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Selina Kyle + Leather 

she always knew how to get under his skin , finding something that gains her more control over the situation than him . his tongue is pressed against his cheek as he presses his back against the chair , watching the interaction between her and her brother . "you know , being murdered actually sounds way better than dealing with you ." benji keeps his voice quiet , mostly speaking through his teeth . "i'm gonna find a way to leave soon so relax for once in your life ."

eyes narrow as she sarcastically smiles at his reply. " that's a bit harsh benji... you weren't feeling that way the last time we saw each other. " well to be fair, she wasn't feeling as irritated either. they were wearing much less clothing the last time they saw each other, up way to late and not nearly sober enough to make sound decisions. despite agreeing to never see each other again after their last night together, she couldn't deny that some twisted part of her felt excited that he was here. eyes cast to the window, the snow falling heavier with each passing second. " oh yeah, you're gonna find a flight out in that ? your optimism is truly impressive. "

hands run along his tattooed arms, tracing patterns that were so familiar they felt like second nature to her at this point. she giggles in response, turning her head to face him, further to the side. " you know i thought so, but i wanted to try sentimentality first, " she replied playfully, turning her head to rest on his shoulder. eyes close momentarily as she relaxes. she was possessive by nature, often times coming to visit him on tour was so alluring to her because it offered peace of mind. no one else could slip in and take him from her, as much as she knew people wanted to. " where else do you have in mind ? " brown hues open, a playful smirk on her face as she turns to look at him again. back arches into him, pressing her ass against him slightly. " i watch so many girls throw themselves at you every night... " she begins, right hand moving to guide his over her naked breast, squeezing gently with a heavy breath. she wanted him to touch her everywhere. " you know how satisfying it is to know that you're mine ? "

DUA LIPA at the 29th Annual Critics Choice Awards (January 14, 2024)

sterling towered like a great oak, with his hair like the ruffled plume of a magpie and eyes like two mossy pebbles, and yet he was reduced to a puddle when he stood beside margot. she was his everything, and he had shredded himself apart each day since losing her, driving himself crazy with 'what-ifs' and what had been left unsaid. it was his moment, now, to be transparent, to reveal his bare soul and invite her to reach out and take it. he was sterling, wholly and completely. he just wondered if that would be enough. "you know i'd do anything for you. i'd rob a bank, i'd steal a car, i'd change my name and move to switzerland. anything. forgiving you would be like breathing." his tongue slowly ran across the skin of his lower lip. her words struck his heart like a strike of lightning. "i love you. more than i can ever comprehend. more than this stupid, shitty situation that i made. margot, i—" he stepped to close the gap, taking hold of her small hands in his, "—can i kiss you?"

at this point in margot's life, intimate relationships had been reduced to a revolving door of disappointments. then sterling entered her orbit like a freight train. he had been the stability she'd always craved and the home she'd always wanted. that's why this situation stings so badly. once again she felt as if the ground beneath her was uneven, cracks forming in the pavement. did he mean it? if she let him back in would she find herself back here again? " this all feels so surreal. " his reply had elicited a small yet sympathetic smile, the pain in her eyes flickering to admiration, even just for a moment. focus shifted to his hands as he grabbed hers, electricity rushing through her entire being at his touch. " i'm entirely yours sterling, i always have been. but i only want you to kiss me if you're mine. what about her ? "

the blonde leans further forward, kissing him tenderly. she lets the moment linger, feeling deprived of it for too long. " it will go by fast, " she whispers. spinning around she adjusts herself to lean against his chest, a light giggle escaping her lips as water splashes over the rim of the tub. as her naked frame settles into his she lets out a comfortable sigh, wrapping his arms around her. " if i could freeze time i'd stay here forever-- no deadlines... no managers calling to take you away from me. just us, in a warm bath, in the fanciest hotel in the middle of... wherever we are. " she finishes, realizing only then that she had been too focused on him to pay attention to where they had stopped to spend the night.

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roxy had spent much of her childhood in and out of hotels with her mother. the rotating impersonal spaces were such a secondhand comfort that she always felt somehow at ease visiting archer whenever he was on tour in random places. she didn't mind hotel after hotel, it felt familiar and anywhere with him felt like home. " i can understand that, baby. you deserve a break-- and not just a vacation for two weeks in some different hotel room in the middle of nowhere. i mean a break where you come home and just... relax for awhile. " she replies, admiring him from across the bath. attention is drawn to her hand as he lifts it, smiling as he notices her newest adornment. " i told you it was my favorite line. " she sits up straighter, allowing herself to be closer to him as he holds her hand. " i love you. you're gonna be okay. just a few more weeks and it's over. you can come home to me, we can hideaway just us. "