HATH NO FURY

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           fuck this is hot , sinful words followed by sweet sounds parting her lips , her digits tugging at his hair - hand upon her hip abdomen pulling up her top , allowing himself to expose more of her skin as he dips his head down , lips pressing against the skin of her stomach , soft kisses trailed down her flesh , nips at her skin - but he pulls back as she speaks , tells him what she wants , his tongue - and she pleads him , fingers continuing to thrust into her wet core , curling inside of her - but she doesn’t have to do anything more as he pulls back , his gaze stuck upon her features and digits quickly tug at the material of her panties , pulls them down her legs , and he wastes no time - both of his hands gripping at her thighs as he leans down once again , whiskey hues stuck upon her emerald ones , as he begins to press kisses too her thigh , slowly working his way towards her - the inner of her thigh , keeps her in place as he tilts his head , his tongue lapping against her swollen clit , hums against her as he attempts to pull her even closer , watches her every move. “  claire -  ” her name rolls off her tongue with such ease , but it’s dragged out , dipped in honey as his hand drifts , allows himself to thrust a finger into her once again , pace slow - “  i can’t wait to make you fucking cum.  ”

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             nails dig into her bottom as he heard that sweet sound falling from her lips , a single digit continuing to circle her clit , his head tilting , pearly white teeth tugging at her bottom lip , and mason allows himself to deepen the kiss - to show her just that , that he wants more too - it’s only proven as lips find their way to her neck , leaving his mark there - purple tainting the femme’s skin - “  more .  .  .  ” he repeats her own words , his voice a bare whisper - feels the way her digits wrapped around his cock , twitches in her hand - and he’s fucking throbbing as she jerks him off , a soft groan parting his lips , only to be followed by a breathless chuckle. “  i’ll give you more .  .  . i’ll give you anything you fuckin’ want. ” and he means it , in that moment he knows he’d do anything claire thorwald asked - the red head had him wrapped around her finger , - and he only aims to p l e a s e , wants nothing more but to hear those sweet sounds slip past her lips , wants nothing more but to feel how tight she was , have her cumming on his cock - but he wants more than that , feels the want - the desire .  .  . to have her , to claim her - even if it was just for tonight , but god he wants to taste her - feel her lose it with his head between her thighs .  .  . it’s something he now realises he wants more than he should. she climbs off his lap , lays down next to him , nails dragging down the flesh of his back - “  y’know i can do more than return the favour .  .  .  ” he hummed , hand finding its way between her thighs as he moved - just where she wants him to be , leans down to kiss her - gap between them gone as his free hand sneaks under the fabric of her top , slowly pulling it up .  .  . “  i want to taste you - so fucking badly , claire .  .  .  ” digits circling her clit , drift - a single one slipping inside of her without a warning , slowly thrusting in and out of her - adding a second one moments later. “  you’re so wet for me , god.  ”

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            mouth is on his cock , his gaze is on her - a sigh parting his lips as he watched her , teeth sinking into his bottom lip. it’s a sight he’ll never get tired of , claire thorwald on her knees - a sight he knows he’ll always remember , a memory that would always come back , calling him whenever he was a l o n e - to do something , to call her - or get off to the thought , to the memory of what she was making him feel in that moment - because his heart is racing , pulse quick as one of the hands tangled in her hair shifts to the side of her face - but she speeds up , her pace quickening - lips parting. “  fuck , claire. ” the way her name rolls off his tongue , dragged out - , digits giving her hair a gentle tug , as if to encourage her to keep going - it’s obvious he wants her , but there’s a thought he can’t seem to shake , wonders the melodic sounds that would part her lips once his tongue was buried inside of her - but she seems to have other plans , pulls back - too soon for his liking , obvious by the groan which parts her lips - but he doesn’t complain , watches rid herself of her jeans - wastes no time in climbing back onto his lap , and his nails dig into the flesh of her bottom as she speaks - teeth gnawing at his bottom lip ; he’s fucking eager , and he wants her more than he wants anything. “  but claire -  ” he leans in , gap closed between them as he kisses her , hard - hand slowly moving - to her hip , then her stomach , only for his digits to hook into her panties - lips slowly finding their way to the corner of her jaw , then that sweet spot beneath her ear - “   i wanna make you cum - more , i want you dripping - ”  he whispers , and he doesn’t tease - not at all , as a single digit begins to circle her clit , and he sucks at the skin of her neck - allowing himself to mark her , hand upon her bottom giving her a small squeeze , and teeth tugged at her earlobe , breath fanning against her. he’s not fucking playing , knows well enough what he’s aiming for. “   i want you begging.  ” he wants to drive her as mad as she’s driving him , and it only proved - he wants more.

FLASHBACK

It took Claire a brief moment before she grabbed onto Mason’s wrist and began to pull it away from her, pity filling her eyes, though she tried to be as comforting as she could be. She knew things were hard for him, given how many times people had hurt him in his past, and the last thing she wanted to do was be one of those people. But he was making promises she couldn’t accept given who she was and what she’d been through, and what she had refused to put herself through again. “Don’t...” she quietly pleaded, “Don’t make that promise or else you’ll pay the price for it later...”

Claire shook her head quickly, concern and worrying filling her eyes before she kneeled down beside her friend and grasped onto her shoulders. “Hey... what happened? You have to tell me what’s going on before I think the worst case scenario.”

FLASHBACK

Claire’s immediate reaction to the feeling of Mason’s hand on her body was a slight gasp that left her mouth as she started to fall to putty, initially. It was only a matter of time before that evil seductress in her would come out to play while it merely waited in the shadows for a chance to show itself. But once it settled in her, she pushed him up against the closed door and continued to have her way with him.

…as encouragement.

Claire glances down at Bash’s hand on her shoulder, a comforted smile coming across her face as she reaches up and grabs his wrist in solidarity, the look between them already saying more than words ever could, with all of the conflict and violence that surrounded them. They had each other’s backs, and that didn’t need to be said aloud for them to know that.

going to bed the night before proved harder than aaron would have thought with a giddy feeling stirring up in his stomach. how did eight years go by so fast and so slow at the same time? it felt like yesterday that he was being asked out by claire, but at the same time it felt like so long ago. those two years apart… it felt like forever. technically they’ve only been dating for six years, but it’s been eight since they’ve been each other’s hearts. he was excited to spend the day with her. nervous too, as he usually was. planning a date was intimidating. would claire like it? would it be good enough. that stressed him out lately, as his mind kept reeling over if he was even good enough for her or not. he just wanted to forget that for today though. wanted to have fun with her and enjoy their day.  he felt her stir, and instead of fighting his body waking up he just let it happen. his brown eyes blinked open, and they were looking right into claire’s when they did. he smiled sleepily and pulled her in close, their bodies pushing together once again. he leaned in to kiss her, slowly and sweetly. “good morning,” he said with a bright smile, taking his turn to kiss all over her face. it’s probably the perkiest he’s ever been waking up before. for a good reason too. 

Claire’s hand moved from Aaron’s side to his face, first messing with his dark hair, which was, again, pleasantly short (and she wouldn’t ever stop noticing out of sheer delight), then resting her hand against his cheek as her thumb rubbed his skin. How was he so beautiful and still so real? She looked back on how she spent the last two of their anniversaries, in a puddle of her own tears looking at old pictures of him, but now the real thing was in front of her. What miracles had to happen for her to wake up in Aaron’s arms on this February 15th when she had been convinced she would never get that ever again? In the midst of her smile, a happy tear fell down her face. “Good morning...” she kissed him again, deeper, longer, cherishing it, embracing the miracle. With her forehead pressed against his, she murmured, “I love you so much... no matter what you’ve done or what we’re going through outside of all this... because anything is better than spending this day without you...” She nuzzled her face into his shoulder, next, pressing herself as close to him as she possibly can, “Whatever you have planned for today is already perfect... because you’re here and you’re breathing and I’m in your arms... and you actually woke yourself up for me.” She choked out a laugh. She had always wanted to wake up in his arms just like that for years, so this was an eight year dream finally coming true right before her eyes, and her heart was so full.

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kenzie has started to enjoy all holidays more since she arrived this town, even if she didn’t exactly have a valentine to spend the day with she had her friends to keep her company and that was enough for her. a laugh escaped her lips at claire’s remark “yes, live if no fun if you don’t have exotic stuff with you.” she joked, and used her free hand to point her finger at the other and nodded her head “you’re right.”  kenzie turned back to the shelf to look through all the option she hadn’t already grab a hold of when she heard the other, her gaze moving to the bags she nodded enthusiastically “i think those are perfect, can’t never go wrong with m&m’s. you should grab the peanut one as well.”

“Or...” Claire said dramatically as she scurried over to the next section over, picking up another bag of M&M’s that was a shade of dark pink with the green M&M in angel wings on the front, “Peanut Butter M&M’s. Life’s no fun without a little risk, am I right?” She laughed, placing the bag into her shopping basket before she began to keep looking around. “Any big plans tonight?” she asked, casually and generally as her eyes continued to scan, “Any Netflix specials calling your name or anything?”

there  is  a  particular  glow  tangled  with  being  so  in  love  and  it’s  evident  in  claire  —  she  is  radiating.  a  smile  forms  at  the  admittance  of  eight  years  together.  it’s  quite  the  accomplishment  for  anyone  really  and  even  more  so  in  the  world  they  live  in.  “  well  congratulations  on  eight  years  !  that  is  something  to  celebrate  after  all.  ”  it’s  impossible  not  to  be  happy  for  someone  who  is  so  happy  in  this  case  and  it  shows  in  the  way  her  smile  beams.  “  any  big  plans  then?  ”

“Yeah, you know, for a town laced with violence and a relationship that started when we were nearly 15 years old...” and one big giant death hoax in the middle of it all, “eight years isn’t bad.” It was so interesting, hearing that praise she’s craved for so long. Now that it finally graced her ears out of context of gang activity, it felt sweeter than honey. Talking about Aaron, without actually talking saying his name or what he is, felt good. Like, the second he just wasn’t a Savage, these conversations would be much easier. Like, maybe he didn’t need to be just a Cobra to make this kind of sweetness happen. “Contrary to the dictator-like decoration job I did on the Estate for Christmas, I’m actually not the one who’s good at planning big dates. That’s usually when he takes the wheel, so I’m following his lead on this.”

❛  i dunno about all that. cinnamon whiskey’s pretty fuckin’ hot, too.  ❜ myla stood unimpressed by the chocolate delights, knowing better than to pay full price when they’d be going on sale the very next day. instead, she had a brown bag tucked neatly away in her coat pocket, and she tapped her fingernail to the glass to hear it clink! ❛  i’d say there’s plenty to go around, but i’m keeping this one all to myself.  ❜

“Talk about sparks flying,” Claire joked as she flipped her ginger hair over her shoulder. She looked down at the bag Myla was holding and raised her eyebrows. “Hey, it’s all yours,” she said, throwing her hands up gently in playful surrender, “I have a classy evening of wine and chocolate planned for tonight. Just me, my honey, and my Netflix queue.”

             “   well you’re missing out claire -  ” back hits the mattress , her eyes closing as she brought the joint to her hips , inhaling the smoke only for it to part her lips moments later. her thoughts are a jumbled mess , his words still ringing in the femme’s ears - he doesn’t need her , he doesn’t want her there. all of this , after she figured out that something was wrong - with her , the way she felt , for him or not , something was fucking wrong. she cares too much , and she isn’t supposed to - she’s supposed to care about herself only , her family too - martin had however always told her one thing , and that was putting herself first ( always ) no matter what. she finds that she has to , that to gain back that confidence - teared down by the same man who had once told her she was worth more than what her father made her believe .  .  . she had to forget him , call it moving on , whatever it was - she needs to get him off her mind , so she takes another drag , hopes for el porro she was smoking to do the trick , but at the moment - he was still there. “  you’re so hung up on him.  ” soft laugh managed to part the femme’s lips , head tilting only for her mocha hues to fall upon her features. “  you don’t know him - he wouldn’t be part of a club like that , god - ” and she’s reached for the vodka bottle to her lips , her joint held between her fingers as liquor burnt down her throat. truth to be told , the male had always been an enigma to her , one she’s desperately wanted to solve - wishes she knew just as much about him as he knew about her. he had after all witnessed the mess that was the vázquez empire back in spain , he’d witnessed just enough to know it was supposed to be her empire , that the way she was being trained and taught every move had been cruel. she’s fucked up , so is he , they were both fucked up - but she’s only realised that she’d become addicted to the drug that was anton petran. she wants more , craves more - offering the vodka bottle to her once more , alejandra took another drag of her joint. “  y’know - i don’t know if i loved him.  ” there it is , the words parting her lips for the first time - and she has to lift her free hand to her face , covering her eyes as she breathed through her nose. “  or whatever it was , but i was genuinely losing my mind searching for him .  .  . i still don’t - can’t understand why , claire.  ” sighs parts her lips , head resting on the pillows of her bed , and she slightly turns to lay on her side. “  i think they just have a problem with it because he’s a savage though , even i don’t think it’s safe , bebé.  ” but alejandra wasn’t going to stop her from doing whatever she wanted , it’s her business - and she knew the red head knew how to take care of herself.

“To each their own,” Claire shrugged as she threw her head back and she looked at the ceiling. In theory, she knew a little bit about what Jandra was feeling, that gutting feeling of knowing that the one you just want to be around more, in some kind of heightened way, definitely doesn’t feel the same way as you. Except, instead of Anton, it was Rigel, which is quite the contrast in character between the two of those men. “In the good way...” she added on, “Trust me.... there is a difference and I painfully lived through it.” No matter what anyone would say to her, Anton gave her a bad taste in her mouth. Even before Aaron returned, he never trusted her. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why, what she did to earn his cold shoulder. “All I know was that I never did anything to him, ever,” she sighed. In fact, she was disappointed that Anton had never learned to trust her, “He doesn’t trust me. He never has, even before Aaron, before he knew anything about that... and I’m not saying that should be a red flag for you, but... it’s not a green light either if he doesn’t even like who you choose to spend your time with... if anything, I’d rather he not hate me, for your sake,” she glanced over at her friend, fondly grabbing her hand, “I think you did love him,” she answers, giving her a gentle nod, “Often, we start to know we love someone when they’re the first person you think of when something goes wrong...”

…on a falling tear.

Claire turned her face away sharply as she wiped her tears off of her own face. “Just leave me alone, please...”

He’s still glued to the label in his hand, trying to see how much alcohol this particular bottle of bourbon has when she talks again. Her words are meant to feel poisonous but they barely even tickle him. There’s a sarcastic sort of smile on his face when he turns to face her again. ❝ There’s no way in hell I smell funny.❞ Aside from the faint smokey scent of cigarette that always seems to follow him along, Elias currently smells like Christian Dior’s Sauvage. So unless her nose has been completely fucked over the use of too much cocaine, she’s full of it. Elias decides to take the bottle his holding with he so he leaves the liquor area and steps further into her space. ❝ You got me, I’m a creep who stands by the candy aisle of the grocery store to try and pick up chicks half my age. It’s a sad existence, I should kill myself.❞ The taller comment makes him chuckle. ❝ Yeah, so is LeBron James, what’s your point?❞

“Then you and I have very different tastes,” Claire explains as she crinkles her nose. She really wasn’t into that kind of musky smell. She much preferred something sweeter, something more home-y, which was basically what Aaron smelled like all of the time, so of course, she was completely biased towards that. She wasn’t looking to pick a fight with anyone today, not even for one second. Conflict just seemed so... tired and outdated, at this point. It had little to no appeal in comparison to what was waiting for her at home. Frankly, the older man’s presence made her plain uncomfortable. “Ah, so you’re one of those inherent attention seekers,” she said casually as she nodded, continuing her search of the candy aisle on section at a time, “Otherwise you wouldn’t say shit like that so casually. Common tactic used to surprise people, to get them to react in a big way.” She picked up a bag and looked at it for a second, frowning and putting it back before crossing the aisle to find a bag of peanut butter chocolate squares. “Well, LeBron James is in his mid-thirties and he’s a global superstar known as, quite possibly, the greatest athlete of our time... and what have you done today...?”