#antivencm

one hand reaches out for his as the other moves to pull down the tiny white dress that was clearly two sizes too small, given the way it kept riding up her ass with each step. shoving the toy knife into her leather jacket, black stained lips press a kiss to his lips, "c'mon sweet face, tiffany's getting bored… i wanna play the ring toss, you can win me one of those big bears, and then later we can go play in the house of mirrors …" looks up at him with a large gin.

"are you scared of me?" the question came out much more gently than harvey had ever spoken. such a tough seeming man, going soft for them? a step forward, extending his hands. "i... would never hurt you. never. no matter what you did, or said. i wouldn't touch you. not... not like that."

odette hesitated, pausing in the doorway with her bag slung over her elbow and her eyes narrowing at the sight before her. "okay... did they just think we had incredible chemistry or something? one bed?" she pushed further inside of the hotel room, at the very least grateful to be out of the cold expanse of he airport. even if she knew now she was gonna miss her pageant for sure. "least it's big, i guess."

mary was nervous. sure, this wasn't her first time babysitting. but it was her first time babysitting for someone she didn't know. okay, she knew of the family. in their town, they all knew each other but ... she had never talked to them before. what if they didn't like her? what if she did something wrong? and her contact had been the lady of the house, so she hadn't met him yet. and for her first time, he would be in the house. working from home. mary knocked on the door, fiddling with her sleeves until the door opened. " hi! i'm mary. " hues looked up, taking him in. she didn't know he would be so .... good looking. @antivencm

texting him as she reached his doorstep, daisy was full of nerves. it wasn't that she was afraid to see him, no, rather the opposite, but because she couldn't hide anything anymore. it was evident that she'd been crying for hours and her voice was raw after multiple screaming matches — she was scared that it was too much for him. her family, her tendency to pull away when they were around, all of it. but he had told her he loved her... that he loved her and she shouldn't forget it, so she let that drive her here, where she waited anxiously to see how he'd truly react.

aching fingers remove themselves from their gloves as he stands in front of a roaring hearth. onyx hues train themselves on the flickering flames as he slips off his fur lined coat. his father, the high lord before him, had kept these halls much colder. a high lord and palace should mimic that of its court. keep your heart like ice ⸻ a mantra of sorts. while caspian had maintained a cool, distant rule, he found no use in freezing. soft sound of footsteps cause him to flinch. these were his private quarters where guests nor help were allowed amidst his presence. "you." words come out neutral, hues flickering up to the door, "you're not supposed to be here."

"yeah, yeah, pretend to be disgusted — i know you're dying to kiss me." despite the confident front, stevie's heart skipped a beat, the shadow of seven minutes in heaven now looming over the two of them. why had she ever agreed to this?