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First Rental - Day 1 [Scott & Violet]

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Violet: Lingerie. This was not part of the deal. Violet knew that Scott was going to rent her, they had talked about it, but how he expected her to dress had never been a topic of conversation and she was pissed. She had been forced out of her bikini, into a set of ridiculous lingerie- did it have to be so little?- and when she tried to pull on a sheer duster over the lingerie, sheer, and open in the front, and not at all covering much, it had been taken away from her. At least she was allowed to bring a bag and wear her boots, if they'd tried to take her boots away she may actually have cried.

When they got to the house Violet stood on the front step with a scowl on her face, and her arms crossed over her chest, trying very much to hide what little of her body she could while the guard who didn't have his hand on her arm, holding her tightly, rang the bell and the next few days would begin.

Scott: Scott was waiting as he looked over the rental form. He was looking forward to having her around, there was no denying that as he knew they'd get along. The rules had been rather standard, even for his doing and he had to add a few things so it wouldn't too tame, not wanting it to get denied after all.

So now he waited, cursing The Other for just having had a rental so there was a little issue with the extra rooms but he already had a solution for that. He inhaled deeply when the doorbell rang and went to open the door. His eyes landed on her eyes and staying there, he could guess she wouldn't be happy with the choice of attire. Glancing aside at the guards, he smiled. "Thank you, you may leave." He stated firmly. Taking one step back as the guards left, he reached aside to a black satin robe he had placed there and held it up when the guards were out of sight so she could just slide into it. "Come in. Sorry about that but kinda had to."

Violet: Violet was ready to be angry with him, she was ready to stomp and swear and insist that this wasn't the deal they'd talked about, but when the first thing out of his mouth was an apology her shoulders relaxed and the heat in her face started to melt away. She set her bag down on the floor and stepped away from the door, letting him close it and she slipped into the robe he offered her, closing it around herself immediately and sighing, she felt more comfortable now, hiding her body; it wasn't that she was ashamed of her body, but she just wasn't... comfortable.

"Thank you," she said softly as she tied the robe closed. "I was about to be really pissed about this, you know that right?" she asked as she folded her arms over her chest again, feeling the silky feeling of the fabric against her body.

Scott: "I know, and I don't blame you. It's just that when I was filling in the form, well, that's one of my usual request, so it would look weird if I didn't request it." He said, not looking directly at her until she had secured the robe. "Glad to see it fits." He said as he picked up her bag to put it on the couch for now. "Again I say, make yourself at home and you can change if you want to."

which was the plan anyway, a few relaxed days to help her get to know the Institute and how things worked around here better. "Oh, there's a little issue though, the guest rooms aren't ready yet. That was supposed to be done this week but the Other decided to have a rental himself for a whole friggin week so I didn't get to that. I did make a few phone calls and tomorrow some people are coming to get that sorted, unfortunately they couldn't make it today. So that means you're sleeping in my bed and I'll be on the couch." He explained with a smile, he didn't mind it at all as he didn't really sleep, it was more like a slumber and the couch was very comfortable.

Violet: She noticed and appreciated that Scott didn't look at her until she had the robe securely tied around herself, and for a moment she couldn't help but wonder if The Other's rental had been in this robe as well. It made her face fall, but she followed him as he put her bag on the couch and then started to play with her hair, it was something she did often, to keep her hands busy, and running her fingers through her thick blonde hair made her feel a little more secure in the moment. When he brought up an issue though, her hands stilled and she narrowed her eyes slightly before she frowned slightly.

"Scott, no, I'm a guest here, I can't put you out of your bed," she shook her head. "I'll sleep on the couch, or on the floor or something- I don't really even sleep all that much anyways, just get me a pack of red bulls and I'll just wait until the guest rooms are done and then sleep," she offered as she lowered her hands from her hair. "It's totally fine, I don't mind pulling an all nighter, I'll just watch movies on my laptop or something."

Scott: "What's wrong?" He asked, seeing the expression on her face fall quite fast. Scott wanted her to feel comfortable and he had hoped the robe would help but maybe a change of outfit would just be better. He chuckled and shook his head. "I don't sleep, I slumber sometimes but that's it, you know the whole creature of the night vibe." He remarked jokingly though it was true. "I also don't like direct sunlight, just so you know but it won't make me go up in flames, in case you were wondering.

"I insist, come I'll show you." He said before heading to the hallway, picking up the bag along the way to go up the stairs and right into his bedroom. the bed was big enough to have a whole group in it but still, he remained a gentleman and would insist on her taking the bed. "The bathroom is through that door by the way, which has a bath and a small sauna, and if you want to relax, there's a Jacuzzi out on the porch and the pool. Did you bring clothes?"

Violet: "Nothing, it's stupid," she blushed when she realized he'd seen the way her face had fell. It was stupid, she was a guest, a rental, it wasn't her place to be uncomfortable if someone else had worn the same robe- but the thought did make her stomach churn. "Sure, party all day, sleep all night, some real lost boys stuff, just without the whole blowing up because of sunlight," she joked a little stiffly, but followed him to his room.

The bed was huge-that was the first thing she noticed, and then after looking around the room she looked where he directed, towards the bathroom. A bath sounded wonderful, all they had in the cells were showers- and they weren't exactly private. "I brought clothes, yeah, I figured you wouldn't mind if I brought actual clothes," she explained as she started to untie the robe, wanting it off of her as fast as possible just on the off chance that she wasn't the first person who was wearing it- again, not that it was her business if that was the case, but she just didn't like the idea of it.

Scott: "I'm sure it's not as stupid as you might think." It was up to her if she wanted to tell or not, but it was easy to see she wasn't very comfortable yet. Though he blamed that on the outfit which he could understand. "Oh, for a while it was much like that, gotta be honest." He chuckled.

Noticing how she was fumbling soon with the robe, he pointed at a cabinet on the side. "Towels are in there. Take your time, have a bath, get dressed, explore if you want, and I'll make sure to have some dinner ready when you join me again." He said as he stood right in front of her for a moment, a smile on his face. "Enjoy." He said before stepping back and leaving the room, closing the door behind him to let her have her privacy, knowing in the cells there was none of that so most appreciated that anyway. It had been a long time that he had someone around again, but that felt good, he hated the house being empty and quiet anyway. So he headed into the kitchen, not knowing what she liked so he rang up the restaurant and settled on ordering some lasagna to be delivered, hoping she'd like that. As he waited for the delivery, he threw himself onto the large sofa and switched the tv on to drown out the silence in the house for the moment.

Violet: She watched as he pointed out where the towels were, and started to leave before she went to her bag and picked out an outfit to wear when she got out of the bath, it was pretty casual for Violet, a pair of shorts, a tank top, but it was more clothes than she'd had on since she got here, and that made her happy. After her bath, which she took her time at, scrubbing her hair and her body, and then when she got out she took her time putting on lotion and then her clothes, just for a little added comfort she threw on a pair of fishnets and a pair of knee socks to go with her shorts and tank top, it felt good to have control over what she was wearing again, and then after taking her brush and the robe she set about finding Scott.

When she did find him, he was on the couch, watching tv, and she sat on the other end of the couch before putting the robe on the seat between them. "It was the robe," she admitted as she looked to see what he was watching. "I was uncomfortable with the idea of wearing the same robe another one of your rentals wore- especially if you... Did stuff... With them," she explained, her cheeks burning as she admitted it. But she had said it, and now she set about distracting herself, making her hands busy, by brushing out her long hair. "I know I have no place being uncomfortable about it, but it just made me feel... Squicky."

Scott: Scott had his feet up, going through channels and starting up Netflix to maybe watch a movie, feeling relaxed for a change. It was good that she did take her time as he had asked her to do, wanting her to get the most out of her time out of the cell. He only had to get up once the food was delivered, which he took inside to set out on the coffee table near the couch. getting some plates and cutlery as well so it was all ready.

He looked aside from the screen, at least now he could look at her, when she came back looking a lot more relaxed. when she explained what had been going on , he chuckled. "Seriously? You think I'd give you something that someone else wore? No." Scott shook his head as he sat up a bit. "First of all, I didn't do anything with them, I didn't rent them myself, secondly , from what I have heard, she didn't wear more than some ropes probably all week, though I'm not entirely sure of that." He smirked as he got up to sit a little closer to her while she brushed her hair, which was perfect timing to him as now he reached up and unlocked her collar to take it off. "I get it, don't worry about it." He mused, still finding it quite amusing. Reaching next to the sofa, he picked up a box and took out a collar. "You said you liked spikes so I hope you like this one for these few days, if not I can get another though." He said while he moved the collar around her neck and secured it at the back.

Violet: Violet couldn't help but smile when he assured her he wouldn't have her wear something that someone else had worn, and looked at him when he moved closer with a slight smile. "I know it's silly, it just kind of freaked me out and made me super uncomfortable," she explained. When he took off her collar she sighed, and ran a hand over her neck for a moment, lowering her hairbrush. It felt good to have that thing off- even if it was only temporary, but when she saw the new collar she couldn't help but beam at it. "It's awesome," she said, holding her hair up while he latched the new one around her neck. Much more her style.

She touched the collar and then smiled at him appreciatively. "I love it, thank you," she said earnestly. "I wish I could wear something like this one every day," she admitted to him with a slight grin before lowering her hair again and then picked up her brush, to resume brushing out her hair. "So, what's the plan for the next couple days, Master Scott?" she asked as she leaned towards him with a teasing grin. She didn't fall into the whole calling everyone Master or Mistress, but she was sure Scott would be able to tell she was teasing.

Scott: "If that's what you thought, then I get that it made you uncomfortable but please, if anything makes you uncomfortable, just tell me? Unfortunately reading minds isn't one of my abilities." He said with a little grin on his face. It was a good thing he didn't have that ability as it was often busy enough in his mind anyway, he didn't need to hear other peoples thoughts as well. The sigh was easily noted, it was one thing he never liked here, the standard collar, it was just hideous and highly uncomfortable as he had heard many slaves complain about that.

"Glad you like it, had to make a quick choice. It's at least more comfortable than the cell one. You'd think a place like this would afford something better but nope." He nodded for a moment as he looked at the collar. It did suit her in every way and she seemed much more at ease at least now. "Well, slave, that's up to you. We're going to visit the club as we discussed of course. Maybe do some shopping if you want? Some great stores here. We can go anywhere, except off the Island." He chuckled, calling her slave in return on purpose of course. "But first... I hope you like lasagna. Made by a chef of course as I really can't cook, no taste and all that. I forgot napkins..." He looked away from her. "Renard?!" He called out to which his butler sped in. "Monsiour, Mademoiselle." The man bowed. "This is my butler Renard, Renard this is Miss Violet who is staying with me for a few days, whatever she needs she'll get. For now we just need some napkins and I can't for the life of me remember where I put them." He chuckled, watching the man speed off again and return again, vamp speed always came in handy after all. "Thank you, take the rest of the night off." Scott smiled seeing the napkins be placed on the table and the butler leaving the house again. "He stays at a cottage outside the house, in case you were wondering, just you and me here. He's leaving next week to go home and tend to things there for me."

Violet: She smiled when he insisted she tell him if she was uncomfortable before she nodded. "I'll do my best. At home, it was just sort of expected that you deal with stuff, four girls all close in age living in one house- you just gotta deal with it," she explained as she started to set about braiding her hair now that it was brushed. Two simple braids tied off with the hair ties she had around her wrists later, and she grinned when he called her slave, gently pushing his arm lightly when he did so.

"Rude," she quipped, before jumping when another man came into the room. After being introduced to the butler, and watching the way Scott interacted with him, she relaxed a little and gave Renard a small wave. "Nice to meet you," she said, and when he returned with the napkins she managed a quick "Thank you," before he was gone again. "Do you have a lot of people here working for you?" she asked as she looked at the food. "I like lasagna," she agreed as she looked at him. "So, the club sounds fun, and we can go shopping if you want, but I don't really need anything," she explained. "And I kinda killed my savings buying a plane ticket to get out here," she added as she put a napkin on her lap, ready to eat something that wasn't the crappy food they fed the slaves.

Scott: "Well, here with me you don't have to deal, I'd rather know what's going on in your mind. I can't guess what's going on if you don't tell me." Scott said as he watched her easily braid her hair, the scent of whatever lotion she had used was definitely welcomed. A chuckle sounded when she pushed his arm a bit for the slave word.

"Right back at ya." He smirked, it was a bit funny when she jumped a bit at the appearance of his butler. Usually the man stayed in the background and no one would even notice he was there. "Oh, no, just him, normally no one so he's not staying either as he takes care of my home while I'm away as a big part of it is a museum so he runs that for me. Saves me a lot of work, he already worked for my family when I was human and he agreed pretty much right away on being turned back then. He loves his work." Scott explained before listening to her going through the ideas for her days with him. He shook his head as she put the napkin in her lap, reaching up to lightly touch her cheek and have her look at him again. "I said we were going shopping, I never said anything about you paying for anything." Scott smiled and lowered his hand again, even if his eyes were still locked on hers. "Right, let's have dinner." He said as he made himself look away and placed a napkin into his own lap, reaching to grab the lasagnas from the box, making sure he got the one that was infused with blood and hers wasn't, placing it on the plates. Next up was the remote. "What's your favorite movie?" He asked as Netflix was still selected.

Violet: She nodded as she thought about what he said about his butler. "That's great that he likes what he does," she said thoughtfully. "I hope I can find enough satisfaction in whatever job I have in the future that I wouldn't mind doing it forever- and I'd love to see your museum someday, I love museums," she told him. "I went to this one natural history museum with my school for a field trip, it was so cool, I may have a picture, hang on," she started to slip her hand into her pocket to see if her phone was there or if it was upstairs, but stopped when he touched her cheek and looked at him, meeting his eyes.

It was weird, any other person she would have swatted away, she didn't take kindly to people touching her without asking, but his touch, she found, was not unwelcomed. "I'm not the kind of girl who expects to spend other people's money," she explained when he lowered his hand, but still looked into his eyes. "When I can, I'll get a job, so I can pay you back for whatever you decide to buy," she told him decidedly, then looked over at the food when he looked away from her. "Did you get garlic bread, or is that actually a real thing that vampires don't like garlic?" she asked curiously as she picked up the plate he put in front of her. "It's a toss up between Silence of the Lambs, and Little Shop of Horrors- the only thing with Little shop is, if you put that on, I'm gonna sing along," she warned him with a grin as she picked up her fork and then put the plate back on the table. "Hang on, I'm gonna grab a water, do you want a drink?" she asked as she stood up.

Scott: "You like museums? Love them so that's good, but it's a weird to me to have people come to see my childhood bedroom and things like that. But it's better than the castle just gathering dust which it did for a long time." He said, waiting for her to take her phone out but he was equally distracted when he got her to look at him. Her words only made a smile appear. "I could guess that, so when you get a job, you can pay me back, even if you really don't have to." Saved by the food right now as it made the attention switch to the plates.

"Think so, that's probably the little box here..." He reached out to grab the other box. "I know, should probably take you out to some fancy dinner but welcome to my life." He chuckled, placing the box which had the garlic bread in front of them, for dramatic effect he hissed. "Oh yeah it's horrible." Scott laughed , shaking his head. "Nah it's good." Listening to her favorites and the added information, the choice was easily made. "Little Shop it is then." He grinned, definitely the choice was on purpose. "Water? People still drink water? I'll have a red wine."

Violet: "Who needs fancy dinners when we can get take out and watch movies and eat on the couch?" she asked as she stood up and giggled when he made fun of her choice of drink before walking past him to go to the kitchen. "Yes, people still drink water, we humans need to stay hydrated you know," she told him. "Even if I drink red bull way more than I drink water," she added as she looked around the kitchen and went to the cabinet she remembered seeing him get a glass from before. She pulled out a glass and then started to look around again. "Where do you keep your red wine anyways?" she asked. "Oh predictable vampire man," she joked as she opened the fridge, she was sure there was no red wine in there, it was usually served room temperature, but she was covering her bases. After not finding the wine there she filled her glass up from the tap and then set about poking around the kitchen to find the wine for him, wanting to at least do this right.

Scott: "Good point and glad to hear that." He said as he put his plate on the table for now and leaned back into the pillows on the sofa, watching her move around the kitchen. "Oh right yeah!" Scott chuckled. "Been a while , you know, since human days. Red bull gives a little sweet taste to blood actually." He joked, though he wasn't really joking as it truly did to him. "Oh come on, where would wine be?" He said as he got up, this was amusing to him, seeing her move around the kitchen, putting in quite a bit of effort to find the wine.

"Ill show you or this will take all night." He said as he moved towards her fast to take her hand and bring her along with him. "Right down here." He said as they went down the stairs to the basement. "Ugh, one sec." He said as he let go of her hand and sped ahead to close the door to the playroom, as that wasn't where they were going. "Here..." Scott opened another door which held the wine cellar. "Now let's see... Let's go with this one, a Chateau Lafite Rothschild from 1946. It's a good one." He mused and took her back upstairs to the kitchen. "Please tell me you do know how to open a bottle of wine?"

Violet: "Huh, that's probably from all the sugar," she commented as she continued to look around the kitchen before he joined her in there. She closed a cabinet as he took her hand and again found the touch wasn't entirely unwelcome. "Oh right, a cellar," she said with a sigh as they walked downstairs. When he sped off to close a door she looked at it curiously, but went to the door he did open and found herself surrounded by bottles of wine. "I didn't think people actually had wine cellars, I thought you just saw that in movies," she admitted as she looked around.

When he picked out his wine and brought her back upstairs, she looked over her shoulder at the door he'd closed before, still curious, but her curiosity turned to indignation when he asked if she knew how to open a bottle of wine. "Uh, yeah, you need a corkscrew," she said with a laugh. Luckily in her search for the wine before she'd found a corkscrew and had put it on the counter just for this moment. She took it and used it to open the bottle of wine before she looked around before finding the cabinet with wine glasses in it. She poured him a glass of wine and then took her glass of water and started to walk them back to the living room. "You coming?" she joked as she looked over her shoulder at him.

Scott: "Newsflash, people do have wine cellars. It keeps the wine in the best condition." Scott explained and went back to the kitchen with her, noticing the look back at the other door. "If you want to know, told you most people have a playroom and well, so do I, that's behind the other door." There was no reason for him to hide anything anyway and it wasn't his style. "I'd rather tell you what it is, before you go exploring, you can have a look if you want though but at least now it won't be a shock or anything." Which he could understand it could be, there was already so much for her to take in since her arrival.

"Well done, I'm so proud." He said a little mockingly, giving applause. "Oh yes." He chuckled, seeing a bit of a playful side to her with the way she looked back over her shoulder. It was silly how at ease he was around her and he was more than glad that silence had left the house finally. Before following her, took a little bottle out of the fridge, remembering he did need to keep up with his blood intake to stay in control. so once he sat down next to her again, he added some blood from the bottle into the glass of wine. Placing the napkin back onto his lap along with the plate, he then picked up the glass again and held it up for a little toast. "To a great few days."

Violet: "Yeah, rich people," she joked as she agreed with him. She was curious about the playroom, but she didn't say anything, she just thought about it before turning her attention to the bottle he added to his wine, blood, she realized, and was about to sip her water before he held his glass up in a toast. "Mm, agreed," she said as she tapped her glass against his and then took a sip. "Okay, hit play, it's been a minute since I've watched this," she said as she sat cross legged on the couch to put her plate in her lap.

It was nice she decided, eating dinner with him, watching her favorite movie, and after she finished her food she sat, happily watching the movie before she leaned against his side, comfortable enough to do so, she didn't think he'd mind, but if he showed any signs of discomfort, she'd move. When the songs came up, she did do as she had warned and sang along with them quietly, not wanting to ruin the whole viewing experience for him as she sang along to the words she knew extremely well.

Scott: "Yeah, probably." Scott chuckled, to him it was normal to have one. After the toast, he took a sip and let out a relaxed sigh. Placing the glass back on the table, he grabbed the remote to start the movie. though he didn't have to eat food, things like this, normal human things, he could enjoy. The texture of lasagna was good in his opinion anyway which helped and he got some more blood in his system that way.

Once finished, he put his plate on the table and leaned back into the pillows. Her next move he hadn't expected as she leaned against his side, but it was welcomed. He lifted his arm while his eyes remained on the screen to rest it around her. A smile appeared when she began to sing along softly, now for the first time hearing her singing voice, though it was soft, it was good. "You should sing more often." He said in a whisper as the movie continued, not wanting to ruin her viewing experience either.

Violet: "You should pay attention to the movie," Violet mumbled, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips; he liked how she sang, and that was a nice feeling. It was always a nice feeling when someone appreciated something about her, but her singing wasn't something she often let people hear. It felt good to know that he liked it. While they watched, she found she could actually let go and watch the movie, while being comfortable with his arm around her, that thought made her smile as well as she leaned into his side a little more, relaxing against him as she watched the movie, occasionally stealing a glance up at him.

Scott: Scott just chuckled at her remark. "I am." And he truly was, but he couldn't help but look down at her every now and then. Maybe it was because she was so close to him, maybe because of how stunning she was without her make-up, even if he liked her make up look as well. She always had make up on every time they had seen each other and this view was new. It felt good to just watch a movie with someone again like this, as simple as it may seem. Things like this just mattered to him. Like the subtle sound of her heartbeat which told him she was completely relaxed right now, a rhythm that was easy to get lost into. He smiled when she glanced up again, looking down at her. "The screen is over there..." He said, though he wasn't looking at the screen either.

Violet: Violet blushed when she was caught looking up at him, a sheepish grin crossing her face as she bit her lip. "I know," she replied, looking back at the screen, trying not to look too embarrassed, or like she had been caught, which she definitely had been. "Screen's over there?" she asked as she pointed to it, trying to control the jump in her chest while she pulled her arms close to her chest again, still smiling as she watched the movie.

Scott: There it was, a blush, which seemed endearing. Then she bit her lip, which confused him. It confused him when it came to why it was doing something to him. "Yeah, right there." He chuckled, hearing the slight change in her heartbeat happen, a change that he was familiar with. He just inhaled deeply and tried to focus on the movie, telling himself off inside his mind not to get any ideas as this wasn't just any slave with him, this was Violet Lynch and that made this very different to being near someone random. "Hope you're not cold? There's a blanket behind the sofa." He said, knowing that she was laying against him and he was cold to the touch after all. Also he was trying to shift the attention back to the movie or anything else right now.

Violet: “I’m not cold,” she said as she looked up at him again. “It doesn’t bother me, it’s so hot here, it’s kinda nice,” she admitted, smiling softly, and then looking back from him to the movie. Suddenly Seymour was going to start soon, and that was her favorite song in the movie, one she sometimes caught herself belting out in the shower, or singing softly while working on homework or studying, it was one she didn’t want to miss, even if her mind was half preoccupied with… whatever was going on right now with them.

Scott: "Just making sure. I know I'm like a walking and talking Popsicle." He said with a chuckle, glad it didn't bother her as to some it did. though he did know that usually in summer, his presence was appreciated as he was cold to the touch even then. When she looked to the screen again, he slowly inhaled her scent which drew him in. That was the confusing thing to him as the scent of her skin was familiar. There was something happening and he wasn't sure how to act on it which was a first. Had she been anyone else, he would've gone for it in a split second but this was Daisy's sister. What if he did act on the attraction? Would it really be a bad thing? He wasn't even sure what he was waiting for when it came to Daisy and that made it all the more confusing. His eyes looked at the screen again, without thinking his fingertips lightly grazed along her spine, something he usually did when he felt relaxed, either that or playing with someone's hair. Keep your eyes on the movie, he reminded himself in his mind but he wasn't sure how long he could manage that.

Violet: “A walking talking popsicle, that I can’t eat,” she scoffed as she kept her eyes on the screen, she didn’t know exactly what was going on now, but the air between them had changed. There was a tension in the room that she didn’t know how to respond to and she bit her lip as she tried to just ignore it? It was easier said than done though, because the feeling of his fingertips grazing over her spine made her let out an involuntary gasp as well as a shiver. Goosebumps broke out across her skin and she suddenly wondered if she should get the blanket, not that she was cold, but maybe it would be good- to have something to distract her for a moment.

Scott: That she could eat... The change in atmosphere along with little remarks like that were going to his head all too easily. Scott didn't even know how much she knew about him and her sister, aside from that he had told her that he used to be her Master, she didn't seem to have any idea that it was more than just that. Had Daisy ever even written home about him? Probably not, it made more sense with the future plans she had that it would be about Dhani. It wasn't his place to tell, that much he did know. Then again, he couldn't seem to keep anything from Violet either, it was so easy to talk to her and to just be open, which was new to him when it came to getting to know someone. He got distracted by his thoughts when he noticed her slight shivering, a smile lingering on his lips. "The blanket is more comfy..." He mused as he reached behind the sofa with the arm that had been around her, pulling up the fluffy blanket. "Put your feet up on the sofa if you want." The blanket was spread over her easily, placing his arm around her again as the movie still continued. "Better?"

Violet: She did just that, put her feet up onto to sofa while he wrapped her up in the soft cozy blanket, but he wrapped his arm around her again and she smiled as she looked up at him. “It’s nice, yeah,” she said softly, and then forced herself to look back at the movie. The song she had been waiting for was starting and she smiled as she watched the movie, softly singing along to the song. Normally she’d belt the song out, singing at the top of her lungs, but he was the music composition teacher, and she would feel stupid if he criticized her singing. So she sang quietly, wrapped up in a blanket, cuddling with a guy that used to be her sister’s master. She had been sure there had been more between him and her sister, and while they were joking earlier about whatever had happened in the barn, she couldn’t help but wonder how much truth there was to it. “I gotta find me a Seymour,” she commented as the song finished and she reached forward to the coffee table to get her glass of water. She took a sip of it and then settled back against his side, still comfortable cuddling. Maybe she’d ask Daisy about him- but probably not. She’d never asked her sisters about a boy before, and if she started now, she was sure they’d make a big deal out of it, and that was the last thing she wanted.

Scott: "Told ya." Scott said as he looked down at her, a comfy bundle at his side which was definitely nice. The quiet singing was beautiful, but more importantly it told him she was definitely relaxed and enjoying the movie, which right now was more important than quality of a voice, they weren't in class after all. He chuckled at her remark when the song finished. "You need someone to feed you, huh? " He said with a smirk, leaning forward as well to get his glass of wine and have a sip, when she got her glass of water. Slouching a little as she cuddled right back into his side while still trying to make sense of this, but was there even any sense to this? He felt attracted to people, that was nothing new and he generally just acted upon it, why would she be any different, just because she was related to someone close to him? One thing he learned, she wasn't just Daisy's sister anymore, she was so different, when before this he had only seen the similarities, but it was in fact the differences that were attracting him right now. Definitely something to think about, he thought to himself as he finished his glass. "You want a refill of the water? Or something else?" He asked as he glanced down at her.

Violet: “Hey, I’m not the plant monster, I’m the blonde with the cute fashion sense,” she laughed when he said she needed someone to feed her. When he offered her a refill she sat up and nodded. “Yeah, you know that cocktail you made for me before? The fruity one?” She asked as she started to untangle herself from the blanket. “Can I have one of those? I mean if you’re gonna have more wine can’t let you drink alone right?” She asked with a laugh. She didn’t know how it happened, one minute she’d be laying there all nice, and the next thing she knew, the blankets would be a tangled mess- it just always seemed to happen, and it was something she was used to, but she was sure Scott thought she was an idiot in that moment as she kicked her feet to free them from the blanket.

Scott: "I like the plant monster." Scott said with a laugh as he got up after she sat up. "Oh, the woo woo was good, huh? Coming right up." He said while making his way to the kitchen with the glasses, looking back he saw her struggle with the blanket which was strangely adorable. "Need help?" He chuckled, refilling his glass with wine and a dash of blood, then getting a bottle of vodka to make her the cocktail she asked for, being a little extra generous on the vodka and adding the icecubes which he knew she'd be crunching soon. A smile was shown as he glanced over to her. "Ah good, you're defeated the evil blanket I see, escaping its hold!" He laughed, seeing her kick her feet free. Picking up the glasses, he moved back towards the couch and put them down on the table. then he turned away again to go fill a bucket of icecubes and put the vodka and the fruit juice into it and bringing that along with the bottle of wine so if another refill would be needed, it would be instantly done without even getting up. Mostly because he didn't want to get up at all, taking his seat again so she could cuddle right back in.

Violet: “I like the plant monster too- I’m just cuter than it is,” she replied before shaking her head when he offered to help free her. “I’m good, this happens all the time,” she assured him. When he returned with their drinks she dramatically kicked the blanket off of her and then sat up to take her drink from him with a smile. “Thank you,” she said as she sipped it, and noticing that he put extra ice in her glass she smiled. He left for a minute and she frowned lightly, but smiled again when he returned with an ice bucket full of their drinks of choice. “Smart man,” she commented. “Now we don’t have to get up for any reason,”

Scott: "Thank you for appreciating my intellect." Scot said jokingly to her smart man remark. "Exactly, no need to stop being comfy now." Picking up the remote as the movie had ended, he went through the options. "Silence of the Lambs, actually a fav of mine as well." He said while looking up the movie and selecting it. It was a very random movienight now, but he sure wasn't complaining, putting any doubts or confusion to the back of his mind. Tonight was to be enjoyed, anything else could wait, he had decided as right now he couldn't deny he just felt good with her near. Pressing the playbutton, he waited for her to put the glass back on the table, easily pulling her back against him. "If you get scared, feel free to squeeze." He said with a chuckle.

Violet: “Right?” She agreed when he said there was no need to stop being comfy. When he rejoined her on the couch and started putting in Silence of the Lambs she smiled and let him pull her back into his side. She giggled at his offer before snuggling into him, laying her cheek against his shoulder. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” she said softly. “You feel free to do the same if you get scared,” she replied with a smile.

Scott: Scott glanced down to her as she snuggled into him. "Oh good to know, then I don't have to apologize for that at least. I know I'll be scared, I'm such a chicken." He remarked, a little grin playing on his lips as he looked back at the screen as the movie began, resting his cheek to the top of her head as she was right up against his shoulder. It definitely felt good to let go of his doubts for tonight, everything could wait until tomorrow and right now all he wanted was just how they were, to have her near. "I'm glad you're here." A whisper just fell from his lips, followed by a relaxed and content sigh.

Violet: Violet giggled when he called himself a chicken, she liked this, spending time with him, cuddling with him. She smiled as he rested his cheek on the top of her head and felt her heart jump again before she turned her head slightly, just enough to speak softly in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I am too,” she said softly before laying her cheek against his shoulder again, moving her arms from around his neck, down his chest and then settled them back in her lap. She really did like this, she was comfortable, she liked being around Scott- there was just something about him, he seemed to get her, and she liked how much they had in common. She liked that she was there for the next few days, and she could already tell, she was going to miss this when the rental was over.

Scott: The smile remained with ease as she moved her arms around his neck, hearing the soft sound of her voice to the shell of his ear, which made a slight delightful shiver roll down his spine and his arms easily locking around her when her arms lowered again. She was glad she was here too and that was all he needed to know. He felt at ease around her, good with just being himself, knowing she wasn't judging. There was also no denying they had a lot in common, even if they were centuries apart. The way she settled herself against him, like two pieces of a puzzles fitting together, why did everything about this feel right? He grinned a bit as he slightly squeezed her in his arms. "Sorry, got scared." He tried to say without laughing but that was hard to do.

Violet: Violet laughed when he said he got scared before looking at him. “Oh, I know, it’s already so scary,” she agreed with a giggle before she looked back at the screen, comfortably settling against him. “How long did you rent me for again?” She asked softly, reaching her hand up to touch his hand that rested around her. She was curious how much time she got with him, and she was curious if it was always going to feel this good? Would every rental feel like this? No. No they wouldn’t, this was special, it was being with him that made her feel good. Not just being rented- but being rented by him. She didn’t want that feeling to end, but she knew it would, so she’d try to enjoy the few days she did get to spend here, comfortable, and dare she say it? Happy.

Scott: "It really is, told you I was a chicken." Scott smirked, looking back at the screen as well, until she spoke again. Glancing down he smiled. "You're stuck with me for a week. Sorry. I know this is torture, so you at least have something to complain about back in the cells." Happy, though he lived a long life, the feeling of just being happy was a rare one and he knew it all too well. Just looking down at her he whispered. "I know I'm glad it's a week I chose."

Violet: She giggled when he called himself a chicken again, the idea that a vampire could be afraid of a movie was amusing to her. She looked back at him and smiled when he told her that she was with him for a week- a whole week with him- she was thankful for that, and when he whispered to her she felt her heart jump again. “I am too,” she admitted as she brushed her fingers over his hand so gently, she was hardly sure he’d be able to feel her touch.

Scott: Seeing her look up at him, gazing into those gorgeous eyes that looked up at him. That combined with the three little words she spoke... If his heart could beat, then right now it would jump to life. Fingers moved over his hand which was easy to notice, slowly moving his own to let his fingers slide between hers, his thumb lightly stroking the side of her hand. The movie didn't matter now as he couldn't seem to look away. Head tilted slightly, the tip of his nose touching hers, giving her every chance to pull away if he had misread the signs and she didn't want this. But he couldn't help himself, being pulled in like she was a magnet to him and so he slowly kissed her. Just a slow peck, again giving her every opportunity to stop him, just to be sure.

Violet: His fingers were cool between hers, his hand larger than hers, but they fit so well, and as their hands fit together, even more, it seemed like their lips did too. She took a breath in when his lips, soft and cool, touched hers, and within an instant they were gone- but she didn’t want them to be. She followed him when he pulled back, moving her hands to his chest, kissing him this time, wanting him to keep kissing her.

Scott: It was what he needed, confirmation, knowing she wanted this as well. That was confirmed when he pulled away and she kissed him now. His hand tightened a little in the hold with hers, his free arm around her with his hand sliding up her back, lightly stroking through her hair as he answered her kiss. His lips parted slightly, touching her lips teasingly with the very tip of his tongue as if it was begging her for entrance. Slow, sensual, taking his time as he didn't want to rush her into anything, but there was no denying that he wanted this... he wanted her.

Violet: Violet felt her heart racing- and she was sure he did too, he was a vampire, how could he not? She let out the softest of sighs, a gentle moan as they kissed, arching against his chest, wanting to be close to him as she wrapped her arm around his neck, she was happy right then, happy, and content kissing him, feeling him. She parted her lips, sighing as she did- god he was a good kisser.

Scott: The soft moan that sounded, the sighs, the arm around his neck and then the sound of her beating heart, it all told him she wanted this as much as he did. It told him he hadn't misread the signs he had felt, that rare kind of chemistry between them was real. He let go of her hand to move his arms around her and as she pushed up more against him, he slightly lifted her to have her straddled in his lap, without breaking the kiss at all, just to be as close as possible. Tilting his head a little more when she parted her lips for him, his tongue exploring slowly, making sure to keep the pace slow for now as he traced the tip of his tongue along hers, while his arms locked around her.

Violet: When Scott lifted her without breaking the kiss she gripped his shoulders while he moved her so she was straddling his lap, once that was done, she wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the closeness. For a first- and second and third- kiss, it was more than she could have hoped for, there was so much chemistry between them, and she was thankful that this new experience was with someone who she was sure wasn’t just kissing her to just take advantage. A small sigh and moan as his tongue began to explore, it felt good, all of this felt good. This definitely wasn’t what she was expecting from her first rental, but god was she happy it was happening.

Scott: There was definitely no taking advantage of her, he kissed her because he wanted to kiss her and now with having her straddled he had her as close as he wanted her to be. Completely entangled in each others arms, listening to the rise in her heartbeat and the soft moan once the kiss became more passionate and heated. Scott wasn't going to push anything she might not want on her, but that actually worried him, what if someone would take that advantage of her once she was back in the cells? What if it would ruin her experience? Right now there was no time to really think about that as he just got lost in the little make out session, his hands lightly moving down her back, over the curve of her ass to give a teasing squeeze.

Violet: Violet broke the kiss after a few moments of making out, just briefly, to look at him, her blue eyes staring into his as she moved one arm from around his neck, brushing her fingertips over his lips lightly. She didn’t say anything- she didn’t feel like she had to in the moment, and then she leaned in to kiss him again. Briefly she wondered if Scott would be okay with just kissing for now- and after feeling his hands on her ass, she broke the kiss again. “Just to be clear,” she said as she looked at him seriously. “I’m not going to sleep with you tonight,” she informed him, but her stupid body wanted more, she wanted him to keep touching her ass, she wanted him to touch her elsewhere- but it was one thing kissing him, and a completely different thing planning on sleeping with someone- that was a lot of steps she wasn’t sure she was ready to take just yet- despite what her body wanted.

Scott: When she broke the kiss, his eyes opened, gazing into hers, a smile playing on his lips. It felt like he was drowning in a very good way and he wasn't sure what to make of that feeling just yet. The kiss continued but not for long. "I'm sure we can sleep together, like actual sleep." He mused in a whisper, lightly tracing the tip of his nose along the edge of her nose. "Just so you know, I'm fine with that, but also know I wouldn't hurt you and make sure it feels right."He said as he looked at her, resting his forehead against hers. "I care about you, Violet." He said as one hand left her ass, reaching up to cup her cheek. "I'm scared for what might happen when you have to go back to the cells, but if I can protect you, then I will." Another whisper, his hand lowering to settle his arm back around her. His lips placing a slow trail of kisses along her jawline to her neck, right above the collar. "I don't know what you're doing to me, but I like it..." He said softly near the shell of her ear.

Violet: “I know you wouldn’t hurt me,” Violet assured Scott as she moved her hands to his shoulders, then moved one to cup his cheek, gently brushing her thumb over it. She loved how cool and soft his skin was against hers, she loved the soft way he touched her, despite having a strength she could only imagine. “It’s more about- well-“ she blushed again and shrugged. “This was my first kiss,” she admitted and smiled a little sheepishly. “I think that sex is something I need to build up to,” she explained, laying out her thoughts and her feelings on the matter in a very logical way. It was pure Violet, to be logical, even when her body was aching for her to do more. “As much as I want to,” she added softly, letting him know that she did want to- she just needed a little time. His admission that he was scared of what would happen to her when she went back to the cells made her stiffen slightly- she was nervous about that too- but she trusted Scott, she knew if he could help her, he would. “I know,” she admitted. “I’m nervous about going back to the cells too- but I trust you,” she said, tilting her head to the side as he kissed her jawline to her neck. His lips made her break out in goosebumps again, she gripped the front of his shirt and arched against him, god she really didn’t want to listen to her brain- she wanted to listen to her body. “I was thinking the same thing,” she breathed as she but her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she gripped his shirt a little tighter.

Scott: "I wouldn't." Feeling her hand to his cheek made him tilt his head slightly into the touch, feeling her warmth against his cool skin. His eyes closed for a moment, until she spoke at least. Eyes slowly opened, a slight smile on his face at her little confession, seeing that little blush color her pale cheeks. "It was? For real? Don't think I've ever been someone's first when it comes to a kiss..." He mused, lightly stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I know you want it... I can hear it, feel it and your scent gives it away." Knowing this didn't make it easier , especially with the worries, knowing plenty would love to pop a cherry and if she wanted it or not wouldn't matter to them. As his lips connected with the skin of her neck, he felt the throbbing of the vein underneath, but it wasn't that which now made his eyes turn a red color, just a little side effect of getting turned on but he didn't want to scare her. "I just want to make you feel good... Don't need to take my pants off for it..." He whispered to her ear. "Don't even need my hands... Just this..." He mused, lightly taking her earlobe between his teeth, before using his lips and tongue to soothe the skin. "I won't do anything you may not want, you're calling the shots when it comes to that." He said as he slowly tilted his head back again, pecking her lips again before opening his eyes.

Violet: Violet bit her lip when Scott smiled at her admission before shrugging. “Maybe I was just waiting for the right guy?” She asked as she looked at him before leaning in to kiss him again- before he assured her that he could tell that she wanted the same thing she did. She moaned gently when he whispered in her ear, the closeness, the intimacy of whispered words like this made her arch against him again, while gripping his shirt still. “Oh god,” she moaned at the feeling of his teeth closing around her earlobe. “I- I never said I wasn’t okay with everything but…” she commented, feeling her resolve waver a little. She kissed him back when he pecked her lips, wanting more than anything to just keep kissing him, but when she opened her own eyes and saw his were red she inhaled slightly. It wasn’t a surprise- he was a vampire after all- but the implication of the color of his eyes- that was a surprise. She knew that vampires eyes could turn red from bloodlust- or regular lust- and in that moment she was sure she knew which was affecting Scott. “I like your eyes,” she commented as she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into his chest to peck his lips a few soft, gentle times.

Scott: The smile only grew at that next little thing she said. "Hope I was the right guy then, no takebacks." He said with a slight wink, humming through the kiss that followed and the whispers to her ear, knowing very well how sensitive that could be. "Just saying there's more to sex than fucking... And you decide how far anything goes." He confirmed. "I know you haven't done anything with someone yet, though I wonder if you've ever had an orgasm, like from playing with yourself? Or is literally everything new?" His tone was genuine, he was curious and he'd rather know than not. Hunger was definitely not affecting him, not for blood anyway. Scott chuckled a little when she commented on his eyes, welcoming the soft pecks. "Can't really help that. My focus is on my teeth right now as I don't want to freak you out." He said while his hands slowly roamed up and down her back. As if the bulge in his pants, that she was sitting on so he knew she'd feel that, wasn't enough proof of his desire for her, the eyes always gave it away. "Like this... Don't worry, not gonna bite you as I promised." He said before his lips parted, letting his fangs descend for a moment and retracting them again.

Violet: “Oh yeah, I masturbate,” Violet nodded, completely unashamedly, she wasn’t embarrassed about pleasure, or admitting that she pleasured herself. “I watch porn too,” she added with a saucy grin, knowing that her sisters would be shocked at her admission. But her mind wasn’t on them, it was on him, on the way he made her feel- on the way his body felt against hers. In the heat of the moment, she almost regretted making him promise not to bite- but she knew that she could overwhelm herself sometimes, and too much of a good thing was still too much, she’d take all of this one step at a time… for as long as she could anyways. “I think that’s hot,” she mumbled as she leaned in to kiss his neck this time. She lifted her lips to his ear and smiled as she spoke softly as he had done. “Maybe next time you can bite me,”

Scott: Scott chuckled at the easy admitting, an eyebrow raising at the mention of porn. "Can't say I know many women who do, or will admit it. Makes me wonder what kind of porn you watch..." It was strange how easily she eased his mind, had there been doubts before, now there weren't. Though they'd come back for sure, right now he enjoyed this moment. "Glad you do, they're kind of a part of me." He smirked a little. His eyes closed when she leaned in, feeling those warm lips to his neck which made his head tilt. The soft voice didn't make all this easier, his hands moving back to her ass, wondering what things she would be into once she'd have actually had sex. Right now she was still quite innocent, but what kind of vixen could be hiding underneath all that innocence? A light groan sounded, tilting his head forward to press a kiss to her shoulder. "You're so not making it easy on both of us..." He said a little mockingly, her heated scent lingering in the air and that was so very hard to deny.

Violet: “What kind of porn do you watch?” She asked teasingly, but she continued by signing and then shrugging. “Whatever I’m in the mood for,” she admitted. “I like all kinds of stuff, but lately it’s been like outside stuff, like people fucking in alleyways, that kind of thing,” she explained as she rested her hands on his chest. “Your turn,” she encouraged him, curious what he would say. When he groaned that she wasn’t making this easy on either of them she pulled back, grinning playfully. “I can stop,” she offered innocently. “Like I said, I’m cool with everything but- so, if you want me to take care of this,” she ground herself hips against him, feeling the bulge under her, and bit her lip as she looked at him. “I can do that,” she offered a little breathlessly. There was something freeing about this, she was usually so controlled in her actions, so precise, but in this moment, she just wanted to let go, to have all the fun she wanted to have with him, and she was sure he wanted the same thing.

Scott: "Nice... Public is a favorite. Random as I am random, sex to me can happen anytime and at anyplace the mood strikes... BDSM, use of toys, I do love remote control things, combinations of pain and pleasure. It varies what I watch." It was interesting that she had a curiosity clearly about public things, interesting as he sure didn't mind that. "No, don't stop..." He mused in a low tone, his eyes closed as another groan escaped him, his breath hitching when she moved against him. His eyes opened as he let himself sink back into the pillows behind him, watching her, letting his hands rest on her hips. "You can...? You know the answer to if I want you to, you should be able to guess that." He said softly, his hands moving over her legs, thumbs on her inner thighs, slowly moving up, only stopping when he reached the edge of her shorts. She was in control of how this would go as he wouldn't force her to do anything, even though he hardly ever let anyone have control over his actions.

Violet: “I mean, I never have,” she admitted with a blush. “But I can figure it out- I’m a fast learner,” she smiled at him, she was finding she liked this, she liked him, and she liked- well she liked how the night was going. She moved her hands down his chest, thanking about what he said as she leaned in to kiss him again and then pulled back, looking at him curiously. “What do you mean remote controlled things?” She asked as she tilted her head curiously.

Scott: Violet seemed to be exploring and he was all too willing to help her with that journey and any journey she wanted. There was just something there that he couldn't deny. He slightly bit his lower lip when her hands moved down his chest, head tilting when she leaned in to eagerly meet her lips again. He blinked a little when she pulled back, not expecting the question but he didn't mind answering. "Remote control toys, like a small vibe sitting snug against a clit, or a toy that goes inside, or a buttplug, some toys have a remote control or even an app these days for the phone, whoever holds the remote controls the vibrations and the intensity of them. Let's say we go out to dinner some time and I have you wear something like that, I could make you cum a few times before you even get to enjoy dessert." He smirked a little.

Violet: Violet bit her lip at the explanation before chuckling softly, it was just what it sounded like, and the thought of someone else being in control of her orgasm- that was- well if she was honest, it was enticing. She got so in her head a lot of the time, it was hard to cum, but if someone else was in control… well, that might just make everything better. “That’s pretty hot,” she admitted as she resumed running her hands over his body before resting on the waistband of his pants, moving towards the button and zipper. “Can I ask- I’m going to see you again after this right? Like- after the rental? This isn’t just a way to get into my pants and then I never see you again- right?” She asked as her fingers hesitated on the button to his pants. She felt stupid asking- but even the headstrong Violet got a little insecure at times, and about to have her first sexual experience with a guy she liked and who had- well centuries of sexual experiences, it made her a little nervous, and a little insecure. He’d been around, what if she was no good and he never wanted to see her again because of it?

Scott: "It is, gotta admit I do enjoy things like that, as it partly orgasm control but can also be overstimulation. Both are good in my opinion." He mused, biting his lip as he looked down at what her hands were doing. If he had a heartbeat, it would be racing right now for sure. "Welcome to the Institute , a place where if this was just about getting into your pants, I would've already been in them. That's why I'm worried about you going back to the cells... Someone could really ruin your first time for you. If that was what I was after, it would've already happened, so yes you will see me again... If you want to see me of course." He said with a smile, leaning up to cup her cheek, tilting his head to kiss her again. He couldn't explain why he felt so damn attracted to her as that attraction was already there, even when they were only talking, but there was no denial of that.

Violet: “Sounds like fun,” she admitted, heat rising in her cheeks, she couldn’t help but squirm a little at the idea of giving up control like that, letting someone else control her orgasms- honestly it was a really hot idea. She leaned into his touch when he cupped her cheek as she thought about what he said and then nodded. “I want to see you again,” she told him earnestly, not caring that she was maybe a little too eager to be cool, but that didn’t matter to her- she wanted him to know that she did want to see him again after their week together. She kissed him back when he kissed her, her fingers finally undoing the button of his pants and then working his zipper down. She parted her lips, letting him deepen the kiss as she slid her hand into his pants, wrapping her hand around him as she moaned gently. There was just something about him, something that made her want to push her own boundaries, and she wanted him to push them with her.

Scott: "Good, cause I definitely want... no, it's more need to see you again." Scott admitted before the kiss happened. He could feel the button getting undone followed by the zipper which made a soft sigh of relief sound, as his pants weren't exactly comfortable anymore. "I fucking want you so bad..." He managed to whisper before the kiss deepened, a groan sounding when her hand slipped into his pants, feeling her hold on his cock which made his hips buck up slightly into the touch. His tongue eagerly found its way into her mouth, arms sliding around her on her back, letting them slide under her top to move it up more. Pulling them back, he reached down to take her hand away for a moment. Moving her hands up to his shoulder so he could lift her up from the couch and take her into the bedroom which was definitely more comfortable than the couch. "Remember, you can always tell me to stop..." He whispered as he laid her down on the soft sheets of the bed, hovering over her to find her lips again and continue the deep kiss.

Violet: Violet loved the sound of Scott moaning she discovered in that moment, and as she began to move her hand over him, she felt him sliding his hands up her back. She kissed him back before he moved her hands to his shoulder and then let out a surprised giggle when he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned in, kissing his jaw and back as he carried her upstairs, nibbling at his neck lightly while he walked them into his bedroom. When he laid her on the bed she looked up at him before biting her lip with a smile. “I don’t think I’m going to want to stop,” she admitted. Fuck waiting, fuck staying a virgin as long as she could on slut island- she wanted this, she wanted him, and it was pretty obvious that he wanted her too. “I want you too,” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair, just in time for him to kiss her again. Yeah, there was no way she’d be able to tell him to stop. Not a chance.

Scott: Even the way she bit her lip, every little move and sound, was driving him insane i all the right ways. "I hope you won't want me to stop... but the option is there." He whispered as he leaned in for the deep and heated kiss, feeling her fingers roam through his hair which only made it that much better. His hands moved under her tank top, pushing it up to her chest. Breaking the kiss he helped her out of it and flung the piece of fabric aside. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He grunted as he leaned in again, his lips touching her jawline, trailing a line of pecks and soft licks down to her bra, his hands moved to pull down the straps and take the cups down. He glanced up at her as his tongue slightly vibrated against her nipple before he sucked the tender flesh into his mouth. Little movements and using his speed was all it took to create that effect. As his lips moved to her other breast, his hands moved down to unbutton her shorts. His movements a little less slow as his need for her only grew. "I'm gonna make you feel so damn good..." He whispered as he sat on his knees between her legs, his eyes on her eyes until he pulled his own shirt off to have it join her top on the floor. Digging his fingers into the hem of her shorts he tugged them down her hips, taking her underwear along, it would only get in the way anyway. His eyes were still locked onto hers as he lifted one of her legs up onto his shoulder, kissing the inside of her ankle, only to begin going further up the inside of her leg. Teeth grazed against her inner thigh, a slowly lap against her folds when he reached them, teasingly sliding his tongue between them.

Violet: “Good to know,” she agreed before she accepted his kiss again. When her tank top was gone, she found she wasn’t embarrassed like she had been when he saw her in that lingerie before. She accepted every touch, every kiss, every shedding of a layer until she was naked and she looked up at him, completely unashamed, her body aching for more. And he gave it to her, her long legs parted for him, she let him move one to his shoulder before he began to kiss and nip at the inside of her leg. “Oh-“ she gasped as his teeth grazed her leg. But it was when his tongue moved against her that she let out a pleasured moan. “Oh fuck-“ she gasped as she looked down at him.

Scott: Arms slid around her thighs, holding her in place as his eyes closed for a moment. Just relishing the taste as his tongue rolled right up against that sensitive pearl, keeping his focus on that for now. His lips engulfed her clit, lightly sucking while his tongue kept rolling in a subtle rhythm which would increase more and more. One arm let go of her leg to have the use of his hand and have it join his efforts, slowly pushing just one digit into her warm and soaking wet core, keeping an eye on her reactions as he began to slowly fuck her with it.

Violet: One hand moved to the back of his head, the other to the sheets of the bed, and she gripped as his tongue moved over her, he sucked at her and she heard herself panting as her hips arched towards his mouth. When he slipped his finger into her she groaned, feeling his finger slide into her hot core easily since she was so wet. “Mmm,” she whined softly as she looked down at him, biting her lip, trying to keep from crying out like she desperately wanted to.

Scott: "Don't hold back, no one can hear you out here..." He mused as he looked up with a playful grin on his lips before he continued his efforts. As he flicked his tongues against her clit and he could feel she was enjoying this, along with how damn wet she was, he pushed a second digit into her, holding still for a moment to let her adjust to that feeling. Slightly curving his fingers this time, he thrusted them into her, caressing her inner walls. His other hand moved down to push his jeans off his hips so he could kick them off easily.

Violet: Violet nodded at his assurance that no one could hear her, she arched against his finger, his mouth, the addition of a second finger was a more than welcome one, and she let out a moan of pleasure. “Oh god,” she gasped as his fingers curled inside her, whining at the feeling. god this was so much better than doing it herself: “Scott,” she cried softly, her hips desperately arching towards him.

Scott: His movements sped up, hearing her call out his name, knowing she was getting close as her inner walls were clenching around his fingers. Perfect... The sight he had as he looked up could only be described as perfect. "Cum for me..." He grunted, head shaking lightly from side to side as he put a little more pressure of his tongue to her clit, longing to see her find that release that she was now so desperately wanting. Usually he'd probably not let her cum until he was inside of her at least but this was her first time so that made everything different, this wasn't about control now, this was about seeing that pure pleasure wash over her.

Violet: Her thighs shook as she found herself getting closer and closer to her release, Violet gasped and panted at each movement of Scott’s fingers, each movement of his tongue against her clit. She whined, moving both hands to his hair now, gripping it as she arched against his mouth. Her hips bucked, her head fell back and she moaned as she felt her orgasm wash over her like a wave. Violet cried out, her thighs still trembling as she moaned while wave after wave of pleasure rushed over her. Her moans mixed with soft cries of his name- something she just couldn’t stop saying as the pleasure rolled over her.

Scott: Scott closed his eyes for a moment, when her fingers grabbed a firm hold of his hair, opening his eyes again to the perfect arching of her body. He had told her to cum for him but he wasn't exactly giving her a choice in the matter anyway, nor did she give him a choice with how she kept a hold on him. A slight grin formed while his tongue still moved seeing her finally come undone. Continuing his efforts until the aftershocks were happening. Another lap of his tongue was given on purpose, knowing how sensitive her clit would be now, before sliding his tongue slowly up to her stomach and pulling his fingers out of her warm core. "Good girl..." He whispered with a smile as he reached her lips, kissing her deeply to have her taste herself on his tongue while he kicked the remainder of his pants off. Laying on top of her, he didn't enter her right away, even if everything inside him screamed to have her now. Instead he moved his length between her folds, against her overly sensitive clit, to tease but also to use her wetness to coat him.

Violet: Violet could feel him continue to move his tongue over her, as small pulses of pleasure continued to shake her body, before he finally licked it one last time. She shivered at the feeling, and finally let go of his hair as he moved up her body, she was going to whine when he pulled his fingers from her but her eyes snapped to his when he called her a good girl- there was something about it, something that made her eager to hear him say it again. When his lips descended on hers she kissed him back hungrily, wrapping her arms around his neck, her narrow frame arching to meet his, desperate for closeness. The feeling of his length moving between her folds made her shudder again, her nails digging into his shoulders lightly as she looked down at their bodies- and then she looked back at him, her eyes meeting his, she finally spoke, letting out a “Scott- please,” she wasn’t even sure what she was asking for, just that she needed more- she needed him.

Scott: Scott had to break the kiss, gazing into her eyes as he teased her with the slow sliding, feeling her nails dig into his skin which just made a groan erupt, there was just something about it that never ceased to get him going. He could keep on teasing her for a long time but then she spoke, just two little words of which one was his name. Please... The begging tone in her voice was irresistible to him. Pushing himself up on one arm so he could look down on her, his hand moving down to guide his cock to her entrance, he slowly pushed the head in and waited just a moment to make sure she was alright before quite easily gliding all the way inside. "Fuck... you're so tight." He grunted as he held still again, a groan sounding as he began to slowly thrust, leaning in to catch her lips with his own, just for a moment as his fangs were showing.

Violet: The eye contact with him was amazingly intimate- somehow more intimate than what they were doing, which was an amusing though that she’d have to think about later because right now, she was only thinking about how much she wanted him. When he propped himself up on his elbow she ran her hands from his shoulders, down his chest, her nails gently dragging along his skin. He had groaned when she’d dug her nails into his shoulders, so she had to see if it would work a second time. She whimpered when he started to push inside of her- he was thick, and she could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, his cock moving inside of her made her gasp and hands fumble to catch hold of his shoulders again as she hooked a leg over his hip, it was like she wasn’t in control of her body, she was just sitting back, while her body did everything it needed to get the maximum pleasure, and she loved it. “I think you’re just big,” she managed to flirt before accepting his kiss. When he began to move Violet realized in that moment that as good as it had been with him going down on her- this was going to be better.

Scott: Scott bit his bottom lip when she moved her hands over his chest, the dragging of her nails would make goosebumps appear for sure. Every move and every sound he paid attention to, while looking into her eyes, the eyes told him everything he needed to know. "Bit of both maybe..." He mused softly, groaning as he moved a little faster. His arms moved around her to hold her tight, so he could roll them over and have her on top of him instead. For one, the view was beyond perfect and secondly, he could see what she was comfortable with. Some wanted it slow, some fast, and then there were those that enjoyed him using a hint of his speed, but as this was her first time, he wouldn't do that. "Ride me... Take what you want, gorgeous." He whispered as he leaned up to kiss her again before resting back and have his hands move up to her breasts , teasing her nipples by slightly pinching them, soothing it right after by stroking.

Violet: Violet held tight to Scott when he rolled them over and when she realized she was on top now, she looked down at him before kissing him sweetly, but passionately. She did as he encouraged; she sat up, steadying herself by putting her hands on his chest, and then looked down at their bodies. Her first few rolls of her hips were slow, unsure, but as she felt herself rise and sink over his cock, she realized it felt amazing, and she bit her lip as she started to move a little more deliberately. “Oh my god,” she gasped, and then let out a small whimper when he pinched her nipples. “Can- can you do that a little harder?” She asked, a little distracted by the feeling of pleasure she was getting by riding him. Fuck it felt so good. “Fuck,” she whispered- okay, yeah, sex was way way better than a DIY orgasm.

Scott: Scott didn't expect miracles, knowing this was new to her, but he changed the position on purpose to learn things she liked hopefully. "Just like that..." A groan emitted once she got the hang of it and created a rhythm, once her movements became more steady, he slightly bucked his hips up to meet her thrusts with his own. A slight smirk appeared on his face at the request she made, interesting as she seemed to enjoy that hint of pain along with the pleasure. One hand remained to toy with her nipples one by one, pinching a bit harder so he knew it would definitely sting now, while his other hand moved down to stroke her clit in the same rhythm of how she was riding him.

Violet: When Scott began to meet her with thrusts of his own she gasped, everything felt so good, and his fingers both pinching her nipples, one by one and his finger stroking her clit, it was all enough to start drawing another orgasm from the girl. “Oh- Oh yes,” she moaned at the attention he lavished on her body. “Scott, yes,” she moaned, she’d cum before, and he was going to make her do it again, something she was definitely looking forward to.

Scott: With a little grin on his lips, he pulled his fingers away from her clit. "Not yet..." He said between quite hasty breaths, speeding up the thrusting he made upwards, knowing he was getting close himself anyway as he could feel that burning ache in his loins begin. "Together..." He whispered before moving his fingers back down to rub them against her clit again. "Cum with me..." He groaned, giving her nipple a slight twist, feeling how the veins in his length began to throb, all he needed was to feel her clench around him to make him fall right over the edge of his pleasure.

Violet: She whined when he pulled his fingers away from her clit, but when he began to move up into her harder, it more than made up for it, she was close, she was getting so close again. She still had her hands on his chest and she moved a little faster, to match the speed of his thrusts before she heard his whispered groan, encouraging her to cum with him. She gasped when he rubbed her clit again before she let her head fall back, her nails digging into his chest as her second orgasm rushed over her. She cried out, the orgasm making her thighs shake even harder than the one before. “Oh fuck- oh god- oh Scott-“ she cried out, as she came around his cock.

Scott: The whining was adorable and quite hot to him to hear, he knew he'd make it up to her soon anyway. "Fuck..." He groaned out when he could feel the shaking of her thighs start along with the clenching of her inner walls which just made it impossible to hold back. Thrusting up into her hard a few more time, his breath hitching as he spilled his load deep inside her clenching core. His head tilted back but only for a second as he wanted to see her, to look up at her and see the aftermath. "Good... girl..." He grunted between hasty breaths, trying to catch his breath. though she was still experiencing some aftershocks surely, he pulled her down into his arms, his hips still slowly moving, riding it out with slow but deep thrusts. Each trust slowing down more until he held still, lightly kissing her neck, her jaw and soon her lips.

Violet: Violet felt him cum inside her as she came, but it was the feeling of him still thrusting into her through the orgasm that made her whimper again. A thin layer of sweat covered her body as he pulled her down into his arms, the praise just made her proud, she had been good, she had pleased him, for someone who had never pleased a man before, it made her feel good. It was amazing how he managed to make her feel good on so many levels, and when he finally slowed she clung to him, the feeling of his lips against her neck, her jaw, and finally her lips made her sigh in satisfaction. It was funny how quickly she’d gone from first kiss to first time having sex, and yet it didn’t bother her, she didn’t feel any different like a lot of girls claimed they did, she just felt… good. She felt good and he made her feel good, and that in itself was enough to make her even more excited for the week they had ahead of them. “So,” she licked her lips as she laid her head on his shoulder and smiled a little breathlessly. “Now that I’m not a virgin, does that mean vampires are going to be less interested in me?” She joked.

Scott: His arms locked around her, just holding her as she clung to him as well, like he was afraid to let go. It all just felt so good, mostly because it just happened without any intention of it happening. It happened because they both wanted this. He chuckled a little at her remark. "Well, the virgin hunters will be disappointed." He smirked. "I doubt there will be any less interest from anyone though, you're damn gorgeous..." He whispered as he slightly arched his back to slide out of her so he could properly have her in a cuddle now. "Should I still sleep on the couch tonight though?"

Violet: “The virgin hunters- is that a thing?” She asked with a laugh before wrapping her arms around his middle when he asked if he should sleep on the couch. “Don’t you dare leave me,” she laughed as she held onto him. She felt oddly empty when he slid out of her, but content. She felt content and good, and like the moment could last forever. She sighed as she snuggled against him before looking up at him. “You know I’m sleeping here all week now, right?” She asked with an impish grin.

Scott: Scott laughed and shook his head. "Nah, but there are definitely people, of all kinds of species who love to be the first. Mostly just to ruin a slave for anyone else. Too bad for them, now I've ruined you." He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Not going anywhere and neither are you, you're staying right here, so yes I know." A kiss to the tip of her nose followed and then a kiss to her lips. "Are you good? I wanted it to be good for you, knowing it's your first time..." Though he could guess the answer, he'd rather hear it said, as it was important to him.

Violet: She chuckled softly when he said he’d ruined her, but there was a small part of her brain that wondered if he was right- would sex ever feel as good as it had with him? It wasn’t just the physical act of sex that had been good, she liked him and he made it good. “Good,” she said with a grin before she kissed him back. When he asked if she was good she sighed contently before nodding. “Yeah, I’m good, I think I may be a little sore later- but I feel good,” she told him. “Would I make it weird if I said this felt right?” She asked curiously, she didn’t want to make it weird, but it did feel right, not just the sex, but being there- with him, it all felt right.

Scott: The smile on his face only grew at that. "A little sore is normal, just wanted to make sure as I know it's quite a big deal. And no, that doesn't make it weird. It did feel right to me as well." He said while slowly caressing her back as she rested on his chest. To him it was the same, everything around this felt right but at the same time also confusing, three years of waiting to return here to reunite with Daisy, and now... now there was Violet just sweeping him off his feet like it was nothing. Something he would have to think about later, right now all that mattered was her and enjoying her near.

Violet: She smiled when he said sore was normal, and she sighed when he said it felt right to him too. She snuggled against his chest and sighed as he caressed her back, closing her eyes as she listened to him breathe, resting one had on his chest she traced her finger lightly over his skin, the coolness was wonderful to her, the closeness was wonderful to her, and she couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the week held for them.

#xscottlandenbergx #Scott #Interactions: Scott #rental 01

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silkylious · 2 years

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you my tumblr crush. not going anon for this <3 you’re too cool and you must know 😤

JUNE PLS you're too sweet i swear 😭💕

#yk what's funny i get so nervous when i interact with artists and editors because im like. they're so friggin cool #like when i sent u that ask i was debating whether i should send it or not for like 5 minutes 😭😭#you're just so talented and ahhhh <33 #june 🧡#silky smooth chats

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cinnamon-suncat · 6 years

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Even if the world explodes, even if the universe melts, I know there's one universal constant we can rely on: your ladies are gonna have hips that could kill anyone they come across instantly

me thinking up new characters:

#oK BUT tbh Vani and Syr have actually been my only 2 bottom heavy characters #bout to get all SERIOUS up in the tags here #when I was growing up all my OCs were small-hipped and sylphlike with silky stick-straight hair #because I had a lot of issues with self loathing and just made characters what I wanted to be #in Asia I am generally considered 'beautiful but weird'#for being mixed race asian but having curly hair and tits+ass like a friggin blow up doll #and it just made me feel really uncomfortable with myself #here in Australia I fit in less racially but somehow I feel more comfortable in my own skin #(I think it's because more varied kinds of beauty are celebrated here rather than there being a strong 'standard')#I was about 18 or 19 when I first started RPing. I'd recently left Singapore and moved to Australia for uni #so my self image started to improve a lot #and that started to reflect on the sort of characters I was making #hence my most recent 2 being dramatically curvy with wild hair #Anonymous

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duskholland · 4 years

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what about tom finding out mid-sex that y/n has a choking kink and he just gets really friggin turned on jfhfjfjdjdjd (u dont have to do this but like if u do id die)

18+ !!!! contains nsfw material. extended warnings beneath cut.

warnings: choking kink, rough sex. practise kink responsibly pls.

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Tom’s got you pushed up against the bedroom door, one hand pressing into your waist, the other holding your leg up to his side. It’s rough: teeth clashing, spit flying, the harsh sounds of your bodies charging the air as he pounds into you relentlessly.

He can feel your hands, all slippery and hot from sweat, sliding over his naked torso. Your fingernails catch on his shoulders, leaving small red crescent-moon shapes to his skin as you cling onto him for dear life. He hooks your leg further around his side and it opens up your wet cunt, giving him easier access to slam deeply into you, and it makes him curse to see your eyes roll back as you whimper.

Tom is unrelenting, passionate, and it feels so good to have his cock buried up to the hilt in your pussy that he thinks he’s about to ascend to heaven.

“Tom,” you stammer out through gritted teeth, your voice rough and desperate. “More.”

Tom manages to quirk his eyebrow, his entire face pulled tight from the exertion of pounding into you over and over. “More?” He queries, his eyes widening. “I’m going flat out here, darling. What do you need?”

You whine, shaking your head when he moves the hand on your hip towards your clit. With trembling fingers, you grab his wrist and bring his hand up towards your face. You bite your lip, your eyes swirling with a dark, intense lust that takes Tom’s breath away as you tenderly press his hand to your throat.

“Choke me,” you beg. You nod desperately, your hair flying all over the place as Tom slows down his pace, replacing his furious thrusts with longer, drawn-out ruts of his hips as he tries to clear his mind.

“Choke you?” He repeats, the words slow and calculated. His eyes trace over your face, reading the heady need in your eyes and the way you’re chewing your lower lip. He swallows deeply. “Does my little angel want to get choked as I fuck her?”

The whimper that travels up your throat is so divine Tom almost loses it right there and then.

“Please,” you whisper, pulling at his shoulders. “Need it. I need it so much, Tom. W’nna feel your hand around my neck as your cock fucks me so deep.”

“Shit, okay.” Tom hesitates, his hand hovering lightly over the column of your neck. “Tap out if you don’t like it, okay?” And he doesn’t do anything until you nod your head fervently.

The noise you make when he experimentally pushes his fingers against your throat is enough to coax his pace back to speed. You strain against him, forcing him to add more pressure against your neck, and as you gasp for air, you pull him even closer, wrapping your leg further around him and forcing him deeper.

Tom goes back to fucking you hard, the sounds of your sloppy arousal mixing with the strangled whimpers and the gasps that slip past your lips. He doesn’t press too hard into you, because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but it seems the mere presence of his hand resting over your throat is erotic enough to give you the edge you need, and the sight is so radiant that Tom can’t stop himself from running wild with the dirty talk.

“Mmm, who would’ve known you’re such a kinky girl, Y/N?” He coos, grunting out between thrusts. At his words, he feels your cunt clench around him. “Such a pretty little thing, with my hand wrapped around your neck. Letting me fuck you so hard, too. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasp out, your eyes fluttering shut as you grow overwhelmed from all the sensations. Your fingers slide between your legs to rub furiously over your pulsing bud, and Tom’s hand over your neck keeps you in place as your body starts to shake. “‘M your good girl, Tom.”

“Yes, you are.” He’s so fucking close. All those pretty strangled noises you’re making, and the way your body ruts down to meet his thrusts makes Tom feel like he’s going to explode, and going off the distant, blissed-out expression spreading over your face, he knows you are too. “Gonna let go for me, darling? I want you to cum for me.”

Your name tumbles from his mouth like a prayer as Tom fucks you through a mind-numbing high. Your figure quakes against the door but he holds you up, his fingers clasping your throat, holding you tightly as you thrash, and it’s so fucking erotic to see his hand around your neck as you fall apart for him that Tom lets your walls pull a hot release from his aching cock. He curses, his fingers falling loose as you grab at him, and you ride out your highs together, breathing heavily.

When you’ve both finished, Tom keeps his length nestled inside your warm, silky cunt, and brings his hands to rest on your sides. He eyes you curiously, his mouth pulling into an interested smirk as you bite at your lower lip.

“So… Choking, eh?”

Your eyes darken as you nod slowly. “It’s hot,” you say.

“Yeah.” Tom leans in and presses a hard kiss to your lips. “Didn’t peg you as such a kinky girl, though. What else are you hiding in there?” He asks, bringing up his hand to wrap in your hair.

You giggle softly, giving him a shrug so innocent that it makes his cock twitch.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.”

#im crying #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #holy helllllllllll #blurb night #tomblurbs #myblurbs #mischiefandi #tom.filth #smut

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killuababie · 4 years

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can i request all of the teams with a floofy hair manager ??? Their hair is so soft and fluffy every ones like “ spare conditioner ma’am 😳” (fem!manager please ! )

Floof

Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Fem!Manager, Shiratorizawa x Fem!Manager.

Summary: Teams with fem manager who has soft and fluffy hair.

Type: Platonic Headcanons.

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE!! also I hope you don't mind that I wrote only for 2 teams, writing for all the teams is kinda not possible there's like around 10 main teams so :(

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AOBA JOHSAI:

You have been their manager for quite a while for and day by day their urges to touch your hair increases.

Kunimi, the guy who isn't really interested in anything really wants to know how your hair feels.

They definitely low-key stare at it sometimes.

One day Iwa breaks the wall.

You did something minor, maybe give them their water bottles and Iwa just pats your head as a thank you before complimenting it

Iwaizumi: Oh- your hair are so... soft

Oikawa: I THINK WE ALL KNOW THE ULTE- *boom a volleyball in his face*

Hence the saga of them giving you head pats at most random times started.

You walk? Head pat. You blink? Head pat. YOU EXIST? HEAD PAT.

Now Oikawa wants to know that recipe-

Oikawa: MA'AM HAIR TIPS PLS🤲🏻

You: OH SURE!!! :D *tells them tens of products you use*

Everyone: Whew... That's a lot 😟

You: WHY DON'T WE HAVE A HAIR MAKE OVER DAY ONCE A WEEK? :D

-cue Kindaichi combusting at the thought of him stepping into a girl's house.

Commencing y'all's hair days. Y'all go to someone's house and have a makeshift salon at their house and shit.

It's chaotic- sometimes, actually many times, y'all slip over the slippery mess y'all created and what's a pelvic bone? We don't know her sis.

WATARI LOWKEY HAS NO IDEA WHAT TO DO BECAUSE NO HAIR but he still does everything y'all do and y'all are just vibin

Now the vbc is also known for their silky, soft hair.

Oikawa makes the fangirls pay before allowing them to touch his single hair strand-

SHIRATORIZAWA:

You and the team has just introduced each other and our blunt boi is like 'zayum I want that shi'

Ushiwaka: Hey y/n your hair seem really soft, may I touch it?

You: oh- thank you? And yes sure ig?

Ushiwaka: *giving you endless headpats*

Cue Goshiki thinking he HAS to compliment you in a better way

Goshiki, slightly flustered and panicking: Y/N!! Your are definitely the s-softest, they are sHIIny aswell- AND- YES.

You, confused but living for the the chaos:THANK YOU!!

You give the baby a head pat and he dies-

Headpats have been definitely common and ordinary since the first day, Tendou literally rests his chin on your head because it's literally so comfortable for him

I definitely know Shirabu and Semi are pretty knowledgeable when it comes to haircair

Also, ik TENDOU GOT DRY ASS STRANDS THEY MAKE CRACKING SOUNDS WHEN RUBBED 😭😭

You're in tears.

Hence you, Semi and Shirabu lecturing Tendou how important it is to take care of hair and Ushiwaka, Goshiki taking literal notes.

Ushiwaka: I hope my hair quality improves.

Goshiki, challenging him: MY HAIR QUALITY WOULD BE THE BEST

Wakabaka: Yes goodluck.

Just like Aoba Johsai y'all have hair days

TENDOU FINISHES BOTTLES IN ONE GO AND YOURE CRYING

Ushijima: It's okay, if you want I will buy that for you later as a gratitude for helping us out.

You: HAND IN MARRAIGE.

Ushijima: I'm not yet ready to marry.

Also, Rheon DEFINITELY tries some hairstyles on your hair and MUAH they look soooo friggin good.

Y'all 10 billion percent have photoshoots when your hair is done by Rheon.

Since y'all live in dorms, this happens in dorms.

Now everyone wants good hair like y'all got

-Next week in Shiratorizawa- Due to high demands, we have decided to open a hair salon.

+ Y'all start getting sponsorship calls from famous high-end brands

Tendou is like "YUHH WE GONNA GET DA BREAD💅🏼"

GIRL YOUR POWER.

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#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu platonic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x manager #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu manager #shiratorizawa x reader #shiratorizawa manager #shiratorizawa #aoba jōsai #aoba josai x reader #aoba johsai #aoba johsai manager

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its-a-journal-of-ideals · 3 years

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ok so. i decided to talk about my fankids because i did give them a public debut already (see my creation for fkmr week day four, here) and while i did do what i love and slipped in worldbuilding subtly, within the story, i wanna give them Attention!! because i love them!

i realize lots of bsd ocs use real people but i,, didn't. granted i was having a ADHD Brainrot in my bed before i finally passed out and it was late at night, not a time to research irl sources. plus i just didn't think to do it, ok? anyway their names are Yoshiro and Kai and they're fraternal twins. Kai is older by about two hours. at the time of canon they're eleven ish. why yes Mori did stage a coup with a pair of three year olds in the other room, no Fukuzawa didn't find out they existed for the longest friggin time (and lemme tell you, friend, he was most upset about the secret part of secret children have you Seen This Man's Adoption Habit)

Kai: short choppy black hair, grayish blue eyes, shorter squarer face, selectively mute and generally less talkative than Yoshiro even when he does talk, no ability, likes strawberries and drawing and learning to fight from Chuuya and hanging out with Gin because they're silent buddies who don't need to talk to get along. he often reminds Mori of Fukuzawa with his quietly steely nature and the same expressions with the same eyes (also, mori, despairing: how is swordsmanship heritable. why do you like blades so much you tiny reverse colored carbon copy)

Yoshiro: long silky pale gray hair, blueish purple eyes, long narrow face, ability: can see things about people that they already know about themselves and learns something new every time he sees them, likes meeting people anyway and apples and playing Dazai's old games and hanging out with Tachihara because they do a lot of causing chaos in the mafia offices. Mori sees himself more often in Yoshiro. it's the sharp kind of biological curiosity that leads a kid to sneak a scalpel out of dad's desk and do an amateur dissection of a pigeon to try to figure out how they fly (mori, pinching the bridge of his nose: kiddo. baby. tiny lil thing. how did you get ahold of the scalpel. im guessing none of the blood is yours since you would yell your lil head off if you got cut but why... never mind. cmon why dont we clean up and you ask me the question you had instead of you cutting up a bird about it.)

Mori has his hands very full with these two and a mafia. Fukuzawa is delighted to learn they exist, disgruntled that Mori didnt tell him, and instantly broody over them in the way that a hen is broody. as in, My Babies, no one touches My Babies lest thou feel my wrath, also everything My Babies do is cause for great pride. he’s fun at school events :)

#bsd ocs #zskk twins #sheesh this is long #i do love them #im just always scared to share out of the blue #but!! blame background-bsd and their skk baby #ty for the strength

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kaaramel · 3 years

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still deciding whether i want to clean up + submit these to the mortifying ordeal of ao3 but daemon au is hogging more brain cells than ever. not enough that i would actually come up with names for them. but i’m touchstarved, okay. here’s three 200-word “lupin’s first time touching the others’ daemons” polygang with a little extra drizzle of gender on the side

Fujiko's daemon has a choreographed part in the game she plays with her targets. The little jungle cat knows exactly how to tease - to yawn and stretch to within an inch of skin and no closer, to tickle the very tip of his tail over someone's leg. Lupin isn't above the tingle of pleasure and anticipation that those little brushes and almost-touches bring him, nor is his own daemon above clumsily aping the technique - flicking her own tail strategically, leaning over and snatching for locks of Fujiko's hair, retreating with an enormous, unrepentant smile only when Fujiko's daemon reminds her with a silky purr that real wild margays eat monkeys. It's part of the fun, and Lupin knows better than to take it seriously.

When Fujiko's daemon, spotted fur recently washed free of dye from another undercover job, flops into Lupin's lap like any drowsy housecat would... that feels genuine, and gives unwonted weight to the way Fujiko's cuddled up against his shoulder. He's either fostering a real connection or falling deeper than ever into her trap, and - because he's Lupin the Third, who always raises the stakes - he gently strokes a hand along the daemon's back.

It's wholly practical. After a job gone sour (that could have gone worse if not for the samurai riding to the rescue) Lupin is hauled off the ground and slung across the back of Goemon's daemon, in order to make a quicker getaway. His own macaque daemon manages to cling on just above her tail, teeth chattering.

It's only practical, and Lupin's half in shock from the bullet that grazed his side - maybe that's why he spends the ride in a daze, marveling at the strength of her. A stocky, shaggy little bay mare, who he wouldn't have traded in that moment for the most flamboyant white stallion. She is Goemon's passion, fury, and elegance personified, galloping along below him.

It had been only practical, Lupin assumed, and he's prepared to return to the etiquette of not touching another person's daemon - Goemon's manners are rigid and frequently enforced at Zantetsuken-point. Until he slides painfully off the mare's back, and she butts her head against his chest, nuzzling.

"Keep leaning on me," she murmurs.

Lupin peeks up at Goemon, less for confirmation and more to savor the adorably flushed expression on his face, and gladly slings an arm over her neck.

Lupin didn't react the first time the snake on Jigen's shoulders spoke in a deeper voice than the man himself, but he's seen strangers double-take. Mostly he doesn't talk much, shoring up the stoic cowboy image - revolver, hat, smaller hat, strong silent rattlesnake.

"Just shows how much of a man I am," was the sort of thing he said about it, although Lupin never asked. It takes time for honesty to come to the surface between them, for a show-you-mine-you-show-me-yours to take place instead of Jigen retreating to change clothes and stitch wounds in private, and haltingly tells the story of someone who hadn't been ready to admit who he was until years after his daemon settled.

"It could be worse," his daemon rumbles. "I could've settled as a friggin' lion or something. With reptiles, nobody knows better 'til I open my mouth."

"There's cis guys with male daemons," Lupin offers. "Just isn't common," and, when Jigen peers suspiciously from under his hat, spins the (idealized) story of a child who stole a name from a lineage of thieves who wanted a son without acknowledging the one they had.

Jigen's daemon coils along his shoulder to brush Lupin's, scales cool against his skin.

#lupin iii #i DIDNT READ... HDM... I NEVER READ IT AND I DONT REALLY WANT TO...#but i want. the Intimacy. of brushing my fingertips over someone else's soul fursona. is that a crime #'show-you-mine-you-show-me-yours' hyphenated counts as one world if the word counter allows it. lemme have this.

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Two can play at that game... Part 1 (Mammon x M/C) 18+

Heyyyo guys Okie I finally finished this fic!!! FRIGGIN FINALLY!!!!!

But anyway this fic was requested byyy @memekingofwwiii. Thank you sooooo much for the request love!! I had so much fun with writing this fic and I really am sorry its taken so long but I hope that it lives up to what you were expecting!!! Hopefully i’ll have the next part up soon but yeah okay so it is 18+ and I have taken some liberties about writing it in terms of the other characters but anywhoooo I hope you like it!!!!

Request: Ok... so it’s headcannon that Mammon is actually hella powerful and scary when pissed but because he has such good control over his emotions he never goes out of control unlike his brothers (and Nephew, Satan is Luci’s son, fite me m8) so I’m kinda thinking what would happen if MC genuinely tried to provoke him, making him jealous and possessive to the point where he snaps and fucks MC into his mattress (doggy style) in his demon form. (1/2)\

Warnings: not many in this part beside light kissing and spanking/ Unedited

(next part thoooo)

Your eyes ran up and down yourself in the mirror... You frowned.

You then pulled your skirt slightly higher up, pinning the sleeves of the off shoulder top slightly lower. It caused your cleavage to show a little better over the sweetheart neckline of your top. Giving yourself a look over again you smirked.

You looked bomb and you friggin knew it!!

You had done a good job riding the line of sexy and yet innocent if you do say so yourself. Your black skirt hugged your curves very nicely, as it ran down your thighs stopping just a bit before your knee. It wasn’t particularly short but it rode higher when you walked and considering tonight was going to be spent dancing... Again you smiled to yourself. You had paired this with a mustard yellow top. It had a sweet heart neckline with sleeves which fell off your shoulders. The sleeves gave you a chance to wear the new white lace lingerie set you had invested. The white a nice touch and added to the look you were going for. It was a bit long though so collecting some of it at the back you tucked it into the skirt. This made quite the show of your behind but you didn’t mind... If anything it was going to help achieve your goal. All of this had been paired with gold jewellery; rings, a thin gold choker and a pair of hoops. Your hair was silky and straight, some of the front strands you had pinned back the rest falling around your face that was sporting natural makeup with gold highlights here and there and finally a pair of black boots that had white laces.

For once you knew you looked amazing and you knew without any doubt you were going to get you want!

You were finally going to get Mammon riled up and more jealous and possessive than he already is. You knew it was slightly cruel to toy with him like so but you were also sick and tired of him edging around his and your feelings as he tried to pretend like he didn’t like you. You understood that given the way his brothers teased him relentlessly he had to put up a tough front but you weren't telling him to drop that... all you wanted was for him to let go of it when you were alone. You had tried to get him to do that through the cutesy and sweet way but it hadn’t worked so you were left with this last resort, which was to get him to snap and you were certain it was going to work.

You at first had been trying to figure out the logistics such as when, where and who would you use to get him all riled up but the perfect opportunity had come with Diavolo and his insistence on spending time together. He had been visiting the dorm one day when he suggested that all the boys, the angels and the humans go out together and just relax and have some fun. Something we all deserved after all the stressful events. Given everything was being sponsored by him no one minded but no one had any smart ideas as to what we could do. The surprising idea to go to a club was pitched by none other than Lucifer.

“Why don’t we all go together to The Fall? Diavolo can have several booths booked for us, I can pick up liquor for all of us, we can even have Barbatros pick some up from the human realm for M/C and Solomon... I think it would be nice. It gives everyone a chance to get dressed up and we can all dance and let of some steam?”

At first no one had answered all too shocked by the fact that Lucifer had suggested this but his next line had you instantly agreeing.

“I work at The Fall quite often for our M/C here, I could get the DJ to play human realm music... M/C could make a list of the songs and with the right incentive i am sure he wouldn't mind?”

You were instantly up telling him you’d give a list to him by tomorrow morning. Everyone was aware that as nice and hardworking as you were you couldn't say no to a party and one with music you knew you danced well too... your excitement had rubbed of on everyone and soon they were all agreeing.

Each song you had picked was pointed in every way, from the words to the melody, to the dance you were supposed to do. The one piece of puzzle that had taken the longest though was who would you use? Who would make Mammon snap… at first you considered one of his brothers. You knew by now that more than a few had their eyes on you… Lucifer came to mind specifically especially given you may have had some feelings for him at first but you felt that was too cruel.

Thats when you thought about your fellow human Solomon. He would be perfect… You both had had some fun of your own earlier in the year at a party Asmo had taken you too before Mammon’s feelings had been made clear. Since then you had always seen the lingering glances of the sorcerer as you talked, his lingering touches when he hugged you. If all this didn't go the way you wanted it to you knew you had Solomon to fall back on. A bonus to all this was that despite Solomon being a magic being and whatnot he did listen to pop music in the human realm and you knew first hand he could keep to a beat... if the last party was anything to go by. You both had taken over the floor together and according to Asmo it was so hot the demon of lust was left fanning himself and blushing.

You felt that excitement deep within you; it was time to see why Mammon was the second demon lord of Devildom. You continued to think about what was going to happen as you collected your white cardigan, a small sling, DDD... Excitement, arousal, slight fear bubbling in your core when a knock on your door startled you. You recognised the voice as Satan’s. He didn't come in he just spoke though the door.

“M/C we are all ready so we will wait for you by the front door. Please hurry Asmo is insufferable!”

You giggled at that and after having a quick glass of water and reapplying your chapstick you were good to go. You made your way down the stairs and though your eyes remained on the stairs in front so you didn't fall, you felt the eyes of the boys follow you as you made your way down.

Lucifer had been the first to see you walk down, one arm on the banister the other holding your cardigan. Lucifer instantly covered his mouth with his gloved hand as your entire body came into view his cheeks burning red. His eyes ran up your legs that seemed so long in this outfit despite you having a short stature. Your skirt riding up as you walked; all he wanted was to run his bare hands along those curves. His eyes took in the gold highlights along your hands then running up to see the hints of your cleavage that deepened when you moved a certain way. Your neck being wrapped with that choker and finally your angelic face that held an innocent smile and a light blush. It was your eyes though that made it hard for Lucifer to remain composed, those eyes knew exactly what they were doing to him and the others by the looks of it. Instead he lightly coughed before offering you his signature smirk. Taking your hand in his and pulling you slightly closer to press a light kiss to your forehead.

“You look absolutely radiant M/C.

You blushed in return before leaning up and kissing his cheek as well. (He had to bend down)

“Thank you lucifer… You don't look so bad yourself.”

Lucifer was feeling many things in that minute but the biggest feeling he could pin point was hurt pride as he looked at you being surrounded by his brothers. The boys always seemed elated whenever you wore one of their colours; it was a sign of dominance over the others; you had picked them over the others and tonight you most certainly had. Lucifer’s pride was hurt that you had picked Mammon over him; his pride was hurt over the fact that tonight when people looked at you even if you weren't on any of their arms even if you weren't next to them everyone would know who you belonged to just with those colours.

The other brothers were not faring any better. Levi had never in his life felt this much envy for anything or anyone before. He so desperately wanted to complain about the injustice that was occurring with the clothes you had worn. Not just because now no one else in the club would compare but because you were clearly stamped as Mammon’s with the colours you wore. Satan felt every fibre of his being screaming to throw you over his shoulder and show you just what that outfit was doing to him but again the colours screamed whose you were. Asmo was the most perfect being there ever was but there was no competition in his mind as to who came second; You. He took your hand and spun you around making you give them all a full view of what they all could only look at as he giggled along with you.

“Oh my M/C! Don't you just look so cute!! You're an absolute doll love and you're going to be turning some heads today aren't ya? I mean obviously not as many as me but still!”

You blushed with all the compliments Asmo was throwing your way, but you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks Asmo though as always no one can compare to you!”

“Oh I love you M/C! Can we keep her forever?”

Everyone shared a chuckle over that though Beel was too busy running his eyes up and down your body. God you were a full meal and he would like nothing more than to sit and eat you forever, instead he gave you his signature adorable smile.

“It looks like someone is going to have fun… I am glad!”

“Awww Beel we all will!”

You giggled and tilted your head slightly giving him the smile you usually reserved for Beel. He looked away just so he didn't eat you whole right then and there. Belphie had had enough time to get over his shock but not enough time to pick his jaw off the floor as you came and pinched his cheek.

“You like it Belph?”

“Yeah… You look nice!”

Is all Belphie could manage as he blushed bright red looking at anything but you. As sweet as all the boys were being you still didn't feel good cause you didn't see the one person you did all of this for; Mammon. You voiced your confusion.

“Where’s Mammon?”

“I sent him ahead so he could check everything was in order”

Lucifer mentioned behind you as he placed one hand on the small of your back leading you outside, he used the other to open the door while the other boys bickered over who would walk next to you and hold your hand just incase you fell. You felt a small disappointing tug but did your best to cover it with a smile as you all started to head out; you wanted to see Mammon. The bickering put a smile on your face that only actually reached your eyes when you saw Solomon and the Angels waiting outside by the gate. They were still talking when they turned around to greet you, though Solomon could not seem to form words as he looked at you.

Simeon laughed under his breath though even he had to admit that despite the natural beauty you seemed to hold all the time you were practically glowing like an angel as they saw you all walk out.

You were tucked into Lucifer’s side his cloak partially covering your own shoulders. He had noticed your shivering the minute you stepped out despite the cardigan. Usually the weather of Devildom was fine but you were usually in your uniform, the heavy and bulky clothing was fine, this was different. Lucifer did not in anyway mind, he hoped that tonights excursion may help you remember some of the earlier feelings you had for him. You on the other hand wished Mammon was here. He would complain so much while shrugging his own jacket off and would then force you to wear it. The thought made you smile brighter.

Solomon quickly pulled himself together as you held your arms out to hug him while Simeon greeted the others. You felt the warmth Solomon was emanating as he wrapped his arms around you, his lips lightly pressing to your cheek. You returned the favour before stepping away, though his touch still seemed to linger.

“Excited?” You asked

“Certainly! Even more so now that i've seen you… However I did have to ask what music have you told Lucifer about?”

His compliment made you blush but you quickly answered.

“Oh you'll see soon enough! You will save at least one dance for me right? … though it might be difficult with all the girls who will fawn over you”

You giggled at that. Solomon was quite popular among the ladies as much as he didn’t want to admit it and since some of your friends from RAD were joining you knew he would have his hands full. He blushed at that.

“It’s human music M/C! All the dances will be saved for you! Let’s show these demons what it means to dance and party in the human realm huh?”

“I can’t wait!”

After laughing it of you turned towards Simeon, his radiant and calm smile put my nerves at peace though I could only assume he would not approve of what I was doing here.

“Ah M/C you look absolutely beautiful as ever!”

“Aww Simeon you're too generous!”

“Not at all lamb especially when the comments are warranted. Wouldn't you agree Lucifer?”

“Absolutely Simeon! I would go as far to say as its still not enough”

You hid your face in your hands as the both of them laughed. Your poor heart could not take so many compliments. At the same time they were background noise for you because the main persons reaction you were waiting for was still not given.

You all started walking towards the club as it wasn’t a long walk. You, Solomon, Beel and Belphie were walking together, though he conversation was light and playful you could see the way Solomon kept looking your way with a gentle smile. For a minute guilt tugged at your heart when you met his grey eyes. They seemed so soft and warm as he blushed at looked away. Was it right to toy with his feeling like so? But at the same time he had made it very clear last time that he wasn't looking for a relationship… You were. As much as you were playing a fiery game with Mammon you knew that he would stick around despite the circumstances of where you both were from.

You tried not to sit on these thoughts as you walked instead looking at Beel who had snuck some food into his pockets and was slowly eating it hoping Lucifer doesn't catch him. You laughed along with the others and as you walked you also let yourself enjoy the night for what it was meant to be. A party with your friends!

As you guys reached the entrance of the club a familiar figure came into view. His white hair stood out in the darkness, the signature yellow jacket he always wore slightly rumpled but somehow still made him look good. Your heart skipped a beat as Mammon started coming into view. You suddenly felt shy… this was stupid, why would he like your outfit? Maybe he wouldn't even notice you wore his colours... you felt your heart drop at the thought; you really needed some liquor. Your feet slowed down so you were at the back of the group with Levi who started to tell you about his game.

You heard Mammon start to talk as he still hasn't seen you but when you heard him say your name you felt heart quiver and you regained some of your confidence.

“What took ya guys so long huh? I've been waiting here for ya forever, they said unless all of us came together they wouldn't let me in so i didn't check nothing So i don't know if they have done shit… Where’s M/C by the way? I don't see her nowhere!”

You smiled at the fact that the first thing he thought about was you and where you were. Your confidence was returning though you still felt timid so you lingered back. Lucifer went to talk to the demon in the front whereas you were pushed to the front by the others. You immediately blushed and tucked your hair behind your ear as Mammon finally laid his eyes on you.

“M/C! Whats all that bout huh? Hidi– M/C…”

Mammon’s brain went blank as he finally looked at you, the words dying on his lips. He even felt his mouth fall open slightly. You looked absolutely beautiful… His eyes roamed over the clothes that he did think were too short and low cut for his liking but right now his brain had not caught up with his body and he could not say anything as he continued to drink you in. The black skirt and yellow top with the touches of white across your entire body were doing things to him… well actually were making him want to do things to you. The gold highlights and touches that sparkled when some light hit them, the white straps of your bra… Fuck him!! His eyes took a full minute just drinking what you wore, not that you weren't beautiful in day to day life but for everyone this was the first time you had dressed up. If you did this everyday the boys would not be able to cope completely.

He finally let his eyes wander to your face.Your skin seemed to sparkle under the dim lights coming from the club. Lucifer had called out to everyone and while the group made their way Mammon continued to look at you. The smile you gave him had him weak in the knees but it was your eyes that had him dying. They reflected the purple lights of the club but honestly they seemed to be glowing with a light of their own. Mammon had never in his life seen something sparkle like this and he wanted nothing more than to look into them forever. But he also saw a gleam of mischief under that innocence, a mischief that looked like it would be big trouble for him… Maybe not in the way he was with Lucifer but something quite similar.

“M/C... I... You look–”

Mammon stumbled over his words actually he didn't have any… nothing in his vocabulary could aptly capture your image.

“Mammon, M/C You guys needed to hurry up!”

Mammon was startled out of his stupor by Asmo’s perturbed voice as you hid a small giggle behind your hand. You then looked at Mammon and smirked before starting to walk up. Mammon shook himself and hurried up after you. You both followed in behind Belphie who turned back to make sure you were there. Belphie grabbed your hand while being pulled in by all the people and you in turn grabbed Mammon’s. You felt the warmth emanating from his palm as he stumbled over his words.

“M/C whaddya doing? Oh... “

The sheer amount of people at the front showed him why you grabbed his hand. The small size of your palm compared to his made his stomach jump for some reason as you squeezed. As you finally passed the bustling entrance you could already feel the eyes of many demons wandering up and down your body. You felt a bit nervous noticing the cocky smirk some fo them threw your way and so did some of the others mainly Mammon. He watched how demons were looking at not just a human but a beautiful one at that. Mammon’s body bristled behind you as he squeezed your hand tighter. You lost focus though as familiar faces came into view and you heard your own name over all the chatter.

You saw the excited faces of some of your friends from RAD and slipping out of Belphie and Mammon’s grip you went up to greet them. Their excitement rubbing of on you and plus you wanted to give Mammon some space, a teasing glance here and there but otherwise you wanted him to come to you. So throwing a smile to the boys you urged them to go to the tables Diavolo had booked. Mammon growled under his breath as he saw your friends surround you. He didn't like the way they seemed so over friendly, throwing arms around your shoulder, some around your waist… It didn't matter if there were guys or girls. You were Mammons. The thought made him blush and so he hurried after his brothers.

After exchanging pleasantries and even catching one or two of the girls you were closer to up on the plan you had placed, you made your way to the boothes where all the boys seemed to be sitting and talking. Yes thats exactly why you come to a club, to sit and and talk you thought to yourself.

You reached the tables with a smile still present on your face. You turned to Diavolo who despite his usual poise looked amazing. His tan skin seemed to glow with excitement and he held his signature adorable smile, you never could take this man seriously when he smiled like that but you could also read the amusement on his face and you were sure it had something to do with making the brothers squirm. As nervous as that made you you still took his hand that he had held out to you. Lifting your hand up to his lips he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles before spinning you around. You laughed at that and twirled for him.

“M/C you are beautiful on any given day but you seemed to have transcended even that my dear you look absolutely gorgeous!”

“Oh god Diavolo! You flatter me but thats definitely not true”

You responded with a laugh thankful for the dim lighting of the club so the blush was not visible. None of the boys were having that though as they all chimed in with how beautiful you were. You tried to hid your face in your hands as Diavolo laughed at your expression. He then got up and pulled you in for a hug.

“No need to be modest dear, it’s the first thing the boys mentioned at seeing me.”

Diavolo whispered into your ear. You pulled away from the hug with a simple thank you before starting to take your jacket and bag off which Lucifer handed to someone who waiting on hand. It occurred to you looking at the tables that there wasn't anywhere for you to sit. Before the boys could jump and offer you their own seats an idea popped into your head and though you hadn't planned on making it so obvious you thought it wouldn't hurt and might move things along faster so instead of taking the boys up on their offer you moved Solomon’s hand and then as gracefully as you could manage you sat in his lap. The conversation between the group died at that. You peaked a glance at Mammon’s face and it took all your self control not to burst out laughing at that image. His face had turned bright red, you could see his sharp teeth poking out as he lowly growled. Though drowned out by the noise surrounding you it still made the hairs on your neck stand up and the excitement for what was about to come once again burned in your stomach. You looked around at all their faces innocently and then turning back you looked at Solomon’s Red and choked expression.

“I was problem solving though if you don't wan–”

Before you could finish the sentence Solomon had placed one hand of his on you hip the other on your waist. His confident and know-it-all grin returned as the colour of his eyes became darker.

“Not at all M/C,”

Solomon said this out loud for the others to listen to. Though the boys did not like the sight of you sitting in his lap and be all cozied up with him it doesn't seem like they have a choice. However there was one boy who was not going to take this sitting back.

“No, No, No, NO, NO, NO, NO – absolutely not M/C! Get up! Get up! Get up nowwww… If yer gonna sit in someone’s lap its gonna be mine. I am yer first man ya know that!!”

Before much else could be said by anyone, you were pulled from Solomon’s lap into Mammon’s as he grumbled and mumbled under his breath,

“Stupid human, going and getting me all bothered for no reason when she’s ma human and knows that…”

The mumbling continued as Mammon firmly wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder. Again it took all of your self control not to audibly awwwww at the big baby, instead you gave Solomon an apologetic smile as he returned yours with his own before leaning back against Mammon and getting comfortable.

Conversation resumed as someone passed you a drink. Despite Mammon sulking for a bit it was a fun time as you all laughed and joked about everything. Sometimes some of the boys would get up to get drinks again or would be on the dance floor though the more everyone drank the more the latter seemed preferable. You had had a couple of drinks so far and though you were drunk you could feel the light buzz as you had sat in Mammon’s lap. He himself also seemed to be more relaxed after the liquor. What you were waiting for was your music which so far had not made itself known. As nice as the Devildom music was all you could do was bop your head along with it, its not something you knew how to dance to. You remembered when you had finally got your actual phone and could listen to your own music and the way you danced. It was even liked by your friends so much so that you had taught them as well to dance.

The idle chatter continued when you finally heard the first few notes of your favourite song to dance to… at least the specific dance you had in mind. Your eyes met Solomon’s across the table and the smirk he had is all you needed. He got up for his seat and walking to you he held his hand out. Your excitement was now taking over every fibre of your being you took his hand and Solomon easily pulled you out of your seat. You threw Mammon a wink over your shoulder as he fumbled in his seat.

Mammon so desperately wanted to pull you back in his arms and he would have if it wasn’t for that stupid excited smile on your face, You seemed so happy to dance to the song that he didn’t have the heart to stop you. At the same time he didn't know the beat of the song and was worried he wouldn't be able to keep up. He resigned himself to just sitting and sipping his drink, letting his anger fester. His anger at the way Solomon and you had been interacting had been slowly growing and he already felt a bit out of control with his emotions after all the liquor and so to do this as not the best decision but what else could he do. He had remained uncharacteristically quiet throughout and that was because he had figured out what you had been up to this entire evening. Yes it had taken him time but as he thought about the colour of your clothes, the way you left teasing touches across his arms and face or the way you lingered on him but then turned your attention to the others; you wanted to make him jealous and as much as he hated it he also wanted to see how far would you go… would you able to push him into losing control like he was sure you would or would he be able to keep his cool?

The dance floor was starting to empty as people didn't know the song though your friends and some of the brothers remained. You smiled at them as Solomon finally turned you around and then pulled you into his body. His one leg spread yours as you both started to move you hips in time with each other. His hands came to wrap around your waist as he placed his head in the crook of your neck where he left the lightest of kisses. Your own head was resting on his shoulder as you looked at Mammon with half lidded eyes, a smirk on your features. You then rested your hands on Solomons as he caressed your body before the song picked up tempo and so did you.

You both danced in time to the beat, you would pull away only for Solomon to spin you right back into his arms. You hair flying around you as you twirled into his arms this time being face to face. You wrapped one arm around his neck as you moved your ass from side to side giving Mammon a good view of what he was missing. You pulled away from Solomon as you both first moved away from each other and then walked back towards each other. You felt Mammon’s eyes as well as everybody else is as you continued to dance; seems like you were putting on a show as you flipped your hair to one side. Your eyes remained on Mammon, and when you saw a crack appear in the glass he was holding you knew you were hitting on something.

Mammon was dying, he was hanging onto his sanity by a very small fucking thread as he watched Solomon touch and feel what was and is only his; his fucking human. Mammon could feel the grip on his glass strengthen but could not care less as his eyes remained on the sway of your hips as you moved them against Solomon’s. He wasn't just mad that you were doing this with someone else but that people were watching; he saw the way Beel’s eyes ran over the curve of your ass and chest as if eating you up in his mind; Mammon saw the way Lucifer’s eyes ran up your legs and thighs undressing you just like that; Satan was watching your face and the expressions you made only imagining the ways in which your face would contort in the bedroom. Mammon was very quickly loosing the thin thread of patience that usually for him was no problem. The liquor in no way helping. Solomons hands were now drifting further as he became more daring but when he placed them on your ass as he pulled you into him, his teeth dragging you bra strap so it fell of your shoulder... Mammon lost it! Mammon snapped and god forbid anyone stood in his way as he got up.

You licked your lips as your turned your back to him. Solomon was quick on his feet as he pulled you close again, Your back to him he interlocked your fingers and wrapped both your arms around you as he led you to sway the way he wanted to. He then took you one arm and twirled you to face him. He grabbed one side of your waist pulling it into his as again his knee came to be between your legs. You swayed your ass as you threw your head back. However you straightened up when you felt Solomon grab your ass and pull you into him, his teeth dragging your bra strap down.

Before you could pull away to tell him that was a step too far the shattering of glass was heard. You looked to see a blur of yellow, white and brown as Mammon appeared between you and the other white haired boy. Just from Mammon’s tense back you could tell that this was not going to end well but you didn't think he would do anything violent… I mean he wasn't his brothers… You exclaimed his name loudly when he shoved Solomon away from you. Solomon stumbled back shocked but before he or anyone could say or do anything you felt your world turn upside down as Mammon threw you over his shoulder…

Oh boii!

You heard the shouts of some of the other brothers, namely Lucifers as he told Mammon to calm down… It obviously did not work. You tried to get Mammon to at least put you down as you started to shout his name and beat at his back.

You realised that maybe… just maybe this was going to be dangerous but you felt the excitement and arousal finally properly unfurl in your core as you felt your body becoming hot. Mammon was already half way out the entrance by the time the brothers were out of their seats none of them a match for his speed. When the demons at the front blocked him all he had to do was growl out ‘Move’ and he was already out the club as the other brothers called out for him to calm down. You could hear Diavolo’s laugh as he told Lucifer to let it go. You were now getting dizzy as you tried to get Mammon to put you down. You were happy you succeeded in your overall mission of seeing him snap but your head was starting to spin. The feeling of his warm and large hands on your thighs kept you somewhat grounded but still. You beat at Mammon’s back,

“Mammon let me down now!!! Mammon… come on, let me down this is ridiculous you cant walk all the way back like this!”

A resounding smack was heard in the empty streets of Devildom as you registered the stinging sensation to your ass. The very one Mammon was going crazy over as he made his way quickly through the streets of Devildom. You tried again to get him to let you down but you yelped out as you felt two more, one on the other cheek and the next right in the middle. Despite your skirt you felt the heat of his palm as he then slowly caressed your ass. He waited a minute before once again smacking your sensitive behind. You yelped out at both the pain from the slap and arousal that grew in your stomach.

Fuck.

You gripped the back of Mammon’s jacket as his steps grew faster and more hurried. Occasionally he would smack you ass before gently rubbing it the feeling making heat pool at your core. Fuck fuck fuck. Your surroundings were becoming familiar as you heard the gate for the dorm open up. It finally sunk in what was going to happen now as you gulped. Mammon pushed the door open with his other shoulder and booked it up the steps to his room. Mammon again rubbed your ass, his hand slipping under the skirt and pushing it up… it wasn't like anyone would catch them. The moan you let out caused him to chuckle, he couldn't wait to pull more sounds out of you. When his hand came in contact with the bare skin of your cheeks he felt himself harden more if that was possible.

He opened the door kicking it closed behind him. You didn't get long to enjoy the steadiness of the ground or the stability as he let you slide down before Mammon gripped your face with one hand and roughly pressed his lips to yours. There was a harshness to his actions that you hadn't felt before and it was new and exciting as his tongue met with yours. They danced for dominance before he won. Your hands wrapped around his neck as he pulled one of your legs up around his waist the other around your waist. You felt his hard on pressed right into your pussy and the feeling made you quake, your legs shivering. Fuck!

You moaned into his mouth as he slapped your ass again before you pulled away to breathe. He continued down your neck and you groaned in pain and pleasure as your hands ran up into his hair tugging at it causing him to growl out as he pressed your back into the door. He bit more harshly into your neck definitely leaving marks, the thought was enough to cause wetness to pool in your panties. He finally pulled away and forced you to look into his eyes, you felt shy but the look in his eyes made you shudder. It was so intense, primal and possessive. You opened your mouth to say something,

“A single word out of yer mouth and i swear ill spank that ass raw M/C.”

To emphasise his point he squeezed your ass in one hand his lips going back to your neck as he continued,

“That was a really dangerous fucking game ya played there M/C ya know that? And why? all to make me jealous huh? All to see me lose control or didya like it huh? Didya like the way they all looked at ya, the way they all looked at whats mine huh? Didya like the eyes that followed ya or was it all to piss me off?”

His words along with his wandering hands made you wet and you could feel it in your panties as you moaned. One hand trailed up to grip one of your breasts the other slapping your ass as encouragement to respond,

“Wanted… wanted to make you jealous”

you groaned out, scratching at his back when he found a particularly sensitive spot,

“Ha why? So ya could see why they call me the second demon lord huh? Is that it? Ya wanted to make me snap huh? Well baby two can play at that game. Now I am not letting you out of this room until every fucking hole of yours is dripping with our cum and every inch of your body is covered in marks made by me… Time to show ya what you want.”

Ooooof that was long but anyway hope you guys like it!! keep an eye out for the next part and if you like this please share/ like and follow :)

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the leaders and i

[7 dorm leaders x reader]

@innerherringprunepickle asked: U-u-um m-may i-i h-have a r-r-request o-on a-all dorm leaders x fem shy reader who is scared, timid, insecure, coward but kindhearted, gentle, sweet, cute, empathy, understanding, doesn't look down on people's flaws and softspoken. Also, she doesn't have friends because of her timid and quiet nature and s/o is the MC who transport to this world. Pls.

okie! and just a heads up gais i’m sorry if i write really slow recently. i have a heckkk ton of requests (which i’m honestly so grateful for and y’all friggin made me cry aaaa) and i really wanna give you guys the best quality of my work and also things that really make you all happy. so please please please be patient with me! of course i have other things to do out of this blog too, but of course i’ll still try my best to update everyday. i hope you guys understand :))

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“SUMIMASEN.” you muttered quietly as you accidentally bumped into one of your seniors in savanaclaw. “tch, watch where you’re going. first year.” he scoffed. “you really gotta respect your seniors.” it’s not like you were bumping into him on purpose or anything. “i’m sorry senpai. it won’t happen again.” he cornered you in the hallway with all students crowded around you. it was too crowded no one saw what was happening. “oi. what the hell are you doing, dumbass?” you snapped your head up to see the one and only, dorm leader of savanaclaw, leona kingscholar. he was approaching the both of you and that’s when your senior moved away from you. “prefect leona..!” he gulped, sweat trickling down his forehead. “it was just a minor incident..!” leona growled. “you dare disrespect the newbie who can’t use magic? let alone a lady.” your senior did a perfect 90 degree bow and apologized. eventually he ran away, leaving you alone. you exhaled a sigh of relief. “kingscholar-senpai. thank you.”

“tch he’s just an idiot after all. ruining savanaclaw’s name.” he looked around at the now empty hallway. “where are your friends? not heading to class together?” you shook your head. “a-actually i don’t...really have any friends.” you muttered the last part. of course with leona’s careful ears he picked up what you said. “hah? is that so?” he sighed. “well if you have no one to go to class with, let’s just ditch and go somewhere.” you pouted. “i mean...i have no class right now...so why not?” you smiled. leona led the way and you just followed behind him. “king...kingscholar-senpai? where exactly are we going?” you spoke in a volume which was actually to soft to be heard. “i’m taking you somewhere you can just relax okay? no matter how much the owner’s a slimy bastard.” he muttered. you arrived in an odd looking place surrounded with different types of decor which resembled corals and sea shells. leona said it was called the mostro lounge. “ah! leona-kun! what a surprise! areee~is that newbie-chan?” you gulped and hesitantly took small steps to where octavnielle’s dorm leader, azul ashengrotto, was. leona noticed your discomfort and slung his arm around your shoulder. “just relax.”

“tsk, can’t shut up can you, slimy bastard?” the man in the glasses just chuckled at this. “why that’s a new nickname leona-kun. care for anything to drink? newbie-chan?” you cleared your throat. “it’s (y/n).” you spoke softly, which caused azul’s eyes widened. “so you do speak! and not to mention you have a lovely voice.” you just nervously chuckled. “thank you...i don’t get that a lot...” azul shook his head. “why someone with an alluring voice as your’s just makes me want to...” he trailed off and cleared his throat. “would you two like anything to order? or...are you here for a contract perhaps..?” leona just sighed. “can you get us water or something for now?” he snapped. “oh i’ll get those two to do it. i want to have a conversation with the both of you.” and that conversation was filled with azul and leona just bickering with each other. sometimes you had a small input but they could barely hear you. you hated this. just speak up me! of course you tried to. but it didn’t work. “what’s this? an informal dorm leader meeting?” you three snapped your head around to meet the dorm leader of heartslabyul, riddle rosehearts. “ah~riddle! here for that contract huh?”

“we leave that matter for next time.” he brushed azul off and noticed you sitting next to leona. “ah, you’re (y/n) aren’t you?” you nodded. “nice to meet you.” you smiled softly and spoke softly as well. how gentle, riddle thought to himself. “well then, what are you doing here if you’re not here for that matter.” azul questioned. “well originally i was. but seeing we have company...” riddle glared at leona “we can have that discussion for another time.” and so riddle joined the conversation between the three of you. it was better this time, considering he asked you more questions. you got more comfortable with riddle being there and you were able to say something when you got the chance. “yooo! i managed to leave class early. i-eh, wait where’s idia?” you noticed in the front door to the lounge, the dorm leader of scarabia, kalim al-asim. “he’s not here. obviously.” leona scoffed. “ehhhh, but he wanted to meet me here.” he pouted. “anyways what are you four talking about?” he bounced all the way to your table. “(y/n)-chan here was just telling us about her whole experience with that racoon dog...thing...” kalim laughed. “oh the cat that burnt my butt on the first day.” you giggled. “it doesn’t hurt though right? grim really said sorry for it.” kalim smiled and waved his hand. “no, no! of course not! ne, ne, (y/n)-chan, are you enjoying your stay so far?”

truth be told. you weren’t. ever since the first day up to today, you were dreading every moment of it. however, since leona stood up for you, azul was nice enough to get you both something, riddle opened conversations for you, kalim was so cheerful and asked you tons of questions, you started to like it here. you never knew the dorm leaders were so nice. “ever since today actually...yeah. i really do.” you smiled. all the dorm leaders felt as if their heart skip a beat. cute. “come now, epel-kun, we need to teach you the different arrays of table manners-huh.” vil schoenheit, the dorm leader of pomefiore stepped inside the lounge to see you and four other dorm leaders sitting in a table and smiling at each other. “oh my, was this a party i wasn’t invited to?” when vil saw you, he left rook and epel confused at a table alone and went straight to you. “oh my, darling, you have such silky hair. please tell me what product you use.” he took a strand of your hair and admired it.

you flinched a little and your face was bright red. “u-uhmm..just normal shampoo?” vil then started complimenting every single thing about you. even the things about yourself you thought were somehow off. you were now beginning to have a really good conversation with all of them. you were able to answer, ask, and even crack a joke or two when a chance came up. suddenly kalim’s phone rang. it was idia shroud, the dorm leader of ignihyde. “ah! idia! join us for a chat!” kalim put his phone on speaker mode. “n-nice to meet you...shroud senpai.” you spoke to the phone. “ah? are you the new girl?” you nodded but forgot he wasn’t there to see you. riddle took notice of this and chuckled at how cute you were. “yeah. i am.” with idia, the conversation continued all night long. you were starting to get drowsy and tomorrow was a school day. “oh my, it seems our dear (y/n)-chan is getting sleepy. why not we call it a day.” azul spoke. you were honestly thankful for him. you waved each and every one of them goodbye with a large grin plastered on your face. aren’t there seven dorms though....not six? you thought to yourself. you ignored that thought and started heading back to the ramshackle dorm.

“grim’s going to kill me for staying out too late without getting him any food.” you noticed a tall figure lingering in front of the dorm. he looked shocked to see you. “a human..?” he had horns. how odd. “aren’t you...malleus draconia?” he smirked. “you seem to know me. yet you don’t cower in fear. how odd.” he started walking away from the dorm as you entered through the gate. you missed a step however and almost fell face first into the dirt. however a green mist covered your body and helped you stand upright. “please be careful, (y/n). i’ll be seeing you around.” and with that, he left. how did he even know my name?!

you tossed and turned in bed that night. you glanced out the window. just like every other night. you wanted to go back home, to your own world. but today, after meaning the seven dorm leaders, you’re not so sure you still want that to happen.

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aaaaa im not too proud of this one ;-; i’m going to listen to some chill songs later to try and get inspiration hehe. have a good morning/night guys :))

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Bonus Chapter 7

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 20,116

Chapter Rating: PG-13...ish! Me being the very easily flustered writer that I am, I can tell you right now that no OVERLY graphic sexy things happen and there is a fade to black at the end, so it is all still fairly tame. But still, there is a lotta sexy innuendo and talk of sexy, ahem… ITEMS. Just wanted to drop a heads up since the rest of my story up to this point has been fairly PG for the most part, so didn’t want to blind side anyone!

FIRST CHAPTER || PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

"Baby, all I want for Christmas is you."

Rayne stumbled a bit as she pushed the double stroller along, blowing out an amused little pft through her teeth. "Please, please tell me he did not actually say that!"

I sighed, hanging my head as I kept stride next to her, "He did. When I asked him for gift ideas, those were his exact words."

Anna erupted into laughter beside me, gripping my arm for support. "Dear lord, have I ever mentioned what a friggin' cliché, cheesy cornball your man is?"

"Not to mention no help at all," I grumbled, crossing my arms. "This is like Lea's birthday all over again. I mean, I know the stuff he likes, but honestly... what do you get for the man that buys everything and anything he wants for himself the second he sees it?"

"Don't worry, pumpkin," Rayne reached over to pat a comforting hand to my shoulder. "We wander around here long enough, something's sure to jump out at us eventually!"

"I hope so," I grimaced, not feeling so confident myself as we pressed onward through the crowded mall. I'd just gotten off my morning shift at the Ice Palace not too long ago and was still in my uniform minus the hat. It seemed I wasn't the only one who had to do some last minute holiday shopping, for that was the exact reason my sister and best friend had met up with me here as soon as I'd clocked out. With Christmas only a week away however, Dusk Town Center was understandably packed nearly to bursting. Merchandise was all but flying off the shelves in every store. Even if by some miracle I did manage to find the perfect gift here today, with my luck it'd probably be completely out of stock and backordered for months.

Gah, I shouldn't have kept putting this off for so long! But I had been racking my brain for weeks now for what to get him and had come up with zilch. Still had zilch. Ugh…

Last-minute-panicked-impulse-shopping don't fail me now!

Anna suddenly gasped and stopped walking. I took a few more steps before I slowed as well, glancing back at her with one eyebrow quirked. Her eyes weren't focused on me however as a slow grin spread across her face. "...what if we took Lea's words literally?"

Rayne and I exchanged a quick look. She shrugged, seemingly just as in the dark as I was. As mall traffic kept flowing unperturbed around us, my gaze settled on Anna once more and I snorted with a shake of my head, "What, you mean just put me under the tree gift-wrapped with a bow for Christmas morning?"

"Something like that, Sis," she giggled, suddenly latching on to my arm once more but now with a surprisingly strong grip.

Uh-oh… that impish gleam in her eye was making me nervous...

"Oh-ho, I see where she's going with this," Rayne sniggered before shifting the stroller over to be in front of me instead. "Here, take this." I blinked, my fingers automatically closing around the handlebar. Then she had seized hold of my other arm.

Oh gosh, her devilish little smirk was making me really, really nervous…

The ladies nodded at each other in unison in some unspoken agreement then without warning took off sprinting. I gasped and tripped over my own two feet, but managed to stay up right as I was dragged along with them. The sea of people parted for the stroller bearing two laughing infants like they were a friggin' pair of tiny Moses and we had zero trouble getting through, making a beeline straight for-

My eyes widened, "Oh no."

"Oh yes!" Anna cackled, tightening her hold on my arm.

I futilely dug my heels in, trying to put on the brakes. "No, no, no!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Rayne answered in glee.

There was no use fighting it. This was happening. Like it or not, I had no choice but to charge headlong into a little shop known as…

...Esmeralda's Secrets.

I had just been forcibly manhandled into literal Underwear Hell. Everywhere as far as the eye could see, things were lacy… things were silky…

...things were fluffy.

Egads, the horror. The fluffy, fluffy, neon pink, leopard-printed utter horror.

I squeaked, squeezing my eyes closed and burying my face into my hands. I was almost surprised my palms didn't burn from how badly my cheeks were roasting.

I heard a chuckle from Rayne as I felt her trying to gently pry my fingers away from my eyes. "Don't play coy, sweetie, we're all grown-ups here! You act like you've never been in an adult happy fun-time store to buy some lingerie before!"

"Maybe because I haven't!" I dropped my hands to fix her with a hard stare. Instead, the recipient of my said stare turned out to be a mannequin in something skimpy, leathery and with far too many buckles. "Oh dear," I muttered, somehow managing to blush even harder as I looked away and held a hand up to block my line of sight to it.

"Really, Sis? You've never been in one of these places? Not ever, not even once?" Anna snerked, shaking her head. The sheer disbelief coloring her voice led me to believe that she had been in this type of store before. This was not a realization I was comfortable with. "But you're so…" she whistled, winking one eye shut as her hands traced an hour-glass figure in the air before me. "...and Lea's so…" now she trilled her tongue against the roof of her mouth, eyebrows bouncing as she mimed pouncing with curled, wriggling fingers. "...ya know what I mean?"

...was it sad that I did in fact know exactly what she meant?

Scrunching my eyes shut as I pressed my fingers between my eyebrows, I puffed out a low sigh. Then, rather awkwardly (scratch that... very, very awkwardly), I explained, "...while it's… true that we're quite, er… active in that, hrm… department… we, uh… r-rather, that is to say, lingerie is a particular… bedroom... adventure we've yet to have as of, um… as of yet."

I couldn't believe this was actually a conversation I was having with my baby sister.

She brightened. "Well then thank your lucky stars cuz I've just handed you the perfect Christmas present on a silver platter! You're welcome!"

I tipped my head to one side with a dubious frown. "...really?" Plucking a hanger bearing an intricate, ruffled bra from a nearby rack, I wrinkled my nose at it before putting it back. "Doesn't seem like it'd be the most meaningful, heartfelt gift…"

"Please!" Rayne batted a hand through the air with a snort. "It's not like it's an anniversary or anything, it's Christmas - a consumer holiday glorified by the big corporations to weasel as much munny as they can outta us! Not every gift has to be thoughtful and profound, you're allowed to just have a lil fun with it sometimes!"

"Still… I don't know…" I said slowly as my gaze wandered against my will towards a nearby case filled with… ah, hm… shall we say, recreational items? I quickly averted my eyes.

"How 'bout we just peruse a bit, 'kay? No harm in that!" Rayne grinned as she steered the stroller further into the store.

"Yeah, Sis, just let us peruse!" Anna beamed as she linked her arm in mine once more and tugged me into a stumbling walk.

I pressed my lips together into a thin line and said nothing as I let her guide me along. I mean, did I even have a choice? Really? Maybe the sooner I stopped arguing, the sooner we could get this whole embarrassing ordeal over with and leave.

As I let my eyes idly drift from one frilly garment to the next, I did have to begrudgingly concede that Anna and Rayne might actually be onto something here with the lingerie idea. Don't get me wrong, Lea had never made me feel pressured to, er… "dress up" for the occasion or anything like that. It was never even really a conversation we'd ever had, so honestly it wasn't something I'd particularly given much thought to before this very moment. That said, I could hardly see him being exactly opposed to the idea either. Far from it, in fact…

Thus why it might just make the perfect Christmas surprise.

Anna abruptly pulled us to an unexpected stop in front of another customer, drooping her eyelids at the individual as she informed him, "You know that'd be more of a Christmas gift for you than for her, right?"

The gentleman in question paled, choking back a startled, "Huh?" and looking rather guilty as he stood there with the sheer, sparkly spaghetti-strapped thong dangling from his fingers that'd he'd been mulling over.

Rayne stepped up beside us, parking her stroller with it aimed directly at the guy as she deadpanned, "For shame! My babies judge you!"

He blinked, glancing down at the infants. Cayde and Aria squealed and burbled back. Turning bright red and dropping the underwear, he made a hasty retreat out of the shop.

"Haha, yes! That was too fun, Ray-Ray!" Anna snickered, giving her a high five. As I pinched the bridge of my nose with a tiny shake of my head, Anna asked, "What?"

I grumbled, "Being in a lingerie store by myself would be mortifying enough, but it's just now dawning on me how utterly ridiculous it is that I'm in here with my sister and a mom who brought her two babies."

"Psh, they're fine with it," Rayne brushed off, redirecting her gaze to someone nearby who seemed to work here. "Excuse me, Miss, you're fine with my tots being here, right?"

The woman turned to face us with a warm smile. She had long, wavy raven hair, eyes as green and sparkly as emeralds, and the kind of figure that would probably be pictured in a dictionary next to the word "voluptuous." In short, exactly the kind person any boss who ran a lingerie store would be positively thrilled to hire as an employee. She hummed a soft laugh as she waved a finger in greeting to the twins, "Of course! I actually have a kid of my own back home… Djali looks to be just about their age, maybe a few months older. Anyway, I completely understand and have no problem at all with you bringing them in here."

"Told ya," Rayne smugly razzed her tongue in victory at me.

And this prime example of maturity was a parent, folks.

Rolling my eyes but fighting a grin, I then glimpsed the worker's name tag and furrowed my brow. "Wait… you're Esmeralda?" I blinked a couple times. "...that's not just a fancy name they put on the store sign?"

"Nope! I own and operate this lil business," the woman smiled proudly now.

"Well then, Esmeralda, I hafta ask…" one corner of Anna's lips turned up as she leaned to whisper conspiratorially, "What's your secret?"

A little snort escaped her nose before she gestured back towards the front of the store, "Not letting creeps like that get to me."

Looking out the shop windows back into the mall proper, we now all spotted a rather sinister-looking old man standing out there who seemed to be… protesting? He was holding up a sign aimed directly at this little boutique bearing in big, bold letters the words (and I kid you not): SINNERS, REPENT. Other mall shoppers were giving the man a wide berth as he just stood there a few feet away from the entrance into here, glaring. Gosh, how had we not seen him on our way in? Maybe he'd arrived after us.

"Ugh," Rayne scrunched up her nose in distaste at the sight of the man. "What's ol' Skeezy McSkeezerson's problem?"

"He's just some religious nutjob who thinks my little," up came her fingers to provide air quotes, "den of iniquity here is ruining the wholesome, family friendliness of the mall. Ignore Frollo, he's harmless."

Anna raised an eyebrow, "You're chummy enough with that gnarly bag of bones to know his name?"

Chuckling, Esmeralda shrugged, "Kind of hard not to know it, what with him harassing me every morning when I come to open shop and every night when I lock up. Luckily, he's not brave enough to follow me inside, probably too afraid he'll fall victim all this sin and debauchery hanging on the racks. This place is my sanctuary," she glanced around with a contented sigh. Then she clapped her hands together once, flashing her best customer service smile now. "But that's enough talk about that! Is there anything I can help you lovely ladies out with today?"

"Perhaps you can assist my beautiful bestie here by helping her pick out some sexy underwear for her to show off to her man," Rayne beamed, slinging an arm around my shoulders. "You'll hafta forgive her, she's a tad clueless cuz she's a bit of a lingerie virgin."

"Hmmmmm," Esmeralda slowly circled me as she tapped a curled finger to chin. I felt a heat rising to my face once again under such scrutiny and I began fidgeting with my braid. "...yes, I can already picture a few of my items that could suit you perfectly. But first, tell me a little about your beau - do you think he could handle being subjected to some of our more…" she paused, a sly little gleam flitting across her eyes now as she smirked, "...risqué outfits?"

Forget him, I don't think I could handle being subjected to some of their more risqué outfits!

Before I could respond however, Anna chimed in with, "Oh don't worry, Lea can handle them! Trust me, he's as red blooded and virile as they come!"

"Anna!" I gasped, horrified as I strangled my braid harder.

She gave my shoulder a light, playful shove, "C'mon, Sis, you think I can't friggin' hear you two going at it whenever I spend the night on your living room couch?"

I nearly tore my braid straight out of my scalp.

Face? What face? No, I no longer had one and in its place now was nothing but a raging inferno.

"I- He- We- Tha-" I spluttered and stammered, unable to complete a coherent thought, much less sentence.

"Aw, I think you broke her," Rayne cooed with a little giggle, patting me on the head.

Esmeralda had already set to work, drifting from one rack to the next, seemingly knowing exactly where to find each thing she was looking for as she quickly and efficiently riffled through the garments, plucking up hangers here and there to toss over her arm before moving to the next one. Before long, she'd returned to stand in front of me with an assortment of delicates neatly stacked in the crook of her elbow. "I've picked out a few options for you for starters, just let me know if you see any you'd like to try on." With that, she held up the first one.

...I did not understand what I was even looking at here. Like, at all. Was she holding it upside down?

Though I made no comment, my expression must have told her everything. "Alright, not your cup of tea. Moving along," she smiled good-humoredly as she set that one aside and lifted up another one for me to look at.

Good lord, was that supposed to be lingerie or a net? The thing was more holes than fabric. Just how many limbs did they think I had?

Tucking that one away as well, she laughed, "Take it that one's a no too. Don't worry, I have a good feeling about this next one." She showed it to me and…

...actually? It wasn't too distressing.

No, it was actually a rather classy and tasteful kind of sexy, with its silk and its hint of lace and its overbust corset in a deep, rich blue.

I hesitated with a thoughtful frown before reaching a hand out to gingerly take it from her. Cheeks still simmering away, I pursed my lips to one side as I considered it for a few seconds longer, then mumbled, "You said something about being able to try them on?"

Esmeralda smiled brightly. "Follow me, I'll take you to a fitting room."

As she started leading me towards the back, I was suddenly halted in my tracks when I heard, "Sis! Sis!" My eyebrows knit together as I turned my head towards Anna's voice. I spotted her over by one of the wall shelves, holding something up high over her head and waving it about with an almost manic glee as Rayne smothered snickers into her hand beside her. "You should get this for Lea too!"

It took me a second to realize what it was she had in her hand, but when I did, every last drop of blood in my body came hurtling up into my face.

"No!" I shouted across the store. "No way! I am not buying that!"

I bought it.

But only because Anna wouldn't stop pestering me about the stupid thing until I did.

I hadn't been able to bring myself to gift-wrap it with the lingerie that I'd also ended up purchasing. Heck, I'd barely been able to bring myself to wrap the lingerie itself, but what exactly else could I have done? Surprised him with it by just walking into the bedroom wearing it? Please, as if I could ever be so bold - I'd practically burst into flames from all the blushing I'd been doing just wrapping the dang thing. As for the other thing, I'd just panicked and hid it away wedged between the bedframe and underside of our mattress for the time being until I could figure out something else to do with it.

Thankfully, I'd also managed to come up with a second gift to give Lea. In a sudden surge of inspiration out of the blue, I'd gotten the idea to get him a vintage movie reel projector. I could just picture him getting all excited about collecting all of his cheesy classics he loved so much in their original format so we could watch them "the way they were meant to be watched" or something like that. Finding one used online hadn't been all that difficult or expensive, not to mention thank goodness for overnight shipping! The device itself was big but not all that heavy, almost shockingly so - I'd easily been able to lug it around myself for getting it all wrapped and whatnot.

So there my two presents sat in the living room as Christmas Eve dawned, beneath a tiny yet festively decorated tree that we had to constantly keep Marshmallow from trying to eat. It was hard to blame the giant fuzzball though really - now almost fully grown, Marshmallow was bigger than the dinky little pine so was it any real wonder that he seemed to consider it his new favorite chew toy?

In any case, me getting Lea more than one gift seemed to have worked out for the best as it hadn't slipped my notice that he'd also gotten me a couple things that were currently nestled there at the base of that tree. Our small cluster of presents were really only there for the sake of appearances at the moment. We weren't going to be here on Christmas day itself. We were in fact just a few minutes away from hitting the road to spend the holidays in my family's sizable cabin tucked away up in the snowy mountains surrounding Arendelle. Luckily, the only actual relatives that would be there were Anna and Saïx, with the rest of the guest rooms being filled out by a handful of our friends we'd invited to join us for the holidays. In any case, all we had left to do before we departed was finish getting dressed, wrap up packing with a few last minute supplies, toss the presents into the car trunk, wrangle Marshmallow into the backseat and then we'd be off.

Thus my mild surprise when just as I'd finish rinsing my dish from breakfast, I felt Lea wrapping his arms around my waist to hug me from behind as he nuzzled my neck and whispered, "Hey, how 'bout we each open up one of our presents a day early? It'll be fun, whaddya say?"

I glanced over my shoulder at him and he flashed me a cheeky little grin. I blinked a couple times, then peeked over towards our teeny tree in the living room. More specifically, at the gifts beneath it. At one gift in particular.

You know… that gift.

I hastily averted my gaze, feeling my cheeks warm.

Drat, had he noticed which one my eyes had zeroed in on?

Clearing my throat as I set the dish in the drying rack, I asked casually, "Do we really have the time? We're already running a bit behind, we should've been on the highway ten minutes ago."

"We're already late, what's a few extra measly minutes?"

I tried again, "But today? Right now? ...it's not even Christmas yet."

"Pfft, what, like the holiday police are gonna bust us for bending the rules a lil?" he chuckled low as he gave my ear a playful nip before pulling away, spinning me around to face him. "Misbehave, live a lil! Being bad never felt so good! 'Sides, I'm just dying to know whatcha got me. C'mon, it's just one present each, we'll still have others to rip open on jolly ol' Saint Nick's Day tomorrow."

I had to resist the urge to look at that gift again.

Damn it, girl, be cool.

Instead, I smiled and relented with a small sigh, "Alright, fine. Only one though, got it?"

"Course!" he beamed, before gesturing a hand towards the living room with a slight bow of his head. "Ladies first."

I walked past him, exiting the kitchen and approaching where our tree stood guard over its little horde of presents. I considered them for a few seconds before picking out a bright red, flat-ish one decorated in nutcracker soldier printed gift wrap. Then I moved to the couch, making room by easing Marshmallow over a bit where he laid conked out in a deep sleep (on his back and with his tongue lolled out) before I took a seat on the middle cushion.

As I watched Lea approach the pile of gifts now to pick one out for himself, I couldn't help a small twitch as I suddenly began to regret every poor life choice I'd made that'd led up to me buying that stupid lingerie. I mean, seriously, what had I been thinking when I'd let Rayne and Anna talk me into getting that silly thing? What would I even possibly say when Lea unwrapped it? How would I- no, shush, relax, Elsa, it'll all be fine. Lea probably wasn't even going to pick that one. He was probably more curious about whatever the bigger, flashier-looking one could be - it was probably the whole reason he'd even suggested opening a couple right now. Yeah, that had to be it! There was no way he could be interested the measly, smaller, less fancy looking pres-

Fudge, he'd picked the lingerie.

Jerk probably had caught me staring at it.

"Are you sure that's the one you want to open now?" I blurted out before my mind could catch up. Noting the slight tremor to my voice, I cleared my throat and gave a tiny nervous laugh, my fingers absently picking at the tape on my own present. "The other one's bigger. Clunkier, you might even say. Could be a lot of work hauling it all the way up to the cabin, then hauling it all the way back. Maybe it'd be better if you just opened that one here instead."

"Nah, I don't mind lugging it back and forth," he laughed as he plopped down onto the sofa on my other side opposite of Marshmallow, settling the abomination that was my gift into his lap. "I could use the workout anyhow! This glorious physique don't just happen on its own, ya know!" he grinned, flexing one arm and kissing his bicep.

I gave a soft snort. "True, I suppose you have to burn off all that ice cream you consume by the gallon somehow," I poked a gentle fingertip to his belly.

"Hey now, maybe I wouldn't eat so much o' the crap if the girl working at the Ice Palace weren't such a cutie," he leaned towards me with a wink.

"Oh-ho, no," I waggled a finger in his face. "You were a sugar junkie long before I got a job there, so don't even try to blame your sweet tooth on me."

He smirked. "Who said I was talking 'bout you?"

I smacked him in the face with one of the couch's throw pillows.

"I mean, obviously I was talking 'bout you, babe!" He reached over to tweak my nose, "You're the cutest chick who works there, no contest! ...literally, cuz you're the only chick who works there, so that's not even really saying mu-"

I whacked him with the pillow again.

"I kid, I kid, c'mon, you know I think you're the most gorgeous creature in all of creation! Gimme that thing before you fluffily bludgeon me to death," he snerked, confiscating the cushion from me and tucking it away between the armrest and his hip before nudging my shoulder with his. "Now go on, open up my present to ya already!"

With a tiny shake of my head at him, I redirected my focus to the nicely wrapped gift in my lap and began carefully removing the tape. Once I'd made enough of an opening, I liberated a thin box from within. Raising an eyebrow, I lifted the lid off to discover two long, green slips of sturdy paper inside decorated with a logo on one half and lots of teeny printed text filling the rest of it. I picked them up with a little frown, squinting as I read them, then gasped and shot up to my feet, the box tumbling out of my lap down to the carpet. "How?! How did you manage to get tickets?! This musical has been sold out for months!"

"I have my ways," he sighed smugly, slouching down more comfortably into the sofa cushion. "We should be able to squeeze it in before the end of winter break, so figured we could take in the show, spend a few days in the big apple, make a whole trip outta it, ya know?"

"That… that sounds amazing, that-" I cut myself off, suddenly at a loss for words. Broadway was currently running my favorite musical - the one that song was from that I'd chosen to audition with for our community theater's Wicked tryouts. I'd been dying to go and Lea knew that, but tickets had been impossible to get. Not so for him, it seemed. I hastily sat back down, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking him over to me to kiss him thoroughly. Smiling against his lips, I then drew back just enough to whisper, "Thank you… this means a lot to me."

"Don't mention it," he murmured back, gaze hooded as he nudged the tip of my nose with his. Then he pulled away, eyes lighting up a bit as he eagerly rubbed his hands together over his own present now. "Alright, my turn!"

I paled, heart all but flatlining in my chest. Crud, I'd completely forgotten. Here Lea had picked out something super sweet and thoughtful for me, and what had I gotten him in return?

Underwear.

Nay, not just underwear.

Friggin' frilly underwear.

"No!" I yelped, lunging for it just as he'd ripped some of the wrapping paper off one corner. Managing to snatch it out of his hands, I scrambled to stand and get it away from him. He stared blankly at me, one eyebrow quirked. Eyes darting wildly about, I said, "No, this… you don't want to open this one! This one's, er…" I hid it behind my back, biting my bottom lip, "...it's nothing really, it's- you know what? Let's get you the other one! Yes, that's the one you want, and this one you can open, er… never? Yeah, let's say never! In fact, let's just completely forget this one ever existed and I'll go get you the other-"

Just as I'd turned to make my way back over to the tree, Lea snaked one arm out and snagged the gift back with a chipper little, "Yoink!"

"Hey!" I tried to steal it back from him, but he'd stood up to his full height, holding it high above his head where it was easily out of my reach.

Curse him, his stupid tall self and his stupid, stupid long arms!

He chuckled as he pressed a quick peck to my forehead, "Now I know this is for sure the one I wanna open. With you getting all flustered over it, whatever it is has gotta be good!"

"But-"

"Ah-ah!" his finger booped me on the nose before he plonked back down into his seat on the couch. "Ya know it only makes me wanna open it more the harder you fight it, right? Just let it go, El, it's happening."

My lips pinched sourly before I huffed and sat down as well. I grabbed another throw pillow and hugged it tightly to my chest, burying my face in it just enough for me to peek out anxiously over the top.

Alright, fine. Let's get this impending trainwreck over with.

But I swear, this is the last time I listen to any advice Anna and Rayne give me ever again.

I tried not to flinch with each little tear he made in the gift wrap, the cartoony frolicking reindeers and elves printed on it seeming so deceptively innocent now when you considered what scandalous secrets lay hidden beneath them. All too soon, he was balling up the tattered remains and tossing them over his shoulder before opening the box, shifting the neatly folded tissue paper within aside and-

His whole body went still. Then he blinked once. Then twice. "Huh," was all he said at first. Then with a bemused little upward curve to one corner of his lips, he was delicately lifting the lingerie up out of the box in all its salacious glory. "...babe, I'm flattered, but blue's not really my color."

...oh god, the big clueless dope thought I'd given it to him as a joke for him to wear. He didn't realize-

Fudge, now I had to spell it out for him.

Having to wonder how my brain was not melting straight out of my ears at this point what with how badly my face was broiling, I set the pillow aside, folded my hands in my lap, sat up a little straighter and opened my mouth. Then swiftly snapped it back shut, cheeks cranking up the heat even further.

How… do I even put this?

Taking a deep breath, I tried again, "But it is… my color..."

He dropped the garment, eyes growing round and expression slack. "Oh." A pause. Then, "Oh, so you'd be the one who'd- oh." Picking it up again, a huge, lopsided grin spread across his suddenly rather flushed face as he eyed it in a whole new light now. "...oh, I see."

Fingers strangling the life out of each other in my lap, I looked away as I went on, "I know it's not as nice or as… sincere as your gift to me was, but I promise my other present is much better and-"

"No, no, none of that now, it's- I- this is-" Apparently struggling to find the right words to do justice to what he wanted to say, he instead settled for schooling his expression to be almost comically stoic as he gave big, emphatic nods with a thumbs up that then shifted into forming an O with his thumb and forefinger, signaling his approval.

I perked up a little uncertainly. "...you mean you like it? Really?"

"Oh yeah, trust me, I like it… really, really like it." Lea then cleared his throat, knee bouncing up and down as his fingers idly traced back and forth over the lace embroidered into the silky fabric. "Sooooo, heh… when do we take this baby out for its first test spin? ...now? Or say, I dunno, uh…" he shrugged, clearly trying (and failing) not to sound too eager as he repeated, "now?"

Down, boy.

I bit back a tiny smile. "No, now we should be on the road and making our way towards the cabin," I said as I rose to my feet to head towards the bedroom, snatching the lingerie from his grasp as I moved past him.

"Hey!" He vaulted himself over the backrest of the couch in the flash, hot on my heels. "That's mine!"

Crossing my arms as I spun around to face him, I said, "Yes, but I'm simply taking it to pack it with my things so we have it for the trip."

"Oh." Lea was grinning so big again now, it crinkled his guyliner. "I'll allow this."

"How very magnanimous of you," I snorted, turning to continue my journey to the bedroom once more. "I'm going to go finish packing and getting dressed, while you-" Just as I'd stepped through the door, I glanced back to discover he'd followed me in here. "...just where do you think you're going?"

He hunched down to my eye level, eyebrows bouncing over his half-lidded gaze. "To help ya get dressed, of course."

"Uh-uh. No," I planted a hand firmly to his chest, forcing him to walk in reverse and back out of the room. "I know that look. We don't have time for that look, we're late enough as it is. You stay out here, clean up the trashed wrapping paper, and get the rest of the gifts and Marshmallow out to the car."

"Aw c'mon, El, ya gotta lemme in there so I can help you," he insisted.

I gave him a flat look. "...do I? Do I really? Enlighten me then, please… why do I 'gotta' let you in here?"

"Er… cuz I'm a charming, lovable scamp with devilish good looks that you just can't say no to?"

I drooped my eyelids at him. Then I shut the door in his face, locking it for good measure.

Charm your way through that, scamp.

My cheeks puffed as I blew out a long breath, taking a second to fan my still very heated face with my hands. I then crossed the room, tossing Lea's gift next to where my almost fully packed suitcase laid open atop the bed. I set to work grabbing whatever else I needed - things like my charger and whatnot - and stuffed them into my travel case.

I then paused in a brief moment of indecision before sighing, rolling my eyes, and sticking my hand under the mattress to retrieve the other thing that Anna had made me buy from Esmeralda's Secrets. I frowned at it, then turned and held it up as I asked, "What do you think? Should I take it along?"

Bruni blinked back at me from inside his terrarium, cocking his head. Then can you guess what the little salamander did next? Go on, take a wild guess.

If your answer involved his tongue, his eyeball, and/or the swiping of said tongue over said eyeball, then you'd be correct.

I snorted. "You know, we really need to get you some new talking points as I feel you've pretty much said all you can say with that one at this point," I told him as I double checked he had enough food in there with him to keep him amply fed while we were gone. Then I gave the thing in my grip one final glance with a tiny shake of my head before tucking it away inside my luggage, burying it deep beneath several layers of clothing. Chances were good it'd never see the light of day, but why not bring it just in case? I mean, the lingerie had been such a hit and we hadn't even gotten to the fun part with it yet. I could imagine this thing would probably be met with equally rave reviews from Lea as well, should I muster up the courage to actually bring it out.

Now all I needed to do was pack the lingerie, get dressed, and go. I picked it up, dangling it before me as I considered it for a moment. My lips pursed to one side.

...an idea was beginning to take form in my mind.

A little wicked one.

A supremely stupid one.

One that was only asking for trouble.

Honestly, I don't know what possessed me to do it.

But I did it anyway.

"Everyone else is there already. I can't believe we're actually going to be the last ones to arrive," I muttered, narrowing my eyes at the text message from Anna on my phone.

"Bah, don't sweat it," Lea chuckled as he sped his car down the highway. We'd been on it for about twenty minutes now. He glanced over at me, tipping his aviators down just enough to wink over the rim, "Just means they'll have our hot cocoa ready and waiting for us in a couple o' steaming mugs by the time we get there."

My throat gave a small, noncommittal hmph. "Just be glad Anna's insisting on saving the master bedroom for us instead of calling dibs on it for her and Kristoff," I told him, pocketing my phone once more. Then I said, "I still think it was silly of Saïx to drive out ahead of us on his own instead of carpooling with us. He would've been able to sleep on the ride over."

He flicked on his blinker as our lane began to merge with the next one over. "Think he plans to bail on our lil holiday bonanza a day or two earlier than the rest of us. 'Sides, pretty sure he wasn't too keen on the idea of being the overstuffed fleabag's snuggle buddy on the whole drive over," he sniggered as he stretched a hand behind him into the backseat without looking to give Marshmallow a couple of affectionate pats to the head. "Hey!" he quickly snatched the hand back when his love was reciprocated with tooth hugs.

"Well then, his loss." I grinned as I twisted around in my seat to give the dog scritches under the chin, cooing, "Isn't that right, Marshmallow?"

Did that sound like an invitation to come sit in my lap? Because apparently to Marshmallow, it did. In the blink of an eye, he'd excitedly squeezed his way through the space between our two front seats to crush me under the mountain of white fluff that was him, tail thumping away at a mile a minute against the dash. Quite a feat considering there was barely enough space in the car seat to accommodate the colossal canine alone, much less the both of us. To this day, I'm still not quite sure how Marshmallow had managed to wedge himself up here with me.

After much cackling from Lea and wheezed coaxing from me, Marshmallow was finally persuaded a few minutes later to clamber back into the backseat once more, though not without a healthy dose of whining and puppy-dog pouting. Able to breathe again, I inhaled deeply as I began to straighten myself back out - the assault of doggy cuddles had left me in a bit of a disarray. I swept the few stray pale tendrils of my hair that had escaped back into my bun, smoothed the rumples out of my off the shoulder button-up blouse, and-

"Holy shit, is that... Under your clothes, you're already wearing it?!" Lea fumbled with his shades, perching them atop his head as his suddenly wide-eyed stare was now in a tug-of-war between my leg and watching the road.

With a start, I glanced down to discover that Marshmallow's little snuggle ambush had caused my knee-length skirt with a side-slit to ride up a bit, revealing the lacy garter (complete with a little blue bow) wrapped around my thigh that was holding up my black sheer stockings. Blushing furiously, I hastily jerked the hem of my skirt back down to hide it again and awkwardly avoided his gaze as I crossed my legs, mumbling, "...maybe."

Yes.

I was already wearing it.

"It" being the lingerie.

Which, by the way if you hadn't guessed by now, was the supremely stupid thing I'd decided to do.

Lea said nothing, just continued to gawk at me.

Gosh, if my cheeks burned any brighter, Santa would be asking me to guide his sleigh tonight instead of Rudolph.

Talk. I needed to talk. To fill this silence that was making me fidget restlessly under his gaze. Go on, mouth, just move and make with the words already. Any words. "...it's... actually rather comfortable." ...okay? "The lingerie, that is." Oh good. Thanks for clarifying the obvious. "Wouldn't think it would be. Would've thought it'd be more designed in favor of being, ah… aesthetically pleasing at the expense of comfort." Oh dear, where was I going with this? "I mean, I tried it on before buying it. Of course I did, it'd be silly not to at least make sure it- but, you know, I only had it on for a grand total of a minute in the fitting room, not really long enough to tell if- but now that I've had it on for an, er… extended period, I can say that it's, uh… it's quite comfortable. The silk is real nice, real… smooth against the skin." I take it back. Stop talking. Stop talking this instant. "Fits like a glove, as the saying goes, not… tight or restricting at all like I'd imagined it might be. The whole thing's really quite flexible with a plenty of give, actually…" Your license to speak has been revoked, mouth, you hear me? Zip it! "I shouldn't have any problems bending or twisting into any sort of posi-"

The car beside us suddenly blared its horn - apparently Lea had been a little too preoccupied by my line of discussion and in his distraction had begun to accidentally drift into the next lane over. "Fuck," he hissed, swerving us back into our proper lane. Clearing his throat as he shot the other vehicle a quick, apologetic wave, he told me, "Love, I'm dying to hear the end of that sentence, trust me, I'm highly invested at this point, but we're gonna hafta put a pin in it and circle back round to it later cuz this is a dangerous conversation to be having with a man while he's driving."

You heard the man, mouth. Friggin' cram it.

Pressing my lips firmly together, I tugged at the hem of my skirt again and gave a single curt nod, making no further comment.

We drove in silence for a minute as the trees of the forest around us blurred past our windows. Lea's eyes kept flicking to me out of the corner of his peripheral. He coughed into his fist and vigorously ruffled his fingers through his hair before returning his grip to the wheel. His knee began to jiggle up and down. Then, "Hey, uh… how 'bout we make a pit stop somewhere?"

I glanced towards him, my head tipping to one side. "A pit stop?"

"Yeah, so we can, ya know... stretch our legs… and other things," he wickedly smirked as he reached over the center console for my hand and brought it up to his lips, bouncing his eyebrows at me over my knuckles as he pressed a kiss to them.

A noise that was half laugh, half scoff escaped me. "There's not another rest stop for miles."

He shrugged. "I'm not picky. I'm sure a nice thicket could do in a pinch."

I gave him a flat look. "...a thicket? Really?"

"What? I'll make sure it's a romantic one! A classy one!"

"And how, pray tell, do you make a thicket classy?" I crossed my arms under my chest, arching an eyebrow at him.

"By keeping our pinkies raised the whole time!" Lea beamed, holding one hand up and wiggling his little finger.

Snorting, I shook my head. "No stops until we get there, understood?"

A harsh little huff emitted from his throat, "Fine." Then his foot pressed down harder on the gas and the engine thrummed louder as we started passing the other cars more quickly.

I hummed a soft laugh, "Oh sure, now you're in a hurry to get there."

"Well yeah! Ya said it yourself: we're late. Just trynta make up for lost time!" One corner of his lips quirked up as he added, "'Sides, the sooner we get there, the sooner I can unwrap my present."

"You know you're not allowed to open the other one until tomorrow morning," I tutted.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," he not so subtly eyed me up and down, leaving zero doubt as to exactly what he meant.

Suppressing the urge to squirm, my hands swiped the nonexistent wrinkles out of my skirt as I dropped a casual, "Goodness, all this fuss and you haven't even seen part two of your gift yet."

He shot me a double-take. "Jesus Christ, there's a part two?!"

I'm with him, there's a part two?! Mouth, what are you even-

...oh dear, I was talking about the thing tucked away in my luggage between my dresses and my nightgown, wasn't I?

Damn Anna to the bloody ninth circle of hell for ever making me buy that infernal thing!

Alright, mouth, we can still get out of this. Remember the three B's: backtrack, backtrack, backtrack! Just go on and work your magic.

"Guess you'll just have to wait until later tonight to find out."

...mouth, you're fired.

Lea gave a low whistle and grinned big. "Somebody musta told Santa that I've been a very good boy this year," he murmured, his gaze drifting towards me again. Then traveling downward. Searching. As if he could somehow catch a glimpse of the lingerie hidden beneath through sheer force of will alone.

"Hey now, eyes on the road, mister," I chided.

He pouted, but did as he was told.

I snorted, "What's with the face? It's not like you can see anything anyway, you don't have x-ray vision."

"And I curse my goddamn maker every day for such a heinous oversight," he grumbled under his breath as he slipped his aviators back down onto his face.

We ended up making it to the cabin in record time. It wasn't currently snowing, but a thick glittering blanket of white had coated everything around us, from the ground to the trees to the cabin itself. Lea parked us next to the other cars and as he shut off the engine and the heat with it, I shrugged into my long heavy coat. I probably didn't really need it, the walk to the door would take less than ten seconds and I'd never been one to freeze easily, but it would be one less thing to carry.

Marshmallow was making it abundantly clear he was ready to no longer be trapped inside the car as he pawed at the back door and whimpered. Chuckling and telling him to hang on, I reached back to clip on his leash before exiting the vehicle myself, my knee high boots sinking into the snow as I let him out. He nearly ripped my arm out of my socket when he tried to bolt to investigate his new strange surroundings with all its new strange scents, but I managed to keep him in check if only just barely. Lea, having wrapped a black and red checkered scarf around his neck and donned his own thick jacket, took it upon himself to grab our suitcases seeing as how I pretty much had my hands full maintaining control of Marshmallow.

"We're here!" I called out as I opened the front door and let Marshmallow pull me inside, Lea following us and kicking the door shut behind him before dumping our things on the floor. As I knelt down to remove the leash once more, Marshmallow's nostrils suddenly flared with a big sniff before his ears perked and he went very still, his eyes intently focused on the hallway that led to the main sitting room. Oh-ho, I knew who he smelled. The second the leash was unclipped, the big wall of fur excitedly charged off deeper into the house.

I shook my head with a tiny grin as I slipped out of my coat and folded it over the banister next to the entrance. Before I could follow in my dog's tracks however, I felt Lea's hand closing around mine. He gently tugged me back and spun me around to face him, backing me up against the banister as he planted his hands on top of it to either side of me, trapping me between it and his body. Then he was leaning in real close, eyes hooded as his nose brushed alongside mine, his breath tickling my lips as he purred, "Ya know what I was thinking?"

I gave a low hum, reaching up to straighten his collar before resting my hands against his chest, absently smoothing out any creases in the fabric as I asked softly, "What were you thinking?"

His eyes crinkled slightly as he dipped his head, nosing the sensitive skin just beneath my ear and making me shiver. "Was thinkin' you should help me take the luggage to our room."

Translation: he was eager to "unwrap his gift."

A smile tugged at one corner of my mouth. "I see. Well, here's what I'm thinking…"

"Mm-hm," he prompted distractedly, straightening up just enough to try and go in for a kiss.

He probably thought he could seduce me to our bedroom with the power of his lips alone. And you know, he might have been right. He was a really good kisser.

Which is why I clamped my hand over his mouth at the last second, grinned sweetly up at him and said, "I'm thinking I know how much you love being a gentleman and I would simply hate to rob you of this ideal moment of chivalry by offering any sort of help with our suitcases. You're welcome." I lightly patted him on the cheek before trying to slip free of his arms. I didn't make it far however before he'd snagged me around the waist, pulling me up against him. I sighed, "Come on, Lea, the others are waiting for us."

"And they can wait a lil bit longer while we…" that wicked curve to his lips resurfaced, "settle in. It'll be fine, we'll see them later tonight." A thoughtful pause before he waggled his eyebrows, hooking a finger under my chin as he began to lean in once more, murmuring, "Make that tomorrow."

"There you two are!" Anna suddenly came bursting into the room with her signature bubbly laugh. "Was beginning to think you got friggin' lost!"

Whew! Saved by the baby sister!

Don't get me wrong, Lea was making a tempting offer. More than tempting. It's just that we hadn't made the trip all the way up to this cabin only to just lock ourselves in a room together for god knew how long. No, I'd come here to spend time with my friends and family. It was rather rare that I actually chose to spend time with a large group of people, but something about the holidays brought that out in me I suppose. There would be plenty of time for that other stuff later after everyone had turned in for the night. Lea would just have to wait his turn.

His shoulders slumped and he sulked a bit at being interrupted, but Anna hardly noticed as she snagged my arm, "C'mon, everyone's in the living room!"

"Hold it!" Lea hadn't let go of my hand yet. "El's gotta, uh… help me find our room first!"

"Oh! Up the stairs, first one on the left, you can't miss it!" Anna happily chirped, not wasting another second to drag me off.

He reluctantly let my fingers slip free of his this time as he released a low, grumbling huff. I glanced back at him as I let myself be towed along, crinkling my nose in amusement. He crinkled his back, though his was oozing snark. Could a nose crinkle even be snarky? Because if it could, his was decidedly so. With that, I lost sight of him as I was yanked around the corner and down the hall.

I could hear the rumble of chatter and laughter growing louder as we drew near before we stepped into the large family room. Everyone was seated cozily around the large roaring fireplace. Sora had little Cayde (or at least, I thought it was Cayde… I was still getting the hang of telling them apart) settled in his lap while both he and Kairi laughed and made goofy faces for the baby. Riku was nearby, keeping his watchful dad eye on them while holding a conversation with Kristoff at the same time. Rayne and Aria were nowhere to be seen, but I suspected the latter had probably been in need of a change and so had been taken into another room to have that dealt with.

Marshmallow was exactly where I expected him to be - sprawled across Saïx's lap, whether Saïx liked it or not. It looked like there might have been a bit of a kerfuffle for Saïx seemed slightly ruffled, but in the end he'd apparently just accepted his fate and currently had his laptop settled on Marshmallow's back as he typed away at it, a mildly miffed expression twisting his face behind his glasses. Roxas and Xion were seated in armchairs close to him, snickering and shoving each other's shoulders over something.

"Look who I found!" Anna announced as she brought me further into the room. They all looked up and I was met with a round of boisterous greetings. Giving my arm one final squeeze before releasing it, Anna said, "Have a seat! I'll go bring in the snacks now that we're all here!"

I began, "Oh, I'd be happy to help with-"

"No, that's fine! I really only require the assistance of one big, handsome, strapping gentleman and I have just the perfect one in mind..." As she spoke those words, Kristoff perked up and turned his head towards her with a huge smile. "...Sora!"

"Huh, wha?" Sora froze mid-squishing his cheeks together for Cayde at the sound of his own name, blinking a couple times. Kristoff looked positively crestfallen.

Anna snerked. "Kidding! Of course I was talking about you, you big dummy," she planted a quick peck to Kristoff's chin, which seemed to mollify him. Then she gathered both his hands in hers with a chipper, "Now c'mon!" before tugging him off towards the kitchen.

I grinned after them before glancing around for a place to sit. Saïx and Marshmallow were the only ones on their couch and though my beloved four-legged friend did admittedly take up a lot of space, the two of them were on the far side of it and it was a long couch so there was still plenty of room left. I eased myself down on the opposite end from them beside where the "kiddos" had seemingly picked up their conversation right where it'd left off.

"'Lemme copy your homework, Xion. Do all the work on the group project, Xion,'" she was reciting in a voice that I believe was a mock imitation of Roxas's. Then she gave a scoff, albeit in good-humor, "I swear, Rox, I'm nothing more than just a puppet for you to boss around."

"That's right, dance on my strings, puppet!" Roxas cackled back, waggling his fingers in the air above his head as if to manipulate said imaginary strings and earning himself yet another shove to his shoulder.

I listened with half an ear, momentarily distracted as my eyes scanned the room. Where was it? I knew it just had to be here somew-

Ah-ha! There! Dangling from the archway Anna and I had just come through a moment before.

Mistletoe.

I silently filed away its location for later. It'd be useful. Trust me.

"Just be grateful winter break arrived in the nick of time to save your punk ass because I was this close to throttling you," Xion sighed, rolling her eyes before flashing me a long-suffering smile. "I tell ya, Elsa, one of these days this doof will no longer have me around to cover for him and he'll be a total wreck without me!"

He looked aghast, clutching his chest. "No! Xion, you could never abandon me!" A beat. "...who else will I have ice cream with?"

"What am I, chopped liver?" Lea's voice suddenly piped up, drawing our attention. Apparently all done toting our luggage up to our room, he now came striding in, mussing up both Xion's and Roxas's hair by way of hello as he passed them, "Look who got here early."

Roxas swatted his hand away, "No, you're just late."

Lea placed a palm on the back of the couch, catapulting himself over it to land heavily in the spot between me and Marshmallow. Slipping an arm around my shoulders, he declared, "The life of the party is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."

"I'm sorry, why are you talking about Sora now?" Xion slyly teased.

"Yeah, he actually showed up on time unlike your late ass," Roxas sniggered before releasing a tiny, hissed "ow" when Lea delivered a swift kick to his shin.

Rolling his eyes, Lea sighed, "So what were you squirts talking about before I got here?"

Xion smirked over at her blond friend, "About how lost Rox would be if he didn't have me around to carry his lazy butt all the time. And we're talking completely lost. Bet he wouldn't even know who he was anymore."

He shrugged, "Psh, what are you talking about? I am me, nobody else."

"You're a chimp is what you are," she poked him in the cheek. "You're lucky you even know your own name, much less how to spell it. If it weren't for me, you'd of flunked outta college ages ago."

"Ooo, we're talking about college?" Anna chimed into the conversation as she came bustling back into the room precariously managing four mugs of hot cocoa, two in each hand. Kristoff was right behind her bearing a couple trays of Christmas cookies and pastries. One of the cocoas was sweetly delivered to me before the others were distributed and Anna sent Kristoff back to the kitchen to continue ferrying in more after he'd left the snacks on a coffee table. Happily flopping down into a nearby armchair, she popped one of the sweets into her mouth before continuing, "I can't believe I have less than a year before I graduate! Unlike some people…" Her eyes smugly drifted to Lea.

"Hey now, rude! Shit, why the drive-by? I'm working through my credits as fast as I can," he grumbled as he accepted one of the cocoas Kristoff had returned with and blew on it. Then one side of his mouth quirked up at he told Kristoff, "My my, she's got ya trained good, huh?"

His only response was a hand gesture that was less than PG. Lea just snorted at that.

"What are your plans after college? I don't think you've told me yet," I asked my sister, hazarding a slow careful sip. Mmmm, chocolate! I cradled it close in both hands, enjoying the warmth seeping into my fingers.

Anna grabbed a handful of holiday truffles, tossing one up in the air and catching it in her mouth with a huge grin before answering. "Thinking of going to work with dad at the company!"

I choked on the second sip I'd just been taking, coughing a bit. "R-really?"

I could picture Anna doing a lot of things. Some stuffy corporate politics job? Not so much.

"Don't act so surprised!" she laughed. "You know I've worked there every summer practically all my life! I like it, and I'm actually pretty good at it too! I think maybe I could run that place one day!"

"Ah, so good to see that the archaic practice of nepotism is still alive and well," Saïx dryly drawled, not looking up from his screen nor pausing in his typing.

My sister huffed, narrowing her eyes at him. "Shush, you! It wasn't handed to me, I've worked my sweet friggin' little butt off for this! Am still working my butt off, thank you very much! And I'll have you know one day when I'm handed the keys to the kingdom, there's going to be some changes around there! I think I could do some real good in the world once I'm in charge! So you can kindly shove it," she razzed her tongue at him before slipping three more sugary treats into her mouth with as much lofty dignity as anyone could do such a thing. It was actually rather impressive.

Saïx merely gave a low hmph at that, fingers still tapping away. Lea drooped his eyelids at him before shifting his leg over to nudge his brother's shoe with his Converse. "Oi. You seriously working right now, dude? C'mon, man, it's Christmas! Quit being such a scrooge, have a heart and let loose a lil!" As he spoke, I could feel his thumb idly tracing light circles in the hollow of my bare shoulder, probably missing having my braid to fiddle with.

"If I had a heart, this would be where I die of laughter," Saïx muttered, squinting at his screen with a thoughtful frown before pressing the backspace a couple times.

"Don't be silly, course you have a heart!" Roxas beamed and shrugged. "Small and shriveled, yes, but it's there!"

Xion rose, moving to instead take a seat on the armrest next to Saïx. "Yeah, you're not a scrooge, you're a grinch! We just need to give you some hugs and eggnog and that heart'll grow three sizes, you'll see!" she giggled, throwing her arms around his shoulders and squeezing hard.

"Ugh, will the intrusions never end?" Saïx huffed, trying to pry himself free of her vice-like embrace but to no avail.

"Shh, you know you love it!"

I had a growing suspicion Lea's interest in the current conversation had waned, for I could sense his intent gaze on me now as I bent forward to put my half drunk cocoa down on the coffee table and reach for the nearest snack tray. As I settled back more comfortably into my seat, he brought up a hand to tuck a stray wisp of my hair that had gotten free back behind my ear before ducking his head to trail feather light kisses down the slope of my neck that left little tingles in their wake. I turned my head to look at him through lowered lashes and he grinned, moving to close the distance between our lips and-

-I crammed a christmas cookie in his mouth.

Nice try, bucko, but you're not going to trick me up to the bedroom that easily.

"Ah! You two made it! Finally!" Rayne came into the room just then, toting Aria on her hip. "Yeesh, took ya long enough!" she smiled as I stood up and we hugged each other. Then she was offering me the baby with an abrupt, "Here, hold this."

I tensed, blinking a couple times, my hands twitching but making no other movements to accept the burbling infant from her. "I… er…"

"Here, I'll take her," Lea muffled out around the mouthful of cookie he was still choking down thanks to me, reaching up to pluck Aria from Rayne's hands and sitting her down in his lap.

I released a silent sigh of relief. Could you believe it had been weeks since the twins had been born and I had still yet to actually hold either one of them? Some godmother I was turning out to be. But dammit, babies were just so squishy and fragile! What if I accidentally broke one of them?

Uh-uh. No. Not on my watch.

Just keep the babies away from me and my klutzy hands. Really, it'd be in everyone's best interest.

"So, uh… have you finished getting their nursery all set up at long last?" I asked as I settled into my seat on the couch once more.

"Yes, finally!" Rayne grinned as she squeezed into Anna's armchair with her and my sister rested her head on her shoulder. "Since Cayde was an unexpected surprise, hadta do a lot of scrambling getting a second crib and other such things for him. Plus it took goddamn ages scrubbing and bleaching every last inch of your old room."

"Bleaching?" Lea echoed curiously, bouncing a laughing Aria on his knee. I couldn't help but notice however that his gaze had drifted to where the mistletoe hung, seemingly just now having noticed it. I could all but see the wheels turning behind those crafty green eyes of his.

My ex-roommate gave him a flat look. "Red, please. You used to spend the night over. A lot. No tykes of mine are gonna be playing somewhere you two used to do the frick-frack constantly without it being properly and thoroughly disinfected and sanitized first."

"Ah," was the only response he made to that. As Rayne then got momentarily distracted by her husband coming over to give her surprise smooches, Lea leaned closer to me, muttering low out of the corner of his mouth so only I could hear, "Take it we're not gonna tell her 'bout their living room couch then?"

Feeling heat creeping up the back of my neck, I cleared my throat and shook my head, answering a quick but just as quiet, "No."

"Or the kitchen countertops? Or that one time on the dining table? Or-"

"No. No, none of it," I hissed, face full on roasting now.

What can I say? Lea could be very, ahem… persuasive when it came to having his way.

"Oh!" Anna suddenly straightened up in her seat excitedly as it seemed she'd just remember something. "You auditioned for the Spring musical, right? Have they announced who got what parts yet?"

Grateful for the subject change, I eagerly nodded, "Yes, actually, they just posted the cast sheet yesterday afternoon." A surge of giddiness filled my chest as I bit back a grin. "...I got the lead."

"Wha- Seriously?! Oh my friggin' god! Sis! Congratulations! And you're only now telling me? You should have said something sooner, this is a big deal!"

Lea glanced up from blowing air raspberries for a happily squealing Aria to say, "That's what I kept trynta tell her."

"I'd hardly call community theater a big deal," I self-consciously brushed off, the pleased smile I was fighting growing wider despite myself. "...I am really excited about it though."

"And you should be, sweetpea!" Rayne reached for my hands in my lap, covering them with her own. "Community theater it may be, but the people there still know their shit! They've recognized your talent and are trusting you with more responsibility! Your first official lead! That's huge!"

"Today, community theater… tomorrow, Broadway… the day after that, the world," Lea intoned in a dramatic whisper.

I rolled my eyes with a small grin, "That's not exactly how it w-"

"Too late. Already said it. It's happening."

As I shook my head at him, Anna hopped up to her feet, struck a finger up in the air and declared, "This calls for celebration! Be right back with something to spike the cocoa with!" With that, she blurred out of the room back towards the kitchen.

I shyly accepted a few more congrats from everyone else before conversation gradually turned to other topics and I just contentedly listened for a bit. The chit chat began to fade into the background however as I glanced towards Lea.

Gosh, he was so good with Aria. How did he make it look so easy? Not to mention there was something so pure and comically endearing about seeing this absolute behemoth of a man with his mess of untamed red hair, guyliner, and black nail polish being so gentle as he played peek-a-boo with the tiny baby. I know I'd already thought he'd make an amazing father one day, but thinking it and actually seeing him in action were two completely different things. Watching the two of them right now-

Oh dear, it was doing things to me.

You know. Stomach butterflies, knees going weak, insides turning into mush kind of things.

Things that must have been as plain as day to read on my face for Lea happened to look over at me, blink a couple times, then quirk an eyebrow as his gaze flicked back and forth between me and Aria while he put two and two together. Then he smirked. Turning the infant to face me now, he took on a high-pitch, munchkin-like voice as he began guiding Aria's arms into flourishing gestures as if she were the one talking instead of him, "Come, m'dear, and let awesome, suave, studly Unkie Lea whisk you away to the bedroom to ravage you and introduce you to whole new worlds of pleasure."

I gave him a blank stare. "...are you seriously trying to seduce me with a baby right now?"

His grin turned toothy. "Depends. Is it working?"

Kind of.

Sort of.

Yes.

"No."

Liar.

Pretty sure he knew it too, what with the way he was squinting at me with that crooked little half-grin of his. His lips parted, but before he could utter another word, Anna practically bounced back into the room.

"We got Crème De Menthe," she held up a long, skinny green bottle in one hand, "we got Kahlúa," her other hand waggled a smaller brown bottle, "we got it all, take your pick! But first, I took a look out the window while I was in the kitchen and now I have a very important question for you." She set the booze down on the table, stood in front of me with both hands firmly planted on her hips and gave me her most serious expression as she stared down her nose at me. Abruptly, she broke out into an ear-to-ear smile, "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

"Hell yeah I do!" Sora finally tore his attention away from Cayde to enthusiastically shout across the room, causing Kairi to smother a snicker behind her hand.

"I'm in," Roxas was already on his feet and making his way towards where his warmer outerwear had been carelessly tossed onto some of the other furniture.

Xion was not too far behind him with a, "Me too! Bet my snowman will totally kick your snowman's frozen powdered ass!"

"Oh, it's on!"

Humming a small laugh, I nodded at Anna, "I'd love to."

Before I could rise from my seat however, I felt Lea's hand grabbing mine. "You sure about that, babe? You're not really, ya know…" his eyes briefly flicked down to indicate my clothes. More specifically, what was concealed beneath my clothes. "...dressed for cold weather and ya might catch a chill. So whaddya say we get you upstairs and-"

"Ah-ah," I pressed a fingertip to his lips, silencing him. "I'll be fine. You know the cold never bothered me anyway. I just need to snag a pair of gloves and go grab my coat from the foyer." I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before standing.

I'd barely managed to take a step however before Lea'd hastily dumped Aria into Saïx's unsuspecting hands and charged past me to stand in my path, right smack dab beneath the-

"Hold it!" he held his palm up in my face, then smirked, propped one shoulder against the inside of the archway he occupied now and pointed up with a smug, "Mistletoe."

I narrowed my eyes at the little sprig above his head, then crossed my arms as my eyelids drooped. "And I suppose you're expecting a kiss now?"

"Tradition demands it and who are we to scoff in the face of tradition? 'Sides, you wanna get your coat, you'll have to get through me first. So pucker up, schmoopsie-poo, cuz these lips aren't gonna kiss themselves!" He stretched a hand towards me, adding a low, "C'mere."

I considered his awaiting hand for a moment. Then I met his gaze, one corner of my mouth quirking up before I snagged the nearest thing - or rather, nearest person, which just so happened to be Roxas as he was running by. "You heard the man: those lips aren't going to kiss themselves!" I winked at the blond before giving him a little push towards Lea.

"You ready, big guy, because here comes some sweet, sweet sugar!" Roxas cackled as he latched onto him and made kissy noises.

"Get off, ya twerp!" Lea growled, planting a hand on Roxas's face and trying to wriggle free of his stranglehold.

"But, dude!" he muffled back against his palm. "Tradition demands it and who are we to scoff in the face of tradition?"

"I believe it's now someone else's turn to hold the infant," I suddenly heard Saïx dryly announce and I glanced back towards him to see him looking quite unamused as he held Aria upside down by one ankle at arms length. She giggled in delight as she reached for Marshmallow, who obliged her with a curious snuffle of her fingers. As Rayne gasped and rushed to take her from him, I shook my head with a grin and quickly slipped past Lea while he was still busy trying to extract himself from Roxas's grapple and thus was unable to stop me.

And to think… the holiday shenanigans had only just begun.

"Welp, that's game!" Lea declared with a clap. Rising from the couch, he pulled me up with him and tried to drag me off as he hastily added, "Was fun guys, but we're gonna call it an early night. C'mon, El."

"What?" I laughed softly, digging my heels in and bringing us both to a lurching stop. "That was just the first round. We haven't even scored yet," I chided as I started leading him back towards the sofa.

He let me, huffing out a low sigh as he grumpily plopped back down into his seat and muttered under his breath, "Whaddya think I've been trying to do this whole time…"

I narrowed my eyes at him, pinching his arm for the comment.

"Oo, the foreplay's starting early, huh?" he waggled his eyebrows at me.

I pinched him harder.

"Babe, ya know you're only encouraging me at this point, right?"

I snorted, shifting tactics and shoving the notepad and pencil into his hands, "Just figure out the points please?"

"Fiiiiiine," he made an exaggerated show of rolling his eyes before scratching the pencil across the paper, tongue licking one corner of his lips as he worked. I shot the rest of the group a tiny apologetic smile.

It seemed Lea was getting a bit antsy for his gift.

I suppose he had been being rather patient for a while now. We had all spent several hours out in the snow - for the record, Xion's snowman had indeed kicked Roxas's snowman's frozen powdered butt. Lea had tried to corner me once or twice out there for some, hrm… snogging, but a well-timed handful of snow to his face did wonders for cooling that fiery passion of his down if only for a moment. Several snow angels and snowball fights later and we'd all finally had our fill and come back inside to warm ourselves by the fireplace once more. We were well past lunchtime now, but we still had plenty of snacks to tide us over until dinner. In the meantime, we'd decided to get a game of charades going at Anna's request.

At least, that's what we were attempting to do…

Of course, it'd help if the scorekeeper was actually doing his job correctly.

Or, you know… at all.

"Alright, lessee here…" Lea mumbled, pencil still furiously scribbling away. "You, my love, have four points, I have negative seventeen, and looks like Riku's won with… hm, carry the one… one million points. Now that's game! Shucks, too bad, so sad, let's go, El." Dropping the pad and pencil to the couch cushions, he snagged my hand and hopped up to his feet once more.

"Sit," came my simple yet firm command as I yanked him back down next to me. Pushing the pencil and notepad squarely into his chest, I told him, "Do it right."

As Lea released a sigh through his nose, Riku snorted from where he sat in another couch snuggled up close with his wife. "Do you even know the score? Have you been paying attention at all?"

"Course I know it! Got it memorized up here in the ol' noggin," he poked the pencil's eraser to his temple with a grin. However it quickly faded into a frown as he squinted down at the paper, tapping his writing utensil against it a couple times. "...but, I mean… if anyone else'd wanna compare notes and tell me what they think the point totals are, I'd only be too happy to let 'em know if they're right or wrong."

"But I thought you already knew the score, Mr Got-It-Memorized," Kairi sniggered, mockingly tapping a fingertip to the side of her forehead.

"I do. That was a test, and one ya just failed, princess. Minus fifty points for Kairi," Lea razzed his tongue at her as he wrote that down.

Sora groaned, "I want a new scorekeeper!"

"And that's minus one hundred points for you, bucko!"

Oh dear. We'd given the doofus way too much power.

"I'll take over keeping track of points," Rayne volunteered as she smiled and shook her head at my boyfriend's antics.

"Treason! Minus one thousand points for Raindrop for the villainy, attempted mutiny, and-"

I snatched the notepad from his fingers and smacked his shoulder with it before tossing it to Rayne who chirped a little "thank you!" at me as she caught it. I tried to confiscate the pencil as well, but he held it up high and away from me. As I stretched across him to reach for it, he took advantage of my new close proximity to plant a small peck to the tip of my nose.

I drooped my eyelids up at him.

Fine then. Keep the pencil, you big dork.

Anna piped up now, "Alright, we'll just call that first round a warm-up! Points start now!" She glanced over her shoulder and called out, "You're missing out on all the fun, Saïx, you sure you don't wanna join us?"

He'd moved some time ago to a table on the other side of the room far away from the rest of us, still hard at work on his laptop with Marshmallow curled up at his feet. "There's nothing I'd hate more," came his flat reply.

"So sayeth Mr Holly-Jolly himself," Lea muttered, staring up at the ceiling now as he balanced the pencil on his nose. I tried to swipe it, but he was faster in grabbing it off himself and once again keeping it out of my reach.

"Since we're starting off fresh, how about some new teams? Gals versus guys?" Xion suggested. She then bumped her shoulder into Roxas's with a goading smirk, "Unless, ya know, you're too scared of getting your asses handed to you by a buncha girls."

He snerked, bumping her back harder. "Bring it!"

As the others began weighing in as well on the new arrangement for the teams, I felt it. This tiny tickle against my thigh. I glanced down to discover Lea trying to use the eraser end of the pencil to covertly lift the side slit of my skirt for another discreet peek at the garter.

I lightly slapped his hand away and stood up, quickly saying, "You know, girls against boys sounds like an excellent idea. I think I'll go sit with my new teammates over here." I squeezed into the other couch between Anna and the armrest, edging Riku out from the opposite end and forcing him to find another seat. Across from Lea now, I shot him a pointed look with one eyebrow arched and a small smirk.

He just sulkily slumped further down into his own seat, knee jiggling up and down as he began gnawing on the pencil.

Oh yeah. Definitely antsy.

But no need to pout there, buddy, you and I both know you secretly love the torture of being forced to wait.

...was it wrong of me to actually be kind of enjoying this newfound power over him so much?

"Alright! Now that that's all settled, let the games begin!" Anna beamed before her blue gaze settled on me. "Sis, why don't you start us off?"

I stiffened. "Wha- me?" I bit down on my lower lip, eyes darting to the left as my hands began to fidget with each other in my lap. "...are you sure? Maybe it'd be better if someone else-"

"Elsa," she interrupted me, placing both hands on my shoulders. "Sis. I love you. You know I do. But you royally suck at charades."

"Hey!" I narrowed my eyes at her.

She shrugged, "Don't you 'hey' me, it's true!"

My face pinched sourly. "...okay, fair. But still… cheap shot."

An unapologetic grin pulled at her lips. "So now that we've got that established, don't you think getting the absolute travesty that will be your turn out of the way first so the rest of the team can help us finish strong might be the best call?"

I fixed her with a dull stare. "Gee, thanks for sugar coating it."

"No prob!" she giggled before her eyes turned expectant. "Sooo…?"

"Fine, just give me my word and let's get this over with," I relented with a sigh and held my hand out. Anna's face lit up and she offered me the basket full of tiny folded bits of paper. I plucked one up without much consideration and rose, stomping a few steps away.

We all remember what a "fan" of charades I am, right?

Not.

Ugh, the things I do for my sister.

Was it too late to be dragged off by Lea so he could have his manly way with me instead?

Releasing another sigh as I took my spot, I turned to face the others with a steely look of determination now. I'd show Anna. Time to put all those acting classes I'd been taking to good use! My team was going to guess my word so fast, they wouldn't even know what hit them. I was going to own this word. I was going to charade the hell out of this word! But first… alright, you stupid word, let's find out what you are. I opened the little slip of paper and squinted down at it.

…ice?

…

What the frick was I supposed to do with ice?!

"All set?" came the sound of Kristoff's voice and my head shot up, eyes wide and skin drained of color. Does this look like the face of someone who's 'all set'?! "Good! Timer starts in three…"

Wait.

"...two…"

No.

"...one…"

Stop!

"...GO!"

Fudge.

He flipped over the small plastic hourglass and I…

...just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You got this, Elsa!" Anna called out to me. Oh sure, thanks for the vote of confidence now. Too little, too late, Sis. "...any time." No really? And here I was just standing around doing nothing on purpose because I figured that's how you win. "Just… just do it with your body!" Gah, I'm trying!

Okay, think, Elsa, think! Ice… how do I get them to say ice… Ice, ice, ice… ice...berg? ...Icicle? ...ice, ice, baby? Oh come on, Elsa, stop being silly and focus! Ice…

...cube!

Ice cube! Yes, I think I could work with that!

I suddenly snapped into action, my hands blocking out a large shape in the air.

"Oh, oh, square!" Anna said excitedly.

Rayne tipped her head to one side, asking, "A rectangle?"

Kairi chimed in with, "A box!"

I twirled my index finger sideways, indicating for them to keep going before I began outlining the same shape again.

"Television box!"

"Lunch box!"

"Juke box!"

Gah, move on from the infernal word box already, people!

Xion squinted and gave a doubtful, "...microwave?"

"Crate!"

"Toaster!"

"Croaster!" Anna shouted, bouncing up and down in her seat before freezing with a frown. "Wait… that's not a word…"

Despairing and not knowing what else to do, I kept miming the same shape in the air, just more frantically now.

As if doing it faster would somehow help the situation.

"Cube!"

Oh wow, it actually had!

I clapped and nodded vigorously, hopping on the balls of my feet. Alright, onto phase two, which…

...there was no phase two.

Crud.

I had zero idea how to get them from cube to ice cube.

I did not think this through.

Alright. Forget cube. Cube was stupid. Cube is out the window. New plan!

...got it! Okay, no, this was good. They were going to get it for sure this time. It was so obvious, I should've thought of it sooner. When you think of ice, you think of…

...ice skating.

Smiling and sure of myself now, I spread my arms out wide to either side of me and balanced on one foot, like a skater gliding on one blade across a frozen pond.

"Oh, ah… ballerina!"

"Tightrope walker!"

"Er… a tree? Maybe?"

A tree? I looked down at myself. How was this a friggin' tree?!

I locked gazes with Anna and stretched my pose out further for emphasis. Her face was scrunched up in deep thought. Come on, Sis, help me out here. You've seen me ice skate before, you know what it looks like. You got this. Two sisters, one mind. Suddenly her face brightened and she jumped up to her feet. Ha, there it is! I knew she'd get i-

"Michael Jordan!" she yelled, stabbing a finger in my direction.

...nevermind.

Kairi abruptly rocketed up beside her, "Gandalf!"

Anna shook her head, "Pffft, like Gandalf Cube is a thing!"

"And what, like Michael Jordan Cube is?"

Oof, I really shot myself in the foot with that whole cube thing earlier, huh?

As the girls began to bicker amongst themselves while I continued to wobble and sway on one foot, I glanced over towards the boys who were all quietly snickering at our expense. Well, almost all of them. Lea instead seemed rather fascinated by the way I'd stretched and arched my body into its current pose, his eyes half-lidded as they travelled down my curves, his head slightly tilted and teeth still idly gnawing that pencil.

I smirked, a new idea forming inside my head. The girls needed more clues, after all. Planting both feet back on the ground, I bowed at the waist as if reaching down to tie the laces on my imaginary ice skates. As I bent forward, I made sure Lea got just enough of a glimpse down the front of my blouse to give him a hint of something lacy.

He bit the pencil in half with a loud crack!

Okay, I really was enjoying teasing him way too much now.

I think all this power was going straight to my head!

The all-corrupting power of the lingerie...

A gasp suddenly tore out of Anna and she started pointing back and forth between Lea and me, "I saw that! You two secretly communicated! You're working together! Double agent! Cheater!"

My head rocked back and I stammered, "Wha-?! I- How would that even- I am most certainly not-"

"Ahhnnnt!" Kristoff loudly and obnoxiously made a buzzer sound.

"Oh come on, I can't be out of time already!" I told him, crossing my arms.

"You talked, and there's no talking in charades, so consider yourself disqualified," he chuckled, then added, "PS: you actually ran out of time ages ago, we just let you keep going because watching you epically fail so hard was too funny."

Blowing out a tiny huff through my nostrils, I returned to my seat where the rest of the ladies gave me pats on the back and shoulder squeezes to console me. As Anna side-hugged me with one arm, she said, "There, there, Sis, I'm sure the word you got just sucked. Lemme see it," she took the little scrap of paper from me and unfurled it, read it, then blinked. "Ice?!" she snapped incredulously. "You couldn't get ice?!"

I sunk further down into my seat with a groan, pinching the bridge of my nose and making no further comment.

Surprisingly, the game ended in a draw. What I lacked in being able to communicate a concept without the use of words, I more than made up for in my ability to guess what my teammates were acting out. And while I may have been my team's handicap, turns out Lea was theirs. Normally he'd have been one of their stronger players, but it seemed his head just wasn't in the game. Not if the way his eyes kept distractedly drifting over to me while the rest of the boys had to constantly yell at him to focus was any sort of clue.

A couple hours and several rounds later brought us to a point where more than a few stomachs were suddenly loudly grumbling. We decided it was high time to break for dinner, seeing as how cookies and candy canes just weren't cutting it anymore. As everyone else started making their way towards the dining room, I excused myself so I could go freshen up real quick.

As I finished up in the bathroom, I turned the faucet off and flicked my hands a few times to shake away the water before reaching for the towel. Fingers now dried, I took a moment to eye myself in the mirror before straightening my bun and smoothing out my skirt. With a little satisfied nod, I turned, opened the door and-

-came to a screeching stop, looking up and blinking a couple times. "...can I help you?"

Lea smirked back down at me from where he stood in the threshold blocking my exit. Without uttering a word, he just smugly pointed up. My gaze followed his finger and-

Fudge.

Guess what we were both now under?

That's right. He'd moved the mistletoe.

My eyelids drooped at him. "Well now, that's just cheati- mmph!"

His warm lips were suddenly on mine as he grabbed my face in both hands. Unconsciously, my body leaned into his, my hands grasping at his shirt and wrinkling the material as he kissed me long and slow and we just stayed in the doorway there for a few heartbeats, his thumbs tenderly grazing along my cheekbones. Then there was a shift. His breathing turned ragged, his lips more urgent and demanding as a low growl emitted from his throat and Lea started backing me into the bathroom once more, kicking the door shut after him. Without breaking the kiss, he fumbled a hand behind him to lock it then was pushing me up against the sink counter. Lea wasted no time lifting me to sit on top of it, situating his hips between my knees as he hooked his hands beneath them and pulled me up against him roughly. He then wrapped my legs around his waist, fingertips caressing along the stockings, up my thighs and hiking my skirt a bit.

At last he broke the kiss, redirecting his attention to nibble down the side of my throat. Breathless and face hot, I whispered, "Lea, maybe we shouldn't-"

My neck suddenly seared in intense pleasure as his teeth bit down hard at just the right spot and I gasped.

...okay, maybe we should.

He huskily chuckled against my skin, lightly kissing it now as he murmured, "You were saying, Love?"

Desperately trying and failing to unscramble my brain, I began, "I… I was…"

"Mm-hm," he prompted absently as his lips and tongue continued to trail a path down my neck while his fingers pushed the hem of my skirt up a tad further.

"...was saying that… that we, uh…"

"Mm-hm," Lea hummed again, pulling back slightly now with a sly gleam in his crinkled eyes as he reached a hand back over his shoulder, grabbed the back of his tee, and-

Oh wow, there goes the shirt. On the floor. Just like that.

Should.

Lea had just made an extremely compelling argument for should.

I'd mentioned how persuasive he could be, right?

I dazedly watched as he took my hands in his, pressing my palms to his bare chest now as he leaned in to hungrily kiss me again. My fingers took on minds of their own as they began to drift and roam, slowly tracing down the lines and contours of his leanly muscled torso. I shivered as I felt his fingertips skim over the hollow of my shoulder and along my collarbone before settling on the top button of my blouse, tugging to undo it and moving down to the next-

"Elsa!" Several loud, frantic bangs against the door abruptly startled us apart. It took me a second to recognize Sora's voice coming from the other side as he whined, "Hurry up in there, I really, really gotta go!"

"Occupied!" Lea shouted over his shoulder before grinning as he hooked a finger under my chin and bent forward, his lips brushing mine once more.

"...Elsa? Why does your voice sound funny?" Sora asked uncertainly, causing me to snort against Lea's lips. His shoulders slumped and he hung his head, cursing under his breath. The spell had been broken. We both knew it.

I gently pushed him away, scooting myself down off the countertop and snatching his shirt up off the ground to hand to him. Then I took a second to fan myself in a futile effort to cool my face before opening the door and immediately saying, "This isn't what it looks like."

Sora blinked at me. Then his gaze darted to where Lea stood behind me, eyeing Sora sourly as he pulled his tee back on.

...okay, it was exactly what it looked like.

But Sora didn't need to know that!

He blinked again, "Um…"

Deciding to save him from having to come up with a more sophisticated response than that, I simply took Lea's hand in mine and left the bathroom towing him along after me, his dark scowl never leaving Sora as we pushed passed him and headed towards the dining room.

On the way there, we bumped into Rayne in the hallway who was bouncing Cayde in her arms in what seemed to be an attempt to get him to settle down. She arched an eyebrow at me as we drew near. "I thought you were freshening up."

My brow furrowed at her. "...I did."

She eyed me up and down, then snerked. "Sure ya did," was her only remark as she wiggled her eyebrows, shifted the baby to rest against her shoulder and disappeared through the door to join the others for dinner.

I tipped my head to one side, then glanced in a decorative mirror that was hanging on the wall to my left. To say I'd been disheveled would have been the understatement of the century. My skirt was rumpled, my blouse skewed, and I was still bright red from practically head to toe. To top it all off, my hair was free of its bun and positively wild.

"When did you do that?" I narrowed my eyes accusingly at Lea as I did my best to gather and throw it back up into a haphazard bun.

Alright fine, I knew exactly when he did it. I just hadn't even realized he'd done it.

He pursed his lips to one side, shoved his hands into his pockets and gave a tiny shrug as I finished righting my clothes. I then noticed his eyes flick down, suddenly seeming highly fascinated by something. I followed his gaze to spot my top button of my blouse still undone and flashing a scandalous little sneak preview of the lingerie. Blushing harder (the exact opposite of what I wanted to be doing right now, dammit, cheeks!), I hastily re-fastened the button while Lea grinned wolfishly. I pinched his arm, wiping the smirk off his face before taking his hand in mine once more and leading him into the room.

Everyone was seated at the long wooden dining table already and were all too busy laughing and talking over each other to pay much mind to our entrance. As I quietly took a seat, I noticed most of the dishes of piping hot food had already been brought out to the table. Kristoff was bringing out the last of them with my sister's help.

"I'm so happy my man knows how to cook," Anna delightedly chirped as she set down a bowl of yams before giggling and pressing a smooch to Kristoff's cheek. "That way, I don't have to!"

I smiled at the two of them while Lea plonked down into the chair beside me. He laced our fingers together, his thumb idly rubbing along my knuckles as he settled his other elbow onto the table, heavily propped his chin in his palm and heaved a long, drawn out sigh through his nose. His eyes narrowed on Sora as he returned from the restroom and happily crossed the room to take a seat between Riku and Kairi, totally oblivious to the daggers my boyfriend was glaring at him the whole way. Lea then looked away, petulantly huffing out a second grumbly sigh.

It seemed somebody was still a bit pouty over our little interlude in the bathroom being interrupted.

We couldn't have that now, could we? Not on Christmas! Let's see what we can do to perk his spirits a bit.

I shifted ever so slightly in my seat, casually bumping my knee into his as if it were by accident. Lea glanced over at me, quirking an eyebrow. One corner of my lips turned up as I took our still intertwined hands and moved them under the table, releasing his so it could settle on my knee instead. He sat up a little straighter in his chair, his other eyebrow rising to join the first. I grinned coyly, averted my gaze and said nothing, merely waiting for him to take the hint as I reached for the cup of hot cider already waiting for me next to my plate.

Slowly, tentatively, his hand started to slide up my leg, brushing my skirt up with it as he went until he reached the garter. There he paused, his fingertips exploring, grazing over its soft delicate embroidery and toying with it. I could see Lea's face heating as he brought his other hand up to bite down on the knuckle of his curled finger. I just sipped my drink and smiled politely at the conversation the others were carrying on around us. The perfect picture of prim and properness. As if nothing even remotely untoward were happening under the table in the slightest.

Eventually, his hand began tracing the garter down to my inner thigh, discovering where one of the straps connected to it. His fingertips trailed circles over the clasp a couple times before then attempting to follow the strap further up between my legs.

That's when I snagged his wrist, stopping it dead in its tracks and shooting him a flat look.

Sorry, bucko, but that's as far as this little adventure at the dinner table goes.

His muscles were tense. His left eye twitched. But then Lea closed his eyes, released a low, shaky breath and his posture relaxed somewhat as with what appeared to be a considerable amount of visible effort, he willed himself to take his hand back.

"So hey!" Kairi suddenly piped up over everyone else, causing the chatter to die down a bit as all eyes turned towards her. "I brought a buncha Christmas movies with me! You know, all the classics. I was thinking maybe it could be fun for all of us to watch a couple after we finish eating. How does that sound?"

Lea cleared his throat, raking his fingers through his hair as he began, "Actually, El and I had other-"

"What a wonderful idea!" I chimed in brightly before turning to plant a swift peck to the corner of Lea's jawline. "We'd love to, isn't that right, Lea? Since we all know what a fan of the classics you are."

He pressed his lips together into a thin line and simply fixed me with a dull stare.

Oh yes.

No doubt about it.

I was definitely having way, way too much fun teasing him.

It was late. Little Ralphie Parker's father had just thrown aside fistfuls upon fistfuls of packing to liberate the infamous leg lamp from its crate in the movie. A quick glance around the dim room, lit only by the soft glow from the TV screen, revealed everyone to be cozied up together in one way or another as they enjoyed the film.

Rayne was curled up with Riku under a blanket, him turning his head to press an affectionate kiss to the top of her head. Sora was using Kairi's lap as a makeshift pillow, their hands joined and resting atop his chest as they watched. Anna was occupying an armchair with Kristoff seated on the floor before her, using her knees as a backrest while her nimble fingers plaited hundreds of thin, tiny braids into his short blonde hair. Roxas and Xion were taking their turn for some snuggle time with the twins who, even though it was now well past their bedtimes, were being quite obstinate about going to sleep.

Even Saïx had a cuddle buddy, although he was too busy snoring to realize it. It seemed being up during the daylight hours to power through getting all his work done had finally caught up to and taken its toll on him. Back on the couch once more, his laptop lay forgotten on his lap with the screensaver running while he'd conked out nestled into Marshmallow's plush fur beside him. Marshmallow's tail thumped quietly against the couch cushions as he too began to drift off into dreams.

Grinning, I returned my gaze to the movie and settled more comfortably into Lea's side as I laid my head against his chest once again and my arms hugged more tightly around his waist. I could feel him fiddling with a stray lock of my bangs that'd gotten loose, looping and twiddling it between his fingers. Then his hand diverted its attention to instead trail lightly along my bare shoulder, his fingertips drawing invisible patterns there against my skin. It tickled and I involuntarily squirmed against him a bit.

I heard him suck in a soft hiss of breath, shifting in his seat as he hastily removed his hand, fingers splaying and flexing before closing into a fist that he planted firmly on the sofa backrest behind my head now. His knee started furiously jerking up and down. I turned my head to look up at him. His whole body was rigid and his jaw set tight, the very fires of determination seemingly burning in his eyes currently as he focused hard on the movie (perhaps a little too hard), though his gaze kept flicking to the clock hanging on the wall every few seconds.

Frowning, I brought a hand up, brushing my knuckles tenderly over his cheek. Lea stiffened, his whole body suddenly going very still. I altered course to stroke his hair, gently running my fingers through it. His breath hitched as his eyes slowly closed and I could feel him quivering slightly. Then he abruptly snatched my hand, disentangling it from his mess of untamed hair.

I blinked at him.

He pressed a lingering kiss to the back of my hand before settling it on his knee as he ducked his head, bringing his lips right next to my ear as he half whispered, half growled, "Love, it's taking every last ounce of restraint I have not to just throw you on the coffee table and take you in a primal cavemanly fashion, so unless you want to give our friends a bit of a show, I suggest you stop."

...oh dear.

It seemed I'd made him wait a little too long and he was dangerously close to his breaking point.

Thus I decided to finally and at long last take pity on him.

It was time.

Time to let him unwrap his gift.

I stood up, spinning on my heel to face Lea. He stared up at my quizzically, probably leery of getting his hopes up at this point. Smiling sweetly, I reached down, taking his hands in mine and pulling him up to his feet as well as I announced to the rest of the room, "If you'll excuse us, Lea's not feeling too hot, so we're going to head to bed now." His hand still in mine, I led him out of the room and towards the stairs as the others called out a chorus of feel-betters and goodnights after us.

Reaching the second floor, I stepped through our door ahead of him and cast a brief glance about as I stood in the center of the bedroom, taking it in. The traditional rustic wooden walls decorated with a couple small pieces of hanging art here and there. The pair of plump armchairs in one corner next to a homey little fireplace, currently unlit and cold but with plenty of logs just waiting for a spark. The antique wardrobe and dresser off to one side, the door off to another leading into the adjoining private bathroom. The king-sized bed stacked high with blankets and quilts for fighting off the chill later on in the dead of night.

The muted click of Lea shutting the door behind us caught my attention, but I didn't turn to look at him, merely waited. There was a pause. One that was so long and quiet, I almost began to wonder if he'd left for some reason. But then I could all but feel him standing behind me, feel the warmth practically radiating off his body just a few short inches away from mine, sending a tiny chill up my spine and a small flutter through my chest.

His hands found their way to my hair, a simple tug pulling the bun free once more and sending my platinum locks cascading down my back. I shook it out a little more, resisting the urge to shiver at the pleasant tingling sensation brought on by him slowly, almost reverently combing his fingers through the strands. Then his fingertips were trailing along my shoulders and ghosting lightly down my arms where they came to settle comfortably on my hips. I could feel him nestling his face into my hair, pressing a kiss into it as he inhaled deeply, humming low in pleasure as his grip on my hips tightened and his body pressed more firmly up against my back.

At the gentle insistence of his hands, I turned and faced him now. Gosh, he was so tall. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I wasn't. It was moments like these - moments where no words were spoken and there was so little space between us - that reminded me just how tall he truly was. Not to mention how handsome he was or painfully gorgeous those startlingly green eyes of his were, especially while they were hooded and swirling as darkly as they were now. My pulse couldn't help but pick up the tempo beneath his heated gaze.

The air felt charged between us, nearly unbearably so. I was almost surprised Lea hadn't simply pounced the second we were alone. The slight tremble to his hand as he brought it up to stroke my cheek suggested that might be exactly what he wanted to do but was holding himself back. Perhaps he was going slow because he was wary of this moment being snatched away from him yet again like they all had been so far today. Perhaps he simply wanted to take his time and savor this. Whatever the case may be, as his fingers tangled themselves in my hair and he leaned in now, there was no doubt in my mind all that was about to change. I knew the second his lips met mine, all bets would be off. That last shred of restraint he was barely clinging on to would snap and all that pent up frustration he'd been keeping in check all day would be unleashed and given free rein. My face burned and my heart hammered as he closed the distance, so near now that I could feel his breath warming my lips as he murmured my name and-

"TOOTHPASTE!" I suddenly blurted out loudly.

He jerked back, eyes wide and both eyebrows skyrocketing as if to ask, Um… sorry, who what now?

Which honestly? Couldn't blame him.

So, mouth? Care to explain yourself?

I stammered nonsensically for a bit, wringing my hands together before finally pointing a thumb over my shoulder towards the restroom and managing to get out, "For brush teeth… make m-mint fresh in mouth."

Ah yes, clear as mud now. Thanks, mouth. Your gift for gab never ceases to amaze and astound.

My oh so eloquent words hung in the air between us as we just stared at each other for a few seconds. Then I bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind me. Pressing my back to it, I buried my face in my hands and slid down to sit on the floor.

Smooth going there, little Miss Casanova. Just really know how to set the mood, huh?

I groaned and banged the back of my head against the door.

Oh god, Lea was going to think I freaked out because of him. That I didn't want to, hrm… be intimate with him. But I did! I loved being intimate with him! It was something he was very good at! Very, very good! Amazing, in fact! But what did I go and do the second I had a chance to do exactly that with him?

I'd panicked and choked, that's what!

Because this time was different.

This time, lingerie was involved.

Putting it on and teasing him with it was one thing. But lingerie had implications. It set expectations. You were supposed to, I don't know… act sexy… be sexy… you know, that whole feminine wiles things! And my feminine wiles? Still a work in progress. Sure, it was something I'd gotten better at since Lea and I had started dating, but trust me, I still had a long way to go. And yet here I'd gone, riling him up all day and now that the moment had finally arrived where I had to deliver the goods, I'd…

I'd gotten a bit of stage fright, okay?! So sue me!

...maybe I was just being silly. Overthinking all of this. Putting too much pressure on myself for no reason. This was Lea we were talking about here, after all. I could go out there and do the least attractive impression of a sloth in a negligee doing the chicken dance while yodeling and he'd still probably find it sexy. (...dear lord, the fool honestly might. Not even joking anymore.) The point was that he loved me and I loved him, so this shouldn't be such a big deal. One teeny bit of silky, lacy fabric shouldn't be a big deal. Yeah, this was supposed to be fun.

So, missy, you march your little hiney back out there and have fun, dammit!

Nostrils flaring, I pressed a hand to the door behind me and pushed myself up onto my feet once more, turning to look at myself in the mirror. My reflection had fists balled at her hips, her shoulders squared, her head held high, and a look of ironclad resolve flashing in her blue eyes. I leaned forward, planting one hand on the sink countertop and using the other to jab a finger up against the mirror surface as I hissed, "Now listen up and listen good, me! You're going to go out there and… and… knock his friggin' socks off!"

She blinked back at me, visibly gulping with a tiny frown.

My shoulders sagged. "...I think."

Atta girl, that's the fire and can-do attitude we like to hear!

Face hardening once more, I gave myself a firm nod, straightened up and gingerly began unbuttoning my blouse. Once I'd shed it and tossed it to the floor, I slipped out of my skirt as well. Then I stood in front of the mirror inspecting myself, cheeks surely roasting hotter than the fires of Mount Doom. My lips pursed to one side. I awkwardly settled a hand against my right hip. Then I swept my hair forward over one shoulder. Only to brush it back again a second later.

Couldn't decide which way had a more 'come hither' look to it.

Narrowing my eyes, I whisked it forward again.

Then back.

Forward.

Back.

Fo-

Ugh, forget it and move on already!

Just then, I remembered something. Hesitantly, I turned my head, my eyes drifting almost unbidden towards our suitcases cluttered together in one corner of the spacious bathroom. Not really sure why Lea had put them in here when he'd dropped them off earlier. Maybe I'd asked him to and it'd simply slipped my mind. Maybe he'd just been looking for a place to stow them where they'd be out of our way in anticipation of tonight's activities.

Whatever the case may be, they were in here with me now. And that meant…

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, I approached them, locating mine and unzipping it. Flipping the lid open, I stared inside and paused in a moment of indecision. Then I grit my teeth and plunged my hand in, digging down deep past my clothes in search of the thing.

You know.

That thing.

The one Anna had made me buy.

I felt my fingers bump into it and I closed them around it, holding my breath before pulling it out. Then I stared down at what I now held in my hand.

A riding crop.

You read that right.

A friggin' riding crop.

Did I have the first clue what to do with it?

Not really, no.

Was I going to bring it out with me anyway?

...sure, why not?

I mean, I was already a bit of a nervous wreck over this whole ordeal, so it was hard to imagine this could make it any worse.

Go big or go home, as they say.

Heart pounding in my ears and insides twisting into a billion, quadrillion knots, I turned to face the door, chin hitched and back straight.

Slinky lingerie? Check. Riding crop? Check… apparently.

Operation Sexy Time was a go.

Let's do this.

I bravely charged forth.

And by that, I mean I opened the door just enough to cautiously poke my head out for a peek.

But I bravely poked my head out cautiously, dammit!

I spotted Lea dejectedly lying on the bed now, sprawled out on his back and smothering his face with a pillow. Heh… off to a good start here. Opening the door wider, I quietly crept a few steps into the room. With how high my blush had cranked up to at this point, it was a wonder I hadn't burnt to a crisp already. My empty hand stiffly found its way to my hip once more. I swept my hair forward again. Then grimaced, pushing it back. Then forw-

Gah, quit fussing, you stupid hands, and just get on with it already!

As Lea still seemed unaware of my presence and with me at a loss for how else to get his attention, I anxiously cleared my throat.

He didn't budge, just groaned into the pillow and muffled out, "What new way have you come to torment me with now, devil woman?"

Such a drama queen. Shaking my head, I began, "Lea-"

"Is there even really lingerie under there or is that just more of your cruel, twisted mind games to string me along and torture me?"

I rolled my eyes with a tiny huff of a snort and tried again, "Lea."

Face still under the pillow, he struck a defiant finger up high into the air, "Well not this guy! Nu-uh, no siree bob! I am done dancing to your sadistic whims! Begone, devious succubus, and tempt me no more with your-"

"Lea!" I snapped exasperatedly, unconsciously smacking my crop against my leg.

Oof, that'd stung a bit.

But it seemed to be what finally caught his attention. He hooked a thumb beneath his pillow now, lazily hoisting it up just enough for him to lift his head and look at me. Then he bolted up into a sitting position, back ramrod straight and eyes all but popping out of his head as the pillow tumbled to the mattress behind him. His wide-eyed gaze met mine. Then darted down to the lingerie. Over to the riding crop in my hand. Then he was madly scrambling to the foot of the bed, sitting on his knees there with his hands gripping the edge of the bedframe hard enough to turn his knuckles white as he heavily and rapidly breathed through his nose.

I just stood there, flushing more furiously and resisting the urge to self-consciously shift my weight from one foot to the other.

OhgodwhatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdowhatdoIdowhatdoI-

In a state of mild panic, I abruptly thrust the crop towards him and blurted out, "Shirt. Off."

...sure, that works.

Not missing a beat and faster than should have been humanly possible, Lea yanked his top up over his head and chucked it across the room. Then his eyes fastened on me once more, seemingly eagerly awaiting my next instruction.

Uh…

Nowwhatnowwhatnowwhatnowwhatnowwhatnow-

"Knees," I pointed at a spot on the floor in front of me, "Now."

In his haste to comply, he stumbled and fell out of the bed, crashing into the floor but was quick to recover and prop himself up on his knees before me.

Fudgewhatnextwhatnextwhatnextwhat-

Swat your thigh with the thingie again!

...I'm sorry, brain, do what now?

Well, I mean… it seemed to be highly well received just a second ago, so…

Pulse racing, I hesitated for a split second before piercing the air with another sharp thwack of the riding crop hitting my skin. His muscles visibly grew taut and tense, but he stayed put, his throat emitting an impatient whimper.

...was it really this easy?

...this actually was kind of fun…

Feeling some of the nervous tension start to ebb from my body, I slowly began to circle him now, lightly tapping the lash of the crop into the palm of my other hand as I murmured, "Now… what, oh what am I going to do with you?"

Lea released a deep, throaty chuckle. "...I might be able to think of a thing or two…"

Coming to a stop in front of him once again, I bowed down to his eye level, using the riding crop to lift his chin as I grinned at him. "I'm listening."

For the record, zero sleep was had that Christmas night.

The lingerie did not survive Lea's ravenous onslaught.

We may have also slightly broken that antique dresser.

Oops. Guess they just don't make those things as sturdy as they used to.

Author's Note: HAPPY NEW YEAR! And based on this chapter, have another (belated) merry Christmas xD Figures that my longest chapter to date had to be the friggin' lingerie chapter xD I am almost ashamed of myself… BUT NOT REALLY! No regrets, yolo! Lol, I hope you all had as much fun reading this as I had fun writing it :D

Fun Fact: This was actually the first bonus chapter idea I came up with for this story. It came to me about a year ago while I was still working on chapter… 17 I think? I wanted to immediately start writing it, but I restrained myself, wanting to finish the main story first. But having a whole year with this one-shot in the back of my mind is probably why it ended up being so long, cuz I kept coming up with more little ideas to squeeze into it xD Then of course, I started coming up with the ideas for the other bonus chapters that came before it, forcing myself to wait even longer to write it but aaahhhhhh, yay, I finally got to this one! And did I include Esmeralda's Secrets all the way back in chapter 19 specifically with this bonus chapter in mind? Yes, yes I did x'D Of course, I knew this whole time Esmeralda herself was gonna be making an appearance, but Frollo turned out to be a last minute addition that came to me as I was writing the chapter. But including him made me realize I had a missed opportunity: on one of Lea's and Elsa's many visits to the mall's clock tower which has BELLS, they should've bumped into a certain hunchback who's in charge of maintaining said bells xD Ah well, even tho they never saw him in the story, I've made it canon now: that is officially Quasimodo's job in this AU xD And he's always embarrassed about his adoptive father protesting with his picket signs outside the store of the cute girl he has a crush on xD Poor guy!

So many lines I snagged from the video games and the movies as references this chapter, I wonder if you guys were able to catch every single little one I slipped in? xD And obviously Elsa's fave musical that's playing at Broadway is Frozen 2 (since that's where Show Yourself that she sang back in auditions was from) but I didn't want to CALL it that in the story, but had zero ideas for a clever replacement title, so it didn't get a name xD And while I gave a few details here and there, for the most part I left the lingerie Elsa purchased vague on purpose - I figure some things are just best left to the imagination ;P Lea doesn't usually have such a one track mind as he did this chapter… or maybe he does and he's just usually more tactful about concealing it xD Either way, Lea ALSO isn't usually presented with the possibility of his very hot girlfriend dressing up in sexy lingerie for him, so can ya really blame the guy for being a bit of a horndog this chapter? I think not xP Worry not however, he'll be back to his normal, (slightly) more classy self next chapter xD You can bet tho that now that he knows Elsa has been to the dirty store in the mall, that he has since dragged her back there on more than one occasion now so they could make a few purchases as a couple, hehehe :3 But like I said all the way back at the very beginning, despite the main subject of the chapter, it was still all fairly tame, right? I haven't yet crossed THAT particular line… I may come right up to the line, dance wildly and with reckless abandon on top of the line, but not cross it xD I dunno if I'll ever be brave enough to write a full-on lemon, but maybe one day…. Hehehehe…

Anyhoo, tis with a sad and heavy heart that I must announce that this will probably be my last update for a while. Don't worry, there's more to come! I still have at least 3 more bonus chapters for this story planned! However, I've been working on almost nothing but this story for over a year now and I've finally hit a point where I need a break xD I think I'm gonna take a few weeks and have a breather from writing in general, but trust me, that won't last for long before the itch takes hold of me once again and I'll NEED to scratch it! When that happens, I'm not sure what I'm gonna work on next - it'll be Axelsa, without question, that's just my brand yo, it has bewitched my very SOUL xD But WHICH Axelsa story is the question! Will I update one of my older incomplete stories over on FFN/AO3 or will I get back to work on that new story I have the first 3 chapters written of that I've yet to share with you all? Guess we'll seeeeeeeeeeee xD I might eventually start posting some of my older stories here on tumblr too - they’re all incomplete currently tho and I was hoping to finish them before I started sharing them here, but I might not be able to resist in the end. I have commissioned a couple artists recently, so hopefully you’ll be seeing those soon! I’ll have more of my own personal fanart to share too in the hopefully near future, I just need to wait for my hand to recover as I sprained it being the irresponsible dope that I am and have had to put my doodling on hold while it recuperates xD All of that is to say, you’ll be hearing from me and my Axelsa obsession again in some form or another in the near future, you can count on it!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far, seeing those lil notifications always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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