#ascu

You snake your hips side to side, satin clinging then sliding from your hips. Arms raised elegantly above your head, you're letting go of fistfuls of hair gripped at the height of your sultry abandon. Strands falling over your face, framing your features in the cascading illuminating lights of the dancefloor.

The last chords play and you make your way back to the table. She leans in to you and says.

'You should talk to him.'

'Who?'

She laughs, turns back to the table and continues walking.

Antony is watching you walk back to the table.

''You girls had fun?'' he asks.

You both smile at each other, then him. Kripke is sat by Toni now eyeing you.

''That was fun! Wish we could get a bunch more requests in but it's late for tonight, we all have a flight tomorrow!''

Kripke cuts in ''You're flyin' Homelander though?'' He's grinning.

Toni slaps him on the shoulder.

''What?!''

Toni and Kripke exchange glances but you don't stick around to find out what else they've been talking about.

''I'll be back in a bit.''

A tap on your shoulder breaks your comfort. Kripke is looking at you with concern.

''Oh shit, I'm embarrassed enough already. You gonna tell me off about workplace flirting?''

''Nah, Just encouraging you.'' He sits down on the steps to the entrance of the bar with you.

You look at him blankly.

''I'm not making fun.'' He laughs. 'Much.''

''Of course not, its not like you.''

''Between you and me, the way he's been talking about you for months...go talk to him. Don't be mad at him be mad at me. He wasn't blabbing to me, its not like that.''

You both walk back but detour to the bar and buy one last round of drinks. Returning to the table, drinks balanced, Antony stands quickly to help you with them all. He sits down across from you again.

''This is our last one guys.'' you call out.

Antony's chin subtly perks up, his mouth resting. Looks at you and says, ''Is this yours?''

''It's mine, for all of us, to celebrate going away together.''

''Good choice.'' He smiles to Interstate Love Song. He looks in your eye and chews on his bottom lip with this effortless sexy eye.

Chace walks past to get into the table with everyone, puts a hand on your shoulder and faux whispers so everyone can hear him.

''Just kiss him already.  No one's making out with his poster.''

Scooping up both yours and his drinks Antony says. ''Hey, come over here.''

You follow him and he takes you to the side of the dancefloor. Your elbows leaning over the rail he looks over at you. His eyes are smiling and he's shaking his head in disbelief. He looks embarrassed.

''So umm, I'm sorry. It wasn't, like..'' he laughs nervously and waves his hands. The shape of his mouth is like something you didn't know you would notice. He hands you your drink.

''It's OK.'' You calmly observe.

''No um,'' a subtle smile touches his lips, his eyebrow rises just a little bit, looking back at you. He's really stressing out.

''I know you're friends, don't worry about it. I was the one that said it.''

''So do you like me or Homelander ? I don't think I'm overly narcissistic.''

''Homelander'' you tease and burst out laughing beckoning him to dance.

It's your first night in NZ . You've got your cabins shared out between the cast. You're sharing with Karen and once you're all settled, have had your hot shower and gotten dressed for the evening, wearing a satin smoke blue pencil skirt dress with a red oversized jumper on top, you all plan to have a BBQ out on the sands.

You and Karen got yourself comfy in the warm sand. Eric setting up the BBQ. You've got your music on and there's a karaoke set out. 

''Hey ladies.'' Chace brings a tray of drinks of Pina Coladas he mixed.

''Hey!'' both of you chime and help yourselves to the drinks. He sits with you both in a circle. The sun is setting and the waves are lapping as Laz and the others walk in, but Antony isn't here.

Karen is choosing a song and lands on Prince. Chace and her have made a mini stage out of wine crates and Karen is singing and dancing up there.

''That's it! I'm up!''

Feeling the buzz and feeling no shame you know you'll kill it. Too confident to care after your countless cocktails you set the scene on the mini stage. Perching on the edge sideways, long legs outstretched. 

''Dear momma's boy...'' you start off all soft innocence.

''Dear narcissus boy....and any talk...'' You begin to add gestures and you've grabbed the mic off the stand.  Your confidence creeps up. 

''Dear self centered boy, I don't know why I still feel affected by you, I never lasted very long with someone like you, never did although I have to admit I wanted to.''

You swing your legs up over the stage, sitting sideways to your adoring fans, but they are more like Eric and Chace cheering you on as the girls are clapping. Really having fun with this, you tip your head back and flip your hair as Antony walks up to you all. You sing your next line.

You only just notice Antony and look at him as you sing the words. ''Dear magnetic boy...''

''You've never been with anyone who doesn't take your shit, you've never been with anyone who dared to call you on it, wonder how you'd be if someone were to call you on it...and any talk, of willingness, and any talk,,,of both feet in, and any talk of commitment leaves you running for the door.''

You come back to Karen and everyone one hoots at you .

Antony walks up and sits next to you ''Hi.''

''Hey.'' you throw an arm around him and Karen at the same time.

''Where did you go we started without you.'' He puts his arm behind your back. You lean into him enough for him to notice.

''I was just setting up.''

''You gonna sing anything?''

He looks around and back to you.

''Nah..hey do you wanna go surf with me in a bit?''

''I don't surf but I'll watch you OK? I think I'll drown with the amount of drinks I've had haha.''

''I'll look after you if you wanna swim.'' he says.

''Hey I'll wait for you out here then.''

Antony goes back to get changed for his surf session and you sit by the extinguished BBQ. After a bit he comes back out, in his wet suit carrying his surfboard.

''Oh I love a wetsuit, you look good.''

''Cheers. Will you get changed, you can come in the water with me.''

''I was gonna watch you, but alright.''

Returning in your long sleeve Hurley rash vest and black high cut bikini bottoms you join his side.

You reach a secluded part of the beach with lots of lush greenery and stunning aqua water. At the waters edge, he leans on his board in the water and holds out his hand to you. The sunset gives him an illuminated glow lighting his golden hair. You float in the water for a bit with him, basking in the cooling waves, then you let go of his board so he can catch the swell. You continue on swimming then sit back on the golden sand as you watch him surf.

He walks out of the sea, his wet hair clinging to his face.

''I've never seen you look so dishevelled. They don't let you get like this at work. You're always looking pristine on set.''

''I don't know if I should be offended haha'' he adjusts his hair.

''You shouldn't.'' You look at him as he walks closer to you and sits by you.

''Cause you're sexy pristine on set, and right now you're sexy hot.''

He gives you that cute half smile that makes his eyes look too adorable.

''Out of the water like this?''

You scoot over messing his hair up playfully.

''Of course.''

You're kneeling in the sand inching closer to him, waiting until your knee touching his looks like natural proximity. He raises his face, showing you the side of his sharp jawline. You raise up on your knees just a bit, leaning up to him with a hand raking through the hair at his temple, looking at his eyes. Your gaze lingers, he looks back at you, waiting.

He has that neutral look in his eyes that you can mistake for a glare. You sit back on your knees, burying your fingers into the sand. Suddenly shy and retreating. It's getting darker and the waves are lapping at the shore in a gentle rhythm.

''Umm, you want to go back?'' He asks.

''Yeah ok.'' You say.

He gathers up his surfboard and then raising his free hand to you to take he looks to you with a smile.  You think of weaving your arm with his but stop fighting yourself and smooth your fingers over the back of his wrist and onto his palm. He laces his fingers with yours slowly, and you walk along the warm sand back to the rooms. He walks you to your cabin.

''I'm gonna shower and I'll text you after?''

''Ok. Cool.'' you reply.

Karen runs you a bath and when you are out blow drying your hair there's a text from Antony.

...

Can we hang out together some more tonight? I really liked our time at the beach.:)

...

Hey, yea me too. U wanna come by mine and Karen's?

...

I'll be over soon

...

The door clicks and Antony walks in dressed in a black t-shirt with a full moon and wolf face, white on black. He comes in out of the darkness of the hall into the living room which you lit with a coffee table lamp and Karen with a laptop screen. His hair is dry and combed neat.

''Hey, so you want a drink or snacks? We have all the sweets.''

You and Karen laugh.

''I'll just grab a Pepsi.'' he gets one out of the mini fridge and sits down onto the sofa.

You're all talking and laughing, but at some point Karen excuses herself and turns in for the night. You look across at Antony as you reach for sweets on the table scattering them and Antony leans forward to take one, a lime fruit pastille, at the moment your hand is trying to gather them back up. He does a claw grabbing gesture towards your hand, as you laugh he catches your eye and takes your hand in his. Over the table you stay still for a bit, then he moves over to sit next to you.

Watching your eyes with that serious gaze he had before. You can't help but move closer to him you, moving your hand out of his, you tuck your knees up onto the seat leaning up to him.  Placing both your hands on top of his shoulders, then looking into his eyes you touch your fingertips to the sides of his neck. Gently tracing towards his jaw. Antony is looking at you with a crinkled sparkling eye.

''You're beautiful.'' There is an awkward blink and a bit of a head shake that he does.

''You're cute when you're nervous.'' you tell him.

He looks sideways with a furrowed brow, looking weirded out by his own reaction. ''I don't mean to be but...''

''What is it?''

''I shouldn't be, I like you a lot, it's.. ''

''What'?''

''I don't know.. um, why you would like... Well there's Chace and the new guy,'' he laughs, ''I'd think you'd go for them first.''

''What over you, are you crazy!?''

Antony just looks at you.

He puts his hand on the side of your hair to feel the strands, his shoulders rolling forward as he does it, and his biceps peeking from under his sleeves some more. You place a hand over the top of his arm playing with the edge of his short sleeve, feeling smooth skin of his bicep just underneath the edge. You take his other hand again.

''Come here.'' He says, eyes fixed on you.

''Here?'' you ask.

Antony guides you by your hand carefully pulling you towards him confirming your movement, as you cautiously lift your left knee over his legs, grazing his jeans and landing it the opposite side of his thigh. You sit on his knees but no further.

He returns the hand he's holding back to his neck, so you continue caressing him. You walk your fingers up to his jaw, tracing it from underneath tilting his face up, then moving onto the hair at his temples with both hands.  You're petting right where his hair falls above his cheekbones fingers grazing over their height, and they're so high you need to kiss them. Your lips press over the plumpness over his cheekbones, one side of his face then the other.

Antony then catches your lips to his, in a gentle peck at first. You kiss him back lightly, enjoying the subtle warmth of him. You're holding his face and he opens his lips. You kiss over them with an open mouth, his top lip between yours. You pull away just enough to lick his lips quickly and plant your face against his again. Your hands moving to the back of his hair, smoothing down and pulling the lengths that cascade down. He tilts his face into you, licking into your mouth. You meet him, licking his tongue. You taste the cool sweetness of Pepsi and sugary lime. His hands on your waist he starts to pull you, ever so gently but he's pulling you forward.

As you move away his lips follow you, his chin lifting in that sexy way that highlights his jawline and exposes his neck.

''I've wanted to kiss you for ages'' you tell him tucking his fallen locks back.

''Just you, I haven't thought of anyone else, especially not anyone from our cast.'' You raise an amused eyebrow at him and lock your fingers behind his neck.

''I'm sorry, I mean like,'' he starts, blinking and smiling. His hands coming off your waist momentarily.

''Oh shuttup Starr,  you're still on about that? Don't pretend you don't know you're a babe.''

Detecting something a little bit sad behind his eyes, you ruffle the hair at the nape of his neck, the perfect contours of his haircut tempt you. You lean closer until you are pressing your nose against the clavicle under his shirt and kiss from the base of his neck up to his ear stroking the smooth skin behind his ear, weaving your fingertips through the short undercut and up over the contours of his head, burying your hand in that hair. His hands find their way back onto your waist. He flips his hair, laughs when it doesn't behave, and runs his hand over the front smoothing it back.

Those sparkling eyes look at you from such an intimate distance, then he says both sweet and sexy "Come on, kiss me again."

As he brushes his nose over yours, parting his lips, and as you notice his asymmetric cupids bow you make a 'Mmm' sound and close the distance. Between his face and yours there's no gap for what seems like hours. There’s a brush of his fingers against the sides of your hips beckoning you again towards him as you are in his lap. He leans his face away to be able to look at you, he searches your eyes while his lips are in resting position one half of his cupids bow raised higher than the other, then he presses his lips together in a kissing his own lip kind of pout and you stare.

‘’Can I get you more comfortable on my lap?’‘

‘’How comfortable?’’ you tease.

‘’As comfy as you want, but, you..wanna send me home for tonight?’’

‘’I don't want to, but..’’

He pulls you off his lap and places you beside him, raising your calves and resting them over his knees.

‘’Come on lets put some music on.’’ he grabs your iPod off the side, looking through the artists then hands it to you. ‘’You choose something, no pressure.’’ he taps your elbow as he says it, smiling gently. 

‘’Right so, we have...this.. and’’ you land on Heaven & Hell ‘Double the Pain’ and he doesn’t recognise it at first but then looks surprised.

‘’Oh is this Dio?’’

‘’Oh yeah! This is one of my faves.’’

‘‘Me and you are into similar types of music then.’‘

‘’Oh yea, I'm really happy about that.’’ you smile. ‘’I've seen you in your Pixies shirts. I know, I know. Oh! Have you heard the Pixies Placebo cover, it’s wonderful.’’

‘’What one?’’

‘’It’s Where is My Mind’’ 

‘’Ah no, show me.’’

You play it and as the music starts, he laces his hand with yours and pulls of up from the sofa, pulling you with him. He offers his hand to you once you’re standing, and you take it. Your arm underneath his shoulder resting on his back at one point, later in the song he twirls you around and you’re both laughing and chatting as you dance.

When you throw yourself back onto the sofa you yawn and lean against Antony  resting your legs onto the sofa. He strokes your hair and you drop down in a lying position your head resting on his lap. You're talking about nothing and about the day passed just listening to music. Your eyes feel heavier and you fight them to stay up more with him. Your eyes finally fail you but you don’t realise.

There is a text from Antony waiting for you on your phone this morning.

...

I made sure you were back in your bed last night. I let myself out. Hope you had a good night. See you tomorrow. Toni. x

...

You didn’t go to your room last night, the last thing you remember was falling asleep on the sofa despite fighting sleep. You definitely didn't go to your room, not by yourself to get into bed nor with Antony.

When you next see him over drinks at the beach cocktail bar, he's pulling up a chair for you as he sees you approach. 

‘’Hi!’’ he leans in to kiss you on the cheek. 

‘’Hey, you ok?’’ you hug him. 

‘’Yea I’m good.‘’

‘’Thank you for last night. Looking at the drinks menu hesitating.

‘’You fell asleep, I couldn't leave you on the sofa.’’

‘’Wait, how did you get me back, I know I didn't walk.’’

‘’I carried you.’’

‘’Aw, oh wait, you what? Carried me!? Wow, ok, it wasn't Karen that got me back then. You're a sweetie.’’

‘’Let me buy you a drink.’’

‘’No! It’s on me, let me get you something. What you want?’’

'’Ok, a Mudslide for me please.’’

The other guys file in, as soon as Antony sees them, he takes your hand holding it over the top of the table, and waves over to them. Kripke does his silly wolf whistle and Karen looks over as if she knew all along. 

The drinks everyone brings back to the table inspire a mass clinking of glasses.

‘‘Cheers!’‘ clinking Antony’s pint of cider, then raising high and meeting neighbouring glasses, you’re thinking about how Antony might have carried you bridal style. 

Charcoal smokiness envelops the pier in a comforting warmness. Antony is walking beside you. The water is dark and reflective, the boats are floating gently, the water being calm. You're watching his mouth move as he talks, you hear him but something is drawing you to the way he moves his lips and you can't stop looking at them. Thinking about lunging at him, pushing him up against the rail of the pier, you also find it sexy how he is always using his hands to talk. You grab his wrist mid sentence, turn round to face him by blocking his way down the path, pull on his necklace, drawing him in closer and press your lips against his. He kisses you back tilting his head, hair falling down. Pushing your fingers through, your right hand rests on the back of his head, your left flattening against his heart, sliding gradually towards and over his left shoulder. You spin him and back yourself up to the railing, forcing him to stand over you and trapping you with his body.  Caressing his tongue and gently sucking on his top and bottom lip every time you tilt your face you run breathless, looking up at him his face bathed in moonlight, his cheekbones swimming in cool light. The breeze cooling your skin, him running his hands over the backs of yours arms, bare and goose-bumpy. He wraps you in his arms, holding you still. 

‘’Lets walk back? I don’t want you getting cold.’’ He quietly talks into your hair.

‘‘Antony..’‘ you pull him towards your door, swinging his arm but he doesn’t let you. Backing up against the front door you look at him playfully. 

‘‘Alright,’‘ opening the door and stepping in, you look out at him ‘‘goodnight.’‘

An hour after you get into bed, your phone pings.

...

I can't sleep.

...

Come round. x

...

Blue shirt and jeans walk through your door, you wonder if Antony got fully dressed before going back out. You greet him at the door, in your tank and shorts. 

‘‘Hey. You wanna sleep on the sofa?’‘ you can’t help but laugh.

Antony’s hands are crossed in front of him holding them over the tails of his blue shirt. You grab his hands reaching slowly to make sure to brush your fingers against the crotch of his jeans through the untucked shirt. He presses his lips into a line supressing a smile. He follows you to your room.

He's sitting on the bed, letting you unbutton the shirt but helps you when you get to the bottom buttons. He pulls his black t-shirt at his shoulder blades and takes  it off. His surf necklace is still on but he’s completely bare from the waist up. He makes eye contact with you and smiles a shy quick smile, corner of his mouth curving up revealing his gorgeous teeth. He pulls his mouth shut into a thin smile with an '’umm’' and flickers his eyelids. Strong square jawline. His hair slightly dishevelled. You touch his collarbone, looking to his eyes then to his chest, ghosting your palms over his smooth skin. 

‘‘I was thinking of you, thinking of the other night in there, I wanted it to continue.. Mmm sitting on your lap.‘‘ you move closer. ‘‘I loved sitting on your lap, I didn't get a chance to..’‘ 

‘’What would make my lap comfortable for you?’’ he laughs.

‘’Let me check.’’ you feel the front of his jeans, feeling the beginning of an erection. ‘’That will make it comfortable.’’ you swing your leg over his hips and straddle him. 

He watches you with a half lidded look, chin up a bit, the sexy jaw look. His hands snake to your jaw in a symmetrical hold, his eyes don't leave yours as he does it. You shift above him, starting to very slowly roll your hips as you're perched on his thighs, his eyes are sparkling as he’s observing you. He tilts his chin even further up looking down at you, he puts a guiding hand on the small of your back to push you towards his hips. Ever so lightly, he’s careful not to rush.  You don’t avoid him this time, you don’t hesitate and slide towards him closing the gap and pushing your hips towards his stomach, your inner thighs are marking from his belt pressing into them. 

You feel his erection underneath you, wiggling against him. He moves in, he lingers over your mouth and you meet him in the kiss, grinding over him. He feels your quickening pace and pulls his face from yours, resuming his stare and tilted chin. Placing your hands in his hair he stares you down . You stroke and pull his golden blonde locks, holding on as you grind into his jeans. 

As soon as he sees you are starting to enjoy yourself more, your kissing becoming a bit more persistent, your hips pressing into his a bit quicker he says, 

‘’You need to take these off don't you think? And me.’’ he reaches to his belt unbuckling it, lifting you up by your hips, hooking his fingers into the waist of your shorts, pulling them down your legs, you moving off for a moment, letting him remove his jeans.

‘’Come over, lets sit here’’ 

The pillows are stacked and you climb over the bed over to the headboard. You get Antony to sit back leaning against it. You climb onto his lap knees hitting the headboard but flush with his hips. He’s smiling sweetly, a cute eye going on. 

‘‘So yo like me playing with your hair?’‘

‘‘I like your hands on me.’’

The rose leaves are creeping over his right shoulder now you have him undressed. You trace a leaf tattoo and then pull his hair back, making him raise his chin up, holding onto his hair that way . 

‘’Can you look at me like this again?’’ 

‘‘How?’‘

You press and tilt against him, playing with the angle of your hips. He immediately has that look back, looking down at you as you pull his hair back.

‘’Like this’’ you say.

Antony smiles. You kiss him.

His hand travels over your back and brushes past the lace of your French knickers, at the hip he plays with the edge moving his fingers a centimetre under your panties and shifting his hand ever closer to your centre. He palms at your crotch, you’re wet but you don’t know if he can feel that through the lace.

Reaching for his waistband of his black boxers, you push your fingers under trying to pull them down, waiting for him to react. He brushes underneath the lace edge right underneath the gusset, making you twitch from his touch. Now he knows you're wet. His boxers come off quickly, and he helps you with yours. You hover above him once you’re both naked, locked on each others lips. 

He rustles a foil and wraps up. You catch his hand at the base of his cock and hold it there, lining your clit up to his tip teasing him and teasing yourself. He lets go and begins to grip your hips, his fingers digging in to your skin more every move you make, him starting to push you down subtly. Soft moans from you as you slide down him, starting to ride him out .Your hands are over his neck into his hair , his chin is tilting up, his eyes closed no longer looking at you. 

You get into a flawless rhythm sliding yourself up and letting him fill you on the way back down at different angles each time. Antony starts to breathe heavy and you tug at the back of  his hair in response, caressing his jaw. He’s rolling his head back with your help, lips parted. His perfect cheekbones make you wetter, hips rocking up into you. 

You moan a lot more audibly, making him flutter his eyes open, lids lusty. He watches you as you moan, each time more uninhibited and unravelled. As you reach a higher pitch his eyes are sparkling sapphires now, paying attention to your face with a deeply sexy intrigue. But his breathing is compromised and ragged. You completely lose it, riding him with absolutely no inhibitions, your hair tangling up as it whips about. 

He grabs you by the face pulls you closer, and says. ‘’Can you come for me?’’ 

‘’Oh. god.’’ you manage to say. His words heightening your sensations. He strokes a finger over your clit as you continue to ride him and the bliss envelops you in waves. Him sounding out in a delicious way. 

You drop your head to his shoulder but Antony lifts your chin up to his face, his frazzled eyes heavy lidded. His eyes go soft and round, cute. Eyes crinkle and cheeks plump, forming a smile. 

He places a slow kiss to your lips, pulls back holding your face and says ‘’That was...wow!’’ His smile turns to laughter.

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