maybe conrad kept his relationship with reader a bit of a secret? i mean not on purpose but they just didn’t felt the need to tell anyone, so he just brings her randomly for christmas or some dinner and everyone is in shock, especially belly hehe
Nobody Knew About Her
conrad x reader
WARNINGS: nothing
stop I love this request it was so fun to write!!
The car ride was quiet with music in playing. The kind of silence that felt comforting. You were going to Cousins for Christmas dinner with Conrad’s family for the first time and they didn’t even know you. Conrad would glance over at you every few minutes just to make sure you were still okay.
“You nervous?” he asked suddenly, eyes still on the road.
You looked over at him. “A little.”
He smiled, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “They’re gonna love you.”
“Yeah, but… they don’t even know I exist.”
He winced, giving a small, guilty chuckle. “Not like I was hiding you.”
You raised an eyebrow, and he quickly added, “Okay. Not intentionally. I just… liked it being ours, you know?”
You leaned back against the seat, lips twitching. “I know.”
By the time he pulled into the driveway, your heart was thudding a little faster. The house was glowing from the inside — warm lights, wreaths on the windows, and soft music leaking out through the front door when someone opened it and stepped outside.
Jeremiah.
He grinned when he saw the car. “Hey dude! Finally—”
Then his eyes landed on you as you stepped out the car and his smile slipped into surprise.
“Hey,” Conrad said, casual. “This is y/n.”
Jeremiah blinked. “Oh… wow. Uh, hi!”
You smiled politely. “Hi.”
He turned back toward the house and yelled, “Conrad brought a guest!”
That’s when the domino effect started. Everyone came out to the front foyer. Laurel. Steven. Belly.
Belly, in her soft red sweater, her wedding ring barely visible, her face freezing in an unreadable expression the second she saw you.
She didn’t say anything at first. Just looked from you to Conrad, and then back again. “Hey,” she said eventually. Her voice was flat. “Didn’t know you were bringing someone.”
Conrad gave a small shrug. “Didn’t think it needed to be a whole thing.”
Dinner was… weird after that.
Laurel was sweet, asking you questions, trying to make up for the awkwardness with warmth. Jeremiah was his usual charming self, though he kept glancing at Belly like he was trying to silently figure her out. Belly mostly picked at her food, said little things here and there — polite but pointed. Casual but cold.
Like when you mentioned your job, and she blinked and said, “Oh, so you’re not in school anymore? Huh.”
Or when Conrad handed you a glass of wine and she said, “Wow, I’ve never seen him like this with anyone.”
The room would go quiet every time.
Later that night, after everyone had said their goodnights and headed off to their rooms, you and Conrad were curled up in the guest room — the one he used to sleep in every summer. You were still in his hoodie, your makeup wiped off, his legs tangled with yours under the blanket.
His thumb was rubbing slow circles into your arm.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
You hesitated. “I think she hates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you.”
“She didn’t even talk to me.”
“She didn’t talk because she was shocked,” he said gently. “That’s not your fault. That’s on me. I should’ve… given everyone a heads-up.”
You were quiet.
He leaned in, forehead pressing against yours. “But I don’t regret bringing you. Not for a second.”
You looked up at him. “Even though your ex was downstairs silently glaring at me over ham and mashed potatoes?”
He laughed under his breath. “Even then.”
There was a beat of silence.
“Is it going to be like this every holiday?” you asked quietly.
“No,” he said firmly. “This is the only surprise one. After this, you’re just… part of it. Like everyone else.”
You smiled, finally letting your shoulders relax. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he echoed, and kissed your forehead. “We’ll be fine.”
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⟡ summary : years after that kiss by the pool at susannah's beach house, you and conrad return back to cousins to a surprise engagement and a surprising turn of events which includes unrequited feelings from the bride to be.
⟡ warnings : belly being belly [insufferable] she really needs to get a grip, fluff, smut, 18+ mdni, p in v (doggy style) oral (m receiving) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
⟡ wc : 16.7k [yuppp]
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》 Masterlist
》 could be read alone and also as a second part to, delicate | conrad fisher
A lot has changed since you and Conrad confessed your feelings for each other and shared a kiss under the twinkling night sky by the pool at Susannah's beach house in Cousins.
For starters, your boyfriend successfully transferred to Stanford where you already were studying literature and continued with his medical studies, you both graduated at the top of your class with straight A's in every semester. After majoring in Literature, you pursued journalism while Conrad pursued further studies in medicine.
Life never ever prepares you for adulthood, you and Conrad weren't the kids chasing each other in your beach home's garden anymore or the teenagers dancing in the sand on a ridiculous song Steven played from his phone under the summer night sky but rather two adults in a fully committed relationship with their own academic and career goals.
Nobody said it would be easy, it wasn't easy and there were days where you and Conrad barely saw each other but there were also days where you both spent the whole day in bed, together, days when you would wake up pleasantly sore from the night before shenanigans and Conrad would be in the kitchen, shirtless, in just a pair of his grey sweats (the pair that makes you absolutely feral) making breakfast.
He turns at the sound of your footsteps, his bare skin glowing from the soft sunlight seeping in through the windows, his blue-green eyes looking at you with unbridled warmth and love, soft, wispy locks of hair fall on his forehead as he smiles, spatula in hand.
“Morning, sleepy head. Breakfast will be served in five minutes, your coffee is on the table, just the way you like it. Do you want blueberries, chocochips or both on your pancakes, love?”
You close your eyes, committing the beautiful moment of the love of your life bathed in the morning light to memory before running into his arms to kiss the living daylights out of him.
Conrad laughs as he catches you then sits you down at the kitchen counter, moving to stand between your legs and kisses you back with equal fervor.
Days where you both got dressed to the nines for a date night, days where you and Conrad curled up on the couch after a tiring day watching a romcom with snacks and hot chocolate or rather making out on the couch, the movie forgotten, as it plays in the background.
The proposal came two years later during Christmas week when you were on the verge of finishing your internship, rather a very successful internship at San Francisco Chronicle after which you were sure to be offered a position at the prestigious newspaper and so was Conrad at a research lab through Stanford School Of Medicine.
You and Conrad had come out for Christmas tree shopping and once it was chosen, you both decided to check out the ornaments and other home decor for the festivities. Chewing on a candy cane, you had turned around to ask your boyfriend's opinion on some cute fairy tree ornaments you had found, when the tree you both had chosen lit up an ornament that spelled out the question, “will you marry me?” and right in front of it was Conrad, down on one knee and holding the most beautiful ring you've ever witnessed.
The candy cane falls off from the side of your lips as you stand there at a loss for words, awestruck and amazed, your heart drumming loudly against your chest.
Then the tears fall.
“Yes! Yes, a million times yes! In every lifetime, I will marry you, Conrad Fisher.” You can barely speak above your tears, but your words are crystal clear and firm even though your voice is shaking.
Tears fall down his cheeks too as Conrad slips the beautiful infinity solitaire on your ring finger, kisses the back of your hand before he stands and your lips meet in a kiss so passionate and lingering that it has you both reeling in the aftermath.
But the surprise doesn't end there, a sleigh is waiting outside for you and your fiancé to whisk you both away to your and Conrad's favorite bakery in town, just two short blocks away.
On New Year's eve, when you both arrive at Conklin's residence for the celebratory dinner that Laurel hosts every year, Conrad entwines his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle, supportive squeeze as you take a deep breath.
“I love you.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you softly.
“I love you too.” You smile as you steal another kiss from his lips before Conrad knocks on the door.
As the first course is done away with, you take a deep breath, preparing to break the happy news to everyone present, the fishers, the conklins and your family.
Conrad's hand finds yours again as he smiles at you and nods reassuringly.
“Now that everyone's here, Conrad and I would like to share something. There's been a little personal development.. We are engaged.” You let it out in one breath but pale when you look around the table as everyone is too stunned to speak.
“Oh. My. GODDDDDDDDDD!!!” Your sister squeals jumping up from her seat, They are engaged, this is not a drill, people! THEY ARE ENGAGED!!!!”
“Little? You call this a little personal development??!!! Girl, this is huge! Congratulations, you two!!” Taylor stands up to hug you and Conrad, “the way we all knew that you two will always be the end game, I even predicted that you and Conrad will be the first to tie the knot from our squad. I'm so happy for you both.”
Your sister barrels towards you to sweep you in a hug and then almost knocks Conrad off as she hugs him next.
“So you're gonna tell your kids that I, their beloved aunt, was the catalyst responsible for their parents’ beautiful love story, right? Because if it wasn't for me, you both would've still kept each other in the friend-zone.” Your sister speaks, looking immensely proud of herself.
“Is that so?” Conrad raises an eyebrow, amused.
“Yes, Future brother in law.” Your sister nods, playfully bumping her shoulder with his.
Steven, Jeremiah, Belly and Laurel hug you both, offering congratulations as well.
However, your parents have bright knowing smiles on their faces as they lovingly embrace you and Conrad, almost like they knew this was going to happen.
“What's that smile for?” You ask, amused.
“What? We are just very happy for you and Conrad.” Your mom smiles innocently, but you are not buying that, nope.
“Mom, you DO know that you practically suck at lying right? Even now, it's written all over your face.”
Your fiancé clasps a hand over his mouth, trying to hide his smile as you look at him and then back to your mom who looks sheepishly between you, your dad and your sister.
“It's okay honey, she'll know anyway.” Your dad lovingly wraps an arm around her shoulder, laughing as well.
“Well..” Your mother says, “We knew that Conrad was gonna propose to you during the holidays. He called us a week before the proposal to seek our blessings.”
Your dad nods in agreement, smiling.
“So you both were in on it from the beginning, glad I didn't know, I love me some happy surprises.” Your sister adds.
“I would've never proposed to you without your parents’ blessings, I know how much they mean to you and your sister and they are my family too.” Conrad speaks, gently taking your hand in his.
“How could we not?” Your mother lovingly caresses his forehead, “We've always known that you were the one for her, remember the summer when you both were 16 and she had dislocated her shoulder after that fall from the tree? At the hospital she wouldn't let any of us near her except Conrad, when the doctor was treating her, she held his hand throughout, so tightly that she had scratched his hand owing to the pain from the closed reduction procedure and those scratches were bleeding but he did not pull back from her grip. We have always known that you both shared something special, something more than friendship but at that moment we knew that maybe, these two kids are meant to be together and not just us, Susannah felt the same and so does Laurel.”
“Which is why when Conrad asked for our blessings, we didn't think twice. You both are meant to be together and we couldn't be happier.” Your dad speaks this time.
You blink back your tears, looking up at Conrad, “thank you.” you mumble.
He shakes his head, smiling, soft locks of hair falling in his eyes as he kisses the side of your forehead, “I know you would've done the same for me.”
Your gaze falls on Belly when your mom is hugging you and Conrad, nursing a drink in her hand, she looks at your fiancé who is completely oblivious and then she looks at your engagement ring which sparkles beautifully in the soft lighting.
And for the first time in so many years, you notice jealousy in her gaze??
But why?
Are Jeremiah and Her not happy in their relationship? Is she expecting him to pop the question as well? Aren't they too young for that though? Laurel would never approve to begin with.
“So when is the wedding?” Steven asks and that brings Belly back to reality as she looks up at you, plastering a smile.
Too bad, you can see right through it.
“We aren't rushing into getting married.” Conrad answers as he pulls you in his arms, “We've decided that we'll both finish our internships first, get our jobs and then start house hunting. Once that is finalized and we put in the down payment, we'll announce the date.”
Another year later, you and Conrad get married in Cousins at Susannah's beach house, the place where it all began in a beautiful, private ceremony.
You wore your mother's wedding dress, vintage, classic and timeless with your and Conrad's initials embroidered into the delicate lace.
Conrad stood patiently as Steven fixed with bowtie, his back facing you but turned around as soon as Perfect started playing. With tears in his eyes, he watched you walk down the aisle with your dad ~ his best friend, the love of his life, his soulmate and now his wife.
“You are so so beautiful, my love, I am the luckiest man in the whole world.” He whispers as you come to stand in front of him.
“And so are you, my beautiful Connie, I am the luckiest woman in the whole world.” You reply, tears in your eyes too as the officiant starts speaking.
The vows you and Conrad spoke for each other not only had you both sobbing but everyone present as well, you could hear your sister, who's also your maid of honor, crying but also complaining to Taylor about how she was scammed into buying this mascara which claimed to be waterproof but clearly isn't, making you chuckle amidst tears.
When the officiant announces you husband and wife, Conrad pulls you closer, dips you in his arms and then kisses you. Laughing, you loop your arms around his neck as you reciprocate amidst a beautiful shower of flowers and the cheers of your family and loved ones.
Reception was by the beach, for the occasion you had changed into a more relaxing champagne silk gown which flowed beautifully and effortlessly as you danced with your husband in the sand just like you both did when you were teenagers.
Life had truly come full circle.
Who would've thought that the boy you had met when you first came to Cousins, the boy you first befriended when you started visiting Cousins every summer, the boy you had your very first crush on which then beautifully evolved into something deeper, your best friend, your first love, your Connie will be your soulmate and now your husband, Conrad Beck Fisher.
One summer, another four years later, everyone is back to where it all started, cousins ~ for your mother in law, Susannah's dedication ceremony as the beach house is now owned by Conrad.
The rush of nostalgia and happiness that envelopes everyone as you all greet each other with joy and unshed tears.
Belly and Jeremiah are together, navigating their college life together at Finch, Steven is working at a finance firm, Breaker, headed by Mr. Fisher, your sister is studying fashion designing at Fashion Institute Of Technology in New York.
You and Conrad are thriving at your jobs at the San Francisco Chronicle and the Stanford Hospital, respectively but were also in need for some unwinding, it's been way too long since your last holiday as a couple and what's better than Cousins to have the perfect summer of your lives, which is why you both have taken some time off work to reset and refresh.
Taylor and Steven decided to end their on-off relationship, she got an amazing opportunity to study abroad, took it and moved to Australia.
Also, in a very surprising turn of events, your sister and Steven are now together.
Last Christmas, they had visited you and Conrad in San Francisco, you remember dropping your fork in surprise during the christmas dinner when Steven and your sister told you both about them.
Apparently, it all started after Taylor and Steven ended things and the former moved to Australia, he and your sister began texting each other, back and forth, met a few times in person, unlike how they've always had in the circle of family and friends, started liking each other and decided to give it a shot.
You smile as you watch your sister animatedly narrate something to Steven like she always does while he watches her endearingly with his arms around her, stealing kisses in between and making her blush. They've been together for almost a year now, Taylor knows and is okay with it, in fact she's been seeing someone too.
After the heartfelt ceremony, the group heads to the restaurant for lunch.
Conrad and you catch each other's eyes as Laurel says that she'll be paying for the meal, across the table, your parents, Steven and your sister look at each other too, a silent conversation and agreement.
Conrad orders the salmon, you and your sister order the veggie cheese sandwich and fries combo, your parents and Steven choose affordable meal options from the menu too but Adam Fisher and Jeremiah get high-handed and order the seafood tower for themselves, also for Belly who initially wanted to order the tomato bisque.
The look your husband shoots his father and his brother is downright cold as Fisher senior and Jere place their order and honestly, you were disappointed too but reaching out for Conrad's hand, you squeeze it gently, not wanting to ruin a precious day in Susannah's memory with fights and arguments within the family.
The servers pour champagne in glasses for toasts but you refuse politely as Laurel looks up at you, concerned.
“Sweetheart, are you alright? I know it's too hot outside, are you feeling lightheaded?”
“No, I'm completely fine. It's just.. It's just that.. um, Conrad and I are trying for a baby so we're both avoiding anything alcoholic for now.” You speak, your eyes shy and your cheeks flushed.
Conrad politely refuses the champagne as well, entwining his fingers with yours.
A wave of happiness rushes through the whole table.
“MY MAN!” Steven is the first to jump up as he and Conrad fist bump and then wiggle their fingers, your sister rolls her eyes but then walks around the table to hug you and her brother in law.
“So you both are naming your first born after me, right?” She speaks up as you both look at her, amused.
“Hurricane isn't the ideal name for a baby though.” Conrad adds only to yelp as he gets elbowed in the stomach by her.
“My babies are trying for a baby.” Your mother speaks, eyes sparkling with joy as she embraces you and your husband.
There it is again.
That strange look of jealousy as Belly looks at Conrad, who's oblivious as he's talking to your father.
You didn't pay much heed to it because too much was happening around you all at once but even during the ceremony and now at the restaurant, she kept looking at you and Conrad with that silent fire of jealousy in her gaze.
But why? Isn't she happy in her relationship? She chose Jeremiah, then why? trouble in paradise?
Thoughts swirl in your head as you accept hugs and wishes from everyone.
After the toasts, the conversation around the table shifted to what everyone has been doing in their lives, personally and professionally, not to mention, the not so subtle jabs Adam takes at Jeremiah which probably pushes Belly to her breaking point as she gulps her champagne in one go and places the glass on the table a little too loudly, making you all look at her as she sits up straighter in her seat.
“Jere actually has really big plans for his future too.” She speaks, looking at her boyfriend as she places a hand on his arm.
“Belly, you don't.. you don't have to.” Jeremiah replies as he looks at her, slightly unsure but she nods, turning to talk to everyone at the table.
“He and I, I should say, uh…” Belly rests their entwined hands on the table before continuing, “We're getting married!” She and Jeremiah look at each other, all smiles and then back at everyone present.
“In August.” Belly adds, still smiling wide.
The whole table is silent, except for the quiet hum of the conversation of the other diners in the background.
Adam looks amused.
Laurel and Steven break the silence with awkward laughs.
“I'm sorry, what?” Laurel asks, looking between Belly and Jeremiah, “Is this a joke?”
“No.”
“No.”
To be very honest, Laurel's reaction is your initial reaction to the news too, but you chose to be quiet because the conversation is between a mother and her daughter, you'll speak at your own time.
“Aren't they too young to be doing this?” Conrad whispers, leaning in.
“I know right? And wasn't Belly supposed to go to Paris?” You reply as your husband shrugs, “Dunno, I've been quite out of loop these days as my wife has been keeping me busy in the bedroom.”
Very sensually, he drags a finger up the bare skin of your arm, the mere brush of skin making you shiver as you exhale shakily, gently pushing his hand away.
“Connie, not here!” You warn him quietly.
“No?” Laurel asks.
“No.” Belly responds.
Steven looks between his mom, his sister and Jeremiah while Laurel looks at her son and then at Adam when he starts speaking.
“Jesus Christ! It's what I'm talking about with responsibility, What did you drag her into?” Adam asks Jere, clearly furious.
Belly and Jeremiah both look appalled.
“What are you talking about? I'm not dragging her into anything.” Jeremiah answers, equally furious.
“Woahhh, are you being serious right now?” Steven finally asks.
“Yes!” The couple answers together.
“You guys are not ready for this!” Laurel adds as she, Belly, Steven, Adam and Jeremiah erupt into arguments.
You, Conrad, your parents and your sister decide on remaining quiet.
“This wasn't the response they got when she and Conrad announced that they were getting married!!” Belly points over to you and Conrad as she leans forward on the table towards her mother.
“Are you seriously comparing yourself to them? They were in a relationship for years before getting engaged, they moved in together first, navigated through their studies and their careers, they got engaged at the end of their successful internships and unlike you both, didn't rush into marriage, secured their jobs, secured their home and then tied the knot, now they're securing their future and planning for a baby, that's how things should be done!” Laurel explains patiently as Belly rolls her eyes.
“You guys aren't ready, Why? Why would you do this?” Laurel adds, agitation clear in her tone as her daughter isn't ready to understand her point.
“Obviously, she's pregnant.” Adam looks at Laurel as if he connected the dots.
The unexpected answer makes you choke on your drink of water as you almost spit it out, Conrad rubs soothing circles over your back as you cough and then lovingly wipes off the drops of water from your chin and lips with his hand.
“Are you pregnant? How many times did we discuss contraception?” Laurel Park looks downright furious now.
Belly gasps in shock before speaking, “I'm not pregnant!!”
“Well I swear, that is.. that is not the case.” Jeremiah intervenes.
“Well, what about Paris?”
“I'm still going!”
“Isabella, I cannot… this is…” Laurel tries but Steven speaks up first.
“Wild!”
“Insane. Delusional.”
“Look, we love each other, we want to be together.” Jeremiah tries to convince Laurel and Steven.
“You are together! If you want to take the next step, move in together, foster a cat! Why rush to get married??!!” Laurel asks.
“Because I– I love him! And because he's my family, and– and– that's what Susannah's always said, right? Family is THE most important thing?!” Belly replies, looking at everyone around the table.
“I hope you're not thinking you're getting your mother's ring?” Adam Fisher asks, making things 10x worse as Belly and Jeremiah look at him, offended.
“No dad, I didn't expect that from you.” Jeremiah answers, his tone curt.
“We don't need Susannah's ring, Jere got me my own.” Belly speaks as she digs around in her handbag.
“With what money?” There's Adam Fisher with his taunts again.
“With my own!” Jeremiah snaps back.
Conrad looks like he's about to take your hand and walk out of the restaurant at any moment.
Belly by that time has found her ring, wears it and then holds up her hand for her mother and for everyone else to see.
You had to squint to see the ring on her finger with the tiniest diamond ever and honestly, Jeremiah could have opted for a simple gold band - beautiful, affordable and much much better than the sliver of a tin foil, he proposed Belly with.
“I cannot believe this is happening right now.” Laurel says in disbelief, all color draining from her face.
“Holyyyy Shit!” Steven curses.
“Can you shut up?” Belly snaps at him.
“No, this is crazy!”
“Shut up!”
“This is crazy!”
“What is your problem?”
“Steven.” Jeremiah is addressing his fiancée’s brother who instead turns to look at you and Conrad.
“Did you two know about this?” He asks.
You shake your head in negative while Conrad responds in a simple, “No.”
Steven is about to say something more but your sister reaches for his hand on time, shaking her head in a discreet no, he nods, then sits back in his seat, entwining their fingers and resting their joined hands on his thigh.
The table falls into silence once again as the food comes in, but this silence isn't comforting at all, rather suffocating.
It's here you decide to speak up, finally.
“Okay, let's all just take a step back and take a deep breath. I know everyone has their own opinions but we should celebrate the happy news Belly and Jeremiah have given us and congratulate the engaged couple.” You look over at the couple, while Jeremiah seems relieved that you have stepped in and gives you a small smile, Belly still continues to look the other way like a petulant child.
“And let's not compare, please.” You add, “Every couple has their own journey, their own trials and tribulations and their own pace. If Belly and Jeremiah want to get married in August, I say we should support them, be civil and try to get along with each other. Right, Connie?” You look at your husband, expectantly.
Your husband, Conrad Fisher blinks, once then twice realizing that he's been spoken to, the haze clears from his ocean blue eyes as his hungry gaze drops down to your lips, stays there for a good few moments and then.. he gulps.
In broad daylight.
In front of a table full of friends and family who are definitely watching.
Conrad Fisher wants you, he wants you so bad.
Steven snickers, then clears his throat amused.
“Conrad.” You call him, shaking him gently which seems to bring him back from his steamy daydreams about you.
“What? Yeah.. yeah. I hear you and I agree but also Laurel is right, it's ridiculously early for them to get married, Belly should at least complete her education first.” He speaks, taking a sip from his glass of water.
Jeremiah stares at him for a few seconds as if he expected an answer along these lines from him.
Gee, thanks so much, big bro.”
“Just being honest, little bro.”
You are about to intervene before the conversation gets heated when a server comes in and you're thankful for the interruption.
“The seafood tower.” The server announces as he keeps a three tiered stand filled with fresh seafood on the table.
“Actually, there has been a change in plans. Cancel everything, I'll take the check.” Laurel tells the server who nods and leaves.
“Are you serious?” Belly snaps.
“Yes, I am very serious!” Laurel snaps back, the edge in her tone very prominent.
“Fine. Let's go Jere.” Belly speaks as she gets up and leaves with Jeremiah, arm in arm.
Steven looks at his mom, worried, while Laurel lets out a tired sigh.
Before long, everyone leaves. You and Conrad drive back to the beach house, your parents, your sister and Steven drive back to your family's beach house as that is their abode for the summer.
While you and Conrad had the whole beach house to yourself, your sister and Steven keep coming and going as the distance between the two is just a few steps.
As soon as you step into the beach house, it's as if you're transported back in time, back to the summers where you and Conrad would run in circles in the kitchen around Susannah when you both were little as she made your favorite snack, her famous grilled cheese sandwich which you and Conrad had agreed on to be the best grilled cheese sandwich in the whole world.
Back to the summers when you both were teenagers and you had short circuited for a good five minutes on seeing Conrad shirtless, wet locks of hair sticking to his forehead when he padded into the kitchen after surfing with his brother.
Back to the summers when at your Deb Ball, Conrad was your escort, you've always wondered how would it feel, to dance with your prince, the man you're truly fated to be with, wearing a beautiful dress in a ball room full of people but he only has eyes for you and you only have eyes for him? And that night at the ball when you and Conrad danced together, you understood what those romance movies and novels talked about.
You smile as two strong arms wrap around you, his lips dropping softest kisses on your shoulder.
Turning around in his arms, you loop your arms around his neck, brushing your lips against his for a sweet peck.
“So, that was something.” You say.
“Yeah it was, I'm glad that's all over.” He replies, “Sitting there and watching Belly dropping the news of her and Jere's engagement out of nowhere, then everyone reacting to it was like watching a train-wreck in slow motion.”
“I'm sorry.” You look up at him, “Today was about Susannah, it was her memorial yet Adam was being insufferable as always, Jeremiah couldn't read the room and stand up for himself while Belly made the day all about herself, announcing her and Jere's engagement, I understand being defensive and protective towards the one you love but it was a terrible idea to feel the need to talk about their engagement on a day that was Susannah's. I'm so sorry for today, for everything.”
“Hey, look at me.” Conrad cups your face in his hands lovingly, “don't be sorry, you are not responsible for any of the drama or chaos at lunch today, to be honest, I was angry and disappointed at the people responsible too but then, sans that mess of a lunch, mom's memorial went exceptionally well, everyone had gathered to treasure her memory and the most important person in my life - you were right there by my side and that's what mom would've wanted too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You and Conrad stand there in the middle of the living room at the beach house in each other's embrace as nostalgia washes over you both, warm, happy, bittersweet, before you both walk further inside, luggage in tow.
“Babe, I just realized something.” He calls out to you as you walk towards the bedroom.
“What?” You ask, he doesn't reply right away, so you turn to look at him.
“We have the whole house to ourselves.” Conrad speaks, a mischievous glint in his beautiful eyes as he steps closer.
Your cheeks flush crimson as memories wash over you, sexy, steamy, dreamy, passionate ~ well, this beach house has been a witness to one of the most intimate moments of your and Conrad's life.
Four months into your relationship, you and Conrad had gone on a ski trip with your friends during the holidays, while coming back home on the new years eve, you two had bid farewell to your friends who drove off to Stanford and took a detour to Cousins to spend the new years together before heading back to college.
Candles had illuminated the space, bathing the walls in its golden hues as Conrad had kissed you deep and slow, his gentle, patient, steady hands reaching for your coat, while yours had been tugging at the end of his soft cashmere sweater with a cute little C embroidered in a heart near the chest, a gift from you on his birthday.
Once the coat was off, your top was next, a moan slipping past your lips when his hands found your breasts, fingers grazing over the soft pink lace.
“Surprise!” You smile, mumbling between breathless kisses.
“Honestly?” He traces a finger down your stomach to the waistband of your jeans.
Your breath hitches as he pulls you to him through the loops of your denims, thankful that you decided to wear the lingerie set this morning to surprise your boyfriend.
“This is the best christmas gift of my life.” Conrad speaks before he's kissing you again, this time with a desire so raw, you found yourself gasping for air.
“Trust me Connie baby, I know.” You smile, palming his hardness through the fabric of his jeans and the moan slipping past his soft lips is music to your ears.
Conrad chuckles as you yank his sweater off, followed by his shirt, that done, you step back to admire your gorgeous boyfriend, gently running your hands on his bare skin bathed in golden candlelight.
Wispy locks of hair fall on his forehead, his blue eyes with specks of green like two pools of a calm ocean look back at you, blown wide with want, soft pink lips parted slightly as he whispers your name, miles of smooth skin and muscles that flex as he pulls you closer to him, kissing you again and you melt in those strong arms.
You still remember the way he ate you out as if you were his last meal, eyes locked on yours as he made you cum twice on his tongue, you still remember how he felt inside you, very gentle at first as his lips whispered sweet nothings to you between kisses and you had lovingly brushed his hair off his face with your fingers to look into those beautiful eyes, but then with a wild abandon. His name was all you could say over and over.
The storm raged on outside, inside, in the warm cocoon of each other's arms, you and Conrad worshipped each other's bodies and made love till you both were spent, exhausted and sleepy but happy and glowing.
There have been countless passionate intimate encounters after that, but that night at the beach house where you and Conrad made love in the candlelight as the storm raged outside will always and forever have the most special place in your hearts and memories.
You are brought back in the present when wrapping an arm around your waist, Conrad pulls you in his arms.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks, tucking a few stray locks of hair behind your ears.
“Hmmm, I noticed that we do have the house to ourselves and I was thinking..” You loop your arms around his neck, “back at the restaurant, what were you thinking about Dr. Fisher? I called you and you were just zoned out.”
“You mean when I was staring at your lips?”
“Uh..” Blushing, you look down, not meeting the mischievous glint in his eyes.
Conrad laughs, then placing his fingers under your chin, he lovingly pulls up your face so that you are looking right into those breathtaking ocean eyes.
“Well, of course I was thinking about you, I was thinking about kissing you and that's just not all, I was thinking about..”
His head dips to your neck, lips placing softest kisses down the column of your throat, “the way you moan so softly when I kiss your neck, especially your pulse, right about here..”
As his lips brush over your pulse, a soft moan escapes your lips.
“the way that cute little moan gets louder and more breath-y when I move lower.”
“Conrad..” You moan breathily and louder this time, throwing your head back as his lips trail down.
“The way you grab my shoulders first when you feel me pulling the straps of your dress down.” He whispers huskily in your ear as his fingers gently pull down the first strap of your dress and then the next, baring your breasts.
You do, you hold onto his shoulders, cheeks flushed crimson, your eyes not meeting Conrad's as his heated gaze rakes over your bare skin.
“The way you sweetly moan, ‘Connie’ at the first lick and then ‘Dr. Fisher’ as I lavish them with love and attention is music to my ears, baby.”
“Connie..” You moan when his tongue wraps around one of your nipples as he licks slow and sweet.
The way things were heating up, You and Conrad definitely won't be making it to the bedroom and will end up having sex in the living area itself. Back home in San Francisco, there isn't a surface where you both haven't fucked tbh, your husband even ate you out once at the Christmas Dinner you both hosted every year while the family and friends were downstairs.
Dr. Conrad Fisher, the love of your life is a man of many talents and an exceptionally amazing doctor.
Lost in each other, you both didn't hear the front door opening and footsteps padding into the living room until a scream shocks you and Conrad.
Steven is standing just a few feet away from you and your husband, looking mortified as he stares at the walls, at the ceiling, at the damn windows but not at you both as you scramble to cover up your half naked state, thankful for your husband’s tall 6’1 frame that towers over everyone, Conrad faces his friend and behind him, you smooth your hands down the front of your dress after pulling the straps securely back up.
“Sorry, I was just.. taken aback that's all.” Steven explains sheepishly, still not looking at you and Conrad. “I came because your sister was asking if you could please lend her the dyson airwrap, we have dinner plans this evening.”
“Sure.” You nod and hand him the hair styler from your travel bag.
As Steven leaves waving awkwardly, you and Conrad wave him back, equally awkward, heaving a collective sigh of relief when the front door finally closes.
“So, where were we? Conrad turns to you after locking the front door, pulling you back in his arms again as his lips brush against yours.
“Dr. Fisher, I think we should take this to the privacy of our bedroom. Then maybe you can tie me up and make me scream your name all night long.” You reply, coyly fiddling with his tie.
“Yes Ma'am.” Conrad effortlessly picks you up in his arms and carries you to the bedroom, locking the door behind him.
Mornings at Cousins have always been your favourite, slow, tranquil and peaceful with the sound of waves crashing against the shore, when you were younger, you cherished the moments where you would sleep in without the need to rush out of the door for school or college, now you cherish the moments where you can sleep in, cuddle with your gorgeous husband whose asleep right next to you and stay in bed the whole day without the need to rush out the door for work.
As if sensing your thoughts, Conrad shifts, his arm now around you, holding you close, his warm, rhythmic breathing brushes against the crook of your neck.
You and Conrad love what you do, you both love working and you both have worked your asses off to be where you both are today, successful in your professions, Journalism and Medicine.
But right now, in this moment, you aren't aren't the senior editor and Conrad isn't Dr. Fisher, but a couple who has been in love with each other since they were kids, a couple who came back to the beloved beach house to spend some romantic quality time together and to try for a baby.
“Connie..” You whisper sweetly, trailing your fingers gently down his chest.
“I know what you're trying to do, baby.” Conrad speaks, his voice deeper and huskier than usual from sleep.
“Is it working?” You ask coyly, shifting closer in his embrace.
“Do you really wanna know?” He looks at you, the soft blue in his eyes reminding you of the ocean right outside the bedroom window.
“I'd rather you show me.”
The sheets slide off his body, bathing Conrad in the soft glow of the morning light and you're immediately transported back in memory to that night in the very same beach house.
The buttoned down shirt you've been sleeping in belongs to Conrad and as if obeying his touch, the fabric falls away, revealing you to the sleepy but raging lust simmering in those ocean eyes. The soft locks of his hair tickle your face as you giggle and so does he, but then he kisses you, his lips soft against your own and all sane, coherent thoughts flee your body except one, Conrad Beck Fisher.
“You're so beautiful.” He hums against your skin, “I love you.”
“I love you more.” You breath hitches, biting back a moan as his lips trail gentle kisses down your neck to your bosom.
“Not possible. I love you more.”
“But I loved you first.”
“Nope, I loved you first.”
You're about to retort to your husband’s argument, but your head falls back on the pillow, your words morphing into a soft moan when Conrad's lips close around your pebbled nipple, his other hand massaging the other breast, gently squeezing the supple flesh.
As his tongue circles around your nipple, his fingers dip down to your heat, Conrad moans at the wet squelch of your juices when he presses a finger in, your walls stretch around him and you cry out his name when he begins to rub at your clit with the pad of his thumb.
“So pretty.” Conrad hums, “All of this for me?” Inserting another finger, he begins pumping them in and out.
“For you, always and forever for you.” You pant as a pleasurable burn ripples throughout your body, you need him inside you and you need him right now.
“Con–”
“I know baby girl, I've got you.”
His thick cock springs free as he tugs off his grey sweats and your mouth waters. Making a mental note to blow him off later in the shower till your mouth memorizes every vein all over again and till his cum overflows from the side of your lips, you watch your husband, the love of your life pumping his length and lining himself up at your entrance.
Conrad teases you a bit, gliding his cock up and down your folds until you look at him, pouting and he laughs, leaning in to kiss you softly, thoroughly endeared by your cuteness as he finally pushes in a bit.
What you were expecting : the delicious stretch of his girth, feeling every inch of him sinking inside you as he bottoms out.
What he was expecting : your warm, wet walls engulfing him, filling you up till his cum drips down your soft thighs.
What you both weren't expecting : a loud thud from the kitchen downstairs.
You and Conrad look at each other, alarmed as no one was supposed to be in the house, the doors were securely locked and only you both had the keys.
After making yourselves presentable, you both reached for the baseball bats near the bed stand and quietly padded downstairs, trying not to make a sound.
Well, you both definitely weren't expecting Belly and Jeremiah in the kitchen, making out against the kitchen counter while the omelette they were trying to make lies forgotten in the pan on the verge of burning and activating the smoke alarm.
Shaking his head, Conrad puts off the stove before the alarm starts blaring throughout the house as the newly engaged couple pull back from each other, sheepishly.
“Hey, Conrad.” Jeremiah looks at his brother, “Sister-in-law.” he inclines his head in a half salute, “pretty great morning, isn't it?”
Before either of you could reply, Belly cuts in, “What are you two doing here? We weren't expecting anyone at the beach house.”
“Ah, figures why you both were careless enough to leave the stove on.” Conrad replies, leaning against the sink.
Your eyes widen comically as you look at your husband then speak before things escalate further, “Everyone knew that we'll be taking some time off work and stay in Cousins for a while. On the contrary, we weren't expecting you and Jere, I thought you both went back.”
“Uh.. things didn't go exactly as planned.” Jeremiah replies, “Belly and I tried to convince Laurel for the wedding but her answer is still no.”
“Mom and I had a huge fight and she refused to attend the wedding calling it a stupid mistake that's killing me.” Belly adds quietly, trying to blink back tears.
You walk over to Belly and put an arm around her shoulder to comfort her.
“Don't worry, I'm sure Laurel will come around, just give her some time.”
“Which is why we drove to Cousins and decided to spend the night here. I have to go back to Boston for work and after considering all the options, we both have decided that Belly should stay here, in Cousins. You and Conrad, who is also my co-best man, can help her with wedding errands.” Jeremiah looks between the two of you with a bright smile and Conrad doesn't look like he wants to.
“Well, let's get started with breakfast first and then we'll see.” Conrad replies and holding your hand walks out of the kitchen.
“I'll be honest, I'm not a fan of this whole situation.” Once upstairs, Conrad voices out his thoughts.
“Neither am I, but Belly is very upset, the fight with Laurel and her harsh words have broken her heart. I couldn't even imagine how it would've been if my mom didn't support our wedding.” You sit down beside him on the bed as Conrad nods thoughtfully.
“And it's only a matter of a few weeks, then we'll go back to California and maybe Laurel too, will come around.”
“Okay.” Conrad agrees, pulling you in the sanctuary of his arms, “now where were we?” He kisses you once, then twice.
“Weren't you going to make breakfast?” You ask as his lips drop softest kisses along your neck, making you smile.
“I still have a few minutes and I intend to make them count, my beautiful wife.” He whispers against your skin before his skillful fingers pull down your shorts, then his mouth latches on your clit and you're gripping his soft hair, moaning his name out loud as your husband devours you.
Deciding to spend the day by the pool, you are contemplating your swimwear, while your sister and Belly are getting ready, it's been a few days since Jere left for Boston and you haven't seen your husband since breakfast. After finishing his meal, Conrad had excused himself for some errands but not before kissing you with an intensity that had you craving for him, alighting a slow fire in your body that ached for his touches and kisses.
You and Conrad have been seeing an ob-gyn back in California and it was her suggestion that you both take some time off work and your packed schedules to spend a few weeks together with some peace and quiet with zero interruptions and keep trying to get pregnant.
In simple words, you wanted to get fucked by your husband and you wanted to get fucked, hard.
When you pull out the sexy yet cute cherry print bikini from the wardrobe, your sister raises her eyebrows mischievously then gives you a double thumbs up.
“Conrad won't know what hit him!” Your sister winks as she helps you tie your bikini.
“Well, I really want him to hit that spot, soooo…”
“Too much information!” Your sister covers her ears, making you laugh.
As you brush your hair, intending to put it up and away from your face with a claw clip, you gaze falls on Belly through the mirror and you find her staring at you, her features clouded in jealousy, her palm fisted in the comforter of the bed she is sitting on, though she relaxes when she notices you and even forces a smile, but something about it unsettles you a bit.
Stepping out by the poolside, you close your eyes for a bit and breathe in deeply, doing a little turn in the familiar, beloved surroundings, every little nook and corner of the beach home brings back a whole rush of nostalgia and memories.
Memories of summers where you read your favorite books to Conrad, memories of the summer where you both shared your very first kiss by the pool.
Though right now, your little moment of bliss disappears in a poof as you finally spot your husband, up on the roof, hammering away at the loose shingles, nothing new, Conrad likes fixing up things around the house, but he's up on the roof, shirtless and sweaty, soft locks of his hair keep falling in his eyes which he pushes back, sweat trails down his tanned skin as he hammers, muscles rippling as he does so.
Upon seeing you, Conrad waves at you and then at your sister who walks in just then and it takes you a good few seconds to come out of your sexy fantasies that include one very shirtless Conrad, [handcuffing you to bed for being very naughty and then having his way with you] to wave back at him.
Your sister asks him to join you all but he hangs back, working diligently on the roof.
Your husband, the love of your life is up there on the roof being mind-bogglingly sexy and hot and you are ovulating.
The slow fire that's been alight inside you since breakfast this morning grows as you rub your thighs together, trying to ease that ache but you want him, you want Conrad inside you, right the fuck now.
Taking off your slip, you gracefully dive into the pool, hoping to cool off and swim to the other side, breaking the surface as your sister dives in after you too and then swim backstroke.
Belly walks in with a tray of non alcoholic pomegranate margaritas as you and your sister swim towards her to get your drinks.
Conrad had no intention of being by the poolside today, there were too many things around the house that needed his attention, too many chores, which is why he politely refused your sister's invitation.
But then, he looks over by the pool and stops whatever he had been doing.
You had come out of the pool to grab your drink, the cute, sexy cherry print bikini accentuates your curves, tiny drops of water trailing down your soft skin glitter like thousand diamonds under the sunlight, not to mention, the color of the swimsuit makes your beautiful eyes pop.
His eyes trace the way your lips wrap around the salted rim of the margarita glass, flashbacks of the night before rush through his mind and Conrad gulps, tightening his hold around the hammer, trying to go back to his work, but your sweet laughter floats up to him and he closes his eyes, trying not to think about your sweet giggles, your soft touches, your kisses, your soft moans when you are under him, over him.
Conrad watches you take a bite from the canapés your sister has prepared and brought along, your eyes closing in bliss as the flavors burst on your tongue, a streak of cream cheese lines the side of your lips as you reach out for another, in that moment, he wants nothing more than to lick that cream cheese off the side of your lips with his lips and so he does.
You are chilling by the poolside when you feel that familiar, warm, comforting presence of your husband as you open your eyes and there he is – the love of your life, smiling at you, his smooth tanned skin sparkling under the sunlight, his hair falling in soft strands upon his forehead, his blue-green eyes looking at you like you are his entire universe.
“Hey babe.” You smile, reaching out for him.
“Hey love.” Conrad leans in, gently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, his gaze trailing down to your lips as he does so.
“You've got something on your lips riiiight here..” slowly tracing the outline of your lips with the pad of his thumb, Conrad licks the cheese from the side of your lips while your fingers tangle in the soft locks of his hair, your eyes soft with want as they drop down to his lips and then close in anticipation, the swarm of butterflies taking flight in your stomach.
Smiling, Conrad traces your cheek lovingly, before he leans in to kiss you but that never comes, instead you both are hit on the sides of your heads by the pool ball forcing you both to pull back.
Belly looks sheepishly between you and Conrad, “Sorry, I didn't see you two there.”
“Didn't look like that to me, your throw was way off the direction it was supposed to be.” Your sister speaks, looking at Belly pointedly.
“Absolutely not!” Belly looks offended, “I swear I didn't see them.”
“I think I'm gonna go take a shower.” Conrad speaks as he gets up, drops a kiss on your forehead and heads inside.
And you aren't oblivious of Belly's lingering gaze on your husband either.
That Evening, Steven and Conrad are in the living area, battling each other in a video game, Belly is upstairs in her room, while you and your sister are sitting on the porch by the beach, iced coffees in hand and sea salt chocolate chip cookies to munch on.
Your sister, already on her fourth cookie, closes her eyes in pure bliss as she takes a bite, “I need the receipt from Conrad like RIGHT NOW! Did he put crack in these? These are hands down the best chocolate chip cookies I've ever had, so addictive, oh my god!!”
“I'll forward your appreciation to him, I know he'll be ecstatic, if only I could tell you about the things Dr. Fisher can do with the cookie dough though.” You smile mischievously, reaching out for another baked confection.
Your sister covers her ears again, “Woah! Too much information! Let's go back to skipping out the details of your sex life.”
You laugh, shaking your head as your sibling rolls her eyes but then reaches out for your hand, holding them in her own.
“Honestly, jokes apart. I'm so so so happy for you and Conrad, sis. I'm so happy that you both have found your forever, my heart feels so full seeing you both crazy in love with each other, together, happily married and now planning for a baby. Every year on my birthday I wish for your happiness and mine and now, I'm witnessing all of those wishes coming true, I couldn't be happier than I am right now.”
You smile, lovingly cupping her cheek, “I know sweetheart, every year on my birthday, I wish for your happiness and mine too and I'm so so so happy that you and Steven found each other and now that you both have, may your love for each other grows leaps and bounds.”
You and your sibling sit in peaceful silence for a while, listening to the soothing sounds of the waves crashing on the shore until your sister speaks up again.
“I know you both are not insecure and you and Conrad trust each other more than you do yourselves, you trust each other with your lives but honestly.. I really thought that for once, Belly would do the right thing in her life.”
“What do you mean?” You ask, confused.
“Considering her feelings for Conrad–”
“Hold On, wait a second, her feelings for Conrad??!”
Your sister sighs, “Well, we've all known this for a while now and before you think why we all never told you and Conrad about this before, it's because it wouldn't change anything. You both are happily married, in love and together which is why Belly's feelings for Conrad are not going to change anything, he's not going to magically fall in her arms after knowing that she's been harboring feelings for him for quite a long time now.”
“Tell me everything.”
“So, this is around the time you both got engaged. After the new year's dinner party at the Conklin's, a few months later, during one of the college parties at Finch, Belly had drunkenly admitted that she has feelings for Conrad and she is only dating Jere because he is the only available option as you and Conrad have been together since forever, if you weren't then she would've definitely had him as Conrad doesn't deserves someone like you, he deserves someone like her. Also, when you both announced your engagement, she was so jealous and I quote “so jealous of her, that I wanted to take that diamond ring off her finger and throw it into the fireplace because that ring was supposed to be mine, not hers.”
Now the puzzle was finally starting to come together to make a complete picture – Belly's looks of undisguised jealousy and anger when you and Conrad announced your engagement, when you revealed that you both are trying to get pregnant, those looks of longing directed at your husband who's oblivious of her presence, not to mention, the way that pool ball hit the two of you when Conrad was about to kiss you.
“It all makes complete sense now.” You reply, “even today by the pool, she interrupted our moment.”
“She did, she totally did and which is why I called her out on her bs, but when has she ever taken accountability for any of her actions? That throw was intentional, she wanted to ruin yours and Conrad's moment.” Your sister nods, confirming your doubt.
“Taylor told me and Steven everything when we visited them during spring break and we decided to keep everything between ourselves because we all came to the same conclusion : nothing will change, Conrad loves you, You love Conrad and you both are together, you both only have eyes for each other and were getting married in a few months.”
“But then.. why? If she has feelings for Conrad, why is she engaged to Jere? Aren't they both insisting on getting married in August?”
“To be very honest, I don't know and neither do I want to know. Their relationship is strictly their business but now Belly is trying to cross a line that she shouldn't, when we found out that she has unrequited feelings for Conrad, we were all very understanding about her situation but now I can't overlook the fact that she's trying every trick in the book to create distance between the two of you.”
Your initial reaction on learning about Belly's feelings for Conrad weren't anger or anything else, rather a deep sense of understanding, she is younger than you but she has been with the Fisher brother's longer than you have, not to mention, Susannah and Laurel were bestest friends too, so it's normal for a young Belly to develop feelings for the elder Fisher.
And honestly, who wouldn't? You remember the moment you fell in love with Conrad and the rest is history.
You understand her feelings, you understand her jealousy and her frustration.
But you will have to talk to Conrad about it, he deserves to know everything.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud cheer from the living room as you and your sister look at each other, amused.
You are about to ask Conrad and Steven as to who emerged victorious amongst them in the battle of playstation, however when you walk into the living room followed by your sister, your words wither on the tip of your tongue as your eyes assess the situation before you.
Belly, who was supposedly in her room had now come downstairs and was now all over Conrad, her arms around his neck as she looks up at him, laughing while her lipstick is smudged on Conrad's pristine white t-shirt, who looks downright uncomfortable, his arms are at his side, trying to get Belly off of him while Steven looks uncomfortable too as he tries to move his sister off of his friend by gently taking her arm.
Yup, you need to have that conversation with him.
“Oops!” Belly laughs, pressing her palm to her mouth as she makes no visible attempts to distance herself from your husband, “The wifey is here! Sorry, I was just congratulating Connie on winning the game, I hope you don't mind..”
“Are you drunk, Isabella?” You simply ask.
“No! Why the hell would I be drunk? It's 8pm on a weeknight!” Again, she looks offended.
“Honestly? To me, it looked like you're drunk. Btw, have you called Jere today? I'm sure he would love to hear from his fiancée after a long tiring workday, make sure to tell him about all the wedding shopping we're about to do tomorrow.” You are smiling, but your words have that edge of ice and steel.
Yes, you definitely understand her feelings and don't harbor any ill-will towards her, however.. you won't tolerate any of the tactics she will be trying to drive a wedge between you and Conrad, you will stand your ground and call her out.
Reminding Belly about the man she's about to marry is the wakeup call she needed as she backs away from Conrad and you step into his line of vision.
His arms that were by his side, wrap around your waist like they have countless times, like they were always meant to be as Conrad pulls you closer to him, relief washing over his handsome features, his blue-green eyes that were darting around anxiously, looking for you like a lost puppy are now locked in your eyes, like the pole star to his true north.
Reminds you of that one time when you decided to do that tiktok trend with your husband where you ducked out of his sight for a few seconds at the supermarket and him looking around for you like a lost puppy, but that beautiful, radiant smile when Conrad finally found you and jogged to you after, is a memory that is forever etched in your heart.
“Did you win, my love? I knew you would, Dr. Fisher.” You smile and are about to kiss his cheek when Conrad slightly turns his head, catching your lips with his in a soft kiss that leaves you both dizzy.
“Yeah, he did but not fairly though. He cheated as always.” Steven complains, slightly pouting as your sister wraps her arms around him, laughing.
“And you are a sore loser as always, accusing me of cheating when you can't win.” Conrad rolls his eyes.
Over the next few days, Belly avoids you like the plague, even during her wedding shopping. Taylor is in Australia but she has been joining you all during shopping through video calls and will be at the wedding in August as well.
During the weekend, you, your sister and Belly are in the kitchen, you are making your well-loved, popular breakfast sandwich while the other two are seated at the kitchen island, you and your sister are engrossed in a conversation, Belly is scrolling through her phone.
“Belly, are you sure you don't have room for one more?” You ask her as you transfer the second sandwich from the pan to your sister's plate.
“No, I'm good, thanks.” Belly replies with a smile then goes back to scrolling her phone.
Conrad walks in, the scent of his soap, oud and honey, leaves a fragrant trail in the air that fills your senses, comforting and intoxicating you at the same time. His arms wrap around you as he rests his chin on your shoulder and gently sways you from side to side, making you giggle.
“How is it that everytime I look at you, you are even more beautiful than when I last saw you?”
“Aren't you the doctor? You should be able to figure it out and the last you saw me would be an hour ago when you woke up.”
“You mean when we–” Your eyes widen as Conrad is about to say something more and you shush him by gently elbowing him in the side, reminding him of your sister's and Belly’s presence who definitely didn't need to know about the lovemaking you and your husband did that morning.
“Yeah..” Conrad rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, “I just came to tell you that I'm going to surf, so I'll see you later.” He kisses you slow and sweet, leaving you wanting for more.
“See ya later, Hurricane.” He teasingly ruffles your sister's hair who rolls her eyes to the sky, but you are yet to find two people who are as fond and as affectionate towards each other as your sister and Conrad are.
Belly's gaze lingers on Conrad as he leaves.
And as always, you are not oblivious to it, you are very much aware of the way, her eyes take in the scratches on his bare, smooth back, some fresh from the night before and this morning, some have healed up, some are in the process, some are fading, the fresh bites and hickeys around his neck, the sparkling golden band on his ring finger as he opens the door to the porch and looks back at you, smiling, before Conrad heads out.
You and Conrad had a long conversation about Belly's feelings for him which began by you telling him everything upfront, from her drunk confession about him till what she was trying to do that night, your husband had listened attentively, patiently and had immediately spoken up.
“I understand that Belly might have developed feelings for me over the years but I'm neither acknowledging nor reciprocating them, I love you.” Conrad cups your face in his palms, “I've been in love with you since forever, truly, madly, deeply, my heart beats for you, only for you and that's the only truth.”
The tears pooling in your eyes, the tears that fell said it all, countless times Conrad has confessed his love for you, countless times you have confessed your love for him and every single time, you both were moved to tears.
Nothing else mattered, just you, Conrad and your little world of love.
So like your sister, Steven and Taylor had predicted, nothing changed. Conrad and Belly's interactions were as they were before and honestly, you felt bad for her, to harbor feelings for someone, only for it to be not reciprocated breaks one's heart into a million tiny little pieces and that ache never truly goes.
Yet you were also confused as hell as to why would she say yes to marrying Jeremiah if she had feelings for Conrad?
Isn't that unfair to her and Jere, both?
With these thoughts running around in your mind, you were tending to the hydrangeas in the garden when Steven came rushing down the front porch.
“Conrad injured himself while surfing, he's bleeding. I tried to help him but that stubborn oaf keeps insisting that he's fine!” Steven hurriedly explains as you follow him back to the beach house.
Heart sinking, you see the trail of blood up the stairs which continues till the bathroom where your husband is, the door is ajar and standing in the doorway is Belly.
“What are you doing here?” You simply ask.
Belly turns at the speed of light, not expecting to find you there.
“I– I– uh– I heard Steven telling you that Conrad is injured so I came to check on him and see if he needed anything.”
“Thank you, that's very kind of you, but I've got it from here.” You smile and move past her, your heart sinking even more as you find your husband sitting on the edge of the empty bathtub, his wounded leg inside it as he doubles over in pain.
“Connie?” You sit down facing him and reach for the towel that's soaking in blood.
And like Steven said, your husband insists that he's okay and doesn't need help.
“It's okay, I'm fine. It's just a small cut, I'll treat it myself, I'm a doctor remember?”
“Conrad Beck Fisher, I swear to god, if you won't let me help you or treat your wound, I'll not talk to you for a whole month!” Exasperated at your husband’s stubbornness, you look him right in those beautiful blue-green eyes as you speak.
“Yes Ma'am.” Conrad nods, cutely.
You lovingly cup his cheek and then reach out for the blood soaked towel, carefully peeling it off the injury.
It wasn't a ‘small cut’ as claimed by your husband but rather a gash, a deep wound that needed stitches.
“Small cut indeed.” You shake your head as you get up to fetch the first aid box from the bathroom cabinet, “I'll clean and dress the wound for now, but after this we're immediately going to the doctor's for stitches.”
Sitting down, you elevate his injured leg and carefully apply pressure to the area to stop the bleeding, after which you carefully wash the blood off his leg and then use a clean washcloth soaked in warm water to clean around the wound, once that's done, you gently rinse the wound in clear, warm running water.
Conrad winces hard, his head dropping on your shoulder as you pat the affected area dry with a clean, soft washcloth and then take out the sterile bandage from the kit.
Once the wound is clean and bandaged, you embrace your husband in the warm sanctuary of your arms as Conrad catches his breath and you both sit like that for a while, listening to each other's heartbeats.
When Conrad looks up at you, your breath catches in your throat..
Soft strands of his hair stick to his forehead dripping with water, those beautiful clear eyes sparkle like the ocean under the sunlight, that same sunlight which casts a golden shadow on his handsome features down to his smooth tanned skin and his lips..
Goddamn those lips!
Soft, luscious, pink lips whom you've tasted countless number of times but could never ever have enough.
You know you should take Conrad to the doctor for stitches but you also want to kiss the daylights out of your husband.
And Dr. Conrad as always knows what you're thinking, his gaze drops down to your lips as he licks his lips.
“It– uh– It must be hurting, we– uh, we should go to the doctor's.” You finally speak, managing to form a sentence.
“Yes, it hurts. But not enough to stop..” Conrad answers, his deep voice an octave deeper than it already is, as he claims your lips in a searing kiss.
His fingers tangle themselves in your hair as Conrad pulls you closer and your palms rest on his chest, your nails gently raking down his skin, while you are also being extra cautious of his wound. When his lips find the column of your throat, you know it's time to pull back and tame down the heat that is always simmering between you and Conrad, before it blazes into a full wildfire and you both end up making love on the bathroom floor itself.
Not to mention, your husband needs medical attention.
Pulling back gently, you cup his face in your palms, looking into those beautifully breathtaking eyes, “I love you so much and I want you so much, but right now, we need to go to the doctor, Conrad. Your wound needs stitches.”
Nodding, Conrad rests his forehead on yours, closing his eyes as you help him step out of the tub, but not before giving him a quick, soft kiss on his lips.
Another week later, your husband was healing well, your sister had scored an internship at one of the most prestigious fashion houses in New York about and was expected to begin in September, which is why to celebrate, you all had planned a fun girls’ night out.
When you had walked past Conrad, who was curled up on the bed with a book, wearing the sexy sparkly backless red dress (the decided dress code) The book fell from his hands, landing right into his lap, his eyes, thoroughly mesmerized by your beauty, follow you as move around in your shared bedroom while his jaw drops.
As you spritz your favorite perfume over your wrist and neck, your husband comes up from behind, wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles in the crook of your neck.
“Can I take this dress off you when you come back home?” Conrad purrs against your skin, this scent of yours, rose with subtle notes of honey makes him absolutely feral.
“Like a birthday present?” You ask, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
“Exactly like you had unwrapped me as a present on your birthday, that year in London.” Your husband replies, dropping softest kisses on your neck.
You remember that year very well, you were in London owing to work and also, it was your birthday, you didn't have any elaborate plans for the day, just dinner and drinks with your colleagues after work, not to mention, you were missing the love of your life, terribly.
Imagine your surprise when your fiancé shows up at your rented apartment door at three in the morning, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and a birthday cake in the other, You and Conrad had remained civil, indulging in long hugs and sweet kisses until you had cut the cake and fed each other.
After that, you both had devoured each other with a wild abandon. Pinned against the wall, Conrad's sweet whispers of your name as you kissed down his chest had turned into deep grunts and moans when your soft mouth had wrapped around his cock, taking him in, inch by inch.
He had then eaten you out as if you were his last meal, the moans of his name that escaped your lips were shamelessly loud and all of this, while Conrad had you pinned against the balcony railing, underneath the starry London night sky while his tongue flicked on your wet folds.
You were absolutely sure that your neighbors, amongst whom are your colleagues as well as the residents of the entire building had heard and seen you both, but you and Conrad were way past caring at that point, not when you had both waited so long to feel, to hold and to touch each other after months of living apart in two different continents.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Dr. Fisher?”
“Do you want me to seduce you?”
“If you continue, I'm afraid I won't make it out of our bedroom.” You lean back in your husband’s embrace, savouring his touch on your skin.
“And that would be very unfair to everyone waiting downstairs.” Conrad hums before turning you around to face him.
“Enjoy the girls night out and if any need arises, I'm just a phone call away.”
The atmosphere of the pub downtown was lively and buzzing with music and conversations, tourists and locals alike had flocked to the place for a good time.
You and the girls were very lucky to claim a spot at the VIP lounge away from the rush as the new owner of the pub is an old acquaintance of yours. Everyone cheers as the drinks arrive, tequila for them and a tall glass of orange juice for you.
“Okay Ladies..” Anika, Belly's roommate and friend from college, speaks after tossing back her shot, “To break the ice, let's ask each other some spicy questions shall we? That way, we'll bond quickly and skip over the unnecessary hassles of introduction. Also, you are not obliged to answer, if anyone is uncomfortable or feels that the question is too personal or too spicy, you can choose not to.”
And so, you all indulge in this fun ice breaker game, asking spicy, naughty, fun questions to each other, some of the answers leave you all scandalized for a moment, some have you all laughing till your sides hurt, at one point, on Anika's answer to your sister's question as to what she notices in a man first, the orange juice you had taken a sip of, came out through your nose as you couldn't stop laughing.
Not to mention, your jaw dropped when your younger sister shyly mentioned that she likes being tied up and that she and Steven are open to experimenting in the bedroom.
At your turn, Anika rubs her palms together conspiratorially, “Hmm, so what's the freakiest thing you've ever done?”
“Ooh boy, I know the answer to this one!” Your sister drinks up her shot of tequila.
“Conrad.” You answer without a second thought.
Anika and your sister whoop in encouragement while Belly busies herself in scrolling through her phone.
“Damnnnn Girlllll, I love that for you, I really really love that for you.” Anika claps.
“Thank youuu!” You bow, laughing, “I don't think there is anything freakier than us, we're both very open to understanding each other and experimenting when it comes to sex and intimacy.”
“I can vouch for that.” Your sister rolls her eyes, “last to last Christmas, I was visiting them like I always do during the holidays, one moment, they are doing the dishes together in the kitchen and the very next moment, I hear the bedframe rattling against the wall. There was a trail of their clothes right from the kitchen to their bedroom door upstairs.”
“I mean.. we would've made love on the living room floor itself since both of us are too impatient but you were there so..” You shrug cutely.
“You two are adorable! Couple goals tbh, I hope when love finds me, me and my man are as obsessed with each other as you and Conrad are.” Anika smiles and then raises a toast for you and Conrad as everyone clinks their glasses and drink.
Your sister and Anika proceed to the dance floor while you stay back in the lounge, not in the mood to dance as of now while Belly excuses herself to get some fresh air and call Jeremiah.
The couch dips down beside you and you look up expecting to find your sister or Anika but not Belly.
“Hey..” She initiates the conversation.
“Hey.” You smile, “Back so soon? I thought it would be a while as you are talking to your fiancé after two whole days.
“Yeah, I thought so too but he's busy working, so..” Belly trails off clearly not wanting to about it so you're thinking about another topic of conversation when she speaks up after a beat of silence.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Uh, sure.” You reply, not sure where this is going.
“Have you.. Have you ever thought about being with someone else?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like.. not with Conrad but with someone else, like someone from your friend circle, someone from your co-workers? I know you and Conrad are married but have you ever imagined what life would be like if you weren't with him? If you two had just remained friends and you found love with someone else, because I have, constantly.”
As she was speaking, Belly wasn't looking at you, rather staring down at the floor, while fidgeting with her engagement ring.
“I– I thought my feelings for Conrad were just a silly crush, that they would go away with time but they didn't. When I saw you two at the New Year's eve, engaged, all happy and glowing, god, I wanted to throw your ring into the fireplace! When I saw you both at the wedding, speaking your vows, looking at each other with so much love, I wanted to punch the wall! Conrad fucking cried when he saw you walk down the aisle while my whole life, he never even spared a single glance at me!!”
Rage and frustration are clear in Belly's voice as she turns to look at you, “Why? What's so special about you? What is it in you that I don't have? For fucks sake, I've known Conrad longer than you!”
You are calm as you look at her, waiting for more of her outburst, Belly stares at you for a while, hoping for a reaction but you are not getting riled up so easily and that annoys her even more.
“Years pass, Me and Jere are happy in our relationship and we are engaged! We announce the news to everyone, hoping that everyone will be as ecstatic as they were when you and Conrad announced your engagement, but noooo, how could we ever compete with the perfect star couple? My mom defended you both over me, her own daughter, her flesh and blood because you and Conrad could never do anything wrong!! Now you're trying for a baby and god forbid when you announce your pregnancy everyone will be fawning over you as if you are the very first woman that will be giving birth!!”
“You don't deserve any of what you have! You don't, the others feel like you are ‘the one’ for Conrad, the one he is destined to be with but you aren't. You are not pretty, you are not even his type, Conrad was supposed to mine and what you have is rightfully mine! You are just a random nobody who arrived in Cousins one day and claimed what was always mine!!”
Belly's outburst by now had attracted everyone's attention in the VIP lounge and outside as some of the patrons were now looking your way, even Anika and your sister had left the dance floor, making their way through the crowd to reach you both.
“Done?” You ask, drinking the last of your orange juice and then placing the glass back on the table.
“To answer your question, no I haven't thought about being with anyone else, not even in my dreams because why would I when I have Conrad right in my arms? I have only ever imagined my whole life, my whole future with him and I'm living that with him right now. We both have actually, we've both only ever imagined being with each other and we're both living in it.
And even if we had remained friends, I'm sure we would've found our way to each other's hearts, you know why? Because we are destined to be together, we are meant to be together. Whether you like it or not, whether you accept it or not, whether you find it hard to believe, but that's how it is.” You speak calmly but that edge of ice and steel in your voice is unmistakable.
“You—” Belly tries to speak but you silence her with a wave of your hand.
“I didn't interrupt you when you were going on and on about how I took away everything that was ‘rightfully yours’ so you are not going to interrupt me when I'm talking. I know about your feelings for my husband Belly, I understand how you feel seeing me and Conrad together because like you said, you've known him longer so it isn't surprising that you might've developed feelings for him, I understand how much your heart hurts from the unrequited feelings, however, that doesn't gives you the fucking right to insult me or berate me, neither does it gives you the fucking right to try to seduce my husband.”
Belly is stunned into silence as she realises that you're very well aware and seeing through all of her tactics that she's been trying on Conrad ever since she has been living at the beach house.
“I've never had any hard feelings towards you Isabela, even after knowing that you have feelings for my husband but I honestly had no idea that you harbored such jealousy and bitterness for me. We all grew up together, I thought we were friends! I thought that meant something to all of us, clearly it didn't mean anything to you. Regarding everyone's reaction to your and Jere's engagement, that's how they feel, that's on them, do not pin them on me and Conrad!
And you may feel that Conrad doesn't deserve me, I don't deserve Conrad or whatever shit you just spewed, but that doesn't matter because at the end of the day, We are together, we are married and we will always choose each other in every lifetime, in every universe.”
Standing up, You walk over to the bar counter to clear the tab and intend on leaving, but not before knocking some final sense into Belly.
“You are getting married in a few weeks Belly and if you're still so frustrated and hung up on Conrad, you should call off the wedding and take some time off to think where your head's at and what you actually want before making a complete fool of yourself and humiliating the man you are marrying.”
With those final words, you leave, your heels clicking against the floor and your head held high.
When Conrad hears the front door open downstairs, he glances at the bedside clock, surprised at the fact that someone is back home early, he then hears footsteps up the stairs and the door to the bedroom opens as you walk in.
“Back so early, babe?” Conrad sits up from where he was sprawled out on the bed, a book in his hand.
“Yeah, I didn't feel like it.” You smile as you take off your heels and drop your phone and clutch on the couch.
Conrad notices how that smile didn't quite reach up to your eyes like it always did, he notices how you were constantly wringing your hands as you took your earrings off, he notices how you're continuously zoning off as you are doing so and that has him worried. You have these little tells when you are stressed or upset just like he has and you both are able to see right through each other's shell of normalcy.
You crawl into bed, wrap your arms around Conrad and nuzzle into the warmth of his firm chest, the heat of his skin against your cheek provides you comfort from your turbulent thoughts, his presence grounds you, his love anchors you even in the most tumultuous situations.
Conrad Fisher isn't just the love of your life, he's your Home.
Conrad presses a kiss to your forehead as he pulls the comforter around you both, his fingers gently comb through your locks as he holds you close.
You are about to cry.
Yes, you stood your ground and put Belly in her place but you also can't deny that her words were hurtful, they didn't rattle you and you didn't start questioning everything like she thought they would but to think that your childhood friend held so much bitterness, jealousy and anger towards you over Conrad, the man who was supposedly ‘rightfully hers.’
How long has she hated you?
Since you and Conrad got together? Or when you arrived at Cousins with your family, all those years ago?
“Babe.”
Conrad's voice brings you back from your reverie as you look up at him.
“Are you listening? I'm asking if you want something to ea—” Conrad looks up from the book he was reading to his wife and panic rises in every cell of his body as he finds your eyes pooling with unshed tears.
“Baby, what is it? Are you hurt? Did something happen? Did anyone say something to you?” Conrad asks, cupping your face in his palms.
You shake your head, blinking back your tears, “No, love. Nothing happened, I'm okay.” You smile and burrow yourself further in his embrace.
“It's.. It's just that.. I missed you so much.” You look up at him again, your thumb gently tracing patterns on his cheek.
“I want you.” You speak and then shutting out all the voices in your head, lean in and claim his lips in a kiss.
And how could Conrad ever deny you?
A soft sigh of arousal escapes your lips when he kisses you back, your hands frame his face as you pull him closer and climb into his lap, straddling him, your knees pressing into the bed on either side of his hips. Conrad's arms wrap around your waist, fingers digging into your skin through the sheer fabric of the dress before they slip inside, caressing that bare, warm skin of yours.
His tongue swept over your bottom lip before Conrad deepens the kiss.
You feel the way his body tensed up under you, you feel the way his tongue tangles with yours, you feel the way he is getting hard as you squirm in his lap.
Your palms that were resting on his strong shoulders move down to his bare chest, feeling that soft expanse of his skin underneath your fingertips as you continue kissing him with a wild abandon.
“Undress me.. please. I want you to undress me.” Your voice, thick with need, is barely above a whisper as you speak.
When Conrad pulls back, your heart melts into a puddle and the stickiness between your thighs blooms at the same damn time – his blue-green puppy eyes are blown wide with need and he is looking at you like the goddess of love, beauty and desire, Aphrodite is herself sitting in his lap, his soft pink lips, parted and swollen from kisses are smeared with spit and your lipstick, his breaths uneven, his touch scalding as he maps your curves.
There was a running joke amongst your group that Conrad's touch is ice-cold because he's cold hearted but you've never felt it, never when during childhood, he thought you how to play baseball, never when you danced in his arms at the Deb Ball, never when he held you and never when he made love to you, rather little fires of need ignited in your body that you didn't even knew to exist before him, wherever he touched.
His lips are now pressing kisses along your jaw, along the column of your throat to your bosom as his fingers work on your dress but it's proving to be a difficult task as you impatiently keep squirming in his lap.
“Baby..” He breathes against your lips, “I'm trying but you need to stop doing that.” Conrad points down at your hips moving in achingly slow, deliberate circles against his arousal, “otherwise, I don't know what I'll do.”
“Maybe, I want you to do that.” You smile coyly, your thumb tracing his lower lip.
“Fuck.” Conrad curses, his voice deep and strained with want as he kisses you again, all tongue and teeth as his deft hands pull down the neckline of your dress.
His tongue immediately wraps around one of your nipples as your hands tangle in his soft hair while your back arches and a loud shameless moan slips past your lips, lavishing your other breast with the love and affection, tonguing your nipples till they peak, Conrad pulls back with a slight pop and kisses you again.
Pushing him back slightly, so that the mattress bounces a little under his weight, you move down his chest, placing softest kisses here and there.
When you reach the hard bulge in his boxers, you look up at him from beneath your lashes and Conrad's breath catches in his throat, you were sweet sin and dangerous seduction personified and he was a sinner, your sinner.
Heart hammering in his chest, Conrad watches as you gently pull his boxers down, freeing his cock which hits against his abdomen with a gentle thwack making you giggle a bit at the funny sound but then you look up at him again before wrapping your hand around his length.
A flush of pride and excitement rushes down your spine when it swells under your touch, your mouth waters from how long and thick he is, precum pearls at his mushroom tip, thick veins run down from the underside as you gently stroke him a few times before leaning in and licking a long stripe from base to tip, tongue swirling against his slit, tasting the slightly bitter precum and then use your thumb to spread it down his shaft.
Conrad curses, the sound low and guttural like the air has been knocked out from his lungs and you smile, mentally patting yourself at the victory. Your lips, soft and slow wrap around his tip sucking him a little harder while your fingers roll beneath his balls, his hips push up, his head falling back on the mattress with a soft thud, his chest rising and falling a little faster now as a sheen of sweat glistens on his skin.
“Feels good, love?”
“Yeah..” Conrad rasps, voice heavy with arousal, “feels so good, love..”
Slowly, you take him in your mouth, until you feel the weight of him on your tongue and hollowing your cheeks, you lick down the sensitive underside of his cock, setting a rhythm and using your hands to stroke what you can't reach, sinking lower and lower until his tip nudges the soft spot at the back of your throat.
His hands that were at his side till now, tangle gently in your hair, not pushing, pulling or guiding - just there, letting you do whatever you want with him and by the way you're going, Conrad knows it won't be long till he spills right into your throat.
“You're so beautiful..” Conrad manages to speak, more to himself than to you, “so so beautiful.. I can't believe I got so lucky..”
You moan around his girth, very pleased with yourself as your mouth works in tandem with your hands, in and out, licking, sucking and stroking.
He whimpers when your lips graze his balls, whimpers..
“Baby.. oh! Oh god.. I– I'm not gonna last long..” Conrad gasps.
Conrad lifts his head and almost passes out from the sight before him, your spit slicks his cock, glistens at the corners of your mouth, a thin string of saliva connects your lips to his shaft which severs as you lean in and place a kiss on the tip before getting up from between his thighs.
The kiss that follows is searing, all consuming as you both claw off whatever fabrics are left on your bodies, Conrad flips you so that you are on your back, sprawled out on bed as he takes his own sweet time to look at you, look at his wife bathed in the soft bedroom lighting.
Your hair cascades like a waterfall on the sheets, your body, bare, curvaceous and beautiful hums with need and warmth, your skin is flushed, your breaths are uneven, your eyes are blown wide with need, your neck marked with fresh hickies and arousal glistens between your thighs.
“Are you just going to watch Dr. Fisher?” You ask coyly, sitting up slightly on your elbows.
“Don't blame me, my wife is so beautiful, just.. otherworldly beauty if I'm being honest. I'm so fucking lucky!” He responds with a smile, leaning over you.
You smile and kiss him softly, once, twice and then Conrad is chasing your lips again.
“And right now, your wife is soaking wet at the thought of you inside her, at the thought of your thick cock stretching her out.” You whisper, your breath hot against the shell of his ear, “So are you going to do something about it, Dr. Fisher?”
Smiling against your lips, Conrad flips you so that you're on your fours on the bed and your heart hammers in your chest from excitement, from that rush of arousal that thrums through your body as you feel his palm, gentle yet teasing, trace down your back before he gently spreads your legs so that he can settle comfortably between them.
Conrad strokes himself a few times before slipping his cock inside, the wetness pooling between your legs and his leaking, painfully hard shaft [all thanks to your mouth ;)] allows for easy slide between your folds, his tip nudges your clit and that friction is enough to make you see stars as your back arches, your hips lift greedily for more on their own will as you moan his name, loud and clear.
“Conrad..”
His one hand rests on the soft curve of your stomach while the other pushes you back down into the mattress as Conrad pushes his thick length further, the whine on your tongue melting into another moan of his name as his cock sinks between your gummy walls, stretching you out like you've been craving for since you both were making out in his lap.
Buried to the hilt, Conrad gives you some time to adjust to his girth, dropping softest kisses on your back and shoulders, you feel his warm, broad, firm body pressed against your back as he does so and also, very lovingly, moves your hair away from your face. Your fingers entwine lovingly with him from where they are resting against your stomach before you turn to look at the love of your life and he places a soft kiss on your lips, you chase his lips for one more which turn into three more.
When he moves, Conrad's pace is guarded, cautious at first but as your hips meet his, that greed from earlier coming back in full force and you push yourself back on his cock, it shifts into something hard, hot and messy.
“Baby.. you.. Baby.. you feel so good, FUCK! Squeezing me so.. so good.. FUCKING HELL!” He growls, drunk on your love and on your pussy.
You brace yourself against the mattress, your fingers curling into the sheets in a white knuckled grip even though your arms feel like jelly, the force of his hard thrusts has you driving further up the bed and your lashes are wet with tears.
Your sister, Anika and Belly crash on the living room couches as soon as they walk into the beach house, thoroughly exhausted from the night out.
“Wait.. do you guys hear that?” It's Anika who speaks up again.
“Hear what?” Belly asks, clueless.
“That..” Anika points to the ceiling, clearly indicating the rooms upstairs.
Your sister listens closely.
At first, she, like Belly, could not hear anything but then she did, the rhythmic rattle of something heavy against the wall, it's slow at first but gets louder, until all three of them could clearly hear it.
The sound was coming from upstairs, where your and Conrad's bedroom is, Conrad is at home and you came back home from the pub like you informed your sister through text on your ride back home, promising to tell her everything tomorrow at breakfast.
That only means one thing.
The math is definitely math-ing.
“This is exactly what I was telling you about, back at the pub.” Your sister nods as Anika's jaw drops.
“You.. you mean.. this is them??” She asks.
“Yup, that's the bed frame rattling against the wall.”
Belly's face grows hot as she excuses herself to get some fresh air and almost runs out the front door.
“Get it girllllllll!!” Anika cheers and your sister laughs before they too leave to give you and Conrad privacy, closing the door behind them.
Arousal pools in the pit of your stomach, each of Conrad's hard thrusts bringing you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm that you know will have you seeing stars like it always does.
“Let go sweet girl.. I've got you.” Conrad cooes, his pace unrelenting as he showers sweetest kisses on your shoulders.
It isn't long before you are cumming on his cock, galaxies bursting behind your eyelids as Conrad watches you fall apart for him and lovingly holds you through it all, then flips you again, so that now you're on your back, looking into his eyes.
You can feel him nearing his release too as he twitches inside you, his thrusts getting slower, reaching out, you lovingly cup his face in your palms and press your lips to his in a sweet kiss.
“Cum for me Connie, please cum inside me.”
And that's all it takes for Conrad to fall over the edge as he cums, emptying himself deep inside you with a grunt.
You both lie there for a while, catching your breaths as your heartbeats return to normal and you both transport back down to earth from the realm of stars. Conrad gets up and you whine cutely as you miss the warmth of his body, making grabby hands towards your husband to which he smiles, love and fondness shining in his beautiful eyes as he leans down to kiss you before exiting the room.
Drifting between slumber and consciousness, you are almost asleep and don't notice Conrad coming back, it's only when you feel his soft lips on your forehead, on your cheeks is when you wake up to find him sitting on bed, a soft smile lighting his handsome features as he gently caresses your cheek, thoroughly endeared and head over heels in love.
“I'm so sleepy..” You nuzzle into his chest.
“I know my love, but first you need to drink this.” Conrad hands you a glass of water and makes sure you drink until the last drop, “And then you need to eat.”
“Hmm.. so round 2 after food then?” You ask coyly, looking up at him.
“We both need to eat and I'm cooking.” Conrad answers, amused as he keeps kissing you again and again.
“A quickie on the kitchen counters then?” You giggle which turns into a squeal of laughter as Conrad picks you up in his arms before walking out of the bedroom.
summary: reader calls conrad to pick her up from a party after she can’t find anyone
word count: 361
warnings: drinking, kinda unedited
a/n: this is the first thing I've written in like a month and it's actually so cute 🫶
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conrad was the type of guy who cared about how you felt. if there were tears in your eyes that you were trying to hide? he would notice. if you were feeling uncomfortable in your body? he would notice. faking smiles to make others feel comfortable? he would make you laugh until you couldn’t stop.
and tonight was no different. ‘cause when he picked up the phone he could immediately tell something was wrong.
you went to a party with jeremiah, steven, and belly. conrad was at home sick. you drank a bit and were having a bit of fun. but before you knew it, the party was boring and you couldn’t find any of your friends. and they weren’t answering your calls. your last option was conrad. and you felt horrible to call him.
“hey conrad?”
“hey baby what’s up? are you okay?”
“um, im so sorry but i can’t find jere or steven or belly and i already started drinking. and i want to go home and i feel horrible to do this to you because you’re sick and i should find another ride but-“
“hey hey. it’s okay. i was already feeling better anyways. do not get in another car, i’ll be there in five.”
you both said your goodbyes and you waited outside the front of the house sitting by the curb. just like he promised in five minutes he was there getting out of the car and making sure you got to the passenger seat safely.
“im so sorry conrad.”
“no- hey, stop apologizing.” he cut you off, “i’m glad you called me. i would rather be throwing up on the wheel sick than you get in some random person's car and me not knowing where you are or who you’re with. okay?” he put his hand on your cheek and leaned in to kiss you.
“okay.” you sighed, “i’d be lost without you.”
he smiles, “well, I'll always be here.” before he shuts the door he kisses you again.
he puts his seatbelt on before opening his phone and calling someone, “and i’m gonna kill jere for supposedly being the dd and not having his phone on.”
Warnings: Missing person/search request, tension, implied danger
Words: 300 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 27th - “That’s where we always meet.”
The look from James Conrad told you he was suspicious the moment you started your approach. But he stayed. Sat in the corner of the hotel bar with his back to the wall, sleeves rolled to his forearms, one hand resting near a glass he had not touched.
You slid into the chair opposite him.
His eyes moved over you once. Not rudely. Practised. Taking stock of the tremor you had hidden in your hands, the dust on your shoes, the envelope tucked beneath your palm.
“You’re Conrad.” You weren’t asking a question.
“And you’re worried.”
You almost laughed. It came as scoff instead. “I need you to find someone.” You pushed the envelope across the table.
He did not open it right away. “Police?”
“No.”
“Family?”
You looked down. That was answer enough.
James’s expression gave nothing away, but his fingers flattened against the envelope like he understood it weighed more than paper.
“There’s a name in there,” you began “Last city I know he was in. A bar.”
Conrad opened it then, pulling the page free. His gaze sharpened as he read, the lazy posture draining out of him piece by piece.
“This man know you’ll be looking?” He asked casually
“He knows I always do.”
His eyes lifted.
You held his stare because looking away felt too much like fear.
“The bar,” he started “Why there?”
Your throat tightened around memories you had no intention of sharing with a stranger. Not yet.
Neon reflected in amber. A back booth. A hand closing over yours beneath the table. Promises made by someone who’d broken it anyway.
“That’s where we always meet.”
“Then we start there.” Conrad folded the paper slowly.
“We?” You’re eyes narrowed .
His mouth barely moved. “You didn’t come all this way to stay behind.”
Author’s Note : This fic is dedicated to Climate Change, for making me have to suffer through 20+ years of Christmas without a single fucking flake of snow to show for it 🙃
18+ Only - Minors DNI
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Sweaty would have been an understatement.
After two days in the jungle, after traipsing through endless amounts of grimy mud and sticky bushes and shouting yourself raw, it felt like no amount of cold showers was ever going to bring your body temperature back down to something reasonable.
Hell, it was damn near midnight now, and the outside humidity was still hovering well over 90%. But even in those conditions, the entire ordeal was worth it in the end.
You probably spent over half an hour in the shower once you made it back to the hostel. Just standing there, letting the water run down your scalp and skin, until your muscles were too heavy and exhausted to even reach for a bar of soap. Instead, your eyes fluttered closed while your mind replayed the dramatic events over the past two days.
Eventually you forced yourself to actually wash yourself and dry off. Conrad would surely be back soon, if he wasn’t already, and you wanted to be waiting for him when he finally returned. You wanted to hear about the look of joy on that poor mother’s face when her child was finally returned safely.
After dressing in what passes for clean clothes these days, you begin to sweat again before even making it back to the room. Cursing God, and Lucifer, and Jesus, and anyone else you could think of, you pushed open the door and flopped unceremoniously onto the stiff bed.
Christ, even the bedsheets were sticky and miserable. It’s a good thing you were so unbelievably exhausted, otherwise you might never be able to fall asleep tonight. And a sticky bed was way better than sleeping on the ground at least, but still - you’d absolutely murder someone just for the chance at a crisp, heavy snowfall tonight.
For a chilly, decadent Winter Wonderland, a fuzzy sweater, and a creamy hot chocolate. It’d been ages since you’d last felt a genuine shiver…
Groaning, you slowly push up to sitting and try to blink yourself awake. While rolling your shoulders to pop your neck, you glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It read half an hour till midnight, and your heart rate picked up a little bit. Only an hour had passed since temporarily parting ways with Conrad, and you already couldn’t wait to see him again.
To keep yourself occupied while waiting, you step gingerly over to the single table in your room and grab your canvas knapsack from the chair. Inside the bag, nestled between your empty canteen and a seemingly endless supply of empty peanut wrappers, is the journal you used to document your adventures with Conrad.
The journal has definitely seen better days. Its edges are bent and torn, the cover is littered with mud and water stains - but it was your most prized possession. Inside those pages were beautiful, tragic, tales of both wanderlust and wonderful lust. Traveling with Conrad was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, from midnight skinny-dipping to beach camping and stargazing.
You’d seen more marvels of the world than most people ever get to dream about. And the fact that you got to experience it all with such a stunning man was nothing more than a miracle.
In-between those special moments, there would occasionally be a less-than savory or even potentially dangerous mission to take on. They were just in order to fund your more pleasant adventures, but even the stress and peril was well worth it to you. Every moment with that tall, devastatingly handsome, perfectly muscular and very protective former soldier was a dream come true - snowy weather or not.
A warm breeze drifts in through the open window, charitably stirring the stagnant air in the room. It was a temporary reprieve, and just enough to get you to uncap your pen and begin writing.
Over the next several pages, recollections of the previous days’ events poured out seamlessly. The stop at this small village, just a day’s walk from Saigon, was supposed to be a quick one; just long enough to find a place to bathe and stock up on supplies for the final trek of your journey.
But as soon as Conrad heard a mother’s anguished screams of terror down the street, he literally dropped everything and took off running. By the time you managed to pay the vendor, gather the purchased wares from the street and take off after him, he had disappeared.
A few minutes later you finally managed to find him, down on his knees and comforting the distraught mother in broken Vietnamese while her neighbors and other children shouted additional information to him. Eventually, he was able to determine that the woman’s youngest child, a boy no more than 2 or 3 years old, had taken off suddenly - possibly into the jungle, and definitely terribly lost.
One look from Conrad was all it took to let you know that Saigon could wait; finding this missing child was way more important than any other task he’d ever been given. Only a monster would ever disagree with him about something like that.
Shortly thereafter, you were journeying back into the jungle with Conrad, alongside the woman’s brother and his two eldest children. All four of you walked from sunrise to sundown, meticulously searching every inch of the earth in widening, concentric circles - slowly venturing further and further into the jungle, looking for clues and desperately calling out the name of the missing child.
If it were up to Conrad, you knew he’d keep looking throughout the night, and that he was only stopping at sunset to give you and the others a chance to rest. But as soon as he thought you were asleep, he’d slip out of your tent and go off searching by himself all night, returning to camp just before sunrise and looking more weary than ever.
But eventually, you all did manage to find the child. When Conrad pulled that scared little boy down from the tree, you wept actual tears of joy. He was mostly uninjured, just frightened and starving and sporting a few more scrapes and cuts than before. And after getting a little bit of food and water into his belly, the former soldier dutifully carried him all the way back to the village.
He’d directed you to go straight to the hostel to get cleaned up while he returned the child to his mother, and that was where the journal entry concluded for now. Your eyes filled with happy tears once more as you skimmed over the words you’d just written; you’d never ever seen Conrad more pleased or relieved than in the moment when he finally located the little boy alive.
Finding people and reuniting lost loved ones was in his blood, it was woven tightly into his DNA. It was what he lived for most; the one thing he’d never been able to have himself.
With a relieved sigh, you flip back a few pages to check the date of the previous entry, and your breath suddenly hitches in surprise. Could this be right?! Maybe all the sweat was seeping into your brain and drowning all of your synapses beyond functionality…
But no. You double- and then triple-check. You count on your fingers, you write out each date individually in the margin of the page. The last entry, written the morning you and Conrad were due to arrive in the village, two whole days prior, was dated December 22nd. Making today…December 24th.
Christmas Eve.
Your heart flutters in your chest as a wave of excitement and painful nostalgia crashes over the room. Life is so much different now than when you were a kid; of course Christmas wouldn’t be any exception, no matter how much you loved the holiday. And it doesn’t feel right, sweating and feeling like you’re boiling alive on the day before Christmas - yet, here it is all the same.
Mercifully, the pain is short-lived as you sense the familiar thud of Conrad’s boots finally coming up the stairs. The sound of his voice, spirited yet exhausted, reverberates off your skin as he laughs with another guest of the hostel. You barely have enough time to bite your lip in anticipation before he’s bursting into the room, a lovely grin on his face and his jeans and knapsack covered in dirt and muck.
Like he’s Santa Clause, and he’s finally come round to you, bearing gifts of good news and his very own presence.
You hop out of your seat, matching his giddy grin with one of your own. “Kid’s back home now? Safe and sound?”
Before he can even finish nodding, you’re across the room and jumping into his arms. Luckily, Conrad is already quite adept with this maneuver and he catches you with ease, bracing his arms underneath your thighs as they wrap around his waist.
“Was that doubt I sensed in your tone just now, darling?” he teases playfully against your lips, his large hands shifting to grip your ass.
You laugh, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck and shifting closer in his grasp to let your lips brush against his. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of doubting you…”
“There’s a good girl…” Conrad purrs before closing the distance between your lips, kissing you passionately and eagerly.
You moan into it, shifting one hand to cup his jaw as your lips part between his. Rushed and heated, his kisses taste like salt and sun and rain. Like home; a new one, completely the opposite of where you’d originally come from, but still somehow everything you’d ever needed.
It’s funny how things work out like that.
Before you can take another breath, he begins walking you both backwards, his hands squeezing your ass before you both go toppling onto the bed. As soon as you land and arch yourself beneath him, his kisses shift down your jaw to your neck, his teeth gently scraping against the delicate skin there.
“Christ, you smell incredible…” he groans deeply, his hands sliding up over your hips and underneath your tank top.
You let out a soft hum, grinning as he pushes the tank top up over your breasts, and then gasping as his lips find your nipple. Conrad was always a hungry man, but never more so than after a win like today.
“It’s called showering, Captain. You should try it sometime…”
His smirk grows exponentially after you tease him, devilish and intense as he crawls back up to let his lips hover just a heated breath above yours.
“Perhaps you should’ve waited for me…washed my back, while I washed yours…” he groans, the sound of it breathless and sinfully delirious already. For good measure, he rolls his hips in an enticing manner, slowly increasing the pressure against your throbbing clit.
As if you needed any additional reasons to want him this badly.
With each roll of his hips, you shudder in pleasure, the need at the apex of your thighs slowly drenching the fabric between you both. You need no further enticing and pull his face down, crushing his lips against yours in an even more desperate, more hurried kiss than before.
The next few moments are a flurry of breathless moans and needy groans. Two sets of hands work on one another’s clothing, pushing and pulling and stripping until you’re both as bare as the day each of you were born.
And then suddenly, Conrad’s inside you. That familiar stretch graces you once more, kindly blessing the ever-present ache that’s existed ever since you first laid eyes on him. Your back arches further, the heels of your feet dig into his hips and you both moan in unison as he sinks in, burying himself all the way to the hilt.
It isn’t the first time he’d had you, nor will it be the last, but it had been almost three whole days. Too long, practically a lifetime considering how good it always is - but even so, his pace is slow and languid, like he’s savoring it. He’s not a man drowning in a river after almost dying of thirst, but a man who’s been waiting patiently for a reward most definitely well-earned.
You can’t help the gasping laugh that escapes in a sudden rush of endorphins. Your heart lurches in your chest and your pupils dilate until there’s just a sliver of color left around them. This is a reward, yes, but it’s also more than that - it’s a gift.
Conrad, a dedicated and well-trained soldier until the very end, doesn’t miss a beat even after you laugh again and your arms tighten around his neck. He merely nips at your jaw while a curious smirk tugs at his cheeks, his hips continuing so smooth and fluid in their undulating.
“Something funny, dear?”
You gasp again as he punctuates that final word by slipping a large hand underneath your skull, cradling it gently and tilting it upwards. It’s a stunning move, making you feel so safe and small while he makes love to you. Your eyelids flicker, and he follows suit as you let out yet another breathless laugh.
“It’s Christmas…” you murmur, almost in a daze. You’re not even sure if the words are audible as a rush of light crashes over you.
“Is it now?” Conrad grins, mistakenly taking your statement as one of pure praise instead of just a reflection of today’s date. He thrusts harder, and lets out a deep groan as your muscles tighten in response.
You moan again and start to feel like you’re floating. Consistent breaths in and out are a thing of the past, but still, you manage a frenzied response. You want him to know the truth, to celebrate the special day with him.
“No - it’s…oh, God, fuck - the 25th! It’s the 25th…”
Conrad’s moaning along with you, drowning out any response in a sea of incoherence. His hips thrust deeper, the taut muscles of his back flexing and contracting in a quick rhythm underneath your hands. His forehead falls against yours, his gasps and exhales heavily washing over your cheeks and lips and nose. He’s starting to lose his mind, and the last thing you can see clearly are his eyes rolling back into his head.
It’s so incredibly hot when he loses control, the shameless passion he openly shows to you and only you. It’s the complete opposite of the winter wonderland you were dreaming of earlier. But when your thighs start to shake, he changes the angle of his thrusts - and then all of a sudden, it finally feels like Christmas.
Usually when you come, he makes you see stars, but not tonight. This time, you see Christmas lights - reds and whites and greens and blues all sparkling and dancing together in unison. The room instantaneously becomes a frigid, barren landscape and Conrad is the only warm thing left in existence, his fire crackling and popping against the deep and endless midnight sky.
Keeping you safe inside the great big dark unknown. A guiding light towards the brighter days lingering ahead.
You whimper as you come, from the sheer force of it, and Conrad tips right over the edge with you. His back arches to push himself deeper, his hips move frantically, pushing and pulling his cock over and over between your tight muscles like he just can’t help himself.
And why shouldn’t he? He performed a Christmas miracle yesterday.
It all feels like a dream, but eventually, Conrad’s hips slow, and he collapses on top of you. For a moment, neither of you can move, other than gasping for breath and whimpering with each uncontrollable twitch and spasm of every nerve and muscle. Slick skin marks both the mutual satisfaction and the need for another shower - and as long as you don’t pass out beforehand, this time you’d be honored to wash Conrad’s back for him.
Recovery takes longer than usual. Maybe it’s the culmination of the previous few days, the heat, the date; maybe it’s the reflection of the past year as a whole, or the hopeful promises of what the next one might bring. But when Conrad adjusts, and then tightens, his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and taking in a deep breath, you know it’s all of the above.
You hug him tighter in return. You press your lips to his ear, his jaw, his hair. Anywhere you can reach, anything that’s him. He’s made your year an incredible one, and you were sure that the next one was going to be even better.
Conrad lets out a deep, peaceful hum. One that reverberates deep into your heart and makes it skip a beat. He tilts his head and presses a deep, tender kiss to your cheek.
“Is it really the 25th?” he murmurs softly.
“Yeah, it is…” you laugh, turning your head and nuzzling your face against his. “Merry Christmas, Conrad…”
He chuckles and returns the sweet gesture, adding in a tender caress of your jaw. His eyes flicker up and then down your face, examining and completely mesmerized by everything he finds. Everything you feel about him, he returns tenfold, and it shows in every flicker of light in his eyes, mesmerizing and breathtaking.
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A/N: he's so beautiful i'm <333. anyways, sorry for dropping off of the face of planet earth, here's this. i tried to make this a lot angstier but i apparently do not have that ability. enjoy anyways :)
one shot, blurb, or head canon?: one shot
summary: conrad and y/n have been friends since they were born, but one kiss has her questioning everything.
pairing: conrad fisher x reader
warnings: this was written at 4 in the morning while i was delirious, so :), cursing, wandering hands, one smexy kiss, i believe that is it?
wc: 3397, she's a BIG ONE.
ever since i was born, my family has gone to spend the summer at the house of my mother’s best friend, susannah, in cousins beach. it has since become my favorite place in the entire world and throughout the other seasons of the year, i am left yearning for the summertime and craving the company of conrad fisher.
this summer is no different. we load into the car early in the morning so we can arrive in cousins at a decent time. my phone buzzes, notifying me of a text.
jeremiah 🙏
can’t wait to see y’all! are you on the way yet?
my sister, belly, replied before i even had the chance to fully read the message.
bells💕
can’t wait to see you either!
yep, we left about an hour ago.
steven👺
yo, this summer is gonna be so lit!
conrad <3
dude, who says lit anymore?
-> steven does, because he’s stuck in 2018 :/
steven whipped around in the front seat as belly snickered beside me.
“i am not stuck in 2018!” he said, sounding deeply offended. i threw my hands up.
“whatever you say,” i said. the sass king rolled his eyes and turned back around. my phone buzzed again, but this time it was a private message from conrad.
conrad <3
i’m assuming he got angry at you for saying that
i giggled at how well he knows our dynamic.
-> you know it
i’m excited to see you.
the text, which was seemingly normal, caused my heart to do a flip. why did that happen, you might ask? well, if you find the answer, let me know too because i’m clueless.
last summer, conrad and i spent a lot of time alone and… i won’t say we grew closer because we were already basically bonded at the hip, but it was like we had a deeper connection with each other. i started noticing the little things about him, like how his eyes sparkle when he laughs, or how he taps his fingers against his elbows when he’s angry, or how his voice sounds after he cries. there was always a painful ache whenever we had to leave cousins at the end of the summer, but last year it was a thousand times worse.
you might be thinking “duh, you’re in love with him,” but that’s not the case. you see, conrad is my best friend in the whole wide world, so i can’t be in love with him. no way.
after hesitating for way too long, i replied to his text.
-> I’m excited to see you too :)
after a long, aggravating (solely because of steven), cramped, car ride, we finally arrived. for some reason, my heart pounded in my chest as i opened the car door and exited the vehicle. jeremiah ran out of the house with susannah following right behind him.
“what’s up?!” jeremiah exclaimed as he embraced my mom. susannah beamed and welcomed me into her arms with a loving hug.
“oh my goodness, how are you?” she asked, but didn’t give me time to answer. “oh, it is so good to see you! look at how gorgeous you are! jeremiah, look at how beautiful she is!”
you remember how i said conrad is my best friend? well, that was a lie. jeremiah would kill me if he ever heard those words leave my mouth. i locked eyes with the tall, blue-eyed boy, and smiled brightly.
“well, look at you!” he laughed, running over to me and picking me up into a spinning hug.
“hey, what are you, 7’2 now?” i asked, giggling as he let me back down to earth.
“close, actually 7’3,” he said, poking my arm. i pushed his shoulder playfully.
that’s when i saw him. he was lurking in the doorway, looking as beautiful as ever. wait, i’m allowed to say he’s beautiful, right? right. he’s my friend. i can say my friend is beautiful.
“gonna go say hi to your boyfriend?” jeremiah whispered in my ear. i elbowed him in the gut, causing him to grunt.
“hey,” conrad said, running his hand through his perfect-... his brown hair.
“hi,” i replied. we looked at each other for a moment before he opened his arms to embrace me into a very awkward hug. we pulled away and he said hello to everyone else.
“alright, who’s ready for some food?” susannah asked.
at the dinner table, i sat sandwiched in between conrad and jeremiah as our families caught each other up on the past 9 months.
“so, belly, y/n, any special guys that have your attention back home?” susannah asked. i felt conrad’s gaze shift over to me, but i did not look up from my plate of food.
“i don't really exist to the guys back home,” belly said.
“well look what they’re missing out on,” susannah said. “y/n? anyone for you?”
“um, no. no one that i can think of,” i said.
“what about ethan?” steven asked. i furrowed my eyebrows at him.
“ooh, who’s ethan?” jeremiah asked beside me.
“he was this guy that i was talking to but he ditched me for someone else." the whole room was silent and i could feel pity floating in the air. i heard jeremiah take a deep breath next to me before patting his thighs.
“who wants some dessert?” he asked, standing up. i silently thanked him for changing the subject.
“ooh, yes, i made some strawberry cheesecake,” susannah said, following her youngest son into the kitchen.
“you guys want some?” my mom asked us. belly shook her head.
“i’m alright, i’m gonna finish unpacking,” she said, standing up. steven copied her actions.
“me too,” he said. my mom then looked at conrad and i.
“wanna share a slice?” he asked me. i nodded.
“yeah, we’ll share,” i repeated to my mom. she gave us a quick jerk of her head before striding into the kitchen. “i haven’t had cheesecake in forever,” i said, leaning back in my chair.
“maybe you should come to visit more often, you know she makes them like every week,” he said with a laugh. i giggled.
“maybe i should.”
we sat in silence for a few seconds, listening to the laughter and commotion in the kitchen.
“i didn’t know you were talking to someone,” he said, all of the sudden.
“yeah. i would have told you, but i didn’t know if it would go anywhere… and it didn’t, so..” i said. he nodded slowly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“that sucks,” he said. i laughed at his bluntness.
“yeah, just a bit,” i said. awkward silence.
“i’m sorry that happened, you deserve better than that,” he said. i had been avoiding his eyes for most of this conversation, but looking into them now, i could tell he was being sincere. now, i, of course, do not do well in serious situations, so i ruffle his hair.
“awe, thanks connie,” i said. he scoffed, a smile on his face as susannah, my mom, and jeremiah brought 4 plates of cheesecake over. my mom set one in front of conrad and i.
“beck and i are gonna go eat in the living room,” she said. i nodded.
“thanks mom. and thank you for the cheesecake, other mom,” i said. susannah laughed.
“of course.”
conrad, jeremiah and i ate our slices, then i decided that i wanted to go swimming.
“you know you’re supposed to wait for 30 minutes after you eat to go swimming or else you’ll get cramps,” jeremiah said.
“that’s a myth, i’m going,” i said as i marched up the stairs.
"fine, but don't come crying to me when your stomach hurts!"
after changing into my bathing suit, i grabbed my towel and went downstairs, heading straight for the pool. i opened the sliding door and stepped outside, closing it behind me. i started my playlist on my phone and set it, along with my towel, on the edge of the pool before jumping in, the cool water causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin.
i had been swimming alone for about 5 minutes when i heard the sliding door open again. i looked over to see conrad stepping outside.
“hey,” i said.
“hey,” he replied. “mind if i join you?” he asked.
“not at all.”
he pulled his tank top off and i had to pull my eyes away from his body as he entered the pool.
“hey, i was thinking we could go to the gas station tomorrow and stock up on drinks and junk food for our movie marathon,” i said.
“oh yeah?” he asked, his eyebrows raised slightly and a faint smile playing at his lips. “what kind of movies?”
“marvel, duh. we already established this last year after our harry potter binge watch,” i said.
when you first meet conrad, you might think he’s this hot-shot that’s too cool for anything, but he’s actually 100% a nerd, and that’s just another thing to love about him.
“chronological order?” he asked.
“of course,” i stated. “there’s no other way to do it.”
“won’t it take like 24 straight hours to watch them all?” he asked, laughing.
“i don’t know, let me look,” i said, swimming over to where my phone was. ‘daft pretty boys’ by bad suns began playing as i looked it up. “holy shit, it’s 99 hours,” i said, looking back at him in awe. he began laughing.
“i was WAY off,” he said.
“just a bit,” i laughed. “do you still want to?” i asked.
“watch marvel?” he asked. i nodded. “yeah, of course.”
“good.”
we swam for a few minutes of comfortable silence before one of us decided to speak again.
“hey, c’mere, you got something in your hair,” conrad said, looking at the top of my head. i froze.
“is it a bug?” i asked. he furrowed his eyebrows.
“i don’t know, come here,” he said.
“oh my god, oh my god, get it out,” i said, freaking out and attempting to make my way over to him.
“well, come here,” he said, laughing. i grabbed his shoulders and he held my arm, reaching up to grab whatever the fuck was in my hair. he pulled it away and held it in front of me, and i could feel the panicked expression leave my face. “it’s a leaf,” he laughed. “you were freaking out for nothing.” i splashed some water at him and his jaw dropped. “oh, really?” i shrieked as he sent a shit ton of water my way, attempting to protect my eyes and splash him at the same time. “holy shit!” he laughed.
i made an attempt to run, which wasn't very smart, considering we are in water, and he caught me. his arms were looped around my waist and he lifted me up, spinning me around and pinning me against the side of the pool. he then began tickling me, causing a wheezy laughter to fall from my lips.
“sto- stop! conrad! i’m gonna kick you,” i laughed, trying to catch his hands. i finally managed to grab his wrists and push them away from me. “you’re a fucking asshole,” i said, out of breath from laughing so much.
“you're the one that fucking started it,” he laughed. one last giggle escaped my lips before i realized what a compromising position i was in. conrad was dangerously close to me and i was still pinned against the side of the pool.
i looked up into his eyes and my heart pounded in my chest as he stared down at me. i couldn’t stop myself from glancing at his lips and my grip on his wrists loosened. my mind was screaming at him to back away, but all my heart wanted was for him to be even closer. he raised his right hand, cupping my face and using his thumb to pull my lower lip down. in this moment, all common sense fled my brain and i wrapped my arms around his neck, closing the gap between us as quickly as possible. i pressed my lips against his and he reacted quickly, moving his lips in sync with mine as he grabbed the undersides of my thighs and lifted me up. i parted my lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth and he took that opportunity very quickly. his tongue pushed against mine and i let out a pathetic whimper into his mouth as i felt his hands grab my ass and pull me closer to him, if that was even possible.
this isn’t right. this shouldn’t be happening. but, the taste of him on my tongue is so good, i never want this to end. our tongues continued dancing around with each other until i finally had the strength to push him away.
“i’m sorry,” i said, keeping my hand steady on his chest.
“what? what’s wrong?” he asked.
“we shouldn’t be doing this,” i said.
“why not?”
“because we’re just friends,” i said. his jaw slightly dropped.
“you know that’s not true,” he said, his voice low. i nibbled on my bottom lip, knowing i shouldn’t miss the feeling of him kissing me, but missing it anyways.
“i have to go,” i said, almost in a whisper.
“wait, y/n-” he was trying to reach for me, but i had already hauled myself out of the pool. i grabbed my phone and towel, wrapping it around me before running inside.
i closed the sliding door behind me and bolted up the stairs to my room, closing the door behind me. a few seconds later, i heard quick footsteps approaching, but i didn’t move a muscle. a knock sounded out on the door but i didn’t open it.
“y/n. please, open the door,” i heard him plead. “i just want to talk.” when i didn’t answer, he sighed. “if we’re just friends, how come you’re avoiding this conversation?” he waited a few more seconds before i heard his footsteps leaving.
for the rest of the night, i had to repeat to myself, ‘we’re just friends,’ but a nagging thought kept returning to my head. why am i avoiding the conversation if we are just friends?
i woke up the next morning to someone knocking on my door. i rubbed my eyes and sat up, yawning.
“come in,” i said, my voice sounding raspy. susannah walked into my room with a bright smile on her face.
“good morning,” she sang out.
“good morning,” i replied with a smile on my face.
“so, if you didn’t already have any plans for the day, i was thinking that you, belly, your mom and i could have a girls day out. get some shopping in, get our nails done, all that good stuff.”
i thought about the plans i had made with conrad to get junk food and watch marvel movies… and then i remembered our kiss.
“yes!” i said, a little too eagerly. “yes, that sounds great.”
“alright, well, get dressed and we’ll leave in about… 45 minutes?” she said. i nodded. she smiled and stood up, exiting the room and closing the door on her way out.
i groaned and let my face fall into my hands. i can’t believe i fucking kissed him. i can’t believe i fucking liked it. this is gonna ruin our friendship.
with a heavy heart, i dragged myself out of bed and forced my feet to walk over to the closet.
“we’re home!” susannah yelled once we got home from being out the whole day. no replies. she sighed and rolled her eyes. “we brought food,” she called out. footsteps came pounding down the stairs and i laughed when steven and jeremiah appeared.
“food?” steven asked. i rolled my eyes when he took the bag of food from belly and went into the kitchen. everyone followed behind him, eager to stuff their faces.
“jeremiah,” i said.
“hm?”
“where’s conrad?” i asked, unconsciously missing his presence.
“i’m not sure. he just said he was going out,” he replied. i nodded and followed the flock of hungry people to the kitchen.
later that night after everyone was asleep, i found myself in the kitchen. i opened the fridge, in search of a bottle of water, but all i got was the fright of my life when i closed the door and saw conrad standing in the dark.
“holy fuck! what are you doing? you scared the shit out of me!” i said. a slight smile played at his lips but he covered his mouth.
“i’m sorry,” he said, obviously trying not to laugh. i found myself having the same struggle. a laugh escaped and i shook my head.
“you’re a dumbass,” i smiled at him.
“i was just trying to get a water,” he laughed.
“well, me too, but instead i got a heart attack,” i said, lifting myself onto the island. a few seconds of silence passed before he spoke.
“can we talk?” he asked.
“we’re talking right now,” i said, even though i know that’s not what he meant.
“you know what i mean,” he said. i pursed my lips.
“what do you want to say?” i asked.
“well, first off, thanks for ditching me today,” he said, leaning against the counter opposite me. “i went to the gas station and got all of your favorites,” he said, motioning to the bag sitting on the island next to me. i suddenly felt the urge to cry.
“i’m sorry,” i said, looking down at my hands. the fact that he still went and got all of my favorite snacks even though i was avoiding him… god, why does he have to be so perfect?
“look at me,” he said. i obeyed immediately, looking into his green eyes. “why’d you run away last night?” he asked. i hesitated.
“i didn’t know what i was doing. we’re just friends,” i lied.
“y/n, friends don’t kiss like that,” he said, walking over to me and placing his hands on the counter on either side of me. my heart began pounding again as the scent of his familiar cologne enveloped me. “tell me the truth.”
“i was scared,” i said. his eyebrows furrowed.
“of me? did i do something wrong?” he asked. i shook my head no. “what were you scared of?” he asked, his voice soft. i looked back down at my hands. i’m not gonna be able to say this to his face.
“of admitting that i’m in love with you,” i said, just loud enough for him to hear. his breath audibly hitched. everything was silent and still for the next few seconds. with his left hand, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him.
“you’re in love with me?” he asked. i nodded slowly.
“yes,” i said. he pursed his lips.
“why were you scared of telling me?” he asked. i took a deep, shaky breath.
“because i knew that it would become real once i admitted it to you and myself. i don’t want to ruin our friendship,” i said.
before i knew what was happening, we were kissing again. this time, it was slow and loving. lip locking that felt like it was making up for years of secret pining and yearning. once he pulled away, he pursed his lips.
“can i tell you something?” he asked, his left hand now holding the back of my neck and his right resting on the side of my thigh. i nodded.
“you’re not going to ruin our friendship. i’m in love with you.”
i didn’t think one sentence could cause such relief and content until i heard those words leave his mouth.
“you promise?” i asked. he held his right pinkie up. i linked mine with his and he kissed his hand. i mimicked his actions before wrapping my arms around him and laying my head against his chest. he rested his chin on my head and rubbed my back, letting me sink into the warmth and comfort of his body.
“i feel like i’m missing something,” steven said. oh no.
Every fall I would come to cousins for a week, to fix anything around the house that needed it, and every fall, just for a week the Beck house was mine. The house itself was summer, even in the fall, every room every hallway screamed summer, I loved it, loved the warmth and the memories that erupted from every crevice of the house.
This fall was no different, I had packed up my car and driven from Philly to Cousins alone as usual, singing along to every song on the long playlist Conrad and I had created for the road trip we have never taken. Every summer with him was the same: Bonfires, dancing, shared glances and lingering touches that never amounted to anything. Every year I justified it the same way, Belly was my younger sister and she was in love with him, who was I to take that from her, to steal the light of my sister's life even if I have loved him for longer, and even if I was convinced that he loved me too. But then this summer, this summer Belly kissed Jeremiah, took him to the deb ball, became his girlfriend and left me with the horrifying realisation that I couldn’t use her feelings as an excuse to bury my own.
I shuddered walking into the Beck house, flicking on the lights and immediately cranking the heat up. Unlocking the family room doors I stopped for a second and took in the sight, of 5 new portraits painted by Susannah hung up I couldn’t help but admire each one, bask in the memories I knew would always linger in the careful brushstrokes on the canvas: the first dreadful painting of Jeremiah created under the influence of some very strong edibles covered by Susannah's masterpiece; my baby sister in the decadent dress she could hardly stand, surrounded by flowers looking perfect; Steven with the biggest grin on his face, probably pulled from the thought of Shayla; me, standing on the beach, wind in my hair, that dress- somehow Suzannah had managed the impossible of making a chaotic evening look perfect in painted form; and finally, Conrad, my blue-eyed boy, sitting in the gazebo where we had nearly kissed, hair falling perfectly and the wide smile only his mother could conjure. I traced his smile with the pad of my fingertips, Conrad used to wear that smile all the time, but this summer he was burdened with the knowledge of Suzzanah’s cancer and that dampened his mood. We all struggled through summer and promised to be there for each other, but I hadn’t spoken to Conrad in months. I did know about Susannah before the others, I couldn't help but think back to the moment he told me.
“Thank you for coming” Cleveland’s smile was half-hearted and forced, I nodded and glanced over his shoulder to my best friend, his form scrunched up, hand in his hair. Cleveland sighed and led me over to him.
“Con?” It was cautious, Conrad wasn't good at showing emotions, so to be like this, he must be overwhelmed. He looked up at me through glassy eyes and my heart broke, I extended a hand which he took hesitating for a second before pulling me in and burying his head in my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and kissed his head giving him the time to come up with the words,
“Mum’s, it’s… the cancer is back”
The words were almost inaudible, he didn’t look up, he just loosened his grip on me for a moment, letting the words sink in.
“Oh bug I'm so sorry”
That was all he needed, he pulled me into a crushing hug again but I held him just as tightly, Suzannah was dying and my best friend was suffering. All I could do was hug him on the dock.
Blinking back a fresh wave of tears I drummed against the painting for a moment, composing myself, no one else was here but this was a sanctuary and I didn’t want to disturb the silence. Susannah had made me promise to always return to cousins, for this week of the year no matter what happened, and I promised her that, but at the same time, I had vowed to myself to always let his house be a place of love and light even when I was alone. Susannah was trusting me to keep her magic alive, and I wouldn't let her down.
As the house warmed up I began my routine, dusting off the cabinets and grabbing some wood from the shed in the garden, later on as the sun set I would light a fire and flick on a film settling into the warm worn house, my home not just for the week but for always.
After briefly surveying the cupboards I went to buy groceries, taking in the serenity of cousins. In summer it was bustling there was always something happening somewhere and everyone filled the streets. But in the fall, Cousins was mine, very few people remained, and the cold air kept them indoors, though I would walk on the beach still, exist still, and others would hide away from the cold. Cousins was still magic, just a different kind. Standing in the store I filled my basket with the essentials and a few extras to hide in people's rooms for the summer, Jere’s favourite chocolate, red vines for steven, a pack of Cheetos for belly and of course sour patch kids for Conrad. Eventually, I paid for all the groceries and loaded them back in my car heading back to the house.
It didn’t take long to unpack everything, it was ingrained in me at this point. I built up the fire and then went around the house watering the succulents for the first time in a month. I was watering the biggest Cactus that had existed in this house since I was born, when I looked up and saw them, those blue eyes reflected back at me in the window. I put the jug down and turned for a second, half expecting the room to be empty and my mind to be playing cruel tricks on me. But there he was, my best friend, more dishevelled than usual, but a strange smile playing on his lips.
“Con…” I didn’t move
“I needed a break from the house for a minute, mum said I would find the answers I need at the summer house.”
Susannah had sent him? To me? I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what I should say or do but he smiled, a genuine smile, and tears rolled down his face. The offer to leave was caught in my throat and before I could force it out he finished his thought,
“I guess she has always known exactly what I need.”
I had crossed the room in a second, he pulled me off the ground and our lips met, for the first time, we were caught in the silence, united in the magic, alone together. There were no words exchanged as we broke apart, but as our foreheads met and his eyes met mine, I knew,
just Conrad proposing to you WAYY better than Jeremiah ever could trust me and I didn’t really look over this story so there might be some mistakes
It started like any other late summer afternoon at Cousins — or at least, that’s what you thought.
The sky was that perfect, hazy blue that only exists at golden hour, streaked with soft clouds and the warmth of July. You hadn’t been to Cousins in weeks — not since school got so busy.
But Conrad had called you the night before, asking, “Come to Cousins with me tomorrow. Just for the day.”
You didn’t question it. When it came to Conrad, you never really could.
Now you were driving with the windows down, his hand resting on your thigh, the scent of salt and sunscreen already filling your lungs. Music played low on the radio, but he wasn’t singing along like he normally would. He was quiet. Not distant, just… quiet. Like he was trying to keep something inside.
You parked in the same driveway you always had, the house just as you remembered — white trim, sea-worn wood, and tons of summers past hanging in the air. But Conrad didn’t let you go inside.
“Come with me,” he said, his fingers lacing with yours.
You looked at him curiously. “Is this the part where you tell me you found a hermit crab and named it after me again?”
He smiled — that crooked, nervous Conrad Fisher smile — and shook his head. “No. Something better.”
You passed the firepit. The volleyball net. The log where you and he sat for hours talking about constellations and fears and forever. And then… you saw it.
The old dock.
Except now it looked like a dream.
String lights were hung around the posts. A blanket was spread out at the end, weighted down by candles in glass jars and hydrangeas that looked like they’d been picked with care.
You stopped walking.
“Wait,” you breathed. “What is this?”
He turned to face you, eyes soft and nervous and so full of love it almost hurt.
Before you could say anything else, he let go of your hand, dropped to one knee — and for a moment, the world just stopped.
Your breath caught.
Conrad Fisher — your Conrad — was looking up at you like you were the only thing he saw, kneeling in front of you with a velvet box in his hand.
“I’ve been trying to figure out what to say for weeks,” he began, voice low and trembling. “I’ve rewritten this in my head a thousand times — when you’re asleep next to me, in the car when a song reminds me of you, during random moments when I look over at you and realize all over again that I’m in love with you.”
You were already crying.
“I don’t think I ever believed in soulmates — not really. Not until you. You changed everything for me. You were never just the girl I liked. You were the girl who stayed. When I pushed you away, when I pulled you in, when I shut you down — you were still there. You’ve seen me at my worst. And you never gave up on me. You reminded me that I was worth loving, even when I didn’t believe it.”
“I’m not perfect. I overthink everything. But you — you make me want to be better. You make everything feel possible. You make love feel like coming home.”
“I want every version of life with you,” he said, his voice thick now. “The messy parts. The mornings when nothing goes right. The nights when we’re just laughing on the couch, half-asleep with takeout. I want to fight with you and make up with you. I want to grow old with you, even if we still argue about who’s better at Mario Kart.”
You laughed through the tears, shaking your head.
He smiled.
“I asked your parents last week,” he added softly. “Your mom cried. Your dad tried to act tough, but he hugged me before I even finished asking.”
Your hand flew to your mouth.
“And now I’m asking you,” he said, finally opening the box.
The ring was a gold-and-silver stone. Beautiful. Classic. Him.
“So I’m not just asking if you’ll marry me,” he said. “I’m asking if you’ll choose me. Over and over. The way I’ve always chosen you. My forever?”
You didn’t speak.
You dropped to your knees right there in front of him, face wet with joy, hands trembling.
“Yes,” you whispered. “Yes. Yes. Always.”
He let out the softest breath — part laugh, part relief, part sob — and slid the ring onto your finger.
And when he pulled you into his arms, both of you kneeling on that dock lit up with soft lights and candle flame, the waves crashing behind you like applause, you knew:
