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Your eyes flutter open slowly and you lie there, taking in the strange surroundings you’ve awoken to. The first thing that you notice is that you’re not wearing your own clothes and this is followed shortly by the fact that everything -even your hair, hurts.

The door to the bedroom gives a slow creak as it’s pushed open and a man you’ve never seen before, -albeit a handsome one, muscular with buzzed dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, leans in the doorway and watches with arms folded over his chest as you attempt to sit up clumsily.

There’s a bottle of Southern Comfort sitting on a table by the door and it’s got wildflowers sitting inside, you notice. The room you find yourself in reminds you in some ways of a hospital. Or a prison infirmary, though you’re not sure why that last one comes to mind.

“W-who are you?” You wince at the sound of your own voice as you ask the question and you fall silent again, waiting on the man to answer.

“Shane Walsh, darlin. Wouldn’t advise movin around too much.” he nods to the way you’re still fighting to sit up in bed a little better as he moves across the room and sinks down to sit at the bottom of the bed. It hurts a little that you can’t just look at him and remember who he is, but Herschel’s warned him that you may or may not have significant injury to your memories because you’d taken a blow or two to the head at some point in time before Shane got lucky enough to find you.

You repeat his name. “Shane Walsh.” but nothing about it stirs any kind of memory at first.. After a second or two, you feel this tug. Its’ as if you should know him like the back of your hand but the more you try, the more it frustrates you when you can’t seem to for the time being.. You stop trying to force anything to come and you focus on what you do know, which isn’t much at all. This, of course, prompts you to ask your next question. “Where am I? What happened to me?”

Seconds pass and the man says nothing. You’re sitting up a little better and Shane gets up, walking to the top of the bed. Leaning you up slightly as he fluffs the pillows at your back. You can’t help but stare at him with a brow raised as you wonder why he’s helping you and wait on some kind of an explanation as to what happened to you in the first place. 

It almost seems as if he’s not going to answer, you’ve nearly given up on it, but Shane sits down beside you and after a few more seconds of staring at calloused hands, he answers quietly. “Yer safe, that’s all that matters. As far as what happened to ya, best I can tell is you were runnin from Walkers when I found ya. Covered in blood. Looked like ya got beat pretty damn bad too. You collapsed so I carried ya back here.”

The door to the room opens a little wider and a man with graying hair and a kind but tired and wrinkled face wanders in. You notice that he barely seems to look Shane’s way as he asks the question, “How long has she been awake, Walsh?”

“Couple minutes now. Think y’ can make her realize it ain’t a good idea, all the movin she’s doin?”

Rick gazes at Shane for a few seconds. It’s on the tip of his tongue to tell the man to get lost, get away from you but instead, he turns his attention to you and all your assorted injuries instead. Telling Shane to stay away isn’t going to do any good and deep down, Rick has a feeling that maybe Shane having something -or someone else other than only Judith, to focus on might just keep him from going too far down a dark and lonely path.

You are the one that got away, after all. He never got over losing you years ago and since he’s found you again and saved you from whatever dastardly plan Negan had in store for you he hasn’t left your side more than a handful of times.

Rick leaves the room and pulls the door closed behind him. Just like it used to be, the air is thick with tension and it’s enough to make him feel like he’s invading a very private moment between two people all over again. It was always like this between the two of you, he thinks to himself. Carl wanders over and nods to the door. “Did she wake up, Dad?”

“She did.”

“ You left Shane in there with her?” Carl questions the wisdom in his father’s decision. Rick shrugs as he nods. “Shane’s not gonna hurt her, son. Everybody else is questionable, but he’d never hurt her. Might even do him some good, finding her..” Rick goes quiet and he glances at the closed door. He was wary about leaving the room himself but the tension between you two was so damned thick that he couldn’t stay. ... not to mention your own past ties with her and that little green eyed monster that started to creep it’s way in when Shane brought her back a few nights ago... the thought comes but Rick shoves it out. You only ever really loved Shane. Shane was it for you like Lori, at one time, was it for him. ... now all that’s been shot to hell and she’s gone... the thought comes and it has Rick grimacing as the pain washes over him all over again. 

Carl eyes his father warily and glances at the closed door before shrugging it off and making his way out into the ‘yard’ of the prison to tend the garden because it’s his turn to water and weed the vegetables planted.

Your vision clears just a little better and you find yourself looking at the dark haired man again. Swallowing hard when you do because everything about him still seems familiar and yet, you can’t put a finger on it. Memories you should be able to call up easily just aren’t coming.

Just random little bits that you feel aren’t connected, they can’t be.. Men shouting, laughing. A man with a barbed wire bat grabbing you up. The impending sense of doom. And lastly, darkness. None of it explains why you feel like you know the muscular,dark-haired man like the back of your hand. None of what you can recall even seems to even be about him and you’re frustrated with this.

“You seen that man you think had her holed up? The one y’ think might’ve hurt her?” Rick asks quietly when he walks back into the room to check on how things are going. For all he knows, Shane’s the instigator in the incident that occurred between himself and the man with the barb wire wrapped baseball bat. It’s not like it’s a stretch, Shane’s taken a dark turn since this whole thing started. Rick can’t help but feel that whatever happened the night Shane came back to the prison carrying you in his arms might well have been antagonized heavily by whatever course of action Shane chose to take.

“Naw, it’s like him n’ his group up and disappeared. Wish they would come back though. I’d fuckin kill him for whatever it is he’s done or was plannin to do.” Shane seems angry and tense as he says it and when he looks at you, the anger seems to fade out of his eyes just a little. They’re softer as they fix on you and he leans in a little, brushing hair out of your eyes. 

“ We’ll keep an eye out.” Rick answers quietly before leaving the room again. He goes off to find Daryl and check the perimeter around the prison to make sure it’s secured.

 You swallow hard, your eyes dart to thick and calloused fingers for just a second or two.

A name keeps repeating itself in your mind.

Negan.

“Who’s Negan?” you ask before you can stop yourself. Just mentioning the name calls forth more of the same random flashes of memory and thought. This deep seated fear comes right along with it.

Your question seems to have Shane tensing up all over again and he growls quietly. But when he answers you, you know what he says is a lie, or at very least a half-truth, because if he didn’t know something, he wouldn’t have had the reaction. “Some weird guy I ran into on a supply run. Nothin for y’ to worry yer pretty little head over, darlin.”

Shane’s right fist clenches when you ask about Negan because all he can see in his mind is the way Negan had you locked away in some room with all the other women. Kept calling you one of his ‘wives’. Guy said he treated all of the ‘wives’ decent - and insisted that he’d saved your life, and yet, your injuries came from somewhere. Guy also said that you didn’t know your own name and you didn’t talk, either.

“O-oh.” you answer before falling silent. The light overhead catches on something silver around your neck and you gingerly raise a hand, trailing your fingers over a delicate silver chain. You pull it from beneath the oversized khaki colored shirt you’re wearing and you gaze at it for a few seconds, lost in thought as bits come flooding back.

This time, those bits involve the man sitting right beside you.

Shane happens to glance over at you and as soon as he sees the way you’re staring at the locket around your neck, he knows to stay quiet. He knows that something is coming back to you.

He just hopes it’s enough to ease your mind. Make you realize that you’re safe and he’s not a threat -at least not to you, everyone else, they can go straight to hell as far as he’s concerned. He’s only stuck it out this long because of the child he possibly shares with Lori, his - or Rick’s,  infant daughter, Judith. There’s no way in hell he’s taking off and leaving her with this group -and Rick won’t allow him to take Judith and leave the group either because neither man is entirely sure who Judith’s father is and Rick doesn’t trust him as far as he can throw him these days,  despite the fact that at one point in time, he trusted Rick more than anything. Rick was a brother to him. As the thought surfaces, he attempts to shove it out because he knows he’s at fault for this no longer being the case and while he does feel guilt over it, he also knows that deep down, he’s right. They’re not going to survive if they don’t learn how to embrace the fact that dark and desperate times call for dark and desperate measures.

“S-shane?” your breath catches in your throat as you begin to remember exactly how well you know the man sitting right beside you. And deep down, you’re remembering that you’ve always regretted having to leave him behind years ago.

Shane clears his throat, nods but doesn’t say anything. “What’d you remember?” he finally asks after a long pause that feels as if it lasted hours.

“You gave me this locket. We were gonna run away together.. I couldn’t meet you in time.” you answer quietly as your past with Shane starts to piece itself together. You feel safer now, a little more at ease.

You can remember enough about yourself now to know who you are. And you were found by Shane and Shane Walsh would die before he allowed anything to happen to you, so you know you’re safe now.

It’s something you haven’t felt in a really, really long time. The thought creeps in and you take a shaky breath or two as you sit quietly beside him. 

Shane’s the first one to speak up. “ I need to check your bandages, darlin. Make sure they’re still good n’ tight.” he mumbles after a few seconds. He turns slightly so that he’s facing you and he reaches out, thick fingers catch in the hem at the bottom of the khaki shirt you’re wearing.

It has to be one of his, you find yourself thinking, because it smells exactly like the cologne he always wore when you were his girlfriend back then. The scent is comforting as what remains of it fills your nose. The shirt is pulled away from your body and as soon as the bandages are revealed, you grimace.

“The doc said he thinks you got yourself a few bruised ribs.” Shane explains gently as his eyes settle on you. He feels the bandages to make sure they’re still secure around your upper body and for a few seconds, his hands linger on your curvy frame. Then he raises his hand and his fingers catch on the thin and delicate silver chain at your neck as he bites his lip and his eyes settle on you.

 If these were different circumstances, he’d probably still be holding on to the emptiness and the hurt, the bitterness that came with showing up to your favorite spot to go and be alone together and finding out you’re not there. But that was years ago and now, with everything that’s gone to hell in a handbasket, it seems so small and insignificant somehow. His eyes settle on the heart shaped locket.

It took him an entire summer working to save up to get it.

“Shane?”

“Yeah?” he glances up at you when you say his name softly, lost in thought. 

“I didn’t show because my dad, he.. Found out. And he packed me up, shipped me off to live with the grandparents. I wanted to leave with you, I swear I did.” you mumble the words quietly and as they start to trail away and die, you add in a whisper, “I never stopped loving you. I tried so hard, I just.. I couldn’t.”

And after all the years that have passed since that last night he saw you, he’s faced with one simple truth. After you left, he stopped looking. He got more into the here and now as opposed to the long-term. And he starts to realize that everything that went down between himself and Lori was nothing more than two lost people. Two lonely people.

Coming together to make the best out of their own individual bad situations.

“Darlin, I..” Shane starts to say it back but parts of him feel as if he doesn’t have the right to, after all, he’s not the same man. He’s older. He’s turned into someone he doesn’t really recognize anymore.

But at his core, he knows that he still loves you and he always will.

Life is too short. Life also isn’t fair.

But circumstance has brought you back into his and he’d be an idiot if he didn’t take the chance, the thought comes just as he fails a final time at pushing the words he’s dying to say to the back of his mind instead of allowing them to come out. 

“What, Shane? What’s wrong, baby?” you ask the question quietly and it just sort of...breaks… him. He gazes at you for seconds that seem to stretch lazily into hours. And finally, he takes a shaky breath and leans in a little closer. “I ain’t the same guy. But I still love you too, darlin. You’re safe now, okay? I gotcha. I promise.”

It’s not much, but it’s the best he can promise because absolutely no one is promised tomorrow, let alone five seconds from now. It’ll have to be enough. He hopes against hope that it’s enough -that he’s enough, and he takes a few shaky breaths, waiting. Wondering what your reaction to what he’s just told you will be.

You grimace as you try to move yourself closer to him and he shakes his head, moving to squeeze himself into the bed beside you as best as he can given it’s lack of space. An arm slips around your shoulders and you lean your head against his. 

“Everything’s gonna be alright.”

“ Yeah.” you manage to respond as you glance up at him. You know he’s not the same man, there’s just something different, something darker in his eyes that wasn’t there before and despite seeing it, you know one thing beyond all doubt. He still loves you and you still love him and now that you’ve finally found him again, you never want to leave.

“This is me. I,uh..” your words trail off as a loud clap of thunder rolls overhead and momentarily, overpowers your quiet tone of voice. Tim chuckles when you grimace just a little and gives you the gentlest nudge so that you’re standing beneath the alcove over the door to your house and not getting absolutely drenched by rain any more than you already have. 

“You what?” Tim asks as he gazes down at you, waiting. His eyes settle on your lips and currently, he’s torn between placing a hand at the back of your neck and leaning down a little to crash his mouth against your own and just getting on the Ducati and driving himself away before all logical sense abandons him. But he is curious about what you were going to say just now before the thunder cut you off abruptly.

Or maybe it wasn’t the thunder.

You swallow hard and find yourself doing it again, staring up at his lips hungrily. You want to kiss him, you’re dying to but.. Given that tonight is the first time in weeks that you’ve managed to have a meal and gone an entire hour without an argument erupting, you don’t dare try it.

“I had a good time.” you smile as you say it because you had a great time. An amazing time, actually. Riding on the back of his Ducati, snuggled as close to him as you could get, even if the rain did soak you to the bone when it set in and wouldn’t let up.

Tim steps closer. You remember you’re wearing his jacket and you slip out of it, holding it out to him as you gaze up at him. “You’re gonna need this, Tim.” you mumble, your eyes lingering on his mouth. Tim’s staring right back at yours and he swallows hard.

It’s now or never.

His heart is pounding like a runaway train right now, he wonders to himself briefly if you can actually hear it happening. He takes a deep breath and chuckles. Shakes his head and pushes the jacket back towards you. “I’ll get it back tomorrow, it’s not really a big deal.” he says it lazily as he smirks at you.

He’s smirking because hell yes, leaving his jacket with you is a silent marking of his territory. It’s also passively rubbing it right in Wolfe’s face that you chose to ride home from work with him tonight. You turned to him, rather than Ryan like Ryan seemed to be so confident you would in the first place. It had to be the only reason Ryan even suggested both of you stopping to ask if you needed a ride to begin with, Ryan felt like he’d come out on top.

Tim was quite frankly still shocked that things hadn’t shaken out that way. And now you’re standing in front of the door to your house and he knows he should be going but he can’t help but linger.

He wants to kiss you.

He’s staring at you so intently that it prompts you to speak up and ask why as you find yourself unable to refrain from stepping closer to him. You can tell yourself it’s just for warmth because the rain is cold but you know it’s a lie. You’ve been wet for two hours now and you’re used to the cold of the rain when it hits your clothing and skin. You take a shaky breath.

Had you been holding your breath?

The realization has you raising a brow.

You have been holding your breath. And that tension is easing it’s way back in. You find yourself fidgeting, toying with the sleeves of his jacket as they hang over your fingers and hide your hands almost completely. Tim’s gaze lowers and settles on your hands and he chuckles. “Ya know, I never realized just how tiny you are. It’s kinda cute, actually.”

“Oh hahaha fuck you, sir.” you mumble with a soft laugh as you raise a hand and push some wet strands out of your eyes. He chuckles again and steps even closer and when you lock eyes with him there’s just...something...there. You can’t put a finger on it.

Tim leans down slightly, pure instinct leading the way.

Your back meets the front door to your house with a soft and wet smack and you barely have time to gulp. Tim’s body engulfs your own and you raise your arms and let them circle his neck. Your fingers graze the hair at the nape of his neck and he gives the softest groan as your body melts against his entirely. 

Neither of you really says anything for a second or two that seems to stretch out to hours and finally, Tim mumbles quietly, “ I wanna kiss you right now.”

You nearly choke on air but you manage to keep yourself from showing it and you gaze up at him with widened eyes. Did he really just say that?

You have to be dreaming, you think to yourself.

“Why don’t you?” you ask the question in a low voice and you’re holding your breath again before you can stop yourself. He’s not answering. But his arms do wrap around your waist and you’re pulled even closer to his body. The warmth of him and the scent of his cologne fill you and you take a shaky breath, still waiting.

“If I kiss you right now, I don’t know I can stop kissing you.” Tim’s voice is velvet and gravel and sex, filled with desire as he tucks thick digits beneath your jaw and guides your eyes up to meet his. He’s searching your eyes for any sign, even a hint that you don’t want to be kissed. One good reason to let common sense take back over so he can turn and leave.

Instead, he sees the way your pupils are blown, lust nearly blacking out the color of your eyes. He bites his lip and mulls it over. You’re clinging to him and the feel of your smaller body pressed so tight against his is more than enough to send a shiver dancing through him.

“Why don’t I?” he muses to himself. It’s a simple question and yet, oh so complicated. But he wants to kiss you. It’s so bad -the desire to kiss you right now, that with each word he speaks, his mouth is already brushing up against the corner of your own. When you whimper and your fingers dig into his shoulder, he growls quietly and that last remaining thread of self control snaps.

His mouth crashes against your own and his tongue flicks out, parting your lips. Your tongue collides with his and your whimper is swallowed up by the deepening of the kiss. His hands settle across your ass and he rocks you against him a time or two. You moan when you can feel him straining at the front of his jeans and he rocks himself right back into you. Your back is firmer against the door, the ridges that form the accents are digging into your back just a little. He pulls you up his body and you gasp quietly as the kiss breaks, only to start all over again not even a few seconds later.

It’s barely enough time for either of you to catch your breath in full. One hand remains on your ass and the other tangles in your hair, pulling at it as he pulls your mouth into his own even deeper.

When the kiss breaks this time, he stares at you and snickers quietly at the puzzled and wide-eyed stare he’s getting from you. “What’s up, doll?” he asks lazily.

“I.. Not that I didn’t enjoy every second of that but.. Why?” you ask, going quiet. Brain still desperately trying to process that whole moment. “I thought I annoyed you, to be honest.”

“You frustrate me. It’s like..” Tim goes quiet for a second. “Until tonight, I thought I wanted something I couldn’t have. I thought you were into Ryan, not me.”

“Ryan? Why? Oh god, no.” you mutter, laughing a little as you rest your head against the space between Tim’s neck and shoulder before glancing up at him all over again. “I’m into you. It’s kind of why I like to argue with you so much. It gets me attention, okay?”

Tim snickers at your answer. “Oh, you have my attention, doll. Trust me on that.”

You shiver as the wind picks up a little and the thunder rolls noisily overhead. This prompts Tim to gaze at you and pout a little because he’s now realizing that he has to leave and go all the way back to his place.

“You look jealous.”

The words have you glancing up from your phone with your brow raised as you point to yourself and give Rhea Ripley a blank look. 

“Who,me? Nah.” you cringe as you say it, but deep down you can’t help but think that Rhea’s absolutely right.

You are jealous. You want what you know you can’t have. As far as you’re concerned, Pete Dunne only wanted one thing and after you gave it to him a few times, you saw no further use in hoping for or working towards anything more serious or lasting with him. So you cover up the sting of it with snide comments or pretend annoyance whenever you have to be near the guy because it’s so much easier.

But watching him all over this latest little fling of his really makes your stomach turn because lately it’s getting so much harder to deny that you really, really, really wish that were you. You want so much more. Probably way more than Pete’s willing to fully give, truth be told. You’re not stupid. There were rules set and when you started to feel as if you were going down the slippery slope to break those rules, you did the best thing for yourself and exited the situation.

Rhea sinks down to sit on the tiled floor beside you and you glance over at her, a brow raised as you ask the question, “Is there something on your mind?”

“You realize he only does all of this whenever he knows you’re in the room.” Rhea nods to where Pete stands across the hallway, with his new toy draped all over his body. You barely glance over because you can’t. You can’t stand to see her all over him.

And you hate knowing this more than anything. Because lately, it’s harder for you not to act on the way you feel.

“I mean, he makes it quite bloody obvious.” Rhea continues and you sigh. Placing your cell phone face down on your lap because the last thing you want is for her to glance down and see that yes, you were stalking his Instagram account.

For the third time today.

“Rhea, whatever happened between us was a one night thing.” you start to point it out gently. Rhea nods in agreement. She’s well aware of this. But what she’s trying to make you understand is that if Pete Dunne had his way about it? 

You’d belong to him and him alone.

“Only because you were gone before th’ guy was even awake.” Rhea points out, again, she’s absolutely right. Because the last night you spent with him was when it became crystal clear. If you didn’t leave the way you did and try to go cold and distant, you would’ve wound up hurt in the end. The last thing you want is to hurt again like every other time you’ve fallen too fast and felt too much.

You shrug, sighing again. Your hand raises and you rest a finger against your lip, biting at your nail. You’re watching him again. With her, his new toy. You’re trying not to think about how wrong it feels. You’re trying to ignore the strong pull you’ve felt to the surly British male since your arrival at NXT as part of the on-air crew. The pull that led you to start sleeping with him and believe stupidly that you could be happy with only that from him.

From above, Samoa Joe clears his throat and nods in Pete’s direction before gazing down at you. “You’re up in five seconds, kid.”

The warning to get in place and ready to interview Pete for the segment he’s about to do prompts you to dig around in your pocket and slick on the true red lipstick you always wear on air. You touch up your lipstick and you take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the interview you’re about to do.

Pete’s new girl pries herself off of him and slinks away, giggling. Once she’s out of sight, Rhea stands and pulls you up off the hallway floor and laughs about it, smirking at you with a teasing look in her eyes. “Yer up, tiny.”

“Mhm.” you manage to mumble as you lock eyes with Pete and start to make your way over to where he stands silently. You stop in front of him and you’re about to switch on your mic to hold it up to him, but before you can, he asks a question.

“ Of all th’ arseholes back here, it has t’ be Strong?”

He’s talking about your date with Roderick the night before. You shrug off the question. It’s not as if he has any right -or claim to you, so it’s not his business. You’re more than tempted to tell him so but you’re not in a position to do so at the moment, so you remain quiet and choose not to answer. Or say anything at all for a few seconds.

Your lack of an answer has him scowling, a frustrated expression on his face as his brows knit together. And maybe the only reason he can’t get you out of his head has everything to do with the fact that you’re the first girl to ever be gone before he wakes up after a night together and for some reason, that bothered him. Maybe it’s something much deeper. But seeing you out at the club with Roderick the night before, in couple costumes at that, it was enough to leave him seething. It was too much for him to take, truth be told.

“Y’ goin t’ answer me, kitten?” Pete questions with a scowl as he gazes at you expectantly.

Your knees feel just a little weaker when he asks the question because he calls you kitten and it stirs up everything you’ve been trying to shove down and forget about for weeks. 

“We have an interview to do, if it’s all the same I’d like to get down to it?” you finally manage to mumble.

You can’t even look him in the eye when you say it and this really irritates him. He pushes down the irritation he’s feeling because by now, Rhea -your mutual friend, has explained exactly why you did what you did after spending that last night with him.

“Fine.” Pete grumbles.

You switch on the mic and hold it out to him after you’ve asked him what his plans are for the upcoming pay-per-view about to take place. He rattles off the words he’s been told to say. 

You’re about to walk away but he reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you back. Your eyes dart around and you swallow hard. He smirks down at you and after a few seconds, he chuckles quietly. “Y’ know y’ love me. Sooner y’ admit it, th’ better off we both are.”

Roderick’s throat clears from nearby and you swallow hard, glancing from man to man. Pete’s not wrong, but you’re trying so hard to move on. Forget about your thing with Pete and go for a more down-to-Earth choice. A man who actually wants you beyond a brief and fleeting series of sexual encounters here and there as you and Pete have been doing off and on for over a year now.

Roderick wants you. He actually likes spending time with you and he’s not afraid to show it.

Roderick’s eyes settle on the way Pete’s hand circles your wrist and you bite your lip. Under a hypnotic brown eyed gaze you pull your wrist free and for a few seconds when you do look up and at Pete instead you find yourself unable to stop staring at Pete Dunne as you wonder whether you’re really doing the right thing…

… until he proves me wrong, this is the way it has to be… the thought crosses your mind and it prompts you to step away and start to slink over to Roderick. You haven’t glanced back at Pete but if you were to, you’d find him fuming. Glaring at Roderick’s retreating back as Roderick slips an arm around your waist, the jealousy plain to see on his face.

He’s fuming when the new girl wanders up to him and she frowns a little, gazing up at him in confusion when she leans against him like usual and instead of welcoming it, he’s stiff against her body and even takes a step away.

“Pete?”

“Leave me alone.” he grumbles.

She pouts up at him and the pout only results in a distant look and her stomach starts to churn. She can sense the shift in the dynamic and she turns to walk away slowly, stopping to look back at him. “You’re an asshole, Pete Dunne.”

All Pete can do is shrug off the words, letting them roll off his back. She’s not wrong and he knows this. But he knows that there’s a part of him that’s so caught up in you that pretending otherwise is pointless. And until he figures out whether it’s the way you manage to draw him in like a magnet while keeping him at arms length or something more, he’s fully prepared to go it all alone.

It’s better this way.

Because for all his faults, it’s not like he intentionally sets out to hurt any of the women he’s managed to in his past. And for the most part, he does try to go above and beyond to avoid doing so.

You’re staring out the window in Catering. Roderick is talking to some of the guys about a spot they want to do in the show and you’re barely listening to a damn thing. The vacant seat on the left of you scrapes against the floor noisily as it’s pulled away, making you break your stare down with the window.

You raise a brow.

“What do you want, Pete?”

The sudden appearance of Pete Dunne has Roderick stopping the conversation he was in, wandering back over to your table. Sitting down right next to you as he slips an arm around your shoulders and he smirks at Pete for a second or two, thoughtfully.

“You look jealous, Dunne.”

“Maybe it has somethin t’ do with the fact that y’ have somethin that belongs to me, Strong.” Pete’s tone is calm, even. He doesn’t seem angry or particularly worked up about it, he states it as simply as fact. It’s as if he’s just told Roderick Strong the time of day.

Roderick chuckles. “Yours, hm? If this is about the belt..”

“This has nothin t’ do with that belt. But if I wanted it, I’d take it too.” Pete smirks as he says it and briefly, his eyes settle on you. Lingering just long enough to make you swallow hard as he stands and pushes the chair back beneath the table.

He winks at you. You’re pouting a little when he smirks and proceeds to tell you that he’ll talk to you later before walking away, leaving you to sort out what he means and deal with the fact that you’re dripping and your thighs are so clenched that they’re starting to ache.

Roderick gazes down at you and you gaze up at him. 

“What was that about?”

“You’re asking the wrong person.” you answer with a shrug, even though you’re starting to realize exactly what he’s just done and why he’s done it and suddenly, you’re starting to realize that forgetting Pete Dunne and putting your string of one night stands shared with the man behind you are..

Well, the task just went from challenging to mission impossible.

He clears his throat and you swallow hard, glaring at him in frustration as you find yourself a little irritated. More than a little annoyed because you’d been caught staring yet again. And daydreaming about how it would feel if Tim Speedle were buried inside of you like he was in the dream you had last night and didn’t want to wake up from.

The dream that made you late for work and lingered for nearly all of the workday, making it mission impossible to focus on even the simplest tasks for the most part.

“I asked you if you’re going to ride home with me or Wolfe. Your car’s not goin’ anywhere tonight.. Not with that blown tire and this rain.” Tim nods to the flat tire on the back of your car and glances at you firmly, his arms fold over his chest as he waits on an answer.

All you can think of right now is the way his hands felt all over you in your own private fantasies. How you’d give anything to know if your fantasy is even close to reality. And the sinking feeling that you’ll never know because all outward appearances seem to indicate that Tim Speedle doesn’t really like you all that much.

You bite your lip and you glance from Ryan Wolfe to Tim Speedle.

“Uh..” you’re faltering, it’s almost as if your brain is buffering and just the thought makes you frustrated at yourself all over again. This wouldn’t be a hard question, you find yourself thinking, if I didn’t have such a massive crush on you, Tim, and you didn’t seem annoyed by the mere presence of me.

“It’s not a hard question, doll.” Tim is teasing. There’s this look in his eyes as they settle on you and you swallow hard. You’re a little more than half tempted to say you’ll ride with Ryan just to get a rise out of him but you find yourself glancing around helplessly for Calleigh or Natalia instead.

Neither woman in sight.

Ryan’s flashing you that charmers grin. “C’mon. You live closer to my place anyway. And you know Tim is only going to be a grouch the entire time.”

But there’s something about that charmers grin that just.. It doesn’t quite sit right with you. You know Ryan’s a nice guy. He’s a good guy. Women fall all over themselves to talk to him pretty much 25/8. And lately, he’s been pouring on the charm nonstop.

This in turn, only seems to make Tim grouchier. Harder to be around.

“Plus, if you ride with Tim, you’re just going to get soaked. He drives a motorcycle.”

Tim’s just quietly staring at you the entire time and you find yourself staring right back, lost in his eyes. 

Finally, the buffering process your brain seems to have been undergoing is finished and you  manage to speak up and actually answer the question. 

“I think I’ll ride with Tim, actually. Thank you though, Ryan.” you smile at him and step forward, giving him a sweet little hug. A hug that Ryan allows to linger just a little longer than normal and he squeezes you against him just a little more than he would one of the other women you both work with in the lab. He gazes down at you and chuckles quietly. “You’re sure?”

You smile and give a gentle nod. “Yeah. It’ll be fine.”

Ryan lingers, probably to make absolutely sure you don’t change your mind because everybody on the team knows that you and Tim do one thing better than anything and that is to argue.

Nonstop.

Passionately.

About damn near everything.

“Don’t scare her, Tim. Don’t be an asshole, either.” Ryan’s studying Tim. Tim is staring right back and you notice that he seems to be smirking a little at Ryan. Almost as if both of them are having a silent conversation. One that you’re not party to, nor do you understand at all.

To be fair, they’ve worked in the same lab for years now.

It’s probably as natural as breathing. You’re just the new assistant Horatio hired to work in the lab and help out. A glorified trainee, if one were to be completely honest. And you’re only just starting to really feel like part of the team where most of the rest of it’s members are concerned. It’s Tim that seems to be holding out the hardest.

“Now what makes you think I’m gonna do something like that, Wolfe?” Tim mutters the question in amusement. And he lets out a ragged breath because he’d been telling himself since Ryan proposed this stupid experiment in the first place that there was no way you were even a little interested in him to begin with. Ryan, however, seemed to be torn between overconfident that he’d be the one you chose to ride home with and cranky because there was just the smallest chance he was wrong and you did actually have feelings for Tim, despite the flirting he’s been doing with you for weeks. Flirting that on occasion, he feels like maybe you’re responding to and returning in kind.

Ryan leaves and this leaves you and Tim standing there together. The rain starts to really pour and you shiver as your clothing starts to soak through. It’s to your surprise that Tim takes off the oversized leather jacket he’s wearing and drapes it around your shoulders. Strong hands linger at your arms a little and he’s just staring at you for a few seconds.

You stick out your tongue, mostly to keep things light and keep that tension that’s starting to creep in -the one you can’t put a name to, out and at bay.

“Should probably get going before it starts to get worse out. We’ll call a tow truck or something for your car in the morning, okay?” he mumbles the words all while continuing to stare at you. Usually, when he takes control of a situation like this, it leads to an argument between the two of you because you’re both stubborn as hell, but tonight is different. Tonight there’s this underlying and unspoken depth to it.

“Yeah.” you finally manage to stop staring at his lips long enough to form an answer. You’re exhausted. You realize that you probably could have gotten someone to put on your donut tire and driven yourself home, but today was exhausting and all you want to do is get home to your cat and curl up with the erotic novel you started the night before. In dry clothes.

Your stomach growls and you remember you haven’t eaten since breakfast that morning and your breakfast was a power bar since you overslept. Tim’s head cocks slightly and he gazes down at you in thought. Then he chuckles quietly. “Have you eaten anything at all today? I don’t think I’ve seen you leave your desk a single time.”

“I had a power bar?” It comes out in the form of a question and you give a sheepish little laugh that has Tim biting his lip as he continues to stare. A hand raises and he steps just a little closer. Brushing damp strands out of your eyes. “I know this amazing place… I mean, if you want to stop and you’re not in a hurry to get home..”

You’re getting the strong feeling that he’s hinting at something. Or digging for information. But you’re not entirely sure, either. You lick your lips and smile. “I could eat.” you answer quietly.

“Awesome.” he chuckles. He gives you an actual smile, not the formal one he usually gives you. Not the know it all smirk, either. This one is.. Different. It’s softer. He nods to his Ducati and mutters quietly, “You’re going to want to hold on real tight.”

It’s a little after 9 am and the door to your hotel room is being beaten down. You can hear Kenny yelling your name from the other side and he’s angry. It’s no surprise, but the anger in his voice is enough to send you curling yourself into Maxwell’s body as you tense up all over.

Maxwell’s eyes flutter open and as soon as he realizes what’s going on and who is standing out in the hallway beating down the door, he growls to himself and pulls himself to an upright sitting position in the bed. He leans down and crashes his lips against yours. “If you want him gone, princess…” he’s searching your eyes, torn between fear and vulnerability because he’s half afraid you’ll relent and go crawling back to a guy who doesn’t deserve you at all and the other half being anger and annoyance at the fact that Kenny’s even at your door at 9 am in the first place. What part of anything you said the night before did he miss?

You gaze at the door and then up at Maxwell as Kenny starts to bang on it harder, causing it to rattle in the frame. “I know you’re in there and I know that fucking jerk is in there with you. You couldn’t even wait one night? You couldn’t even have the decency to properly end things with me before you hop on that asshole’s dick?”

By now, Maxwell has heard more than enough and with an angry gleam in his eyes, he slips out of the bed and over to the door, throwing it open. Leaning in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest as he sneers at Kenny.

“Are you almost done making an idiot out of yourself out here? Ya know, I didn’t think you could get any more pathetic… dramatic… and here you go, proving me all wrong. She said she’s done. More than once. Now I don’t know what part of anything she said last night you managed to miss but I’m going to give you to the count of 3…” Maxwell’s voice is almost deathly calm.

Commanding. He’s standing taller so that he’s eye to eye with Kenny, who is standing in the hallway all squared up and flanked by Matt and Nick Jackson. The realization that Kenny’s brought along his minions is enough to give you pause.

You slip out of the bed and wrap the sheet around your body, wandering over to the doorway to press against Maxwell from behind. Your chin settles on his shoulder and you glance at Kenny from behind the safety of Maxwell’s body.

“He’s not lying, Kenny. I told you I was done with the rollercoaster of being your girlfriend last night. Twice, actually.”

“You didn’t mean it, though! You never mean it. C’mon, sweetheart. Get your clothes and we’ll go get breakfast. We’ll talk about this. I’m even willing to forgive and forget the fact that you fucked this loser.” Kenny’s gaze settles on Maxwell and he smirks a moment before gazing back at you. “This can’t be over, sweetheart. I really do love you, ya know?”

“No, Kenneth, you love the idea of me. You love the version of me that you choose to see. I can’t be myself with you, not without making you angry or disappointing you. Just leave, okay?” your voice shakes and cracks a little as you mumble quietly, “Please leave.”

Kenny opens his mouth to insist that you’re wrong but Maxwell steps up and stands even taller, giving Kenny a not so friendly little shove. “What you’re going to do is turn around and walk down the hall. You’re going to get on that elevator and so help me God, Kenny, you’re going to leave her the fuck alone, unless..”

“What are you going to do to make me, hm? You know how this is gonna go, right? She’ll get bored and come crawling back, she always does. She’s a little slut like that.”

Maxwell’s entire body tenses up and before you can grab his arm to pull him back, he’s punched Kenny in the nose hard enough to send blood spraying out on impact. Then he shoves him out of the doorway with enough force to make him stumble backwards. “You’re not to look at her anymore. Don’t speak to her, don’t talk about her. I don’t even want you thinking about her, are we clear?”

“You’re gonna get tired of her too. I was starting to myself.” Kenny glances your way and you cringe at his words as they settle over you. You bite your lip and fight back the tears because if you’ve just learned anything it’s how little you mattered to Kenny in the first place.

Suddenly, all the time spent with him just feels like time you wasted. And you’re bitter and angry.

“Hey, Kenny?” you call out to him as he and the Bucks are walking away. He stops to look back. 

“You’re a shallow, spineless waste of oxygen. Maxwell is twice the man you are. I wish I never bothered wasting my time on you. Oh yeah, you’re also a lousy lay.”

Kenny swears and growls in anger, but Nick is pulling him towards the elevator. As soon as the three of them are on the elevator and heading out of your sight you melt against Maxwell and let out a few ragged breaths. Maxwell’s fingers tuck beneath your chin and he’s got you looking up at him again. His forehead presses against yours softly.

“None of what he says matters, princess. I think you’re pretty fucking great.” his voice is thick with desire and his lips bump against yours as he steps into you and picks you up, stepping back into the room with you. He sinks down to sit on the bed and you curl up in his lap as your mouths connect, slow and lazy. 

He’s smirking as the kiss breaks and you’re both struggling to breathe while staring at each other. “I’m better in bed.”

You give a soft giggle and nod as you sit up straighter in his lap, your legs circling his waist. The sheet is slipping but neither of you really seem to notice or care. “You’re better than him in every way.”

His smirk grows and his eyes dance. Your back settles against the mattress and he’s tugging the sheet away from your body, growling to himself as he licks his lips and gazes down at you hungrily. “I’m starving.”

“Oh you are, huh?” you’re teasing him. You bite your lip as you lock eyes with him and you’re blown away by the way lust has blacked out the brown of his eyes and he’s looking down at you the way he is.

“Mhm. I could eat you up, princess.” Maxwell mumbles as his mouth connects with yours briefly, lingering only long enough to make you pout and whine, begging for a real kiss. Then his tongue rolls over your lips. Down your chin. Down your throat, his lips latch on briefly. Long enough to mark you all over again because the marks he’s given you last night aren’t enough, oh no.

He wants the world to know who you belong to now.

Wardlow presses against you from behind and his hands settle on your hips. “That costume would look so much better on the floor, babe.” he mumbles quietly, the warmth of his breath tickling the shell of your ear and the smoldering gaze that settles on your reflection in the mirror making you whimper quietly when you look up from applying your favorite lipstick and lock eyes with him.

His hands move up and down your body and he bucks himself into you from behind. One hand raises and brushes your hair away from the side of your neck. His lips latch on, dancing over your pulse. “I’m half tempted to keep you here. All to myself.” he mumbles quietly as his hand settles over the zipper at the back of your costume and he locks eyes with you in the mirror all over again, licking his lips. 

The lipstick tube in your hand falls to the marble counter quietly and you turn to face him, your body molding against his own as you pout up at him. Your fingers walk up and down his chest and you swallow hard as you suggest quietly, “It’s not as if we absolutely have to go to this party tonight. Nobody’s going to care if we miss it. And staying here with you seems more fun.” while raising your leg to his hip. His hand lowers to your thigh and he gives it a good squeeze as your back pushes against cold marble as his forehead presses against yours and he stares deep into your eyes for a few seconds without speaking.

“But you’re wearing this costume. And you got all made up, babe.” he smirks against your mouth as his lips brush yours because he’s playing devils advocate and he’s fully aware of this. Honestly, he’d rather eat glass than go out to this party, but you’re the one who seemed to want to go. Wardlow had… so many other things he’d rather do tonight.

All of them involving you.

You pick up on what he’s up to and you cozy yourself up to him, gazing up. Your hand raises to the front of the gray button up and you toy with the buttons that form a line down the front of it. You’re toying with the notion that all it’ll take is a tug and the shirt will be out of the way as you lock eyes with him again and gulp. You can feel every single inch through the thin material of the pants he’s wearing and you can’t resist it, you rock yourself against him a time or two as you pout a little. “I know what you’re doing, Wardlow.”

“Oh? You do, huh?” he questions, his tone distracted as he rocks himself right back against you and growls quietly.

“Mhm.” you exhale sharply as his mouth dances down your neck, lips locking against skin here or there as he leaves marks behind. He’s smirking in satisfaction because he knows he’s getting you all hot and bothered. Wound up.

You whimper as his hand disappears between your bodies and settles palm down against your cunt, squeezing. You rock against his hand and your breath catches in your throat, coming out shakily as your eyes flutter open and shut. He presses himself into you harder, your back presses against cold marble even more, the marble digging into your back. You raise your hands and tug the fronts of his shirt, tearing it open. His body engulfs your own and his hand starts to work your cunt faster as he applies more pressure. You moan and your head falls back, the second this happens, his mouth settles against exposed skin and his teeth scrape and tug at it. You raise one hand and your fingers dig into thick and broad shoulders as you rock yourself against his palm rubbing your sex in a desperate bid for more friction.

“Not fair.” you gasp out.

“Hm?” Wardlow’s voice is low and husky, dripping in silk as he gives you his best innocent look. He glances at the mirror behind you both and his cock gets even harder at the thought of pressing you against it with his hand at your throat as he takes you from behind and watches you take his cock in the reflection of the mirror. “What’s not fair, babe.. Is the fact that I have to look at you dressed like this all damn night.” he mumbles against your skin. “You know how hard it’s going to be to keep my hands to myself? Do you?”

You whimper in need because he’s stopped rubbing your cunt and he couldn’t have picked a worse time to do so because the crotch of your black velvet bodysuit is soaked and your cunt is throbbing -almost to a point where it’s beating exactly as fast and as hard as your heart, and all you want is Wardlow’s cock buried inside you. Preferably as soon as possible. 

You promised your friends that you’d actually show up for their little costume party. But you’d really rather stay home. In bed. With Wardlow. And it’s obvious he feels the same way. You give a soft laugh and your mouth crashes against his as you slip your hand down the front of his pants, wrapping it around his cock. As your hand starts to pump, he starts to thrust himself against the movement of your hands and with a growl, his fingers dip beneath the fabric covering your crotch and trail over your slit as he gazes at you hungrily. His eyes settle on the reflection of the two of you in the mirror all over again and he smirks thoughtfully. 

“Do you want me to fuck you in front of the mirror, baby?” the question is mumbled against your neck as he leaves another string of love bites and his fingers bury inside of you, working you open. “C’mon. Answer me.”

There’s something about the commanding tone in his voice that never fails to turn you on. You’re rocking yourself against the way his fingers pump in and out, working you and stretching you, the wet slosh with every single pump making you hornier and hornier. You bite your lip and your head falls back as your stomach starts to coil tighter and you can feel yourself marching straight for an orgasm.

Wardlow can feel the way your body is tensing up and he knows you’re close. His fingers slow to a near stop and your whine has him smirking. He nips at the top of your breast and chuckles quietly, the sound is low and deep, “Ah ah. You still haven’t answered me, babe.”

“Yes, please?” you’re begging for it, you’d do whatever it takes to get the friction going again. You start to pump his cock in your hand harder, squeezing it a little more. He growls quietly against the shell of your ear, “Face the mirror.” as he pulls you off the counter, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, letting them pool at his ankles. You do as he demands, your tits pressing against the glass. He presses against you from behind and tugs down the strapless bodysuit, smirking in satisfaction as soon as he’s done it. The bodysuit settles at your ankles and he mumbles calmly against your ear, “Shame we’re in a hurry.” as he lines his cock up with your entrance and thrusts himself against you, teasing it between your folds. Making you cry out as you brace yourself against the wall a little better.

You’re really starting to regret the fact that you promised your friends you’d go out tonight. Because all you can think about is the way he usually spends hours with his head buried between your thighs.

But then his cock pushes into your dripping core, splitting you in two and you moan out, rocking yourself back against him. One of his hands grips your hips to keep you still and his other hand settles across the base of your throat and squeezes lightly. You whimper and moan, begging him for movement. Any kind of friction because you’re aching. Wardlow stays still and gazes at your reflections in the mirror as he mutters lazily against your ear, “Look at you, babe. Begging for it. Do you like watching yourself take my cock?”

“Yes. Fuck.” you whimper out the words as he starts to fuck into you slow and deep from behind, mumbling in a softer tone, “Tell me if I’m squeezing too hard.” which prompts you to giggle and admit that you like him choking you. “Harder, baby… Please?” you manage to gasp out the words. 

Wardlow obliges and you brace yourself as his cock pushes in completely, buried to the hilt. Striking against your cervix as he uses his grip on your hip to pump you up and down to meet his thrusts. His eyes settle on the reflection of the two of you in the mirror and watching the way you take his cock has him fucking into you with abandon, squeezing your throat just a little tighter and you can feel your orgasm building to a fever pitch as a result, threatening to shatter you. You arch yourself against him and moan as your head falls back, eyes fluttering open and shut. 

“Feel good, babe?” he questions, nipping at the side of your neck. You’re covered in his marks and he knows that every single time he looks at your neck tonight, he’s going to get hard all over again at the thought of taking you like this. Normally, he’s much gentler. He takes his time.

Tonight is new and it’s exciting and he can tell by the way your juices coat his cock with each deep drive and the moans and whimpers and the way you’re practically melted against him right now that you like this side of him.

“So good. Ah, oh.. Right there.” you moan out as you try to meet his thrusts clumsily, “Harder.” you’re begging for it and Wardlow happily obliges, chuckling against the shell of your ear, “All I’m gonna be able to think about tonight while we’re at the party is the way you took my cock in front of the mirror.” in a wicked and teasing tone. “Gonna fill you up, babe.” he groans out as your walls clench tight around his cock and he can feel himself starting to throb, closer to the edge. 

“Please, baby. Now.” you whimper, begging for it. Your own orgasm shatters through and you clench tighter around his cock as he bottoms out inside of you, smashing against your cervix, leaving you weak on your legs and clinging to him as best as you can. His grip on your throat tightens just slightly as his cock throbs and empties inside of you and he overfills you, the end result is a euphoric and almost lightheaded sensation as your own orgasm starts to ebb and you cling to him as he fucks you down from the high of it.

He’s kissing you gently and he chuckles against your ear, “You look so fucking hot tonight I couldn’t resist. I’ll take my time with you when we get back here tonight.”

“Everything okay?”

Ruby’s concerned question has you shrugging. You rub at your lower back and grimace because it’s tender and barely touching it seems to hurt. Ruby repeats her question and you suck pop a bubble with the gum your chewing before finally answering, “The bed in my hotel room was lumpy. I slept like shit last night, there was a spring poking through? I think when I finally did manage to fall asleep, it must’ve been pressing right into my back.”

Ruby’s eyes settled on your discarded stilettos and she shook her head, nodding to them. “Pretty sure those death shoes you’ve got yourself there don’t help matters any.”

You pout at her a little as you slip your feet into the shoes in question, grimacing almost instantly at the way they pinch your toes really close together as soon as you’ve got them on. “They make my legs and ass look amazing though. Besides, it’s not every day you find red bottoms a person like me, of average wealth, can actually afford.”

“And they’re red. Your signature color.” Ruby’s teasing you -product of a decade long friendship, and you give a soft laugh. “Red is my signature color.” you quote the line from your favorite movie and turn your attention to the makeup sitting out in front of your best friend, nodding to it. “Any particular direction you wanna go tonight, Ruby Soho?”

“I dunno.. I’m feeling like a dark lip.”

“Ooooh, say no more.. New Unicorn Gang mattes just dropped and I may or may not have gotten you a color.” you’re digging around until you find the deep black-red shade and you hold it out to her.

“Are these the ones that taste like sour candy and Red Bull?”

“Fuck yeah. And they don’t come off for hours. I’m wearing their red shade right now.”

“For your hot date later, right?” Ruby laughs and you sigh and shake your head. “Tinder guy cancelled.”

Ruby’s face falls and she looks at you for a few seconds. “After talking to you for 3 weeks?”

“Yeah. Apparently, he didn’t like my new full body profile photo?” you cringe a little as you continue, “Anyway, it’s not a big deal. Guy was probably a catfish.”

“I’m sorry. Hey, if you want me to stay at the hotel with you later…”

“No! No, Ruby, I am absolutely not going to stop you from finally getting to spend a little alone time with your guy! He finally managed to get a weekend off to fly in and spend it with you, I am not third-wheeling that.” you insist.

Ruby gazes at you for a few seconds as if she’s uncertain.

“Ruby, I swear to God.”

“Okay, alright. I’m telling you though, Jake loves you like a sister, alright? You wouldn’t be third-wheeling.”

“Ruby, no. Go have your sexy time.”

“Hey, don’t let this jerk ghosting you get to you, alright?” Ruby places a hand on your shoulder and you bite your lip, gazing at her as you shrug. “If you mean don’t just take myself right back off the market, don’t worry. I am going to delete Tinder though, because between getting ghosted every time I turn around and thirsty fuckboys sending me dick pics, I’m done.”

“Get the physical therapist to look at your back too, girl.” Ruby scolds gently. Your brow raises and you shrug. “Why? It’ll go away, I probably just slept wrong. Not all of us are Superwoman like you, ya know? Some of us can’t even sneeze without injury.”

“You’re not that bad.”

“Excuse me? Which one of us tripped over air and fell into Jungle Boy’s lap on the flight? Because if I recall,” you pause and pick up the Unicorn Gang May Day lipstick to touch up your lips and gaze into the mirror to do so as you continue, “It wasn’t you.”

Ruby can only laugh and shrug. “You probably made that kid’s year.”

“Right, and next you’ll be telling me I’ll win the jackpot in the lottery back home. I doubt it. Can’t even keep your average Tinder fuckboy interested long enough to take me out on a date, get me real good and tipsy and take me to bed. Highly doubt that something like little old me, falling into the lap of one of these guys is gonna be the highlight of their hour, let alone year...”

“Maybe if you stopped looking with the intent to get laid?” Ruby offered the advice as gently as she could and you bite your lip, mulling it over. You sigh and shrug. “It’s just easier that way. Less messy. No feelings involved.”

“What you mean is there’s not a risk that you’ll get your feelings hurt.” Ruby’s giving you a gentle and teasing smirk but your attitude towards dating since the end of your latest -and longest, relationship last year does have her concerned.

It’s like you shut down.

“Exactly.” you smile and laugh, shrugging it off as you do but deep down, you know she’s right. And deeper down, you’d die before admitting it, but there is a certain someone you may or may not have your eye on.

You’ll never take a chance or anything, but you can’t say you haven’t fantasized about a certain cowboy on the active roster more than enough lately.

But you have a hard and fast rule, especially given the varying degrees of attractiveness of the guys you work with and that’s you never mix business with pleasure.

You’re putting the finishing touches on Ruby’s makeup for the night when the door opens and you lock eyes with Adam Page, who is standing in the doorway, his hand caught in his hair. You smile and bite your lip.

Ruby glances from you to Adam and gives you a knowing smirk as soon as she picks up on certain vibes off you and present in your body language. “Interesting.” she mutters, mostly to herself as she announces aloud, “Gonna go now, little bit. I have asses to kick. You.. Find someone to give you a massage. I mean it, I’m being serious. I know how stubborn you are and I know how bad your back is.”

“Yes, mother.” you laugh and wave her off as she steps out into the hallway. Adam steps into the room and you motion him over to your chair as you plug in your curling iron and start getting out the rest of the hair tools and makeup from your kit that you hadn’t already gotten when you arrived at the arena.

You turn around, only to find yourself body to body with him. You can feel just the slightest hint of heat creep into your cheeks and you clear your throat. “You,uh..”

He chuckles quietly.

You’re both kind of staring at each other and finally, he speaks up. “Ruby mentioned your back was bothering you?”

You wave off the concerned question and laugh softly. “I am a walking injury magnet. I slept wrong. It’ll go away.”

His gaze settles on your shoes for the night and he glances back up at you, nodding to them. “Those can’t be helping matters any.” and he promptly goes quiet. He wants to kick himself for blurting out what he’s just blurted out, but the thought of you in pain bothers him. It bothers him a little too much, truth be told.

He’s been into you for a while now. He’d never admit it, you probably have a type and he’s almost certain that he’s not it. He pushes the annoying realization out of his head and he’s about to take a seat in the chair at your makeup station, but he sees you cringe when you try to reach up on a shelf just out of your reach, your hand settled on your lower back.

He wanders over, reaching up to grab the box you were reaching for as he winds up pressed against you from behind. Your breath catches in your throat and you gasp quietly before you can stop the sound from coming and he mumbles a sheepish apology against the shell of your ear. “Sorry, I.. you just looked like it was hurting you to reach up. Are you sure you’re alright?”

You fully intend to tell him you are and reassure him but when your mouth opens, you say “It really hurts.” instead as you turn to face him.

He pries the box he’d gotten down for you from your grip and sits it on a counter and then he nods to the green loveseat in the corner. “I’m not our physical therapist or anything. Not even a masseuse. But if it’s bothering you that bad, I can try to give you a massage?”

You gaze at him a second or two and you blink as soon as you realize what he’s suggesting. What he’s suggesting has your knees turning to Jello. Your thighs clench a little at just the thought of his hands on your body and you swallow hard as you find yourself unable to stop the way your eyes are drawn to his hands, staring at them for a few seconds.

“C’mon. It’s gotta be better than going around in pain all night.” Adam offers again, despite wanting to kick himself for pushing the issue. He tilts his head, gazing down at you as you’re lost in thought.

“Nevermind, I..” he trails off, going quiet just as you take a deep breath and speak up. “Okay, alright. Let me go shut the door so nobody comes in. It’s gotta be better than the constant throbbing pain I’m feeling right now, right?”

He’s the one gaping now, because he’d been starting to assume that your silence was a polite way of saying you weren’t interested in a massage, especially not from him.

You slink over to the loveseat and lower yourself down, letting out a shaky breath or two. Adam pulls over the coffee table and sits on it because he’s trying to be decent and respect your personal space, but you speak up quietly, “If you need to sit closer or anything, it’s not a big deal. I don’t bite unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

It was a slip of the tongue on your part, but Adam is glad you’re not looking at him as the words leave your mouth because he can feel himself start to get hard and whether he wants it to happen or not, his mind starts to fill with mental images..

He has to fight to shove them back out.

“Y-you’re sure?” he stammers at first and wants to kick himself yet again. He shouldn’t feel as awkward as he does right now, it’s not like he stands a snowball's chance in hell. And yet, here he is.. Feeling like an awkward teenager all over again.

You tend to bring it out in him, to be fair.

“Yeah.” you answer as you gaze up at him through a curtain of hair that you’re trying to blow out of your eyes. You settle for pushing it out instead and you lock eyes with him as you raise to sit.

“Actually… With the area on my back that’s hurting.. Maybe if I laid across your lap? Maybe that would help your reach a little? Or if you have to kind of like… Sit on my ass?”

The words, as they leave your mouth, have you burning up all over. They have you wishing that a portal would open on the floor and you’d be yanked through. Then you stop and think about the girls who typically flock to him at meet and greets, because you’ve seen them. They’re all fucking gorgeous, they’re all like supermodels.

You want to laugh at yourself for being so bold to assume that he’d even be a little turned on by you with all your faults and parts of your body you’d gladly give a kidney or other vital organ to fix and improve.

You give him that little pleading pout and he doesn’t even stop to think, he’s moving to sit on the loveseat before he can stop himself. You arrange yourself across his lap so that he can reach your shoulders and settle in. Adam cracks his knuckles and his hands settle against your neck and shoulders and as soon as he feels the tension in your body beneath his hands, he grimaces and chuckles quietly. “You’re a little ball of stress, huh?”

You snort as a giggle leaves your mouth and answer, “I’ve been told that a time or two, yeah.”

His hands work over your shoulders and the back of your neck in small and tight circles. Two or three times he has thought that this task would not only be easier but more effective if your shirt wasn’t in the way, but he doesn’t dare bring it up.

He clears his throat abruptly, however, when a few seconds pass and you gasp out the suggestion as you glance over your shoulder at him.

“It might help a little, yeah.” he mumbles in a daze as he stares down at you and bites his lip. You pull yourself to a sitting position and mumble a swear or two under your breath at the dull throb of pain at movement, but you peel off your favorite tee shirt - a thin and clingy black one that says sassy af in bold red lettering, and let it fall from the tips of your fingers, settling on the tiled floor of the room.

It leaves you in a red lace bra and you can feel yourself heating up in a blush. You reach out and gently grip his wrist to guide his hand away from his eyes as you give a soft giggle. “They’re literally just tits, sir. Not even decent looking ones at that.” you shrug it off, doing your best to act unbothered. To come across like you do this all the time and you’re no stranger to it.

Because you’re still assuming that nothing at all about you turns him on.

Because there’s no way anything does, you refuse to give yourself that little sliver of hope.

Adam clears his throat. “Actually, if you sat in my lap…or kinda between my legs?” he suggests as soon as he realizes that you sitting up and in his lap will make giving you a massage so much easier. You manage to tear your eyes off his lips and give him a thumbs up, settling into the space he makes for you to sit between his legs. His hands settle against your bare skin all over again and before you can stop yourself, a whimper leaves your mouth.

He swallows hard and gives a quiet chuckle. Tells himself that you most likely only made the sound because the massage feels good, there’s no other reason than that. Because there isn’t. There can’t be, right?

 Mostly to keep the tension out of it all, he teases quietly, “Feel good?”

“So good.” your words come out soft and shaky, almost dazed in a way. You’re trying to ignore the fact that the more his hands move over your shoulders and across your back the wetter it seems to make you. You can’t ignore it because you’re practically dripping and it’s a little uncomfortable, which leads to you wiggling around in your spot as you try like hell to find some way to sit that doesn’t have your thighs slipping right off each other. 

The way you’re wiggling in your spot between his thighs has him shifting the way he sits and biting back a quiet growl when your ass brushes right up against the way he’s getting even harder against his black trunks. “Everything okay, darlin?” he asks when you seem like you have a really hard time being still all of a sudden.

“It’s fine, just..” you go quiet. “Trying to get comfortable.” your breath catches in your throat as the words leave your mouth. He leans forward just a little, his muscular chest pushing right up against your back as he does it. Your breath catches in your throat all over again when his hands catch in your hair and he moves it out of the way, chuckling quietly all over again as soon as he does it. His hands move lower down your back and to give him more room to work with, you lean forward just a little. 

Adam is focused on trying to ease your pain -and trying to ignore the way every single little sound you make causes him to strain just a little more against his black trunks, and his hands are making careful and precise circular movements all over your back. You gasp when one hand slips beneath the band of your bra and he’s quick to lean in and mumble an apology against the shell of your ear.

You give a soft giggle. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. You’re massaging me, it’s not like you’re being creepy.” and he laughs too, smiling at the realization that between the fact that you pretty much just whipped off your shirt with no hesitation earlier and you didn’t cringe at the suggestion to sit in his lap.. You have to trust him to allow him to do this in the first place. And the fact that you just might trust him makes him feel happy.

It’s too quiet. The tension in the air is way too thick for you, so you decide to make small talk. “What are you doing after the show tonight? It’s Halloween, I know you have something fun planned.”

Adam chuckles quietly. “Actually, I don’t. Highlight of my night is gonna be pickin up a sixer or two and goin’ back to my hotel room. Probably gonna watch a few old Westerns or somethin’, I don’t know.”

You glance over your shoulder at him, a brow raised. “You don’t have a hot date tonight?” you ask in surprise.

Adam snickers and shakes his head no, then asks you with a puzzled glance, “Naw. Why would I, darlin?”

“Uh..” you can think of so many ways to answer the question he’s asked. But if you actually say them out loud, you’ll be incriminating yourself so that thought keeps you quiet.

Adam asks you the same question you’ve just asked him as his hand settles over the sore spot on your lower back and he starts to gingerly work at it with thick digits. You whine and tense a little, giving a sharp hiss and this is when he looks down and sees the bruise formed on your lower back. “Ya know there’s a bruise right here, right where you say your back’s botherin’ ya.. Right?”

“Shit. No, no I did not. Thank you for telling me though. At least I know I didn’t pull something.” your words leave your mouth breathless and he continues to rub the aching area. The more he rubs your back, the more tension he can feel melting away under his touch. “How on Earth did I get a bruise there, I wonder?” you muse to yourself quietly, mumbling a second later that the answer is obvious, you’re a gold medalist when it comes to clumsiness.

Adam repeats his question and you sigh, answering it. “I had a date. Then I changed my Tinder photo and the guy proceeds to ghost and block me. He gave me some lame excuse about a funeral or something before he did though.”

You shrug it off.

Adam cringes in sympathy, shaking his head. “Guy sounds like a fuckin idiot, darlin.”

“He was probably a catfish anyway. His profile photo looked like it was at least a decade old.” you give a soft laugh.

Adam’s hands are still, resting against your bare back. “Feel a little better?” he asks after a long pause that’s just a little too heavy for his liking.

You swallow hard and sit up, turning so that you’re facing him, your legs tucked beneath you as you sit between his legs on your knees. You smile at him and nod. “All better. I’m gonna talk to the guy in charge of putting the tag lines over you guys names every night to change yours to magic hands, actually.” you’re teasing a little, but it’s because it’s too hard to resist the urge to do so, especially when you know how easy it is to make him blush.

And yes, how much you enjoy it when he smiles. The way it seems to make blue eyes shine bright enough to light up a room. He shrugs it off and shakes his head, laughing as he does so. “Nah, These hands ain’t really magic, darlin.”

“Oh? Well my back says otherwise, sir.” you mumble as you reach out, pushing some strands of hair out of his face to smooth them behind his ear. You bite your lip and your eyes lower, fixing on his mouth.

“Anytime, darlin.” he answers. And you can feel yourself getting even wetter at the tone in his voice, the way it deepens.. Making that sleepy drawl even thicker. You’re both staring at each other intently. Quiet and focused.

Until the door bursts open and Eddie Kingston bursts into the room, loud and chaotic. Laughing and wiggling his brows suggestively as he makes a crude but teasing comment about the little situation he’s just caught you both in.

You and Adam lock eyes, sharing a look. Adam looks as if he wants to disappear into the flooring when Eddie chuckles and blurts out, “See? Told ya if you finally get the balls to say somethin’ to her, man.. Told ya she was hot for you.”

“Eddie, get out!” Adam grumbles in frustration.

Your jaw drops and you glance at Eddie and then your gaze settles on Adam and you’re tilting your head, curious. “Wait.. Hold on a minute. You like me?” you point at yourself as the question slips out in a dazed and quiet tone.

Adam bites his lip but doesn’t answer.

“You.. like me…” you repeat because your brain is frantically trying to process this new information. Eddie’s leaning in the doorway, blocking anyone’s view into the room and he speaks up, smirking at Adam the entire time. “Why don’t ya ask him exactly what led to that fight backstage with the creepy prop guy, hm?”

You fix your gaze on Adam, waiting.

“He wouldn’t stop popping up, saying and doing creepy stuff, okay? I could tell it was bothering you…” Adam answered, going quiet.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah, mami?” Eddie’s gaze is moving from you to Adam and he’s smirking like the cat that ate the canary. True to fashion, he’s enjoying this entire thing way too much.

“Get outta here, pal. Shoo! I need to have a word with my cowboy for a hot minute, yeah?”

“Oh, he’s your cowboy now, huh?” Eddie chuckles in amusement.

“You know what I mean, damn it.” you grumble, pouting with him, pleading as you gaze at him and point to the door he’s standing in. “Close it behind you?”

Eddie seems to take the hint and he makes a hasty retreat and this leaves you all alone with Adam.

Adam’s gazing at you intently. Lost in a daze as his brain tries to process the fact that you’ve just referred to him as your cowboy. The realization, as it sinks in, has him giving that goofy little grin of sheer joy.

More importantly, it gives him the little bit of boldness he lacks to finally do something.

He leans in just a little as his arms wrap around you and he pulls you closer to him. “Your cowboy, huh? Were you even gonna.. I dunno, ask me?”

You give a soft and quiet laugh as you lick your lips and stare at his intently. “Okay, fine.. Since you insist on formalities, sir… You’ll be my cowboy, right?” you swallow hard as you wait on his answer. Giving him a playful pout as you untuck your legs and wrap them around his waist instead and snuggle up to him just a little more, closing some of the distance left between your bodies.

He chuckles quietly, leaning in for the kill. His lips bump against your own clumsily as he smiles even brighter and nods. “Wouldn’t want it any other way… Sassy af.” he teases gently, nodding towards the shirt that you finally remember you haven’t been wearing for the entirety of everything as it unfolded. “Put your shirt back on, darlin. I don’t much like sharin and Kingston’s seen enough, I’d think.”

“Bossy tonight, huh?”

“Come on. This is a good song. Please? Just one dance, Kyle.” you’re begging him but he chuckles and shakes his head no. It makes you pout at him and poke out your tongue. “Fine. I’ll go find Roddy. He always dances with me.” you threaten, despite the fact that you’d really rather dance with Kyle and not Roderick Strong.

Your statement makes Kyle tense up and he swallows hard, glancing over to the dartboard where Roderick Strong and some of the other guys are hollering and high fiving and laughing as they play a round of darts. He tears his gaze off of Roderick and winds up staring at you instead. It happens a lot lately.

The more he’s around you, the harder it is not to act on the way he feels. He never planned to fall in love with his best friend and now that he has, every little thing gets to him.

Like what you’ve just said about going to dance with Roderick.

Kyle never particularly enjoys losing. And the last thing he wants to do is lose you. Especially not to Roderick Strong, village idiot.

You’re about to walk away and something in him snaps. He reaches out and grabs you by the hips, pulling you back to him as he presses against you from behind and mumbles against the shell of your ear, “C’mon... Don’t go.”

Your breath catches in your throat and it takes a few seconds but you pull yourself together and turn to face Kyle as you raise your arms and slip them around his neck. You take a calculated risk and lean against him a little, breathing in the scent of his cologne as you toy with the front of his thin and faded black tee shirt.

The one that always makes you feel as if you’ll swallow your tongue because it fits him a little too well, particularly in the biceps.

You pout up at him a little. “But I want to dance.” you mumble quietly as you add to it, “And you said it yourself. You don’t dance.”

“And I don’t. But..” Kyle trails off, swearing in frustration. He didn’t really have a plan when he stopped you from going over to Roddy beyond stopping you and now he doesn’t really know what to do next. “Look, I can’t dance, okay? You watch the show, you’ve seen what I call dancing.”

You nod and you give a soft giggle. “It’s not that bad.”

Truthfully, every single time he did the air guitar on the belt, your eyes were glued to the way his hips moved like magnets. You can’t.. If you were to tell him this you’re afraid that things will get awkward.

And you’d rather have Kyle in your life than try for more than he’s willing to give and wind up without him in your life at all. It’s a trade-off. It’s one you thought you could live with but lately, you’re discovering you just can’t.

“Babe..” Kyle realizes what he’s just called you and he goes quiet. His eyes settle on his shoes and he swallows hard.

You just barely manage to stop yourself from whimpering. You do it by reminding yourself that you’ve both had a drink or two and you’re going to assume that he meant it as a friend thing.

But his arms are still around you. And just a few seconds ago when he pressed against you from behind, you could feel the way his cock pushed against his jeans as if it were ready to burst out. 

It’s almost like torture.

In the best and the worst way.

Kyle takes a deep breath or two and he sinks down into a chair nearby. You lock eyes with him and you’re pouting. There are guys staring at you and it’s really starting to get to him.

He reaches up and pulls you down into his lap and you settle against him, swallowing hard as you lock eyes with him again. “Kyle?” you stammer.

The side of his finger presses up against your lips and silences whatever you’re about to say next. It’s not as if it matters because the way he’s holding you in his lap right now makes whatever you are about to say leave your mind.

Earned It starts to play and you squirm around in his lap a little, full of energy. His hands move up and down your back before settling across your ass with his fingers locked together. Firmly holding you in place.

He’s still staring but now he’s humming along with the song as he does it. And now, you’re staring too. Your eyes break from his gaze and settle on his lips and you lick your own as you try not to think about how it would feel to just close the distance between the two of you and brush your lips against his.

He leans in just a little. “Do you still wanna dance, babe?” the words come out in a husky whisper that has you dripping. You don’t manage to stop the quiet whimper before it slips out of your mouth this time and the sound has him swallowing hard. Leaning in even closer as his hands squeeze your ass and he pulls you closer, closing the distance between your mouths. “Did you just whimper?”

“I…” you try to come up with an answer, any answer, but nothing comes. It’s as if your brain has truly chosen to short circuit. “Yeah. I still wanna dance. But..” you’re about to protest because now you feel bad, you feel like you might have guilted him into it and you’re trying to backpeddle so things don’t get awkward and tense.

“But what?” Kyle questions. As the corner of his mouth brushes right against your own, your breath catches in your throat and you wind up whimpering all over again. Scooting yourself even closer to him as your legs circle his waist. The thick soled boots you were wearing with your costume hit the floor with a quiet thud and your heart is beating so loud you can hear it and feel it.

“We.. We don’t have to stand back up or anything, it’s..” you’re stammering even worse now because when you moved closer to him, you wound up centered over one of his thick thighs and you’re not sure if you put yourself there or if Kyle used his grip on your body to guide you there.

Everything is happening as fast as the speed of sound and yet somehow, it’s entirely too slow.

Kyle rubs his chin thoughtfully and his eyes settle on your lips just in time to watch a pink and wet tongue drag slow over the outline of your lips. Lips he’s been dying to kiss for a while now if he has to be honest with himself. This time he’s the one who whimpers before he can stop himself and the whimper is accompanied by him pulling your body as close to his as he can get it. The contrast of your soft little body against his hard muscles has him getting hard all over again, -or maybe it’s the way he can feel your pussy getting warmer and wetter because he’s got you straddled over his thigh, he’s not sure which, but he’s hard enough to break and it hurts.

“We don’t, hm?” he mumbles against the shell of your ear.

“I.. I don’t wanna make you get back up.” you mutter before going quiet. “We could..Nevermind.” you stop shy of suggesting what you’re thinking, but the thought is heavy on your mind; tempting. You wonder what he’d think if you just went for it and gave him a lapdance and the thought has your entire body heating up. You’re getting wetter, too.

His hands move up your body, settling on your hips and before he can stop himself, he’s using his grip to drag your cunt over his thigh. “Does that work?” his eyes lock on you as he asks the question. Sucking in a ragged breath because he can feel the warmth and the way your panties are soaked. 

One of you has to make the first actual move, he reasons. With the thought in mind, he closes the distance between your mouths as a hand leaves your hip, settles in the hair at the back of your head. His other hand squeezes your hip and he uses the grip to guide you over his thigh back and forth all over again as his mouth collides with your mouth. His tongue pushes past your lips and tangles with your. You’re starting to rock yourself back and forth over his thigh as your stomach coils tight and the friction you get, even though it’s not enough to satisfy and it’s not what you really want right now, is enough to have you gasping as the kiss breaks and you pull away from each other to breathe.

“Kyle?” you mumble his name in a daze. Kyle swallows hard and takes a deep breath. “Yeah?”

“I never really wanted to ask Roddy to dance with me in the first place, I…” you trail off because you’re not even sure why you’re admitting to this. Kyle grins and gives a soft laugh as his forehead rests against yours and he stares into your eyes. “I didn’t want you dancing with Roddy. Kinda makes me jealous whenever you’re around him, because I..”

You’re still rocking back and forth over his thigh and you’ve pressed yourself down even more. Kyle wants -no, he needs you closer. He grabs hold of your hips and pulls you into his lap completely and you wrap your legs around him again. The change in position presses you right up against the way his cock strains at his jeans and your head falls back as you moan quietly. His mouth crashes against your mouth all over again. Deeper and slower.

You pull away to breathe and you ask quietly, “You what?”

“I want you to myself. I love you, okay?”

He takes a shaky breath as he waits on a reaction from you.

Your hand settles across the back of his head and you’re pulling his mouth against your mouth all over again as you rock and rub yourself against the way he’s strained at his jeans. His teeth latch on to your bottom lip and he tugs at it as you whine breathlessly into his mouth. 

“I love you too.” the words come easy for you and as soon as you’ve said them it feels like the weight of the world has been lifted. Kyle’s holding you as close as he can and his hands are all over you.

“Can we go somewhere more quiet?” you lean in to mumble the question against the shell of his ear and wordlessly, he stands and starts to carry you out the doors of the nightclub and into the parking lot.

day 01 - size➼o.winston - soa | size kink, sex in a garage | mature af. ♚☼

day 02 - size➸sweetpea - riverdale | size kink, inappropriate pda | suggestive af.

day 03 - angry➼s.walsh - the walking dead | angry sex at the CDC | mature af. ♚

day 04 - size➼r.palmer - legends of tomorrow | size kink, sex on the waverider | mature af. ♚☼

day 05 - interrupted➼l.gallagher - shameless | almost walked in on, makeout | suggestive af. ♚

day 06 - alpha➼s.rogers - mcu | a/b/o | e for everyone. ♚☼

day 07 - nosy ➼ j.ortiz - soa | almost getting caught, makeout | suggestive af.☼

day 08 - morning➼t.thatcher - wwe,nxt | accidental arousal | mature af. ♚

day 09 - stripped➼mjf - aew | stripping | mature af. ♚☼

day 10 - alpha➼b.barnes-mcu | a/b/o implied size and breeding kink | mature af.  ♚☼

day 11 - dance ➼ k.o’reilly - wwe,nxt | thigh riding | suggestive af. ♚

day 12 - massage ➼ a.page - aew | massage | suggestive af.  ♚ ☼

“Tash.” you sniffed the air and fidgeted in your seat beside Natasha helplessly as a searing heat filled your body. You knew what was starting to happen and as the realization set in, your eyes darted around helplessly. You were powerless right now.

Horny as hell too.

Natasha wasn’t listening to you. She was staring at the television screen in front of you both, dazed. You were hanging around in the common room of the compound, watching movies. Or you had been until something caused your first ever heat cycle to trigger.

You could smell him from down the hall and all you wanted was to get up and go to him. Even though you didn’t exactly know who ‘he’ was at the moment. You were sitting up straight, nose in the air. Your helpless whines were what finally got Natasha looking at you.

Wanda rushed to your side because the whole thing was so intense that for at least a good two or three minutes you couldn’t vocalize what was happening. She was in charge, not you.. The animal within. The one desperate to be united with her mate.. Bred and filled. Erotic mental images filled your mind to a point where all you could do was whimper and whine, tensed up all over as your skin burned and crawled as if ants rushed just beneath the surface.

You stood and Wanda grabbed your wrist to guide you back down into your seat. She gave you a firm head-shake and you pouted. Natasha eyed you in concern. “What’s going on? Talk to me, c’mon.”

“She’s um.. Her heat cycle has been triggered.” Wanda explains when seconds pass and you can’t really seem to get yourself to focus on anything but him. Your Alpha. And the fact that his scent is so much closer. And you want him. You crave him and this is the strongest emotion you’ve ever experienced in your life. You’ve literally never wanted anything -or anyone, more than you crave him right now.

“Oh. Oh.. Wait, what now? You said you were a Beta?” Natasha’s gaze settles on you in confusion. You had told her that years ago, but it was just simply due to the fact that you never presented one way or the other. For a while there, you’d taken comfort in it. Sometimes though, you’d look around at all your friends and your family members with their mates, chosen and otherwise and that lonely feeling would set in.

“I assumed I was.” you managed to get the words out at last, “because I’ve never been in heat before. Probably because I’ve never been exposed to my mate before…” you went quiet and bit down on your bottom lip as a sharp sting shot up the right side of your neck that felt as if you’d just been branded by a hot iron or something. “Ouch, what the hell?” you shot up out of your seat and crossed the room, peering at your neck in the reflection given off by a shiny chrome toaster. You held it up to get a better look.

“Hey, Tash?”

“Yes?”

“When one finds their mate.. And their heat is triggered.. Do you get some weird marking?”

Natasha and Wanda shared a look and wandered over to you, peering at your neck. And then they shared another look and started whispering back and forth. Which of course, prompted you to pout and stomp your foot at them until they finally saw fit to fill you in on whatever inside joke you weren’t part of.

“We know who your mate is. But to answer your question, “Natasha pauses and takes a deep breath as she contemplates just how much new information you can truly handle all at once because this isn’t just your first heat, it’s more special. It’s your first heat and it’s been triggered because you found your true mate.

Not just an acceptable Alpha that your inner Omega wishes to be bred and claimed by. The real deal. Your actual perfect match.

It doesn’t happen often and when it does, it’s nothing if not intense.

She finally tells you everything, beginning with the fact that the marking on your neck right now is probably going to appear on your Alpha soon. As a way to easily identify. As if his scent wouldn’t be enough, you think to yourself in a dream-like daze.

“So no. That.” she nods to the marking that’s branded itself into your skin as she answers your question, “That doesn’t happen often at all. Although, it did happen to Steve recently..”

“Okay?” you sink down on the stool pushed beneath the counter in the little kitchenette in the room and you let out several long and ragged breaths. “What do I do?” you glance from one woman to the other and Wanda sits down next to you. She is gentle when she speaks.

“For now, you do nothing.”

“Trust me, Bucky is… There’s no telling which way he’ll take this.” Natasha explained carefully. And the second you hear his name, your jaw drops.

“Wait a minute.. Bucky as in the Bucky Barnes…?”

“Yeah. Him.” Natasha answers as she tries not to laugh. You’re a bit of a history nerd and your crush on James Buchanan Barnes via his exhibit at the museum a few years ago is not a big secret with her. You couldn’t have hidden it if you tried.

She’d kind of assumed it was a passing thing though. Because aside from here and there casual mentions, you hadn’t really been pining away. No, you were a little ball of workaholic stress, so nothing held your attention for long unless it pertained to work and your little “outings” with Natasha and Wanda.

“I thought he was…” you started, trailing off and shaking your head in confusion. “Dead. Right? The exhibit, it listed a date and cause of death.” you insisted after a few seconds to process. Death date and cause typically meant that a person truly was dead.

“Not technically, no. He was on Hydra’s side, he was an assassin. They assumed he was dead.”

“Kinda like you then, huh? The assassin thing, I meant..” you trailed off. Your hand raises and you drag your fingers through your hair as you attempt to process it all.

“Something like that.. He’s… he’s been through a lot. The best thing to do is wait and see. If I had a better read on him, maybe..” Natasha explains it to you gently.

You swallow hard as the subject of conversation steps into the room, a towel around his neck and black sweatpants nearly sliding off of his hips. All you can do is stare helplessly. Wordlessly.

He’s frozen in place. He’s watching you. Baby blue eyes seem to go from distant  to alive in a matter of seconds. And there’s the smallest hint of red tinting his cheeks as a smirk plays at his lips and he gives you a nod.

And naturally, you’re frozen like an idiot still. You literally can’t do anything. Between everything you’ve just been told about what’s happening to you and about your Alpha, you’re still processing. Slowly, but the fact remains. 

This is happening.

“Bucky… any reason you’re in here?” Natasha’s question is blunt. Pointed. And she folds her arms over her chest as she watches what’s unfolding between the two of you intently. He’s staring at you, you’re staring at him and neither of you have made a move.

“Huh?” his answer is dazed. Baby blue eyes stay fixed on you. That smirk grows just slightly. The heat in your body is reaching an unpleasant fever pitch and you lean against the counter heavily, remembering what Natasha said not even a minute before he wandered into the room. Your eyes roam over him and they fix on the left side of his chest.

On a fresh and angry red marking. The exact one that’s shown up on your own body. Before you can stop yourself, your tongue traces the outline of your lips. Bucky shuffles his feet and swallows hard.

“I asked you if there was any reason you were in here. Because we’re in the middle of a horror movie marathon. Well, we would be, if my friend here,” Natasha nods and smiles at you in affectionate teasing before she continues, “Would stop screaming in my ears every five seconds.”

“In my defense, it’s the jumpscares? And dolls. You know dolls terrify me, Tasha… and you choose Chucky?”

“It’s just a movie.” Natasha is smirking.

Bucky’s gaze shifts from her and quickly back to you. He chuckles quietly as his eyes begin to roam. You’re fidgeting under his intent gaze and you’re well aware that he’s fucking you with his eyes at the moment. The heat in your body soars and you fan yourself a little, promptly blushing as soon as you’ve done it.

“Is it hot in here to anyone else? Just me? Cool beans.” you mumble, mostly to yourself. Going quiet. Training your eyes on the black silk pyjama shorts you were wearing for the horror movie sleepover Natasha insisted on tonight.

The more he stared at you like he was, the more naked you seemed to feel. 

Bucky’s eyes fill with concern and he takes a step closer to you. “Come to think of it, doll.. You look awfully flushed. Real hot.”  

You can’t help but whimper at the way his voice drops a few octaves when he says the word hot. 

He gives you a little grin and cautiously, he steps closer. He’s staring down at you in awe, he’s still trying to get his head around what’s happening. Or the way it makes him feel like maybe there’s hope and happiness ahead for him after all, even if he’d absolutely die before admitting to it right away.

Wanda starts to say something but Natasha nudges her in the side and nods towards the door leading out of the room.

“Hey, we’re gonna go make a snack run. Maybe pick up some shawarma.”

“Wine? You can get some wine too, right?” you ask with a pleading look only to have Bucky chuckling and shaking his head no at you. “No, doll… I think the last thing you need right now is wine.” -he’s stepped even closer to you by now. You can really smell him. Cologne, his body wash and pure pheromones. 

It’s enough to throw you right into a daze as it overwhelms you. More than enough to have you shifting the way you sit on the stool so that your legs are open a little wider. You want to disappear into the floor. Because Natasha has literally just told you to approach this situation in caution and here you go, literally spreading your legs for the man.

Bucky steps between your legs and towers over you. He licks his lips as his eyes fix on yours.

“Yes or no on the wine?” Natasha calls out the question, glancing from you to Bucky and back again as she smiles at you both.

“Nah, she’s good.” Bucky calls out to Natasha, giving her a firm warning look as soon as those protective Alpha urges come rushing to the surface.

“Yeah? Please?” you answer, pouting up at your Alpha a little and then glancing over at Natasha.

He leans down and into you a little. “Pout all you want, princess. But we both know alcohol and your situation aren’t a good mix.” his finger curls beneath your chin and he makes you look up and meet his gaze. He’s doing that thing where he bites his lip again and all you can do is stare at that helplessly.

“Okay, fine. No wine.” you call out to Natasha as you pout a little and kind of grumble under your breath. This makes Bucky laugh and the lazy half grin tugging at his mouth grows just a little more.

“You two play nice.” Natasha says it with a laugh as she gives you a teasing look and grins. You know right then that you’re in for it later, she’s going to tease you relentlessly about your low key crush and how it’s apparently going to return full force, but you really don’t care.

Bucky being your Alpha is… Honestly more than you could have ever dreamed of. Not that you ever really.. Stopped to dream about presenting Omega and finding your true mate on top of it all. But if you had done it a little more often, you’re quite certain that Bucky Barnes is the guy you’d have chosen for yourself.

… Thing is… would he really choose you?... the thought enters your mind and you use it to keep yourself from getting too hopeful and too wrapped up in what’s happening. You push it all out of your brain because you know yourself too well and if you don’t do this now, you will overthink.

“Yes mom.” you retort playfully. Natasha flips you off and after hastily pocketing the keys to her Corvette, she and Wanda are nearly bursting out of the door as if they’re on fire. The door to the room bangs shut behind them and you take a few very shaky and deep breaths.

Bucky’s still standing there, his body keeping your legs spread. A thoughtful gleam in his eyes as he gazes down at you. He happens to catch you staring at the marking on his left pec. His glance diverts as he gazes down at it too. At least it’s stopped the god-awful burning now.

… Because you’ve finally found her.. The question is, what to do now? What if she’s oblivious? What if she doesn’t want to be bonded to you, hm? It’s not that much of a stretch the things you’ve done aren’t exactly secret anymore… but the rational side of James Buchanan Barnes takes over and he realizes that he can use his sense of smell to gauge your current mood. To see if you’re aware of what’s happening, what you are to him.

When he does this, he’s left stunned. Because he can easily pick up your feelings and it’s not just through your scent. He can catch these little fragments of thought if he focuses hard enough. Steve told him about all this after telling him that he’d found his true mate not so long ago. Bucky didn’t really hold much stock in it, but now that it was happening to him, he finds himself in awe.

And shocked because apparently, you’re fully aware of what’s going on -more to the point, you’ve decided that you’re not going to fight it or resist, that you want the bond with him and you’re just as worried as he was not even five seconds before.

“Any reason you keep lookin at it? The mark, I mean..” he asks quietly after a long and heavy pause in which he’s thinking about everything. Deciding what his next move is going to be. Coming to the realization that he doesn’t want to fight the bond either. That he’s tired of being alone, after all. 

Your mouth opens and closes and it’s as if you’ve forgotten how to form words. There’s so much you want to say but whenever you open your mouth it all tries to rush out at one time and you’re trying so hard not to bombard the poor guy with everything at once. You don’t want to see over-excited or too eager. You don’t want to risk saying the wrong thing -or combination of things, and making a mess of everything.

“Maybe?” you finally manage to mumble the one word response. Bucky chuckles. His arms rest on either side of you effectively pinning you between him and the counter you’re sitting with your back against. Your back is pressing lightly against the edge now. You squeeze his sides with your legs before you can stop yourself and his eyes start to change. From baby blue to an almost midnight color as lust fills them.

“Maybe, hm? See, I think there’s definitely a reason, doll.” Bucky’s voice is a deep whisper. His mouth just barely grazes clumsily against the corner of yours with each word spoken.

 He tries to resist the way his mouth -and body seem to just migrate so close to your own but he can’t. The pull is too damn strong. And the last thing he wants to do is fight it or resist. So he doesn’t even stop to consider that you might not want him rushing into all this physical contact. Stops himself short and focuses. Centers himself for a second or two and gets a handle on your current emotional state just to see whether his assumption is right or wrong so he can figure out how much is too much.

It’s not too much. Somehow, it’s not enough if the fragments of thought he picks up on in the back of your mind are anything to go by. The thought has him relaxing even more. Hints of the old and long hidden charmer side rush to the surface easily and take over by blind instinct.

 You whimper and whine and finally, before you can be bothered to stop yourself, you’ve tilted your head and exposed the side of your neck with the marking that perfectly matches up with his. You’re not entirely sure it’s a good idea, but you’re not going to hide it from him, either. Not when he seems to be responding the way he has so far.

Bucky’s eyes turn an even deeper shade of blue and he bites his lip. When he takes a breath it’s shakier. If you thought he was standing as close as he possibly could before, you’d be wrong because somehow he’s even closer all of a sudden, towering over you as his scent envelops you and you can feel yourself just barely starting to cool off and calm down just a little bit.

Not a lot, but a little. It’s enough that you feel as if you can finally catch your breath again. It’s also enough that you can attempt to say something coherent. You gaze up at him quietly as you try to figure out what exactly you should -or shouldn’t, say. You finally choose to go with the safest answer to his assumption and the fact that he’s now seen your matching mate mark.

“Now you know.” you answer quietly because you’re honestly not sure how this will go. All you can think is that Natasha warned you before she left that there’s a chance that Bucky might not be interested at all in the mate bond -or all the emotions and other various things that come along with being in one, and you weren’t about to force the poor guy into anything he didn’t want.

“Mhm.” Bucky answered quietly. He licks his lips and his gaze stays fixed on you. He seems to be lost in thought. Then again, he could still be trying to process too.

It’s when he leans into you just a little heavier that you feel slick flood your inner thighs. He chuckles quietly almost as soon as it happens and it hits you, he can absolutely smell you.

And the thought has you burning hot all over again, only this time you’re at least partially sure it has something to do with the fact that you’re blushing.

He leans in right next to your ear and brushes your hair out of the way to whisper against it quietly, “Yeah. I can smell you right now, doll. Fuck.” the last part coming out as more of a quiet groan than an actual word as his hands move from their resting place on the counter to grip your thighs. His mouth drags clumsy and lazy down the side of your neck before he can stop himself or even think about what he’s already decided that he wants and is about to dive headfirst right into.

He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter and before you can stop yourself, you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You don’t want to keep staring at him like you are and making this even more awkward so you drop your gaze to your bare legs but almost the second you do this, Bucky’s raising a hand and gripping your jaw. Tilting your head so that you have to look at him. He’s giving you a questioning look.

Your tongue rolls over the outline of your mouth and he growls quietly. He’s whispering against the shell of your ear all over again. “Do it again, doll.”

You give a quiet whimper at the way it feels as rough lips continue to dance down the side of your neck sporadically. You melt into him and he takes several long and shaky breaths, staring down at you intently.

He’s scooped you completely off the counter by this point. All you can think about is how strong he is to be holding you up the way he is. And he’s so tall that he quite literally towers over you and you’re definitely into that.  How this is literally a scene ripped right out of one of your fantasies. Or an erotic novel you read once or twice. Either one would apply. You’re lost in a daze so you miss Bucky’s quiet laugh. Your back settles against the wall with a soft smack and his mouth is inching closer and closer to your own when you finally come back into it and rejoin the moment.

Everyone who ever told you the whole process is intense definitely weren’t lying. Because you were still trying to process. You were still clutching at straws as far as self-restraint went. Bucky clears his throat. “I need ya to focus, doll. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yeah.” you stammer out your answer and you swallow hard, a needy whine escaping to be swallowed up by his mouth when it crashes against your own at long last. You’re clinging to him and you’re trying so hard to do whatever you can to make yourself as lightweight as possible for him. 

Bucky, of course, picks up on this. As the kiss breaks, he bites his lip and stares at you with lust blown eyes for seconds that seem to stretch and linger forever. His forehead rests against your own lightly and you can’t help but notice as he’s staring at you that somehow, during all of this taking place, your breathing pattern has managed to sync up with his own. He chuckles as soon as he realizes this too. His hands are all over you and finally, they settle across your ass and this rubs you up against him a time or two. He may or may not be doing it deliberately. You’re still pretty tense so he chuckles quietly and mumbles against your mouth calmly, “Will ya relax, doll? I gotcha. You’re not as heavy as you think. And I’m strong.”

“Well I know that, but I…” you stammer and your words die away as you go quiet again and look down for just a few seconds, lost in thought.

How did you tell him that in the past, you’ve had lovers who insinuated that picking you up or carrying you in any form might hurt them and wasn’t worth the hassle? You barely know the man -outside of the rabbit hole you went down after you developed a crush on him thanks to his exhibit at the museum. 

You blink in surprise when he nips at your bottom lip and states calmly. In his gentlest version of his firm and no nonsense tone, he argues against what you’ve just been thinking.

“They were weak, doll. I’m not. And I wanna hold you right now, alright? It’s… Keeping me calm too.” Bucky takes several ragged breaths as soon as he’s admitted this out loud. You melt into the way he’s holding you even more and he gives a quiet growl at the way it feels to have your soft and small frame molded against his larger and firmer one. The contrast has his cock threatening to burst through the sweatpants he’s wearing and the thoughts that fill his mind are enough to make you blush as soon as they somehow manage to bombard your mind as well.

“I wouldn’t object. I’m yours. All you have to do is take me...”

He swallows hard. You bite your lip and cringe a little because you didn’t realize you’d said the words out loud until you felt him buck himself against you and his mouth collides with yours all over again. His tongue sweeps past the barrier of your lips and takes dominance of the kiss and you raise a hand, tangling it in his hair after you’ve tugged it free from the messy ponytail he had it thrown into.

You can’t help the thought that comes next, despite having proof positive that he can hear your thoughts and it’s probably best to censor them at least a little bit. If I thought he looked sexy in the uniform with the short hair, oh my god, I was wrong.. The thought comes and it won’t go away.

And you can tell by the way he nips at your lips and deepens the kiss even more as his grip on your body tightens and he manages to buck himself against you a few more times that yes, he’s heard what you just thought.

“Gotta get you out of here, darlin. Yes or no?” the question is breathed against your mouth and you whimper out a shaky “Yes.” as Bucky starts to carry you out of the room and down the hallway with no hesitation. He stops as you turn a corner in the hallway and you wind up sitting on top of a hallway table as he steps between your legs and you wrap them around his body all over again.

You’re both starting to sweat just a little. Your hands are all over him, one lowering to the waistband of his black sweatpants as you give an impatient whimper and you gaze up at him with a begging look. His forehead settles against your own and he mutters quietly, “As soon as we’re in my suite, sweetheart.. Ugh, the things I want to do to you.”

“Hm?” you purr as your head falls back and his mouth settles against your neck and throat. You can feel his teeth graze and tug against your skin and you whine, rocking yourself into him with more need and force, anything to even try to appease the blinding ache settled deep into your cunt. He rocks himself right back against you just as clumsily. He’s carrying you down the hall again, you’re practically draped across him, your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. His arms settled below your ass and the scent of you getting sweeter and sweeter by the second.

If he weren’t so diligent with self control he’d snap right here, right now. He knows it. He can feel himself slipping closer and closer to it as it is. It feels like the walk to his suite takes a thousand years but in reality it only takes a minute, -two tops, and he’s coming to a stop in front of the door to it. Your back meets the door with a soft smack and his nose nuzzles against the base of your throat as he lets you rock and rub against him as much as you need to. Because it’s keeping both of you as calm as you can get for the time being. He takes a deep breath, inhaling your sweet scent and his fangs attempt to prick through his gums. It prompts him to grip your body tighter and in a daze, he pushes open the door to his suite, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

He locks all three locks on the door and sits you on top of the dresser, catching your face in his hands and caressing it as he gazes at you in soft lust. “You’re stayin here… You want to, right?” he laughs quietly and shakes his head, going quiet to stare down at you as he leans into you all over again. Your legs circle his waist and your arms wrap around his neck as you smile up at him. “Kind of turned me on the way you said it the first time.” you admitted with a soft laugh as you grip his chest and raise up, crashing your mouth against his as one of your hands drops between your bodies, your fingers catch in the waistband of his sweats before you can stop to think or censor yourself properly. You pull him closer and the quiet groan escapes before he can stop it. His forehead rests against yours again and he gazes down at the way your small and delicate fingers drag slowly over his abdomen while biting his lip. “If ya keep it up, darlin..” Bucky warns in a low gasp, “You’ll be pregnant, I swear to God.” he rocks himself into you a lot clumsier.

The coolness of his metal hand against your heated skin only makes you melt against him as you gaze up and swallow hard. Flooded because of what he’s just said and the way he can’t stop kissing or touching you. Your hands are all over him too. You tug at his ponytail, pulling it free to run your fingers through his hair and he latches onto your neck, the spot of unbroken and unmarked skin covering your scent glands drawing him like a magnet. Before he really stops to think about it and pull himself together because he’s entirely too caught in the moment and he’s not thinking about anything but how much he needs you and wants you, he’s tilting your head so that the area is exposed to him even more. He licks his lips and growls quietly as his eyes settle on you.

“If you don’t want this, doll..” his voice is shaky as he says it, but you don’t hesitate. You whimper and rock into him in need as your hand settles on his shoulder and the other one on his hip, fingers digging against firm muscle. He licks his lips, takes a few more very shaky breaths.

It’s literally everything he’s ever secretly wanted and at one point in time, felt he was too broken and too fucked up to have. Now there’s hope.

Now there’s you.

His mouth closes over the patch of skin and his teeth sink in. The rush of the bite takes over your entire being and you melt against him, whimpering and whining until your whines die away. He tilts your head to make you look at him again and he wipes a hand across the back of his mouth as he takes several long and deep breaths. 

He plucks you off the top of the dresser and you wrap yourself around him. You’re tossed onto his bed and he follows your body down, settling over you, his mouth and his hands all over your body. Slow and careful. Several times he stops to look at you when you whimper or your breath catches in your throat as if he’s worried that he’s hurting you somehow.

“Bucky, p-please.” you choke out. “I’m not made of glass. I promise you’re not hurting me.” you reach out and take his stubbled jawline in your hand as you mutter quietly, “I trust you. I trust you, okay? You won’t hurt me.”

Bucky nods and swallows hard, letting your words settle and resonate.

You trust him. You really don’t know him at all and somehow, you trust him.

He gives you a soft smile and nods again. “We keep goin, darlin.. You know what it means, yeah?” he asks, unable to bring himself to fully ask the question he desperately wants to -and needs to hear your answer to more than anything, the way he phrases it is as close as he dares to get.

Your answer is to rock against him and whine even more urgently, snagging a finger in the ball chain around his neck that contains his old dog tags. You use your grip on the chain to pull his mouth against your mouth all over again because you need to feel his mouth against your own.

His tongue parts your lips and collides with yours and he growls quietly, a full body shiver racing through him. He can feel his cock getting even harder, almost painful -a blinding ache, and all he can think about is how badly he wants to bury himself deep inside you and get lost. 

He’s rocking himself against you clumsily, each time your bodies rub together he can feel a fresh coat of slick pooling at those little silk shorts you’re wearing. There’s too much in the way between his sweats and your strappy little tank top and the shorts. You're grabbing at the waistband of his sweats all over again and pleading with him, so he raises up and slips off the bed, tugging down his sweats and letting them settle at his ankles, kicking them free.

He’s settled back on top of you in the blink of an eye, his mouth against your mouth and his hands all over you. Catching in the waistband of those little silk shorts as he starts to tug them down your legs without once breaking the kiss, not even to breathe.

The kiss finally breaks and your shorts slip down to your ankle. You shake them off and they settle on the floor next to his bed. The strappy little tank top is pulled off your body as soon as he pulls away enough to let you sit up so he can get it off your body and this is tossed into the floor with the rest of your clothes. Bucky’s focus is back on you entirely and he gazes down at you in adoration and licks his lips slowly as he starts to lick, kiss and nip his way down your body, stopping to gaze up at you when you start to become even more vocal and you’re squirming around and desperately trying to rock your body against his moving mouth with sheer abandon. He watches as your eyes flutter open and closed, the way your small frame arches, graceful and easy. He bites back a low growl at the way the scent of you is strong enough by now that he’s practically drooling and dying to lick you clean so he can get himself a much better taste.

Your hands catch in dark hair and you tug at it as his tongue circles your navel and he gives a quiet chuckle when your stomach tenses because his beard against your skin tickles and burns at the same time. He stops to gaze up at you and watch the way you’re already desperate and needy for him, a whimpering and writhing mess, a pool of your juices dripping down and settling in a puddle on top of his weighted blanket already. “Fuck.” he mutters in a lust filled daze as he raises up and rubs his chin, “So wet for me, darlin. That’s good. Good girl.”

His stubble grazes against the insides of your thighs and your back arches away from the bed as the fingers on one hand tug at his hair and the other hand grips at the comforter. You suck in a sharp breath as the warmth of his thick tongue drags over your skin. Your legs fall open wider and he groans against your thigh. “That’s it, doll.” he mutters in a daze. His tongue circles your clit as he slips a finger inside your heat, working you open. You rock yourself against his finger as he pumps it in and out, adding a second finger as his mouth latches on to your clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue. You’re squirming and clutching at his hair and the harder you tug, the faster his fingers work your heat, strumming up against your spot a time or two. It’s enough that you can feel your stomach tighten and your body starting to tense up as your orgasm starts to build.

“Oh. Oh,mmm. Yeah.” you gasp out the words as your body arches towards him. Bucky pauses and glances up at you, licking his lips as he smirks. The cockier side is coming through in spades now. He’s gotten his head around the fact that this is happening and you want to be bonded to him.

“How’s that feel, darlin?”

“So good, ahhh. Oh fuck. Faster.” you moan out the words as his finger strums up against your spot all over again. Your body tenses up just a little more when Bucky does as you ask, working his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt a little faster. He’s rocking himself against the mattress as he does because watching you take his fingers and feeling the way your pussy squeezes around them so tight has him dying to know what it’ll feel like when it’s his cock being squeezed instead.

He’s growling quietly as he lowers his head and his tongue joins the third finger he’s buried in your heat. You whimper and the sound punctures the silence in his suite as Bucky continues to fuck you with his tongue and fingers, stretching you out. “Gonna feel so..” he groans out against your pelvic mound as he starts to slow down to let you back away from the edge just a little, “Good to bury my cock in you, doll.”

“Bucky, please?” you’re begging for friction, for him to go a little faster, anything to help your orgasm shatter through but he’s not going to oblige you. Not yet. He’s trying to get you ready to take him.

“Just a little longer, darlin. I promise.” Bucky grunts against your inner thigh as he licks up the way your juices flow down freely before burying his tongue inside of you all over again. You’re whimpering and shaking by this point, barely holding on, with each touch or lick threatening to make you come undone and you’re so fucking wet his fingers barely stay in. He can feel the way your body is reacting to his fingers and his tongue and their combined motions and he’s nearly pushed to his own personal brink.

He stops himself just when your shaking intensifies to a point where he knows you literally can’t hold it together any longer. Pulls himself up your body and crashes his mouth against your own as his thick length grazes against your wet inner thigh and his hands roam all over your body. He can’t stop touching you, it’s almost as if he still can’t believe this is all happening.

The thick tip of his cock grazes against your opening, pushing and you whine impatiently, catching his face in your hands as you pull his mouth against your own. “P-please? C’mon, I need it.”

The raw edge to your words has him locking eyes with you and swallowing hard. “Don’t let me hurt you, kitten.” his tone comes out quiet and gravelly. It’s enough to make you even wetter. His tip pushes in and you tense just a little. Bucky’s eyes settle on yours and he goes still, peppering hot little kisses and bites against your skin until he can feel you starting to relax a little. Just the way your walls grip even the tip of his cock so tight have him feeling as if he’ll explode. His hand caresses your cheek and he rolls his thumb over your soft skin.

The way your small frame presses against his larger one is perfect. It’s heaven. It’s going to be an addiction, he’s already aware of this. “Are you okay, doll?”

You nod and cling to him just a little tighter, taking a shaky breath or two. “More, Bucky. C’mon.. I need it.”

He pushes in a little further, pausing the second he feels your walls clamp around his thick and veiny length. Kissing you on your neck and face, smoothing his hand over your hair and your face as his forehead presses into yours. “Fuck.” he chokes out the word, “You’re takin me so well, kitten. Think you’re okay to take a little more?”

You exhale and nod. “Please?” you beg. “Wanna be.. Fuck..” your words fall away as his cock buries inside you just a little more. Past the knot now and you’re locked together. You whine and rock yourself against him until you feel the cool metal of his hand settle against your hip as he gives it a little squeeze to get you still again. “Mine.” he groans out the word as his mouth dances over your skin. His eyes meet yours and he licks his lips. You’re relaxing a little more, so he starts to pound you. Slow and steady. You try to meet his thrusts with your own, you’re trying to speed him up, chasing the friction you crave so bad you can taste it. His body pins yours flat against the bed and his hand captures both of yours to hold them against the pillow. He raises up a little and gazes down, watching the way his cock pushes softly against your belly as he fills you completely, locked in place. “Doll, ahhh.” he groans the words against your neck as he lowers himself again, adding in a quieter growl, “I’m gonna fill you up. Is that what you want,hm?”

You nod eagerly. “Please, baby?” you beg as your hips meet his with each deep drive. Your walls clench his cock a little tighter and he tenses up as he tries to fight off his own approaching orgasm.

But it’s hard because your pussy clamps down even more. Bucky fucks into you faster and deeper and his mouth buries against your mouth. His grip on your body is bruising but it’s not on purpose. “Shit. Doll, holy shit, you were made for me, huh?” he marvels and his words are swallowed by a deep kiss that almost doesn’t break quickly enough for you both to remember to breathe. 

“C’mon.” you coax as your own orgasm grows more imminent, blurring your vision with little dots as you cling to him almost helplessly. “Cum inside me, please?”

Bucky swallows hard and chuckles. It’s really all he’s been thinking about since he brought you to his suite. Well, that and the shock and awe that came with the realization that this was finally happening. 

“If that’s what you want, doll.” his lips meet your forehead softly and he slows down. It’s an attempt to hold off just a little longer. But he knows he can’t hold off much longer, not with the way you take his cock. Not when he looks down and he can see the way your tight little cunt takes his cock when each thrust sends it pushing up against your abdomen. 

“Now, please?” you’re begging breathlessly, shaking. A whimpering and wet mess pinned beneath him and you can’t hold off any longer. You need to feel his hot sticky seed as it fills you. You want him to breed you but it’s something you can’t -or won’t, mention just yet.

Soon, though.

You want to belong to your true Alpha in every sense of the word.

Bucky’s cock twitches and he sucks in a sharp breath as he starts to fuck into you faster and deeper, his hips beat against yours in an almost bruising pace that he makes up for with soft kisses against your skin, your mouth and your neck and gentle,quiet and coaxing praise. 

“You’re takin me so well, darlin. Fuck. Oh yeah. C’mon, kitten.. Let go. Let me have it.” and you need no urging, your orgasm shatters through and leaves you clinging to his body as he fucks into you frantically, trying to chase his own. The way your cunt throbs as it clenches and milks his cock sends him over the edge right after you and he slams his cock into you as deep as he thinks you can handle, bottoming out. Striking against your spot as he growls against your neck and he throbs, emptying out inside of you.

He falls to the bed and reaches out for you, pulling you so that you lie on top of him and he stares up at you, breathless and in a daze as he caresses your face and pulls you into a deep and gentle kiss. “You need to rest, kitten.”

Rough hands squeezed my hips. I tensed, rolling my eyes almost the second Tommaso muttered against the shell of my ear, “Hey princess. If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?”

“Drop dead, Ciampa.” I wasted no time in retorting, stepping away from him and putting a safe distance between our bodies. “Not in a thousand lifetimes, no. Nope.” I made sure that when I said it, I was firm.

“Aw, c’mon. Don’t be like that.” I didn’t have to turn and look at Tommaso to know that he was giving me that amused smirk. The one that insists he’s only humoring each and every single time I tell him in no uncertain terms that I wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole.

,,It’s an unfortunate side effect to being told you’re god’s gift.” I reminded myself as I turned to face him, a hand resting against my hip and the other one wound up in my hair, a clear look of exasperation on my face. “Like what, exactly? I’m just being honest. I can’t help that I loathe the ground you walk on. Didn’t you get enough defeat tonight when Timothy Thatcher made you his bitch? Are you seriously looking for more? Because if so, “I smirked as I raised the glass to my lips and took a sip before continuing, “You found it.”

Tommaso seemed amused by this. I, however, was not amused. In fact, this entire situation was starting to get on my last nerve. Just to further drive home the point that I’d literally rather be talking to anyone in the bar right now than him, I began to let my eyes drift around. I think I felt myself starting to panic just a little when I didn’t see anybody else from our roster. I fidgeted a little.

And then, my eyes happened to settle on Timothy Thatcher, who was engaged in a heated conversation with Marcel and Fabian towards the back. I licked my lips, shocked as ever at the ease it took to get lost in the depths of brown eyes. He seemed to pick up on my staring because he glanced up, his eyes darting around the bar.

Settling on me.

Intently. As our eyes locked on each other, he bit his lip, raising a hand to drag it over his head. Holding my gaze steady. His eyes finally break from mine to roam up and down my body slowly. And as they did, I could feel my thighs practically rolling right off of each other. The realization that I was dripping made me clench them together a little, afraid that if I didn’t, I was going to drip everywhere.

I squirmed around a little under his gaze and in my distraction, Tommaso stepped just a little closer. And he caught on to the fact that I wasn’t paying him a lick of attention and followed my gaze, letting his gaze settle on Timothy too.

“That guy, princess? The one guy who couldn’t want you less if he tried? I mean… it’s cute the way you’re always flirting with him and shit, but… Maybe you should consider using that energy on somebody more… Well, more deserving.” Tommaso was flashing me that lewd grin as he spoke and I cringed, backing myself away at the way his fingers curled beneath my chin.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” I hissed, starting to both get angry and panic at the same time. I wasn’t stupid. I know that 9 out of 10, Tommaso is nowhere near brave enough to pull something, especially not here. But it was that one percent that I couldn’t be entirely sure about the guy in the current setting that I was uneasy about the most. Despite it, I tried my best not to seem bothered or afraid. I was clearly going to have to deal with this on my own and mentally, I was kicking myself for ever even speaking to Tommaso Ciampa in the first place, because that had to be why he was popping up everywhere I happened to be lately.

“Just one dance, babydoll. One. I promise you’ll like it better than being ignored repeatedly.” Tommaso was doing his best to try and charm me and for a few seconds, I may have briefly toyed with that one dance. He did make a very good point. No matter what I tried to do, no matter how many small little subtle gestures I made to clue Timothy Thatcher into the fact that it was him I wanted unconditionally, my efforts always went ignored or unnoticed.

It was something I wasn’t used to and definitely something I wasn’t fond of. It actually kind of hurt a little. And did it ever frustrate me to no end.

I was dumb enough to step forward a little, but that quickly changed when Tommaso gave me that knowing smirk and went to step closer to me.. Acting as if he were going to wrap his arms around me. My common sense came rushing back and I laughed, stepping back and shaking my head. “Kick rocks, Ciampa. I’d rather not dance at all than dance with you.”

“I’m telling you, princess. This is a one night only offer. If I walk away…” Tommaso chuckled, shaking his head at me as he crossed his arms. He continued, “The offer is off the table. Do yourself a favor here… Stop wasting your energy on Thatcher, who couldn’t want you less if he tried. Give me a shot, babydoll.”

“First of all, you fuckin numpty, I have an actual name. It’s not babydoll or princess or whatever the hell else you’ve been calling me lately. It’s Eva. E V A. How fucking hard is it to say a 3 letter name, padre?”

I popped a bubble with my cotton candy flavored gum and rolled my eyes in disdain before I chose to address his concerns over how I chose to ‘waste my time’. “Secondly, asshole… I want what I want. And that happens to be Timothy Thatcher. And if I don’t get him? I’m damn sure not settling for anything less.. Which in this case, means you. So.. If you wanna just kindly fuck right off now…” I trailed off, giving a mocked apologetic shrug. I stepped back and turned around, promptly finding myself body to body with Timothy Thatcher.

And he had this amused look on his face.

Like he might have heard the whole thing.

I gulped as his eyes settled on me and his hands tentatively gripped at my hips. In a hushed tone he told me, “We’ll talk about what you just said as soon as I’m done with this, doll.” before putting himself in front of me and squaring up, his fists clenched tight at his sides as he and Tommaso had themselves a rather intense staredown, chests brushing together.

My thighs clenched so tight that I could feel them aching.

“We discussed this, Ciampa. You know what you were told.” Timothy’s eyes had a dangerous gleam in them as he practically growled the words at Tommaso. At his words, I found myself gazing back and forth between the two men, tension filling my body as I tried to pick up on all the context I was apparently missing right now.

“Yeah, and you know what I told you too, Thatcher. Your name’s not tattooed on her pretty little body anywhere. You were draggin ass so I decided why not shoot my shot.” Tommaso gave Timothy a light shove.

I stepped back a little, biting my lip and clearing my throat.

“Both of you. Hey! Whoa! I’m not a fucking Barbie toy in a Happy Meal. Can we just maybe.. Not?” I spoke up, folding my arms over my chest as I gazed at both men.

Cautiously, I pressed myself up against Timothy’s body essentially putting myself right between the two men all over again. “He’s not worth it, it’s too easy.” I muttered in the hopes that Timothy would hear me and stop to think about what was happening. He heard me, because he answered in a deathly calm tone, “ You’re going to want to move, doll.”

“Timothy, no.” I insisted, staying put.

“Fine. I’ll move you myself.” Timothy stated firmly, not tearing his eyes off of Tommaso. He guided me out of the way and they were body to body again, squared up. Tommaso chuckled. “Now you want her. Typical.”

“I wanted her before, shitstain. Not that it’s your business.”

I nearly choked on air as soon as I heard what he’d said. I bit my lip, fidgeting. Letting out a long sigh of relief when out of nowhere, Marcel, Fabian and Walter made their way over, Walter immediately getting the two men apart and taking over the situation.

Tommaso stormed off.

I stood there, practically squirming. My hand raised to drag through my hair and my eyes darted around the crowded bar. I literally knew everything I’d been dying to know and here I was, considering a good old fashioned bolt for the hills in panic.

Marcel and Fabian cleared out next, leaving me all alone with Timothy. My eyes darted for the doors leading out to the parking lot. Timothy’s gaze followed mine and he shook his head, stepping closer.

Reaching out for my wrist cautiously. Tentatively. Almost as if he were as unsure of this entire thing that was unfolding as I currently was. “ Oh no you don’t.” he chuckled in amusement, shaking his head as I stared up at him, pretty much speechless.

“I thought..” I stammered, grumbling at myself and falling silent because no matter what I tried to say, nothing would come out. All I could do was stare up at him, my heart about to pound right out of my chest.

,, you know this is a sure thing. You heard what he told Tommaso. He’s not the kind of man who would say it if he didn’t mean it.” my brain was practically screaming it at me and yet, I still couldn’t find the boldness or the moxy I seemed to have when I’d just be flirting with him and stuff before I heard him say how he felt.

“You heard what I told Tommaso. I know you did. I didn’t try to hide it. Just like you didn’t try to hide what you told him before you knew I was standing right behind you. I think we have a lot to talk about.”

I took a shaky breath or two and nodded. We did have a lot to talk about. “Yeah. I heard you.”

Finally! My mouth was going to work!

“And I heard you. Every.Single.Word.” Timothy’s fingers tucked beneath my chin, tilting it up so that I had to meet his gaze. I gulped. This was immediately followed by a few shaky breaths as I desperately tried to get some form of composure.

He licked his lips as his eyes fixed on my mouth and before I could stop myself, I whimpered quietly. Squirmed a little under the intent and heated gaze. My stomach rolled over lazily, a heat settling nicely in the pit of it.

He took a deep breath and closed the distance between our bodies. The hand tentatively gripping my hip dug in just a little more and when he took a breath, it was ragged. I looked up at him, waiting. Knowing I should probably say something, wanting to ask a million different questions, the biggest being that if he felt that way, why ignore me for weeks?

But again, nothing came.

“Were you being serious? When you said it..” Timothy’s eyes searched mine, almost as if he were looking for any kind of sign that I hadn’t been serious. That I hadn’t literally thrown myself at the man for weeks now without a good reason. I got the distinct feeling that him hearing me admit it so freely to Tommaso wasn’t something he was used to. It caught him by surprise. I also got the feeling that maybe, he was freaking out a little too.

“What part of literally everything I’ve been doing have you missed?” I didn’t even realize I’d asked the question out loud as opposed to merely thinking it until he raised his hand, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. The tension he normally carried seemed to melt away just a little. This in turn made me realize that I was clenched up pretty tight at the moment too and I took a deep breath, just kind of relaxing and letting myself melt against him.

Carefully.

Glancing up at him the entire time just to be absolutely sure he was okay with it.

His arm slipped around my waist and his fingers dug into my lower back as he pulled me closer. Staring down at me thoughtfully. Hungry look in his eyes. A quiet chuckle shattered heavy silence and I took a ragged breath, biting my lip as my eyes settled on his mouth. When I licked my lips, he squeezed my lower back, leaning down. Mumbling against the shell of my ear, “Oh, I didn’t miss any of it. I just thought you were a little tease.”

I pouted up at him, pretending to be hurt. “You’ve got me there.” I gave a soft laugh. I couldn’t deny it, he had me dead to rights. Before he came along and joined the roster, I used to flirt carelessly. Whenever someone caught my eye.

And then, Tim came along and managed to catch my attention… and hold it.

He chuckled, amused. And then the sound died away and he was staring at me again. That hungry look in his eyes only getting hungrier as they broke from mine and roamed my entire body. Slowly. I definitely felt like I was being undressed under the gaze. Just the thought had me squirming again, my thighs squeezing tighter as covertly as I could manage to do it.

“See something you like, Thatcher?”

“Only everything, doll.” the sound of his voice had me barely biting back a whimper as his eyes made their way back up my body to meet mine again. He pressed into me a little more, rough hands ghosting up and down my sides and I let myself melt against him completely. Giggling softly against the front of his shirt, “Hey, look at you.. Dancing and stuff.”

“Is that what we’re doing right now?” Tim mused, tucking his fingers beneath my chin to make me look up at him. I held his gaze, toying with the front of his tee shirt as I licked my lips.

“Keep it up, doll.” Tim muttered, his head tilting down slightly, his mouth brushing right against the corner of mine clumsily. When I nipped at his lip, he ground me against him. A sharp hiss escaped my lips as I felt the way he was straining against the jeans he was wearing already.

“Can’t believe you came out lookin like that.” the slightly teasing jealous tone to his voice didn’t go missed by me and I shrugged. “I wore it to do interviews tonight, just came straight here because I needed a good stiff drink… No thanks to you.”

Timothy chuckled. His hands moved down my sides, settling across my ass, grinding me right against him all over again as he stared me down intently. “I didn’t do anything.”

“The hell you didn’t! That whole match was.. Whew. It was an experience, okay?” I pulled away a little, making him pout. Fanning myself. Flirting a little bit more now because finally, it was starting to sink in.

This was a sure thing.

“An experience. I like that.” he laughed quietly, his mouth brushing right against mine as he did so, pulling away a little to smirk.

“So what line did Ciampa use tonight?” he asked after a few seconds passed, both of us dazed, dancing slow, my body melting into his and his arms around me. Tight. Like he didn’t want to let me go.

I cringed as I remembered Ciampa’s opening line and shook my head. “It was stupid. So fucking corny…”

“I wanna know, doll.”

I raised a brow as I gazed up at him. “Okay, here goes. He asked me if he said I had a beautiful body, would I hold it against him. He’s lucky I didn’t drive my stiletto through his nuts.”

“He’s lucky I haven’t killed him yet.” Timothy shook his head, letting out a low whistle and laughing. “He seriously used that line. Of all the lines. He went with that one.”

“Yeah.” I muttered, shaking my head. Timothy’s smile was infectious enough that it had me smiling a little. The awkwardness at him overhearing what he had practically falling away as we talked. Giving a teasing little pout, I eyed him. Letting my eyes roam his body slowly this time. Taking my time and really sizing up every inch of the man towering over me. I dragged a finger down the center of his chest, giving a soft giggle at the way I felt a little shiver race through him as I did so. “You could do better?” I questioned as his fingers dug into my body even more, giving me a good squeeze.

The squeeze only made me rub right against him all over again. My breath hitched and I gulped as he tilted my chin to make me look at him again, chuckling in amusement.

“I know I can do better, doll.” he stated. One of his hands drifted down, resting across my ass, gripping and squeezing and making me rub against him more. Harder. Until my breath was coming in shaky and short pants. I almost whimpered but somehow, I barely managed to stop myself.

“Let’s hear it then.”

He chuckled and shook his head. I pouted, giving him my best pleading eyes. “C’mon, you’ve already said you could do better…”

“Okay.” Timothy’s hands were moving up and down my sides again, almost as if doing so would either calm him down or make it easier for him to say whatever he wanted to say. It also made me really melt and mold myself against him. If I melted against him any more, I’d be draped over the poor guy, but honestly, I wasn’t worried about it at the moment. “C’mon.. Please?” I pleaded quietly.

He leaned in a little. The way he stepped closer as if he were going to tell me a secret had me pushed right against the wall of the bar and he was still pressing against me. I gasped a little as I felt his cock twitching, getting even harder and I wound up digging my fingers into broad shoulders as I raised my arms to wrap them around his neck.

His lips lazily brushed up against mine as he mumbled quietly, “ They say the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body… So.. do you wanna fight?”

I whimpered as his tongue brushed right against my lips, a shiver passing through my body. I had to hold on tighter, because it felt like all the bones left my body and I barely managed to  gasp out the word “Yes.”

His fingers dug into my body as his grip on me tightened and he pressed himself into me even more, putting my back firmly against the wall. I raised one of my legs to his hip and his hand roamed down, resting on my thigh, holding my leg in place. His tongue slipped between my lips and my mouth fell open willingly, my tongue in a desperate frenzy to meet his, tangling with it. I don’t know who did it first, but we wound up rubbing against each other several times as the kiss deepened to a point where I was starting to feel lightheaded. The more I rubbed against him, the wetter I got. I whimpered and whined into the kiss, making him chuckle.

Every single touch. Every single rub of our bodies against each other.. It all felt overwhelming. All I wanted was for him to get me out of the bar. Get me somewhere more private.

“Get me out of here.” I gasped out against his lips as we pulled apart to breathe and attempt to pull ourselves together. I could feel my lips swelling, a dull ache settling in. They were going to be a little bruised, I could already tell.

“Get you outta here, hm?” he chuckled as he closed the distance between our mouths again, capturing mine in a deep and greedy kiss filled with nipping teeth, his tongue dominating mine the second our mouths connected again. I dug my fingers into his shoulders just to even attempt staying upright, rubbing myself against him frantically. Something in him snapped and as soon as we pulled apart to breathe again, he was scooping me up and walking towards the door with one goal in mind. And just the realization had me dripping. My thighs aching because up to this point, I’d been squeezing them together as hard as possible and it fucking hurt.

Wordlessly, he hurried out the doors of the bar and across the parking lot, stopping to sit me on top of the hood of his car as he dug for the keys, swearing when he didn’t immediately pull them out of his pocket. I gave a soft giggle and wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him. Licking my lips as I stared up at his intently.

His kisses were going to make me an addict, I could feel it in my bones.

“Are you sure you want me to do that, doll?” his words came in a breathy pant against my mouth as his mouth buried in mine again and his teeth latched onto my bottom lip. The hood on the car  was cold beneath my ass. If I’d hoped it might cool me down any, I was sadly mistaken.

When  I rocked myself against him, he groaned, bucking himself into me as he raised one hand and caressed my cheek, pulling my mouth even deeper into the kiss. His other hand moved over my thigh, squeezing just a little more  with each time our bodies made contact. Disappearing up the hem of my dress and drawing a whimper out of me as soon as I felt it moving higher up my thigh.

“We should definitely get you out of here, doll. Because right now, I can’t control myself.” Timothy muttered lazily, his mouth breaking from mine to trail down my neck when I tilted my head, exposing it to him. His lips latched onto my skin and I shivered at the contact. As he left mark after mark on my neck, his hand settled palm down against my center, squeezing and rubbing, a throaty growl swallowed by the meeting of our mouths all over again when he realized just how wet I was already.

“Yeah, we’re leaving. Now.” he scooped me off the hood and after unlocking the passenger door, he sat me down in the passenger seat. As he went to raise up and shut the door, I couldn’t resist pulling him down again, pulling his mouth back against mine all over again as my hand palmed at the bulge strained hard against his jeans. He rocked his hips against my hand and nipped at my mouth, one of his hands skimming up my inner thigh, rubbing my cunt all over again. “This isn’t getting us to the hotel any faster, doll.” he pointed out and I bit my lip as we pulled apart to breathe, staring at each other hungrily.

“But I don’t wanna stop.” I pouted up at him. He leaned down, gripping at my jawline, pulling my mouth against his greedily. “You don’t, huh? Is that so?”

I nodded. His hand crept back up my inner thigh, finger trailing right down my center and sending another shiver racing through me. He pulled away and I pouted up at him all over again. He shut the door and walked around to the driver side, getting into it. The car started and he took off. One hand left the wheel and settled between my thighs. I whimpered, rocking myself against the wandering hand. My hand settled in his lap, palming at the way he strained against his jeans, making him growl quietly as he came to a stop under the stoplight.

His hips snapped against the movements of my hands and his hand squeezed my cunt. I bit my lip and whimpered, rocking against the way he rubbed me, eager for even a shred of friction. It still wasn’t enough.

We were within sight of the hotel when I decided to take things up just a notch. I leaned across the console and danced my lips up the side of his neck, latching on a little. He groaned and as soon as the car pulled to a stop in the parking lot of the hotel, he was rubbing me harder, growling at the way I kept getting wetter and wetter. “So wet, doll.” he muttered in a daze as his mouth met mine all over again, a rough and biting, needy kiss. His free hand was all over me, finally stopping at the back of my neck, thick fingers tangling in my hair and using his grip on my neck to pull my mouth against his even more.

“If you don’t take me inside, Timothy..” I gasped into the kiss, a needy whimper leaving my lips right after because I felt his fingers brush soaked fabric aside, trailing right down my center, teasing me. I shivered at the way it felt. The way he was deliberately managing to push every single hot button I had.

And hours ago, I found myself in wonder, I didn’t think he knew I existed, beyond the interviews I’ve had to do with him. Because he certainly managed to make it seem that way every single time I tried to get his attention otherwise…

He chuckled quietly. “What are you gonna do, doll?” teasing me. I squirmed as his finger trailed back over my center brazenly, and then started to drag slowly around my clit, circling the bundle of nerves lazily. Staring into my eyes the entire time, daring me to do something with this smirk on his face.

Oh, I was most definitely going to pay for months of teasing tonight. I could feel it.

“Please.” I whined, rocking myself against his finger and making him groan quietly when he felt me getting even wetter. After another long and breathless kiss, he was cutting off the car’s engine and getting out. Hurrying around to my side and throwing the door open. Wasting no time in scooping me up into his arms after a few seconds of swearing and grumbling because the seatbelt was stuck.

I giggled against his neck as he jogged across the parking lot. Stopping at the doors leading into the hotel to put my back right against brick, conquering my mouth all over again hungrily. One of his hands disappearing beneath the hem of my dress. My legs squeezed his waist and I threaded my fingers through his hair, rubbing myself against him as much as I could.

“You’re sure, right?” he gasped the words when we broke apart to breathe. I nodded, pulling his mouth back against mine all over again greedily. “I need you.”

“You need me, hm, doll?” he gazed at me, licking his lips. I nodded. Catching hold of his jaw and mumbling against his lips quietly, “Now.”

“Kind of bossy, are we? Especially given the fact that you’ve been teasing me for months now.” he chuckled, teasing as we stepped into the lobby.

It felt as if it took a million years to get to the floor his room was on. But once we did, my back was against the hotel door and as he slid the keycard, his mouth roamed over my neck, down the front of my throat as he bucked himself against me over and over again.

He pushed the door open, stepping through. I was tugging at his shirt as he tossed me down on the bed, leaning down over me as he sank to his knees, spreading my legs wide and licking his lips as his eyes settled on me all over again, making his way up my body for another kiss, his hand settling beneath my dress, the quiet tear of my panties seeming amplified as he ripped them away, tossed them into the floor.

He pushed my dress up and out of the way, letting me pull it over my head before turning his attention to my bra, tearing it away easily and tossing it out into the room as soon as he’d gotten it away from my body.

I went for the button on his jeans impatiently, giving him a begging look that had him raising up, unzipping his jeans, letting them pool on the floor at his ankles and then kicking them free.I rose to my knees, dragging a fingertip along his abdomen, making him shiver at the touch. Slowly tugging at the waistband of his boxers until he leaned down, fingers curling beneath my jawline to guide my mouth back against his all over again as he slipped onto the bed, carefully pushing me onto my back. He let his boxers hit the floor and I squirmed, eyes going wide at the sight of how fucking thick he was once his cock sprang free.

His hand curled around it, dragging it between my folds almost the second he was pressing himself into me, pinning me against the mattress. I moaned as he sank into me, hips snapping slowly against my body, his hand catching hold of both of mine, holding them so that I couldn’t move them, earning him a pout from me.

“That’s..” I gasped as his mouth crashed against mine again and again, “Not fair.”

He chuckled. “Not fair, huh? Correct me if I’m wrong here,” he groaned out as his mouth broke from mine to trail down the front of my throat, nipping at skin everywhere he let his lips linger long enough to do so, “But you’re the one who touched and touched and teased for months now.”. I could feel the marks he was leaving behind on my body already starting to form and I shuddered, going clingy as best as I could against him considering that he was holding both my hands completely still with each deep drive into me.

“Timothy, I..” I moaned, my back arching and my head falling back, my eyes fluttering open and closed as he continued to piston in and out, making me grip his sides with my legs and dig the heels of each foot into the comforter just to attempt easing the ache, the frustration of all the teasing he was putting me through.

It was too much. And somehow, also not enough.

His mouth found mine again, our lips latching onto each others as he buried himself even deeper inside, slowing down his thrusts, the soft smacking sounds of our lips meeting over and over again accompanied by my needy whimpers as I tried to rock against him, begging for it.

Harder. Faster.

Neither of which he was willing to indulge me.