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I refuse to be married to someone who can barely hold a conversation with me.

Some lowly Lord is introducing his daughter, and I have not heard a word he has said.

I stood up, causing the blumbering man to stop mid-sentence.

"Please continue. I will be right back. I need some air." I said to the small group with a fake smile. Of course my family saw right through that, but I paid them no mind as I walked down the steps to the floor.

Guests moved out of my way.

I was almost to the hallway, ready to take the secret passages through the castle to my room, when someone caught my eye, and actually took my breath away.

She was wearing a black and red dress, that seemed to cling to her body in all the right places. Her mask, while simple, was almost blood red, with bits of lace.

She was talking to some woman who was standing close to her.

Before I knew what I was doing, like my feet were possessed by some witch, I was walking towards her.

Everyone around her moved out of my way, and she looked confused as she was left standing there by herself.

That was until I cleared my throat.

"Your highness." She bowed. My eyes instantly drawn to her chest.

"You may stand." I said.

"May I ask this is an honor to be speaking to you my Prince." She told me, looking directly into my eyes.

"I am sorry, but I do not know your name." I said plainly.

She told me her first name.

"But what is your house name?" This question seemed to bring an almost smug smile to her face.

"As a Prince, should you not know the names of all the houses that are loyal to House Targaryen?" She teased.

I heard gasps all around us, as no one has dared to speak to me like that before.

"That may be true, but usually one wears their house colours." I remarked.

"Prince Aerion, my house colours are boring and drab. Now, your house colours, black and red are much more suitable for a ball."

I tried to remember what houses had drab colours, when I noticed different coloured silk ribbons tied around her arm.

I counted them to see how many there are. "Why do you have fifteen silk ribbons tied around your arm?" I inquired.

She was about to answer when my father called my name.

"I see you are needed elsewhere, Prince Aerion." She bowed as I turned away, my thoughts only with her and the silk ribbons.

The ball was almost over as each family slowly started to leave. My eyes were only focused on one person, and I barely took my eyes off of her.

Even when she took off her mask for a brief moment, it was like took all my breath from my body.

She was breathtaking.

"You are dismissed." My Father muttered as he noticed I was not paying any mind to the suck ups that are saying goodbye for the second or third time.

I practically flew out of my seat, walking purposely towards her.

"I must know what the silk ribbons mean. They have to mean something." I declared, startling her.

"Prince Aerion, they mean nothing." She said as she turned around to look at me.

"I have noticed the two other women who came with you, also have the same ribbons, but some are missing. I know they mean something, now what do they mean?" I demanded once more.

She sighed.

She actually had the nerve to sigh at me, and I didn't want to harm her.

"In my House, when a woman becomes of age, we are given fifteen silk ribbons to tie around our arms. Each colour means something different, but you must start at the wrist and work your way up. Now, if a man pulls on the ribbon, and the wearer does not wish to engage in what the colours signifies, then the wearer takes the ribbon back, instead of allowing the grabber to keep it."

"Sounds like an odd way of courting." I said, grabbing her arm and looking at each colour.

"Yes, basically. If a man grabs the first colour, and the wearer agrees to it, then they have officially began courting."

"You said that I must start at the wrist?" She nodded her head yes.

I gently grabbed tbe yellow ribbon and pulled on it, until it became loose. I held it up so she could see it in my hand.

She looked at it and grabbed my hand that was holding it, and gently closed my fist around it.

"What does yellow mean?" I asked, knowing from this moment on, I have become infatuated with this woman.

"Wearer is willing to hug." She simply said.

I opened my arms and let her walk into them, and thr moment she did, it felt like I could breath again.

I could smell the flowers in her hair, and the simple, but yet alluring fragrance she used to wash her body in.

"Aerion. We must leave. Have to be up early." My very drunk brother called out.

"Good bye my Prince." She said to me as she stepped back away from our hug, my arms dropping to my side.

"Good bye my Lady." I walked backwards, not wanting her to leave my eyesight, but I seemed to blink and she was gone.

"Who was that, dear brother?" Daeron asked.

It dawned on me that I didn't get her house name.

"Good, now let us be on our way. We have a bit to go today, and your sister's places are somewhat along the way; it would be nice to meet them."

I kissed him as I dropped my hand from his face, ready to grab my gloves, when his hands suddenly gripped my waist, turning me to face him once more.

I was about to ask him what was wrong when his lips suddenly met mine, his hands squeezing my waist a bit tighter.

I practically melted into the kiss and into his arms.

John pulled back first and leaned his forehead against mine, and took a deep breath, his eyes still closed.

"I love you, so very much, and I wish to shout it from the rooftops."

I couldn't help but giggle as the image of John on the roof shouting about how much he loves me.

"And I love you my dear, sweet John. You have owned my heart ever since I met you, and even though it would be fun to watch you yell your love for me from the roof, we must make haste."

"You are very right my dear, but I will first send word to my oldest sister that you and I will be visiting her this afternoon."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. No need to surprise her." I told him as I went to grab my bag, but John just gently took it from me.

"I can not have you carry out your own bag my love. You are to be my wife."

I followed behind John as we left our room. He stopped off at the front desk to pay for the rooms and also have word sent to his oldest sister that he was coming with his betrothed.

"Before we leave, why don't we have a quick bite to eat before our journey." I suggested.

"But we just finished eating." John said to me.

"I know, but I am enjoying it here so much. Just reminds me of my trips here with my father."

John grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Then we shall have something small to eat." He said to me.

JOHN'S POV

I could see my oldest sisters cottage in the distance.

I could hear the delightful screams and squeals of my many nieces and nephews.

"Uncle John!" I heard as our carriage got closer, and that moment my sister stepped out of home. Her with child once again.

I stopped the carriage and helped my very nervous lady down.

"Brother, it was a surprise to get notice that you were coming today, and with someone who has finally tamed your wild ways." Anna teased as she kissed my cheek.

"Oh hush you, but yes you are correct. I have fallen in love, well been in love with this fine woman for a very long time. Dear sister, I would like for you to meet my love." I introduced the two of them, and Anna's eyes widened for a moment when she heard the Bridgerton last name.

"How very nice to meet you. Please have a seat out here, it is much to nice of a day to spend inside." Anna said, and the two of us agreed.

My nieces and nephews surrounded us as we tried to sit down asking us a bunch of questions.

"Children. She is a guest." My sister said with a strong voice, that had them instantly calm down.

"I have treats and tea. I will grab them." Anna said, and my sweet woman offered to help, but Anna quickly turned down her help.

"You are guest for now, but John why don't you come and help me. Children, behave. Remember I can hear all, and see all."

I had to cough to to hide my laugh as I watched the children muttered amongst themselves at their mother's threat.

"What would you like for me to grab?" I asked her as I looked around, then I felt slap upside my head.

"What is that for?" I groaned as I rubbed the back of my head.

"She is a Bridgerton!" Anna exclaimed.

"Yes, we know." I said back with attitude, not liking that I was hit.

"Even though her family is kind, I do know that they would not allow you to marry her."

I stayed quiet.

"Do not tell me you two have run away?"

Before I could answer her, another voice chimed in.

"I understand your concern Anna, but this is mine and John's choice."

"A choice that could put him in jail, and you alone for the rest of your life."

"Anna, I know your heart is in the right place." I tried to speak, but I was interrupted.

"In high society, there are many, many rules that must be followed. Many girls do not marry for love, but of social obligation for their families. When it was my turn to enter society, I did, pushing aside my feelings for John, and trying to do what was expected of me, as a woman of high society, but with each suitor that came knocking, bringing gifts to try and impress me, I only wanted one person to do that. I was going to end up alone for the rest of my life. I refused to be some trophy for a man who would have a mistress and leave me to raise his children."

My sister gave us a soft, but sad smile.

"Where are you going if I may ask? Your family will be awfully worried." I am glad she changed the topic of conversation, for now.

"Slova. Her great-aunt left her a cottage." I said as I kissed the side of my love's head.

"You two have a far journey. Let's spend some time together before you two head off. I know my children have missed you dear brother, and my husband will be home in a few hours." Anna said as she finally grabbed her kettle to take outside.

ANTHONY'S POV:

My brothers and I stopped at The Angel Inn. Always a favourite spot of our fathers and our sister.

"Yes, I am looking for a woman and a man who may have stopped here last night."

The lady behind the desk just gave me a look. "We get plenty of those each day. Unless you can tell me what they look like, I can not help you." She went to turn away, but Colin stepped in.

"I believe these may help. These are drawings of the two people we are searching for." Benedict pulled out two pieces of parchment.

I clasped Benedict on his shoulder as the lady took a look at the drawings.

"Yes, they left this morning. He had someone bring a letter to a family member."

"May we speak to that person?" I inquired.

"Of course. That would be me son. Jack." She called.

"Yes mam?"

"These gentlemen are wondering who this man sent you to this morning." Jack looked at the drawing.

"His sister, lives in Abingdon, at some cottage called Flowersland."

"Thank you." I said to him, handing both him and his Mother coin for their help.

Benedict was already outside, informing Colin and Gregory what we were informed.

"They are not far and if we time it correctly, we will catch them." I said as I got upon my horse.

"On to Abingdon dear brother's. Let us bring our sister home." I said, hoping in my heart that we get to them in time.

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"My Lord, as you just said I am here on behalf of King Aegon Targaryen, and I." He held his hand up.

"He is not the true King, and I will not stand by him." He looked to be done with this meeting already.

"I understand that Lord Blackwood."

He stood up, and the men who accompanied me pulled out their swords, as did the Blackwood men, but none of this fazed Davos as he walked towards me. I didn't move, not even when he was so close to me I could feel his breath on my face.

"Do you? I say this once more for you to hear, Blackwood's will stand by and fight for the rightful Queen."

"I wish to speak to you alone." I told him softly, which took him by surprise. "Leave us." Davos called out, and the members of his house left us, just as I told my men, who did not wish to leave.

"And why do you wish for us to be alone? What could you not say in front of your men, my Lady?" He was circling me, slowly.

"I do not support Aegon." It felt good to finally say that out loud, but that had Davos stopping to look at me with disbelief.

"You, niece of Otto Hightower, cousin of the cunt who calls himself the King, do not support your own family."

"Rhaenyra is the rightful queen. Why would her father, who for years say she was the rightful heir, all of a sudden on his deathbed say his son, was now to be King? And the only person who would hear that was my cousin Alicent, who has been conspiring long before that with my Uncle to get a Hightower descendant on the throne."

"Your family will kill you once they find out."

"I know my Lord."

"Please call me Davos, my Lady." I asked him to call me by my name as well.

"You are more than welcome to stay here at Raventree Hall." I was stunned to hear him offer that.

"But what of my men?"

"Do you care for them?" I thought about it, and I did not. They are horrible men, who seem to think they have power of me.

"I do not." A smile came over his handsome face.

"They will be killed, and their bodies buried deep. You will stay here for as long as you like, unless you wish to go back to your family?"

I thought about it, and I do not. I can only be quiet about my support for Rhaenyra for so long.

◆

I have been at a Raventree Hall for just four moons now, the men who I came with long killed and buried deep in the woods not far from here.

I sent a raven to Queen Rhaenyra letting her know that I fully support her, and will do anything she asks.

I was not expecting a raven with not one, but two letters to return.

I looked to see who the other letter was for, and I saw that it was for Davos. I found him where I could usually find out him, outside sparring.

I was standing at the top of the little hill, and one of the Tully lads pointed in my direction, which made Davos turn around.

He smiled at me and walked up the hill, and I felt butterflies in my stomach.

Him and I have grown close. He has been teaching me much about his house history, and I find it fascinating.

"This came from the Queen." I handed him the scroll with his name on it. "For me?" He took it, looking at it, not believing that the Queen wrote him.

"Yes, I have one as well. I have not read mine yet."

He opened the scroll and as as he was reading it, I could see that his eyes got wider with each word it seemed.

"What does it say, if you do not mind me asking." That seemed to shake him out of his thoughts. "Here, read it." I gently took the letter from him, and I could see why he looked so stunned.

"She wishes for us to marry." I looked up at him as I said this. "For our two houses to join in marriage and eventually in blood. It is our choice, but this is her wishes."

I shoved the parchment back in his hands and grabbed my scroll from my pocket.

She thanked me for supporting her. That she will do anything to protect me from my family. Then she wrote the same thing she wrote in his.

"If the Queen wishes for us to marry, then we should marry." I told him. Davos looked unsure.

"Davos, if you do not wish to marry me, that is fine, but just so you know, I am alright with this. Please think on it." I left him there, walking back to his ancestral home.

◆

I heard a knock on door of the bedroom that was gifted to me for my stay here. "You may enter." I called out, looking up from the book that I have been reading.

The one thing that surprised me the most about Raventree Hall is the vast library.

The door open and in stepped Davos. I instantly stood up from the bed, placing the book gently on my bed.

"Davos." I said his name softly, not knowing if he has come to his decision. It has been a few days since we got our letters from the Queen, and I have been waiting for him to make up his mind.

"I wish to marry you. We shall be married in a week's time." He said to me, looking down at his feet.

"Only if you are sure Davos." I walked towards him. He looked up, and stared in my eyes. He grabbed my hands in his and squeezed them.

"I have never been so sure of something in my life. It only took this long because I was trying to find my parent's rings."

My heart seem to melt at that. I knew how much he cared for his parents, and how much he misses them.

"May I kiss you?" Davos asked, and I said yes.

He cupped my face with his strong hands, and when our lips connected for our first kiss, I seemed to melt into him as I was not expecting his lips to feel so soft.

I wanted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back, leaning his forehead against mine.

"I can not wait for you to become my wife. You captured my attention the first time my eyes on you, but you slowly worked your way into my heart."

Who knew this man, who so many feared in the battle, was this kind and gentle to the people who he loves and cares about.

"And I can't not wait for you to be my husband, but I do have one concern." He pulled back so I could look at him when I spoke.

"I have nothing to my name. I have no army, coin , or anything to bring to our union." I knew I was disowned, and therefore lost everything that I would have brought to my marriage.

"Do you promise to be loyal to me and to my House?" Davos asked me.

"Of course." I told him.

"Then that is all I ask."

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We were to be married outside, but the rain came out of nowhere, and we got married in the mail hall, surrounded by the men and women who were loyal to House Blackwood.

It didn't take long for me to end up pregnant, which was no suprise to him and I, or anyone who worked in Raventree Hall.

Our first morning as husband and wife, one of the servants walked in our chamber, me moaning Davos name loudly as he ate me out for the first time. I still remember it.

I woke up to his soft kisses. First on my lips, then down my chest as he settled between my spread legs. "What are you doing Davos?" I was curious, as I propped up on my elbows to look down at him.

"Just trust me." Was all he said before he went down on me. I fell back on the bed, my hands going in his hair, moaning his name loudly. I was already close, and when he inserted two of his fingers, I swore I saw stars.

My back arched off the bed, as he quickly brought me to orgasm, and at that moment, as I crying out Davos name, the servant walked in, probably assuming I told them to come in, but what they saw was their Lord Blackwood eating out and fingering their new Lady Blackwood.

I wanted to pay him back, and I heard of blow jobs from listening in on my brother's conversations as they would talk about visiting the local brothel.

"You want to what?" Davos was stunned when I brought this up to him.

"I have heard about men being pleasured like how you did with me, but I need you to tell me what to do."

He seemed to gulp, but told me he would that night.

As I sat on my knees, his cock in my mouth, his hand on my head, not pushing my head down, but just there.

"You are doing beautiful my love." He moaned, as he looked down at me. I kept my eyes on him, not wanting to miss a single moment of me bringing this type of pleasure to him.

"Just like that, up and down."

His breathing sounded labored, as I moved my head up and down, moving faster and faster. Without him telling me, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, and started to move my hand up and down in a jerking motion, my lips wrapped tightly around the tip as I sucked.

Davos tried to pull my head back, moaning that he was going to cum, but I wanted to finish this through. I was stunned when my filled with his cum, not expecting so much. I pulled back coughing, his cum dripping down my chin onto my chest.

His chest was rising and falling fast, as he tried to catch his breath it seemed like.

"You okay my love?" Davous asked me, as he was concerned that I coughed as he came in my mouth. "I am fine. I want to do it every day."

I giggled as he groaned, his head falling back. "You will be the death of me, I swear to the Gods."

And my favourite place to make love in, besides are bedchamber, is the library. There have many instances where I would be reading, and Davos would walk in and he would just have to give me a look and we were wrapped up in one another.

My favourite memory is when we were on my favourite seat that over looks the Blackwood land, Davos hands on my hips as I rode him. His cock buried deep with in me, my mouth hanging open, as little whines fell from my lips.

Davos face was buried in my chest as his own hips were lifting from the couch to thrust up into me, trying to get as deep as possible.

He was biting and kissing my chest, but hands gripping the back of the seat for leverage. I was trying to be quiet, but he felt so good, that his name fell from my lips like a prayer, which seemed to get louder and louder.

I was lost in the pleasure I didn't realise that Davos has reached down between our two bodies, until I felt his thumb on my clit and started to rub it.

I cried out his name, my pussy fluttering around his cock as I came, collapsing against his chest.

Davos thrust up into me few more times before he stilled, the two of us moaning as he filled me with his seed.

◆

Davos found me looking outside as the sun set. His arms wrapping around me, his hands on my pregnant stomach.

"Come back inside. You will catch a chill." He said to me.

"Just stay out here a bit longer." I asked him, as I relaxed into his embrace.

"Okay, a bit longer, then we go back inside." Davos softly said to me as the two of us watched the sun finally set.

He helped me inside, and I looked at him, placing my hand on my stomach, with a content smile on my face.

"What has you so happy?" Davos asked me.

"Just happy is all Davos." I said to him. He stopped walking and he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I place my hands on his shoulders.

Cregan laid on his back, his arms crossed underneath as he watched his wife ride him.

He had been home less that four days and the two of them have hardly left their chambers.

He is certain he has taken her on every service in here.

The servants leave the food by the door, not daring to enter after what one of them saw that first night home.

Two of them enter, believing that the sounds they heard were their Lord giving them permission to come in.

But what they walked in on was Lord Cregan bare bottom as he plowed his Lady wife into their bed.

Her cries of pleasure and his grunts as he came still haunted the servants who have never seen their Lord and Lady this way.

"Come on my love. Just like that. Use me, just like how I have used your body." Cregan groaned as he reached for her hips to make her move faster upon him.

His grip was strong as he lifted her up and down, the sounds of his name falling from her lips was the only sound he wanted to hear for the rest of his days.

Her back arched just as he sat up, closing his mouth around her nipple and sucking on it.

Her hands woven through his brown hair, her body shaking as he pulled another orgasm from her body.

Her pussy fluttering around his still thrusting cock as she gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin once more, leaving her mark on his skin.

Cregan pulled her down one last time, bucking up into her as he came, him crying out her name as he filled her once more.

◆

Cregan woke up the next morning, tired and worn out, but he felt something warm around his hard cock.

He moved the furs from his person, and he stared into the mischievous eyes of his wife, who was slowly moving her head up and down his cock.

When she got to the base, and her face was buried in his hair down there, Cregan felt a shiver go up his spine, and it wasn't from the cold.

Cregan watched his wife take his cock over and over again down her throat until he was calling out her name as he came.

He watched as she swallowed every last drop, and even opened her mouth when to show him that she swallowed it all.

Cregan pulled her up along his body, like she weighed nothing at all, flipped her onto her stomach as fucked her into the mattress.

"Oh, I am sorry Cregan." The surprised voice of Jacaerys Velaryon said from the entrance to the library.

"Jace! I'll be with you in just a few moments." Cregan grunted from behind the woman.

"Your guard said you would be here." Jace hasn't move from the door, as his eyes were trained on what he has walked into.

Cregan was standing behind his betrothed, her skirt flipped up over her ass as his hips thrust in and out of her.

Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth was hanging open as soft little whines fell from her lips.

"I'll just step outside." Jace said, but made no indication to move as his eyes were zoned on her face.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants, and he cleared his throat as he turned to finally leave the two of them, when he heard his name being called, making him stop on his tracks.

"Join us Jace." She softly called out, forcing the Prince to turn around, not believing what he was hearing.

"My woman wishes for you to join us, and you are the only one I trust."

"But, but, but," Was all the flushed Prince could stutter as she held her arm up, as she reached for Jace.

"Just my mouth Jace."

She opened her mouth, waiting for him to do something.

Jace was fighting an inner battle with himself.

He was betrothed already.

Cregan was his best friend.

"Jace. I will take away the offer." Cregan said, as he smacked her ass, making her squeal.

Before Jace realised what he was doing, his cock was in his hand, and he was holding the back over her head as she gripped his cock and took him in her mouth.

"That's a good lad. Her mouth is wonderful." Cregan said as he watched his betrothed start to move her head up and down his best friends cock.

"It really is wonderful." Jace said, his eyes fluttering as she took him down her throat.

"Oh my," Jace cried out as she hummed around his cock. The vibration sending a chill up his spine.

Cregan just laughed as he fucked her harder and faster, helping her move her head up and down Jace's cock.

"Oh!" Jace exclaimed as he gripped her head tightly.

"I bet she is spelling your name right now." Cregan said, knowing exactly what she was doing to the poor, Prince.

"I think so. Seven hells, I am not going to last much longer." Jace cried out, making her giggle around his cock as she started to move her head up and down his cock even faster.

"Go on. Cum for her." Cregan said, and that was all Jace needed as he came with a shout of her name, his legs shaking as he gripped her head tightly.

Jace watched her swallow down his load, not believing that this actually happened.

Cregan was fucking her hard, his own end near. He pulled out of her, and she got on her knees, her mouth open as Cregan placed just the tip on her mouth and came.

Jace watched this all with wonder as she didn't swallow any of the cum, just let him fill her mouth and let it dribble down her chin.

"Now you may swallow." Cregan gently said, and to Jace utter amazement, she closed her mouth and swallowed it.

Cregan and his betrothed fixed themselves up before looking at Jace, who has already fixed himself up.

"Now, what did you need?" Cregan asked.

"The war." Was all Jace could get out.

"Ahh yes. I forgot about it for a moment. Come, let us go and discuss it."

He turned to his betrothed, and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Go and get cleaned up. I will see you for dinner."

She left the two of them alone, happy and content with what happened, as was Cregan, but Jace, his mind was filled with her in different positions.

His name falling from her lips instead of Cregan.

Set After:

Before You -  Pope was in a dark place before he met you.

The Professional - Pope meets the love of his life when Smurf hires her to crack a safe.

The First Job - Pope starts to develop feelings for you during that first job.

Ethical Thieving - You introduce Pope to a new skill set.

Made For You (NSFW) - Pope’s sexual encounters have always been paid for… until you.

Go - Pope doesn’t realise he has options, not until you.

The Gift - Andrew recieves an unexpected Christmas gift.

Compulsions - You realise something isn’t right in Pope’s world

The Octagon - Smurf decides to show you the real Pope Cody.

The Bathtub - After the fight at The Octagon Pope returns to the beach house to claim his prize, only to discover a change of plan.

Two Weeks - Two weeks is too long for Pope to go without you.

The Skatepark - Pope reacts badly when you try to share your feelings.

The Journal - Pope accidently comes across your journal after an incident with Smurf.

Wild Boys - Pope gets a phone call he doesn’t expect in the middle of the night.

Crazy (NSFW) - Pope’s always been crazy but now he’s also a man in love.

Tomorrow - Pope’s family always fuck up the good in his life.

Do Over Day (NSFW) - Pope tries to make up for the day before.

Everything - Pope’s family life clashes with your time together.

Positive - Pope didn’t expect for it to happen sooner rather than later.

Four Bullets - Smurf finds out about you and Pope, leading to dire consquences.

Misery (feat: Baz Cody) - Baz starts to notice there’s something wrong with Pope.

The Gruffalo - Pope finally lays eyes on you for the first time in months.

Kill The Queen - Pope tries to come to terms with Smurf’s death.

Night Thoughts - You and Pope discuss your fears about becoming a parent.

Existential (NSFW) - You and Pope have another first in the aftermath of Smurf’s death.

Today (NSFW) - You and Pope both wake up excited for the day ahead.

Freya - There’s a reason that the wedding has to happen before the birth of your daughter.

Picture Perfect - Pope shares a quiet moment with his new daughter.

A Month In - Pope asks you to make him a promise.

In The Blood - Pope worries about his genetics.

You come home from grocery shopping to Pope wringing his hands. It’s something you’ve not seen in a long time, not since the day he turned up on your doorstep with a stuffed elephant for his daughter, and no idea if you were going to let him into your house.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him, dropping the grocery bag onto the couch as he paces up and down the living room, like a tiger trapped in a confined space. His gaze is averted, his face tilted away, the edges of his mouth tipping up in a nervous twitch as he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“I hurt the baby.” It comes out like a ragged whisper, one that’s torn from his chest and smothered in shame.

Your gaze diverts to the rainbow playmat where five-month-old Freya is laying on her back, her tiny hands batting at the dangling koala on her baby gym. She looks fine, babbling to herself as her little legs kick in her safari themed body suit.

“I need you to tell me what happened.” You say gently as you take a step towards him. The wringing gets worse as he withdraws from you, his head jerking so he doesn’t have to meet your eyes.

“I turned away for a second and she just… she just rolled of the bed.” His hand runs through his hair, gripping his curls, tugging them in a way that makes you wince. “I scooped her up, took her the hospital, they said she was fine but what if they’re wrong, what if she was brain damage, what if-”

“Andy.” You say quietly, interrupting his spiral. “You didn’t hurt the baby, she’s just learned to roll over, she did it to me on the couch the other day. It was an accident-”

“You didn’t hear that cry.” His voice quivers as he finally meets your gaze, tapping two fingers against the left side of his chest. “It was so visceral, it hurt my heart…”

“I know.” You say because you’d felt it too the first time your daughter decided to go AWOL. It’s a vice in your chest slowly squeezing your vital organs, panic overriding your logic as you try to sooth your child, the guilt setting in. That’s where he’s at right now, panicked, guilt ridden all because little miss attempted a manoeuvre when he had his back turned for half a second. “The reason you feel like this is because you’re such a great father, accidents like this happen and look, she is absolutely fine.”

The two of you turn to look at your daughter as she beams back at you with a gummy smile. She pelts the koala again right in the face with her curled-up fist. He’s always been her least favourite, she hates anything that even vaguely resembles a bear.

“You really think she’s ok?” The hand wringing is slowing down, his right palm rubs over the back of his left hand, a sign that the spiral is ending.

“Yeah, she’s having a great time beating the hell out of that koala.” You bend down to pick her up and she lets out a loud giggle as you swoop her into your arms. Her eyes focus on Pope, her tiny hands grasping for him, her feet driving into your ribs.

“Da!” She erupts excitedly. “Da!”

“Sounds like all is forgiven to me.” You say as you hold her out to him. “She doesn’t even want to say hello to Mommy.”

Some women would be upset about knowing that the child they birthed preferred their father, but you understand the dynamics of the relationship, how it’s not about preference, it’s about who she feels safe with in those moments. It’s come from months of night feeds, of Pope hovering over her basset, soothing her everytime she wakes up in those twilight hours. That unique bond they have, you would never take that away from him, never taint it with jealousy or grief, never harm it by vocalising your displeasure. To you, it isn’t about the baby picking one over the other, it’s about her being loved, about him knowing he deserves this little family, despite the cruel things he’s been told in the past.

He takes Freya from you tentatively and she curls up against his chest, her head coming to rest on the space where his heart resides as she snuggles in close, fingers hooking in the neckline of his navy-blue t-shirt. His palm strokes over her back as he rocks her, thumb tracing those gentle circles that settle her down.

“I was so scared Dylan.” He whispers, his lips brushing over the fine dusting of auburn hair on Freya’s head. “I never want to be the reason she’s in pain.”

“I know.” You say, making a kissy face at the baby. Her eyes light up and she places her fingers on your lips, laughing as you blow a raspberry across them. “Trust me Andy, you never will be.”

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Companion piece to:

Tummy Tingles - Jack feels his first flush of desire since Maria's death.

Go Your Own Way - Jack struggles with his feelings for you.

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

Courting - You don’t realise that Jack’s courting you.

A Compatibility Issue - Things get tense between you and Jack when he struggles to get a handle on his feelings for you.

Closed Door - You and Jack address the issues between the two of you when you run into each other at an unexpected place.

Bob Dylan - You help Jack to relax after an incident at the hospital leaves him temporarily blind.

Because Of You - Jack realises he's starting to heal in more ways than one after you spend the day taking care of him.

Balance - Jack reveals his feelings for you but they come with complications.

Ugly - Jack sees your scar for the first time.

Three Days (NSFW) - Jack spends three days making you his.

Messy - John doesn't mind getting a little messy when it's with you.

Off Limits - An awkward start to the day leads Jack to make a claim on your affections.

The Letter - Jack realises it’s time to put his cards on the table when an incident occurs during a TEMS operation.

This Old Cowboy (NSFW) - Jack’s jealousy gets the best of him when a member of the transplant team flirts with you at a hospital benefit.

The Go Bag - Your relationship with Jack takes a turn when you discover another go bag in his car.

Nadine - Jack's sister in law is a real piece of work.

Hawaii - Jack discovers who he really is when you book a trip to Hawaii.

Silk (NSFW) - Jack loves the sight of you in silk.

Sucker - Jack pulls out all the stops in order to win an important race.

Boston - You reflect on the past after your ex-husband makes an appearance on a trying day.

This God Damn Fucking Day - Jack steps into the fray with things get messy between you and you ex-husband.

Misdemeanour - Jack's forced to step in when you get arrested because of your ex-husband.

Fishtail - Jack helps you decompress in the aftermath of your ex-husband.

Love Language (NSFW) - Jack has his own unique love language.

What Puts You On That Ledge - Jack finds away to pull you off that ledge.

Champagne Gold (NSFW) - Jack never thought he'd marry again.

Masochist - You and Jack have an indepth understanding of one another.

Seven Shades of Fucked Up (NSFW) - You know exactly how to get Jack off.

Part of the Job - Violence has always been part of the job, but this time it hits a little too close to home for Jack.

Pittfest - Jack's day turns into a nightmare when he recieves a notification from the hospital regarding a mass casuality event.

Snapband - Jack's worst fear comes true during a mass casuality event.

Blood (NSFW) - Jack takes care of you in the aftermath of Pittfest in his own special way.

Life Raft - Jack reaches out when he sees that you're struggling.

Bread - Jack finds his own way to cope with almost losing you at Pittfest.

Overcompensating - A problem with Jack's prosthetic leads him to overcompensate during his shift.

Good Boy (NSFW) - You use alternative methods to get Jack to agree to take care of himself.

A Goddamn Miracle Worker - You always know the perfect way to take care of Jack.

Mood - Jack reacts badly when you surprise him with a trip to Germany.

A Force of Nature - Jack makes a suggestion regarding Germany.

Germany - Jack’s put through his paces when it comes to his new prosthetic.

Accessory - You tell Jack the real reason you won’t attend Jana’s party.

A Bad Night - Jack doesn’t mean to ream out a dying woman.

The Christmas Dragon - The only thing Jack wants for Christmas this year is to make his wife smile.

The Stress Ball - New Year’s Eve has never been Jack’s favourite night.

Three Good Things - Sometimes Jack just needs to hear three good things.

It’s been a while since Jack’s been able to touch you, since the two of you have existed in the same space outside of the hospital. It happens sometimes when there’s shift issues. The two of you become ships in the night, barely catching a glimpse of each other.

“You’ve missed me.” You tease, as his stubble grazes over the curve of your throat, a delicious scrape across your skin.

He growls into your flesh, burying his face into the hollow of your shoulder. Sometimes he doesn’t have the words to explain how he feels in that moment, sometimes he just needs to be in your proximity, to feel you against him.

Your hands thread through his burnished silver curls and he moans at the sensation, hips arching against yours on the couch.

“Oh baby, you’re desperate for me aren’t you.” You whisper, your grip tightening in his hair as you tip his head back so you can look into his eyes. Your mouth ghosts over his and he presses himself against you eagerly, eating up the space between you. “Can’t go another second without me.”

Your palm slides down to his dick, straining at the zipper of his combats as you unfasten it. “Let me take care of you Jack.”

He helps you shimmy his pants down to his knees, they get caught on the lip of his prosthetic, but he doesn’t give a shit. He leaves them there because he needs you right now, like the tides need the moon, to thrive, to function.

His hands slip under that sundress and he finds you bare, dripping. His eyes are on your face as his palms knead your ass, guiding you right where he wants you. Your hands rest on his shoulders as your wet cunt caresses the length of his dick. He whines at the teasing, and you grin as you put him out of his misery, sinking down onto his cock.

That moment it’s like his entire body comes live again. Your mouth captures his and suddenly he’s drowning in a world of Techni-colour as he fills you inch by filthy inch.

“Oh, that feels good doesn’t it, baby.” You whisper, your lower lip catching in your teeth as he starts to thrust. “Been so long since we’ve been together like this.”

You fall into rhythm, moving together as the sun breaks through the blinds in the living room, bathing you in light. The couch creaks beneath you, echoing your motions but Jack doesn’t care, all that matters is this moment of connectivity, the fact he gets to be with you all over again.

He chases your bliss one stroke at time, listening to the tempo of your breathing, the naughty little whines that catch at the edge of each breath. His own orgasm rises up but he clenches his jaw, teeth grinding together because when he does come, he wants it to be with you.

“Oh Jack.” You whisper as his fingers delve between your legs, rubbing circles on your clit. Each one has you clenching around his dick, squeezing impossibly hard until you combust like a star under his hands.

You cling to him as you climax, fingers sinking into his shoulders, grasping the fabric of his t-shirt in your hands. His release hits him, long hot spurts erupting inside of you as he buries himself deep, claiming you as his own. His hand finds your jaw, gripping it as he guides your mouth back to his, drinking down your ecstasy until you’re completely wrung out.

“Let’s not leave it so long next time.” He mumbles in between messy kisses, his hips still rocking into you, forcing his spent deeper. “I don’t think I can go this long without you again.”

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Set After:

Before You -  Pope was in a dark place before he met you.

The Professional - Pope meets the love of his life when Smurf hires her to crack a safe.

Set Before:

Ethical Thieving - You introduce Pope to a new skill set.

Made For You (NSFW) - Pope’s sexual encounters have always been paid for… until you.

Go - Pope doesn’t realise he has options, not until you.

The Gift - Andrew recieves an unexpected Christmas gift.

Compulsions - You realise something isn’t right in Pope’s world

The Octagon - Smurf decides to show you the real Pope Cody.

The Bathtub - After the fight at The Octagon Pope returns to the beach house to claim his prize, only to discover a change of plan.

Two Weeks - Two weeks is too long for Pope to go without you.

The Skatepark - Pope reacts badly when you try to share your feelings.

The Journal - Pope accidently comes across your journal after an incident with Smurf.

Wild Boys - Pope gets a phone call he doesn’t expect in the middle of the night.

Crazy (NSFW) - Pope's always been crazy but now he's also a man in love.

Tomorrow - Pope's family always fuck up the good in his life.

Do Over Day (NSFW) - Pope tries to make up for the day before.

Everything - Pope's family life clashes with your time together.

Positive - Pope didn't expect for it to happen sooner rather than later.

Four Bullets - Smurf finds out about you and Pope, leading to dire consquences.

Misery (feat: Baz Cody) - Baz starts to notice there’s something wrong with Pope.

The Gruffalo - Pope finally lays eyes on you for the first time in months.

Kill The Queen - Pope tries to come to terms with Smurf’s death.

Night Thoughts - You and Pope discuss your fears about becoming a parent.

Existential (NSFW) - You and Pope have another first in the aftermath of Smurf’s death.

Today (NSFW) - You and Pope both wake up excited for the day ahead.

Freya - There’s a reason that the wedding has to happen before the birth of your daughter.

Picture Perfect - Pope shares a quiet moment with his new daughter.

A Month In - Pope asks you to make him a promise.

In The Blood - Pope worries about his genetics.

The first time Pope sees you in a dress, you’re actually slipping out of it while he empties a safe of fifteen million dollars’ worth of diamonds in some rich fuck’s office. He watches in the dim light as you unzip the fabric, allowing it to drape around your shoulders. It dips into the curve of your breasts, drawing his attention to the shape of them, the pert swell, the hardening of your nipples from the coolness of the air. He holds his breath as the material slides lower. Down over your waist, revealing bare skin he wants to doodle his fingers over, the material rustling as you shuck it over your hips until it resides in a pool around your feet.

You stand before him wordlessly, clad in a black sports bra, panties and a pair of high heels shoes, you step out of gracefully. His throat is dry, scratchy as he hands you the bag with the caterer’s uniform in, your hands brushing for the briefest of moments. Heat rushes through him at the skin-to-skin contact, his eyes locking on yours. He sees a flicker of something there, something that mirrors the tempest that roils underneath his skin at the sight of you.

These feelings, they’re new for him.

Attraction, desire, longing. He forced them down over the years, burying them in a grave alongside his sister because his family have made it clear that no one will ever want him, that his love will always be paid for, that his release will always be found in whores. Even then it’s a mechanical action. Not something that he wants, but something his mother thinks he needs to defuse the pressure that builds inside his head every damn day.

You’ve barely buttoned up the white shirt when the alarm goes off. It’s a loud shrieking sound that wails in his ears as he stuffs the dress, still warm from your body inside the gym bag along with the diamonds. He hurls it over his shoulder as you jam your feet into the black sneakers he brought along, tying up your hair with an elastic band at the same time.

“Fucking Craig.” He mutters to himself, lingering by the door, listening for footsteps. There aren’t any but there will be in the next thirty seconds. “We need to go.”

Your hand slips into his as he opens the door, squeezing once to indicate that you’re ready. It’s a tiny thing, but Pope doesn’t want to let go. He wants to hold your hand, to stay connected for as long as he can. It falls away once the two of you step into the hall, heading towards the elevator that leads to the service entrance. The doors open when you push the button, a shout going up behind you, the sound of running.

You don’t look back, and neither does he. You simply step into the elevator and hit the button for the parking garage where Deran is waiting as your getaway driver.

As the doors close, you tilt your head towards him, the left side of your mouth quirking up into a smile.

“We should do this again sometime.” You say as the elevator starts to descend.

“Yeah.” He says, his voice rough as he adjusts spoils of the heist on his right shoulder. “Yeah, we really should.”

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