#otp abc

E - EXERCISE

[do they like sports, what physical activities they take as a couple, types of sports they love to practice, are they a marathon/yoga couple or extreme/riskier sports are more on their liking etc.]

“This seems familiar.” Bastien laughed looking up at her. His was laying splayed on the mat, Olivia straddling his lap as she stared down at him.

Olivia threw back her head laughing, her eyes crinkling around the edges, he new her emerald eyes were sparkling. “I have to keep you in line somehow.” She quipped smiling at him.

“Is that what you think?” He growled, flipping her easily so he hand her pinned. 

Olivia gasped as his hand ghosted up her side. “It’s what I know.” She replied arching into his touch as his hand caressed her breast. “I also know you love that I take charge.” She hooked her knee over his hip, rotating she rolled him so she was back on top.

“You learned that the first time we trained together didn’t you?” He replied with a laugh. 

“And every time since.” She said leaning down to kiss him. “Maybe that’s why I like training with you so much, you don’t mind being pinned.

K - KIDS

[what are their thoughts regarding to the subject, what types of parents they are, parenting style, how did the days went when they were welcoming their babies into the world and/or into their family, where they stand regarding adoption and other alternative ways of having children etc.]

“Bas, do you want kids?” Olivia questioned glancing up from the nail she was filing. 

Bastien snapped his head to her, steely grey eyes wide in surprise. Do I want kids? The question took him by surprise. He had once dreamed of having a family, but it wasn’t in the cards for him—until Olivia. But the facts remained that he was in his forties and had serious a limp from the homecoming ball shooting. Could he keep up with a child? He’d raised Drake and Savannah from young teens, but it wasn’t the same. “I haven’t thought about it in awhile, but yes.” 

“Good.” Olivia said smiling as she went back to filing her nails.

Good? “Wait, why do you ask now?” He questioned his heart thundering in his chest.

“We’re pregnant.” 

Bastien leapt up, pushing her back into the bed peppering her face with kisses. “I love you Livvy,”

“I take it you’re happy.” She said pushing him back. She was glad he wasn’t freaking out but the kisses where too much. 

“Ecstatic.” 

Y - YELLING

[who’s impulsive/emotional and who’s calm/rational, how often do they argue, who’s the first that offers the olive branch after a fight, are they using sex favors to end/win a heated discussion, what is their fighting fashion, what are the subjects/themes they are mostly debate about etc.]

“I can’t believe that asshat got away with behaving like that at the meeting!” Olivia shouted going to grab her sharpening stone. She was seething with anger that Liam allowed Neville to behave in such a manner and bulldoze them during the meeting. She needed to calm down and the best way she knew how was to sharper her blade. 

“Livvy, I know but you need to calm down.” Bastien replied calmly.

Olivia spun around, her emerald eyes sparkling with rage. “You were there, don’t you think he was out of line?” She said pointing at him with her dagger. “Liam just let him take over instead of shutting him down. I can’t believe the audacity! He really thinks he’s better than the others on the council? That he knows better than we do in our own duchies! To think he thought he could tell me how to run Lythikos!”

“Liam will handle it, you know he won’t get away with it. But you really need to calm down, it’s not good for you.” He replies gesturing at her stomach.

“Fine.” Olivia said taking a deep breath. “But I need to relieve my stress somehow.”

“How do you plan to do that?”

“Strip.” 

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D - DRINKS & FOOD

[what cuisine they like to share and which one is only the preference of one of them but not the other one, cooking together time, which one of them is cooking and which is mostly the eater, cocktails on their liking, bars and restaurants they prefer to go on dating nights, food allergies they might have, which one is drinking and which one rather not, spices they like, comfort food of their choice etc.]

“What are you eating Della?” Olivia asked her face twisted in horror. 

Delphine smiled looking up at her scarlet duchess. “Beef jerky.” She held up the bright red pouch of teriyaki jerky. “Want a piece?”

“God no! I wouldn’t let anything like that ever cross my lips.” Olivia replied in disgust. 

Delphine shrugged her shoulders. “More for me then I guess.”

*

Olivia sat in her study, reaching into her desk drawer she pulled out a brown pouch. She reached in, pulling out a piece of tender dried meat popping it in her mouth. Her eyes closed as she hummed in enjoyment.

“Olivia!” Delphine’s voice broke her out of her reverie. 

Olivia’s eyes sprang open. “Della!” She looked down at the brown pouch sitting on her desk. “I can explain.”

“Oh I’m sure you can explain how you couldn’t believe I could enjoy beef jerky and then I catch you eating it.” Delphine said, hands on her hips lips pursed.

“I don’t like beef jerky. And especially not teriyaki this is hot bison jerky.” She reached into her desk drawer pulling out more brown pouches. “I also have venison, elk, alpaca, alligator and kangaroo.”

F - FIRST

[first time they saw each other, the first kiss, first time they’ve been together, the first dance they had, they celebrating the first Xmas/Hannukah/Kwanzaa together etc.]

“Can someone please explain to me again why we are playing this juvenile game?” Olivia asked as she reluctantly sat on the floor of Delphine’s room at Beaumont manor.

“Because Hana hasn’t played and truth or dare is more fun the more people that play.” Delphine replied.

“Fine.” Olivia sighed. “But your secrets better be juicy.”

“Since you’re so against it why don’t you go first Livvy?” Drake question dragging out the y to annoy her.

Olivia rolled her emerald eyes. “Dare and make it good Walker.”

“I dare you to kiss someone beneath you.” Drake replied taking a sip of his whiskey.

Olivia scoffed. “Is that the best you’ve got Walker?” Her gaze drifted around the room. “Hana is actually well skilled so she’s at least a match. Maxwell is Maxwell and just no.” Maxwell sat back looking hurt, arms crossing his chest. “Liam is about to be king so he’s above me.” Her eyes darted between Delphine and Drake. “Fine I pick Delphine.” 

Drake scoffed unsurprised. 

Delphine’s heart raced. She’d had a crush on Olivia since they met at the masquerade to kick off the social season. Despite Olivia’s harsh words, I don’t date below my station, and her biting remarks throughout the social season she still found herself entranced with the scarlet beauty. Delphine moved to kneel in front of Olivia. She leaned forward, Olivia meeting her halfway, their lips softly pressed together. Delphine’s hand moved to cup Olivia’s cheek as their lips melded together, sparks of electricity shooting through her. 

Before Delphine knew it they parted, leaning back against their heels. Her lips tingled and her cheeks were flushed pink. 

Olivia looked away, trying to conceal her flushed cheeks. “Well it could have been worse. I could have kissed him.” She pointed at Drake.

“Hey!”

K - KIDS

[what are their thoughts regarding to the subject, what types of parents they are, parenting style, how did the days went when they were welcoming their babies into the world and/or into their family, where they stand regarding adoption and other alternative ways of having children etc.]

“I want a baby.” Delphine blurted out. It’s all she had been thinking about for weeks. She somehow felt lighter now that she’d admitted her longing for a child. 

“We seem to be missing a key part necessary in conceiving a child Della.” 

“Well yes.” Delphine said wringing her hands. She didn’t realize this conversation would be so hard, she was never nervous, but here she was, heart racing in her chest as she discussed having a child with her wife. Wife, it still didn’t seem real. She still couldn’t believe she’s managed to break down the walls of the scarlet haired beauty. “There are options.”

“Such as?” Olivia asked with a smirk.

She’s doing this on purpose. Damn her! “Well there is adoption, or we could use a donor.”

“Like I’m going to use some strange man’s specimen to make our child.”

Our child. Those two words made her heart swell. This entire awkward conversation was worth it just to hear her say those two words. “We don’t have to use a stranger.”

Olivia laughed. “There are precious few guys close enough to either of us that I’d trust to ask. Ever fewer still that I’d be willing to allow to father our child.” 

“Okay. Who?” 

“Liam, but obviously that’s out of the question. Olivia pursed her lips, thinking over those she knew. “Maybe Bastien.”

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