#bloomstead

THE MORNING AFTER ↳ we need to talk... or not

Chris turned over onto his side to face her and reached out to rub his hand along her arm. His voice was rough, still heavy from sleep. "No, of course not." His eyes searched hers. "It was a great night," he admitted quietly, "Don't think I'll forget it anytime soon." The mattress creaked as he shifted, moving closer so he could tangle legs with Jill under the blanket and drape his arm over her. His lips pressed to the side of her neck, her jaw, her cheek and finally, her mouth. Sweet kisses. A hand cradled her waist, tenderly thumbing her hipbone. A whisper as their noses brushed and they shared breaths: "And you...?"

@bloomstead : 😏  and ✂️  from Lara ⤷ 😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey & ✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them

what a warm welcome home. though work made it difficult for their schedules to line up, they always made up for the time spent apart. on this occasion, what had been a casual watch of a movie together, had turned into a make-out session on the couch. not that leon was complaining in the slightest, not when lara had straddled his lap and kissed him breathless. he could get used to coming home to this.

he was still recovering from the dizzying kiss when her lips attacked his neck, leaving her mark, while nails raked over ribs and down sides. shuddering beneath her touch, hands squeezed her thighs, tugging her just a little closer. he knows he's going to catch stares next time work calls him in but he couldn't care less about that right now, not with lara giving him attention like this.

@bloomstead : ➰  and  ⚡ from Jill ⤷ ➰ // tie my muse to a chair & ⚡ // tug my muse’s hair

it's not the first time he's been in a situation like this, but this time it's significantly more fun, being at the mercy of someone he trusted and loved. it's exhilarating in a way he can't describe or even hope to explain. perhaps he shouldn't be quite so into this, and yet, he'd sat so patiently as jill worked the rope around his torso and arms and legs until he was bound so thoroughly that he could barely move an inch. hell, she had probably tied him up better than any of the enemies have.

The minx knew exactly what she was aiming for when she texted him those alluring pictures. Purposefully teasing him while he could do nothing but wait it out and mentally groan at his inability to showcase his appreciation for his wife and that beautiful body of hers. But now? Now he could finally act on his desires.

He found her in the living room, looking all innocent as she greeted him, that lacy see-through dress that made his brain short-circuit earlier still adorning her frame. Lord, have mercy.

Drinking in the sight of her, he returned her greeting and approached her. The man bent just enough to bestow a quick peck to her lips before effortlessly lifting her from the couch and settling her into his arms, bridal style.

"Did you enjoy it, dove? Tormenting me so cruelly like that?" He queried, holding her gaze. "I believe it's only fair I return the favor." A smirk painted his visage, his tone promising a long night ahead. With that, he carried her to their bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.

The dress had been an impulse purchase. It wasn't like the things she normally liked to wear, but it had looked cute on the website, so she decided why not? and bought it.

It didn't come with a slip and was very see through. Much more than she had realized. Still, she tried it on, and even though it didn't leave much to the imagination, it was cute. She knew Leon would think so, too. She couldn't wait to show him. Then again...why wait?

She knew taking those selfies and sending them to him while he was at work as a little mean. Just a little. But she couldn't help teasing her husband sometimes.

When she heard the thud of his shoes by the door and the clang of his keys on the table, she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. It finally escaped when he scooped her up into his arms.

"You loved it," she answered sweetly, giving him a cheeky grin. She could pretend to be innocent, but she had known exactly what she was doing when she sent those pictures.

When she had been hired for the position of librarian, she wasn't sure what to expect when she arrived. As soon as she had pushed open the doors and saw the absolute mess of a library, she had let out an unhappy tut and set to work.

Students were banned from entering while she tidied up. Some had tried, but she'd sent them on their way with a firm look and pointed finger. As tiring as the cleaning and organizing was, and as much as it made her joints hurt, she felt satisfied when the library was back in a presentable order.

Honestly. How had the Headmaster let it get this way? Shameful.

The sound of a door opening caught her attention. She popped her head out from behind the bookshelf she was dusting, ready to tell whatever student that wandered in that the library would be open the next day --

Except it wasn't a student. It was an adult man. Probably one of the faculty members. She hadn't met anyone besides the Headmaster yet, so she was unsure of his position, but he was impeccably well dressed.

And very, very handsome.

And there she was, holding a feather duster, curls escaping her haphazard bun, clothes smudged with dust.

Jill blinked her eyes open, still trapped in a semi daze as she watched the scene unfold. A sleepy smile tugged at her lips. “Your daughter’s awake,” she muttered to her husband, not fighting the urge to yawn.

Chris had the blankets pulled up to his shoulders and was lying on his side with his eyes still closed even as the toddler jumped on him. She used every ounce of strength in her little body to push against his chest. "Daddy's still asleep," the man mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. She persisted with a whine, grunting from effort at the unmovable mountain that was her father. Chris erupted into loud, fake snoring.

More pushing. Cute little grunts getting louder.

@bloomstead : a  kiss  to  gain  control / lara @ leon? 👀

a long time ago, a certain major had drilled into him the importance of keeping up with training, to keep your mind sharp and your body strong. he'd been in the middle of a late night training session when lara had walked in, and a challenge thrown out that he had of course accepted. that was almost two hours ago, and the wins had been neck and neck. this was the last fight of the day that'd decide the 'winner'.

for a brief moment, that winner had been leon. smug and confident, hands keeping her pinned down to the mat beneath. he should've known it wouldn't be that easy. the kiss catches him off guard, and in his adrenaline fuelled state, he forgets the moment and chases the desire. hands move to cup her face, and that was to be his downfall. the moment his hands move, the world around him turns into a blur and his body jerks to the side, an ' oof ' leaving him as his back hits the mat.

"Aside from a few gray hairs and wrinkles," she began, a teasing cadence tinting her voice, "you're still the same Leon. Brave and kind and far too selfless for his own good."

" And you....Always givin' me far too much credit than I ever deserved, " he smiled and this time it reached his eyes.