soft love.

she didn't care what anybody else thought about them. as long as she and aiden were happy, she didn't think anything - or anybody - else mattered. "anything." she repeats with ease, since she hadn't been more certain of anything in her life. she hadn't known she was capable of feeling as strongly as she did for aiden. she hadn't known that this type of love, this type of fire and hunger was even possible before him. now, she felt so comfortable within his embrace, she didn't think twice about expressing it. some might've pegged her as a fool, but she didn't care about that either. in that case, being a fool had got her in exactly this position and she couldn't have been happier about that. "hm, but i don't regret it," the giggle that follows suit is a sweet as sugar, nose nudging against his own, then his cheek, then his jaw, before she presses a gentle, lingering kiss against his skin there. "that sounds like exactly what i want..." the confession falls purred against his ear, allowing her hips to roll down against his own purposefully, teeth tucked against her bottom lip; restraining a moan and a smirk.

it's a low groan that rumbles deep in his chest at the intoxicating roll of her hips, the sound caught somewhere between a breathless laugh and pure, unadulterated desire. long digits tighten instantly against her waist, digging into her soft skin, refusing to let her move another inch away until he's entirely in control of the friction between them. "you're such a little menace, princess." the male breathes out against her skin as his lips trail down the column of her neck. he can feel the frantic little flutter of her pulse beneath his mouth, and it only fuels the fire she just lit in his veins. "telling me exactly what i want to hear, moving like that … you're trying to see how fast you can make me lose my mind." he shifts his weight, pressing her back into the mattress until the soft sheets catch them, his taller frame settling over hers so perfectly it feels entirely destined. with little effort, he pins her wrists above her head with one hand while his free palm slides up her thigh, the heat of his palm searing through her skin. "if that's what you wnat, you know i'm always more than happy to oblige." / @lustfooled ♡

"okay - so, if i broke up with her again, it wouldn't be completely off limits?" his relationship with her best friend was laughable at this point. more often than not, she'd broken up with him over the most intricate parts of his personality or the fact that he'd cheated on her in his sleep, or because she didn't like how he did his hair. he hadn't put a stop to it because he hadn't seen the harm in it, but they weren't going anywhere fast and if otto could see to it, they wouldn't be going anywhere at all anymore. his budding attraction for her best friend really putting a spanner in the works. his head tilts as he watches her still, gaze flickering purposefully across her features. fuck, she was gorgeous. she was also a little bit terrifying and completely off limits, what was a man to do? "i don't love her, ky. she doesn't love me. you know that as well as i do. she thinks i'm pathetic, doesn't she?"

 "— no, that's not what i meant!" an exhasperated sigh escapes her, the sound catching in her throat as she realizes how easily he just twisted her words against her. a furious blush creeps up her neck, her honeyed hues narrowing into a dangerous glare. "you're completely missing the point." she points out, er hands clenching into fists at her sides to stop herself from reaching out and physically shaking some sense into him. "if you two broke up for good tomorrow, it wouldn't magically make this okay. there are lines you don't cross, and sleeping wiht your ex's best friend is at the very top of that list." and yet, it's not enough to stop her from wanting it. from secretely wishing that the two of them would break up, for good. that he would finally belong to her without the suffocating weight of guilt holding them back. "she doesn't think you're pathetic," she murmurs, the righteous anger completely draining from her tone. "i just .. i don't get why you're together if you don't love each other, like what's the point?" / @lustfooled ♡

leyla's cheeks burn under his question and a blush overtakes every inch of visible skin. all she can do initially is nod, as it was a titbit of information she didn't share with everyone. "don't be mean," still she laughed softly, nose scrunching as she shrugs her shoulders. "my brother stuck around most of the time, because i asked him to." call her a prude, but if she didn't feel a strong urge to give into temptation, she wasn't going to do it. "...is that bad?"

"bad?" the male lets out an amused chuckle, shaking his head. "no, i don't think it's bad." he takes a slow step, his darker hues dropping to watch the soft blush painting her cheeks before locking right back onto her pretty eyes. " it's just .. a massive plot twist, considering how much game you try to talk." he leans his hip against the edge of the table, crossing his arms over his chest as a lazy, intrigued smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. "so are you waiting for marriage, or just for the one?"/ @lustfooled ♡

a brow cocks in bewilderment as she speaks. if he didn't know any better, he'd suspect that she wanted to get him into trouble with her father. "i don't have to tell him? come on now, miss wilson. you know that i do have to tell him. otherwise he'll find out another way and he won't be able to trust me anymore. or is that what you're aiming for?" julius questions with a tilt of his head, taking a confident step forward. "what were you thinking?"

 miss wilson. she hates it. hates how formal it sounds from him, nothing but a reminder of the boundary line drawn neatly between them. it's a title that puts miles of distance into a space where she desperately wants none, instantly making her feel like a reckless child being scolded by the one person she wishes would see her differently. "what ? — i'm not aiming for anything. i just thought .. out of everyone, you might actually have my back for once." warm hues glance away for a split second, a humorless chuckle escaping her. "you know what? nevermind." / @lustfooled ♡

"yes, i'm ... sorry." and she knows it means nothing. it's easy enough to see it in the way serena inches a step away when she never has before. no, the two of them always stepped closer toward each other because they were the one that each other needed. in times like this, she would help fix things and makes it so her best friend remained steady. right now, all she can do is watch through blurred vision while it feels like a piece of herself pulls away. "what do you want me to say? i fucked up." that's an understatement. really, it's so far from the truth that she can't even believe the words that escape her. because she hadn't fucked up, hadn't made a mistake. even if it was stupid and she knew it every single time, that never changed the fact that she wanted it. "it wasn't ... long. it's done and it'll never —i'll never even look at him again, okay? i fucked up and i'm sorry."

there are so many things she wants to say, so many things she feels right now. but no words seem big enough to hold the magniture of the betrayal crushing her chest. a bitter, broken laugh cuts through her tears. "it wasn't long?" she repeats, her voice trembling so violently that the words pratically splinter int he air. "you say that like it makes a difference. like there's an acceptable amount of time to destroy my family. — you still chose to do it. every single time you looked at him, every text you sent, yuo looked at my life and decided it was worth scarificing." the buzzing numbness in her fingers intensifies, a terrifyingly loud static filling her head as her brain begs for order. begging her to count, to blink, to do something to fix the catastrophic shift in her universe. but the rules have broken, the safe heaven is gone. "don't look at him again? it doesn't matter if you never look at him for the rest of your life," the blonde chockes out. "i don't want to see you ever again, you're dead to me."

when she speaks her best friend's name, a name he's heard so many times, a name that's usually filled with joy whenever serena speaks it, his stomach drops because he thinks something happened to her. then a heavy silence sits between them as she goes on and his blue gaze widens in the slightest. "—what?" his voice is low, almost whispering the single word. part of him can't believe it, causing his head to shake, but seeing the way she shakes makes his stomach drop that much more at the thought. "are you sure? how — when ..." anything he might say doesn't feel right on the tip of his tongue. inhaling deeply, his hand reaches back out to wrap around her elbow, pulling her along the rest of the way from the foyer toward the living room to inch her along until she sits on the couch. "tell me what happened. how the hell did you find that out?"

it all feels surreal. like a fucking nightmare she can't wake up from, no matter how hard she tries. once again, she allows him to guide her along. the plush cushions from the couch sink beneath her, but she still feels completely lost, like she's free falling through the floorboards of his apartment. "i went through his phone," she chockes out, honeeyd hues locking onto a random spot ont he carpet. just admitting out loud brings back that overwhelming wave of panic, her fingers immediately starting to twitch as her mind desperately begs for a compulsion, but there is no comfort to be found in her head right now. "he's been acting weird, has spent his time at work, and whenever he is home, he and my mom just keep fighting." a shaky breath shudders past her petals, and she knows she's old enough to live on her own, to not let her parents' marriage dictate her own stability, but her mind didn't work like that. it never had. "i found text messages, pictures, just .. months of it."

steps out of the way as the other femme exits the room and walks into the adjacent kitchen . grabs herself a beer from the refrigerator and comes back out , plopping down on the couch . twists the cap off to take a sip , "i was around the block , figured i'd stop in and bother you ." there's a pause before she looks up at him like he wasn't telling her something , "i haven't heard from you today . got worried a bear came out of the woodworks and ate you up ."

he loves how comfortable she is around him, how she claims his space and his couch as if it were her own. long legs follow her back into the living room, a soft smile replacing the lingering tension on his face as he leans his shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. "so, in other words, you missed me." the male teases, an amused glint dancing in his warm hues as he tracks the casual way she takes a sip of her beer. "i appreciate the concern, but i think i can handle a few woodland creatures, it takes a lot more than that to get rid of me." he walks over and plops down on the opposite end of the couch, kicking his legs up onto the coffee table. "what were you doing around the block, anyway?"

"i forgot ," he lands his glass down on the table with a little more force than intended , "you were never good at the word ' no ' ." the jab is uncalled for given their situation , but grant had never dabbled in relationships for this reason alone . no one was ever faithful enough to be in one . "she's an associate of my father's . he brought her along ." and naturally , she clung to his arm .

pearly whites bite the inside of her cheek, the sting not nearly enough to drown out the burn of his words. she flinches, just a fraction, but catches herself before he can see how deeply the blade twisted. it's a familiar defense mechanism, one she's perfected over a lifetime of trying to hold her head high while everything around her crumbles in slow motion. "that's low, even for you." she murmurs, steely blues glancing at the glass he'd just slammed onto the table. "what did you expect me to do, anyway ? we can't all be our father's favorite child. some of us actually have to play by the rules."

he  pulls  a  humorless  chuckle  from  somewhere  deep  within,  cutting  his  gaze  toward  the  other  side  of  the  empty  arena.  it  marks  an  empty  cup  left  behind  on  one  of  the  seats  in  the  second  row,  and  he  brieftly  wonders  what  kind  of  person  leaves  their  trash  behind.  the  irony  wasn’t  lost  on  him.  he  knew  she  felt  discarded  by  him  when  he  packed  up  his  things  with  no  explanation  and  left  town.  he  thought  he  was  protecting  her  from  his  ghosts,  and  he  still  believed  that  to  be  true,  but  he  knew  how  it  looked  from  her  side.  his  fist  closes  around  the  white  construction  paper  he  still  clings  to.  big  purple  letters  in  all  caps  that  read  THAT’S  MY  GIRL !  it  cracks  under  the  pressure  of  his  frustration  until  he’s  using  his  other  hand  to  form  a  ball  out  of  it.  “  there’s  still  time.  ”  he  challenges,  tossing  it  into  the  bin  next  to  him  before  glancing  down  at  her  finger.  only  one  ring,  not  two.  an  engagement  was  only  a  verbal  commitment.  there  was  no  document  tying  the  two  of  them  together  ...  yet.  “  you  can’t  marry  him,  kyria.  you  barely  know  the  guy.  ”   

this was exactly what she was trying to avoid. the exact reason why she's been avoiding him, his calls, anything that would threaten to tear down the fragile, neat little life she had tried so desperately to build in his absence. "no," manicured frows furrow as pearly whites sink into the inside of her cheek. "you don't get to do that." she whispers, unable to keep a single tear from escaping, tracing a wet path down her flushed cheek. she takes a shaky step backward, needing to put at least some physical distance  between them because the gravity of his presence is pulling at her entirely too hard. "you don't get to disappear on me, leave me pick up the pieces of my own heart, and then show up and act ike you have a say in my future." honeyed hues flicker down to the trash bin where the crushed sign now rests, and it makes her stomach twist into a painful knot. "i do know him, paris." perhaps not in the same ways she knew the man standing before her, but in all the ways that seemed to matter. "he was there, you know? when i cried myself to sleep, when i went days without eating, when the silence in my head got so loud i couldn't breathe. he was the one who fished me out of the wreckaged you left behind."

he  was  right.  she  didn’t  just  want  him  to  kiss  her.  she  wanted  him  ravage  her.  she  wanted  it  so  badly  it  consumed  every  waking  thought  and  haunted  her  sleep.  even  her  dreams  had  become  a  playground  for  her  desires.  a  nice,  safe  place  for  her  to  let  her  need  for  him  grow.  it  was  innocent,  she  reasoned  with  herself,  knowing  full  well  he  had  someone  in  his  life  who  wouldn’t  feel  the  same.  her  breath  hitches  at  the  faint  contact,  their  noses  nudging  several  times  to  disrupt  her  already  treacherous  train  of  thought.  “  it  has  to  be  you,  ”  she  murmurs  between  quickened  breaths,  “  do  you  really  want  me  to  just  hand  it  to  some  random  ?  ”  at  least  they  were  friends,  and  she  could  trust  him.  she’d  never  look  back  on  her  first  time  full  of  regret,  the  way  she  would  with  any  of  the  guys  who  wanted  to  take  her  out  and  break  her  heart.  feeling  like  she  might  be  losing  her  battle,  she  pauses  before  shifting  into  his  lap.  one  leg  settles  on  either  side  of  him,  her  back  arching  to  give  his  hands  a  place  to  rest.  “  i  won’t  tell  anyone,  if  that’s  what  you’re  afraid  of.  ” she’ll  never  know.  eyes  grow  rounder,  puppy  like.  “  it’ll  be  our  secret.  ”  one  they  could  add  to  their  never  ending  vault.

a better man would push her away right now. or at the very least, remind her of the tangled web of consequences waiting for them outside the walls of this room. he'd reminder her of the absolute mess this would make, of the person waiting for him at home who trusted him completely. but he wasn't a good man. never had been. and as the silk of her skin slides over his thighs and she settles fully onto his lap, every shred of his moral compass simply disintegrates into ash. a ragged breath catches somewhere between his throat and lungs, desire darkened hues flashing with a familiar, dangerous heat when her back arches, pratically begging for his touch. "you're a menace," he groans softly, the last of his tightly coiled restraint snapping completely. doesn't even let her wait another second, his large palms gripping her hips tightly to pull her flush against the evidence of his arousal, leaving absolutely no space left btween them. "you can't tell anyone." the male reminds her, dark hues flickering down delicate features. "this stays between us."

it's late by the time she hears the front door unlock, soon taking in the sound of his footsteps with the door shut behind him. "hey, you." a small, tired smile plasters across her features with a tilt of her head to gaze up at grayson. her smile falters in the slightest when taking in the way he looks exhausted as she feels. "long day, huh? go get washed up and i'll make you something to eat. he's already fast asleep in his crib if you want to stop in and see him."

ever since juliet came back in town with their son, coming home has become the absolute best part of his day. even on nights like this, when his muscles ache down to the bone and the weight of the world feels heavy on his shoulders. stepping through the front door instantly shifts something inside him, even if only slightly. "hey," he murmurs, a low, grateful exhale escaping his lips as his tired gaze locks onto her. "you don't know how good it is to see you." he doesn't go wash up just yet, instead, reaches out,  his large hands settling gently on her waist to pull her just a fraction closer, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss against her forehead. 

the stack of paperwork on the desk before him is easily pushed aside when he still doesn't know what to do with all of it. it's frustrating, knowing he's not some kind of business man, but the soft knock at his office door pulls him from it. "yeah?" shouting loud enough that anyone would hear him over the music in the club, the door opens and he takes in a familiar figure that makes his features soften a little. "hey, beautiful. you need something?"

to say that she's upset would be nothing but an understatement. hands are shaking so violently that she ahs to press them hard against the satinfabric of her emerald green robe just to hide the tremors, manicured nails digging into her palms. she closes the door behind her, shutting out a fraction of the club's roar, and leans back against it. "i can't do this," she confesses, forcing herself to step away from the door. "one of the high rollers in the vip lounge got handsy, and when i told him to back the fuck off, he laughed in my face and told me your father's men promised him he could have whatever he wanted tonight."

a hum escapes her while hues narrow at his amusement, though she doesn't seem to be able to look away. in fact, maybe she looks a little too long, watching the way the fluffy white towel wraps around him loosely. "it's not an invitation to watch i was hoping for, but you're already done." her gaze trails up with a faint smile, the look almost teasing in a way her own words are. a moment later, her eyes roll with arms crossing over her chest. "my dad wouldn't approve of me being in here in general, preston. however, i was looking for him, not you." a lie. "i didn't know he was already gone." another lie, one that comes out effortlessly considering she had watched her dad leave the rink. "but since i'm already here," she murmurs softly with a slight shrug, "why are you always the last one to leave? hoping someone will sneak in for a peek?"

"right, and since when does your dad shower in here?" can't help but question, brows furrowing for a split second. he stands just a few feet away from her, damp heat still radiating from his skin as he lifts the smaller towel in his hands to carelessly rub at the wet, dark strands of his hair. "but fine, let's say you're here to see your dad." he tosses the damp hair towel onto the bench behind him, his dark hues flashing with a an amused spark as he takes another step closer, entirely bridging the remaining distance between them until he's standing well within her personal space. "yes, that's exactly why i stay behind. i'm always hoping a certain coach's daughter comes in for a sneak peek, because i clearly have a death wish." sarcasm laces his tone and he can't help but rolling his eyes. "you're gonna get me in trouble, but that's what you want, isn't it?"

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“ i'll be in trouble for showing up early to practice? ” incredulity drips from each word while gliding toward her on the ice ; repeating it back so she can hear just how preposterous it sounds. blaise comes to a stop mere feet from her ––– eyes flick over her face. examining each beautiful feature as if he hasn't seen her a million times before. “ 'm just here to work on my puck handling. ” he shrugs, absently turning the stick in his hands. “ you don't mind if i use the other end, do you? ”

"not for being early, but for being here while i am." it was no secret how protective his father was of her, especially not to the players of his team, whom he treated like a pack of wolves he needed to keep far away from his daughter. she comes to a graceful halt, the sharp hiss of her skates cutting intot he ice the only sound in the otherwise empty rink. "you know exactly what he's like." she murmurs, leaning her weight onto one skae as she looks up at him. "it's not that i mind, it's that if he walks through those doors and sees you here, he's going to lose it." honeyed hues glance down at the hockey stick in his hand, then back to those familiar hues that usually take her breath away. "but yeah, sure. go ahead."