Anton Spectral

 After being back in Verona for a week, slipping back into a routine had come with ease. Business was starting to pick back up with the holiday season beginning to kick in, especially with the rebranding of Parties by Val becoming Parties by Posey, the re-arrival of some old faces, and with her relationship having been taken up another notch after breaking the news to her parents during her time away.

 Anton’s apartment had also become more homely, and lived in with more of her items scattered around, the addition of a cat tower and the kitchen fully functional, and as much as she denies it? It’s becoming home, especially on the nights neither of them have to work late. 

 Still caught up in her own thoughts, she rinses off the final plate from dinner before stacking the dishwasher and turning it on, listening to the gentle whir as the machine kicks into gear before washing her hands and making her way to the sofa, where Anton’s absorbed in.. Well she’s not entirely sure what he’s absorbed in, but she moves to her knees easily, her cheek resting against his  thigh to get his attention as well as centre herself and their respective roles before asking quietly as his gaze flicks over at her. “Euro for your thoughts Master?”

@mr–antonspectral

Anton had settled himself on his couch, laptop open as he read through his business finances.  It was the most he could do nowadays to distract himself from the continued frustration over Oz’s ruling.  As usual, diving straight into work was his usual way of dealing with things.  But lately, he had Posey by his side to keep his head level.  He was growing increasingly more surprised each day at how much she impacted his daily routine.

text: I see… Would you like me to be there with you when this takes place?

text: Tommi and Celia. I think Georgie’s gonna be there too, though she’s kinda gone AWOL on the Verona social scene. Also I’m having a driver sent for me to get to and from since the Romano estate is a little out town. Can I get them to drop me off at yours after it Sir? :)

text: Ah, I recall Georgie.  Flirtatious, that one.  What are Tommi and Celia like?

Text: That’s good. Pretty sure Posey is taking care of you anyway. You’re still seeing her, right?

Text: I will have to talk to her about it, but if she agrees, I’m sure she’ll talk to either Nox or Claude. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Also, if you haven’t noticed, she’s been spending a lot of time with Ezra Sutherland. The man is always around. Pretty sure he won’t let anything happen to us.

text: Taking care of me?  I’m quite capable of caring for myself.  But yes, we are still seeing one another.

text: I see… Would you like me to be there with you when this takes place?

text: Apparently this isn’t Lord Ty’s first rodeo, but it’s nice to know you both have some vague idea of what you’re doing. Makes the whole thing not as scary?

text: ..And I hate to admit you’re right. But you are. And I know it’ll only be like 3 weeks. But still. 

text: I’ve been invited to the Romano party? I think it’s some birthday. I’m intrigued to see what goes on there/kinda want to go and network and get my name out there for future events they might have. You don’t mind if I go Sir?

text: I don’t know that either of us really quite know what to expect, at least not with something of this caliber.

text: I’m sure you’ll have plenty to say.

[delayed]

text: Do you have an attorney you can seek legal advice from?

Text: Oh, I do. 

Delayed Text: No, actually… Never had to deal with one before. Especially not for something like this

Martina gave a short laugh, “Well the last thing I want to do is scare either of you away so I shall watch quietly from the wings so to speak.  However, and I do appreciate I am certainly no expert, should you wish to talk about anything then I am always happy to listen.”

His reaction pleased her, and she smirked slightly, but really she just wanted to sort this out so they could go back to how they were. But his next words had her narrowing her eyes and she took a step closer to him, “Do tell me what this offense was. Because I have never disrespected any of them like you seem to think I have.”

The same fervour between them is as strong as ever, and she chases his lips until the concise order comes through, balancing on her knees on the couch, her wrists crossing prettily behind her back, as her dress rides up, panties still clinging to her damp heat with her thighs exposed, already blooming shades of red and purple from his earlier marks before sighing out in anticipation “…Fuck I’ve missed you Master” 

Perhaps he was motivated by his desires and arousals and his attraction to Posey.  That definitely was a huge pull for him.  Yet, simultaneously, he knew, to some degree, he was acting as though he was making up for lost time.