his touch draws a sharp cry of pleasure out of her, electricity slicing through her body, conjured by his callused finger brushing her sensitive skin: giving him exactly what he wants, practically on command. with blue setting a punishing pace, pasha can only dig her nails into his shoulders to brace herself as he thrusts into her over and over again, her body quaking from the force. and fuck does she want more: to be splintered into pieces because of his lust for her, her mind deliciously blank but for thoughts of him.

she's always been the one who's had to be in charge —– making the final decisions and directing people in what they should be doing. and while she's always been content in that position and good at it, there are times when pasha wishes the burden could be placed on other people's shoulders. it gets exhausting always being looked to for guidance.

with blue, she can unravel without fear that she won't ever be able to put herself together again; without whispers and rumors and negative consequences. she can just let her mind be blank while he calls the shots, knowing that he'd never lead her astray.

the heat between her legs transforms into a raging inferno, flame licking at her insides every time he enters her, leaving behind the sweetest burn. a crescendo of ecstasy builds up at the back of her throat and fills the cabin of the car: a song made up entirely of his name, carried in different notes. a sacred hymn. blueblueblueblu —–

then her body starts to shatter, clenching tightly around him as she reaches her zenith and starts plummeting back to earth. a beautiful way to fall from grace. pasha sinks her teeth gently into blue's shoulder as her body spasms around him, one orgasm giving way to another and another, the pleasure starting to border onto pain.

"don't stop," she whispers against his skin, in defiance of her body. "i'm yours."

As he thrusts into her and his thumb makes gentle circles at her clit, he stares at Pasha in the throes of her passion, lips slightly parted as his entire body shifts with each thrust. His entire being was focused on her, instead of anything else around them. Maybe they should have waited until they got home to do this, maybe they should have at least ensured there was a protective something around them so other people couldnt' see what was happening within the car.

But Blue wasn't one to think through his actions, especially when his need raged inside of him like burning hellfire.

Its not the teeth in his shoulder, or the orgasms that tear through her that send Blue over the edge of his own orgasm. Instead, it was two little words that Pasha whispers, her breath warm and moist against his skin: "I'm yours." Those two simple words send Blue crashing into oblivion, cuming so hard his vision narrows as his seed spills into her. Throwing his head back, Blue clenches his teeth and lets out a strangled noise, tendons of his neck sticking out as he strains under the force of his orgasm.

Finally coming down, Blue twitches under Pasha, grunting with each shift of her body. "Fuck.." he manages, reaching up to brush her hair from her face, his expression both tired and tender. Odd, considering the chaos that runs free in his veins.

"...I'm yours too.." he breaths, finding it imperative that she knows they're on the same page. Lifting her off him, he hisses at the sensitivity of his cock, settling her beside him so he could curl her up against his side, effectively snuggling her in the back of the vehicle.

"We should go shopping more often," he teases, pressing a kiss to her temple

It's not often that beck goes out grocery shopping mostly by himself. The days of simplicity have long since passed. No trip out into the world was without being noticed anymore. Atlas Falls had made too much of a name for themselves & Beck's name has been trashed for months across the internet thanks to Keegan. He doesn't really care about that. He'd rather it be his name than River's, & it's never Keegan who has to pay for the shit he causes. He's already gotten a few glances in his direction since he walked through the door ten minutes ago & part of him is beginning to regret trying to pretend to be a normal guy when he feels the tug on his shirt. His attention is pulled from the shelf to the small child & concern sets before anything else.

"How about we go find her?" He offers the child a friendly smile & holds his hand out for her to take hold of, leading her out of the aisle. Beck's eyes dart around the store for an employee who could maybe offer some help when he catches sight of the panicked figure. That might be a start. He walks as quick as he can, calling out to the woman before she can disappear from the aisle he stands at the end of. "I think I found someone that belongs to you." words are accompanied by a laugh & beck lets go of her hand to allow the child to run back to her mother. "Wait... I know you, right?"

The instant the man holds his hand out, Aubrey takes hold of it and follows him dutifully, sniffling every so often as they make their way foward. Half jogging to keep up with the man's strides, Aubrey gasps when she finally notices her mother, breaking free from the man to sprint forward and collide into Emma. Having knelt down the instant she saw her daughter, Emma scooped the child into her arms, standing with a sound of pure relief. "You cannot run off like that!" she scolds, her voice stern with worry.

"Thank you, I -" stopping when she looks over to the man that had helped her, recognition flashes in her eyes before she smiled a bit more easily. "We know each other, yes. We're sponsored by the same people... we met at the sponsor supper like... a month ago?" she mused, chuckling softly. "Its Beck, right? Its good to see you again. And thank you, for finding Aubrey for me."

 "I don't think I will. I've thought so since the first time I saw you smile." He had, hadn't he? That first night he'd helped her out with Aubrey, he'd genuinely been blindsided by her smile. Of course, Matt had seen her plenty of times before that, but it had always been from afar, and she had always seemed... Stressed out, lost in thought, that sort of thing. Which he assumed was mostly due to Aubrey, though he couldn't help but wonder if there were other reasons, too. Not that it was any of his business, of course.

 When exactly he'd passed out, Matt wasn't too sure. It couldn't have been much longer after their conversation. Hell, he'd always been halfway passed out during the conversation. But by the time he woke up, the apartment was dark, and Emma gone. For a moment, he wondered if he'd just imagined it all. His little confession, her taking care of him, her hand on his... But then, once his eyes finally focused enough for him to be able to read the time on his phone screen, he realized that she must've left to pick up Lei—just as she had promised.

 For a while, he just lay there, debating whether he wanted to go back to sleep. He certainly felt groggy enough. But in the end, Matt willed himself to get up and at least take a quick shower. By the time he exited the bathroom, towel around his neck as he rubbed his hair dry, Emma must've returned with Lei, because he was practically assaulted by a hug as soon as he'd stepped outside. "Hello to you, too," he chuckled softly, giving Lei's hair a soft ruffle. Then he turned his attention to Emma. "Thank you for picking him up. Seriously. I don't know if I'd be a safe driver right now."

Oh she was in trouble. Matt was such a kind man, and their friendship that they've developed was a wonderful thing. Now wasn't the time for emotions to get the better of her, now wasn't the time for her to feel the flutter in her chest and the giddiness that made her steps lighter. He was just being nice, she told herself. He was saying it because he was delirious with exhaustion.

In the end, she had other things to think about, and with her going to get Lei, going to the store for a carton of ice cream (and toppings to go with it), and take out? She had plenty to do. She chatted with Lei the entire time, smiling and laughing more than she had in what felt like years.

Having been fixing Lei a snack when Matt came out of the bathroom, Emma couldn't help but to laugh again, coming around the corner. Seeing Matt rubbing at his hair with a towel sent her heart skittering in her chest once again, a faint flush rising to her cheeks as she smiled again. "Come on, kiddo, your snack is waiting for you... and really, its no problem, Matt. I'm happy to do it. Do you want your takeout now, or later?"

Approaching, she bends and kneels before Lei, smiling softly, "Daddy is sick right now, bud, so why don't we give him a chance to rest up. Unless Daddy is feeling better?" she looked to Matt then, brows raising in silent question

 Whenever Emma kind of just... ignored the chair he had pulled out for her ( it hadn't been on purpose, though; at least he didn't think so. Instead, it seemed as though she simply hadn't realized he had pulled it out for her ), Matt just stood there for a moment, staring at it. Then he cleared his throat and, instead of sitting down, set down his own bottle. 

 "Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Granted, it wasn't exactly breakfast time anymore, but... "How about I fix us something? Otherwise I'm afraid Lei will eat only the cake and nothing else. And then I gotta deal with a cranky kid in a couple of hours," he chuckled, and, without really waiting for an answer, made his way over to the kitchen. By the time he'd pulled out a pan, Lei had returned from the bathroom.

 Still somewhat groggy, he walked up to the pulled-out chair and climbed up, before sitting down. Then his gaze found both Emma and Aubrey, and he stared at both of them for a long while without saying anything at all. "You're friends with bàba?" A brief pause as he glanced over at the kitchen, then leaned in conspiratorially. "I didn't think he had any friends," he snickered, unaware of just how true his words were. "And he always says I'm his best friend."

There's a look of genuine surprise as he asked if she had eaten breakfast, holding up a hand as if to stop him in his tracks, opening her mouth to deny that he had to make her anything, when he mentioned Lei needing to eat something that wasn't cookie cake. Visibly hesitating, Emma licked her lips anxiously, looking down to Aubrey who watched Lei approach with bright eyes.

"As long as its not too much trouble... I don't want to-" she doesn't have a chance to say more before Lei returned, not wanting to burden either of them with her insecurity of being taken care of like this. And she was! At least, to her she was. She wasn't entirely certain what she had done to deserve such kind treatment, but she'd have to take it unless she wanted to deny Matt his kindness in front of his child. And she wasn't about to do that.

"Well, you're still his best friend, I'm just his grown up friend," she states to Lei with a warm smile, letting Aubrey down as she squirms determinedly to get out of her Mother's hold. Once she was on the floor? She takes hold of the table, walking unsteadily around it until she's before Lei, staring at him for a good long while in silence before looking back to her Mother, who was barely refraining from laughing at the sight.

"I think she likes you, Lei," Emmalyn claims, looking over her shoulder at Matt. "Look at her, staring at poor Lei."