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even after all this time, and even when her hair was disheveled and face was filled with regret, kian still saw lily as beautiful as ever. it brought a subconscious smile to his face as he watched her. âof course.â the smile on his face only continued to grow when lily thanked him, officially staying present when he became all too aware of her fingers on his. such a fleeting act shouldnât have made his heart hammer, and yet he swore he looked like one of those cartoon animals that was a mallet to the head away from seeing lovebirds dance around his head. âyeah, i know,â kian said as he quietly laughed, âwe need to get some fluids and greasy food in you and youâll be fine.â his one shoulder gave a small shrug as he continued to look at her. within the next second, like it was second nature (and a silent ask of permission for him to stay), kian threaded their brushing fingers with one another and held onto lilyâs hand. âyou know you can call me whenever, iâll always be there. youâve got nothing to be sorry about.â silence grew between them and kian, still a bit unsure of himself, took the next beat to purse his lips together before saying, âi should probably get going so you can rest up some more,â even though a big part of him wanted lily to tell him to stay.
his smile was still her weakness. such a natural and innocent behavior, and yet a feeling of warmth and security waved over her just observing the little things that she had cherished over the years. her light hues lowered to their hands as their fingers danced against each other, teeth sinking almost nervously into her lower lip as she attempted to focus her attention on his words and not the obvious flutter of emotions and nostalgic memory that preyed on her disarayed self. her processing delayed by the heightened state she was in, lily shook the blonde strays from her face as she instinctively tightened her grip on his hand, locking gaze with him pleadingly. "i don't want you to leave," she blurted out before she could stop herself, or more importantly, come up with an appropriate reason as to why she wanted him there. truth be told, the only thing standing in the way of her crawling ontop of him was embarassment and fear of losing him again. "please kian," she whispered as she shifted in closer, a deep exhale leaving her parted mouth. "this is the most time we've spent together since...everything."
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Hearing Laylaâs confession that sheâd thought of him, to some degree, like this, made him physically and emotionally react. BastĂan kissed her back in kind, soft as her own kisses at first and then the need to taste her was too desperate and his mouth went rough as his hands pawed at her curves. He didnât want to rush this, but a groan came from the back of his throat when her fingers trailed over the waistband of his boxers and her lips moved to his neck. Was it time for confessions, he thought but chose to keep his mouth temporarily closed. Bazzaâs right hand brushed over her leg and between them, lifting their bodies off the bed just enough to pull his boxers lower and release himself from the tightening confines of the thin cotton fabric.
Letting Layla decide when she was ready to climb onto him, he took his time savoring the sensation of her slick heat brushing against his length. BastĂanâs hands moved up her small frame, taking her breasts in either hand, gentle caresses before his lips wrapped around her nipples. As his tongue tasted her skin, his hips rolled into Layla as she reacted to the slightest touch. When his mouth moved up her dĂŠcolletage and his tongue drew a line up her neck until his teeth could gently nip at her chin, heâd been without words, in awe of her beauty- even in the darkness of the room. Heâd found them now, âIs that all you want from me, just one night?â There was a tinge of sadness to the whispered words. Delicately, Bazza pushed her hair from her shoulder, leaving a soft kiss in its place as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her chest to his. âIâll never fall asleep if thatâs the case.â There was a playfulness in his tone, but the statement was obvious, he thought. He wasnât going into this with the mentality of a one night stand, he was giving her a new part of his hard, a corner of it they hadnât yet explored, but sheâd always had a home in it.
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The sounds of their heavy breaths and the hushed sighs dragged, very evidently exposing their complicit acts as their bodies' weight shifted on the mattress beneath them and sheets crinkled. Her own body betrayed her as his erection pressed between her legs, her swollen folds dripping with anticipation of the unspoken act to come, all while her fingers danced across his warm skin. One stolen kiss and need for comfort had escalated to her hips intentionally pushing forward into his, soft-pitched moans leaving from her plush lips as her dark hues locked on his movements which left her speechless but wanting more. Their interaction was far more delicate and deliberately slow-paced than her time with any other man, and she savored every kiss, touch, and accidental brush of their unclothed figures molding together.
Her wide dark hues dilated further as the warmth of his tongue hit each sensitive nub until hardened. A whine drawing from her mouth, the bronzed petite tucked herself into his arms, marking soft, wet kisses along his shoulder blade before she searched for his expression in the darkness, taken aback by his words. "You have always meant more than one night." Her voice cracked, and she was surprised even at the overwhelming rush of emotions consuming her in the compromised position. Her fingertips soothingly traced over his abdomen as she leaned in to kiss him gently, pulling back after committing the interlock to memory. "I hope this is the first of much more..." Slowly lifting her hips to the right position, Layla closed the space between them while guiding herself down onto his length slowly. Her lips found his again as the swollen tip of his erection parted her entrance, her walls enclosing around him, causing her to rock sensually against him.
Let me spend my skin on you Kiss me, whisper, make me new Iâm a creature for your love
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Open: F Plot: Youâre staying with BastĂan while you travel abroad because our families are friends and both mothers insisted. Every night you sleep walk into his bed and he canât bring myself to kick you out because youâre adorable and heâs been struggling with insomnia, your company helping him get some of the best sleep of his life.
BastĂan closed his eyes, sick of staring at the ceiling after an hour of trying to sleep. He always had this problem when he was deep in research, his mind racing incapable of shutting off despite exhaustion. Exercise, melatonin, nothing worked... but his temporary house guest had been sleep walking into his room and heâd found some peace in the warmth of someone against his skin. Bazza had been biting his tongue, three nights in a row and he wondered if theyâd feel taken advantage of. Having woken up alone every morning, so he felt like they either knew and werenât saying anything either or it wasnât anything but a freak incident. He heard the door open, keeping his eyes closed, listening to the soft patter of her feet across his wooden floor and waiting for the slight shift in weight on his California King bed, but it didnât come. His deep voice whispered in the dark, âCâmere, you okay?â
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A deep groan passed his lips as Layla kissed him. His arms easily held her now bare frame, so small to his that his fingertips brushed his own ribs as he tightly hugged her. BastĂan simply could not get enough of that small moment in their new history. The thrill was akin to opening a new journal, he was ready to discovery the history, learn the curve of their script- like a fingerprint on each page. âLayla,â His deep voice filled the space with ease, as he sat up and effortlessly pulled her to his lap. âI want you and this⌠but I want it with the lights on. I donât want to forget a single second of this.â His digits brushed down her smooth skin and he mustered some restraint to not grope and paw in the dark, âIs that okay? Are you sure you want me?â BastĂanâs gaze fleetingly moved toward the lamp on his nightstand and then his phone which had an app that controlled the light fixture and fan, and all the other electronics in the room and house.
Being cradled by his larger figure as she kissed him, she had only wished she had made moves sooner to enjoy his company as he opened her forwardness. Her fingers brushed down his bare arms as he held her in his arms, chocolate hues finding his face in the darkness as his voice filled the room, the deep husky tone comforting her as she sank comfortably in his lap. As the lights flickered on, color flooded to her cheeks as she shyly nodded, feeling much more vulnerable to her naked form and curves exposed in the light. "I think part of me always wanted you," she whispered softly, pressing her lips together as her fingertips trailed over his chest aimlessly, finally meeting his gaze. "Bastian." Layla spoke his name slowly but intentionally as her fingers slid lower, brushing over the skin above the waistband of his boxers, her petite frame hovering over his as she placed another soft kiss to his lips and then down to his neck. "I won't forget tonight, I promise."

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Just what Jacob had been hoping for. Truthfully, who would ever want to turn down a cop? It would be so easy to just handcuff her and fuck her even if she said she wasnât up for that kind of repayment. She did owe him after all. Looking over at her, grin on his lips, he reached out a hand, placing it right on her thigh, fingers caressing the spot. âWell, I did save you, and it would only be nice to thank an officer for his help. Especially when he does have some sort of issue.â The growing arousal in his pants surely could have been counted as an issue, a good one though. âWhat do you think ⌠could you put that little mouth of your to useful action?â It would be a nice start for sure, her sucking him off. It would only prepare both of them for when heâd finally stop the car, deciding he just had to fuck her properly.
Breathless, her teeth sank into her bottom lip, watching as his warm fingers massaged her skin, inches from the hem of her short dress. Her eyes wandered from his hand to the evident bulge in his pants, the blonde swallowing empty air as she processed his words. Surely, he hadn't realy suggested she blow him as repayment? Strong-headed, Lily would have normally refused, but what would be the harm if it led to being fucked by a rather attractive cop at the end of the night. After all, she couldn't recall the last time she had sex. Exhaling quietly, her fingers reached to unzip his pants, sliding in to free the erection in his lap. She unbuckled her seat belt and shifted forward, her body folding as she stroked his length, rolling her tongue over the tip once. "I don't normally do this. But I know how to thank an officer properly," she mumbled before her tongue lapped over the swollen head, trying to hide her own excitement for his thickness.
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âsorry to disappoint but, no, this is real.â even if the confusion only lasted on lily for a couple of seconds, it was still worth it for kian. he was still amused. he laughed quietly at the sight of her burying her face into a pillow and he began to sat up, putting his shirt back on in the process. âno, we didnât,â kian finally admitted, hoping that would release a matter of tension and guilt coming from lily, âyou were beyond wasted. you could barely tell me where you were.â getting up and leaving before things became⌠well, weird⌠sounded like the next best course of action but the familiarity of being in the otherâs presence kept kian lingering. it wasnât as foreign as it should have felt. âyou asked me to stay the night and when you busted out the puppy dog pout, i couldnât say no.â kianâs trying to be as lighthearted about it as possible. obviously, even though it had been months since they had last seen one another, he didnât hesitate in picking her up when she had called. they were still friends before they were lovers⌠now ex lovers. kian shifted so that he was laying on his side, facing lily, with one arm propping up his body weight. he gave her a small kick from over the covers. âhowâs that head feeling?â
with a slow exhale, the messy blonde hair lifted from the pillow, her nose wrinkling at the faint smell of liquor on her skin. relief waved at her knowing she hadn't made a fool of herself, asking for his attention. his voice soothered her despite the pounding in her head. if he hadn't been the one person she trusted still after all this time, she would have been embarassed to be...less presentable. "thank you," lily finally managed, her dainty fingers reaching to brush over his, remembering his vow to take care of her even if their relationship burned to the ground. flipping herself upright so her back rested against the sheets again, she shifted to face kian, more comfortable than she had expected to be with her ex laying in bed beside her. "awful. you know i was always a lightweight," a giggle rang from her lips as her hand lingered against his, a frown settling onto her lips after a few moments. "sorry for taking so much of your time, ki. you will forever be the best boyfriend i ever had..."
The city wasnât safe enough for a woman like herself to walk home on her own, being the good cop he was (and considering it was a quiet shift so far) he had offered to take her home. Seated right next to him, Jacob took his time inspecting her, quite pleased by what he saw already. As he drove along the street, feeling himself growing hot and bothered already, Jacob decided it wouldnât do any harm to see if the woman was up for some fun. She was out late at night after all. âDonât you know its dangerous at this time of the day. There are many bad guys walking around. And a pretty woman like you ⌠I know exactly what theyâd want to do to you.â
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Her mind had been so wrapped up in making some progress in her dissertation, she had hardly noticed the sun setting and tables around her vacating until a librarian tapped her shoulder to let her know it was late. Lily had tried to refuse the handsome cop who offered her a ride home, and ultimately being tongue-tied by his persistence, she now sat idly twirling a strand of her blonde hair as his deep voice interrupted her thoughts. Her cheeks flushed at his words, her light hues dropping to the tight dress that probably didn't communicate graduate student to anyone. Perhaps it was her exhaustion or the silence that hung between her and the attractive officer, but before stopping herself, she managed out, "And so you saved me. How ever could I repay you for being so kind?"
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open starter. females/nb. our muses used to date and the previous night your muse got super drunk and kian picked them up and took them home and itâs the morning after.
nothing happened- kian made sure of that much. however, that didnât stop him from wanting to mess with his ex when he heard her stirring awake next to him in the bed they were sharing that night (a decision that was made by her, requesting that he stayed the night instead of going back home like kian had planned to) even though the two of them had both slept soundly on separate ends of the bed. kian removed the t-shirt that he had on so that by the time the girl had rolled over and saw him, all he was doing was grinning like an idiot at her while giving a knowing look. messing with her was always a favorite past time of his. âhey, gorgeous,â he greeted as he took the time to lick his lips while looking at her the way he used to in the mornings when they were still together (which, admittedly, wasnât all that hard to do), âlast night was pretty fun, right?â
rubbing her eyes sleepily, the blonde lifted her head in a daze, eyes widening once her vision could focus on the familiar face inches away from her. bright hues lowered to his bare abdomen before her hands cupped to pat her own frame, relieved when she felt her bra still on. "ugh please tell me this is a joke," she mumbled, vaguely remembering him carrying her to her bed the night before. even now, her heart still fluttered, the smell of his skin intoxicating to lily, who had been in love with him since they were children. only time hadn't been so kind to them, and this was the first time seeing him since their breakup months back. "did we...?" she groaned, rolling to bury her face into the pillow, still aware of him laying so close to her.

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reminder that this is a very strange and confusing time â some are finding rp to be a wonderful distraction, and some are struggling with muse because of it all. be kind and gentle with each other. be kind and gentle with yourselves. drafts will wait, donât force yourself to write if your head isnât in it.
This felt like some sort of natural growth in their relationship. Bazza could recall their parents teasing them that they fought like a married couple in the sandbox. Then, sheâd been his first crush. Layla was the reason he got in his first fight at school. At a birthday party where theyâd played spin the bottle, sheâd been his first kiss. When BastĂan didnât know how to dance and actually got a date to a school dance, sheâd shown him the ropes. Yet, at the end of the day, theyâd been close with a little wall stopping him from letting her in as something more. Heâd always found her beautiful, interesting, adorable, clever, and a person that understood him. BastĂan didnât want to lose that. Maybe it was the necking, but as he kissed her back and her mouth moved across his jaw, BastĂanâs hands moved to her thighs, pulling her leg over his hip as he rolled slowly on top of her. His mouth hovered over her lips and he gently cradled her face. âLayla, I want you and I thinkâŚI know Iâve been scared to admit that⌠but are you sure? Weâre never going to be able to go back from this.â
The exchange brough up memories of them, and suddenly, she realized what had already been fated for them. The countless times she had crawled back to him after breakups, his protectiveness over her, their stolen kisses in the name of games and messing around. Dazed by her own forwardness and the intoxicating kiss he had broken, her wide hues lifted to his, taking in the features of the man she had shared many of her firsts -- perhaps all besides the most intimate one of all. Her fingertips delicately reached for his own as she nodded in reassurance, lifting her small frame long enough to discard of the slip that had concealed her figure from him. "I didn't know how to tell you before..." Her voice was heavy, shivering every so slightly as the air attacked her bare skin, her heart racing as she drew him in for another kiss. This one much more passionate and deeper than the other, as if to communicate her needs in the moment. "I want you, Bastian."
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âYeah?â The tone of concern in his voice was evident in his deep quiet voice, softened with the tiredness of the day and the comfort of Laylaâs closeness. Sheâd always been like this, attached to him at the hip, but BastĂan had loved the attention. âYou wanna tell me about it orâŚâ He trailed off, pulling her closer, despite his body physically alert by her frame brushing against his. âYouâre safe, Layla. Youâre safe here, Iâve got you.â His lips pressed gently to the top of her head and his thumb brushed her cheekbone and in that moment he wondered what she thought of him, was he just like a big brother protecting her, or was this something else?
Her face nestled into his bare chest, inhaling the familiar scent that had calmed her tired nerves as a faint sigh escaped her lips. The deep voice cradled her, and a wave of relief passed through her fragile torso. Now that she was more present to their bodies moving against one another, it occurred to her that years has past since he had held her this way, but they weren't children anymore. The head of curls lifted as her heavy eyelids fluttered, fingers grazing lightly over his jaw as the brunette hovered over, her lips pressing delicately against his own -- a product of the exhaustion, heightened emotions, and an inability to restrain herself. "I wanna do this," she mumbled in between laying another kiss to his lips, more awake as her leg dragged against his.

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Wearing nothing but boxer-briefs, BastĂan probably couldâve put more effort into sleeping modestly. A part of him liked this though, having her skin against his. He couldnât say it out loud, too worried that it would be weirder for her given the long time heâd known her. Maybe thatâs why it was so comforting though, Layla was one of the few people he could relax around. His long fingers wrapped around her hand as they had every night and he rolled over, pulling her into him until their legs were tangled together and the curves of her body lined up against his. Bazzaâs mouth brushed up her neck as he pressed a sleepy kiss behind her ear. âYou comfy?â His deep voice was raspy with sleep. âIf you just wanted to sleep in my bed you couldâve just asked. We both know Iâve never been able to say no to you.â
Perhaps it was the night terrors that drew her to him, but Layla found comfort and safety no man had ever provided her in his arms. She had clung to him even as a child, and it seemed grown-up, the familiar instinct to find him hadn't left her. Even in her half-woken state, her heart raced as his lips dragged against her skin, her own hand reaching to pull his arms tighter in their grasp around her. If she had been more conscious, she would have been embarassed to be in nothing but the satin nightslip that clung to her petite figure. "I had a...nightmare," she breathed out in a whine, her voice much softer and more innocent in her drowsy condition. Rubbing her eyes, Layla tilted her head back, planting a kiss to his jaw. "But you're here now."
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POSSIBLE CONNECTION(S): personal assistant, secretary, employee
LOCATION: luxury hotel
âyouâre finally awake.â a breath of steam floated into the air as he emerged from the bathroom, stray water droplets clinging to his tan skin. the only thing providing any modesty, was the fluffy white towel draped low on his hips, seeming to threaten to come undone at any moment. âyou seemed tired after last night, which is probably entirely my fault.â tobias mused aloud, a smirk quirking up the corners of his lips. âthankfully we wrapped up all our meetings yesterday, so we have all day to ourselves. which is perfect because my wife doesnât think iâll be home till tomorrow.âÂ
her eyes fluttered open to the sound of the water violently hitting the tiles of the shower. rolling onto her stomach, the brunette lifted her head from the comfort of the luxury sheets, groaning quietly as her vision focused on the well-toned man standing before her. sure, she was playing a dangerous game, but this was her boss she was with, so if he wanted it..."what would you like to do today, sir?" stiffling a yawn, alice sat up, her eyes falling momentarily at the towel clinging to his hips, suddenly more aware of how completely naked she was.