i fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight

“Because you love me, and I’m the only guy. who ever truly made you cum” he said and made sure it. was a little bit louder then she would have liked as he called her out on. an admission she had made in their final year of college when they had finally agreed to stop dancing around, a fact that he liked to always winder her up about, he looked. down at George and smiled as the young boy got excited when he saw the giant animal statues and colours of the entrance “Babe of course I love your boobs, they’re. my. second favourite physical part of you”

“Shut up.” She whined slightly at him snapping the back of her hand against his arm in a light but half disciplinary way. Pushing the buggy along towards the entrance she couldn’t help but grin at George’s excited chattering, not quite words yet but he was getting there. “I’ll take second, assuming first is my ass and third is my beautiful face.”

Tessa hated him more than anything. There was no denying that. Tessa laughed, shaking her head. “You’re so cute. Thinking I’d go home with you. Maybe I’ll completely ignore you and go for one of the other guys. Maybe they’d be a little more thrilling in bed. Unless you picked up some new moves since we were together, you’re really not the most… satisfying.” She smirked, taking a step back from him. She needed to try to get the ball back in her court instead of letting him take the lead all the time. “Which one of your friends cocks would I look better on, do you think? Maybe as a treat I’ll record it and send it to you.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed at her stepping further forward forcing her back. “They wouldn’t dare.” He said lowly, “they all know that you’re mine.” He finished with enough grit in his voice that it sounded as though he was growling. “More thrilling? Unlikely, I still remember that little squeal you make just before you come and I know you’ve never squirted like I’ve made you.” He said taking another step forward. He emitted a bitter laugh at her further taunting, “Watch you trying to look like you’re having a good time on a dick that clearly isn’t giving you as much as you got with me? Sure, it’ll boost my confidence. Maybe I’ll send it round, show my buddies what a slut you really are. Or we can cut the bullshit, and I’ll remind you of what you’re missing right now and then you can come home with me and I’ll still send it round, it works either way really.” 

Atticus was setting up in the next space, a large kitchen area and he was testing the lightning when Layla came in, it was his favourite outfit of hers “Umm how about bent over the counter and looking over your shoulder?” he swallowed

She did as instructed, trying to ignore the obvious tension between them, tension that was probably her fault. But at the same time, she didn’t feel bad about it. Not really. “Is my tan brought out enough?” She asked with a mischievous smirk at him. Of course she was just trying to break the tension, and of course trying to figure out if it was just sexual or actual tension.

“I can’t believe that is all you care about.” Her breath wavered, tears welling up before she could fight them, as she grabbed the paper that had started the confrontation in the first place. “I would never say anything, but you could at least acknowledge what happened between us.” Astrid sniffled as she stepped away from him, shuffling in the direction of the door.

Nathan raises his brows at her tilting his head at her. “Of course I care about it. But when did I say it was the only think that I cared about?” He scoffed in reply to her. “Astrid!— Astrid come back here. I’m sorry ok, I didn’t exactly go about this good ok? But really is there anything to talk about?” He asked whispering though in a shouting tone.

“Not sure I’d call it usual either,” Freya quipped back, setting down the bag she had slung over one of her shoulders in the chair that was placed in front of the desk so she could put the paper inside of it. “Aren’t you the ever helpful professor?” She questioned, with her head tilted to the side, her arms mirrorins his across her own chest. She shouldn’t have flickered her eyes to look at his arms. All that did was make her think of when she’d dug her fingernails into his biceps and that most certainly was not what Freya should’ve been thinking of. She pulled herself out of her thoughts, refocusing back in on him. “I’m not fighting you,” the girl protested, even if she knew that she most definitely was. “Me redoing it probably won’t change anything but- if it makes you happy.”

Nathan stayed silent not really sure what to say. He knew she was right, their relationship- what ever it was, wasn’t normal or usual. And he was helpful, or at least he tried to be. But was he being overly generous to her? Maybe, maybe he was. Maybe this was over stepping. But it didn’t feel like it. It’s not like it was the first time he’d done this. But he couldn’t tell her that without sounding overly protective. “It’s not about whether it makes me happy or not. Hell, why are you even thinking about that? It’s about your grades and education which no matter what you can’t just bomb and I’m not going to let you.”

He shrugged, there was no use in causing an argument over his thoughts about how she ran her business “Yeah. sure thing and for what it’s worth I recommend the little yellow number, it brings out eyes and tan more” he said “I mean if my opinion matters” he said as he headed out the door

Layla gave him a look before rolling his eyes. “Alright I’ll go change.” She said conceeding to his dig about his opinion. She was back out in the studio fairly quickly for her adjusting the straps on the bikini as she went. “Where do you want me?” She asked her eyes darting up to Atticus.

“But he wasn’t me” he smirked at her “Let’s face it we both picked some wrong choices in college” he laughed at. her as he was sorting out the parking ticket on his phone as she. sorted the baby “Well don’t worry as we get older I’m sure I’ll still love your boobs, baby? he smiled at her and gently kissed her before the top of his son’s head

Charlotte laughed rolling her eyes, “you know what? You are you. I don’t know why I agreed to marry you.” She smirked teasing him with a poke in his shoulder as she put Georgie in his buggie and strapped him in. “Oh well that’s true, there were lot of things I did that I definitely could have avoided. But there was some sane descisions too, I prefer to remember those ones.” She said with a grin up at him as she straightened. “You better, otherwise there’s no hope for me, you married me for gods sake. The least you could do is love my boobs.”

   “fuck you.” she blinked, looking into his eyes as he tilted her head. “i didn’t realize coming to your place was an option.” she whispered. “n-no. no. you can’t convince me that going to your place is going to be a good idea. especially a better idea than going to hang out with your sister and some other females that i don’t really know but having no men around. unless someone got a stripper. do those things actually happen?”

He grinned as she started talking, they were always good at talking shit to each other. He was horrible to her in truth. And clearly she still had her claws. Not only that, but her verbal slip up told him one thing. He had her where he wanted her. Raising his other hand to cup the other side of her jaw then dropped them both. “Oh baby, you can come round my place any time.” He spoke, purposefully not being at all subtle as his eyes dropped to her chest and he licked his lips as his eyes darkened a shade. “Oh they’ll be happening on the stag do, I’m organising that one so...” His grin turned to one of feral amusement. “Speaking of which, are you free a week on Friday? If I’m going to organise a stripper it may as well be one I know can dance like you do. And one I know I’ll be taking home.”

Layla rolled her eyes at him, “do you think I’m an idiot? Obviously I would do that if that were an option unfortunately not all of my work, works like that.” She sighed shaking her head. “Yeah, I’ll be quick.” She said with a quick smile standing to head back to her trailer. “You can start set up without me.”