gym so he can look this way and he can admit that he’s more than glad when she openly appreciates it. But then they’re talking about the girls and Elias’ focus is pointedly on them the entire time from then on. With Caseys hand in his hair, talking to the twins, he thinks he could probably stay like this all day, in this moment, in their little bubble. When she laughs at her own words, and probably about his tone when he scolded her, he smiled softly. He thought it was amusing too, that he, of all people, would scold her for her words, especially after all the things he’d called her in bed. His memory goes back to the bathroom stall at the mention of it, and he shrugs a shoulder “heat of the moment, darling.  I can’t help what I say when I’m inside you,” and he knows that he’s called her worse that cum slut, probably did some pretty filthy things to her too, and if he was being honest he wasn’t going to stop doing those things. Their sex life was…well it was the reason they ended up here in the first place. With two little girls on the way, two little girl who every time he thought about them he felt lighter, excited and scared and a host of other things. When she pressed her hand under his chin, and when she did he caught her eye again, waiting for her answer. When she tells him, he knows the grin that falls over his face reaches his eyes. “Is that so?” he asks, and it’s a murmur, and he looks at her as his free hand slides back down to her stomach. “They’re daddy’s girls already, it seems” he says, running his hand over her bump slowly, and then he laughs fully when she calls one of them a little asshole “oh but I can’t call them goblins?!” he asks and the happiness, the excitement in his voice is evident. “I love them, I love them so much” he says, and looks down at her, brings his hand up to cup her chin and lets out a soft laugh “and you…I…” he swallows thickly and leans in to kiss her, instead.

Parker couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, because for the first time in his life, it seemed his problem was that he was too desirable. He had his girlfriend - a lovely, sweet girl of his dreams - but now Isaac had found his way back into the picture, saying things that were enough to throw his entire life off balance. “I’d settled for no permanent damage at this point,” he sighed. “I’ve never been in a fight before. Not sure I was particularly graceful about it…” 

“Yes well we can’t always get what we want, a little bruising that won’t last long, I’m sure” he shrugs his shoulder and gives the kid a look. He looks bad, of course, because he had gotten punched in the face and God knows what else, but he also looks, well, he’s not sure what, as he’s not exactly in tune wit his own feelings, let alone someone elses. But that laugh is unsettling. Elias raises his eyebrows “luckily for you, I’ve been in plenty. No one is graceful during a fight. Unless you’re me of course but we can’t all be” he says, laughter in his voice. “Come on then, let’s get some ice on that before it gets worse.”

Amari froze in place for a moment before straightening up, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She wasn’t expecting to see Elias in this circumstance, half naked in front of him. Of course, it was a sight he’d seen plenty of times, but not since they’d been together. Part of her wanted to cover herself up, but where was the fun in that? She had a great body, and she adored the outfit she’d chosen to impress the boss of the club, and she intended to do just that.

“Well, certainly wasn’t expecting the boss of this place to be the devil himself, but here we are.” Amari smirked, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her body temperature rising, but she needed to keep a front. The calm, collected woman that gave zero fucks. She sauntered across the room, plucking the glass from his hand and taking a small sip. “Although, it doesn’t surprise me. Booze, women, and drugs. You never change, hm?”

The brunette placed the glass back in his hand and sat down on the couch, crossing one tanned leg over the other. “Well, obviously I’m applying for a job.” She replied cooly, leaning back, her arms resting on the back of the couch. “My father says hello, by the way. He had a heart attack, you know. Wants me to come check on your business. He failed to mention this was one of them, though.”

He had learned a long time ago how to cover up whatever he was feeling, to not let it show on his face or his body language. Feelings, of course, could be seen as weakness and in his line of work you couldn’t be weak. He applies that same state of mind to this situation. He hasn’t seen Amari in years, though he has kept vague tabs on her, from her dad and people he used to work with in New York, so he knew she was safe, alive, all of that. But beyond that, it was nothing. Even when he would go see Raph in New York,  he somehow manage to evade her.

“The devil does need a playground after all” he says with a smirk and a shrug of his shoulders. He feels a lot of emotions all at once right now, surprise, anger, and confusion. Mostly confusion. Why is she naked in his club right now? How did she not, with being in contact with her father, know that he owned Lux? He remembers back when she had started dancing, but surely she wasn’t still dancing, was she? He figured at this point Raph would know. He seems he was wrong though. Just like she is, at least a little bit, about how he hasn’t changed. He doesn’t disclose that information though, just watches as she takes his drink, “and men, don’t forget the men, I’m an equal opportunity lover” he reminds her, laughter that feels forced in his voice.

He looked at the glass she placed in his hand and sighed, finishing it off and placing the glass on the table in front of him. He should’ve made sure a waitress was at the door to bring him more because he feels like he’ll need it. “You’re applying to dance here, at LUX?” he asks, and well, that’s obvious considering she’s half naked in front of him. “I can see why, of course, we’re the best club around,” he adds, as to not sound as confused as he truly is. “I know about the heart attack” he assures her, because he has to know about these things, he is, of course, the right hand man.  “He sent you to check on my business but didn’t tell you what my business was?” he shakes his head “put your clothes back on, love.”

The knot in her stomach that had arrived upon hearing Elias speak about her having a lot to tell instantly eased when he acknowledged that was a conversation for another day, because despite having shared with him that she’d originally had a different plan for herself that didn’t mean she was ready to expose her whole past. To Casey that was an old life she had done the hard work to leave behind, extracting it from herself once more would no doubt be like pulling blood from a stone, neither of them wanted that right now when everything was so soft for once. Since their relationship had only started moments ago you couldn’t say for once in their relationship, but they had been in a kind of one for the last couple of months. Growing stronger each day they spent together, neither had really been entirely comfortable with the other sleeping with others more recently, now they knew it thought. “Thank you.” The lawyer whispered as she pressed her lips against his once more, softly, more of a whisper of a kiss than anything else but she truly was appreciative of him letting the further investigation slide for a second. “As for making it up to me, are you really expecting me to admit I was teasing when you offer up a consolation prize like that? I don’t think I can cancel all my plans though, I have a meeting at ten am that isn’t really optional.” There was the old Casey once more. Still she could feel his reaction to the feelings his body against hers caused, rolling her hips a little harder, letting out a quiet moan at the base of her throat. “I almost like it…almost….” Maybe a little more than almost actually, but that went without saying. “You’re a bit sappy, a bit very sappy, but it’s kind of cute. I’ve not seen this side of you much so maybe it’s going to be a bit more present, as long as you don’t go too far otherwise I’ll end up nauseous-“ Her sentence was cut off completely by his lips, a laugh coming out of her, feeling how he was making sure not to let himself put his weight on her and consequently the babies. Even that in itself was pretty sweet and had a small smile appearing on her face.

A lot had changed with the two of them recently, both as a unit as well as separately, and in the rare moment she paused during her day to think about it the woman became hyper aware of it. The way she would get an uncomfortable feeling in her chest at the thought of what Elias’ day job meant in terms of him being around half naked women or the way she recently just assumed she was going to his after work, there had certainly been a shift in the dynamic of her life. Watching the way he whispered to their unborn daughters was a sight the lawyer never thought she’d ever want to see more of, but here they were and she wanted him to stay whispering to them like this for the rest of the day. Looking down at him with soft eyes the smile on her lips matched that completely, he might not think it but Casey was starting to think Elias was born to be a father, and she wasn’t mad it was to her babies. “I don’t love it, you can’t call them grubby little womb goblins that’s…fucking…ew…” A shudder rippled through her physically even if he had followed it up with a cute little whisper to the twins, if she hadn’t been in love with him before she was slipping into it rapidly now. Hand pressed against her own stomach the lawyer swallowed, nodding her brunette head a couple of times, unable to deny that she loved them in some weird way and was excited to meet them. Not excited enough to want it to be right now, but still. “You read that? Interesting, you want to test the theory maybe? Call me a cum slut again and we’ll see if they have any kind of reaction to it.” She was unable to stop herself from saying in a teasing tone, lifting herself up onto her elbows to better see the cute way his face slowly reddened at the realisation of what he had been doing. Coming back into the room. “I’m joking, obviously, I think they recognise your voice for sure.” Because she did, they kicked more often when he was around after all.

Elias likes to think that despite not knowing everything there is to know about who Casey used to be, he knows a lot about who she is now. She can pretend that she is closed off, but he can read her.  Which is why he can tell the very idea about opening up to him right now isn’t sitting well with her, and because he understands that on a chemical level, he doesn’t force her anything, just promises her that they don’t need to talk about it right now.  He knows that soon, they’ll both have to deal with telling each other about who they used to be, how they got here. But he figures that’ll be best for future Elias and Casey to deal with. He’s too preoccupied with the feeling of her lips against his anyway.  The kiss she presses to his lips is barely there, not nearly enough, considering he can’t actually get enough of her, but it’s sweet especially because it’s intended as a thank you. He nudges his nose against hers in acknowledgement, as if to say there was no need to say thank you at all. “Reschedule it” he says, because now that the idea is in his head he can’t really get it out.  It helps when she rolls her hips against his, though his brain does go fuzzy for a moment, he also knows that meetings aren’t at the top of her mind “as your boyfriend, it’s my job to go down on you until my jaw gives out” he tells her, as if that wasn’t his job long before this, but he knows that between her hormones and the mix of emotion between them that she wants that just as much as he does.  He does find her amusing, though, that she fights so hard to pretend like she doesn’t like the sappy almost romantic side of him, he can’t help but laugh against her lips “well it’s only for you, if anyone else finds out what a sap I’m being my reputation is ruined” he jokes before letting himself get lost in another kiss, relishing in the way he can feel her smile against his lips.

When he had finally realized, just days before, that he didn’t want to be with anyone else but Casey, it opened up a whole new can of worms of his actually feelings for her. He wanted to commit to her, to be her boyfriend. Which hadn’t happened since Amari and well, that was an absolute disaster. But with Casey it feels right, with the twins, it feels like it all sort of fell into place properly. He doesn’t think he’s ever wanted it like this with anyone else. When he finally realized, well, it also made him realize that it was a long time coming. From the jealousy that would flare in her eyes when he saw her with other men, when he heard about her with other men. A nasty trait it was, he knew, but still one that coursed through him at an alarming rate. There was the way he wanted to be around her more, and in the beginning he thought it was because of the twins, and maybe it was, but along the way he just wanted her presence around him, even if she worked while he read, or played piano or sometimes, as of late, made them lunch or dinner.  All of those things should have been warning signs that were leading to this, them making their thing official. He’s still whispering, talking to her stomach, still unsure and worried his babies don’t know it’s him but chancing it anyway, and when Caseys fingers find his curls he grins up at her, and then laughs softly, pressing a kiss to her stomach “they’re certainly womb goblins no matter what you think of the phrasing, my dear” he says in return, because honestly he’s grown quite fond of calling them that, much better than the multiple horrid names he had come up with when he first learned about them.  He thinks about how she smacked him when he said crotch fruit.  He smiles at the memory before his eyes shoot up to hers, darkening not of his own volition. “Casey” he hisses, and okay yeah he had called her that, and many other things in bed while she was pregnant, but once he learned they could hear him well, that was a different ballpark he tried to town it down , though he often gave in to the heat of the moment, “what if they retain that?” he says, cringing, even if, okay, part of him hearing her say those words makes him want to crawl up her body and reattach his lips to hers.  He does just that and then, when she admits she thinks the babies know his voice, he grins at her “you think so? Why do you think that?” he asks, eyes flashing bright again in excitement.

Moving back, Gibby’s hands were now pinned between his back and the surface of the wall beside the door, his nails gently scraping over the wallpaper as he looked at Elias, anticipating what it was that he wanted to talk about. A part of him knew what this would be about, he supposed, especially after his encounter with Casey in this very apartment, and a part of him had always expected it to happen, which was why he was never overly attached to this arrangement. When the admission finally came, Gibby sucked in a breath through his teeth, fingers tapping behind him as he slowly whistled out a breath. “Well, that’s that, I guess.” Though rejection wasn’t something he was well-adjusted to, regardless of whether or not the thing was important to him, he was much, much better at saving face amidst humiliation. And having someone tell him basically that they didn’t want him anymore was a blow to his very fragile ego. “Is this about Casey?”

Elias can read Gibbys body language, and, it’s not good. He can tell his words don’t help at all but what else can he do but be honest? He knows that this arrangement they had was never meant to be more than what it was, a way for both of them to get off, but he also knew that alongside that they were friends. Gibby knew the in and outs of both of his business, and, well he trusted him with those things, which was rare. “This seems very final when I assure you it’s not. You still have full access to LUX, and we’re still friends, I’d like to think” he says, and his tone is almost hopeful. He hates to admit that he actually likes someone but he does. His eyebrows go up though, when he’s asked if it’s about Casey. Elias sighs, and runs a hand over his face “I think I just want to be with her, officially” he says as his answer, shrugging a single shoulder as he finishes buttoning his shirt :”If I’m being perfectly honest I think I’m falling in love with her” he finally says, and that is the first time he’s ever been that honest about his feelings for her. He stops though, gives him a look “what, besides the pregnancy thing, made you think it was about her?”

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“I can assure you I’ve faked it with you before, I’m sure I’m not the only one either.” A complete lie but it was too fun to wind him up so naturally the lawyer wasn’t going to pass it up, trying to suppress her smirk before failing at that miserably. Still it was impossible to miss the way his expression darkened in his own special brand of seduction, his expression looked like he was going to literally eat her up, which for some reason turned the lawyer on as per usual. Maybe she was more fucked up than even she thought, but the danger that Elias brought into her life was innocent and risky all at the same time, she knew he’d never hurt her himself but sometimes his expression made it look like he could. Passively she nodded as he commented on how she’d never mentioned wanting to be a surgeon, probably because there was a very good reason for that, but she was hesitant to explain when they were seemingly in such a good place. Speaking about her mother would just upset the girl in a way the club owner would never have seen before that was for sure. She was a different person when forced to face the emotions that came with her mother’s death which was why she avoided that at all costs. “Don’t be too excited, I don’t have very much to tell.” Diminishing her own past in just a few simple words.

The way he rolled his hips against hers was tantalising to the expectant woman, the roll of her eyes giving way to them fluttering closed as she just hummed under her breath, kissing him back easily as her breath caught in her throat. As appealing as the idea of him showing her exactly what he meant right now was, her attention was being pulled in about four different directions right now and the one that won was them actually becoming an official couple. Not something she ever thought would happen when they had first started sleeping together, or even when she got pregnant, because Casey wasn’t the kind of person who entered into sappy relationships if she could help it. Apparently she just couldn’t help it when Elias was considered. Dropping a kiss onto his shoulder as he explained the two different sides to himself she couldn’t help but feel the warmth spread inside her, for god knows what reason. She still couldn’t explain the hold he had over her emotions but it was something she was slowly starting to accept as impossible to resist, melting against his body instead. “I almost like this side of you, it’s not the worst side of Elias I’ve ever been privy to, even if he’s apparently a giant sap.” Still she wasn’t put off from kissing him sweetly once more, wrapping her arms around his neck so she could feel his skin warm against her own, still slowly coming out of her sleepy haze that made this even more…comfortable in the way it was making her feel in his company. Biting his bottom lip impossibly softly the brunette pulled on it slightly, rubbing her nose against his tenderly.

The feeling of the two of them interacting with their unborn children was alien to Casey, having his eyes warm tenfold from just the fluttering against the palm of his hands, making her laugh a little because it was so adorable. That someone, a self proclaimed badass, could be brought to their knees by the feeling of a baby kicking their hand from inside it’s mother’s stomach, but apparently that was exactly what was happening to him. “Like her dad? That makes sense, she’s causing me pain just like her father where as the other one isn’t bothering me, like her mother.” One hand going to her forehead as he moved down to start whispering to her stomach the lawyer laughed, shaking her head a couple of times. “Oh my god you can’t call them precocious little goblins! That’s a horrible thing to call them!” She exclaimed, giving his temple a prod with her finger before lapsing into silence because the way he was talking to the twins, their daughters, by calling himself their dad and telling them how much he loved them … was enough to turn her into jelly. It was so pure, she’d never seen this side of the nightclub devil, but now she didn’t want it to stop anytime soon. The hand she’d used to prod his temple instead moved to stroke across his hair as he kissed her belly again, smile slipping onto her lips. This feeling of family was one she’d not felt in a very long time, Casey didn’t realise just how much her life had been missing it until it had come back in some shape or form.

  Elias’ eyes narrow, and his eyebrows go up “I don’t believe that for a second, but, if you insist” he gives her a look, lifts a hand to cup her cheek and run his thumb across it “then you’ll have to cancel all of your plans for the rest of the day, because I plan on thoroughly making it up to you,” it’s a promise he intends on keeping, even if her claims aren’t true. He knows she’s teasing him, of course, likes to get underneath his skin, even in moments like this where it’s quiet soft mornings, just the two of them. He likes that about her, that even when she’s warm smiles and gentle touches she’s still got some bite to her.  His eyes narrow again, but this time it’s in concern. Casey has always been pretty quiet about her past, which he understood, considering he never told her about his father. He hadn’t really pushed for her to share because he had never wanted to have been pushed himself.  But, he thinks that dating, and even more so, having children with someone, meant getting to know them more. He wanted to know her more. “For some reason I think you have quite a lot to tell, but that’s a conversation for a later date” he promises, because it looks like she still doesn’t want to talk about it, and he doesn’t want to push her now and ruin everything.

Seeing how she reacts to the smallest bit of friction is enough for him to almost loose himself in their kiss . That’s almost though, because he’s mostly thinking about the fact that Casey hasn’t tried to run, hasn’t pulled away to focus on work and hasn’t denied him. He knows that she cares about him, this over the past few months, has been obvious, bur he also knows she doesn’t exactly do relationships. Neither does he, for that matter, so it’s an odd mix and a surprising outcome that they’re both still here, both saying yes to committing to each other  “Oh you almost like it, huh?” He asks, laughing softly and pressing a kiss to her lips before continuing, “I’m not a sap I’m just…” and he stops, considers his next words “Okay, maybe I’m a little bit sappy, but you’re bringing it out of me,” he teases,  and doesn’t give her a chance to argue that, instead kissing her soundly.  When she wraps her arms round his neck he leans into the kiss just the tiniest bit more, keeping one of his hands planted on the bed to balance himself over her, the other gripping into her hip, anchoring. Her teeth tugging on his bottom lip just has him whimpering, has him wanting more.  But they have all day for that.

Elias remembers months ago when he would see a child and move at least ten miles away. He didn’t hate them but they weren’t exactly his thing. Sometimes, even now he still feels a little weird around children, but he’s trying, because he knows soon enough he’ll have two of his own to be around. When it comes to them though, he is throwing himself in headfirst, despite the fact that he’s terrified of what kind of father he’ll be. But he’s so wrapped up in these twins he tries to push those fears aside. “Don’t pretend like you don’t love it” he says, because he knows something in her does. She prods at his face from his place near her stomach, poking at him for calling the twins goblins, so he grins up at her, eyes light and full of excitement like a child on Christmas morning. “They’re grubby little womb goblins and I absolutely adore them,” he explains, and the last part is directed towards her stomach again, tone filled with sickeningly sweet adoration.  When her hand goes to run over his hair he grins warmly up at her again “you hear that?” he asks, and he’s whispering again, talking to babies who have no idea what he’s saying, but he hopes they can at least hear the sound of his voice “your dad loves you and,” he stops, reaches for her hand and leans up to press a kiss to her palm before he presses it just where he’s been pressing kisses to her stomach again “and so does your mum, and we’re both very excited to meet you.,” he tells them, dropping one last kiss to her stomach before he’s moving back up her body. He finds and catches her gaze when he finally does, eyebrows going up. “I read somewhere that it’s good to talk to them, that they learn to recognize our voices.” he murmurs, feeling the heat rushing to his cheeks as he explains his brief moment of talking to her stomach. 

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“Alright, well everything looks good here.” Amari nodded, bored, glancing down at her nails while the person opposite her looked over her resume. Of course it looks good, the brunette thought to herself; she was incredible at what she did, she took pride in it. “All you gotta do now is impress the boss man, and you’ve got the job.” Amari smiled. “Piece of cake. Just show me where I can go change and send him my way.” She spoke smoothly, her voice laced with lust. She knew how to put on a show, and if impressing the boss was her ticket in, she may as well just start collecting a check right then and there.

She followed the person who’d interviewed her into the back, tossing her brunette locks over her shoulder. “Thank you.” She shot them a smile and entered the room, shrugging out of her top and shimmying her jeans off of her toned legs. She had chosen an outfit in a deep maroon, which stood out against her bronzed skin, her hair loose and cascading down her back. She turned her back to the door, checking her makeup in the mirror when she heard the door open, and then close.

“Well, I heard you’re the man to impress.” She spoke in a low voice, twisting a lock of dark hair around her finger, her back turned to the man. She slipped her feet back into her heels and turned slowly, the smirk on her face falling into one of shock in less than a second. “Oh my god.” She breathed. “Elias.”

Lacey gets a job on some popstars tour, and so he ends up having to audition new dancers for the club. He has his manager go through the casting, and then, the interview process because he has about ten different things on his plate lately. But his manager insist that he be the one to actually run the audition, and so he has to free up space to watch a handful of girls get half naked and dance for him. Really, he knows how much of a dick he sounds like for complaining about that. He knows it’s the dream for a lot of people, but he’s got two businesses to run and a pregnant girlfriend to worry about and this just feels like it’s on the bottom of the list.

He hates showing up late, especially to his own meetings, but it can’t be helped. He had a business lunch, someone needed a favor and well, that was part of the job after all. But it ran a little over, and now he’s rushing into LUX with apologizes to the staff that’s already there. He stops at the bar though, pours himself a tumbler full of whiskey and then, he’s headed towards the VIP rooms, open space to audition someone, but enough privacy so they won’t get nervous or embarrassed.

He’s just settling in when someone walks into the room, and well, from what he can see their body is good, which, and he hates how shallow it truly is, it’s important to the job. “Hello” he says, in that constantly flirtatious tone he has, just as the girl turns slowly towards him and he nearly chokes on the whiskey in his mouth.  He swallows it instead and considers his best course of action. He goes for unbothered “Well it wasn’t exactly the reunion I was expecting but,” he stops, intentionally licks over his bottom lip “I can’t say I’m complaining,” he pauses, and chuckles to himself “I had a feeling I’d seen the backside before,” and then he takes another sip from his drink before leaning back in his seat “Amari. What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks, and it’s calm, collected, concerned, even. 

He was pissed off, evident by the clenched jaw and the tightening grip on Matti’s shoulder. It didn’t make sense — how the hell did his luck manage to fester in the most horrid of ways? Running into a few ex-flames, getting decked in the face by a former friend, and now this. By the way Matti had spoken to him about his mentor, Ethan figured that the guy had to be some sort of charismatic business aficionado, but the last thing he expected him to be was Elias Morgan. “Apparently,” he admitted gruffly, wondering how the hell he was supposed to deal with the situation considering the glimmer in Matti’s eye as he looked up at Elias.

“Hey, bud, how about you go grab a milkshake or something from one of the stands,” Ethan suggested, reaching into his pocket for a crumpled twenty-dollar bill before handing it to his son. Once the teenager skipped away, he turned to the club owner once again. “I don’t know what kind of sick game your playing here, Morgan, but I am not fucking comfortable with you sittin’ down with my kid  and filling his head with God knows what goes through that fucking brain of yours.”

One small part of his other job, the one that didn’t involve running a club, was to be able to read peoples body language. In case they were about to lunge or reach for a weapon or anything of the sort, he had to be able to read them before they noticed. It came in hand in times like this, where he could see the clenching of Ethan’s jaw and amusement clearly shined in his own eyes over it.  He knows that Ethan hates him, and since many people have hated him in his time, he doesn’t think much of it. What’s another one on the list, right?

He watched as Matti was sent off, and his eyebrows rose when he turned back to the other male, trying to bite back the smirk on his lips simply because he didn’t think getting sucker punched because he couldn’t contain his facial expressions was the best idea. He sighs when Ethan is done and then, he shrugs his shoulders “I’m not playing any game. I’m friends with the principle, they asked for me to speak and mentor a child for a class project. I’m just doing a kindness to the community Is that not an admirable trait?” he asks, and though he tries to keep his voice level, his tone of course, is smug. “We meet in the school library twice a week, with the other mentors, and he asks me questions about running one of the most successful businesses in Seattle. Do you want to deprive your child of a valuable lesson and a good letter grade, while we’re at it over a…whatever this” he gestures between them “is?” he gives him a look “or is your ego too bruised that he finds me, of all people so much more interesting than you? Because I get it, I do. It’s hard being boring. I wouldn’t know. But I can guess.”

“Don’t say Target like that, I’m wearing one of their sweaters,” she said, shooting him a dirty look. May lived more than comfortably with the money that came in from her book sales, and from the movie rights she’d sold- but she’d never really been one for extremely fancy things. Hanging out with Elias for the past year had convinced her to indulge when it came to some things-like the newest technology and nice concert tickets, but certainly not baby clothes. “Alright, fine-” she said, with a roll of her eyes, “But you can’t make them match. I used to fucking hate when my parents did that to me and Malcolm. Plus you won’t be able to tell ‘em apart.” Her fingers ran over a few dresses, until she pointed out two, “What about these?” 

“And it’s nice” he says, plucking at the fabric of her sweater for a moment.  He does mean it, it’s a good sweater, stylish and probably far cheaper than the onesies he’s still holding in his hands. And yet, he still doesn’t seem himself shopping for himself at least, at Target anytime soon. He knows that May has good taste and this sweater, while not his thing, was evidence of that. He rolled his eyes at her though, simply because it was instinct. He knew she was judging him for wasting money, but, it was kind of his thing, spending money on the people he cared about, even the unborn ones, apparently. “You don’t think I’ll be able to tell my own kids apart?” he asks, eyebrow raising “and, well, I might not make them match but I have no control over what their mother does to them” he explains, then focusing on the dresses he points out, smiling. “Oh, as far as children's clothes go, I quite like those. Good find” he praises, pulling the two off the rack.  He gives her a look “perhaps...I am over compensating a bit with this, hm?” he finally says, sighing.