Anything's Cool if it's Done with Heart

"Just a moment! I just gotta finish my notes for tomorrow's show," Declan called back.

Maud however, swanned out of her room, dressed up. "Oh Rosie, I'm afraid I'm going down to the pub for dinner, so don't wait for me!" She exclaimed.

"Give Uncle Bas a hello for me," Rosalind rolled her eyes, knowing damn well what Maud was up to when she left like that. It was for the better... she hated that woman, or as Rosie called her, Skeletor.

"I will! Kisses!" Maud exclaimed, rushing out the front door.

"Wait? She's not staying?" Taggie asked. "We'll have so much left over!" She sighed. "Oh well, at least the company will be better," she muttered under her breath.

"Don't worry, you just pop the leftovers in fridge and give yourself the day off tomorrow. I'm sure it'll be delicious still," Rosalind took a seat by the big wooden table. "Your dad is coming soon."

"I dunno what to do with myself if I'm not working," Taggie chuckled ruefully.

"Maybe not be a maid at your own house."

"Alright, alright, I'm here," Declan exclaimed as he strolled through the kitchen door to join the two girls at the table.

"Where's Maud?" He asked, finally realizing his wife was absent.

Rosie's eyes lit up when Declan came into the room, every time he came in, her heart did a flip inside her chest. "She said she was having dinner with Uncle Bas at the pub, said to not wait up."

"Again?" Declan sighed. "Alright, well, guess it's just th'three of us then," he said, taking his seat and tucking his napkin into his collar. "Rosie, s'good t'see yeh," he said, offering his daughter's friend a smile.

"Good to see you too, Mr. O," she smiled, taking a bite of the cottage pie. "It's amazing, Tag! You're all coming to my 26th, right? It's gonna be the best party of the year."

"Yeah, of course!" Taggie exclaimed excitedly. "I could make your birthday cake too if you'd like," she suggested.

"Yeah, I'm sure Maud and I'll be able to make it," Declan said, taking a bite as well.

"That would be lovely!" Rosie nodded as she took a sip of wine. "I do doubt Maud would come, she despises me. My brother told me he heard her at the pub saying how I only have my job because of Daddy."

"Ah... well, Maud's a bit brash. Y'can't take it t'heart, luv," Delcan assured her, offering her an apologetic smile.

"I try not to, I've worked my way up. If I wasn't good at what I do, our fiction department would be a mess, but Four Men Went to Mow is getting awards left and right," she smirked.

"Ahh, yeah, I saw that. Congratulations Rosie," he said, grinning fondly. "You're doin' great."

"Thank you! Who could imagine that four shirtless men doing manual labour and talking about their feelings could get such high ratings?" She chuckled.

"Apparently you did," he chuckled, reaching for his beer.

Rosie was lost in the erotic view of Declan drinking his beer, the napkin on his collar... damn. So when Tag cleared her throat after nearly choking, Rosalind was startled. She had forgotten her friend was even there.

"U-uhm, is everything alright--with your food, I mean," Taggie asked, hastily adding the last part, though she'd clearly seen the look on her friend's face.

"Yeah! It's amazing, Taggie, this menu for my party will be perfect," Rosie nodded, the redness on her cheeks burning as if she had been in the sun.

"Tag's gotten so good, almost everyone in th'area's contacting her to cater for 'em now," Declan said proudly.

"She's amazing, even my snobbish father thinks her food is amazing," she said jokingly. "Taggie is a smart one, no matter what some might say."

"Oh, come off it," Tag mumbled, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"No, c'mon, you should be proud of yourself, darlin'," Declan insisted, giving her shoulder a squeeze.

"Absolutely, you're brilliant," Rosie smiled. "You should have your own cassette collection of recipes since writing is harder for you."

"That's actually not a bad idea," Taggie chuckled, getting up to grab the pudding.

"It might be easier for the person cooking to hear the instructions, this way they don't have to go back to the book every time," Rosie glanced over at Declan again discreetly.

"Maybe you could help me with that sometime," Taggie mused serving them each a piece of pie.

Declan felt Rosalind's gaze on him and caught her eyes for a moment before taking another swig from his bottle and trying not to entertain the thoughts that were swirling around his mind.

"I would love to produce it and distribute it. I feel like it's a good investment," she tried to snap out of it as she tried her pie. "Oh yeah! I love cream pie!" She shouted before realizing how that sounded and hitting her head on the table in embarrassment.

Declan snorted in amusement. "You okay, Rosie?" Hhe chuckled. "Do I need t'get yeh some ice?" He teased.

"I'm fine," she groaned a little. "Just having a disconnect between my mouth and my brain right now, the pie is too good."

"The pie, huh?" Taggie asked, arching an eyebrow at her friend.

"Uh yeah! I'm a powerful executive, Tag, I don't get tongue tied," Rosie scoffed. "Your food is messing with me."

"Uh huh, sure," she snorted.

"Well, I better get back to work," Declan said, standing to set his plate in the sink. "What're your plans for the evening, Rosie?" He asked.

"I don't have any, I told my father to not wait for me," she followed, leaving her dishes in the sink too. "Maybe watching a movie or something."

"Wanna watch something together? To keep me from working all night?" Taggie offered.

"Now that sounds a fine idea. You girls have fun," Declain said, nodding to them before heading back up the stairs to his office.

Rosie picked the movie Grease first which they both loved because it reminded them of their early teens crushing on John Travolta.

They even got popcorn to snack on while they watched their little marathon, but after the second movie, Taggie had fallen asleep on the couch, leaving Rosalind alone.

Rosie smiled softly and covered her friend with a blanket. She wasn't sleepy at all, so she went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and some ice to cool down.

"Maud, is that you?" Declan called, hearing movement in the kitchen and checking the time.

"No, sorry to disappoint," Rosalind chuckled. She had a few choice words about how she's not that attention whoring wicked witch of the west. "Uncle Bas must've closed Bar Sinister by now, they must be... hanging out."

"Oh not again," Declan groaned, running a hand down his face. "Sorry, this is... a common occurance," he muttered, clearly a little inebriated.

"I'm sorry to say, but... yeah, people know," she grimaced, taking an ice chip on her fingers and running it over her lips. "You want some water? And some food to sober up?"

"Uh, yeah, alright," he sighed, plopping into the chair at the head of the table. "I s'pose I probably should."

"Can I interest you in a piece of cream pie?" Rosie chuckled, cutting him a slice from the leftover dessert.

Declan huffed a wry laugh. "Yeah, why not?" he said. "If you want a second slice, I won't tell," he joked.

"Our secret," she served herself some as well and sat next to him with two glasses of water. "If it makes you feel any better... you don't deserve any of that."

"No, I do. Maud's right, I'm a terrible husband. I'm married to my work," he sighed, reaching for the glass of water.

"You're a great husband! Being a workaholic is a bit of a flaw, I know because I suffer from this too, but doesn't make you any less amazing," Rosalind shook her head. "Who doesn't have flaws? None of my boyfriends ever complained about how much I work, Maud is too needy."

"Yeah well, I've been neglectin' her for far longer than you've dated any of your fellas, I'm sure," he snorted. "I appreciate it though. You're sweet, Rosie," he murmured, sobering.

"My last serious fella was with me for seven years, since secondary school. We just broke up because... he was looking for something on a woman that I don't have," she sighed.

"What d'yeh mean? What could he possibly want that you don't have?" Declan asked incredulously.

"A penis," she said, trying to hold back her laughter.

"Oh!" He gasped, unable to hold back a bark of laughter.

"So yeah... that's the reason why I've been avoiding men. I dated Seb for two weeks and immediately tried to set him up with Taggie," she chuckled.

"What's wrong with Seb?" Declan chuckled.

"Nothing, if there was anything wrong, I'd never set him with Tag. He just... he's so young and so fresh. He has no idea what I need, I'm pushing 30 soon," Rosie made a face as if she didn't like the idea.

"That's not that old," he laughed. "You're still young and fresh," he insisted.

"You flatterer," she looked away. Her massive crush on Declan was almost maddening.

"It's not flattery if it's th'truth," he said with a shrug, his gaze falling to the part in her shirt and the flash of cleavage and he wet his lips, hastily pulling his eyes away.

Rosalind smirked, noticing his gaze. She leaned over the table a little bit, the lace of her bra peeking under the shirt.

"I think you're a terrific guy and you deserve to be treated well."

"And I suppose you'd... treat me well?" He murmured, his dark gaze finding hers.

"I could certainly try..." she reached slowly, their fingers brushing briefly. "Why? Have you been thinking about it?"

"...How could I not be?" Declan groaned, his fingers twitching, reaching for hers.

"A man can only take so much rejection before seeking some comfort," she breathed. "It's not your fault, nothing wrong with it."

"I know I should protest, but right now I'm having a hard time thinking of reasons to," he admitted, enveloping her hand with his.

"Then don't, let it happen," Rosie got up and rounded the table, sitting his lap. "Wow, you've got massive thighs, really nice Mr. O..."

Declan chuckled ruefully, wrapping his arms around her. "Never had anyone comment on 'em before," he chuckled.

"I have lots of comments about lots of bits of your body," she giggled, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "Damn... all this hair is like a dream."

"Y'like a hairy chest, huh?" He chuckled low in his throat, the sound turning into a moan as Rosalind shifted in his lap.

"I like a man who's hairy everywhere," she whispered, kissing down his neck. "And smells as good as you do right now."

"Oh darlin', what yeh do t'me," he groaned, his hands at her hips tightening. "You're th'one that smell good."

"How naughty, Declan... sayin' those things about your boss' daughter," Rosie teased, squeezing his biceps. "Wanna go upstairs?"

"There is nothin' that would make me happier," he drawled, stealing a kiss before she could slip from his lap.

"Never kissed a man with a mustache before... interesting," she looked back as she climbed the stairs, taking off her clothes slowly on the way.

Declan groaned, grinning as he slowly shook his head in amusement. "You little minx," he murmured under his breath as he followed her, picking up her clothes from the stairs as he went.

"You're enjoying this so much..." Rosalind finally jumped into his bed wearing only her lingerie, a lacy blue set. "I can see it in your eyes. And your trousers."

"Can yeh fuckin' blame me?" He chuckled, shutting the door behind him. "You're so beautiful, Rose," he breathed, unbuckling his belt as he moved toward the bed, his gaze hot on her.

"You're fucking handsome, Declan," she slowly took her bra off and then her panties, tossing them at him. "You're so sexy, you have no idea how many times I was thinking of you when I played with myself in bed."

"You tryin' t'kill me, here, darlin'?" He drawled, pulling down his trousers and underwear, his cock springing free from its confines.

"It's true, I tape your show so I can watch it in private sometimes, in my room when everyone's asleep," Rosie licked her lips. "Your cock looks fucking delicious."

"You're such a dirty little thing," he drawled. "Tell me, what do I do to you in these fantasies of yours?" he asked, crawling toward her. Grabbing her ankle, he yanked her toward him.

"Well, in my fantasies, we're in the studio after hours and you're researching something. I tell you that you should go home and rest, but you say no, you gotta finish. I worry because you seem so nervous... so I offer to help blow off some steam. There are some embarrassing minor details, but they're just part of my quirks," she chuckled, enjoying how he manhandled her.

"I see..." Declan mused, leaning over her to kiss her chest. "And how would you help me blow off steam?" He prompted.

"I would suck your cock under the table or have you bend me over it and fuck me as hard as you can," Rosalind growled, her body covered in goosebumps. "Sometimes I'd imagine sitting on your face to take your mind off things."

"Fuck--" he swore under his breath, his cock twitching at the thought. "All of those sound very tempting," he growled, his hand slipping between her legs, his fingers delving her folds.

"*Oh*," she moaned, arching her back. She was already soaked, seeing him naked, all natural, and covered in hair, just the way she imagined, was enough. "You sure know what you're doing."

A chuckle rumbled through his chest at her words. "Never been with an experienced man before?" he teased, kissing her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point as his thumb rubbed her clit.

"Not like this," she breathed, wrapping her arms around him until they were chest to chest. "I want you so bad, I want you to ruin me for everyone else."

“Gladly,” Declan growled, giving his cock a stroke as he guided it to her entrance, teasing her with his tip.

"Kiss me," Rosalind whispered, moaning softly as he pushed into her. "You can cum inside, I'm on the pill. I wanna feel it when you fill me up."

“Oh darlin’,” he groaned, kissing her slowly, but deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as if he had all the time in the world. “You’re so tight, Rosie.”

"You stretch me nicely, you got a perfect cock," she murmured in between passionate kisses, running her fingers through his hair while her other hand squeezed his ass.

A smirk tugged at Declan’s lips and he began moving faster, his thrusts turning rougher.

“Y’take me so well,” he grunted, his brow pressing to hers.

"Fuck... if I were your wife, I'd be fucking you every chance I get," she grinned, feeling her body's response to his. "Screw workaholic, I'd ride you while you prepare your show."

A laugh fell from his lips and his hips stuttered only for a moment before he caught himself and found his rhythm. "Oh, y'would, would yeh?" He asked, grabbing her thigh to lift it higher, hooking her leg around his back.

"Fuck yes," she cried, her nails scratching his back slightly, not even thinking about the mark it would leave. "You deserve someone all over you all the time, you're so fucking sexy."

“Don’t give me ideas, darlin’,” Declan growled, hissing at the sting of her nails, though it only urged him to fuck her harder. “Are yeh close? Wantcha t’cum for me, love."

"Yeah, I'm really close," she nodded. "Can you... whisper in my ear? That'll push me right over the edge. Tell me how sexy I am."

He smirked once again, leaning in to let his lips brush against the shell of her ear. "You're so fuckin' sexy, I can barely hold back," he groaned. "Cum for me, you naughty girl."

Rosie's mouth fell open with a silent cry, a swallowed moan as she came, contracting around his cock. "Fuck! Oh fuck, Declan, fill me up... please!"

With a broken moan, his hips gave one last stuttering jerk as he came undone, spilling his seed deep inside her. "Oh fuck indeed, darlin'," he gasped, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

"I never wanna be fucked by anyone else, that was the best sex of my life," Rosie smiled, stretching happily.

A pleased grin took over Declan's face as he rolled to his side, reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table and sticking one between his lips.

"That good, ey?" He chuckled, offering Rosalind a smoke as well, needing one after that.

"Yes, I'll even have one and I don't even smoke," she took a cigarette and leaned so he could light it up for her. "Except for the occasional cigar Daddy gives me when we're celebrating something."

"Oh, I bet you'd look sexy with a cigar between your lips," he murmured, blowing a stream of smoke toward the ceiling.

"We can test that theory sometime," she took a long drag and snuggled closer to him. "I really hope this isn't the last time we do this."

Guilt twisted his stomach, and for a moment he hesitated, thinking of his wife, only to remember she was probably out sleeping with someone else and the feeling ebbed.

"Me too," he breathed, caressing Rosalind's soft cheek.

"I better go, your wife could arrive and my mum will be cross if I spend the whole night away," she sat up. "But give me a call tomorrow?"

"Of course," Declan murmured, though he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against him. "Wish y'didn't have to go."

"Me too, wish I could fall asleep just like this," she kissed his chest gently. "Maybe one day... if you decide to leave the wicked witch."

Declan let out a grunt and kissed Rosalind's lips before reluctantly letting her pull away.

"Maybe I will... Maybe it'd be better for everyone," he murmured to himself. "Get home safe, darlin'," he said, louder.

"I will," she winked while putting her shirt back on. "See you."