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The knocking on the door hadn’t gone unnoticed by Luca. He really thought Dora had heard it, but when she kept riding him and making those little sounds he covered her mouth in his to swallow them up until the woman went away. Unfortunately, she didn’t and though Luca had finished, he had no desire to go to jail. He’d become, somehow, temporarily immune to the beautiful woman’s begging and he only stopped kissing her to let her breathily answer their disruption. When he was sure he’d heard footsteps march off, he gave Dora three deep thrusts and smirked, “A little something to remember me by while you’re in the audience tonight waiting to get home and finish this.” With that he kissed the top of her head and stood her up on wobbly knees. Luca leaned against the wall to straighten himself up and bit his lip as he watched her the entire time. “This is going to be the longest set I’ve ever played.”

...

After their reduced time in the changing room, they managed to sneak out with no trouble. She paid for the dress, changed into it and so they were off to the venue, as if nothing had happened. As if her body wasn’t still aching for him, as if he hadn’t just obscenely fucked her in a place they shouldn’t. Her legs were weak by their doing, and just as he had predicted - she couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen next, once they were alone and free to lose themselves within each other.

She began to rock, an uneasy feeling overcoming her. She was either on the verge of making a run for it or throwing up. It’s still you, you know? GOD, the more his words played, the broader her realization went; that maybe she had been feeling something similar for years. That maybe the man she paraded around with just filled a void to someone she lost long ago. Iker was always the one Abigail pictured her life with. But, divorce happened, pulling her parents apart and forcing Abigail to eventually move out and in with her father in another state. While she encountered many moments to reach out, she always stopped, making up excuses that he had moved on. College would come, and soon enough, she was focusing on what kind of world she’d carve for herself.

It’s still you, you know? FUCK. She couldn’t keep those few words from replaying in her mind. Her fingers found a way into her brown locks while she rested her head into them, her arms propping up against the table. The noticeable and rather unsettling silence between them was so achingly present that she almost screamed. But his interjection ceased her thoughts for now. “I don’t think I can pretend right now.” her eyes look for him beneath her lashes. “I should go.” she says, “Maybe it’s best we only spend time with each other with our partners until we-uh, figure this out.”

There was a large wave of guilt creeping upon him. Even when his words had been honest, Iker was more than aware she didn’t need to know. He had no right to put that kind of weight on her shoulders, not when neither of them was in a position to do something about it. Whatever laughter and chill moments they were having minutes ago, seemed to dissipate within the air like an old cloud of tension and confusion started to cover them. Iker wanted to shrink.

“Probably different timing. I’m usually here as soon as they get things off the oven, before they open sometimes. I take a lot of night shifts and need the fuel,” she overexplained and was about to give even more detail as to why she liked working nights but she cut herself off, not wanting to monopolize the conversation or overshare, yet again. The good thing was that he wasn’t running away with some excuse or other, nor he was trying to explain why he hadn’t texted her and she was happy about it because she wasn’t feeling like explaining why she hadn’t texted him either. ‘hey, i really liked you and overshared about my dead brother and i’m terrified’about where this could lead to’ was probably not a good conversation starter but this small talk about the pattiserie she could handle.

Wanda was about to explain again that she had to get the coffee and pastries to go when he offered getting things delivered to the guys and that was just entirely too cute for her not to agree. He was really trying and she thought, what the hell.  “I’d like that,” she said simply with a small smile. “I look like I’ve been up for 12 hours and operating for 3 but you don’t seem to mind so,” she shrugged it off and went on. “What if you get us a table and I get the things to go and just take them to the guys and come back real quick? Would that be a good compromise? They’re expecting to see me, and a couple of them should go home too.”

Elias nodded in understanding, smiling fondly at her as she spoke. They hadn’t known each other for a while (or at all, given they’ve only had a date), but it was thrilling to learn more and more things about her. It was strange, too, as he hadn’t had that much interest for anyone in what seemed like years. He remembers sitting across from her at that restaurant they had been at, talking and getting to know each other - he remembers the way he was smiling, and he remembers how easy it seemed to go. How natural it seemed, too. To learn and listen to everything she decided to share with him - no matter how light or obscure it could be.

After her confession, it felt like he was looking at her with new eyes but nothing had really changed. They had just admitted their true feelings for one another and now their relationship could begin in earnest — not for their friends’ benefit, but for them. His eyes were trained on her, noting various details he hadn’t noticed before and he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy. This was the person he loved, his best friend, his confidant, his girl. “I …” He chuckled feeling a little bashful at the question. Although a part of him worried that this was some sort of delusion that he had conjured up somehow, he didn’t allow his focus to stray from her. “Don’t know, potentially ruining a friendship with my best friend made me a little cautious, I guess,” he teased lightheartedly. Strangely enough, his nerves hadn’t eased as every movement and touch meant so much more now. Neither one of them was pretending and they were now on the precipice of a true relationship. “What took you so long?”

“Uncertainty,” he repeats slowly, as though tasting every letter of the word. Perhaps the comparison isn’t so far off— a hint of bitterness lingers at the edge of his tongue. Nolan inhales deeply, his breath punctuated with a small laugh when he releases the air. “Is that a motivator for you? The uncertainty of romance? You know how I am: I quite enjoy certainty.” He shakes his head. “There are thrills to that kind of love, but as always, it’s… Consuming, in a way. Of time, of the self.” He need not elaborate; Olivia has been there through it all. 

Thankfully, the waitress returns with their orders in hand, just in time to break his line of thinking before it spills into full-on negativity. The scent of the food is pleasing enough to uplift his spirits, and after thanking the waitress he rubs his hands together. “Shall we dig in?” A split-second of movement before, “—Oh. Unless, ah—” another chuckle, “—unless your creative genius needs a photo of the food?” A tease as timeless as ever. He had always admired her eye for design. “As for my ‘use of time,’ well… Another thing I’m uncertain of.” More things he doesn’t need to elaborate on, but because Olivia has always brought out his truest, most honest self, he continues, “You’ve seen my failures time and time again. Some might say that I’m running back to the city with my ‘tail between my legs.’”

"Mmm..." Olivia shrugs, thinking about his question and nodding along at his remark. She knows what he means. "I think about certainty. I think I prefer that kind of stability..." a chuckle, pausing to gather her thoughts. "And when it comes to everything in my life, I have to consider Lu. No matter how much she is involved, that's... my second nature, by now. But then again... When it comes to romance, it's also exciting to not know what to expect? The thrill of it all, maybe. I'm not sure how to explain it. Balance, perhaps.” she ends with a nod, understanding where he was coming from, agreeing with him.

She’d worked hard to hide how she’d felt about him over the years. Having a crush on a best friend and it working out was something that happened in the movies, not in real life. And the last thing she wanted to do was lose him over something so silly as an unrequited crush; it was why she hadn’t said anything to him about it. Especially since she was certain he didn’t feel the same way. He had been a part of her life for so long, and she wanted to keep him in it but clearly her feelings for him had been at the forefront of her mind. 

“Yeah,” she nodded again with a laugh. “Yes please,” the blonde grinned up at him, leaning into him slightly as they walked. “Hey, Brendan? Thank you for coming to pick me up.” She was still tipsy at this point, but soon enough she’d be sober and have to deal with the consequences of her confession…or choose to ignore it. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

...

Brendan got a lot of thinking to do. If she was someone else - if that confession had come from someone else, he wouldn’t even need to think about what to do. But the fear of losing her over a drunken confession and a switch into their friendship seemed like a big deal to him. Meant a big deal to him. Even when he thought the world of her, even when he loved her like no other, he had to take a step back and contemplate the bigger picture. Maybe later, or at some convenient time, they could talk about it.

“Alright, alright...” he said with a soft smile, his gaze moving from the path to her a few times, to make sure she was alright. He had no issue holding her - he had done that before, but something about that night made him want to take even more care of her. Hard to explain. “Of course. You know you’ll always have me,” he said, nodding along with his words. He meant them, but then again, they meant a bigger deal that night. “Always.”

“She’s lovely in spite of herself,” Adam explained with a soft smile. He adored his goddaughter, not only because of who her mother was but because the little urchin was already showing her own strong, funny personality. She had so much life and was so innocent and naive, he wanted to keep her safe from the harshness of the world, from death, from shitty people that could harm her. “She’s always trying to impress people. She wants to be an astronaut now, but she’s not very fond of science class,” he shared with a little shrug as he mixed up his chocolate, hoping he wasn’t coming off as a pervert or as too obsessed with his dead partner’s kid, because that didn’t look all too good either. 

But then he confessed he wanted to kiss Eileen and she took a step closer to him. She didn’t run away from him, she wasn’t finding him awkward or too quiet or too annoying. She seemed genuinely comfortable around him and he liked her a little more for it. He couldn’t look away from her, his eyes moving from hers to her lips and while he hesitated, he moved the chocolate away from the heat without looking and impressively without making a mess while he reached to cup her face with his other hand, barely caressing her skin with his fingertips and still a little hesitant, even though she had given him green light. 

After a moment of indecision, he leaned slowly against her, giving her an out if she did before pressing his lips against hers, tasting them slowly as his other hand moved to circle her waist, bringing her closer to him.

The way Adam talked about his goddaughter was mesmerizing, making Eileen smile unconsciously. She loved to know they were comfortable enough around each other to comment about further parts of their lives - to get to know each other even more than they already did. She was in awe of him, and that was something she hadn’t felt for such a long while.

There was something in the air as she searched for his gaze, her heart beating faster as she repeated his words in the back of her head. Even when he was scanning her face, blindly moving the chocolate aside, she felt as if the whole world has stopped for a while. Suddenly there was only them. And Eileen was more than okay with that.

When their lips touched, she was a goner. She followed Adam’s rhythm tenderly, kissing him back as she took a step closer, helping him to pull her closer. One of her hands blindly reached for his cheek, her thumb caressing his skin as the kiss kept on going.

          “We’ll be sure to buy an embarassin’ large bouquet of red roses for you, one of us each, mind you, and cheer you from those nice seats openin’ night.” His words coming with a smile to tease and a chuckle as Faye lightly smacked his arm. “We would n o t,” she had tried to insist but Keith knew better, merely raising a brow and gave her a look that made her back down with a laugh — what a laugh — and of course she nodded, “Okay, maybe we would. Honestly we might even break some of the petals and throw ‘em on stage if we could.” Causing him to laugh, seeing that perfectly in his head. “Aye, bein’ more honest now, aren’t we?” Looking over at Dora with a smile, “She’s bein’ honest now.” Maybe it was a bit bold of them, assuming this date would go beyond a second one, much less attending a play for Dora as well. But he liked her, and he could so easily tell Faye liked her too. Licking his lips and squeezing her hand, he felt a bit more confident than his wife, perhaps, but when the chemistry was right, it was hard to not think positively on the experience.

          Dora’s words were never more true, the married couple exchanging a look, a smile, and Keith couldn’t help but lean over and give Faye a tender kiss on the cheek. A soft hum as he looked upon her wide smile, cheeks just a hint of pink that made his heart melt. “Aye, feelin’ very us is very important, the most important thing anyone can do. It’s kinda easy for us, not a lot of people could say that.” He smiled, watching Faye’s hand rise up and caress his cheek, turning his head to kiss at her knuckles. “Y’know, there was a time where I didn’t think Keith could handle me. Thought he was just the boy next door that I was corruptin’ and any minute he’d try and saddle me with the traditional side of things.” That made him chuckle, “Oh, I remember… Maybe you did corrupt me, though…” Looking over at Dora, he explained, “We were young when we met, I had a bit of a narrow minded way that I think life should be… Then I met Faye and it turned to…well, this. Can’t imagine it bein’ any different.”

          “Nor me,” Faye had said, which made him smile even more. Both had turned to Dora, though, the topic of the wildest thing they’d never tell a soul coming up, sexual or non-sexual. “That’s a tough one…” he let out with a soft hum, looking over at Faye in deep thought as well. He couldn’t help but let his lips twitch, “You’re just strugglin’ with the non-sexual bit, aren’t you?” The near snort coming from her told him she was, making him chuckle. “I knew it. Okay, okay. I’ll handle that one, then….” He let out a hiss of breath, “Erm…” he scratched the back of his head, thinking deep. “God, that’s hard though! We’re so…fuckin’… We pretty much just say anythin’ so any deep dark secrets is like….” Faye had grabbed his arm, “Aye, that’s why I’m strugglin’!” He nodded, and then like that, he thought of something. “Oh. Well… I mean, it’s not that we’re embarrassed by it, but…. When we’re drunk….and sometimes not even… And it’s, I mean, yeah when it’s late…. We’ll do some karaoke type stuff…” Oh god, he heard Faye let out with a laugh. “And like, not the cool stuff, obviously, not traditional cool. Like, your 80s type ballads….and ABBA, lot of ABBA. Like just utter nonsense kinda singin’ that our neighbors never questioned thank god. We never tell our friends ‘bout it, or anyone else, ‘cause we’re just a bunch of absolute loons doin’ this, I dunno if that even counts but, I mean, there it is.”

Dora laughed at his words, feeling her cheeks gain some color even though she was aware they were only teasing. She couldn't help but feel a warm sensation over the image they just put on her mind. Even when she lived freely, she was still a romantic at heart, and watching the way Faye looked at Keith, and Keith looked at Faye, only made Dora want to know more. Want to see more, too.

Maybe it was too early to secure a second, third or fourth date with the couple, but she didn't mind. She knew, if they allowed her, she wouldn't want to not be part of their life. They were fun, spontaneous - refreshing, even. Not to say both of them were goddamn attractive. They shined in their own, and Dora got the impression they shined even brighter while together. She couldn't help but smile at every word they said, every interaction they had - every little detail and gaze they shared.

“Sounds like you already had an entire home date planned out,” she mused. “I like it.” It was no secret that their time at home was her favorite, just the two of them - no interruptions. It was their own bubble, safe from everything else. “I actually have options today!” she exclaimed, perhaps too excited - funny because she usually never knew and just let him pick. “I’m kind of craving sushi from the place down Pine Street, or even pizza from our go-to spot. What do you think?” Danielle reached for his hand, quickly finding comfort in their interlaced fingers. 

The plan was nice and she, of course, was looking forward to it. Yet, it didn’t completely get rid of the funny feeling in her stomach. She didn’t want to worry him any further, so she decided to keep it to herself. They reached the place and while she wondered what menu item to pick, her phone buzzed in her back pocket. She glanced down at it before opting to ignore it, her friend asking to hang out. Talk about bad timing. This certainly would not help their current situation. “Do you know what you’re getting then?” 

...

The little talk they had hadn’t been comfortable, but he figured it was better to let it out than to let it sink in deeper inside him - the fear of delaying it until the inevitable happened frightened him. Even when they loved each other as much as they did, obstacles happened, and it was only for both of them to talk it through and keep on evolving. Trust was fundamental in their relationship.

Her options made his smile widen, and he was quick to agree on the sushi place. As much as he loved any time he spent with her, he though it’d be better to go somewhere else - to clear both their minds and get some fresh air. At least, he knew he’d appreciate that, and hoped that would help Danielle too.