𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘪𝘰𝘯

"you're so pathetically scared," harvey's voice was low in their ear, his chin nestled on their shoulder. the movie playing was one of those cheesy, old timey horror flicks, one with enough jump scares that harvey was really enjoying having them perched on his cock. "careful, doll. the monster's gonna getcha." he grabbed their waist, rocking their hips with a groan. "you gotta try harder than that to stay still."

"am i not allowed to be a little selfish?" daria kept his gaze for a moment, then spun around to have a closer look at the bottles. while she did, her fingers worked the buttons of her slim-fitting shirt, one-by-one. looking over her shoulder, making sure she had his attention, she smiled. her shirt was halfway undone now, revealing a delicate laced bra. "i already know what i want." her gaze dropped lower, turning around so that her back was leaning against one of the shelves, learning that sam was a man of his word, following right behind her.

her breath was shivering as he came closer, towering over her and catching her face in between his fingers. raising any claims of harrassment at a worksplace like this would be useless -- how did she end up in this situation? left with no other choice but to nod in agreement, her voice came out like a light squeak. "yes. please let me make it up to you."

He knelt closer to her and gently placed a hand on her ass. With the other, he guided himself back into her, tensing up, his mouth falling open, a sharp breath sucking in. "Fuck..." he sighed, then leaned forward, giving her his weight at the same time he gave her his cock.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as his elbows settled on either side of hers. He could have stayed upright, held her hips, and just pounded her into oblivion (and maybe he still would), but seeing Iris offer herself up for him like that made him want to overwhelm her with him. "I think... I'm deeper," he panted in her ear.

If Daria wasn't all talk, if she played in the kind of circles she suggested, then she'd know his name. If not his specifically, then his family's: the Hawthornes were as old as the city they were in--even older, in fact. They didn't have wings in hospitals named after them: they owned the buildings those hospitals were in. They owned a lot of the city, in fact. If anyone in the family was a black sheep, it was Sam, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the moment people realized who he was, and where he came from. He did have an ego, after all...

if anything, daria hated name dropping. people who used other people to gain status; but sam-- he barely even bother telling her the full truth. "oh," she said with raised brows, realising who she was looking at. that would explain why he was so full of himself.

He snorted into another laugh as he began leading her away from the central bar and to the halls that led to the bar's cellar. "And then you grow up. You develop a wine habit. Drinking wine with people becomes sexy--but you never forget that goddamned short story." They paused outside the door to the cellar--that was very modern and well taken care of. It was as far from a dark, dank crypt as possible.

"Oh, by the way," he held out a large hand. "I'm Sam. I figured you should know my name before you... taste my wine." He grinned.

"wow, did you grow up in one of those ancient castles?" even though she was born into generational wealth, the family home had always been modern. daria followed him through the bar, curious to see what he'd done with the place. while they walked over, she made sure to steal a look at his broad figure, especially fond of the way he filled out his pants. god, she loved a man with strong legs.

"he was such an angel with me today. don't hesitate to ask me again, i love helping out." she angled herself towards jensen, a warm smile plastered on her face as she watched him drive towards her part of town. noticing the way his eyes dropped to her legs, she realised her skirt had shifted as she had moved in her seat. didn't do anything to correct it; figured that would draw more attention to it.

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

" Tell me the truth. Tell me the fucking truth ! Did that bastard lay a fucking finger on you? " Tatum shouldn't be taking his frustration out on her. It is obvious that she has already gone through enough this evening that she doesn't need to be yelled at by him. " I am sorry, you don't deserve to be spoken to that way. I just... I will fucking kill the son of a bitch if he did anything to hurt you.