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sidney watkins (oc) x trinity chase (oc) x multi (cc)
when the girls just let loose
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The girls were off their phones for the entire day.
Sidney was trying not to stress over her relationship with Logan.
Hannah’s didn't want to overthink her showcase, Allie didn't want to text Sean, knowing she would be tempted to get back with him for the umpteenth time, whilst Trinity was avoiding her parents after getting a C-minus.
For their outfits, they were going for skimpy, but ultimately chose tempting.
And that always went with drinking.
Well, that made things go from messy to chaotic.
Hannah held on, wanting to be the designated driver, as the others would stumble and slur their words, but it was just too much fun.
So on the sly she texted her boyfriend, before she indulged, allowing her to be free, and bask in the third Piña colada of the evening.
It seemed like Sidney was teetering on the brink of drinking for pleasure or pain.
"Fuck these guys, they're in the doghouse," Trinity muttered against her rum and Coke as they all crowded around a table.
Hannah cheekily countered, "Not Garrett, but yes, fuck them."
Allie exclaimed, "Fuck them! If Logan doesn't wanna talk then everyone else can watch you sing."
"What?" Sidney lolled her head to the side as she shifted on her feet.
Allie drummed her fingers on the table, “Let’s do karaoke, what’s the worst that could happen?”
"We sing off-key?!" Trinity joked.
And sing off-key they did, Trinity and Allie took the stage, belting out one of their favourite songs from In the Heights: Blackout.
It was mismatched keys but constant drunken passion in their performance, earning the amusement and cheers of the other onlookers, just as Dean and Tucker walked in with Garrett.
Sidney's loud whoops were caught in her throat when she noticed the guys and started booing their presence, especially when the captain waved his phone which contained his girlfriend’s texts when he came over to their table.
"Traitor Hannah, traitor," Sidney pointed at the tipsy Hannah who embraced her boyfriend, just when their friends reached the end of the song.
Hannah innocently shrugged,"You can hate when I'm on stage."
Sidney rolled her eyes.
Slightly concerned, Garrett questioned, "How much have you had to drink?"
Hannah skipped through the crowd and toward the stage.
"Not enough, because I still remember my humiliation from the last time I saw you," Sidney returned to sipping her drink, drawing worried looks from the guys.
Dean tried, "He didn't mean it."
"And I don't care."
"Yes, we don't care, boys suck, boo!" Trinity landed next to her friend, pointing at all of them.
Tucker moved her drink out of her reach, making her smack his chest.
Sidney muttered, "Boo!—wait Hannah's about to sing, yay!"
She, alongside Allie and Trinity started to clap, then laugh.
Garrett beamed at his girlfriend starting her song: Bennie and the Jets, but he couldn't help but stare at Sidney.
"You wanna slow down?" He asked.
She shook her head, "Nope."
It was the only thing that could help drown out her self-deprecating thoughts.
"Sidney." Dean tried.
Sidney humorously laughed, "He's even talking to you, but not me? He hates me."
"Trust me, he doesn't hate you," Dean reassured, but she couldn't hear it.
She would rather listen to the mind-altering substance.
It was nicer to her, it was warming her chest and greeting her with a fuzzy hug.
"Taking this," Tucker grabbed her drink and passed it to Dean, who savoured it.
The women gasped in horror.
Sidney frowned, "Tucks that isn't nice. None of you are being nice."
"I wanna feel it tomorrow," Sidney whined, drawing a smile from Dean, before Allie subtly nudged him.
"You don't." Garrett argued, when the bar door opened, "Besides, aren't you gonna be on stage soon?"
Beau happily walked over to the group.
"What's up?" Beau asked, chuckling when Sidney fell into his arms, hugging him. "Hey Sid, you're drunk."
Her chin rested on her chest when she looked up at him, "No I'm not. I'm free." She pulled out of the embrace, "Maybe, m-maybe, I should just be single."
"Okay, call Logan," Garrett panicked, turning to Tucker who pulled out his phone.
Sidney tried to reach across the table, "Don't call Logan."
"Call him and tell him to go fuck himself— Yay Hannah!" Allie turned to cheer for her friend who ran up to them, singing in their faces, drawing applause from them all. "Whoo!"
"You're amazing!" Trinity rocked on her heels.
"You look so good," Sidney drunkenly smiled.
"I love you!" Garrett called out, then faced the group of drunken women.
"Fuck, Logan!" Sidney yelled then threw back a vodka shot. "If he doesn't want me then—”
"Sidney Watkins!" Jules announced her name just as Hannah fumbled handing back the microphone.
"Alright, give those shots, I need them." Sidney snatched them out of Allie's hand and threw them back, gagging after the first, "What is that death?" She nearly choked on the second as her face scrunched up in disgust. "Okay. Okay. I'm done."
"Should we let her go up?" Beau questioned, watching her push through the crowd, muttering apologies.
Garrett stated, "If she looks like she's about to fall..."
Dean finished his trail of thought, "We rush off and catch her."
"Yes," Tucker nodded, smiling when she got onto the stage grabbing the microphone.
"Aww, that's really smart." Hannah bopped her boyfriend's nose, then turned to face the stage. "Come on Sid!"
"You got this!" Allie yelled.
Trinity clapped, "Let's go!"
"You look so hot, babe!" Allie added, stumbling next to Dean, who stabilised her but put his hands on her hips, and she discreetly slapped them away.
On stage, Sidney blinked slowly, looking over the people, realising there were many more than she had realised.
"Go easy on me, okay guys," She winced, realising how loud she sounded, still she was encouraged.
Then her song started to play, and she sang along.
She nodded, shutting her eyes as she moved to the melody, fighting the emotions that flooded through her.
"There's nothing brave in walking alone. Love in exile has nowhere to go, so come on home. Mm, don't run away from my tenderness."
"Woah," Tucker was taken back from her vocals.
She could sing.
Even in her intoxicated state, Sidney could really sing.
"She has a great voice," Trinity lovingly looked at her best friend.
"Bravo!" Allie called out.
"You're so afraid of that heart inside of your chest. We were doing so well, but you were scared to be held. Took the easiest way out," Sidney opened her eyes, watching others were vibing along with her. "I see the tears of a man too proud to reach for a hand Well, let my love keep you safe now. So please don't."
Trinity clapped to the beat as she swayed next to Beau, who held onto her shoulders, grounding her slightly.
Hannah sang along, amazed by her friend's voice.
Dean wasn't surprised in the slightest, his mind drifted to a similar time, before he took a swig of his drink.
The door swung open and in walked Logan, unbeknownst to his girlfriend.
"Don't rein me in. Please don't rein me in. Now I'm working myself up to a nice, warm bliss. All my memories of you ring like tinnitus. If I stop, it's just pain, please don't rein me in." Sidney raised her hand in the air as she grew lost in the lyrics. "And I'm, I'm stood here chewing everyone's lugs off. Telling everybody how much I fucked it up. Telling everybody how much I fucked it up."
Suddenly she found a familiar pair of brown eyes when she passionately poured her all into the words.
Logan remained pinned to his place, with his unwavering gaze that softened just as his sibling approached him with a clipboard.
"You've got a really talented girlfriend brother," Jules praised, nudging him, making him bashfully turn to them.
"I do," He smiled.
Sidney caught a nostalgic pair of green eyes from across the room as she sang.
"Telling everybody but you how much I fucked it up. Slow down. Slow down. Oh."
Sidney jumped off the stage, into the cheering crowd and found her friends who all danced along with her.
Tucker twirled her around, earning a giggle that erupted through the microphone.
"Everybody! Sing!" She yelled, then skipped back to the stage.
"Now I'm working myself up to a nice, warm bliss." The crowd sang along. "All my memories of you ring like tinnitus. If I stop, it's just pain, please don't rein me in. Now I'm working myself up to a nice, warm bliss. All my memories of you ring like tinnitus. If I stop, it's just pain, please don't rein me in."
When the final lyric was sung Sidney was embraced with applause and cheers as she grinned then passed the microphone back.
Fortunately for the guys she managed to get off the stage for a second time without their assistance or stumbling.
She soaked up the attention she received, the hugs and praise from her friends.
"What a voice," Beau smiled at her.
She laughed, "Why, thank you kind sir." then she tapped the table, "I want another drink."
Garrett's smile dropped, before Logan appeared, making him let out a sigh of relief.
"Let's get you home."
She groaned at his presence, "What? you wanna talk to me now? Boo!"
Logan sighed when the other women joined in, much to his siblings amusement.
"Bad crowd," Jules remarked, stifling their laughter when Logan glared at them.
"Alright, let's sober you guys up." Garrett decided, and gestured to the other guys as he took his girlfriend's hand.
Tucker and Beau dealt with Trinity, who pulled out of their holds.
"No, let's stay."
"Yes," Sidney nodded, before Dean could guide Allie away.
“I’ll walk her home," Logan declared, looking between the displeased woman.
Trinity stared at him blankly, despite the weight of vodka weighing down her eyes.
"Trinity, I'll get her home safely," he reiterated.
Trinity slurred, "Fine, but you gotta convince her."
Sidney whined, when her friends were guided toward a free booth.
"Good luck," Jules muttered, patting their brother, then joined their friends.
Sidney's frown deepened.
"Sidney," Logan stepped closer, but she staggered back, keeping hold of the table.
"What?" She scoffed, "You gave me the cold shoulder because you were eating." She mocked his voice. "Did you just wanna embarrass me? Then you've succeeded…fuck," she groaned, clutching her head, feeling it pound like crazy. "My head is loud."
Logan instantly rushed to the bar, "Hey, can we get some water?" he impatiently tapped against the counter, keeping his gaze on his girlfriend, before the glass was slid over to him. He rejoined her as she still look up at him in annoyance, "here, drink this. Slow sips."
"I know," she muttered, then sipped slowly.
Logan monitored her, seeing her dribble slightly, before he pulled the glass away.
"Better?"
"No," She snapped, but it didn't faze him.
"You need fresh air."
The second she stepped outside, Sidney stumbled, prompting him to stabilise her with his arm curled around her waist but she pushed him away.
"Alright, no touching." He lifted his hands in the air and walked beside her until she reached his truck. "Here," he pulled open the passenger door, suppressing the urge to help her in, but she managed, despite closing her eyes ever so slightly and slumping in the chair. "Can you put on your seat belt?"
Stubbornly, Sidney tried to do without his help, but failed.
And when she didn't feel his hands, she opened her eyes noting how he was waiting for her confirmation.
"Fine, help me," She gritted out.
Logan assisted, even tugging at the material to make sure it was sufficient.
He gently shut the door, then jogged around the front, jumped inside the truck, joined her and put on the engine.
"You sounded very good up there." His praise filled the rumbling car. "Your voice sounds even better when you’re drunk. Shit, sorry if that doesn’t sound like a compliment."
Sidney huffed, exhaling through her nose. "Thanks."
He pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive.
For a few moments, he didn't know what to say.
His girlfriend was drunk and he knew it was because of him.
And she couldn't stand his presence which hurt.
But he knew he deserved it.
He spoke up, "Look, you might not remember this tomorrow," he glanced over seeing that she was still awake. "But I'm sorry for brushing you off. It was wrong. We decided we were gonna talk, but seeing you again, just made my mind blank."
They reached a stop sign and Sidney craned her neck to the side.
"Y-you're hurt. I hurt you."
Logan softly shook his head, "I think it hurts more, seeing you hurting."
She quietly scoffed, "So fucking corny."
"Can't help it." A smile tugged at his lips.
"Just get me home."
"I will baby, I will." he whispered when she turned her head.
a/n:
i’m not trying to write Logan ooc or anything, but he's still reeling from this massive bomb that he discovered by accident. he wouldn't know had he not been in Sid's dorm that day.
sidney watkins (oc) x trinity chase (oc) x multi (cc)
when the girls just let loose
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The girls were off their phones for the entire day.
Sidney was trying not to stress over her relationship with Logan.
Hannah’s didn't want to overthink her showcase, Allie didn't want to text Sean, knowing she would be tempted to get back with him for the umpteenth time, whilst Trinity was avoiding her parents after getting a C-minus.
For their outfits, they were going for skimpy, but ultimately chose tempting.
And that always went with drinking.
Well, that made things go from messy to chaotic.
Hannah held on, wanting to be the designated driver, as the others would stumble and slur their words, but it was just too much fun.
So on the sly she texted her boyfriend, before she indulged, allowing her to be free, and bask in the third Piña colada of the evening.
It seemed like Sidney was teetering on the brink of drinking for pleasure or pain.
"Fuck these guys, they're in the doghouse," Trinity muttered against her rum and Coke as they all crowded around a table.
Hannah cheekily countered, "Not Garrett, but yes, fuck them."
Allie exclaimed, "Fuck them! If Logan doesn't wanna talk then everyone else can watch you sing."
"What?" Sidney lolled her head to the side as she shifted on her feet.
Allie drummed her fingers on the table, “Let’s do karaoke, what’s the worst that could happen?”
"We sing off-key?!" Trinity joked.
And sing off-key they did, Trinity and Allie took the stage, belting out one of their favourite songs from In the Heights: Blackout.
It was mismatched keys but constant drunken passion in their performance, earning the amusement and cheers of the other onlookers, just as Dean and Tucker walked in with Garrett.
Sidney's loud whoops were caught in her throat when she noticed the guys and started booing their presence, especially when the captain waved his phone which contained his girlfriend’s texts when he came over to their table.
"Traitor Hannah, traitor," Sidney pointed at the tipsy Hannah who embraced her boyfriend, just when their friends reached the end of the song.
Hannah innocently shrugged,"You can hate when I'm on stage."
Sidney rolled her eyes.
Slightly concerned, Garrett questioned, "How much have you had to drink?"
Hannah skipped through the crowd and toward the stage.
"Not enough, because I still remember my humiliation from the last time I saw you," Sidney returned to sipping her drink, drawing worried looks from the guys.
Dean tried, "He didn't mean it."
"And I don't care."
"Yes, we don't care, boys suck, boo!" Trinity landed next to her friend, pointing at all of them.
Tucker moved her drink out of her reach, making her smack his chest.
Sidney muttered, "Boo!—wait Hannah's about to sing, yay!"
She, alongside Allie and Trinity started to clap, then laugh.
Garrett beamed at his girlfriend starting her song: Bennie and the Jets, but he couldn't help but stare at Sidney.
"You wanna slow down?" He asked.
She shook her head, "Nope."
It was the only thing that could help drown out her self-deprecating thoughts.
"Sidney." Dean tried.
Sidney humorously laughed, "He's even talking to you, but not me? He hates me."
"Trust me, he doesn't hate you," Dean reassured, but she couldn't hear it.
She would rather listen to the mind-altering substance.
It was nicer to her, it was warming her chest and greeting her with a fuzzy hug.
"Taking this," Tucker grabbed her drink and passed it to Dean, who savoured it.
The women gasped in horror.
Sidney frowned, "Tucks that isn't nice. None of you are being nice."
"I wanna feel it tomorrow," Sidney whined, drawing a smile from Dean, before Allie subtly nudged him.
"You don't." Garrett argued, when the bar door opened, "Besides, aren't you gonna be on stage soon?"
Beau happily walked over to the group.
"What's up?" Beau asked, chuckling when Sidney fell into his arms, hugging him. "Hey Sid, you're drunk."
Her chin rested on her chest when she looked up at him, "No I'm not. I'm free." She pulled out of the embrace, "Maybe, m-maybe, I should just be single."
"Okay, call Logan," Garrett panicked, turning to Tucker who pulled out his phone.
Sidney tried to reach across the table, "Don't call Logan."
"Call him and tell him to go fuck himself— Yay Hannah!" Allie turned to cheer for her friend who ran up to them, singing in their faces, drawing applause from them all. "Whoo!"
"You're amazing!" Trinity rocked on her heels.
"You look so good," Sidney drunkenly smiled.
"I love you!" Garrett called out, then faced the group of drunken women.
"Fuck, Logan!" Sidney yelled then threw back a vodka shot. "If he doesn't want me then—”
"Sidney Watkins!" Jules announced her name just as Hannah fumbled handing back the microphone.
"Alright, give those shots, I need them." Sidney snatched them out of Allie's hand and threw them back, gagging after the first, "What is that death?" She nearly choked on the second as her face scrunched up in disgust. "Okay. Okay. I'm done."
"Should we let her go up?" Beau questioned, watching her push through the crowd, muttering apologies.
Garrett stated, "If she looks like she's about to fall..."
Dean finished his trail of thought, "We rush off and catch her."
"Yes," Tucker nodded, smiling when she got onto the stage grabbing the microphone.
"Aww, that's really smart." Hannah bopped her boyfriend's nose, then turned to face the stage. "Come on Sid!"
"You got this!" Allie yelled.
Trinity clapped, "Let's go!"
"You look so hot, babe!" Allie added, stumbling next to Dean, who stabilised her but put his hands on her hips, and she discreetly slapped them away.
On stage, Sidney blinked slowly, looking over the people, realising there were many more than she had realised.
"Go easy on me, okay guys," She winced, realising how loud she sounded, still she was encouraged.
Then her song started to play, and she sang along.
She nodded, shutting her eyes as she moved to the melody, fighting the emotions that flooded through her.
"There's nothing brave in walking alone. Love in exile has nowhere to go, so come on home. Mm, don't run away from my tenderness."
"Woah," Tucker was taken back from her vocals.
She could sing.
Even in her intoxicated state, Sidney could really sing.
"She has a great voice," Trinity lovingly looked at her best friend.
"Bravo!" Allie called out.
"You're so afraid of that heart inside of your chest. We were doing so well, but you were scared to be held. Took the easiest way out," Sidney opened her eyes, watching others were vibing along with her. "I see the tears of a man too proud to reach for a hand Well, let my love keep you safe now. So please don't."
Trinity clapped to the beat as she swayed next to Beau, who held onto her shoulders, grounding her slightly.
Hannah sang along, amazed by her friend's voice.
Dean wasn't surprised in the slightest, his mind drifted to a similar time, before he took a swig of his drink.
The door swung open and in walked Logan, unbeknownst to his girlfriend.
"Don't rein me in. Please don't rein me in. Now I'm working myself up to a nice, warm bliss. All my memories of you ring like tinnitus. If I stop, it's just pain, please don't rein me in." Sidney raised her hand in the air as she grew lost in the lyrics. "And I'm, I'm stood here chewing everyone's lugs off. Telling everybody how much I fucked it up. Telling everybody how much I fucked it up."
Suddenly she found a familiar pair of brown eyes when she passionately poured her all into the words.
Logan remained pinned to his place, with his unwavering gaze that softened just as his sibling approached him with a clipboard.
"You've got a really talented girlfriend brother," Jules praised, nudging him, making him bashfully turn to them.
"I do," He smiled.
Sidney caught a nostalgic pair of green eyes from across the room as she sang.
"Telling everybody but you how much I fucked it up. Slow down. Slow down. Oh."
Sidney jumped off the stage, into the cheering crowd and found her friends who all danced along with her.
Tucker twirled her around, earning a giggle that erupted through the microphone.
"Everybody! Sing!" She yelled, then skipped back to the stage.
"Now I'm working myself up to a nice, warm bliss." The crowd sang along. "All my memories of you ring like tinnitus. If I stop, it's just pain, please don't rein me in. Now I'm working myself up to a nice, warm bliss. All my memories of you ring like tinnitus. If I stop, it's just pain, please don't rein me in."
When the final lyric was sung Sidney was embraced with applause and cheers as she grinned then passed the microphone back.
Fortunately for the guys she managed to get off the stage for a second time without their assistance or stumbling.
She soaked up the attention she received, the hugs and praise from her friends.
"What a voice," Beau smiled at her.
She laughed, "Why, thank you kind sir." then she tapped the table, "I want another drink."
Garrett's smile dropped, before Logan appeared, making him let out a sigh of relief.
"Let's get you home."
She groaned at his presence, "What? you wanna talk to me now? Boo!"
Logan sighed when the other women joined in, much to his siblings amusement.
"Bad crowd," Jules remarked, stifling their laughter when Logan glared at them.
"Alright, let's sober you guys up." Garrett decided, and gestured to the other guys as he took his girlfriend's hand.
Tucker and Beau dealt with Trinity, who pulled out of their holds.
"No, let's stay."
"Yes," Sidney nodded, before Dean could guide Allie away.
“I’ll walk her home," Logan declared, looking between the displeased woman.
Trinity stared at him blankly, despite the weight of vodka weighing down her eyes.
"Trinity, I'll get her home safely," he reiterated.
Trinity slurred, "Fine, but you gotta convince her."
Sidney whined, when her friends were guided toward a free booth.
"Good luck," Jules muttered, patting their brother, then joined their friends.
Sidney's frown deepened.
"Sidney," Logan stepped closer, but she staggered back, keeping hold of the table.
"What?" She scoffed, "You gave me the cold shoulder because you were eating." She mocked his voice. "Did you just wanna embarrass me? Then you've succeeded…fuck," she groaned, clutching her head, feeling it pound like crazy. "My head is loud."
Logan instantly rushed to the bar, "Hey, can we get some water?" he impatiently tapped against the counter, keeping his gaze on his girlfriend, before the glass was slid over to him. He rejoined her as she still look up at him in annoyance, "here, drink this. Slow sips."
"I know," she muttered, then sipped slowly.
Logan monitored her, seeing her dribble slightly, before he pulled the glass away.
"Better?"
"No," She snapped, but it didn't faze him.
"You need fresh air."
The second she stepped outside, Sidney stumbled, prompting him to stabilise her with his arm curled around her waist but she pushed him away.
"Alright, no touching." He lifted his hands in the air and walked beside her until she reached his truck. "Here," he pulled open the passenger door, suppressing the urge to help her in, but she managed, despite closing her eyes ever so slightly and slumping in the chair. "Can you put on your seat belt?"
Stubbornly, Sidney tried to do without his help, but failed.
And when she didn't feel his hands, she opened her eyes noting how he was waiting for her confirmation.
"Fine, help me," She gritted out.
Logan assisted, even tugging at the material to make sure it was sufficient.
He gently shut the door, then jogged around the front, jumped inside the truck, joined her and put on the engine.
"You sounded very good up there." His praise filled the rumbling car. "Your voice sounds even better when you’re drunk. Shit, sorry if that doesn’t sound like a compliment."
Sidney huffed, exhaling through her nose. "Thanks."
He pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive.
For a few moments, he didn't know what to say.
His girlfriend was drunk and he knew it was because of him.
And she couldn't stand his presence which hurt.
But he knew he deserved it.
He spoke up, "Look, you might not remember this tomorrow," he glanced over seeing that she was still awake. "But I'm sorry for brushing you off. It was wrong. We decided we were gonna talk, but seeing you again, just made my mind blank."
They reached a stop sign and Sidney craned her neck to the side.
"Y-you're hurt. I hurt you."
Logan softly shook his head, "I think it hurts more, seeing you hurting."
She quietly scoffed, "So fucking corny."
"Can't help it." A smile tugged at his lips.
"Just get me home."
"I will baby, I will." he whispered when she turned her head.
a/n:
i’m not trying to write Logan ooc or anything, but he's still reeling from this massive bomb that he discovered by accident. he wouldn't know had he not been in Sid's dorm that day.
Sidney Watkins couldn’t understand how happy she got whenever she saw Dean, whether it was between classes, during parties, or whenever she watched him score in a game.
She didn’t like him.
She couldn’t like him.
Yet she did.
Dean would pull out of classes, smother her in kisses then pretend that he was helping her with something if they were to be caught by a random freshman.
Sidney would order his favourite at Malone's as a treat for a good practice and game, then jump into his car and onto his lap, feeding him his fries whilst she gushed over his performance.
It was a funny habit of theirs, that she believed was fuelled by the secrecy.
So now, after a great grade on her intro to psyche paper, she wanted to celebrate with another date, just like he felt like he deserved kisses after another glorious win.
So now they were officially on their fourth date — she decided it was time to be dressed up.
It was Thursday evening at the movie theatre in Hastings, tickets were full price, and he wouldn't even let her think about paying. The theatre had three screens and carried one new release a week, whilst the others were old movies. So luckily for him, one of his favourites was showing.
The movie of choice was Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.
She vaguely remembered the plot, but adored Orlando Bloom when she first watched it.
“I swear, you only one that game because I was distracted," Sidney replied, gathering her spicy nachos off the counter.
Dean picked up his large popcorn and Coke, and argued, “When i have my shirt off that tends to happen.”
“Not because of that, you ass.” Sidney softly scoffed, when they started walking toward their screen room.
He blew out his cheeks, and lowered his tone, “And speaking of asses— what? Yours has to be the most breathtaking I’ve ever seen.”
Sidney halted in her stride, turning to him when he did the same.
“I’m already aware of that," She voiced, rolling her eyes and then watched him push open the screen door.
Dean smirked, “Just wanted to reassure you that it didn’t change.”
“Shut up," she strutted in.
He stalked behind her.
Their screen room wasn't packed, they caught a few people in each row as they strolled up the lengthy stairs to the back seats.
And when they did, Dean leaned close to ask, “Why were you distracted?”
Sidney pondered, shifting in her chair and placed her food onto the seat tray.
She slowly answered, “I just wanted to win. Like so badly. I got confused and I lost.”
“Well, I’ll help you next time." Dean nodded, genuinely smiling at her, "No strip chess.”
Her brow arched sceptically, “Only strategy?”
“Stripping is strategy.”
“Oh I know, D.”
Their laughter was promptly shushed by various people when the lights went down and the title card appeared.
"Tough crowd," she muttered, only making him laugh more.
Throughout the movie, Sidney let Dean sample some of her nachos, whilst he slumped back and let her as much popcorn as possible and happily sipped on his coke.
And when she curled up in her seat, he widened his legs and helped her across, comfortably sitting on his lap.
The movie wasn't on his mind, nor were the action sequences he marvelled over when he was a kid. No, it was Sidney. How she tucked her head into his neck, how she commented on various scenes or laughed when no one else did.
She smelt different today.
He thought it was the honey shampoo, but when she freshened up in the ladies, he realised it was her perfume— it had a warm spice to it, making it hard for him to control his thoughts when they drove back to campus.
"Malones?" He asked.
She nodded, "Malones."
It took him ten minutes to collect their orders and another twenty-five to eat up every last crumb and sip their last sips in his car.
"Y'know Beau hasn’t stopped talking about your dad," Dean admitted, making her laugh in disbelief.
She wiped her mouth, "Really?"
"He's one of his heroes."
"That's nice to hear," She replied, smiling at the thought.
She used to think her dad was one of her heroes, until she grew up and just saw him as just her dad.
Dean sheepishly added, "Says he wants a signed jersey."
Sidney drawled, turning to him, "Oh, is that why you wined and dined me tonight, so you could hook up Beau?"
"No, a jersey would just be a bonus," Dean leaned in, across the console, making her giggle.
"Shut up."
Dean couldn't help himself when he reached out, cupped her face, and smashed his lips into hers.
Sidney lowly moaned, the excitement from potentially being caught and the taste of him, made her get lost in it all.
Dean was drunk on the passion, kissing her deeply as he helped lift her over the console, pressing their chests together as her knees found solace on either side of his hips.
She pulled at his hair and he grabbed her ass, moaning into her mouth as he slipped his tongue in.
Heat flooded his car, steaming up his windows and growing between their thighs.
Sidney felt lightheaded by his touch, his hands wandered from her ass to her back, making her melt into him, kissing his jaw, his chin, and his neck.
He was so sensitive.
His head tipped back, and his mouth parted emitting more raspy moans the harsher she sucked on his skin.
And then finally, she pulled back, to see her lovely artwork, just to catch his eyes flutter open.
She breathily laughed.
“Delirious?” Dean said, in a rasp, tracing patterns on her back.
Sidney whispered, “Sane.” She cupped his face, “Your eyes are so green. Like emeralds. Pretty."
A small chuckle escaped him, before he intensely stared at her, “Your eyes look rich in the light.”
"Corny," She snorted.
"Romantic."
Dean loved how he could bask in her splendor every other day. He felt more than lucky, infatuated.
He pulled her back into another kiss, trailing his hands over her stomach, until a finger grazed under her left breast.
"Wait," She reeled back, pushing his hand away.
Dean immediately sobered up, regretting the action when she stiffened, "Sorry."
"No, I'm sorry I just don't wanna go further than that Dean," She plastered on a smile, which only made him feel worse.
"Why are you apologising? We don't have to go further," he said softly, rubbing his thumbs over his waist.
Sidney rolled her shoulders back, and awkwardly scratched her forehead, "I'm just not comfortable doing that's too sexual. The strip chess and all the kissing and wondering hands is where it stops."
"I'm good with that." Dean reached out, trying to cup her face as she looked away, "Hey, that's fine with me."
"Yeah, for how long?" Sidney murmured, making him frown.
"Sidney…”
Her phone suddenly went off, allowing her to make an easy escape.
"Sorry, lemme get this," She slipped back into her seat and picked up her phone, ignoring his concern.
mama 🌸
hi sweetie, just wanted
to tell you, that your
uncle daryl and his
sons are coming for
thanksgiving.
read
Sidney let out a deep sigh, and turned off her phone, already imagining her mom's pinched, uptight look on her face as she typed it.
"Great," She mattered.
Dean moved closer, though he kept his hands to himself, "What's the matter?"
"Family... it just sucks," she muttered, slipping her phone under her thigh, trying not to clench her fist.
"Wanna talk about it?"
Sidney grimaced, "I kinda just wanna go home."
Dean nodded, starting the car immediately, "I can take you home."
Slowly, Sidney turned to look at him, seeing the regret cast across his profile.
"Can you stay with me?" She whispered, stifling her tears, her sadness clogged her tone.
Dean stared at her, eyes softening before he kindly smiled, "Of course I'll stay with you, beautiful."
a/n:
probably may fave chapter of them.
remember in “secrets out,” chapter when sidney was wearing a pirates outfit…
Sidney Watkins couldn’t understand how happy she got whenever she saw Dean, whether it was between classes, during parties, or whenever she watched him score in a game.
She didn’t like him.
She couldn’t like him.
Yet she did.
Dean would pull out of classes, smother her in kisses then pretend that he was helping her with something if they were to be caught by a random freshman.
Sidney would order his favourite at Malone's as a treat for a good practice and game, then jump into his car and onto his lap, feeding him his fries whilst she gushed over his performance.
It was a funny habit of theirs, that she believed was fuelled by the secrecy.
So now, after a great grade on her intro to psyche paper, she wanted to celebrate with another date, just like he felt like he deserved kisses after another glorious win.
So now they were officially on their fourth date — she decided it was time to be dressed up.
It was Thursday evening at the movie theatre in Hastings, tickets were full price, and he wouldn't even let her think about paying. The theatre had three screens and carried one new release a week, whilst the others were old movies. So luckily for him, one of his favourites was showing.
The movie of choice was Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.
She vaguely remembered the plot, but adored Orlando Bloom when she first watched it.
“I swear, you only one that game because I was distracted," Sidney replied, gathering her spicy nachos off the counter.
Dean picked up his large popcorn and Coke, and argued, “When i have my shirt off that tends to happen.”
“Not because of that, you ass.” Sidney softly scoffed, when they started walking toward their screen room.
He blew out his cheeks, and lowered his tone, “And speaking of asses— what? Yours has to be the most breathtaking I’ve ever seen.”
Sidney halted in her stride, turning to him when he did the same.
“I’m already aware of that," She voiced, rolling her eyes and then watched him push open the screen door.
Dean smirked, “Just wanted to reassure you that it didn’t change.”
“Shut up," she strutted in.
He stalked behind her.
Their screen room wasn't packed, they caught a few people in each row as they strolled up the lengthy stairs to the back seats.
And when they did, Dean leaned close to ask, “Why were you distracted?”
Sidney pondered, shifting in her chair and placed her food onto the seat tray.
She slowly answered, “I just wanted to win. Like so badly. I got confused and I lost.”
“Well, I’ll help you next time." Dean nodded, genuinely smiling at her, "No strip chess.”
Her brow arched sceptically, “Only strategy?”
“Stripping is strategy.”
“Oh I know, D.”
Their laughter was promptly shushed by various people when the lights went down and the title card appeared.
"Tough crowd," she muttered, only making him laugh more.
Throughout the movie, Sidney let Dean sample some of her nachos, whilst he slumped back and let her as much popcorn as possible and happily sipped on his coke.
And when she curled up in her seat, he widened his legs and helped her across, comfortably sitting on his lap.
The movie wasn't on his mind, nor were the action sequences he marvelled over when he was a kid. No, it was Sidney. How she tucked her head into his neck, how she commented on various scenes or laughed when no one else did.
She smelt different today.
He thought it was the honey shampoo, but when she freshened up in the ladies, he realised it was her perfume— it had a warm spice to it, making it hard for him to control his thoughts when they drove back to campus.
"Malones?" He asked.
She nodded, "Malones."
It took him ten minutes to collect their orders and another twenty-five to eat up every last crumb and sip their last sips in his car.
"Y'know Beau hasn’t stopped talking about your dad," Dean admitted, making her laugh in disbelief.
She wiped her mouth, "Really?"
"He's one of his heroes."
"That's nice to hear," She replied, smiling at the thought.
She used to think her dad was one of her heroes, until she grew up and just saw him as just her dad.
Dean sheepishly added, "Says he wants a signed jersey."
Sidney drawled, turning to him, "Oh, is that why you wined and dined me tonight, so you could hook up Beau?"
"No, a jersey would just be a bonus," Dean leaned in, across the console, making her giggle.
"Shut up."
Dean couldn't help himself when he reached out, cupped her face, and smashed his lips into hers.
Sidney lowly moaned, the excitement from potentially being caught and the taste of him, made her get lost in it all.
Dean was drunk on the passion, kissing her deeply as he helped lift her over the console, pressing their chests together as her knees found solace on either side of his hips.
She pulled at his hair and he grabbed her ass, moaning into her mouth as he slipped his tongue in.
Heat flooded his car, steaming up his windows and growing between their thighs.
Sidney felt lightheaded by his touch, his hands wandered from her ass to her back, making her melt into him, kissing his jaw, his chin, and his neck.
He was so sensitive.
His head tipped back, and his mouth parted emitting more raspy moans the harsher she sucked on his skin.
And then finally, she pulled back, to see her lovely artwork, just to catch his eyes flutter open.
She breathily laughed.
“Delirious?” Dean said, in a rasp, tracing patterns on her back.
Sidney whispered, “Sane.” She cupped his face, “Your eyes are so green. Like emeralds. Pretty."
A small chuckle escaped him, before he intensely stared at her, “Your eyes look rich in the light.”
"Corny," She snorted.
"Romantic."
Dean loved how he could bask in her splendor every other day. He felt more than lucky, infatuated.
He pulled her back into another kiss, trailing his hands over her stomach, until a finger grazed under her left breast.
"Wait," She reeled back, pushing his hand away.
Dean immediately sobered up, regretting the action when she stiffened, "Sorry."
"No, I'm sorry I just don't wanna go further than that Dean," She plastered on a smile, which only made him feel worse.
"Why are you apologising? We don't have to go further," he said softly, rubbing his thumbs over his waist.
Sidney rolled her shoulders back, and awkwardly scratched her forehead, "I'm just not comfortable doing that's too sexual. The strip chess and all the kissing and wondering hands is where it stops."
"I'm good with that." Dean reached out, trying to cup her face as she looked away, "Hey, that's fine with me."
"Yeah, for how long?" Sidney murmured, making him frown.
"Sidney…”
Her phone suddenly went off, allowing her to make an easy escape.
"Sorry, lemme get this," She slipped back into her seat and picked up her phone, ignoring his concern.
mama 🌸
hi sweetie, just wanted
to tell you, that your
uncle daryl and his
sons are coming for
thanksgiving.
read
Sidney let out a deep sigh, and turned off her phone, already imagining her mom's pinched, uptight look on her face as she typed it.
"Great," She mattered.
Dean moved closer, though he kept his hands to himself, "What's the matter?"
"Family... it just sucks," she muttered, slipping her phone under her thigh, trying not to clench her fist.
"Wanna talk about it?"
Sidney grimaced, "I kinda just wanna go home."
Dean nodded, starting the car immediately, "I can take you home."
Slowly, Sidney turned to look at him, seeing the regret cast across his profile.
"Can you stay with me?" She whispered, stifling her tears, her sadness clogged her tone.
Dean stared at her, eyes softening before he kindly smiled, "Of course I'll stay with you, beautiful."
a/n:
probably may fave chapter of them.
remember in “secrets out,” chapter when sidney was wearing a pirates outfit…
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“Come here,” he grinned after shoving the door stopper under the door, so they wouldn’t be interrupted, “I love you alright, now, I need to make it up to you, you’re parents know I’m stayin’ over, so lay back and be quiet.”
her small breathy moans haunted him at night in his room alone. Touching himself, imagining how it would be when he had her all over again. He craved Eden like the very air in his lungs.
“You’re not tired?” She asked, putting aside her confession and focusing on his hardened state, palming it, earning a soft groan from him.
“Of you? Never,” his head moved all over her body, travelling from the hem of her nightie to the inside of her thighs, “surprised your knife ain’t here, can’t ‘ave you stabbin’ me.”
He didn’t need another incident with this flick knife
She let out a breathy laugh, “I wouldn’t… yet.”
Eden dragged his face back to hers, enveloping him in searing kisses as his hands began making short work of her nightie, pulling it over her head, freeing her breasts, her own nimble fingers pulled down his undergarments, he groaned against her feverish lips.
“Fuck, you’re everythin’, ya know that?” He grunted at the feeling of her hands.
Tommy pulled back, trying to suppress his grunts and groans but he couldn’t. He moved away her hand, wanting, no, needing to focus on her and only her.
His tongue tongued with her breasts, “‘Ave these got bigger? They fuckin’ ‘ave.”
It was something he couldn’t deny.
“Oi, that hurts,” she hissed, then panicked at the worried look in his eyes, “Avoid ‘em for the night. Just feel little sensitive, thats all.”
“Y’sure?” she never reacted like that before “They look so…” Tommy trailed off, biting down on his lip at how big they were, “alright sorry,” he quick apoloisged, then was taken back by her roughly pushing him, managing to flip him over, “Fuck.”
“Wanted be to top,” she murmered as his hands settled on her waist.
He needed all of her, she squealed when he sat up, still keeping his frim grip on her.
“By all means, darlin’,” he groaned, watching her rise on her knees, “be on top.”
Sinking down on him, they both groaned and gripped each other.
Eden knew she would have to find a better time to tell him about the baby on the way.
“Come here,” he grinned after shoving the door stopper under the door, so they wouldn’t be interrupted, “I love you alright, now, I need to make it up to you, you’re parents know I’m stayin’ over, so lay back and be quiet.”
her small breathy moans haunted him at night in his room alone. Touching himself, imagining how it would be when he had her all over again. He craved Eden like the very air in his lungs.
“You’re not tired?” She asked, putting aside her confession and focusing on his hardened state, palming it, earning a soft groan from him.
“Of you? Never,” his head moved all over her body, travelling from the hem of her nightie to the inside of her thighs, “surprised your knife ain’t here, can’t ‘ave you stabbin’ me.”
He didn’t need another incident with this flick knife
She let out a breathy laugh, “I wouldn’t… yet.”
Eden dragged his face back to hers, enveloping him in searing kisses as his hands began making short work of her nightie, pulling it over her head, freeing her breasts, her own nimble fingers pulled down his undergarments, he groaned against her feverish lips.
“Fuck, you’re everythin’, ya know that?” He grunted at the feeling of her hands.
Tommy pulled back, trying to suppress his grunts and groans but he couldn’t. He moved away her hand, wanting, no, needing to focus on her and only her.
His tongue tongued with her breasts, “‘Ave these got bigger? They fuckin’ ‘ave.”
It was something he couldn’t deny.
“Oi, that hurts,” she hissed, then panicked at the worried look in his eyes, “Avoid ‘em for the night. Just feel little sensitive, thats all.”
“Y’sure?” she never reacted like that before “They look so…” Tommy trailed off, biting down on his lip at how big they were, “alright sorry,” he quick apoloisged, then was taken back by her roughly pushing him, managing to flip him over, “Fuck.”
“Wanted be to top,” she murmered as his hands settled on her waist.
He needed all of her, she squealed when he sat up, still keeping his frim grip on her.
“By all means, darlin’,” he groaned, watching her rise on her knees, “be on top.”
Sinking down on him, they both groaned and gripped each other.
Eden knew she would have to find a better time to tell him about the baby on the way.
aemond and daenys calm their desires in the red keep
warnings: smut
--
WHEN they reach their quarters Daenys put her hand out, preventing Aemond from pushing open the door. Seeing her apprehension he cocked his head to the side, analysing her sudden change in demeanour.
"What you said about the winter rose..."
"We do not have to go in," Aemond stated, understanding her train of thought. He would not let his uncle cease their last piece of pleasure. He would grasp it if his life depended on it. "Come," he grabbed her shoulders, caressing her arms until he interlinked their hands, pressing kisses to each one. "How ravishing."
Sparing a look at the guards outside their quarters, he sent a nod, dismissing them.
"My Prince," they spoke, inclining their heads "My Lady."
Not wasting time, Daenys drew Aemond for a desperate kiss, unclasping his hair in the process, letting his moon-kissed locks cascade, swarming her face. A small whimper escaped her lips when he pulled away, her pleas caused him to grip her hands, pushing them above her head.
"Aemond," she moaned as his other hand grasped at her skirts, "How tactless, pleasuring your Lady Wife for all to see." A smirk kissed his lips as they descended onto her chest, nipping at the bust and growling into her cleavage. He wanted nothing more than to rip her bodice to shreds, but her dampening thighs called to him. Beckoned him, she lured him like a siren. She gasped at his touch, fingers crawling to where they both desired most. "How perfect, they fit me so well Husband."
He grunted, adding another finger to her core, feasting on the moans pouring from her mouth.
"My shift, I cannot breathe with it, it suffocates me so," letting go of her hands, he tugged at the front of her shift, revealing her breasts, on display for him to see, and only him. His lips peppered over her nipples, as his pace sped up. "More... I need it, need you closer."
She cried out, uncaring of the maids scattering away at the mere sound of her debauchery.
"Peak, Wife," he craved it, wanting her release on his fingers. His lips parted and his gaze darkened when her head tossed back against their chamber door. "That's it." Her silent cry of his name almost made him spill in his breeches. Riding the wave of pleasure, Daenys eyes fluttered as he pulled his fingers away, wanting to sample a taste of her sweetness. "Exquisite."
She flushed as he licked every last drop, before smashing his lips against hers, leaving her whining and pleading for more.
"Our children wonder about our whereabouts, don't you think?"
"You villain," she went to reach for his jerkin.
"When I check for monsters under our children's beds? Tis indeed shameful. Before they come to join you in our chambers, I will let you return the favour, if that is what you desire."
DAENYS softly gasped when Aemond's lips slammed against hers. She could feel the passion, or perhaps his lust would engulf her all at once. A sense of pride washed over her, before she pulled back, seeing the darkening glints of greed in his lilac eye flicker to her chest. She teased and tutted when he dipped his head again only to be met with her cheek.
"We mustn't. The boys..."
"As soon as their eyes shut, you won't be able to keep me at arm's length."
Daenys did not trust her voice, answering with a nod instead.
They heard their children babbling grow softer and quieter; words that were predominately Rhaegon's. The twins caught the glimmer of their Father's Sapphire as he rounded their canopy bed. One day, they had raced into their parent's chambers without knocking when Daenys was cleaning his socket. Aemond had turned away despite his throbbing pain, but the twins appeared intrigued not scared, just like Daenys would tell him. Since then Aemond was more confident showing his disfigurement to his sons, but only to them and his Lady Wife, who were privy to his vulnerability.
"One story, Tis what your Mother promised you. Now rest. We have been busy boys, if you must know. Planning and moulding your future. Our future. Now sleep," a cat-like pout formed on Rhaegon's face — inherited from his Father. Baelon groaned, but listened, shutting his parti-coloured eyes with a scrunched face. His twin followed, after receiving soft strokes to his hair from their Mother. "Good."
"Rest well sweet boys," Daenys blew out candles around the room. They were scentless, otherwise they'd cause discomfort to Aemond's wounded socket. Husband and Wife watched fondly and feverishly as their children's hands grabbed onto each other. "We will be on look out for any monsters. They cannot get to you. Nor me with your Father here."
Their laboured breaths reached the parent's ears as their chests rose and fell.
In the darkness, Daenys let out a soft gasp, careful not to wake her sons when she felt her Lord husband's hands caress her breasts.
"Not here."
"Where then, The coast?" Aemond responded dryly.
"Need I remind you that you ravished me in an empty corridor of the Keep?" She whispered, fuelling his lust. "Now Come. I shall show you all the corners and crevices of this place, where one day you and I will rule. But first, my desire to have you see my special hideout."
Aemond, let his hunger guide throughout the castle and his Wife, whilst hearing the echoes of Knights on watch. The sights even in the night were pleasant, windy yet warm not what he was used to. Daenys' grip tightened as they stumbled, clad in their small clothes and cloaks to protect the archaic walls from their sins.
"This was your... hideout?" He glanced around at the tall walls of the narrow library of High Tide. "How shabby."
"Is that judgement I detect husband? And here I thought you were the caring type. But I see that is all Daeron."
Her amusement faded when he backed her against the walls of the library, turning her to face a window and gripping her hands, placing them on the cobblestones. He spread her legs as she panted, collecting all the air she needed as he pulled up her ivory gown, mouth-frothing at the lack of small clothes she wore beneath. Bare-arsed and exposed to the Prince, anyone else would mistake her for a whore, the noises she would make would do well to imply that.
"Tell me, about this place," He demanded, swiping his fingers through her soaked slit, biting down on his bottom lip at the whimper escaping her lips. Normally he would be on his knees, sucking and sampling all she had to offer, his knees would grow tired but his tongue would maintain the ravaging with hunger as she screamed, begging for more. "The ports, the villages... How the common folk work, how they satisfy themselves." He heard his Daenys' moans, they were quick to louden at the pace he worked at, adding another finger just to pull them back to taste, groaning and eye-rolling back at the mere addiction he had. It was strong. His cravings never stopped. "Perhaps I should visit Spicetown before we depart on the morrow, grow accustomed to the life."
"Hull would be more to your liking," she breathed out, feeling his naked thighs brush against hers. He further nudged her knees apart and pushed gently on her spine, smirking at her arching back. "You'd admire the men, their dedication to their craft," she let out a deep moan when he guided himself to her dripping core. He silenced their noise with a sloppy kiss, gently caressing her neck as their lips enveloped each other. He struggled to hold back, mind dazed at how her body swallowed his every inch. "Aemond..." she murmured against his lips as he picked up his pace, settling his hands back on her waist, careful not to pound into her, wary he would hurt the babe. "The Sea Snake was saved by an Alyn of Hull."
The mention of another man encouraged him to thrust deeper, her intention of course, "Oh was he?"
She almost shrieked when he grabbed her breast, "Yes."
His hands began to knead her flesh, at times gentle, others possessive. the pleasures engulfing them were too much, and thoughts of being caught spurred them on. Her palms left the cobbled walls and flung around his neck as he pulled him back against his chest with each thrust. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, hitting spots inside her that sent jolts of pleasure through her body. The sensations intensified.
"Oh..." she mewled. "Gods."
"Do you feel that?" his lips tickled her ear, voice strained and husky. "Do you feel how you take me in?"
"I feel you, always," voice trembling, she mustered an answer. "We will visit all the settlements when we ascend. We will learn," she choked back a sob at wondering fingers working between her legs. "We will love. And then we rule."
A laboured chuckle escaped him, "Yes, love. Then we rule."
a/n:
so apparently wattpad is taking down stories that includes smut, which "doesn't serve the story". so I'm not risking anything and uploading any smut scenes I've written onto here.
aemond and daenys calm their desires in the red keep
warnings: smut
--
WHEN they reach their quarters Daenys put her hand out, preventing Aemond from pushing open the door. Seeing her apprehension he cocked his head to the side, analysing her sudden change in demeanour.
"What you said about the winter rose..."
"We do not have to go in," Aemond stated, understanding her train of thought. He would not let his uncle cease their last piece of pleasure. He would grasp it if his life depended on it. "Come," he grabbed her shoulders, caressing her arms until he interlinked their hands, pressing kisses to each one. "How ravishing."
Sparing a look at the guards outside their quarters, he sent a nod, dismissing them.
"My Prince," they spoke, inclining their heads "My Lady."
Not wasting time, Daenys drew Aemond for a desperate kiss, unclasping his hair in the process, letting his moon-kissed locks cascade, swarming her face. A small whimper escaped her lips when he pulled away, her pleas caused him to grip her hands, pushing them above her head.
"Aemond," she moaned as his other hand grasped at her skirts, "How tactless, pleasuring your Lady Wife for all to see." A smirk kissed his lips as they descended onto her chest, nipping at the bust and growling into her cleavage. He wanted nothing more than to rip her bodice to shreds, but her dampening thighs called to him. Beckoned him, she lured him like a siren. She gasped at his touch, fingers crawling to where they both desired most. "How perfect, they fit me so well Husband."
He grunted, adding another finger to her core, feasting on the moans pouring from her mouth.
"My shift, I cannot breathe with it, it suffocates me so," letting go of her hands, he tugged at the front of her shift, revealing her breasts, on display for him to see, and only him. His lips peppered over her nipples, as his pace sped up. "More... I need it, need you closer."
She cried out, uncaring of the maids scattering away at the mere sound of her debauchery.
"Peak, Wife," he craved it, wanting her release on his fingers. His lips parted and his gaze darkened when her head tossed back against their chamber door. "That's it." Her silent cry of his name almost made him spill in his breeches. Riding the wave of pleasure, Daenys eyes fluttered as he pulled his fingers away, wanting to sample a taste of her sweetness. "Exquisite."
She flushed as he licked every last drop, before smashing his lips against hers, leaving her whining and pleading for more.
"Our children wonder about our whereabouts, don't you think?"
"You villain," she went to reach for his jerkin.
"When I check for monsters under our children's beds? Tis indeed shameful. Before they come to join you in our chambers, I will let you return the favour, if that is what you desire."
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DAENYS softly gasped when Aemond's lips slammed against hers. She could feel the passion, or perhaps his lust would engulf her all at once. A sense of pride washed over her, before she pulled back, seeing the darkening glints of greed in his lilac eye flicker to her chest. She teased and tutted when he dipped his head again only to be met with her cheek.
"We mustn't. The boys..."
"As soon as their eyes shut, you won't be able to keep me at arm's length."
Daenys did not trust her voice, answering with a nod instead.
They heard their children babbling grow softer and quieter; words that were predominately Rhaegon's. The twins caught the glimmer of their Father's Sapphire as he rounded their canopy bed. One day, they had raced into their parent's chambers without knocking when Daenys was cleaning his socket. Aemond had turned away despite his throbbing pain, but the twins appeared intrigued not scared, just like Daenys would tell him. Since then Aemond was more confident showing his disfigurement to his sons, but only to them and his Lady Wife, who were privy to his vulnerability.
"One story, Tis what your Mother promised you. Now rest. We have been busy boys, if you must know. Planning and moulding your future. Our future. Now sleep," a cat-like pout formed on Rhaegon's face — inherited from his Father. Baelon groaned, but listened, shutting his parti-coloured eyes with a scrunched face. His twin followed, after receiving soft strokes to his hair from their Mother. "Good."
"Rest well sweet boys," Daenys blew out candles around the room. They were scentless, otherwise they'd cause discomfort to Aemond's wounded socket. Husband and Wife watched fondly and feverishly as their children's hands grabbed onto each other. "We will be on look out for any monsters. They cannot get to you. Nor me with your Father here."
Their laboured breaths reached the parent's ears as their chests rose and fell.
In the darkness, Daenys let out a soft gasp, careful not to wake her sons when she felt her Lord husband's hands caress her breasts.
"Not here."
"Where then, The coast?" Aemond responded dryly.
"Need I remind you that you ravished me in an empty corridor of the Keep?" She whispered, fuelling his lust. "Now Come. I shall show you all the corners and crevices of this place, where one day you and I will rule. But first, my desire to have you see my special hideout."
Aemond, let his hunger guide throughout the castle and his Wife, whilst hearing the echoes of Knights on watch. The sights even in the night were pleasant, windy yet warm not what he was used to. Daenys' grip tightened as they stumbled, clad in their small clothes and cloaks to protect the archaic walls from their sins.
"This was your... hideout?" He glanced around at the tall walls of the narrow library of High Tide. "How shabby."
"Is that judgement I detect husband? And here I thought you were the caring type. But I see that is all Daeron."
Her amusement faded when he backed her against the walls of the library, turning her to face a window and gripping her hands, placing them on the cobblestones. He spread her legs as she panted, collecting all the air she needed as he pulled up her ivory gown, mouth-frothing at the lack of small clothes she wore beneath. Bare-arsed and exposed to the Prince, anyone else would mistake her for a whore, the noises she would make would do well to imply that.
"Tell me, about this place," He demanded, swiping his fingers through her soaked slit, biting down on his bottom lip at the whimper escaping her lips. Normally he would be on his knees, sucking and sampling all she had to offer, his knees would grow tired but his tongue would maintain the ravaging with hunger as she screamed, begging for more. "The ports, the villages... How the common folk work, how they satisfy themselves." He heard his Daenys' moans, they were quick to louden at the pace he worked at, adding another finger just to pull them back to taste, groaning and eye-rolling back at the mere addiction he had. It was strong. His cravings never stopped. "Perhaps I should visit Spicetown before we depart on the morrow, grow accustomed to the life."
"Hull would be more to your liking," she breathed out, feeling his naked thighs brush against hers. He further nudged her knees apart and pushed gently on her spine, smirking at her arching back. "You'd admire the men, their dedication to their craft," she let out a deep moan when he guided himself to her dripping core. He silenced their noise with a sloppy kiss, gently caressing her neck as their lips enveloped each other. He struggled to hold back, mind dazed at how her body swallowed his every inch. "Aemond..." she murmured against his lips as he picked up his pace, settling his hands back on her waist, careful not to pound into her, wary he would hurt the babe. "The Sea Snake was saved by an Alyn of Hull."
The mention of another man encouraged him to thrust deeper, her intention of course, "Oh was he?"
She almost shrieked when he grabbed her breast, "Yes."
His hands began to knead her flesh, at times gentle, others possessive. the pleasures engulfing them were too much, and thoughts of being caught spurred them on. Her palms left the cobbled walls and flung around his neck as he pulled him back against his chest with each thrust. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, hitting spots inside her that sent jolts of pleasure through her body. The sensations intensified.
"Oh..." she mewled. "Gods."
"Do you feel that?" his lips tickled her ear, voice strained and husky. "Do you feel how you take me in?"
"I feel you, always," voice trembling, she mustered an answer. "We will visit all the settlements when we ascend. We will learn," she choked back a sob at wondering fingers working between her legs. "We will love. And then we rule."
A laboured chuckle escaped him, "Yes, love. Then we rule."
a/n:
so apparently wattpad is taking down stories that includes smut, which "doesn't serve the story". so I'm not risking anything and uploading any smut scenes I've written onto here.
ex!dean di laurentis x sidney watkins (oc) x john logan
where lunch gets awkward
__
John Logan had been avoiding his girlfriend, Sidney since she got back after Thanksgiving.
Garrett had tried helping, despite the consuming thoughts of his dad's new girlfriend and the bruises staining her wrists and possibly other parts of her body.
He concluded that his best friend's relationship would heal itself.
So, currently, he was focusing on himself, happily being treated to a date by Hannah as they sat beside each other, tucking into their food in Carver Hall.
The rustic chalet-style, the high ceilings, wood panelled walls, and ornate light fixtures that cast a soft yellow glow over the room, completely contrasting the other meal halls.
Hannah loved it.
And so did he.
Well, until his friends spotted them, smiling when they stood on the opposite side of the table.
"Wellsy," Dean placed his tray in front of her, "Saw you guys on Fifth Line."
"Is Jules—" Hannah pulled a face.
"They're everywhere," Dean voiced.
Tucker promptly sat between Logan and Dean, not risking another punch up.
"Like God," Logan added, pulling out his seat.
Garrett expressed, "We're supposed to be on a date."
"Oh, wow, you really splurged, G." Logan joked, sitting down.
Hannah bashfully interrupted, "This one was my treat."
Logan's eyes widened, before he smiled, "Oh, then, rescinded."
"So, how was y'all's break?" Tucker's questioned, looking between the couple.
But Logan's attention was suddenly pulled away.
He found Sidney across the hall.
She was in her gym clothes, walking through the rows of tables, holding her large bottle of water.
Damn, she looked beautiful.
Following his gaze, Hannah lit up.
"Sid!" Hannah called her off, unaware of the simmering tension.
Sidney slowly strolled over, hands tightening around her water bottle as she finally stood before the group.
"Oh, hey guys," She greeted.
"Sidney," Tucker waved.
"Watkins," Garrett smiled.
Dean nodded in acknowledgement, whilst Logan suddenly averted his gaze.
Hannah asked, "How was your Thanksgiving?"
"Could've been better," she grumbled, attempting to smile.
Tucker teased, "You get anymore merch from your dad?"
Sidney didn't pick up on his teasing, "Oh, should I?"
Tucker flushed, and Dean jumped in, "He's kidding."
"Oh, right sorry."
"You're not gonna join us?" Hannah encouraged, nodding to the seat next to her.
"Umm..." Sidney's expectant gaze drifted over to her boyfriend who wasn't looking at her. "Logan... can you talk now?"
Unlike the medical room, he was much more hesitant and harsh. "I can't right now, I'm eating."
Garrett's brows pulled together, and he kicked Logan under the table, who reacted with a small glare when he looked up from playing with his food.
Sidney’s lips thinned into a line and her head softly bopped.
"Right, well, I guess I'll head to the weight room," she said.
"Have fun." Logan muttered, making her shoulders sink.
"I'll see you guys later."
Sidney subtly rolled her eyes and walked away, not looking back to see Logan wistfully staring after her.
Hannah's lips curled into a frown, "What was that?"
"Dean, wanna say what that was?" Logan tutted, and the blond in question let his fork clatter against his tray.
Dean awkwardly scratched at his forehead, "He um... Logan found out about Sidney and me dating back in sophomore year."
Hannah's eyes shot out of her head when she turned back to her boyfriend, "Wait, what?"
Tucker answered for Garrett, "That’s why I’m the human buffer today."
"And you're mad at her, why?" Hannah faced Logan in confusion.
Logan replied as if it were obvious, "She kept it a secret."
"So did Dean and you're being cordial."
Logan was doing that because he had to.
Not because he wanted to.
Garrett muttered against his cup, "And you left her in her room crying when you found out."
Hannah looked annoyed.
Dean's stare dropped to his food tray, whilst Tucker subtly shook his head.
"Dude," Logan scoffed.
Hannah leaned forward, eyes widening in shock, "You did what?"
"You did." Garrett insisted, holding his best friend's irritated stare, "She should've told you yes, but she didn't keep it from you to hurt you. She was probably trying to avoid this situation entirely. It's messy. You don't do messy."
"I... just don't know what to say." Logan voiced, running a hand over his face, then spared a glance at Dean.
"Instead you and Dean beat the crap out of each other on the ice and play nice on land, whilst your girlfriend is losing her mind."
Tucker sucked his teeth, "Sounds pretty fucked up."
Garrett added, “Besides we all know you can’t function without her.”
ex!dean di laurentis x sidney watkins (oc) x john logan
where lunch gets awkward
__
John Logan had been avoiding his girlfriend, Sidney since she got back after Thanksgiving.
Garrett had tried helping, despite the consuming thoughts of his dad's new girlfriend and the bruises staining her wrists and possibly other parts of her body.
He concluded that his best friend's relationship would heal itself.
So, currently, he was focusing on himself, happily being treated to a date by Hannah as they sat beside each other, tucking into their food in Carver Hall.
The rustic chalet-style, the high ceilings, wood panelled walls, and ornate light fixtures that cast a soft yellow glow over the room, completely contrasting the other meal halls.
Hannah loved it.
And so did he.
Well, until his friends spotted them, smiling when they stood on the opposite side of the table.
"Wellsy," Dean placed his tray in front of her, "Saw you guys on Fifth Line."
"Is Jules—" Hannah pulled a face.
"They're everywhere," Dean voiced.
Tucker promptly sat between Logan and Dean, not risking another punch up.
"Like God," Logan added, pulling out his seat.
Garrett expressed, "We're supposed to be on a date."
"Oh, wow, you really splurged, G." Logan joked, sitting down.
Hannah bashfully interrupted, "This one was my treat."
Logan's eyes widened, before he smiled, "Oh, then, rescinded."
"So, how was y'all's break?" Tucker's questioned, looking between the couple.
But Logan's attention was suddenly pulled away.
He found Sidney across the hall.
She was in her gym clothes, walking through the rows of tables, holding her large bottle of water.
Damn, she looked beautiful.
Following his gaze, Hannah lit up.
"Sid!" Hannah called her off, unaware of the simmering tension.
Sidney slowly strolled over, hands tightening around her water bottle as she finally stood before the group.
"Oh, hey guys," She greeted.
"Sidney," Tucker waved.
"Watkins," Garrett smiled.
Dean nodded in acknowledgement, whilst Logan suddenly averted his gaze.
Hannah asked, "How was your Thanksgiving?"
"Could've been better," she grumbled, attempting to smile.
Tucker teased, "You get anymore merch from your dad?"
Sidney didn't pick up on his teasing, "Oh, should I?"
Tucker flushed, and Dean jumped in, "He's kidding."
"Oh, right sorry."
"You're not gonna join us?" Hannah encouraged, nodding to the seat next to her.
"Umm..." Sidney's expectant gaze drifted over to her boyfriend who wasn't looking at her. "Logan... can you talk now?"
Unlike the medical room, he was much more hesitant and harsh. "I can't right now, I'm eating."
Garrett's brows pulled together, and he kicked Logan under the table, who reacted with a small glare when he looked up from playing with his food.
Sidney’s lips thinned into a line and her head softly bopped.
"Right, well, I guess I'll head to the weight room," she said.
"Have fun." Logan muttered, making her shoulders sink.
"I'll see you guys later."
Sidney subtly rolled her eyes and walked away, not looking back to see Logan wistfully staring after her.
Hannah's lips curled into a frown, "What was that?"
"Dean, wanna say what that was?" Logan tutted, and the blond in question let his fork clatter against his tray.
Dean awkwardly scratched at his forehead, "He um... Logan found out about Sidney and me dating back in sophomore year."
Hannah's eyes shot out of her head when she turned back to her boyfriend, "Wait, what?"
Tucker answered for Garrett, "That’s why I’m the human buffer today."
"And you're mad at her, why?" Hannah faced Logan in confusion.
Logan replied as if it were obvious, "She kept it a secret."
"So did Dean and you're being cordial."
Logan was doing that because he had to.
Not because he wanted to.
Garrett muttered against his cup, "And you left her in her room crying when you found out."
Hannah looked annoyed.
Dean's stare dropped to his food tray, whilst Tucker subtly shook his head.
"Dude," Logan scoffed.
Hannah leaned forward, eyes widening in shock, "You did what?"
"You did." Garrett insisted, holding his best friend's irritated stare, "She should've told you yes, but she didn't keep it from you to hurt you. She was probably trying to avoid this situation entirely. It's messy. You don't do messy."
"I... just don't know what to say." Logan voiced, running a hand over his face, then spared a glance at Dean.
"Instead you and Dean beat the crap out of each other on the ice and play nice on land, whilst your girlfriend is losing her mind."
Tucker sucked his teeth, "Sounds pretty fucked up."
Garrett added, “Besides we all know you can’t function without her.”
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"So no third date?" Trinity asked, when she walked out of her bedroom, ready to go out, to see Sidney curled up on the sofa.
"How can I in this state?" Sidney groaned, looking every bit exhausted. "Plus I feel like I'm gonna pass out. I wanna pass out."
"Go back to sleep okay." Sidney leaned on the back of the sofa, and gently touched her arm, "Did he respond?"
Sidney scoffed, "Nope, I was aired, just like I expected, once he saw the word 'cramps' he was out."
"Men."
"Exactly."
The sudden knock at the door drew their attention as Trinity grabbed her sneakers off the shoe rack.
"Did you order something?" Sidney asked, as she forced herself to get up and stroll over to the door.
"Nope."
When Sidney swung the door open she was stunned to see Dean on the other side.
"Dean? What are you doing here?" She noticed the big paper bag he held with one arm. "And what's all this?"
"You said you had cramps," Dean answered as if it were obvious.
"Bad cramps."
"Bad cramps and I bought these," he said, gesturing to the bag.
She stepped aside, letting him stroll in as the door clicked behind him.
His gaze lingered on her stripped pyjamas and fuzzy slippers.
He grinned, before catching the hard stare of her friend.
"She cancelled the date,” Trinity deadpanned, now comfortably wearing her sneakers.
Realisation dawned on Dean, "You must be Trinity."
"You must be Dean,” She drily said.
"I certainly am." Dean nodded, "So here, I bought this for your best friend." He walked over to the small dining table and set down the bag. "So we can stay in."
Sidney trudged after him, "We?"
"You and me, yes," he said in that obvious tone again.
"Why?" he turned, to look down at her confused face.
"Because Sidney Watkins, you like my company. And I really like yours," he answered, rolling up his sleeves.
"I'm on my period," She stated seriously.
"I'm aware."
"I'll groan in pain, possibly fall asleep and even drool."
"I have painkillers, a sturdy shoulder to sleep on and even a couple of packs of tissues."
He also had an assortment of snacks and winged period pads, that he promptly took out, surprising her.
Trinity who watched it all, sighed, "Let him stay, I need to do some groceries." That made them turn around, but she quickly jabbed her finger in his direction, "Guard her with your life."
Her narrowed stare didn't leave Dean until she left with the door clicking behind her.
Sidney quietly laughed, when Dean turned back to her.
"Well, she's intense," he commented.
"She's my best friend and very protective, like me," Sidney defended, drawing an endearing smile.
"Something to look forward too?"
Sidney giggled.
He loved the sound.
Her hand lightly graced over the products, "You didn't have to go through all this trouble."
"It was no trouble, I do this for my sister."
"Summer?"
"You remembered."
She hummed, "Her competitive edge left an impression. A good one, come on, you can choose what to watch because I won't be paying attention."
When Dean crossed the threshold of her dorm room, he was welcomed by the sounds of Distant Lover by Marvin Gaye. A fluffy rug rested on one side of her double-sized bed, whilst framed pictures of her friends and family were clustered over her dresser and posters were stuck to the wall. Meghan the Stallion and Ari Lennox were some to name a few, whilst the citrus aroma wafted around him.
“Too busy looking at me?" He joked.
“Too busy trying not to die.” She retorted, grateful for the reinforcements. “Painkillers, I just ran out so thank you.”
He watched as she took one, with the glass of water that she kept on her bedside table.
“Don’t have to thank me.” He replied, with a shrug. "Nice room."
The lilac walls and bed spread was cute to him.
But before he even tried to near the bed, she held up her hand.
“Take off your shoes white boy," his gym shoes were still comfortably on.
He mockingly gasped, “I’m not an animal.”
“And because you’re in your outside clothes, so you’re not getting between my sheets.”
Sidney couldn't wait to collapse on her bed, and climb into the sheets, moving her laptop out of the way just before he fell next to her after kicking off his shoes.
“Better?” He asked.
“Better.” She nodded, then set up her laptop between them, with the various snacks he bought on either side.
She watched as he typed a movie... Top Gun.
Sidney was far from impressed, but decided she would endure the action flick, since she had more than enough painkiller stop knock herself out.
But before he could press play, his phone buzzed.
And then again.
And then again, confusing her as she bit into a chocolate bar.
Dean cringed when he caught the names on his phone, then his gaze darted to Sidney who stared expectantly.
She laughed, although it was a bit forced.
“Puck bunnies?” She joked, watching as he turned off his phone and chucked it down the bed.
“Not anymore.”
Sidney laughed again, but amusement wiped off her face when she realised he was serious.
“Wait seriously?" She suddenly glared, "You’re entertaining them but you would’ve been on a date with me if I didn’t cancel.”
“Technically you didn’t cancel," Dean's teasing didn't land well.
“Technically I could kick you out and block you," Sidney's jaw tightened when she put down her food.
“You’re mad?” Dean's smile faltered when her glare didn't fade. “Wait, are we fighting?”
“No." Sidney waved him off, and faced the laptop, "Just play the movie.”
Dean leaned forward, trying to gain her attention, “Sidney, I’m not entertaining them.”
Besides, one was a freshman, and for all his manwhoring, he had a strict rule about not doing freshmen. After one little stalker incident at the start of the year, that lead a freshman to believe after a hookup that they were madly in love, it traumatised him enough that he left the freshman alone, deciding they were level ten clingers.
Sidney merely blinked at him.
“It doesn’t matter if you were, we’re not together. And this isn’t serious right?"
He stiffened, “That feels like a trick question.” When she didn't respond, he added, “Look, girls pop up all the time. If I wasn’t seeing you, I would respond. But I’m not.”
Sidney drawled, “I’m so lucky.”
“And you’re jealous.”
Finally she turned to him.
Amusement washed over his face.
The motherfucker was amused.
“I’m irritated," She snapped, shaking her head at the audacity of this guy.
Dean couldn't help himself, “And you’re hot when you are.”
Sidney's face fell, and she turned back to the laptop. Her hands reached for another snack. She ate, needing to push down whatever she felt, scared that it was too strong, when she prayed it wasn't. It fucking couldn't be.
This was Dean Di Laurentis.
The guy who wasn't a serious person.
The guy who wasn't supposed to be in a relationship.
The guy who wasn't meant for her.
Dean swallowed the knot forming in his throat, and reached for his phone again, drawing her frustrated expression.
“Tell me, if you want them all gone I’ll block every one from my phone and change my number.”
The graveness in his tone, made Sidney recoil.
His eyes flashed with earnestness, and there was no sign of banter or jest on his face.
Still, Sidney couldn't trust it, her wariness pinched at her thick brows and tugged her lips into a frown.
“I’m serious," Dean stated.
“You’re not,” Sidney scoffed.
He argued, “You don’t want me to be.”
Sidney's lips thinned.
Did I want him to be? She didn't want the question to swarm her mind much longer.
“Good time not long time remember." A tight smile contorted her face. She grabbed his phone and tossed it back to where it was, much to his surprise. "I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”
Dean clicked his tongue, eying her sudden change in attitude. The previous anger in her eyes excited him, elating him in ways he didn't know possible.
“I don’t mind that you did.” he shifted closer, flashing her a smile, “Plus you’re in pain so it’s justifiable.”
Silence stretched between them.
Dean made the first move, grabbing the laptop and pressing play.
Boldly, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and her head tucked into the crook of his neck, as she sighed into the embrace.
Sidney found herself eating chocolate, then mindlessly feeding Dean.
From stifling her jealousy to somewhat embracing her untapped feelings in only a matter of minutes.
She couldn't help but think of the puck bunnies.
They swarmed each player, ready to jump when they got the green light.
And she knew Dean had given clusters of them the green light since freshman year.
Gulping, Sidney craned her neck up to ask him, “Would you really do that?”
“What?” Dean eagerly met her gaze.
“Block every girl you used to fuck with on your phone and change your number, for me?”
Sidney felt sick even asking.
But she had to ask.
A warmth spread through his chest, her voice was quiet, almost shy, but revealed more than she'd admit.
“I would.”
Her breath hitched at his admission, then a glimmer grew in her eyes at the truth detailing his profile.
And what a beautiful profile he had.
His lips parted, when her fingers trailed off his chiselled jaw, then held his chin, before angling down his face as she stretched up.
She stretched up to kiss him, resting your hand on his chest.
Sidney’s lips were smooth and plump to perfection, they moulded against his almost carnal.
Her hand caressed his face before sliding behind his neck, the low sound he made her sit up, prompting him to lift her onto his lap, straddling his lap.
Dean gripped her waist, letting out a small groan when she licked over his lips.
"Fuck," he muttered, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and pulling her closer when their tongues tangled together. "Trouble."
A smile prodded her lips when he nipped one, making her tug at his hair.
Dean almost damn near moaned before Sidney pulled away.
Her grin taunted him.
“Blame that kiss on me being in pain." Sidney uttered, "A delirious kiss.”
“Oh, I love delirious kisses.” Dean pecked her a few times, growing more frustrated each time they were apart. “The best kinda kiss.”
His slowly dragging his fingers up and down her back, stroking until they grazed her ass.
"Careful," She playfully warned, "One delirious kiss and you're losing your mind."
"Let me Sid," He breathily chuckled, "Let me lose my mind."
"So no third date?" Trinity asked, when she walked out of her bedroom, ready to go out, to see Sidney curled up on the sofa.
"How can I in this state?" Sidney groaned, looking every bit exhausted. "Plus I feel like I'm gonna pass out. I wanna pass out."
"Go back to sleep okay." Sidney leaned on the back of the sofa, and gently touched her arm, "Did he respond?"
Sidney scoffed, "Nope, I was aired, just like I expected, once he saw the word 'cramps' he was out."
"Men."
"Exactly."
The sudden knock at the door drew their attention as Trinity grabbed her sneakers off the shoe rack.
"Did you order something?" Sidney asked, as she forced herself to get up and stroll over to the door.
"Nope."
When Sidney swung the door open she was stunned to see Dean on the other side.
"Dean? What are you doing here?" She noticed the big paper bag he held with one arm. "And what's all this?"
"You said you had cramps," Dean answered as if it were obvious.
"Bad cramps."
"Bad cramps and I bought these," he said, gesturing to the bag.
She stepped aside, letting him stroll in as the door clicked behind him.
His gaze lingered on her stripped pyjamas and fuzzy slippers.
He grinned, before catching the hard stare of her friend.
"She cancelled the date,” Trinity deadpanned, now comfortably wearing her sneakers.
Realisation dawned on Dean, "You must be Trinity."
"You must be Dean,” She drily said.
"I certainly am." Dean nodded, "So here, I bought this for your best friend." He walked over to the small dining table and set down the bag. "So we can stay in."
Sidney trudged after him, "We?"
"You and me, yes," he said in that obvious tone again.
"Why?" he turned, to look down at her confused face.
"Because Sidney Watkins, you like my company. And I really like yours," he answered, rolling up his sleeves.
"I'm on my period," She stated seriously.
"I'm aware."
"I'll groan in pain, possibly fall asleep and even drool."
"I have painkillers, a sturdy shoulder to sleep on and even a couple of packs of tissues."
He also had an assortment of snacks and winged period pads, that he promptly took out, surprising her.
Trinity who watched it all, sighed, "Let him stay, I need to do some groceries." That made them turn around, but she quickly jabbed her finger in his direction, "Guard her with your life."
Her narrowed stare didn't leave Dean until she left with the door clicking behind her.
Sidney quietly laughed, when Dean turned back to her.
"Well, she's intense," he commented.
"She's my best friend and very protective, like me," Sidney defended, drawing an endearing smile.
"Something to look forward too?"
Sidney giggled.
He loved the sound.
Her hand lightly graced over the products, "You didn't have to go through all this trouble."
"It was no trouble, I do this for my sister."
"Summer?"
"You remembered."
She hummed, "Her competitive edge left an impression. A good one, come on, you can choose what to watch because I won't be paying attention."
When Dean crossed the threshold of her dorm room, he was welcomed by the sounds of Distant Lover by Marvin Gaye. A fluffy rug rested on one side of her double-sized bed, whilst framed pictures of her friends and family were clustered over her dresser and posters were stuck to the wall. Meghan the Stallion and Ari Lennox were some to name a few, whilst the citrus aroma wafted around him.
“Too busy looking at me?" He joked.
“Too busy trying not to die.” She retorted, grateful for the reinforcements. “Painkillers, I just ran out so thank you.”
He watched as she took one, with the glass of water that she kept on her bedside table.
“Don’t have to thank me.” He replied, with a shrug. "Nice room."
The lilac walls and bed spread was cute to him.
But before he even tried to near the bed, she held up her hand.
“Take off your shoes white boy," his gym shoes were still comfortably on.
He mockingly gasped, “I’m not an animal.”
“And because you’re in your outside clothes, so you’re not getting between my sheets.”
Sidney couldn't wait to collapse on her bed, and climb into the sheets, moving her laptop out of the way just before he fell next to her after kicking off his shoes.
“Better?” He asked.
“Better.” She nodded, then set up her laptop between them, with the various snacks he bought on either side.
She watched as he typed a movie... Top Gun.
Sidney was far from impressed, but decided she would endure the action flick, since she had more than enough painkiller stop knock herself out.
But before he could press play, his phone buzzed.
And then again.
And then again, confusing her as she bit into a chocolate bar.
Dean cringed when he caught the names on his phone, then his gaze darted to Sidney who stared expectantly.
She laughed, although it was a bit forced.
“Puck bunnies?” She joked, watching as he turned off his phone and chucked it down the bed.
“Not anymore.”
Sidney laughed again, but amusement wiped off her face when she realised he was serious.
“Wait seriously?" She suddenly glared, "You’re entertaining them but you would’ve been on a date with me if I didn’t cancel.”
“Technically you didn’t cancel," Dean's teasing didn't land well.
“Technically I could kick you out and block you," Sidney's jaw tightened when she put down her food.
“You’re mad?” Dean's smile faltered when her glare didn't fade. “Wait, are we fighting?”
“No." Sidney waved him off, and faced the laptop, "Just play the movie.”
Dean leaned forward, trying to gain her attention, “Sidney, I’m not entertaining them.”
Besides, one was a freshman, and for all his manwhoring, he had a strict rule about not doing freshmen. After one little stalker incident at the start of the year, that lead a freshman to believe after a hookup that they were madly in love, it traumatised him enough that he left the freshman alone, deciding they were level ten clingers.
Sidney merely blinked at him.
“It doesn’t matter if you were, we’re not together. And this isn’t serious right?"
He stiffened, “That feels like a trick question.” When she didn't respond, he added, “Look, girls pop up all the time. If I wasn’t seeing you, I would respond. But I’m not.”
Sidney drawled, “I’m so lucky.”
“And you’re jealous.”
Finally she turned to him.
Amusement washed over his face.
The motherfucker was amused.
“I’m irritated," She snapped, shaking her head at the audacity of this guy.
Dean couldn't help himself, “And you’re hot when you are.”
Sidney's face fell, and she turned back to the laptop. Her hands reached for another snack. She ate, needing to push down whatever she felt, scared that it was too strong, when she prayed it wasn't. It fucking couldn't be.
This was Dean Di Laurentis.
The guy who wasn't a serious person.
The guy who wasn't supposed to be in a relationship.
The guy who wasn't meant for her.
Dean swallowed the knot forming in his throat, and reached for his phone again, drawing her frustrated expression.
“Tell me, if you want them all gone I’ll block every one from my phone and change my number.”
The graveness in his tone, made Sidney recoil.
His eyes flashed with earnestness, and there was no sign of banter or jest on his face.
Still, Sidney couldn't trust it, her wariness pinched at her thick brows and tugged her lips into a frown.
“I’m serious," Dean stated.
“You’re not,” Sidney scoffed.
He argued, “You don’t want me to be.”
Sidney's lips thinned.
Did I want him to be? She didn't want the question to swarm her mind much longer.
“Good time not long time remember." A tight smile contorted her face. She grabbed his phone and tossed it back to where it was, much to his surprise. "I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”
Dean clicked his tongue, eying her sudden change in attitude. The previous anger in her eyes excited him, elating him in ways he didn't know possible.
“I don’t mind that you did.” he shifted closer, flashing her a smile, “Plus you’re in pain so it’s justifiable.”
Silence stretched between them.
Dean made the first move, grabbing the laptop and pressing play.
Boldly, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and her head tucked into the crook of his neck, as she sighed into the embrace.
Sidney found herself eating chocolate, then mindlessly feeding Dean.
From stifling her jealousy to somewhat embracing her untapped feelings in only a matter of minutes.
She couldn't help but think of the puck bunnies.
They swarmed each player, ready to jump when they got the green light.
And she knew Dean had given clusters of them the green light since freshman year.
Gulping, Sidney craned her neck up to ask him, “Would you really do that?”
“What?” Dean eagerly met her gaze.
“Block every girl you used to fuck with on your phone and change your number, for me?”
Sidney felt sick even asking.
But she had to ask.
A warmth spread through his chest, her voice was quiet, almost shy, but revealed more than she'd admit.
“I would.”
Her breath hitched at his admission, then a glimmer grew in her eyes at the truth detailing his profile.
And what a beautiful profile he had.
His lips parted, when her fingers trailed off his chiselled jaw, then held his chin, before angling down his face as she stretched up.
She stretched up to kiss him, resting your hand on his chest.
Sidney’s lips were smooth and plump to perfection, they moulded against his almost carnal.
Her hand caressed his face before sliding behind his neck, the low sound he made her sit up, prompting him to lift her onto his lap, straddling his lap.
Dean gripped her waist, letting out a small groan when she licked over his lips.
"Fuck," he muttered, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and pulling her closer when their tongues tangled together. "Trouble."
A smile prodded her lips when he nipped one, making her tug at his hair.
Dean almost damn near moaned before Sidney pulled away.
Her grin taunted him.
“Blame that kiss on me being in pain." Sidney uttered, "A delirious kiss.”
“Oh, I love delirious kisses.” Dean pecked her a few times, growing more frustrated each time they were apart. “The best kinda kiss.”
His slowly dragging his fingers up and down her back, stroking until they grazed her ass.
"Careful," She playfully warned, "One delirious kiss and you're losing your mind."
"Let me Sid," He breathily chuckled, "Let me lose my mind."
