― THEODORE WELLS ,

He  can’t  even  fully  blame  it  on  the  drinks.  Janet’s  always  called  him  a  tough  guy,  the  sort  to  stick  to  his  principles  even  a  whole  bottle  of  whiskey  in.  Would’ve  been  easier,  though,  if  he’d  been  straight-up  wasted;  at  least  then  he  could’ve  mumbled  something  incomprehensible  and  made  sense  of  it  all.  “ I  do  dislike  you. ”  Everything  since  unlocking  the  door  to  his  room  proves  the  opposite.  Grin  stretches  and  his  fingers  flex  around  her  neck,  not  quite  squeezing  it  but  coaxing  her  thumb  to  tilt  upward  with  his  thumb. “ I might need a little more testing to veer that opinion. ” The  kiss  he  leans  into  is  slow  and  indulgent  and  there’s  a  sickening  pride  in  the  knowledge  that  his  mouth  tastes  of  her,  and  that  the  wet  patch  under  her  unravelling  frame’s  entirely  his  doing.  He’s  not  usually  the  type  of  guy  to  brag  about  being  a  Don  Juan,  and  certainly  not  after  his  divorce,  but  the  way  she  grinds  up  at  him  and  keeps  his  grip  around  her  neck  with  her  fingers,  he’s  not  entirely  sure  that  he’s  not  in  a  mood  to  brag  now.   Theo’s  body  shifts,  pushing  his  knee  under  the  small  of  her  back  to  use  it  as  leverage  and  he  straightens  himself  up  again.  His  free  hand  finds  her  pubic  bone  appreciatively  presses  down  with  every  lazy  thrust  into  her  spent  heat  just  to  cockily feel  himself  inside  of  her.  She  fits  him  like  a  glove.  Disgustingly  even.  He  doesn’t  remember  the  last  time  he’s  purposely  held  himself  back  from  finishing  off  just  to  see  someone  cum,   but  she’s  special.  Not  that  he’s  willing  to  admit  that  just  yet. His  thumb  slips  just  a  little  further  south,  absentmindedly  tracing  the  slick  skin  of  her  folds  and  outlining  her  clit  as  if  he’s  not  quite  sure  if  he  wants  her  to  be  overly  sensitive  to  his  touch  or  not.  “ What  do  you  say?  Ready  for  a  second  round?  Or  does  little  miss  messy  need  a  break? ”

I hope you don’t think you’re going anywhere without your bodyguard. Happy Birthday @itookyoudown !!

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @gostridr 🟫 asked ​ ❝ do you trust me enough to close your eyes? ❞

A  groan  almost  manages  to  slip  out  before  he  represses  it  into  an  equally  as  vexed  clicking  of  his  tongue.  He’s  got  not  reason  to  even  be  surprised  at  her  bullheadedness,  much  less  take  offense  that  she’s  not  immediately  following  his  lead  ––   but  that  look  Louise  gave  him  couple  seconds  earlier  pissed  him  off  enough  to  wear  down  his  composure.   Not  that  he’s  ever  been  a  patient  man.   “ Just,  do  it. ”   Half  reluctant  and  half  authoritative.  For  the  past  two  weeks  there’s  been  a  relentless  argument :   he  doesn’t  trust  her,  she  doesn’t  like  him,  he  consequently  cannot  stand  her,   and  she  expects  the  worst.  His  father’d  turn  in  his  grave  if  he  knew  the  boy  he  was  so  disappointed  to  call  his  own  had  become,  at  least  in  his  anger,  the  same  kind  of  man  he’d  been.   Theo  gives  Ellie  maybe  two  seconds  of  having  closed  her  eyes,  barely  long  enough  to  differentiate  it  from  a  blink,  and  he  grabs  her  by  the  shoulder  to  push  her  through  the  corridor.  Every  once  in  a  while,  his  glance  makes  sure  she’s  still  not  looking  ––   and  then,  at  once,  they’re  outside  the  building.   Even  more  steps,   uneven  and  sandy,  but  he  makes  sure  that  she  doesn’t  stumble.  By  the  time  he  lets  her  open  her  eyes  again,  they’re  farther  up  Chayenne  mountain,  lodged  between  trees  and  with  the  entrance  to  the  SGC  having  disappeared  underneath  them,  there’s  a  blanket  and  a  bottle  of  wine.   It’s  sheer  luck  that  the  night’s  so  dark  up  here:  his  frown  barely  hides  the  embarrassment  and  instead  just  turns  it  into  a  scowl.  “ As  an  apology.  I’m  still  not  convinced  you’re  not  here  to  spy  on  us,  but, ”   God,  he  hates  apologies,  “ At  least  this  way  I  can  get  to  know  you  better  to  maybe  spy  you  out  too. ”

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎃 👻 💀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ELLIE LIKED IT UP .. here. the breeze was soft tonight and the noise from the lower courtyards were muffled. it was peaceful. hands came to grasp hold of the railing as she stood next to tevik - her back straight and a long sigh left her lips. ❝ i feel so old. ❞ she hummed with a laugh. ❝ of course i am. ❞ she continued. ❝ i saw naomi the other day. ❞ blue eyes are focused on the people below - before she turned her head to look at him. ❝ but - i've missed everyone. ❞ even though ellie technically wasn't star fleet - she visited admiral janeway at hq more than enough times for her name to be permanently on a visitors list. there had been a part of her , as an eight year old child that didn't want to leave the confines of voyager when they finally returned home. she didn't want to see the ship decommissioned and everyone go back to their lives on earth. that ship and that crew were all elenore had ever known for the first eight years of her life. even when she left to go live with beverly and jack - she missed her family even more so. and it hurt that she had to grow up without them. ❝ makes me sad though. ❞ she continued - head turning back to look out over the bay.

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