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She stayed quiet for a while. Maeve didn't really care about how he was going to make it up to her. Their friendship wasn't transactional to her. It just...was. It existed in this sacred little corner of the world where things always felt so easy. When they'd been kids, it didn't matter that he'd been the sun and she'd struggled to look people in the eye. She easily looked him in the eye now. "Tell me why you did it. I mean, seriously, what were you thinking? And don't give me some bullshit about him being your rival. I've heard people say some absolutely heinous things to you on the ice and watched it roll off of you. Did you even think for a second that this could effect your standing on the team? What if he reports you? Why would you do something so stupid?"

And the question that followed made his throat clench. He tried to clear it out and pressed the towel with frozen veggies firmer against his hand that actually hurt. "He won't report me, it happened outside of the rink and he'll rather get it out on me at our next game. I know him and how he thinks."he said, Jack was really and truly a disturbing asshole and he wanted Maeve away from him. "I wasn't thinking, Maeve. All I saw is you getting comfortable with him, a kiss almost happening and then I just... saw red. I wasn't in control. Guess I couldn't stand seeing you kiss another guy - especially him. He's been accused of many disgusting things he did to other girls, but most of it was handled by the club administration because he's a good player and they need him. And I wasn't about to let you become his prey."he huffs and looks down at his hands.

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"Are you okay?" She finally asked. "Is it bad?"

He was finally much calmer, his limbs loose, even though the reminder of the party burned his face. As she handed him the towel with a wrapped bag of frozen broccoli, he thanked her and took it before carefully placing it onto his jaw. "I'm fine. Had worse on the ice rink."he mused, and meant it, things there could get quite ugly with how they launched at each other. Things would get even nastier at the next game with Jack and his shitheads of the team. "I meant what I said - I know I messed it all up, and I want to make it up to you. Since you said I owe you more than just dinner, then give it a thought and name what you want as payment. And I'll deliver."

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Thomas nodded at her response. "Perfect. Do you need a helping hand? Otherwise, you know where to find me, alright?" The least he could do was offer to help prepare their dinner, even though he had two left feet when it came to cooking.

"No, no, I don't need your big, motor oil-stained hands in my kitchen. You go do your thing and i'll let you know when dinner is ready."Allison mused. Making dinner didn't take her that long, she put on some music, and sang a little to the tune, and danced around the marble floor. Before she knew it, everything was done and she set the table from them. Bringing out two cold beers and their files to go through them. Once he joined her at the table, Allison took a bite of her meatballs and a sip of beer before opening up her file. "Can you believe they named me Patricia? It still feels weird to say. Do I even look like Patricia to you?"she murmured with a chuckle. "Okay, so we met when my car broke down in the middle of the street, you helped me out, fixed it, I invited you out for beers to say thank you... and two years later we were married. We've been married for a year now, no kids. I work from home as a virtual assistant..."she let her eyes skim through the information before sighing and leaning back into the chair. "How did you propose?"the brunette asked with an amused smirk as the information was in the files. @dearxeden

"Besides," she began before holding out her hand as a peace offering. "You need to get some ice on that before the swelling starts, or you're gonna have a double chin, and nobody will want to kiss you either. Come on, I have a bag of frozen broccoli with your name on it."

Looking down at her extended hand, he could feel the situation easing up and slowly he let his large one envelop into his. "But if it bruises, it might be sexy, girls dig that."he joked and began walking with her, keeping her hand comfortably in his. "Can I make it up to you? We can order your favorite once we get there."Dario suggested as he glanced at her.

Ivy let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. "That's rich coming from you. Last time we talked, you were taking on every client who so much as looked in your direction." The teasing came easily, familiar in a way that made Ivy's chest ache. At Viola's explanation, Ivy nodded, pretending the answer didn't sting more than it should have. "Yeah, I get it. Life happens." Her gaze lingered on Viola for a moment, taking in all the little ways she had changed. "I was half-expecting to run into you in some random grocery store aisle, honestly. It would've been a lot less intimidating than this." Ivy smiled softly. "And thanks. Paris was good for me, I think. But you've always looked good, so I'm not sure that counts as a fair comparison."

Viola smiled at her and shook her head. "That was forever ago, I don't really do that anymore. I kinda got overwhelmed at one point and that was no good, for both the clients and me."she explained, realizing it's been a long time since two of them talked, which made her feel utterly bad. Ivy's gaze on her felt familiar yet heavy, as if she was looking for something in her body language or the way she looked at the other. "Yeah, well... here we are, so we crossed that line, and you also got to meet John."she pointed out a little awkwardly. "Are you seeing anyone?"the brunette then asked, as if the answer to that would make her feel somewhat better. "Oh please, you're going overboard with your compliments, but thank you. So, what's next on your agenda? Are you back for good?"

"as close as we can be, living on different continents." lyra smiled softly. "they're not great with technology so communication in between visits is few and far between." she made a mental note to teach them how to text the next time she visited. "if i waited for someone special then i'd never end up cooking." she gave a soft laugh. "mostly the occasion comes when i have a rare moment of spontaneity and decide i deserve better than take out and vending machine coffee and spend three hours cooking, only to realise how exhausting it is and then i don't do it again for six months or so." she rested her head on her hand. "that's not to say that i wouldn't cook for someone special. that would probably make the experience a lot more gratifying."

"Are any grandparents, really?"she chuckled. "Technology is so tricky and it evolves all the time, I can't blame the older generations struggling. The key is to have patience with them when explaining. I've been there, done that, so I understand you."Gen said with a smile. She listened to Lyra talk about cooking and it was real talk, it was rewarding because it's home-cooked but it also took time. "There's this interesting cooking class I've been eyeing for a while, where they teach you to make homemade pasta, then you prepare dish with it and of course, eat it. I've been postponing it for so long, but if you want... we could go together. I think you'd enjoy it. And we could get to know each other more."Genevieve then boldly suggested in hopes that, even though she bailed out on Lyra after their one night stand, would want to see her again after this accidental coffee catch up.

But despite what his body wished for him to do, he refused. He wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot. That being said, if he continued to allow her to work his shaft like she was then all the willpower in the world couldn’t prevent a body’s natural reaction to such stimulate. So slowly he pulled his length from her lips and took a few steps back. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, V. Such a good girl, that it’s time for your next reward. Rub your thighs together for me while I get undressed.” He was pretty much undressed by this point, pants had gathered around his ankles amidst all the fun. But he’d need his full range of motions for the next part. So in aid of that he kicked off his shoes and socks, soon pulling away his pants. Now all that adorned him was the mask. He moved to her once more, turning her around and laying her front against the mattress. Hand found the zipper of her dress and pulled it down and soon her dress lay discarded on the floor along with his attire. He pulled her panties down and tossed them aside. Ethan raised a knee against the edge of the bed, his other leg’s foot lay flat against the surface of the floor as he aimed his member for her core. Hand laying flush against her back, holding her in place before sliding his whole length deep inside of her. Holy fuck did she feel tight. Cock thrust back and forth, setting a dominant pace that showed no signs of letting up. Not for even a moment.

But then he carefully pulled away, and Viola let out a breath before sucking in a deep one, and she straightened her back as she looked at him with high-piqued curiosity. For a moment, she thought something was wrong, but his body language, followed by the praise, made her blush and lick her lips really quickly. "Thank you for rewarding me, sir."Viola murmured, assuming what it might be as he got rid of the rest of his clothes. As told, the young brunette rubbed her thighs together, the friction between them untamed as it turned out, tonight she was at her high when it came to any sexual sensation. "You're so handsome..."she caught herself whispering her thoughts out loud and before she knew it, he was in front of her again, flipping her around and making her gasp. Viola was completely at his mercy, and completely exposed as he took off her dress, followed by the panties, leaving her naked and bound on the surface of the bed. Side of her face pressed against the satin sheets, hands curled into fists and breath hitched in the back of her throat as she felt him so close. "Ooh, fuck!"she cried out as he pushed inside of her, he was so damn big and made her curse and moan. Without much wait he settled onto a pace and began thrusting into her hard, her toes curling and knuckles turning white with how hard she fisted her hands. "Fuck, yes, yes, yesss!"Viola cried and moaned, her body pinned down by his hand, keeping her in place. She was so wet and so damn sensitive, her tight pussy enveloping him so tightly and pulsating as he kept on pounding into her. "Please... please, don't stop."

"Mysterious to who babe? I can read you like a book." Ash can't help the delighted laugh that echoes around the tiny shower they're both squeezed into. Micah's even prettier when there's no liquor pooling in his guts. "Yeah couldn't look anywhere else. Like I said -open book Micah." He teases because he can't ever help himself around Micah. Drunk or sober Ash always has something to say. He tips his head up to meet the others mouth in a rough kiss. "Put your arms around me. Damn I gotta tell you to do everythin' always knew you needed to be told what to do." Ash sighs right into Micah's mouth softly. "You want it right here? Beg me."

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Some of her anger subsided when he apologized. Not all though. Maeve's shoulders fell with a sigh. "Yeah, you did." She agreed quietly. She wanted to comfort him. She wanted to tell Dario that it was okay and get him something to ice his hand and face for a few minutes before they went home and spent a quiet night just the two of them. But it wasn't okay. "I don't need you to protect me. I'm not the little kid who used to be in your shadow. Nobody else sees me that way anymore, so why do you?"

He knew he ruined everything and her confirming it felt like another punch to his face. Dario wasn't sure how he was going to make it up to her. When she said she didn't his protection, he let out a deep breath, and he rubbed the back of his neck furiously before speaking. "I'm perfectly aware you're not a little kid anymore, Maeve. I look at you and I see a grown, confident woman. You've changed so much, for the better, and I'm very happy to see that. And I'm sorry that I care about you so much that I just couldn't stand seeing Jack try and kiss you."he admitted, and felt his throat clench; he did care about her, maybe a bit too much, which he just realized, he wouldn't punch a guy just like that, even if he hated their guts. "Look, I'm sorry, I fucked it all up. I'll go cool off somewhere, and you can go back to the party. Jack probably needs someone to kiss it better, think I got his nose pretty good."he scoffed, although the thought of her going back inside to that asshole already made his stomach sink.