jillsandwhich

Stumbling into the hotel room after your guy's night on the town, you laughed and it came out distorted, making Chris laugh himself. The two of you being buzzed together is never a great mixture, but a comedic one.

You turned to face him, your cheeks pink and your eyes dilated. Chris took your hips in his hands and kissed your cheek, then hid his head in the crease of your neck. "Tonight was sooo much fun." You blurted out, your arms swathed around his neck as he was dipped down, embracing you.

The smell of alcohol came from both of you. He drank more than you did, but you're both stable for the most part. Getting like this is fun. You two don't get to let loose very often so when you can, you two take advantage of the opportunity.

"It was baby." Chris nodded against your shoulder, his fingers playing with the end of your dress shirt. You smirked deviously as you ran your fingers through his hair. "I love going out with you." He said. You kissed his ear and moved away from him, throwing your flats off at the shoe rack and tumbling towards the hotel bedroom. "Wait up!"

Laughing at his demand, you flew onto your the bed and the second you did, you saw stars. Dizziness is your number one symptom when you're halfway to getting drunk. Sitting up slowly, Chris met you. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. "You know better." He snickered. "Be careful."

Giggling cutely, you snorted and set your head on his stomach. He pet your messy hair, as he always does. Taking care of you is his priority. "Sleepy lady. Want me to run you a bath and help you get some rest?"

Actually, you have a much better idea.

Gandering up at your handsome boyfriend, you moderately shook your head. Chris stepped back and crossed his arms. "What's on your mind, my love?" You tried to stand up and he held onto you, closely. "I want you baby," you whispered to him, nuzzling his chest and beginning to unbutton his formal wear. "Do you want me?" You said, your tone whiney.

Chris bellowed and laid you down on the bed. "I think you need to sleep." "So you don't want me?" "I didn't say that." You two aren't too far into the relationship. Of course, you've had sex. Every time has been fucking amazing. But you crave more. Especially now.

Reaching for his wrist, you dragged him onto the bed and sat up, climbing into his lap and straddling him. He groaned, bit his lip and tilted his head. "You're crazy." He laughed and you shook your head up and down. "I am." You agreed, shoving your lips against his.

Kissing him deeply, you smiled into it. His tongue connected with yours, the warmth was sexy and the way his slid against yours was everything and more. You moaned into the makeout, shifting your legs forward and motioning your body against his. Chris smirked into it now, his hands caving way to your ass cheeks.

Helping you dry hump him, he moved his own hips upwards. His noises were louder than your own, you found that so incredibly attractive.

Moving faster, he then put you to a stop. He was practically out of breath himself. "What babe?" Your words were slurred and he chuckled. "I think you're more drunk than me." "Andddddd?" You dragged your word out and he shook his head. "Are you sure you want this? Because there's no going back, you have me really fucking turned on." Chris stated.

Without any words, you pushed him back on the bed with an adorable giggle as you then unbuttoned his jeans, taking your time. Though, it's not as if you could go any faster. Time feels still. You moved his boxers and pulled his erection out. You gleamed hard, looking him in the eye. He blew out a breath and shook his head.

"Is it a crime to want you!?" You blurbed, leaning over and kissing his scruff, cheek and then his lips a couple of times. His hand caressed your heated cheek. "You're warm." "It's not just the drinks." You playfully winked and pulled away dramatically before hardly being able to stand. "Be careful baby!" He demanded.

You first removed your dress shirt. Lifting it over your head and seductively dropping it onto the floor before biting your lip. You aren't being too serious, it's mainly the alcohol talking but you're loving acting this way. All hard and in charge. It seems he's enjoying it too.

He is grinning ear to ear, his head on his hands against the black headboard, the one only in the suites, just as Chris purchased solely for this trip. "You're very pretty. I do want you." Chris hummed to you, staring as you detached your bralette, letting it fall to the ground. He seethed with pleasure, already imagining everything the two of you are about to do.

"I need you, Chris." You murmured, unbuttoning the top three buttons of your black corduroy skirt. He bought this for you, your past birthday. It's too cute! "Yeah? Come here then." Chris patted his lap and you jumped up onto him, your thighs on either side of his legs.

You're now left in your lacy panties. Chris smirked, the sight of your goddess like body never fails to leave him in awe. Most beautiful girl in the world, you are. He thinks. "My head is spinning," you laughed quietly, trying to make sure others don't hear you. Chris ran his arms up your shoulders, keeping you close. "I can tell."

"You know...I've never been on top." You licked your lips. Chris cocked his right eyebrow and ran his fingers coolly down your soft back. "You're not wrong." "Mhm." You moved your head back and grabbed your boobs, looking down at him. He grasped up, moving your own hands and grabbing your breasts himself.

Chris flicked your nipples between his finger tips, earning sharp noises out of you. He loves how you sound. So precious. "I think," he coughed out before quickly saying: "You should ride me reverse cowgirl." Oh?

You opened your eyes back up and a dirty grin formed on your face. "Chris Redfield!" You said a little too loudly, he shot his hand up to cover your mouth. But then you simply chortled. He removed his hand and huffed out an anxious snort. "Be quiet baby!" He told you and you shrugged before kissing his cheek messily.

"Ask," you lifted your rear up slightly before turning around and pulling your panties to the side, "And you will receive." You whispered to him, your tone different but in his eyes, unbelievably arousing.

You lowered yourself down on him, every inch fulling you fully. You felt how hard he was going in, all ready for you. You're ready for him. You're wet, more than usual. Being buzzed definitely has a part in your confidence and sex drive but, you don't care. You don't think he does either.

Chris was gawking at your ass, even if you couldn't see for yourself. Every part of you, a masterpiece. As you began to sluggishly ride him back and forth, he kept his hands right where he wanted: Your ass. Squeezing, gripping, rubbing — anything you could think of.

He always has preferred it the most out of any part of your body. Well, aside from that cute face of yours.

With both of you being tipsy, it was hard to recall how to properly shift on top of him. You'd go slow, then fast, then you'd bounce a little bit. Every motion made him audible. That's all that matters to you.

You made more with your pace. It feels so good. You're sure being a bit drunk helps with the euphoria of it all. The slow movements, the sensual talk, being in a semi public place... It's all so exciting. You and Chris are also newer to making love — you've only been together for four and a half months. All of it has been a dream.

Chris then moved a hand to your right hip, helping you move. "Oh yes," you panted, rocking back and forth on his cock like a Jack rabbit. "That's my girl, keep going." Chris grunted, thrusting his dick up inside of you and huffing out noises in doing so.

He can't finish inside of you, unfortunately. You may be on the pill but neither of you are stupid. As much as it'd feel good, it's a no go.

"I love your ass," he groped you repeatedly, even at one point putting his thumb into it, earning a whimper from you.

You could feel your legs becoming tired with every stroke. You didn't stop. You want to finish, so does he. "It feels so good, Jesus, fuck," you grabbed his hands, sinking your finger nails into them. You used them as a vice. Structure, to find the will to make him cum.

"Shit baby, ass up," Chris told you sternly. You got off of him, feeling his semen hit your left ass cheek as you did so. Close call. Very.

You rolled over to your side and watched as he finished. You love that you can do so much to him.

He's not through with you though.

"That was...great." Chris laughed out. He then asked you if you finished. When you shook your head no and assured him it wasn't a huge deal and that you were sleepy, he insured on otherwise.

IPatiently waiting for her phone to ring, Claire began to pace back and fourth in her bedroom. Her lights are all on, along with her TV, though it is muted. It is almost noon, just a few minutes from it. She's awaiting a call from Leon, one that he said he'd make yesterday at this exact time. So, she waits.

Admittedly, Claire's been excited to talk with him again. Yes, she's hurt, how could she not be? What they went through over the course of the past year was stressful & all over the place but at the end of the day, she's forgiven him for good and they've moved past the chip situation. Now, she just wants to move on their relationship, or whatever it is.

Durely, her phone began to ring. With a quick sigh, Claire reached down and picked it up. Leon's name was at the top and towards the bottom of her screen, an answer and decline button were displayed. She let it ring for another moment before clicking accept, and placing the phone up to her ear. "Hello?" "Hey Claire."

Oh, it is nice to hear his voice again. However, she's curious as to what he wanted to call her about. Could be anything, honestly.

"Hi Leon." "Hey. How's your day been so far?" He asked her, genuinely concerned. "Oh uhm, good. Boring. Yours?" "Just about the same." He chuckled out over the line. "Was there any specific reason you asked to call yesterday?" Claire likes that they're calling. It's different. They hardly ever did. It's just nice to hear him talk.

Leon cleared his throat, which made Claire really start to focus. Seems serious, maybe. "Yeah, yeah. I first wanted to say thanks for yesterday. It was good to see you and to just work shit out, it was needed." "It definitely was." She agrees wholeheartedly. They needed to seek closure in one another, and forgiveness. She's just glad yesterday happened and went well.

“Anything else?" "Yeah, actually... What kind of work do you have going on right now?" "What do you mean?" "Yeah, with TerraSave." "Not much, we've been slow which is a good thing." For Leon, it is also a good thing. He just hopes what he's about to ask isn't too much. "How would you feel about providing me with a bit of help for my work and this time, you get in on the good stuff?"

The good stuff, huh? She doesn't know why but the way Leon worded that made her smirk to herself. She's inhaled sharply and nodded before talking once again, "How so?" "I need to run a few background checks on some new agents without my boss knowing. He told me not to but, I don't trust these assholes. Do you have something we could use to do that?"

Claire sure does. She's the Queen when it comes to sneaking work under the radar.

“Infact, I do. One of the key parts to my job is background checking people so yeah, I can help." "Really? Claire, you're an Angel." Leon said softly over the phone. This meant a lot for him. He was brave to ask of such a thing after late events but, he didn't know who else to ask and besides, maybe this'll be a good bonding experience.

Before speaking again, Claire sat down on the edge of her bed and turned off her TV. "So, when did you want to do this?" She doesn't care when. Claire just needs a date. "Today's Thursday so, how's Saturday? I'll have work off and well, so will you. How's that sound?" "Works for me." Claire responded. "Great. Well, I'll let you go, I don't wanna hold you for too long."

She knew their call would come to its inevitable end sooner or later. Guess it's for the better, now she can go make some lunch. "Okay. Goodbye Leon, see you then." "Bye-bye, Claire." He spoke back.

The call then ended.

-

Saturday. Finally, it is here. Claire is all dressed and ready to go - well, she isn't going anywhere. Leon is coming over to her house. She cleaned it all up and even has some good smelling candles going all throughout the house. Leon has never been over so truthfully, she's meaning to leave a good & clean impression on him.

Admiring herself in the mirror, Claire analyzed her outfit. It's casual. A long sleeve red shirt with a black pair of jeans. Nice. Can't go wrong with that. This time around though, her hair is down. She doesn't feel like putting it up today, she always does that.

Leon sent her a message about thirty minutes ago saying he was on his way, so she's just been waiting ever since. Her equipment is all set up too in the living room. She has her laptop and her site pulled up, the one she can use to run background checks on a few of the new agents Leon might end up working alongside of.

She was of course, willing to help him. He did after all open up more about the chip and he's been so patient and kind to her so, it was the least she could do.

Claire also has some soda cans out on the table they'll be working at. Both are cokes. She figured it's a safe option - she wanted to show some sort of hospitality.

As she exited the bathroom, the sound of knocking on her front door emitted throughout her home. He's here! Claire raced up to the door and opened it up, stepping back a few inches when swinging it open. There he was, Leon. He was also dressed rather casually, but still looked handsome. He also smelled good, very fresh.

"What's up?" Claire said with a smile. "The sky." Leon looked up quickly before looking back at Claire, then winning. Claire snorted and stood to the side, giving notion for Leon to come in. "Hardy Har." Claire said with a giggle before closing the front door after he entered. Changing the comedic subject, Leon complimented her home. "Thank you. I cleaned it up a few days ago, so."

Eh, that's a bit of a fib. It was a mess just a few hours ago.

"So," Claire tossed her arms in the air before facing Leon again, "Ready to get to work?" "I am." He gave her a determined nod. "I guarantee at least one of the bastards were looking into today aren't innocent." Claire led the way and sat down on her couch, which is only about three feet away from her laptop which is on the coffee table, next to the closed tabs cokes.

Leon placed three folders on the table. They must have the IDs of the men he wants her to look into. "One of those cokes is for you, by the way." "Thanks." Leon thanked her, grabbing one of them and cracking it open, sipping it. As he did that, Claire opened one of the files and analyzed it. Blake Hathaway is the first guy. Seems normal enough. Claire wonders why Leon is so set on going after them.

Alrighty. Claire typed in his name, age and location before clicking enter. "Takes a few seconds to load but, we should be able to find him. What dirt do you have on these guys exactly?" "Well, for Blake, I'm 99% sure he's not entirely working for our side. I just wanna see if he has any past charges, that's all. Or any past employments that he didn't speak of." "Makes sense."

Finally, it loaded. For criminal record, he is completely clean. That's a good sign. As for past employments, there are only two listings. "Did he mention both of these jobs?" "He did. Shit. He's clean, at least here." "Seems so." Claire mumbled before allowing Leon to snap a photo of the screen, then she closed out of it.

"Onto the next then." Claire reached for the next file, and Leon spoke. "Thanks for doing this, by the way. Means more than you know." "Yeah, I'm an angel for it, right?" She teased him, gazing into his eyes but not even realizing she was doing so. "You really are." He hummed in reply. He thinks so. Claire is a wonderful woman.

Claire looked away but hoped it looked natural. The way he spoke and looked at her made her blush, and she didn't want him to see. She opened up the folder and signed. Jensen Carbon is the next guy. "And this dude?" "Same thing. Doesn't seem like he's all in it." "Gotcha." She nodded and began to type his info into her laptop.

So far, so good. Leon seems a bit on edge though. She wonders why.

Clicking the enter button, Claire cleared her throat before side eyeing Leon for a second. He smells good. Does she smell good? God, Claire hopes so. She reached for her coke and opened it, drinking some of the tasty drink. She needed that. "It loaded." Leon stated as he eyed it down.

One criminal charge and it's for assault. Huh. "Damn, assault?" "Yeah. Not a fucking surprise." Leon clicked on the file and a mugshot with info came up. It read the date and a summary of what exactly happened. 09-17-95, assualt on his own father and the motive behind it was because they were both drunk and in an argument, according to the document.

"Does this mean anything?" Claire questioned Leon, curious on his thoughts. "Not even sure. I'll bring it up to my boss if needed." He snapped a picture of the screen. "Makes sense." Claire replied. So far, no info. But so far, she's having a decent time with him and he's only been over for about ten minutes. Claire looked at Leon and sighed. "Is everything okay?" He asked her.

Claire feels fine. She's just being... Reminiscent. "Yeah, yeah I am... This is just kind of reminding me of our time at the motel." "Yeah?" He hummed out and glanced at the laptop, then back at her. "Feels the same for me." He murmured. Claire smiled, her lips a faint pink but her cherry chapstick gave it a bit of a darker tint - Leon did notice that.

Biting her lower lip, Claire couldn't help but recall their time at the motel. Their kissing, touching and even the sex. It was too good, and she remembers it all. It's almost as if this moment is a reflection of that time. It's kind of funny, actually. Letting out a deep sigh, Leon then cupped Claire's cheek. "You sure you're okay?" "I'm fine." Claire said softly. She's more than fine.

Without even thinking, Leon had brought himself to Claire's face, where he then kissed her. Quickly though, he removed his lips from hers and cussed to himself. Claire didn't understand why. He probably thoughr he crossed a line, but he didn't. "No," Claire put her hand on his shoulder. "Kiss me again." She exhaled, moving her left hand to meet his cheek.

Moving his head back up, a tint of happiness could be seen in Leon's eyes. Clearly, Claire's words made his day. "You don't have to ask me twice." He snickered and grabbed her face to rest between his hands before he then smashed his lips against hers, causing her back to go against the couch.

Claire giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him close. Oh, this is nice and it was deep down, what Claire wanted. Maybe she's just desperate for touch again but not just anyone's - his. Leon's. Leon removed his mouth from hers and began to kiss along her jawline & neck. He misses this too. He's thought about it a lot.

Shortly after pecking on her face and neck, he went back to her lips and this time, slid his tongue into her mouth. Claire embraced the sudden change, slipping her tongue along with his. Oh, it's like nothing has ever changed. It feels so good. Claire can feel herself becoming more turned on, truthfully. However, she knows that more than likely, nothing will come out of this.

No matter how much she hopes for that.

Leon then pulled away and chortled. "Damn," he was breathing heavily. "Missed that." "Yeah?" "Yeah." He nodded and sat up again. Claire sat back to normal as well and chuckled. "Leon, I..." She paused. He tilted his head. She doesn't know how to say this. "Hmm? What's on your mind?" Fuck. He's so caring. His tone of voice is attractive like that too, very gentle.

"I want you." She put it simply. "Badly." It's as if she's begging. Leon licked his lip and set his hand on her thigh. "How do you want me?" Leon asked her, picking up what she was putting down. "Like how I got to have you in the motel." Her cheeks were red and she tilted her head down, feeling embarrassed. However, that didn't last long as Leon used his finger to grab her chin, making her look at him.

Kissing Jill felt heavenly. Kissing her is as if Chris is living in a dream. It's his favorite thing ever. As he kissed her passionately, he climbed on top of her, causing her to lay all the way back on the couch. Jill laughed and swiftly moved her arms up to be around his neck, keeping them there as the two of them madeout.

Their sensual makeout session went on. How could it not? They're both yearning for one another. They've been together for quite some time now and they haven't done anything like this - they're cutting themselves some slack.

Chris's tongue coincided with Jills. The feeling of her wet, needy tongue against his was insane and turned Chris on a hefty amount. His hands were holding onto the couch arm on either side of her head. It gave him good stability. "Mmm." Jill moaned as their kisses only intensified. When Jill moaned, Chris's body had a natural reaction - multiple at that.

His member became rock hard and his hips moved forward, pressing his man hood against her pelvic area. Jill's breath hitched when he did that, but it was out of happiness and pleasure. Their kissing continued but what began was even better - removal of clothes. Chris reached down and pulled his T shirt over his head before dropping it on the hardwood floor below them.

Jill was quick to move her hands from around his neck, to his chest. She caressed her soft, feminine hands along it, even getting a few touches of his abs. He's such a good looking guy. Super fit. Chris smirked into the kiss as he felt Jill's hands trail down to his belt. That's when he felt it was needed to talk for a second.

"Can I ask you something?" He broke the kiss to look into her eyes and speak with her. This is a rather serious act after all. "Anything." She nodded, her breathing heavy from their intense makeout sesh. "Have you ever... You know?" Chris didn't want to outright say it. He felt like a douche if he did. He doesn't care either way, honest to God.

Her face was beat red. She hasn't. That's something she's embarrassed about. "I haven't... Is that, a problem?" Chris wanted to snicker at her innocence. "No baby, not at all." That made Jill feel relieved. "Okay." She nodded. Chris nodded back and backed up for a second, taking off his belt and sliding it out of his jeans loops, tossing that on the floor as well. He kept his pants on for a few after that.

Leaning back down, Chris began to kiss Jills neck. His kisses were wet and soft, ones that were sure to turn her on & make her wet. Jill sighed softly from the pleasure, tilting her head back deeper and naturally, her legs spread open more and Chris took that chance to do what he was going to do earlier - tease her.

His fingers began to rub and caress that sweet spot between her legs through the cloth of her panties, since she is wearing a short skirt. "Does that feel good?" "Mhm." It does. Jill's never been touched between her legs before, not by anyone but herself. It's a new sensation. A good one. "Good." He then slipped his finger through her panties and felt how wet she was. That made him smirk devilishly.

"You've never been fingered before either?" "No." She shook her head. "I just... I've wanted to wait for the right person." "Understandable sweetheart." Chris kissed her nose. "May I?" He wondered aloud, slowly messing with her clit, keeping her on the track of a possible orgasm. "Yes. Just be gentle, please. I don't wanna get hurt." "Of course." He nodded, providing her reassurance.

Moderately, Chris pushed a singular finger into her. Jill seethed and looked down with a snap of her head. Chris paused. "Does that hurt?" "A little bit. It's more uncomfy, if anything." "Want me to stop?" He asked. "No." She replied. "Keep going." Say no more. Chris very carefully pulled his finger out, then slipped it back in. At least she's wet enough. That helps.

"It'll start to feel better, I promise." Chris assured her, going back to kissing her neck as he fingered her lovingly. That comforted Jill. It does feel better with each movement. Really good. "You're so tight." Chris grunted and picked up the speed, but hardly. He doesn't want Jill to be hurt or uncomfortable at all, but he needs her loosened up enough for when they make love entirely.

She let out soft & faint moans. It's starting to feel better for her. Chris smirked and quit kissing her neck and instead, stuck his lips against hers. Jill lifted her head back up to kiss him properly, opening her mouth as she let out yet another whimper. Chris took that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. His finger went faster now, and Jill was right on track of hitting an orgasm.

"Does it feel better now?" Chris hummed out to her in a gentle voice. "A lot better." Jill whispered to him, digging into the fabricated couch that they are laying upon. "Mmm, good to hear." He then started to curl his finger within her each time he pushed it into her. "Ohhh fuck." Jill closed her eyes. "Really good." Chris can tell she's about to cum.

With a final kiss to her forehead, Chris sped his fingers up so fast, which inevitably led to Jill climaxing. She moaned loudly and quickly grabbed onto Chris's shoulders for support. He let out a deep breath as he watched Jill cum. Wow. She's fucking hot, even hotter when she's orgasming. Chris could tell he left a good impression on her.

Jill panted deeply before finally being able to talk once again. "Chris, that felt so..." She couldn't even find the words. "Amazing?" "Perfect." She corrected him with a laugh. Chris nodded. "I'm glad." He pressed a kiss to her ear, which was lightly sweaty. "Now are we going to..." "Have sex? Only if you want to."

Thinking for a second, Jill nodded. "Yes, I want to." "You sure? We don't have to if you're worn out." "I want to." Jill then sat up, adjusting her position. Chris nodded. "Ok." He then pulled his pants off and as he did that, Jill removed her T shirt. Now she's just in a bra and her skirt with her panties dampened between her legs whereas Chris is only in a pair of plaid boxers.

Chris helped Jill slip off her skirt, now leaving her in nothing but her undergarments. "You're just... Breath taking." Chris huffed out, admiring Jill's natural beauty. Jill smiled with her teeth before tilting her head, "Thank you." "You're welcome sweetheart."

Laying back down, Chris moved on top of Jill and smiled. "You ready?" He asked her. "I am." Quickly, Chris pulled down his boxers and grabbed a condom out of his wallet. He has multiple in there, just in case. He opened up the packaging and took it out before sliding it onto his erect cock, making sure it's not ripped and perfectly covers his member.

Jill took notice of his size and breathed in sharply. She's sure she can take it but, she's a bit nervous. "You okay?" "I am." Jill shook her head up and down. "Just a bit nervous." "I know. It's okay. I'll take care of you." He kissed her shoulder before adjusting himself on top of her. "Comfy?" "Mhm." "Good." They're all set then.

Pulling her underwear to the side again, Chris aligned himself with her entrance. "Tell me to stop at anytime if needed, ok?" "I will." That comforted Chris. He needs Jill to say stop if genuinely needed.

Finally, he very slowly pushed himself into her. Once again, Jill let out a slight flinch and Chris stopped his motion. "You okay?" "It's just... A lot... I'm fine." She murmured. "I can stop if you want honey." "No!" She practically shouted before cursing at herself. "No... Please." She reached up and cupped his cheeks. "Keep on going."

With a nod, Chris moved all the way inside of her and Jill soughed deeply, biting her lower pink lip as he did so. "How's that baby?" "Good. Just be gentle, like I said." Of course he'll be gentle. It's her first time. The first time is always a little bit painful for the woman. Chris started to slide in and out of her. She's soaked. It's great. She's also pretty tight, which feels phenomenal for Chris's sake.

"You feel so good. So warm." Chris praised her whilst looking into her eyes. Jill bit her lower lip harder and caressed his face as he thrusted into her lightly. For Jill, it's a bit of a weird feeling but at the same time, with the way Chris is working his body, it feels pretty good. Like, very good. With each motion, it only becomes more and more pleasurable.

Chris grunted as he picked up the speed in which he fucked her. He couldn't help himself. She feels fantastic. He looked down at Jill to analyse her face. She seems good. "How's that?" He questioned her, wondering how he's moving now is affecting her. "Good... Very good..." Her voice was slurred but soft, it must be dumbing her out. That made Chris gleam.

Closing his eyes and looking up, Chris focused on his movements. He let out long and deep thrusts into Jills clenched vagina. She feels lovely. Chris has never felt a girl like this before and he hopes Jill is the only girl he has like this for the rest of his life. "Oh," Jill whimpered, moving her hands to Chris's sides. "What?" "It feels so good right there." "Right here?" He thrusted into her at a more rough motion as he said that, which made her moan. She nodded.

Good. He's found her G-spot. That's great. "I'm gonna make you feel so good." Chris lowered his head, pressing his forehead to hers once again as he pumped himself into her. "You already are." She giggled out, wrapping her arms around his back now. Chris loved that she said that. "Mmm." He then kissed her lips for a moment before burying his head into the crook of her neck.

Jill looped her legs around Chris's torso as he moved faster. This allowed him to go deeper and faster. "Oh, that's my girl. You know what you're doing." Somehow she does. She's letting her body do the work, which is good. Jill moaned loudly and Chris moved his hand to cover her mouth, chuckling as he did so. "Can't have my neighbors making a noise complaint, how can I?"

If only she could giggle just then.

With only a couple of more thrusts, Chris was finished. He shot a large load into the strong welded condom and pulled out before he finished inside of her even, not wanting to risk anything. Jill didn't finish again, but hell, she doesn't care. She's pretty whooped from her first. She doesn't mind - she's glad she lost her virginity this way.

Panting and snickering, Chris looked at Jill. "Damnit baby," he licked his lips and removed the condom from his wet dick. "You got it good." He complimented her. She didn't quite know what he meant, but she knew it was good. "Haha, I hope so." She said breathlessly, her vision a bit blurry and her voice lighter than normal.

Chris threw the condom away in the trash can near the couch before sitting back down and starting to get dressed again. "Crash here tonight, ok?" Chris said to his girlfriend before kissing her cheek gently. "Yeah?" "Please. I want you with me tonight." Chris added on. "Okay then." Jills lips curled into a half smile before she began to get dressed herself.

Once they were both dressed again, they were quick to embrace one another on the couch again.

"I'm exhausted." Chris laughed. Jill nodded in agreement, "Me too babe. Me fucking to." They both giggled and squeezed one another. "So, did you like it?" "Did I like it?" Jill snorted. "I loved it." She spoke softer. "Good. I promise, it only gets better." "Oh, I'm sure." Jill bit her lower lip and leaned up, placing a kiss on his cheek.

Your eyes slowly twitched open. Above you, you saw the wooden panels of Levi's ceiling. You must've passed out in his room last night. You tilted your head and looked beside you. Levi was right there. He must've just accepted that you fell asleep in his bed and so he crashed right beside you. A faint smile formed on your face as you also noticed he was shirtless.

You glanced up at the clock. It's very early in the morning. Sighed softly, you sat up and stretched, but you then felt a hand go to your lower back. He must've just woken up—unless he was awake this whole time. You turned your head and your eyes went soft—they even twinkled. "Hi." You whispered. "Hey." Levi replied. You gleamed at him before laying back down against his chest.

Levi gently ran his finger tips up and down your back. The sensation was ticklish but relaxing. "Why didn't you end up waking me up?" "I'm sorry. I fell asleep too." Levi chuckled, now squeezing your waist. You hummed. "That's okay. Did you sleep well?" "Honestly, yes. For the first time in years." "Really? I wonder why." You teased. He cooed. "You know why." He kissed the top of your head.

It's because of you.

"Did you ever receive any news on the retrieval of Eren?" "In fact, I did... But it's so early and I'd much rather do this with you." Levi laughed through his nose before adjusting his position. You giggled too and puckered your lips as Levi drew his lips in towards yours. His hands went to your ass as he kissed you passionately. You moaned and kissed him back, slightly spreading your legs out of naturalistic instincts.

Levi let out a breathless chortle before bringing his hand down in between your legs. You sighed deeply. Is this really happening? This early in the morning. You gandered down to his crotch—he is definitely horny. Okay, so this is happening. You smiled into the kiss. He began to rub your clit very lightly and slowly. The feeling was hardly there, but it still made you wetter than a dam. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, you moaned when he did.

His fingers pulled your panties to the side. He dipped two in between your folds and chuckled, "You are so wet." He whispered, licking your lower lip before biting it carefully. You blushed indefinitely before kissing him lovingly again. His fingers continued to caress your clit. The way he did it was magical, it felt amazing. You couldn't help but begin to breath heavily as his fingers picked up in speed.

Once you started to feel that familiar feeling deep within your stomach, you pulled his fingers away. "What dear?" "Nothing!" You exclaimed, giving him a quick kiss before pulling away and smiling. "I'd like to try something." "And what's that?" Levi cooed. Your eyes glanced down at his bulge. He noticed and bit his lip. "Have you ever...?" "No. I want to try though." He gave you a nod and allowed you to take his member out of his pants.

He is hard. Very hard. His erection sprung out immediately and there was already pre-cum seeping out of his sensitive tip. You giggled and he smirked. "Don't rush yourself. Take it slow. I don't need my girl choking around me." Levi said in a low tone. You nodded and leaned down on your knees. He's laying down and you're simply on your knees (On the bed) and about to suck him off. You never thought this moment would see the light of day.

You started off basic. You licked the tip of his cock. His pre-cum juiced out more and you sucked it up before licking up and down the base of his length a few times. When you swiped your wet tongue up for the final time, his hips bucked. "Hmm." He hummed, watching you in admiration. You sighed softly before finally wrapping your lips around the tip. It felt weird in your mouth, but a good kind of weird...? You liked it.

Slowly but surely, you began to bob your head up and down on his dick. You didn't go too deep, you need to pace yourself. You could occasionally feel his member twitching in your mouth and that only indicated that you were making him feel good. "Fuck baby, you're good at that." Levi said with a gutteral groan. You wanted to smile at his compliment but given the circumstances, you pretty much can't.

Instead, you shoved your head further down and that made Levi release a whimpering noise. Your eyes widened, so did his. He tossed his arm over his eyes and his mouth remained open. "I need to fuck you after this." He laughed out breathlessly, biting his lip as you continued. You began to move your head faster and more roughly. This made Levi repeatedly moan & grunt. "C'mon baby, that's it." Levi praised you.

Taking him all the way, you felt his wet tip hit the back of your pink throat. He groaned. "I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" He was genuinely asking. You made a noise of "Mhm" and that was his green light. He panted heavily. His hand was running your upper back and neck area. It made you feel a lot more relaxed. Over and over again, his tip hit your throat. You began to slightly choke, you even coughed around him.

You didn't stop though. You persevered. You want to feel his fluids down your throat. With a few more pushes of your head, you suddenly felt his cum drip into your mouth. You held your head in place for a moment before pulling away and catching your breath. For the record, you swallowed all of it. Levi heaved and gazed up at you. "You are something else." He laughed out. When you turned to face him, he sighed softly. He noticed the tear drops from your eyes—it was a bit much.

"My dear," he sat up before using his thumbs to wipe the tears away, "you did so good beautiful." Levi muttered before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. You tittered. "But now, it's my turn." Levi then laid you back on the bed. As your back hit the bed, Levi spread your legs with a grin of lust. You giggled and bit your lip while staring at him. "I can't wait to taste you." He whispered as he began to kiss all along the apex and inner areas of your plump thighs.

You sighed softly and stared down at him. He began to kiss and bite all over your thighs. Your arms rested at your sides. The feeling of him biting and kissing your thighs was intense; All it did was arouse you further. "Levi..." You gasped out as you felt his tongue lick from your inner thigh and to your panties. "Let's get rid of these." Levi hummed, sticking his fingers in the band of your underwear before tearing them off of you.

All you have on now is his shirt from last night. You bit your lip. Levi kissed the top of your core, then your clit and finally your folds. You moaned softly as he kissed your clit again. He's such a tease. "Please..." You whispered, needing him. He instead kissed all around your cunt, but he never once licked it. "Levi!" You groaned out in frustration. "What's with the sudden attitude baby? Are you grumpy?" He spoke in a condescending tone.

Oh, you know what he's doing.

"Please... I wanna feel you..." "Mmm, keep begging baby and I might just give you what you want." You scoffed at his words. He's going to make you beg? You felt his lips faintly brush over your core and you slightly moved your hips, hoping he'd just begin to eat you out—but you were solely mistaken. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and made a "Tsk." Noise. "None of that baby—beg." Levi stated.

You whined. You don't want to beg. You just want him to eat you out.

"Levi... Baby... Please..." You pouted. "I want you to make me feel good." You whispered, gazing down at him and breathing heavily. Levi cooed and kissed your clit. "That's it baby." Levi said softly. He slid his tongue through your folds. This made you shake. You moaned. It felt fantastic. "You're the only one who can make me feel this good." You panted out, reaching your hands down to mess with his hair.

After you said that, he began to ravish you. His tongue moved erratically against your pussy. He didn't let up. "Oh God, yes!" You moaned out, closing your eyes and tilting your head back. How is he so good at this? He's a master. His fingers dug and pressed into your thighs. It was slightly painful but all it did was enhance the pleasure. Your fingers ran all through his hair. You tugged on it, stroked it, pet it—everything. You are obsessed with this man.

His tongue began to focus on your nub. Each flick of his tongue made you jolt. He'd occasionally mouth your clit, repeatedly suckling on it and flicking the end of his tongue over it. You knew you'd cum soon. You could feel your insides heating up. To make the experience even better, you felt Levi stick two fingers inside of you. Your back arched and you whimpered. "Yes baby!" You moaned out, closing your eyes tightly.

Levi began to thrust his fingers in and out of you. It felt weird. His slim fingers aren't anything compared to his dick but God, they still feel great. He managed to link the speeds of his tongue and fingers—it began to make you feel overstimulated. "Baby." You breathlessly gasped out. "Cum for me babygirl." Levi kept suckling on your clit after saying that.

Whimpering cutely, you began to have your orgasm. You squeezed your thighs against his head. It wasn't purposeful, it was just the power of your climax. As you came down from your high, he pulled his fingers out of you and smiled before reaching up and kissing your cheek. "How about I fuck you now?" He then began to kiss down your neck. "Mmm please." You whispered, your hands begining to unbutton Levi's shirt that you were still wearing.

Right as Levi lifted your legs up, the sound of his door being knocked on was heard. "Fuck sakes." Levi grunted. "One second." He leaned down, kissing you softly. He quickly grabbed a pair of pants and pulled them up, not even bothering to zip them up. "State your name and business." You couldn't really hear what he said, but you saw Levi's eyes widened, he then looked at you. "Ok, I'll be out in a minute... Shit." Levi grunted, drastically beginning to put clothes on.

You got off of the bed and inched over to him. "Get dressed. We're going to see Erwin, the man got his fucking arm bitten off by a goddamn titan." Levi scowled. Your eyes widened. "Oh my God?" You said softly, trying to process what Levi just told you. In the midst of processing it, you looked around the room. "Baby, my clothes aren't in here, what am I to wear?" Levi looked around and sighed. "Wait here, I'll go grab you some clothes from your room." He then left the room.

You sighed softly and sat down. You wish you could have been there. You cannot believe his entire arm was bittem off. Did Levi make it sound more dramatic than it truly is? Erwin can't... There's just no way. You rubbed your temple and groaned. Your all too familiar headache is making a comeback. You are completely naked right now, only in a bra. You hope Levi is smart enough to get you a pair of panties too, you don't want to wear your soaked ones.

Everyone else better be okay; Aside from Reiner & Bertholdt, you care for everyone out there, even Ymir. You're sure Eren is fine. If Eren wasn't, Erwin wouldn't be resting, even with a missing arm.

Shortly after, Levi came back into the room and handed you your clothes. You looked through them. He grabbed you a black long sleeve shirt with some pants, and unsurprisingly, panties! He is smart after all. "Thanks." You said softly, slipping the panties on. He fixed up his clothes in the mirror before heaving. "Are we getting a lift there?" "Yes. Erwin sent out an MP to pick us up and take us to Trost." "Okay." You stood up off of the chair and put your pants and shirt on.

Once you two were both dressed, you left the room and made way to the caravan.

-

You rested your head against Levi's shoulder midway through the ride. It's only you and him, all alone. He smiled but you didn't see. He took your hand in his and kissed the side of your head. "I'm sorry we didn't get to finish our business." "It's okay." You giggled. "It wasn't your fault. I want to see Erwin anyways, I'm nervous." You stated. "Me too. I hope he's recovering well." Erwin and Levi have a father-son type of bond. It's precious. You know Levi would be sort of lost without Erwin.

Gazing out of the cart, you saw the buildings and people of Trost. They are slowly yet surely rebuilding themselves after what happened with the battle of Trost. It was devestating. You are happy the citizens are recovering well. Levi squeezed your hand. "I was thinking we could finish what we were up to earlier later tonight." He then nipped your ear. You snickered and kissed him. You then realized people could see you. "No more!" You laughed, letting go of his hand.

Levi scoffed and crossed his arms. "We're telling Erwin today." Your eyes widened. "No we aren't." "Oh we? Okay, then I will." Levi said in a sly voice. You shook your head. "He won't be pleased." "I don't care. I love you and that's final. I'd rather lose my job than lose you." You smiled but tried to hide it. You failed. Levi kissed you all over your face. "Pretty girl." He whispered before kissing the top of your head.

The caravan came to a sudden halt and the door opened. You and Levi both stepped out of it. He got out first, then held his hand out for you. You took it in an acceptable manner and got off of the cart. The women of Trost were gawking at Levi. Deep down, it made you jealous. Some of them were gorgeous. Does Levi like that? Does he like that women fawn over him. Levi's hand slipped around your back as he led the two of you into the resting spot where Erwin was.

The women squealed and waved. They want his attention badly. Levi never once fed into it. Actually, the whole time his eyes and hands were on you. It made you feel better. Once the two of you got it, he released his hand from your back and opened the door for you. "Ladies first." You giggled at his words and walked in. Although, your giggle was suddenly replaced by an audible gasp when you saw Erwin. Levi was not being dramatic. It's his entire arm.

You huffed out before slowly walking over to Erwin. The commander chucked and nodded. "Am I a sight for sore eyes?" "Oh Commander." You sat down on the chair and took his other hand in yours. "Are you feeling alright?" "I'm fine. The pain has since went away. Of course, in the moment I felt nothing due to adrenaline but it was painful." You sighed at his words and nodded. "I wish I could've been there." "It's for the best you weren't." He said kindly.

"Did you retrieve Eren and Ymir?" "Eren, yes. Ymir, no." Erwin sighed deeply. You nodded. "I see. You did your best, sir." "We did. We lost many scouts today, they died for the better of humanity." You heard Levi scoff. You turned your head and gave him a glare. He quickly fixed his attitude. "Thank you for all that you do, Commander." Erwin gave you a nod of ambition.

You are very grateful for Commander Erwin. You could never imagine anyone else in his place. If anything, Hange or Armin. They're the smartest scouts with also intense strength and skill. Aside from that, no one. You know Levi would never want to be a Commander. He hates being a captain enough as it is. You could also never pull it off. Not that you'd even try though.

Standing up, you cleared your throat and let Levi take a seat. "I'll be back, please excuse me." Levi made a puzzled look before grabbing your hand and asking where you'd be going. "I'm going to get some fresh air, I just feel a bit sick." That wasn't true. You're just nervous. Is Levi actually going to talk about your guy's relationship with Erwin? He will. You know him too well. Levi isn't afraid of confronting the Commander.

Levi just nodded and let your hand go. You then exited the room.

-

Levi eyes went to Erwin. Erwin made eye contact with him. He cleared his throat and adjusted his position.

"Are you okay Levi?" Erwin asked him. He could notice there was something off with him. Levi sighed deeply and nodded. "There's something I want to tell you. I don't care how you feel about it either, so don't try and convince me otherwise." Levi stated. "We're together—me and her—and I get it, romancing other scouts isn't necessarily allowed but I genuinely don't care." Levi spewed out.

Erwin just stared at him before nodding with a old man type of smile. "I know Levi." Was all he said. A surprised look came upon Levi's face when Erwin said that. What does he mean he knows? Does he mean that in the sense of he already knew about their relationship or that he knows Levi doesn't care. "What do you mean you know?" "I know you love her." The commander established between them.

Levi let out a breathless laugh whilst fixing his posture. So it was that obvious, huh? He ran his hand through his hair and nodded. "Are you going to separate us?" "No." Erwin said in a deep voice. "All I ask is that you continue to focus on the task at hand, always." Levi found it very odd that the Commander was so willing to bend the rules for them. He raised an eyebrow. "What's the trick here?" "There isn't one. Just make sure she doesn't become the center of your world."

She already has, but Levi understands what he's saying.

"You got it." Levi said softly, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers.

He can't deny, he's surprised. Commander Erwin was so hard on the others for fraternizing but with him and you, he doesn't seem to care. "Commander, may I ask why you're suddenly allowing this?" "I'm making an exception. I know you. You'd rather leave the scouts than leave her—so I'd rather keep you here and allow you to still have her as yours." Levi listened intently. He understands.

"Ok." He leaned back in his chair. Commander Erwin chuckled and rested his head against the headboard. "You also just make it quite clear you feel something for her." Erwin spoke. Levi chuckled and shrugged. "Guess so." Levi never realized. At this point, he doesn't care. He wants to show the world he loves you. Sure, it'll ruin his stoic reputation but he's willing to throw that drag away for you and your guy's love.

-

Shortly after Levi and Erwin had their talk, you re-entered the room alongside Hange and Connie. They were coming in as you were so you decided to just head back up here with them. You sat back down beside Levi and sighed. Hange began to explain her theory to Erwin whereas Connie stood beside her. Connie seemed shaky and skittish. It's most likely because he's in the presence of Erwin. That is how you were when you first joined.

After Hange wrapped up her speech, you were star struck. Her theory is that every titan out there was once a human being or could still be one similar to Eren or Ymir... Freaky... "Do you have any evidence to support this hypothetical scenario?" "Not yet sir, but if we do, you'll be the first to know." Section Commander Hange stated. Everyone is on edge, ready to here more about her ideas.

This theory is surely one of guess and shocking-ness.

-

Once you and Levi got back to the HQ, you both went into his room. No one was around to see either of you. For you (You don't speak for Levi) you don't mind that people will know about your guy's relationship—you just don't want to flash it around. You'd like to keep it subtle.

Levi took his shoes off and grabbed a load of paperwork. You whistled to yourself for a brief moment before sitting down in the chair across from his desk. His eyes landed on you. "Baby," you whispered, "did you tell the Commander?" "I sure did." Yikes. You groaned and crossed your arms. Your body went slightly tense. "And?" "He doesn't care." "What?" You said loudly. What does he mean...?

"I told Erwin. He just said he's already aware and doesn't care. All he wants for us is for us to both continue to work hard. Can you manage that?" Levi questioned you sarcastically. You snorted. "Definitely." You know you can. You love Levi very much but the odds of him ruining your skill with the scouts is low. Your attention is on him, but not fully. You still need to make time and energy for other stuff.

You smiled and nodded. "I'll give it to you baby, you actually got Commander Erwin to break a rule for us." Levi laughed through his nose. "I think rules are the least of his worries currently." "True that."

The idea of continuing to speak with Levi was lovely, but he's clearly getting busy. He's reading paperwork and occasionally writing words onto it. You feel like a disturbance. You stood up and stretched. "I'll leave you be..." You said softly. Levi looked up and set his writing utensil down. He stood up and walked to you, pressing his lips against yours. You kissed him back and hummed.

Taking one another's hands, Claire and Leon stepped close to one another as the song they chose as their first dance for their wedding began to play. The melody was loud so everyone could hear it, but the speaker made it sound soft, which made it even better. The song they decided on a few months before their wedding was 'Thinking Out Loud' by Ed Sheeran - a song they both enjoy and an artist they believe has a wonderful voice.

Claire's dress flowed as their movements picked up slowly. Her wedding dress is rather unique. It's long and slightly trails in the back, it has faint sparkles along its back and the sleeves are long too - it suits her well. Another factor about it in the front of it. It covers her cleavage, which she wanted heavily when choosing a dress. She just felt it was more modest. It's really gorgeous in the front, all white with faint sparkles towards the bottom. It truly suited her.

Leon's outfit was normal, just a black suit. He didn't want to do anything extravagant for himself, but instead, all for Claire. It's what she deserved for the fact she put together the wedding together herself. It's not that Leon never wanted to help out, he did, he just sucked at it. He was better with focusing on the minor aspects of it.

His hands traced her back as they swayed around the floor, gazing at one another. Claire's arms were swathed around Leon's neck, faintly playing with his hair out of nervousness as they danced around the center of the room. Everyone's eyes were on them, just the two of them. Leon didn't let it bother him as much but Claire isn't much of the type to be the center of attention.

The guests consist of their family and friends, some plus ones too. It's been a beautiful wedding so far.

Leon twirled Claire before pulling her back into him. Before the wedding itself and well in advance, they practiced dancing considering well, neither of them are good at it. It's been such a lovely thing to learn with one another, they've both enjoyed it and put all of their efforts into it, especially Leon. All he wants is for their wedding to be to Claire's standards and so far, it's gone amazingly.

Whilst they danced, Claire tilted her head as he looked into her now husband's eyes before speaking. "How are you feeling?" She whispered. "Great. You?" "Perfect." She smiled and nodded. Leon squeezed her hips when she said that, a sign of his joyfulness. "That's what I like to hear, my love." Leon pressed his forehead against hers, smiling brightly at her. "I love you, Leon." She said. "I love you most." He sighed deeply, bringing his lips up to her forehead and kissing it sweetly.

Once again, Leon twirled her as the song hit it's middle, timing it excellently.

"Guess the work we've put in has paid off; You are a fine dancer, Mr. Kennedy." Claire bit her lower lip before smirking at him. "As for you too... Mrs. Kennedy." He hummed out to her. Claire felt tears welt in her eyes from happiness but to save Leon any worry at all, she just went and rested her head against his chest as they danced continuously.

Around the room of the establishment they got married in, the guests simply watched. Chris, watching his sister in utter awe. Seeing her grown up like this, it's a blessing and a curse. Time can suck. He's just happy he was the one to walk her down the aisle. Jill is a plus one with Chris, sitting beside him. She was in awe too, it's like seeing her baby sister all grown. It's quite the sight to witness.

Sherry is in attendance too. For her, it's like seeing her second parents come together and get married. She couldn't be happier. Admittedly, during the ceremony, she teared up a bit. It's just so great.

As for some of their friends, quite a few are here. The buttons are, all of them, in support of primarily Claire but they know and love Leon too. Barry is proud of Claire for finding a man in which treats her amazingly. Moria is happy too, Claire looks gorgeous and she can't stop admiring her.

Leon has a few friends from his agency in attendance. He has known them for so long, it was almost an obligation to invite them. Ashley Graham and her father are present too, being they've known each other for a while and went through hell and back together. Ashley is glad she came, Leon is happy and for her, that makes her happy. The wedding has been stunning so far, in her words. Graham is proud of Leon, it was about time he settled down with a spunky lady who wasn't a fling.

Overall, their wedding has been fantastic.

As the song slowly came to a close, Claire lifted her head and leaned in, kissing Leon lovingly. He held her waist close and firmly, deepening the kiss with pure gentleness. Honestly, this kiss felt more special than their one at the alter and wow, the one at the alter was spicy!

With a soft sigh, Jill placed the final dish into the strainer. In the background, the sound of stunning classical music played. It was gentle; Just some nice tunes that are playing off of her old radio, one that she has owned for quite some time. However, that is not the only noise she hears.

In the living room, only feet away from the kitchen, her handsome husband Chris and her sweet little girl, Melody, sit on the floor with some playful cartoons on in the background. Chris is a great father. The way he is with Melody, it simply warms Jill's heart up.

She glanced over to where they were and smiled. It's a lovely sight. Chris's laughter emitts throughout the house as he attempts to teach their young daughter how to use her legs. They've been at it for a few hours now and with that, immese progress has happened. Melody almost made a full few steps but unfortunately, toppled over.

Luckily, Chris & Jill are patient parents!

Jill set her rag onto the ovens handle and walked over to the living room with a chuckle, sitting down on the couch. "Has she done anything extravagant yet?" Jill questioned her husband in a loving voice. Chris peeped up at her and smirked, "We're getting there. She's gonna do something amazing today, I can just feel it." Oh Chris and his fatherly intuitions.

"Well, let's hope." Jill nodded and stopped her tea that was on the coffee table before her. Jill watched as Chris let go of Melody's hand, allowing her to continue trying. However, she instantly went to the ground with the most adorable laugh ever. Neither of them could hold their giggles back, both laughing alongside their daughter.

"She's too cute." Chris whispered, kissing the top of her head, her brunette hair rather soft. Jill shook her head up & down. "Tell me about it. She gets it from her daddy," Jill said softly as she reached down and rubbed the back of Chris's neck. He smirked and kissed Jill's knee before glancing up at her, "Absolutely not. She got her momma's genes." He winked and stood up, allowing Melody to have some tummy time.

Chris sat beside Jill on the couch and wrapped his arm around her. Jill allowed this embrace, nestling her head against his shoulder and exhaling a deep, long breath. Chris kissed the top of her head before talking. "You know, I'm happy we're here. Having a kid with you is all I ever wanted." What can he say? He's feeling a bit nostalgic today.

His words caused a rosey flush of blush to amble over Jill's smooth face. She smirked. "Trust me, I know. It's the most precious thing ever." Jill rubbed his leg, kissing his cheek. Oh, Jill hopes theyre this in love forever. It's special. She's never been happier. Now not only does she have Chris, but Melody too.

Their little family is totally complete!

Without neither of them knowing, Melody had managed to lift herself up but then, Chris realized and took her hands, helping her up. "Eager girl, huh? Ready to keep going then." Chris chuckled and let go of her hands, still sitting on the couch. Melody stood in place for a moment before taking a single step, then another... Then another... And finally, her last step before she plopped back down onto the soft blanket beneath her.

But behold, her first steps! They finally happened! Chris bellowed before quickly standing up and picking Melody up with a total dad laugh. "Fuck yes, that's my girl!" He tossed her in the air before catching her, kissing the top of her head. Jill got off the couch and went over to the loves of her life and hugged them both, kissing Melody's cheek. "That was so good Mel!" Jill tittered.

It was so beautiful. Melody, little Melody and her first steps. They couldn't be more proud!

"Baby," Chris leaned over and kissed Jill, "She'll be walking like crazy soon." Chris laughed. Jill smiled after the smooch and nodded. "Oh I know. We best be prepared." Jill giggled and caressed Chris's cheek before eyeing down at Melody with a smile. "Oh sweet girl." She kissed her daughter's cheek.

"This can't be real." Ada whispered to herself in deep shock. Before her eyes, a plus sign on the brand new pregnancy test she bought yesterday night.

It started with the minor signs.

Feeling bloated, obscure cravings, tender body and missing her period. All of it added up and when it finally clicked in her brain, she had a suspicious feeling conjuring inside of her.

The funny thing is though, she has an IUD. It was a requirement she demanded shortly before she and Leon began engaging in intercourse. Children and having them herself were never on the cards for her. Adopting? A possibility. Leon had mentioned it once and Ada promised to think it over.

She never has, not even for a single second thought.

It's not that she has anything against children. She finds them adorable, special people on this planet. But picturing herself as a mother? That's a joke. Ada has never once wanted to become one for the simple fact she finds it hard to believe she'll be a good one, let alone just decent.

This is a major conjunction in her mind.

Leon won't be home anytime soon. He's working all day, it's only eight in the morning. With this sitting on her mind, she doesn't know what will happen. Ada sighed deeply and sat down on the closed toilet, tears beginning to welt in her eyes. She despises crying, makes her feel beyond pathetic.

It cannot be helped this time around.

"This cannot be happening." Ada whispered sadly, her head in her hands, the test on the counter now. The mere thought of locking eyes with it again terrifies her. It's too surreal.

All the emotions. She has no idea what she'll do. She's sure Leon will say something along the lines of, "Well do you want to keep it?" 'It' as if it's some extraterrestrial being. People speak of babies as if they're objects, not humans. Ada finds it displeasuring.

Whimpering cries came from her as she forced herself to stand up and look at the test. Still positive, there's no escaping that. It's real. She can't deny reality any longer.

Ada walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and heading over to hers and Leon's bedroom. The idea of sleeping this off is all she can picture doing right now. Last night was a restless one for her.

As much as she's scared, which is a rare feeling, she's hopeful in telling Leon. He'll know just what to say to put her at ease.

-

"Hmm? What?" Ada's voice was sleepy, slightly groggy as she was awakened. "Hey there hun...didn't expect to see you asleep when I arrived home." Leon chuckled out, caressing her warm back while smiling down at her.

Every single thought before falling asleep hit Ada like a freight train. She then felt nauseous. "I don't feel so good, Leon." Ada hastefully sat up in bed. He took a stance and held his hands out, helping her to her feet. "Are you alright baby?" He asked her.

Ada doesn't know where to go with this. How does a fiancé tell their soon to be spouse they're with child? It's all too much, all at once.

Ada shook her head and began to whimper again, then the cries came. "Oh baby, what is going on?" Leon said in a loving tone, pulling her into him, hugging her tightly. He stroked her black hair, feeling the silky touch of it and smelling the floral scent drifting off from it.

He's so glad she's all his now. Forever.

"I need to tell you something...but I'm so worried." It's hard for Ada to be honest but right now? There's no time for dodging the inevitable. Cat must be out of the bag and curiosity will kill it. "Talk to be. I'm here." So reassuring.

Pausing for a second, Ada took his hand in hers and crept the two of them to the bathroom. Pointing at the door handle, Leon snickered. "Am I going to open this and see a dead body or something?" Now is not the time for jokes!

Ada swung the door open.

"Take a look for yourself."

She backed away. Now all she can do is watch and see how he reacts.

Her heart felt as though it was ready to bust through her chest. She clutched it, attempting to calm herself down. With each and every step Leon took into the restroom, she stepped back herself. Her head is aching, her stomach is churning. Legs even feel weak.

This feeling is one she hasn't felt in ages.

Leon came to a stop. His eyes were dead set on the pregnancy test, screaming at him that his fiancé is pregnant. Picking it up, he got a closer look. Ada closed her eyes and put her head in her hands. What the hell!

A faint laugh was heard from Leon before sudden thumping was, before he then swept her up into his arms, holding her close. "You're pregnant? Baby, that's amazing!" "Put me down!" Ada cried out, pushing herself away from him. Leon instantly listened.

"I'm scared, Leon! You know how I feel about this." Ada stumbled back to their bed, plopping down on it. She's on the verge of puking at this point. "I understand. I know." Leon stopped himself from showing how over the moon he is right now.

Walking over, Leon sat down beside her and exhaled. He took her hands in his. "This is your choice, hun. Keep it or not." "The baby is not an it! Stop!" Ada scoffed and Leon nodded quickly, kissing her cheek a few times. "I'm sorry babe." He hummed in her ear, then kissing it. "But still. It stands."

Leon would never make Ada do something she didn't want to. He's not a maniac piece of shit.

Ada then began to cry again, this time she buried her head into Leon's neck. Leon picked her up and moved her into his lap, cradling her and talking to her.

"This is nerve wracking, that much I know. I can't imagine what you're going through, Ada, I know you're scared and hurt. I know the idea of being a mom was one you never wanted to put thought into." He began. "But like I said and will continue to say, this is up to you. I will not have a say in the matter, this is your body we're discussing here."

Just as Ada thought earlier, he managed to put her at ease.

Tinier cries came from her before he made an annoyed sound, wiping her tears and sniffling. "I feel like I'm going to vomit, it's from the stress." "Take it easy, you're okay." Leon kissed her forehead and rubbed her lower back. "I'm so sorry you're scared." He means that.

"I don't know what to do." Ada admitted. Leon nodded, moving her now damp hair out of her smeared face. "What does your head say?" Leon always asks her this when she's conflicted. "That it's smarter to not have a baby in this economy. The child would suffer." "Mhm...and your heart?"

"My heart wants me to keep the child. Raise them, love them...but I just don't know if I am capable of that." True vulnerability.

"Nonsense hun, you'd be a good mom. You've improved so much, and I know you can grow furthermore, and as can I." He's not wrong. Ada has changed, so much. That's why they're engaged at all.

Thinking for a moment, Ada got off of Leon's lap and let out an expire, trying to relax her body and mind as much as she can.

"Do you need some alone time to think about it? Because like I said, I will let you decide and I'll support you no matter what." Leon got off of the bed and ran fingers through his hair and leaning against the bedroom wall.

"No, no...I know what I want to do." Ada officially claimed. Leon smirked but tried to hide it. "Tell me."

Ada went silent for a moment before speaking.

She walked over to Leon and rested her hands on his chest, taking a deep breath and gazing at him.

The all too familiar clacking sound of your fingers rapidly pressing against your laptop keyboard in bed could be heard all throughout the silent and dark bedroom. The mounted television in front of the bed was off, and the door was fully closed, meaning the warm saturated light from the hallway was no longer visible.

Just a few more words. A couple more sentences.

That statement was on repeat in your head.

You hardly wrote today. You spent most of your day at your parents house, helping your mother with her spring cleaning and your father with his art projects. It seems as though lately, you don't get time for yourself. With that and the planning of your upcoming wedding, life seems to be a bit much.

You adjusted your reading glasses before clearing your throat, and both of those must've been the last straw for Joel.

"Baby, can you get off of your laptop for the night? It's damn near midnight and you're still up and about on it. It's time to hit the hay sweetheart."

You didn't respond at first.

"Earth to my fiancé, hello?" Joel teased, his hands going onto your slender shoulders.

You snapped out of your trance and glanced up at him, shooting him a sweet smirk. "What baby?" You didn't even realize how imbedded you were into your writing. "Turn that damn thing off or I will for you." He stated with truth. You sighed and nodded. He's right.

Time for a break.

You minimized your tabs and powered down your MacBook, closing it and sliding it back onto the desk. "I'm sorry... I don't feel like I was productive enough today." You said with defeat. "Well darlin' you spent most of your day at your parents house...you kept yourself busy. Writin' is entertaining and all but, a break won't kill ya." He's right.

Getting up from your spiny chair, you stretched your arms out and groaned before yawning. Joel smiled at you, tilting his head. "What?" "My sleepy girl." He whispered, reaching out and rubbing your hips. It feels so nice. His touch, it's all and more.

"I am a bit tired...but not extremely. How about yourself babe?" You questioned him and he shrugged monotonely. "I'm alright." "You said work killed your body today." "It did but," he pulled you against him, squeezing your ass before slapping it with a touch that was affectionate but lustful. "I think bein' with you is all I need to feel better hun."

Joel surely has a way with words.

"You're funny." "Am I now? Huh...that's a first." He grinned goofily and you rolled your eyes dramatically, hitting his chest jokingly and pulling away from his loving grasp. "You're a fool." "Only for you, my dear." His voice was low, grisly even. He's tired, you can tell.

But he's one stubborn man.

"I'll go get changed and ready for bed...I love you." You called out to him as you entered your guy's shared closet. "Love you." You heard him shout out, meaning every part of it.

-

"Now what's takin' you so damn long?" Joel grumbled when he entered the closet. You huffed out an exaggerated noise, and crossed your arms. "Alright," he leaned against the wall, "I'll bite. What's the matter?" "I can't find my one slip dress. You know, the crimson one? My velvet set? I just know it'd be so comfy and yet, it's no where to be seen."

Joel stared at you for a second. "What!?" You threw your hands up, then knocked them to your waist, holding it yourself. "My drama queen." Just because he puts 'my' in front of an insult doesn't make it sound kind. "I am not a drama queen. Is it too much to ask for, to wear an outfit I want?" "No...but laundry must be done and I guarantee it's in the downstairs hamper."

Once again, he's right. You wore it about a week ago, it's probably at the very bottom. That's a shame however, you'll find something else.

Maybe.

"This sucks." "You'll live." Joel snickered, rubbing his scruff and ambling towards you. "You're an ass." "And proud." He said pridefully.

Your eyes smiled and you put your hands on your hips again.

"Shut up." You giggled, holding back any sort of expression when his hands slithered around your waist, turning you around to face your side of the closet. "Look at all these clothes you have. Surely you'll find something sweetheart." His accent up against your ear...perfect.

Although, it is hard to hold back a face or noise, especially when you can feel his erect cock pressing against your lower back and upper ass area. For fuck sakes.

Involuntarily, your eyes closed slowly and you rested your head on his chest. Joel's fingers played with your hips, stroking them, nudging them, all sorts of movements. All of that paired with the feeling of his hardness is simply too good.

"Someone's quiet." He teased you again. His fingers slid past your shorts, now maneuvering around your panties. "Hard not to be." You panted out, feeling his hands roam on the outside of your undergarment, until he began to move slow circles on your covered clit.

"But I want to hear you." His fingers moved quicker. "Why hold back from me? You know I love it." Joel added on.

A faint moan escaped your lips, and Joel only moved his digits faster against your clothed clit. "Just like that babygirl." Joel groaned in your ear before licking the outside of it, and kissing it too. "Does that feel good?" "Mhm." "Use your words." "It feels good baby." You managed to utter out behind all the pleasure within your tonality.

Laying your head back, you bit your lower lip at the sensation. Joel knows your weakness, and he isn't afraid to use it to his advantage. "I can feel how wet you're getting...do I really turn you on that much?" Especially with the way he speaks to you. You nodded and the hand on your waist went to your neck, giving it a firm squeeze.

"I won't say it again. Use your words baby."

Fuck.

"You do Joel, you do." And you know saying his name makes him feel powerful.

“You're so beautiful...now take these shorts and undies off, now."

You obeyed. Once free, you slipped your cozy shorts off and threw them to the side, then slid your white panties, handing them to him. You know the drill. Joel sniffed them, his brown eyes closing leisurely before he stuffed them in his back pocket. "That's a good girl...now, bend over. Right there darlin'." Joel motioned at the island shoe rack in the middle of the closet.

It's full of shoes, socks and other necessities. Joel built it for you awhile back, shortly after moving into this countryside house. Where nobody can hear either of you; He's taken grave advantage of that factor.

Bending yourself over the platform, you extended your arms to keep yourself up. Shuffling could be heard from behind, and you then felt Joel's hands grab each of your thighs, squishing them playfully, leaving warm kisses all along them. "Every inch of you is beautiful." His praising is all you love to hear. Makes you even more horny.

You moaned as you then felt his tongue slid from your ass to your pussy, beginning to eat you out. He got right to it, he always does. Joel is a desperate, desperate man. He loves making you feel good, it's all he aims for. He prioritizes your pleasure over his, you know he does. There have been times he fucks you endlessly when you're ovulating, just so you can maintain satisfaction.

He's a true sex freak.

But so are you.

He toyed with you. His fingers edging along your lower body and his mouth rampant on your dripping cunt. The noises he'd make as he ate you out were incredibly attractive. He's devouring you. "Fuck...it feels amazing." You whined out. Joel lined his finger with your entrance, managing to now finger you and eat you out all the while you're bent over for him.

You sealed your eyes shut, leaving your mouth wide open. Moans and groans left you, showing him how much you're enjoying yourself. "God you taste heavenly." Joel pulled away for a second before burying himself back into your warmth.

His digit moved rapidly in you, out and in until he could feel your insides tightening around his finger. He loves that feeling. Keeping it up, his lips suctioned on you, suckling and retaining your fluids. The taste of you is delicious, Joel never gets enough. You're making him an addict, ever since the two of you got together a few years back.

"Jesus- fuck- I'm going to—" you whimpered, digging your fingers into your own arms and Joel only sped his pace of both movements upwards. You arched slightly before that wonderful feeling of orgasm took over.

Your entire body pulsated as you climaxed. Joel slowed himself down, removing his finger from within you, now only leaving gentle lewd licks on your tired pussy.

Your legs were wobbly as you attempted to stand up straight, but Joel soon shut that down. His hands held you down, forcing you to bend back over. "I'm not through with you yet baby." You held your position.

Joel unbuttoned his jeans and shifted his briefs out of the way. You could hear it. You know what he's going to do. Whenever you spend your day stressed out, doing everything for everyone else just to end up in front of that laptop all day, it bothers him. He wants to make sure you're taking care of yourself.

And feeling good.

"You're going to stay right there and take it. Let me take care of you sweet thing."

All of the nicknames he has given you, you cherish. Treasure them close to your heart. They are from the deepest parts of him. He's the best man you could've possibly asked for.

You felt the tip of his member slide up and down through your pussy. You shivered, resting your head down on the top, keeping it on your arms. Joel smiled though you couldn't see. He loves the sight of you, all relaxed and ready for him. That's the way it should always be, he thinks.

Eventually, after collecting your wetness, he entered you. The push of his cock filling your clenched insides is one you'll never get anywhere else. Like pieces to a puzzle, you two fit together just right. "That's it baby," Joel huffed out, his hands holding onto your lower waist, "You feel fuckin' perfect. That's my girl." He's always talked you through sex.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

Thrusting in and out of you, he once again wasted no time. He moved roughly with a unique speed and rhythm. You moaned loudly, not being able to contain yourself. Your body reacts on its own. Joel's simply doing the work for that very reaction out of you. "Let me hear ya, c'mon pretty." You love when he calls you that.

His hand slid up your bare back beneath your shirt, caressing you. Making you at ease as he fucks your guts out. His girth doesn't make it easy to stay still. You could feel your pelvic area hitting the island repeatedly, surely it'll bruise. But you don't care. And neither does he, right now.

He'll apologize later.

That very hand that was once rubbing your back now went up to your hair, wrapping his and within it and tugging on it harshly. You winced and held on harder. His pumps into you were only becoming more rough and reckless, you can tell he’s only getting closer and closer to cumming.

When it comes to you, it never takes him too long. He’s too whipped to you.

He’s obsessed.

“Jesus fucking Christ baby,” he groaned and growled, “you’re so tight.” You smiled at his words. “I love you.” You called out. He let go of your hair and spanked you with passion. “Say it again.” Joel demanded. “I love you so so so much.” You panted, laying your head down once again. He gripped your ass cheeks before he then came inside of you, his stream filling your insides.

You giggled and turned around. Joel was already grinning. He pet your hair, feeling its dampness and smirking more so. “My girl.” He whispered to you. He pulled himself out of you, removing his pants fully. “Let’s take a shower then hit the hay baby, what do ya say?” He took your hand in his, hugging you and kissing the top of your head.

“Mhm, okay.” You yawned.

Joel bellowed.

“Sleepy girl…I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

There it is.

A deep exhale emitted from you. Here goes nothing, your new home. Clemens Point, as it is called. Meeting Arthur, repeatedly, aching for a new way of living — all of it was meant for you and that you're sure of. Everything happens for a reason, this especially.

Holding your dress with both hands, you convoyed up the hill until you made contact with tents, a fire and voices. The first one you recognized was Sadie, then Tilly's. No sign of Arthur's.

You met with Lenny down the way, you should have asked him if he was around. Your excitement simply cannot be contained.

Sadie and Tilly turned to face you. Their faces lit up, mainly Tilly's. "Well I'll be a mad woman...it is you! How are you?" Tilly asked you, ambling closer, taking your hands in hers. "Hello Tilly, and Sadie. I am well, and yourself?" "I am quite alright, I'd say. Living life to the fullest, as people say." "That's good then, Tilly. Really. And Sadie?"

She chuckled and put her pistol in her holster. "I am mighty fine. Tired but, ain't that the usual?" Her raspy voice made a statement and you nodded at her, understanding. "Usual it is. Sorry to hear such, I hope you can rest up soon." You responded and she bowed her head slightly in agreement.

"May I pick your brain for a moment?" You said to Tilly. The woman cocked an eyebrow. "Anytime." "Do you happen to know where Arthur is? Is he here?" "Arthur? To my knowing, I ain't too sure. He's been out and about since yesterday morning. He seems...different."

Different?

Swallowing hard, you breathed in deeply and let it out sharply. "In a negative manner?" "Perhaps so. Just in his own world, I suppose." Tilly admitted. That's not any good. You sighed. "Thank you for the insight, Tilly. I'll let you know if I see him around. Have a good day, ladies." You spoke to the two of them, and they gave you a gentle wave goodbye.

You took notice of Arthur's area. His empty cot, dusty chest full of whatever he so desires, a mirror with a slim crack throughout. He's gone. Not forever, you're sure. But more than likely to clear his head. He mentioned that very action once.

"Now what do we got here?" A thick masculine voice called out from behind you. "What?" You said. You realized who it was. Dutch, the myth, the man and the so called legend that everyone profounds him to be. He's eerie. There's something spooky about him. "Didn't expect to see you around here...not without my boy Arthur, that is."

Standing tall and proud, you replied.

"I am in search of him, if I am honest. Do you know where I may be able to find him? He and I need to talk, it's been a while." You're being vulnerable, but you have to be. If Arthur isn't okay, you demand to be one of the first to know.

Dutch seems like he's got a perky head on his shoulders. He has to know something.

"I'll tell you this much, I ain't too sure where he is...he left yesterday morning. I'd talk to John, he may or may not know... Arthur used to be my concern, but a mama bird has to let her baby fly." Is he drunk?

Side eyeing him, you slowly walked away towards Abigail. She and John are together, she'll know where he's at.

Dutch is weird.

"Abigail, hello. Do you know where John is?" You questioned her. Jack was in her arms, whining about something or another. "That damn man is out of my sight! Find him yourself!" Oh. She's upset. Backing away, you watched as she and Jack went into their open tent and sat down, both mumbling and complaining.

Once again, John must've been a pain in the ass.

From your field of vision, you spotted John at the small lake. Seemingly, he was fishing. You didn't take him for the kind of man to have a hobby such as fishing. It's heart warming.

John, please know where Arthur is!

Speed walking towards the man, you cleared your throat and he shifted his head back, taking note of you. You two haven't spoke one on one before. "Can I help you?" His tone wasn't helpful. It was irritated. Licking your lips and sitting in the chair beside him, you nodded.

“Do you have any idea where Arthur is? Dutch told me you'd be the man to ask." John scoffed at your words and rolled his eyes, casting his line once again. The lake breeze was endearing. Felt nice. "Of course he did. Dutch can't handle doin' much on his own it seems." Why is everyone so bothered all of the time! It is unbearable!

You closed your eyes and put your head in your hands. Stress is an understatement. You walked from home in this heat. You'll be damned if you don't see him today.

"Yes or no? That's all I need to know." You made clear that you only want to see Arthur. You miss him. "I do know where he is. He'll be back before sundown. Stop fretting, damn." His voice is about as raspy as Sadie's. It's humorous.

Standing up with haste, you nodded. "Are you being truthful? I plan to stay here until sunset if you're being honest." "Stay then. I ain't a fibber." John retorted. "You're apart of a gang. Yes, you are." You said back, your tone demeaning. He glared at you. "Do we have a problem?" He set his rod down and stood up. "No. I was stating a fact." You put your hands on your hips.

John attempted to hide his half cocked smirk. "You're a smart ass. Go on now, he'll be back soon." You know he's not going to be hurtful towards you. Arthur would handle that. You'd hope everyone here knows that.

Until you see Arthur again, all you can do is reside at his cot. Waiting, and waiting, and more sitting around for the man.

The things you do.

-

Picking at your nails, you heard the sound of men talking. Common noise around here. The ratio of men to women is astronomical. More women should be involved if they truly want to stand for something.

You swear you've been here for hours. It's past sundown and your patience is at its breaking point.

You didn't tell your parents where you went, only that you'd be gone out and about safely. They were too busy and caught up in their schemes to care, as always.

All of this waiting and pondering is making you grumpy. You can't help it. You're tired, you want to rest in your bed and sleep until sunrise tomorrow.

Your analog watch read it was nearing ten o'clock. You left at noon. The crack of it. This is outrageous.

Right as you stood up, you grabbed ahold of your satchel and heard a voice behind you. A delicate, dainty one.

"You're waiting for Arthur, aren't you?"

You spun around. Mary-Beth. She and Arthur have an unbreakable bond. She seems darling enough.

"I sure am. Do you have any idea when he'll be back?" You asked her. She smiled and pointed towards Dutch's tent. "He's here. He just arrived. I'm not too sure he noticed you were here, so I thought I'd might as well tell you. You appear miserable." She held her hands together.

At last.

A soft redness filled your cheeks. You shook your head and patted her shoulder gently. "Thank you, you're kind. You have decency." That she does. Everyone else is too caught up in their own things to be selfless.

Marching to Dutch's tent, you walked in like you've been around here since the start. Your stride bold and your stance cold. You first made eye contact with Dutch, then Micah and lastly, Arthur himself.

"You...what are you doing here?" Arthur cooed out, his voice lowering an octave. "What am I doing here? More like, where have you been? I've waited for you all day, you told me I've been accepted." You took a step closer to him and his hands went to my upper arms, keeping you close, stilling you away from Micah.

Dutch bellowed obnoxiously before clapping his hands together. "This! This is normal people drama! Arthur, you ain't going soft on me now, are ya?" Dutch shook his shoulder dramatically and you grunted, pulling away from Arthur. "Where have you been?" "Out riding. What else!?" Arthur had a confused look on his face.

“No one aside from John was clear with me about your whereabouts. I've been stressed. I- I've, I've missed you, Arthur... your letter, I wanted to come see you as soon as possible." "I can see that darlin'." Arthur shook his head moderately and opened the cloth up, "C'mon now. Let's talk."

Following him out of the tent, you grabbed his arm to keep speed. "I don't like Dutch." You said quietly. He held back a snicker. "You ain't alone. Not very many people do. I'm startin' to question my own personal stance on the man." Arthur agreed. It's a shame, he didn't seem too bad at first. Most people don't.

Reaching his cot, the two of you sat down and he held your hands. "I was riding. It's what I do to clear my head. Ride for hours, days... Hell, I've been gone for a week." His voice was small, a whisper. "What has you all over the place?" "It's not so much of a 'what' as it is a 'who'. Because you do, I'm losin' my mind." "Oh, this again!" "No, it's different." Arthur countered.

Again, different.

"You're now with us, and it won't be a back and forth thing any longer. It's added a lot to my plate, baby, you've got to understand that." You felt a shift in your stomach. Not a bad one, but it was noticeable. "I'm aware, Arthur. I've chosen this for myself, don't make yourself so upset over a choice I made!" You demanded and he shook his head before running his fingers through his hair, his hat sat beside him.

"I worry about you. More than I have with anyone. I mean, do you even know how to use a gun? How to think fast on your feet? Control a horse attached to a wagon? Anything that may get our asses outta danger!?" "Of course I do! It's all common sense, if I'm not worried, why should you be?"

Your guy's logic is so very separate. You two were raised different, had opposite upbringings. Things aren't the same for either of you.

Arthur reached a hand to your cheek, stroking your face lovingly. His eyes were weak, staring at you with emotion you've never seen painted on his face before.

"You're so brave, it scares me...but it impresses me too." Arthur snickered and you grinned, tilting your head down as you giggled. "I'm serious though!" You protested. "I am going to be a fine asset, I promise you Arthur!" You don't know if you'll ever get through to him.

He's such a deep man. You admire him. Complex yet in a beautiful way. You're so drawn to him.

"Alright, I'm in defeat. I'll take your word for it then." He didn't seem to speak with humor, but rather concern. You also caressed his face with both hands before resting your forehead against his. You don't care who sees. Everyone already knows you spent your entire day here waiting for him.

What's affection to them?

You felt his free hand graze your upper thigh, meshing it playfully before he placed a kiss to your lips, his scruff moving against your chin. You gleamed into it, pressing against and roaming your fingers in his hair. His hand slid to the back of your neck, holding it firmly in place as he touched your waist, then your stomach.

"You two are dank!" Karen spoke in her accent as she downed another beer. You took notice of her drinking habits. Arthur shooed her away, but ended the merciless kisses. "We've heard you and Sean countless times, that ain't any better!" Arthur yelled back and Karen laughed.

Funny.

"Do your parents know anything? At all?" Arthur questioned you. "Should they?" "No." His tone was stern. You understand that. "Then they never will." "I know." Arthur said, kissing the top of your head.

"I want to stay here tonight, with you." You whispered, glancing back down at the cot. "Are you sure?" Of course you are. You don't want to be anywhere else but with him. "I am sure." You made it clear, scorching over on the cot and giving him a honorary smile. He moved his hat and took off his oversized jacket, setting it down on the wooden crate.

Arthur got into the spring beside you, laying next to you and letting your head rest on his inner upper arm. "Get some sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up." He cooed to you, his fingers playing with loose strands of your hair.

One way you are absolutely sure this is where you're meant to be is because when you're becoming vastly tired, and you put your head to rest, thoughts don't run wild and you don't feel empty.

You let out a yawn that did not go unnoticed by Jason. He began to tease you. "Someone's sleepy this morning? What were you doing last night, and make sure you tell me in fine detail." The cringy man winked at you and Kenzie smacked his upper arm. "Are you ever decent? Jeez Louise." The woman pushed him away and stood beside you.

You hid your laughter. You can tell Jason is light hearted. Harmless, as Kenzie said before. He seems to try and look past every dark moment. That is both healthy and dangerous, especially with how he is in particular.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes he's normal. Other times? Well, he can be uncalled for." Kenzie stated while helping you pack up duffel bags full of weaponry and attire.

Tomorrow, you and the team; Leon, Kenzie, Jason, Todd and yourself; Have a mission to Oregon. It'll be one helluva drive. From what you've gathered, you, Todd and Leon will be in the primary vehicle. Whereas Kenzie and Jason will follow behind.

It is supposed to be a simple data collection transaction. Supposedly, there's a forestry in North Oregon that has had recent reports of rabid creatures, leading to an older woman ending up on hospice from a bite. She can't recall what happened, but you're sure that's due to trauma.

It's not only that.

If this strain of disease leads back to anything, it could have connection to past Plaga reports. One thing you've been educated on is that, thats a worst case scenario.

Zipping up the final bag, you handed it to Jason and patted on it. "All set for the weaponry. Kenzie is finishing up the attire." "Gotcha." Jason carried the baggage away. "You're settling in nicely. Makes me happy to see. Been awhile since someone stuck around so comfortably."

You put your hands on your hips and traversed closer. Kenzie seems to have an anxious aura to her. As if she's worried she's responsible for Jason's actions, at all times. You breathed in a sharp breath and nodded. "Nothings going to break my stride, I can assure you." You said to her in a soft voice. She grinned cutely. "I know that." Fantastic.

The sound of the elevator door beeping was heard. Jason took the stairs. Gandering over, you watched as Leon and another woman exited out of it. You crossed your arms and listened to him speak.

"What's going on down here?" "We're packing for tomorrow. This is the last bag." Kenzie responded to his question, the sound of the bag being closed echoed throughout the spacious enclosed room. Leon cleared his throat, his hand going to his faint beard as he scratched it. The air was coursing, the breeze from the vents emitting as a new speed.

The room feels different as he enters it. You've began to notice this the second you met him. Leon has his own atmosphere. Maybe it's his demeanor, the way he carries himself. You aren't too sure, nor is it an issue whatsoever. Just something you've took note of.

"Well done, ladies. I hope Jason is of any help?" Leon spoke out, more of a concern than a real question. "He is." You mentioned, pointing at the back door and Leon nodded at the confirmation. He then stepped to the side and made the woman next to him more visible.

"This is Blaire. She's of the HR Rep team for the DSO. She's just tagging along with me for the day so, if either of you have any questions, she's your woman." That explains it. Human Resources, the best. In the Army, the idea hardly existed. Everyone fended for themselves and that was it.

You shook her hand. "Nice to meet you." She hummed. "Likewise." Her tone was stoic. Gave you off vibes.

Kenzie handed the bag to Jason when he made his way back. "Final one. Thank you, Jason." "You got it." The man grunted and held it tightly as he left the room once again.

"When you get the chance, meet me in my office, yeah? I'll be there most of the evening so, I won't be hard to find." Leon looked me directly in the eyes when speaking. I smiled at him in understatement. "Perfect. I'll leave you two to it. See you both around." Leon didn't use the elevator to leave. Instead, using the door that led to the basement floor.

The DSO HQ is ginormous. Not only is there damn near a billion floors, but the amount of rooms is chaotic. It's so easy to get lost. Thank goodness for the fact Kenzie and Jason seem to be everywhere all at once!

You took a glance at Leon as he walked down the hallway. He's a genuine man. You don't see that very often anymore. You're glad he's your boss, above all else.

-

A knock to his office door, it only took one.

"Come in."

You opened the wooden door leading to his main office. Leon was standing up, shuffling through his bookshelf, seemingly searching for something. "Hey," you said to him, your voice monotone but friendly. "Hey there... Everything go well with packing up for the trip tomorrow?" Leon questioned you, reverting his attention.

"Oh yeah, for sure. Kenzie and I also parked the two trucks in the front for when we depart in the morning." "Wonderful. You two are ahead of the game. Thanks." Leon replied to your statement.

You've never been more ready. Tomorrow is a day of resilience. You must prove your worth at the DSO. Leon will be there, Kenzie and Jason too, alongside Todd. No severe mistakes can commence. You refuse.

Being in the Army once before, you're confident. This is a different line of work. Some may argue it's more dangerous. Whatever the case, you're ensured of your safety. All that matters now is that all is sorted and set up for the morning, departure takes place at four in the morning sharp.

“Do you feel ready? I mean, to travel that far of a distance for a simple research intake. Unfortunately, it's just part of the job." Leon spoke aloud, leaning his hands back on his desk and looking at you. "I want to make sure you feel secure." He added on.

"I am ready. I promise. No need to worry about me." You chuckled out, giving him a genuine smile. "You mentioned earlier you needed to talk to me...? What's up?" You asked. "Right," he cleared his throat and clapped his hands together.

"The Pres wanted me to ask how you've been settling in... Survey and all." Leon snickered and gazed at you, his hazel eyes fixating on you. "Oh... I am settling in just fine. Everyone is great to work with, I'm getting used to the change of pace... You're a good boss." You laughed, and so did he.

Nodding, he sighed softly and tilted his head. "That's all I needed to hear." Leon smirked and stood up fully now. "Usually if someone complains about the job thus far, the President either positions them elsewhere or removes them from the organization entirely. You'll be a-okay though, you're doing great." You're happy to hear such.

"Before I forget..." Leon grabbed a thin book from his shelf and tossed it to you. Catching it, you read the title.

Division of Security Operations: Guidebook

"A handbook on the DSO?" "Yeah, it's required all new hires read it. Even someone as simple as a recep." Leon snickered and shrugged. Biting your lower lip as a concentration tactic, you checked the page numbers. Fifty of them. Quite the amount for such a tiny manual. Should be done by tomorrow.

"Thanks. I'll start it tonight." I told Leon. "That's all I ask of you." He put his hands together and ambled towards his desk, taking a seat.

Leon took a look at you. A long one. One that made you hold your breath momentarily before running your fingers through your hair. "I have immense confidence in you. Don't forget that." Leon hummed out, the eye contact between the two of you evident. "I won't let you down. Ever." You said humbly. "Atta girl." He opened his laptop up.

You're exhausted. It's best you head home and relax before tomorrow's big day.

"I'll see you then, Leon. I best get back and rest up." You said to him kindly, crossing your arms and holding the permitted booklet to your chest. "Excellent. Get some energy in your system for tomorrow, and I'll see you dark but early." Leon chuckled and you grinned. "Have a good night." You made your way to the door.

"You too, mon étoile."

"I hope you'll actually be able to put some of this stuff to use. Leon had ordered that someone pick up extra supplies for you."

Kenzie and her way of displaying your primary desk in the main office went well. She was the one who laminated your ID your first day here too, which you deeply appreciated. It looks clean, stuffed into your wallet and ready to be used whenever throughout the building.

On the desk sat notebooks, pens, sticky pads, etc. Basic stationary though, you're sure you'll be able to make great use of. There is a pre installed computer on the table too, though it is a bit outdated and Kenzie mentioned that most just use their modern laptops—you opt to do the exact same.

You set your tote bag down on the desk and faced Kenzie. She has truthfully made settling in here a breeze. "Thank you for all your help. I mean, I didn't expect so much guidance so, it means a lot." You said to her and she laughed, brushing it off as if her help didn't mean much. "Anytime, okay? You don't owe me anything, it's my job and besides, it's about time we get a new gal in here."

Such a sweetheart!

Giving her a nod of understatement, the office door then opened, revealing three men. Two of them you've already met, Leon and Jason. The third however, you've got zero clue in the world on who it is.

Jason shot you a friendly smile. "Glad to see we didn't scare you away." Jason said for adding on, "Though, they may not bite, but just say the word and I will." Oh God. So incredibly cringy. You laughed awkwardly and Kenzie gave him the bird, Jason only snickered at such a movement.

Leon then spoke up.

"I'd like for you to meet Todd—he is an agent, one of our top persons when it comes to marksmanship, he's top of our records." Interesting. You extended your hand and you two shared a firm greeting. "Pleasure to meet you." "Likewise." You stated as your reply.

Silence became the sound of the room before Kenzie bravely took over, talking up and mentioning something Leon was hoping to have a one on one discussion with you about; The upcoming mission.

"So Leon, have you put any more thought into our next expedition?" Kenzie asked of him. Leon let out a sigh, but then responded. "I have. Now considering we have a new face around here," he gave you a side smirk while speaking, "I say we make it a group analogy. We have someone stay back here at HQ while the rest of us commence our way there with our designated roles."

Kenzie then asked something else. She's quite the thinker, it seems.

"Who will stay back? What designated roles?"

Leon glared at her momentarily and she stopped talking.

"All of this will be covered in the debrief tomorrow, alright? Promise." He gave her shoulder a firm squeeze before gandering down at his watch and cursing to himself hushly.

Looking at you, he said something to all four of you.

"Get her settled in, I have a meeting... I'll be back to check on you soon." Leon gave his farewell before having to leave, having you remain with Kenzie, Jason and Todd.

All three of them seem chillaxed enough, even Todd. Maybe it's best you get to know the three of them.

"Maybe this is too soon but, I'd like to get to know the three of you... want to get lunch later? On me?" You questioned the three of them and in unison, they all agreed. "Oh, that was quick," you chuckled and Jason smiled while nodding. "Anyone here will take any shot at getting out of her lunch. It is rare, we usually only do it for special occasions but, this works just as well."

Fantastic to know.

"Well, find me around that time and I can drive all of us. In the meantime, the three of you can conspire together on where we should go." You giggled and Kenzie held her hands together before blurting out, "AND NO BARS!" But it's clear she was talking to the men.

They are clearly scared of her considering they immediately nodded, then walked off. Kenzie doing the same right after.

-

Here's what you know about these three so far.

McKenzie Dawson. Shes been with the D.S.O for a little over three years now. Shes a single mother of two sons, one is named Casey, the other is named Gideon. Not only that, her speciality is analysis writing and she is currently working on writing her first ever book.

Jason Farkas. He is your stereotypical "life of the party" kind of guy, but he's funny. He's been with the organization for nearly a decade now, having been around the same time as Leon. In fact, they used to have a rivalry! However, they sorted it out awhile back.

Todd Edens. Older guy, but can still hold his own. Grew up in a military family, married into another and he is overall similarly the father figure to the agents and those who work alongside them. He's been with the company for six years, having a similar story to you where he left the Air Force, and found himself here.

The three of them are all unique and honestly? You're glad you four decided to grab some grub together.

"We should have invited Leon." Jason mentioned while sipping the soda from the restaurant cup. Tilting her head, Kenzie asked why. "We don't really invite him out to these kinds of things anymore." "Because he always declines." Kenzie made a finger motion before picking up one of her fries and eating it.

She's not wrong.

Jason nodded.

"Leon speaks very highly of you." Todd said to you specifically. "Says you're a very talented woman with what you've been through... Being in the Army is no joke—what was that like?" You could relate to Todd in a way. You were both in branches of it. "Defined who I am today, it truly did, that's the plain Jane way to put it but also the most honest."

Everyone quieted down for a second, but Todd proceeded.

"Air Force did the same to me," he cleared his throat, taking a hasteful bite of his fish plate. "But I don't regret it at all... Do you regret joining the Army?" You immediately shook your head side to side. "Not for a second." It may have been hard and pushed you to such points you questioned your will and worth, but you kept going.

You would not be the strong woman you are today without it.

Kenzie then changed the subject.

"How do you feel about Leon thus far?" She nudged you and chuckled. "Yeah, has he been a hard ass at all?" Jason chimed in. "He's fine. Not a hard ass at all." You stated and the two looked at each other. "My first day was a lot... Leon made sure to knock my confidence down a few pegs." Kenzie muttered and Jason snickered, "I recall."

Odd. Leon's been nothing but nice to you. Seems he's changed? Per chance he's discovered more affective ways of helping people settle into the job itself.

You took a bite from your BLT sandwich and as you put it down, you leaned back against the seat and dramatically groaned. "I am so full, how about you guys?" "Same here." Kenzie giggled and the men laughed. "Weak little stomachs. We'll take ours to go then." "That works." You nodded and pulled some cash out, placing it down onto the table—a $100 should cover it and the waiter can keep the change for himself.

"We'll be outside waiting." Kenzie waved to the men and the both of you headed out of the restaurant in the downtown area.

-

Later into the night, it was going on eight o'clock. Kenzie was wrapping up her stuff to leave, and you're going to be stuck here a little while longer working on paperwork that every new recruit must suffer through.

Everyone goes through it!

"I'll see you tomorrow then and by the way, thanks for lunch earlier. I got us next time." She smiled at you and held her clipboard close to her chest. "Yeah, yeah." You let her go then and as she opened the door, Leon walked through and set the brand new black printer down onto the table beside the entry way.

Kenzie cursed to herself quietly.

"Leon, fuck, I forgot. Sorry." "It's fine. I figured you did." That's right. About ten minutes ago Leon asked if Kenzie would bring the brand new printer up as her final task. You two got so deep into work and talking that it must've slipped her mind. You decided to say something. "Definitely not her fault, Leon." You ambled over to them both. "I totally distracted her and let it slip past my mind. I'm sorry for that."

Leon's demeanor changed at the sight of you. Whether it was in a negative or a positive way, you couldn't really tell. He sighed deeply and opened the door back up for her. "Have a good night. Be here early for debrief tomorrow." She then left and following up after, you heard the elevator ding, ensuring her absence.

"How's everything going with you? Official first days are always stressful but, you se to be handling it well...?" "Honestly, yes." You let out a breathless laugh while nodding and leaning up against the wooden table, the new printer pushed up on it safely. "I even took Kenzie, Todd and Jason out for some lunch. I got to know them a lot better." "So I heard." Leon's voice was monotone but in a way you knew wasn't on purpose.

He's just a very much straightforward man.

Glancing over your shoulder, Leon took note of the light from your laptop, realizing you are still working. "How's that coming along? Any questions?" He suggested and you gandered back at the device yourself. To be fair, you haven't been necessarily hustling...

"No worries, but thanks. I've got this." You do. It's nothing you cannot handle.

Leon knows that. He trusts you. He has learned from past mistakes of not checking on people, it's gotten the damn President on his ass once or twice before.

The dim yet warm lighting in the semi dark room added an atmosphere of curiosity to be explored. The office is always bright and lit up during the day however, about an hour ago you and Kenzie agreed to make it this way if it's just the two of you in here alone, or with others who enjoy it as you two do.

It's very peaceful, it brings you a sense of comfort.

"Well then, I wish you luck. Take your time and finish up... I'll see you tomorrow for more details on the upcoming departure." That's right, it'll be your very first one and hopefully, first one of plenty.

"I'll see you then, Leon. Thanks." You opened the office door for him, giving him a helping hand before closing it and walking back over to your laptop.

Pacing back and forth anxiously around the bedroom, tons of thoughts roamed throughout your mind. Is Zeno having an affair? Is he going to abandon you? What could he possibly be up to from earlier in the evening until now, nearly six o'clock the next morning. None of it adds up!

Quite frankly, you're growing tired of it.

Tired of the constant worrying. Wanting him to be okay and happy with your guy's marriage seems impossible with how he has been this past couple of months. You've questioned him countless times and it's the same response time and time again.

"Don't worry about it."

"It's none of your concern."

"Just let me do things my way."

It goes full circle back to him and what he wants. He never seems to care about what you might want and need. It is exhausting.

The sound of the front door opening and then closing was heard. As if you were a cat, your head perked up and you ran out of the bedroom door and down to the railing of the staircase, glancing over it.

There he is, Zeno. In the flesh. He appears irritated already. You're sure it is from the numerous phone calls you made and voicemails you left him.

Ambling down the staircase in your robe, you were quick to confront him.

"You have been gone since seven yesterday evening! What is going on!?" You demand answers. Zeno rolled his eyes at your words as he removed his leather jacket, hanging it up on the rack. "Seriously? Rolling your eyes at me? What are you, a child-" You wanted to say more, but you cut yourself off.

His eyes were piercing you. He was staring at you with a look you haven't seen from him in a long time. It's dark and scary, mixed with it somehow being... Arousing?

Partial to your attraction to Zeno is his domineering side. It's hot and honestly? You've always digged it.

But lately, how can you?

Zeno is hardly your husband anymore. He is a stranger. Someone you hardly know.

Grabbing ahold of your arm tightly, you winced and shook your head. "What are you doing???" You yelled at him as he began to drag you up the stairs alongside him. "Zeno! Zeno, let me the hell go!" As you two reached the top of the steps, he let go of you roughly and glared down at you.

"38 missed calls. 20 voicemails. All throughout the span of three hours. Are you that clingy? That desperate? It's pathetic, truthfully." Zeno sounded disgusted. He took your wrist this time around and held onto you before shoving you down onto your guy's bed, then grabbing your legs and tossing them from the edge of the bed and onto it completely.

Sitting yourself up, you scoffed. "You told me you'd be back before midnight! Tell me, who is she? Some whore you met at a bar? Or better yet, some PhD bitch you are all obsessed with because the two of you share common interests?" You mention that because recently, Zeno mentioned how he wishes you shared his passions.

Total bullshit.

Zeno made a face of annoyance at your claims. "Shut the fuck up for once." He snorted out as he grabbed you by the ankles, pulling you back down to the edge of the bed. Can this man make up his mind!?

"What? I'm right, aren't I?" You spat out and he grabbed you by your neck, pulling you up to meet his face close. "No. You aren't. Your mouth is speaking in lies when I can think of a much better use for it." Oh my God. You attempted to move his hand away from your throat but his grip only grew tighter.

Zeno put his face directly in front of yours, his forehead pressing against yours in a manner you could not define. You wanted to look away, you really did. But you couldn't. His eyes are so very encapsulating. Your eyes were watery whereas his were that gorgeous, deep color of his. It irritates you how glorious his eyes are.

"You don't trust me one bit, do you?" He tilted his head slightly. You don't know how to respond to such a wonderance. Instead you just kept your eyes on his, which resulted in his fingers becoming tenfold on your abrasive neck. "Answer me. Now." Zeno stated sternly.

You used to trust him. When the two of you became partners for life, you were truly beyond in love with him and you felt as though he was with you. It's just that this past year has shown you so much about Zeno; His true colors. It's upsetting. He's a dark, dark man, who is always up to something or another.

You slowly nodded your head. His eyes never left your tainted expression. "I trust you. But you can't deny the fact you've been way too secretive, Zeno." You just want to hear him verbally agree with you.

Letting go of you, Zeno backed away from the bed and gandered up at the clock. It has been well over the time he told you he'd be back—that's not good on his part. However, Zeno knows what he's been doing, and it isn't infidelity—it is business. Business that'll never involve you.

Adjusting your robe, you went to get out of the bed but Zeno spoke up in a stark tone. "Sit back down." He murmured and began to unbutton his grey work style shirt. Listening, you got back onto the bed and watched him. Shirtless, he tossed his button up onto the ground and glanced back at you. "Come," he patted the very end of the bed.

Crawling down to him, you looked up at him. Zeno loves when you listen well. You always have, even during your most stubborn moments. It's just the way you're wired when it comes to him and your guy's relationship.

"I'm not having an affair, since you've gotten that idea in that pretty little head of yours, somehow." He whispered to you softly as he put his hand onto your cheek, caressing your face as he was looking down at you. "However there are some things you don't need to be a part of—such as my job. So will you just leave me to it from now on?"

As he finished up his sentence, his thumb found its way onto your lips. He parted them and slipped the finger into your mouth. You suctioned your lips around his thumb, your eyes locked with his intensely.

"Will you, darling?" He reinsinuated.

"Mhm."

You couldn't speak with his thumb in your mouth. Not that you are to complain about it. You like it.

"You're very tolerable when you listen to me, you know that, right?" Tolerable. You ran your tongue along his thumb before he pulled it out of your mouth and instead, brought it down to the cust of his dress pants.

"Tolerable girls are great but you want to know what's even better?"

The pop of the button from his crotch was heard as he dropped his black bottoms. You could see how hard he was. You then felt a pool of wetness make itself known between your legs.

"Good girls. Which, I know you can be one." He sighed softly and grabbed ahold of himself, pumping his cock as he stared down at you.

You genuinely hate how easy you are for him. It's fucking sad, but you revel in it, but not nearly as much as he does.

"Will you be my good girl tonight?" Zeno asked you, as he then took your hand in his free one, squeezing it gently.

Without a second thought, your head moved up and down automatically. That smirk overcame his face—the one he gets when he knows he's won you over again with his skeevy talk. "Mmm, yeah." He nodded slowly, taking your hand over to his hardened dick and letting go of it. "Show me how good of a girl you can be for me."

It's been some time. The two of you don't engage in anything sexual as of late. He's been too busy, and you hate it. The two of you used to go at it everyday. It just doesn't feel proper to let your body go unused knowing he has his advances.

You began to jerk him off, but at an already perfect pace. Zeno winced with a pleasurable noise, his eyes closing as he wasted no time focusing on the feeling. Being able to guide you, to get you to do anything he wanted, was a power he's never let go past him. Even in these past few weeks, he's thought about it. Hell, pictured it.

He won't admit it but, he needs it.

Zeno needs you.

Licking your lips hastefully, you brought your mouth down to his tip before swathing your wet lips around him. He grunted and bit his lower lip with a sharp motion, his head shooting downward to look at you.

Sliding your head back and forth, you took him as deeply as you could. He's big, both in length and width. It's almost too much, but you love it. So does he. The sight of you gagging around him, drool and watery eyes, it's so unbelievably beautiful. The joy it gives him is unimaginable. You're just something else in his eyes.

"Don't you dare stop. Don't slow down. Be my best girl." He whispered with a halted voice, his hips beginning to naturally move to match the bobs of your head.

The feeling of his cock slamming into the back of your throat was exciting. Your eyes remained open as of now, locked with his as a singular tear dripped from your right eye, streaming down your rosy cheek. "Oh," he shook his head as he smiled at the picture perfect view. "Such a perfect woman... That's it... Don't stop now..."

Both of Zenos hands went to your shoulders, giving them a good squeeze as his hips began to buck forward at a pace you could hardly match. You tried your best to keep up although, it didn't matter all too much considering shortly after, that familiar taste of his seed shooting into your mouth happened and you closed your eyes, swallowing every last bit.

You licked your lips and fixed your hair. Zeno stopped his panting and chuckled before getting up onto the bed, shoving you down onto your back, which caused you to gasp. Once again, not wasting any singular second of time.

His hands went from the bed and to the tie on your robe. He undid it and in doing so, he revealed your sensual bra and panties that lied underneath the expensive sleepwear. "I could never be unloyal to you... You've been my wife for a long time; I don't foresee that changing." His way of reassuring is odd but, it works for him.

Zeno started from your lips and made his way down to your breasts. His kisses were passionate, full of lots of feelings that weren't just arousal. It's clear they are out of a deep love too. He suckled on your neck, leaving red and purple hickies all over you, as if the two of you are teenagers. It was humorous, in a way.

Nuzzling his head between your boobs, you began to play with his brushed hair as he kissed, sucked and bit down on the outer area of your tits. He used his right hand to pull down part of your bra, exposing your nipple.

Bringing his mouth down, he sucked on your nipple. You moaned and tilted your head back, your hair disheveling itself against the satin pillow case. His teeth grabbed ahold of your nipple, the overstimulation causing your entire body to shake as a whole.

"Zeno..." You expired breathlessly, closing your eyes. It feels so good. Why is he suddenly all over you? “No talking.” Zeno said aggressively before pulling his head away and reaching for your underwear, smirking to himself as he started to inch them down your legs.

He completely pulled off your panties and brought them to his nose, taking in the smell with a great sigh before throwing them to the side of the bed. Watching him do that was incredibly sexy. You hate how handsome he is, and how he knows that he is. Zeno knows how to use it against you.

“Let’s see,” he reached his hand down between your legs, his fingers going for your folds. He made an acceptable noise. “You’re so wet… Is this all for me, sweetheart?” That stupid tone. So condescending! You rolled your eyes and when he caught you doing that, his other hand went for your jaw, jerking your head back to face him.

“You know better than to do that. Knock it off.”

You wanted to act like a child. Throw a fit for further attention. But you know how Zeno works. If you’re good with a splash of mischief involved, you know everything will work out for you. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, despite the fact he told you to not talk.

Zeno kissed your lips before pecking your forehead. He slid his fingers away from your heat, bringing them to his lips and sucking the juices from you up with delight. “You taste good, but I wonder something.” That very same hand then went to his cock, aligning it with your soaking warmth.

“Do you feel just as amazing as you taste?”

Zeno then slammed himself inside of you, his erect member hitting your inner walls with an aggression that knocked the breath out of you. “Oh fuck!” You moaned aloud and he brought his mouth down to shut you up, kissing you deeply, his hips rocking back and forth into you skillfully.

It’s been so long, or so it feels. Has he gotten bigger? Better? The feeling of the base of him slipping in and out of your wetness was extraordinary. It feels too good. You swathed your arms around his neck, keeping your husband close as he fucked you with that very same passion you know he’s always had—and hopefully will forever have.

“You taste and feel so perfect, yet you have the audacity to assume I am cheating on you?” Zeno huffed out as he was railing you, one hand on your throat, the other gripping the silky sheets beneath the both of you. You didn’t say anything, nor did you make a head motion. “I could and would never… You’re the only woman for me.” He grunted, closing his eyes and dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

Silence from the two of you, vocally. All that could be heard was the bed creaking, pants from the both of you and the intense sound of your guy’s bodies shifting together sexually.

You went to grab ahold of his face but with one swift movement, Zeno took your wrists and dropped them down above your head, keeping them in place. Now you can’t touch him at all. His hair strands were floating above your face as he was admiring you. Those eyes of his, they’re so captivating. Very arousing.

“I love seeing how vulnerable you can be,” Zeno laughed out as his dick began to throb within you, and his movements were even more sloppy with a messy love. You were shaking at this point. You can’t help it. The way his slim waist thrusted into you, you’re sure there’ll be bruises when you awaken later. He’s so rough with you; Neither of you could ever have it any other way.

Shutting your eyes, your mouth gaped open and you felt spit go into it. Your eyes shot open, and a slight leer appeared on your face. Zeno spat into your mouth before he then took his hand, his other holding both wrists down, as he then smacked your face before grasping your chin.

Holy fuck he’s so perfect.

“Look at me while I cum so deep inside of you.” He stated though, there was no compromising.

“That’s my girl.”

He then unpinned your wrists and reached down, his fingers going to your clit, rubbing it in smooth motions in hopes of making you have an orgasm alongside him.

Everything happening all at once, you weren’t surprised when the two of you came together. The fucking itself, the noises, him touching you… Your orgasm was phenomenal, and as was his.

Zeno pulled himself out of you after he shot his load in you, his breathing uneven and his body drenched from sweat. You were shaking, your legs uneasy and your head racing with thoughts. One thing though, the two of you were in bed, side by side, reminiscing on the crazy sex you both just had.

Taking one another's hands, Claire and Leon stepped close to one another as the song they chose as their first dance for their wedding began to play. The melody was loud so everyone could hear it, but the speaker made it sound soft, which made it even better. The song they decided on a few months before their wedding was 'Thinking Out Loud' by Ed Sheeran - a song they both enjoy and an artist they believe has a wonderful voice.

Claire's dress flowed as their movements picked up. Her wedding dress is rather unique. It's long and slightly trails in the back, it has faint sparkles along its back and the sleeves are long too - it suits her well. Another factor about it in the front of it. It covers her cleavage, which she wanted heavily when choosing a dress. She just felt it was more modest. It's really gorgeous in the front, all white with faint sparkles towards the bottom. It truly suited her.

Leon's outfit was normal, just a black suit. He didn't want to do anything extravagant for himself, but instead, all for Claire. It's what she deserved for the fact she put together the wedding together herself. It's not that Leon never wanted to help out, he did, he just sucked at it. He was better with focusing on the minor aspects of it.

His hands traced her back as they swayed around the floor, gazing at one another. Claire's arms were swathed around Leon's neck, faintly playing with his hair out of nervousness as they danced around the center of the room. Everyone's eyes were on them, just the two of them. Leon didn't let it bother him as much but Claire isn't much of the type to be the center of attention.

The guests consist of their family and friends, some plus ones too. It's been a beautiful wedding so far.

Leon twirled Claire before pulling her back into him. Before the wedding itself and well in advance, they practiced dancing considering well, neither of them are good at it. It's been such a lovely thing to learn with one another, they've both enjoyed it and put all of their efforts into it, especially Leon. All he wants is for their wedding to be to Claire's standards and so far, it's gone amazingly.

Whilst they danced, Claire tilted her head as he looked into her now husband's eyes before speaking. "How are you feeling?" She whispered. "Great. You?" "Perfect." She smiled and nodded. Leon squeezed her hips when she said that, a sign of his joyfulness. "That's what I like to hear, my love." Leon pressed his forehead against hers, smiling brightly at her. "I love you, Leon." She said. "I love you most." He sighed deeply, bringing his lips up to her forehead and kissing it sweetly.

Once again, Leon twirled her as the song hit it's middle, timing it excellently.

"Guess the work we've put in has paid off; You are a fine dancer, Mr. Kennedy." Claire bit her lower lip before smirking at him. "As for you too... Mrs. Kennedy." He hummed out to her. Claire felt tears welt in her eyes from happiness but to save Leon any worry at all, she just went and rested her head against his chest as they danced continuously.

Around the room of the establishment they got married in, the guests simply watched. Chris, watching his sister in utter awe. Seeing her grown up like this, it's a blessing and a curse. Time can suck. He's just happy he was the one to walk her down the aisle. Jill is a plus one with Chris, sitting beside him. She was in awe too, it's like seeing her baby sister all grown. It's quite the sight to witness.

Sherry is in attendance too. For her, it's like seeing her second parents come together and get married. She couldn't be happier. Admittedly, during the ceremony, she teared up a bit. It's just so great.

As for some of their friends, quite a few are here. The buttons are, all of them, in support of primarily Claire but they know and love Leon too. Barry is proud of Claire for finding a man in which treats her amazingly. Moria is happy too, Claire looks gorgeous and she can't stop admiring her.

Leon has a few friends from his agency in attendance. He has known them for so long, it was almost an obligation to invite them. Ashley Graham and her father are present too, being they've known each other for a while and went through hell and back together. Ashley is glad she came, Leon is happy and for her, that makes her happy. The wedding has been stunning so far, in her words. Graham is proud of Leon, it was about time he settled down with a spunky lady who wasn't a fling.

Overall, their wedding has been fantastic.

As the song slowly came to a close, Claire lifted her head and leaned in, kissing Leon lovingly. He held her waist close and firmly, deepening the kiss with pure gentleness. Honestly, this kiss felt more special than their one at the alter and wow, the one at the alter was spicy!

You about tripped over yourself as you slipped your other foot into your ran down muck boots, the ones you've owned since your late teen years. You've been awake less than an hour, but managed to sleep in.

When Arthur had given you a ride back to the camp, then back to your house, he let you know to take the next week with some ease. He promised to write to you. That man best have kept his promise because now you're going to check the post office, where all of your mail gets sent to.

When it comes to receiving letters from him, you try your absolute best to keep them hidden. Especially from your father. If he were to find out that you were writing back and forth with a man he's hardly met, you'd be in some deep trouble with him.

This past week has been off its rocker. You haven't worked once. You doubt its because your parents have had a sudden change of heart. They're just too focused on the store for themselves, which is a rarity. A luxury you'll take, no matter how long it may last.

Stumbling out of your home, the sun was streaming itself down upon the quaint town that is Rhodes. Lately, it's been a never ending heat wave! Just a constant battle of mankind against a bright, yellow light in the sky—treacherous! It wouldn't be so bad but your wardrobe is limited when it comes to comfortable summer attire.

The Post Office isn't too far from where you reside considering you're near the General Store itself. Luckily for you, there's a chilling breeze in the air today. You wish it was this way everyday. Instead, you're being eaten alive by extreme warmth and the occasional nat that can't keep to bugger off.

Men and women of the town were all cooped up in their homes. No one wants to be outside in this God forsaken heat! You don't blame them one bit. Then again, that'll make your trip to check the mail easier. Less people, less of a crowd and a hasteful time attending to it all.

Hypothetically, if Arthur hasn't written you yet, you'll take it as a sign; Per chance the two of you were never meant to be. It would be a pain but one you must take with stride. You care for Arthur, deeply, but if he truly cannot see himself spending time with you, he's not the one—as much as that tears at your heart.

If he has wrote you however, you'll be uncontrollably happy! To see his cursive on paper again, and to reimagine his voice as you read the letter, both are exquisite feelings. They are ones you want to feel again.

Stepping up the porch to the wooden yellow establishment, you brushed your dress off before pushing the doors open. A man behind the coverted desk spoke up. "How can I help you, miss?"

You let him know about the mail and he gave you a nod before handing you the key to the black metal carrier. Arthur, don't let all of this down.

You twisted the key inside and opened it up. Two pieces of mall. Ugh. The first one is meant for your father. It appears to be a bank statement of sorts. What money could he possibly have. Yall are poorer than a dog on the streets. As for the second letter, your eyes gleamed with joy as you read who it was from.

Arthur Morgan.

Biting down onto your lower lip, you gave the worker a wave of gratitude before exiting the Post Office and walking past the stairs to sit down on the bench connected to the porch. You, to no surprise, immediately sliced the letter open, taking it out and beginning to read all of what Arthur had wrote.

"I'm not one for feeling nervous. That just ain't me, if you couldn't tell already. Yet you, you have managed to instill such a striking feeling into me. Whether that's a fascinating or a bad thing, I am unsure of as of now, but I can say you most definitely have.

I've thought about all that you told me. I was so desperate for clarity, I done went and spoke to Mary-Beth about the inquiries of romance. She helped, a little.

I feel a lot of ways everyday, but it's become more and more clear to me that when I am alone with you, or hell, around you at all, those grunge feelings dissipate and all I begin to feel is purity. A sense of safety overcomes me and suddenly, all that matters to me is protecting you. Mary-Beth told me that's love. Do you think so?

I spoke to Dutch. He's quite the thinker. I will always respect him, but that doesn't mean I'll always agree with him. In this case, I don't. Against my better judgement, Dutch agreed to let you join us. As for why, I'm not aware. More people, more money. Leverage. Hell, I'm lost.

I'm distraught but grateful. As you have once said, it could be the better for you. It's only a matter of time until we truly know, my dear.”

Finishing the final paragraph of the letter, you folded it back how it was before staring down at the wooden built deck beneath you. None of this feels real. Dutch, the Dutch who is head of the gang is allowing you to be a part of it?

You can't deny, it is a bit sketchy that he's letting this slide. It has a funk to it. Nevertheless, you get to be with Arthur and while now he may not agree with the idea of it, he's going to have to deal—you are never leaving that man's side.

Uplifting yourself from the worn down bench, you were quick to be away from the Post Office and on your way back to your residence—for now.

All you can plan to do with your time is pack some things, and head for Arthur.