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Easy to Love
Your wife finally comes home from a month long mission, and tooth-rotting fluff ensues. Presumably poorly translated Russian/Serbian.
Just a little drabble that popped into my mind. Mentions of injuries, really no TW outside of that.
It felt like it had been forever. Forever for everything. Both you and your wife had been so busy of late that the only interaction you had was shuffling around the bathroom in the morning as one of you was brushing your teeth, and the other was hopping into the shower to get ready for work. Even the weekends were fleeting, as the late weeknights and early mornings meant you slept in on the weekend and saw each other for maybe an hour unless Wanda was on a mission, which had been happening a lot of late.
You had been sure to give Steve a piece of your mind, as it seemed that Wands was the only one being sent out, and when you saw her- she was drained- purely exhausted. The dark rings under her eyes, dragging her feet, and her borderline disheveled appearance made your heart ache. She had currently been on a mission for the last three weeks, and Steve and Tony both assured you she was ok and would be home this week.
So, you decided to take a step back and take some time off work so you could be here whenever she came home. You just wanted your girl back- back in your arms, and to be able to have a few nights, or a weekend, to yourselves. You felt the strong urge to need a reconnection. While you both worked well in tandem, you both had spent so much time apart to this point, that you were both on different poles.
You stood on your back porch, a cup of coffee warming your hands, a hoodie and sweatpants adorning your body as you watched the sunrise. Wanda always told you that no matter where she was, the sun and the moon rose, and she would always be under the same sky, watching it with you. You always took solace that she was always under the same moon or the same sun, and it was highly likely that she was watching the same sunrise as you. Looking down at your cup of coffee, you swirled the liquid around, becoming enamored at the appearance of it moving in your cup. Who knows how long you had been staring into the cup- what brought you out of it was a pair of arms, wrapping themselves around your waist from behind.
“Good morning, moy lyubovnik.” You can hear the exhaustion laced through her words. You set the cup down, turning around in her arms, before wrapping yours around her.
“Good morning, baby.” She lets out a deep sigh, burying her face into your chest.
“It’s good to be home.” She whispers into your hoodie, grabbing a tight hold of it as if trying to bring her face impossibly closer to you.
“Nedostajala si mi, ljubavi” You whispered into the top of her head. You feel her pull away, looking up at your face. Even in her dressiest, tallest heels, you still stood over her by a couple of inches.
“When did you learn?” She had the smallest, brightest smile on her face.
“I’ve had some time without my favorite girl here. Figured I should learn the closest thing to her native language. Or both.” You smiled down at her, taking in her worn features. She looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks, the faintest trace of a bruise leaving her high cheekbones and a decent cut over her left eyebrow. “Mnogo te volim, lepa devojko. Nedostajao si mi.”
“I’ve missed you too, darling. So much. It’s been so lonely on the road. I wanted to come home, so, so many times.” she whispered, a pained expression crossing her face.
“Shhh, it’s ok. You’re here now, baby girl.” You squeezed her tighter, before picking her up by the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up to wrap her legs around your waist. “Lets get you some rest, after a hot bath, hmm?”
“Mmmm hot water sounds amazing, but so does the bed.” She moaned, and you laughed at her reaction.
“Well, moya lyubov, as much as I love you, you aren’t getting into our nice, comfy, clean bed until you rinse all the work grime off. Plus, it’ll help you relax.” You speak quietly into her ear before she nestles herself into the crook of your neck, another deep sigh leaving her body, the hot breath tickling your neck. You felt her yawn against your neck, as you climbed the stairs to your ensuite. You slid her exhausted body down yours, sitting her down on the toilet before reaching for the dial in the shower to turn on the hot water. As the water began to pour out of the tap, and you waited for it to reach its near-scalding levels, you turned to your exhausted partner, reaching down and slowly pulling up her tattered shirt.
“Looks like it was a rough one, babe.” You comment, the torn and dirty shirt tossed to the side as you looked over her torso, some gashes, cuts, and bruises all over her. You sighed, knowing this was a part of her line of work. You just hated to see that someone would do this to her. She was your girl, since the first time you had met her- the redheaded assassin with whom you had become best friends, had introduced you to the Sokovian witch at one of Stark’s tower galas. You were terrified at first, her gaze seemed to cut through you, but it was still so gentle that you wanted to melt into her. She had always been easy for you to love.
Despite her history, she never made you climb an uphill battle alone and never held anything against you. Her smile was so genuine and bright, so much like the smile she had given you on the patio a mere minutes ago. You had never (thankfully) been on the receiving end of her infamous head tilt, but Nat certainly had. You vowed to never be at the receiving end of that tilt- that would mean weeks of groveling, apologies, and kissing ass. You weren’t above showing your wife affection and apologizing, but begging wasn’t typically your thing. So you found it best to avoid reasons for her to become so upset at you. Happy wife, happy life. And you were happiest with her in your arms.
“You in there, lyubov?” She asked, a slight smirk on her lips as she watched you closely. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” She asked, her hand tracing down the side of your face, as your hands found their home on her hips.
“Yeah baby, I’m here. Sorry,” you ducked your head sheepishly into her neck, a rosy tint on your cheeks as she had caught you in your little dream of the first time you had met, and by her choice of nickname. “Just thinkin’ is all.” You heard her hum in response.
“Bout what, honey?” She asked, placing her hands on your cheeks, and pulling your face away from her shoulder.
“About when Nat first introduced us.” You smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. You could feel her smile against your lips, and you pulled away, smiling down at her. “I love you. So much, Wands.” You looked into her eyes, they wrinkled slightly when her smile grew.
“I love you, Y/N. So much.” She said back, smiling as you leaned down, kissing her again. This kiss was deeper, had more feeling, and conveyed everything you had felt in the time that she had been gone. Her arms crossed behind your neck, pulling you into her even more. Your body resisted, but you knew you had to pull away, or you would never get her rinsed off, relaxed, with wounds tended to. You rested your forehead on hers, relishing in the feeling of her here, once again.
“Let's get you rinsed up, baby girl. I know you’re exhausted.” She just hummed in response, shimmying out of her pants as you checked the water, knowing she liked to “roast like a Thanksgiving turkey” as you so lovingly told her time and time again. She groaned as she eased herself down into the bath, and you took the hand shower, running water through her chestnut locks, so you can help her rinse out her hair and wash it. You began to take inventory of the various cuts and scrapes, deeming a few worthy of a bandage before turning to wash her hair with her lavender and vanilla shampoo. It felt like she was going to fall asleep in the tub, her body had relaxed into the heat, and that coupled with her soap and your touch was easily rinsing away any of the stressors she had from this last mission. The various grunts and groans she would emit as you worked your hands over the places you knew she held her tension or ran your hands up and down her back, or through her conditioned hair. Finally, her viridescent eyes fluttered open, giving you a soft smile.
“Thank you, baby. This has helped.” She looked down at your arms that now hung over the edge of the jetted tub, hands skimming the surface of the water. Her eye caught on a new tattoo, one that had become more visible now that your sleeves were pushed up around your elbows, that you had gotten while she was gone on this mission. “That’s new…” she grasped your hand, pulling your arm closer to inspect. It wasn’t a hard tattoo to miss- it was covering the entirety of your forearm. It depicted two separate places- a bustling cityscape and a desolate vista, both drenched in darkness under the same sky. Just as Wanda had always said. If you look closely, you can see the constellations buried into the details- your zodiac on the barren side, hers on the city side. Her initials now adorned your thumb, middle finger, and pinky- her vow to you from your wedding on the back of your hand. You watched as she took in the details, the silhouettes, the vista being one of your favorite paintings she had made, and the house that looked like yours, lit up in the night if she needed to come home back late. Her eyes began to water, she sniffled and wiped a stray tear away from her cheek as she looked up at you with a misty expression.
“You like it, Wands?” You asked as she continued to watch your face.
“Baby, I…I love it. It’s beautiful.” She sniffled. “You remember my vows?” She asked, tracing her thumb over the back of your hand.
“How could I forget them?” You asked, a slight smile on your features as you stared into the very eyes that you used to avert your gaze from, for fear she could see how you felt. As if that never made it obvious. Now, they were your source of comfort, what you pictured when you needed some solace through a rough day. The ghost of her touch would give you a sense of repose, but it was always her eyes that made you feel at home. You grabbed her hand, gently tugging her towards you, kissing her once more. “I know I say it often, but I love you. You, my love, are my kraj sve budi sve. Ti si to za mene. Moja jedina, prava ljubav.” You smiled at her, kissing her hand, standing as you helped her get up from the cool water.
“Ne znam čime sam te zaslužio, ljubavi.”
“Nonsense, Wands, You deserve the world. I'll do everything I can to give it to you.”
“I love you, baby.” She smiled, standing on her tiptoes, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “What brought on all this, my love?”
“Nothing. I just have missed you, and don’t feel like I make it clear to you how much you mean to me when you’re here. You’re always away, on missions, or doing something for Tony or Steve. I feel like I haven’t had a wife for the last year. They’re running you ragged, and I worry.” A somber smile flashed across her face, she stepped into you and placed her hand on your face.
“Baby, there’s a reason they’ve been sending me on a bunch of missions lately.” A look of confusion flashes across your face.
“But…I yelled at Steve… Why?” You ask.
“Because baby. I’m stepping back. I’ll still be an Avenger, but no more missions. Turns out I need you just as much, Y/N.” A look of disbelief appeared on your face, as you processed what she just said.
"Wh...what?"
"I need more Y/N in my life, baby. I don't want to worry you anymore. A little more predictability, and I can be with you daily. I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you, I wanted to surprise you. But this last mission was a doozy. I never want you to worry about me again."
"Wands, I'll always worry about you."
"That's okay, baby, now it won't have to be a worry of me coming back." You let out a large sigh of relief, one you had no idea you were holding in.
"Let's get you to bed, babe. We can discuss this tomorrow." you smile, guiding her back to your massive bed.
"I can't wait to do this every night and morning, moy lyubovnik."
"Me either, Wands. Me either."
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Nedostajala si mi, ljubavi - I missed you, my love.
Mnogo te volim, lepa devojko. Nedostajao si mi - I love you so much, beautiful girl. I've missed you
kraj sve budi sve. Ti si to za mene. Moja jedina, prava ljubav- end all be all. You're it for me. My one, true love.
Ne znam čime sam te zaslužio, ljubavi - I don’t know what I did to deserve you
moy lyubovnik - my lover
Lyubov - love
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You Hold Your Hands in the Air, Screaming My Name (One Shot) 18+
A long day at work, and your favorite bar is closed. So, you ignore your gut and go to the nightclub down the street.
3.9K Word Count
MEN AND MINORS DNI. AGE 18+. SMUT, A HINT OF BLOOD PLAY IF YOU SQUINT, SLIGHT DEGRADATION AND EDGING.
A/N: Just a random thing that ballooned the more I wrote. Kinda on the fence about it. It has been A WHILE since I have wrote anything smutty, so lemme know, lol.
It had been an insanely long, hard day at work. Your job was not strenuous by any stretch, but today was the day that everyone just wanted to make your life hell while you worked your 10 hour shift. It was only 5:30pm, but you were over it, and just wanted to relax and unwind after work. Ever a creature of habit, you have a “typical” hole in the wall bar you like to visit after work, but of course, it was closed tonight due to some electrical fire or something along those lines. You should have just listened to your gut, and gone home. But instead, you found yourself at a new bar.
There was a dull glow of blue and purple neon, and due to the later hour the music was thrumming throughout the venue. You watched as bodies moved in tandem with their partners, and the music, patrons soulful eyes gazing at the person they were dancing with. You weaved your way through the sea of dancing flesh, sweat, booze and perfumes, up a few steps, making your way up to the bar top, leaning against the counter to get your poison of choice. Your gaze drifted to the floor watching the movement on the floor below, leaning against the thick wood counter, tapping your fingers against it as you waited for your glass of whiskey.
“Another Aperol Spritz, please.” A thick, beguiling voice came from behind your spot on the bar. You subtly turned so your front was pressed to the bar, so you could look at who the voice belonged to. A smaller, toned figure in an all black cocktail dress, slit up to her upper thigh, black and red heels, stood next to you. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and a sheen was oh-so present on her skin. Your guessing she had just made her way off the dance floor, which was confirmed by the screaming of what you would presume to be her friends waving her back to the dance floor as the song changed. As you stood there, slowly side eyeing the woman beside you, your drink was slid in front of you.
“Old Fashioned.” The bartender broke you out of your trance, your gaze going back to him. You slipped him a tip and grabbed your glass, walking away from the bar, past the blonde who was now turned and looking at you, to find a secluded table in the corner, where you were more than happy to just sit and watch. You would need to consume considerably more alcohol to do that. You peeled back the suit jacket, and loosened your tie, unbuttoning the top few buttons of your dark blue satin shirt. You were bobbing your head up and down to the song, alternating between scrolling through your phone and watching the dance floor.
Multiple songs, and at least three more drinks had passed, and you had all but given up on the phone in your hand, and chose to just watch the dance floor as all the bodies moved seemingly in tandem with one another. Your eyes kept drifting from one group to another, when your gaze finally came across the blonde from earlier. She was swaying and grinding to the music, drifting from person to person. It seemed like she didn’t have someone she was dancing with in particular. Your eyes stayed glued to her figure, running dry as you watched how she moved, you gulped large amounts of your drink, successfully bleeding the glass dry and opting to suck on the ice while you waited for the waitress to come and get your order.
The brunette waitress was hellaciously attractive, and shot you a smile as you grabbed your drink from her hand. She shot you a brief smile, and you felt that someone was staring at you. Your eyes wandered, until you came across the blonde again, but this time her eyes were locked on you. You smirked, watching with intent as she continued to dance, gyrating her hips on the person she was currently partnered with. You found it slightly disturbing how she continued to stare right at you, her mouth agape, while literally dry humping someone else in public. As the song came to a close, she pushed off the poor soul she was dancing with, and started to make her way straight for you. You gulped, finishing the last of your drink, and setting the empty glass down to run your finger around the rim.
Almost as if on cue, the waitress popped herself into view, and you typically wouldn’t have minded, but the blonde making her way to you held your rapt attention. You’re sure that she had probably asked you if you wanted another, but you couldn’t hear her, between the music and now your heartbeat, which pounded louder and louder as the woman approached. There was a devilish smirk adorning her features, and as she stepped up to your table. She almost pushed the waitress out of the way, and your gaze drifted upwards as now the blonde stood over you.
“You just gonna stare at me all night, or grow a pair and dance with me?” Her tone caught you off guard, it honestly rocked you straight to your core.
“Sorry, I don’t dance.” You smirked, sending a lopsided smirk to the blonde, the waitress now sidestepping you both and walking away.
“Mmm. That’s a shame.” She responded, clearly unimpressed by your answer.
“How so?”
“Well, you strike me as someone who can dance, and of all these people, I think I would like to have my body pressed against yours the most.” She shot you a seductive look, leaning onto the tabletop with her arms squeezing her cleavage enough to make you want to faint, but faint right into them.
“That is a shame, I suppose. I guess that’s why you’ve danced with every other person in here?” You smiled at her, leaning into her face.
“There’s no shame in trying to find the right person. I just feel like you’re it…” she shot you a questioning look, like she was asking you a question.
“Y/N.”
“Y/N. I’m Scarlett.” She shifted, sitting herself down across from you. Her eyes were piercing, even in the clubs neon. She stared right through you, like she was trying to read all of your thoughts. “Humor me, Y/N. One dance, one song. If I’m wrong, you can come back and be the wierdo in the corner.”
“Wrong about what, Scarlett?”
“We’ll call it a science experiment. In chemistry.” She looks at you, eyes were somewhat expectant, and you laughed.
“I’m hardly a science experiment,” you respond cocking an eyebrow. “But in the interest of humoring, what if there isn’t any chemistry?” You ask as she clicks her tongue.
“Ah, good question.” She smiles. “Then I guess no one in this god forsaken bar has chemistry with me, and I just have to find a new place to find my person.” You raise your eyebrow, shooting her a questioning look.
“This is how you’re trying to find ‘your person’, by dancing in a nightclub?”
“Dancing is a love language, Y/N. It’s important.” She leaned back in towards your direction.
“Fine.” You get up, sticking your hand out for her to grab.
“Fine? That’s how you respond to me asking for a dance?” She crossed her arms across her chest. You raise your eyebrow in her direction again.
“I’m your last resort, Scarlett. You’ve danced with everyone in this place. Let’s see if you saved the best for last, hmm?”
“That’s a better response, Y/N.” She smirked as she stood up, straightening her dress, and grabbing your hand as you led her to the dance floor. You wormed your way through the musk and sweat, centering yourself on the floor. You turned towards her, and she pulled you into her body by your tie, slowly beginning to move to the heavy bass the song was providing. You began to feel the bass come through your shoes, and up your body, and before you knew it, all you could focus on was the music and the woman in front of you, grinding your thigh, with her arms around your neck. Your forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she pressed her head to yours, staring at you eye to eye as you danced.
You weren’t sure how long you had been out there, but your dress shirt now clung to your body, drenched in perspiration and displaying the musculature beneath. But you had been dancing with Scarlett for what seemed like forever in the best way possible. You both hadn’t left each others presence since making your way onto the floor. But now, you needed a drink, and were exhausted. Your mouth was dry, and your aching body needed a break. There was a slow, sensual song playing, so Scarlett and you were swaying back and forth, her back to your front.
“Thirsty?”You rasp into the shell of her ear. You smirked at the goosebumps that erupted in response. She turned in your hold, and wrapped her arms around your neck once more.
“You could say that,” she stared at your eyes, and you couldn’t help but notice the dilated pupils and seductive tone in her voice.
“Come on,” you grab her hand, walking back to the table to grab your coat. It was times like this you were glad that you lived close, in the heart of downtown. You grabbed the coat, flinging it over your shoulder while she grabbed her clutch from the table she had been seated at with her friends. You smiled at her as you held the door open, and you both slipped out into the crisp fall night. She shivered, and you slipped your coat over her shoulders.
“Thanks, Y/N.” She clicked besides you, her heels matching the beat of your heart. You suddenly stopped, catching the attention of the figure to your left. When she stopped just ahead of you, you pulled her back into you.
“You didn’t tell me the experiment results.” You husked, placing one hand on her cheek, and the other on her back, watching as she pushed against your touch.
“The jury is still out, but…” she grabbed the edged of your dress shirt, pulling you even closer. “You get to be a part of the next experiment.” She smirked, her lips coming dangerously close to yours.
“Next experiment?” You laugh, failing to notice her biting her lip.
“Yeah, the next experiment is seeing if I picked correctly.” She looked up at you, waiting for you to initiate anything. You don’t move for a moment, and she shifts her weight, almost like she’s becoming restless. You laugh at her becoming suddenly antsy, to which she lets go of your shirt and begins sliding the coat off of her shoulders. You stop her movements, pulling her into your taller frame, and began walking. She cocked her eyebrow, waiting for what you would do next as she walked backwards. Suddenly, her back met a tall, metal door frame, and she gasped at the cool sensation on her frame. You crashed your lips to hers, grabbing both sides of her head and keeping her still while you kissed her fervently. She moaned into the kiss, and hiked her leg up around your backside, pulling you close while she grabbed onto your shirt. You bit her lower lip harshly, causing her to gasp and open her mouth, to which you graciously entered and took control of the kiss. You both fought for some semblance of dominance, to which you quickly showed her she wouldn’t win.
Pulling away when breath was required, you rested your forehead on hers, and she looked up at you. No words being necessary, you bent down, lifting the smaller woman by the back of her thighs, and wrapping her legs around you. She clung to you like a koala, squealing as you carried her inside the building. You stayed this way, making your way past the doorman to the elevator.
“Good Evening, Ms. Y/L/N.” The doorman smiled, and you shook your head his way. After pushing the button, you shifted Scarlett in your grasp so she was now looking down at you. You smirked, and the elevator doors opened just as you were about to kiss. She groaned, and you smiled, letting the occupants out of the elevator before stepping in. You pushed the button for the top floor, causing the woman to raise an eyebrow.
“Top floor?” She asked, looking back at you. You slowly let her body slide down your frame, she whimpered as you intentionally made her legs straddle your leg, which was propped up on the mirrored walls to the carriage, causing her clit to rub against the fabric of your trousers.
“Mmhmm.” You respond, now stalking forward and pushing her back to the other side of the elevator. You ducked your head, kissing her once more. This kiss was laced with a passion you were unaware you had been withholding, and she moaned loudly into your mouth, before you detached and began leaving openmouthed kisses down her jawline. She wrapped her leg around you, while grasping the hair at the back of your neck, pulling your head backwards before guiding it back to her. You both kissed each other until the doors dinged open, and you break the kiss to make sure it was the right level. When you had ensured that you had reached the correct floor, you both continued kissing, and you slowly guided her backwards towards your door, never breaking the contact. Eventually, the whines and whimpers became too much, and you picked her up, this time flinging her over your shoulder, your arm holding tight to the swell of her ass under her dress. You were close enough, you could smell the arousal of the moaning mess that was now grabbing your ass, while you fished the keys out of your pocket and opened the door. She shrieked when you didn’t put her down right away, but rather smacked her ass as you walked through the penthouse to the bedroom.
You flung the woman off your shoulder, throwing her onto your massive bed, before resting your knee onto the edge, unbuttoning your shirt while she watched. She just stared at you, lip trapped in between her teeth. Her legs were rubbing together, you could tell she was worked up. Her pupils were blown at this point, and just as you finished unbuttoning your dress shirt you reached down, grabbing her ankles and pulling her towards you. You pried apart her legs, causing her to whine at the loss of friction where she so desperately needed it.
“So fucking needy, whining the whole way up here, rubbing your legs together on my bed.” You growl at her, causing her eyes to roll back. A moan was her only response. “Words, baby.”
“Just, want you…” she whimpered, rolling her hips up in the air. You let out a sardonic laugh.
“You want me?” Her gaze was glazed at this point, but she continued to writhe and whimper while you stood between her legs. “You chose me last, Scarlett. Remember that.” You bark in her direction, before grabbing her legs firmly, and flipping her over on her stomach. You grabbed the zipper of her dress, slowly, painstakingly unzipping it. You trace your fingers up and down the now bare skin, groaning at the lack of undergarments. In one swift movement, you pulled the dress down, off her frame entirely. She shrieked at the sudden loss, before beginning her ministrations again, trying to get some relief. Her thighs were coated, and you ran your finger up the inside of her legs, causing her to groan at the contact. She looked at you over her shoulder, spreading her legs further, asking you for more contact.
“Mmmmm, baby girl, you have to beg to get what you want.” You lean over her, placing your hands on either side of her chest, and capturing her lips in a kiss. She flipped herself over underneath you, and began to unbuckle your belt. You tutted her, swatting her hands away. This caused a groan to come from the other woman.
“Please, just want to feel you.” She gave you her best puppy dog eyes, sticking her lower lip out. You dipped your head down to bite the protruding lip, just hard enough to cause her to moan and draw blood.
“You just want to feel? That’s it?” You taunt her, leaning back out of her reach. She made some grabby hands in your direction, shaking her head no.
“I want to feel you all over me…” She whined. “I want you to touch me, to fuck me, please…Y/N.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?” You ask again, wanting to make sure you heard her say it loud and clear.
“Touch me, Y/N. FUCK me, please!”
“Such a fucking dirty girl, demanding like that.” Her admission was the only invitation you needed. You grasped the buckle of your belt, pulling it out of the loops on your pants, before tauntingly sliding your pants down. You climbed up over her, kissing and nipping down her jawline, to her collarbone. You bit and sucked, leaving dark purple bruises along her collar, and straddled her leg so your thigh was slotted in between her legs. You grasped her hips firmly, guiding her up and down your thigh just enough to ease the tension she was feeling, but nowhere near enough to get her to release.
“Fuck, Y/N, please!” She whined, pulling your hair as she tried to guide you to where she wanted you the most.
“As much as I love your begging baby, let me take care of you.” You whisper into her ear, nipping at the shell, and jingling her earrings in your mouth before working your way back down to her chest. You now shift yourself to be fully in between her legs, and begin sucking and tweaking at her pert nipples. She moans as you suck and nibble on one, then the other, switching back and forth until you had given them enough attention for your liking. She keeps trying to push herself against you, and you have to reach one hand down to hold her hips down.
“Behave.” Your tone left no room for error- if she didn’t do as she was told, she would get nothing. She continued to whine as you made your way down her body, nipping and marking every inch of exposed flesh you saw fit. You finally settled in between her legs, running your fingers up and down the inside of her thighs as you watched her essence drip out of her pussy. You nearly go animalistic at the sight, but hold enough restraint to keep teasing.
“So wet for me, Scarlett. You’re a mess, doll.” You mutter, and she whimpers and mewls, one hand playing with her nipple while the other tangled into your hair. She couldn’t even put together a coherent sentence at this point, she was just a babbling mess. You barely traced your finger through her slit, causing her to shake and moan, back arching off the bed.
“FUCCKKKK, Y/N!” Her eyes were pinned shut, and she threw herself back to the bed. You slowly traced your finger over her folds, gathering all the arousal you could, before you plunged one finger into her clenched hole. She released a pornographic moan at the sudden intrusion, finally getting what she wanted.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” you mutter, slowly pumping your finger in, knuckle deep. You curled the finger, finding her spongy spot instantly, causing the woman below you to scream out a string of profanities.
“An…another…please.” She whimpered, placing her hand around your wrist. You slid another finger in, stretching her out slightly, and working her up further. The obscene sounds coming from how wet she was were spurring you on with her whimpers and moans. You felt her clenching around your digits, and slowly worked a third in, spreading her lips open enough to see her clench around your fingers.
“Fuck, so pretty all spread out for me,” You could tell she was close, but you wanted to push just a little bit further. You thrust your fingers at a slower pace, a frustrated groan coming from the woman.
“Faster, please…” she tailed off when you added a fourth finger, leaving your thumb to rub her clit sporadically, sending her mind into a spiral. Her body began to convulse beneath you, and as she began to tighten around you, you withdrew your hand. Her eyes flew open, staring at you as you worked your way back up to her, and she tried to push you back down. You were finally hovering back over her, swooping down and taking her into a breathtaking liplock. It was a kiss you never wanted to pull away from, but you did, begrudgingly. “Please…Y/N… finish me…” she panted, trying to push you by your shoulders back down. You smirk at her desperation, but your own was too great. You wanted to taste her, to feel her cum in your mouth. You begin trailing open mouthed kisses all the way down, before settling back in between her legs. Her fingers raked their way up your upper back, surely leaving marks in their wake.
You kissed around her exposed sex, intentionally leaving out the area she need you the most. You slipped two fingers back into her, groaning at the sloshing noise that came from her waiting pussy. You licked one long stripe up her folds, laying your tongue completely flat against her, causing her hands to fly to the comforter and grip it tightly.
“ooOOOhhh!” She moaned, her body shimmying under the sensation. You buried your tongue deep within her, groaning and rolling your eyes back at her tangy, sweet taste. The moans you were eliciting were sending shockwaves directly to her core, your nose nestled directly against her clit. Every move you made, the tip of your nose brushed against her bundle of nerves, sending her senses into overdrive. Your tongue set a feverish pace, your fingers delving into her sporadically to further stimulate her from the inside.
When she finally felt like she was close, her hands flew to the back of your head, grasping the hair, holding you where she needed you. You slid your hand up to her chest, grabbing hold of her nipple as the other was knuckle deep inside of her, curling against her g-spot. You lapped at her, plunging your tongue in with your fingers, and moving your head around so your nose rubbed against her clit. Her body tensed, and she threw her head back as she silently screamed, the veins in her neck bulging out, as you gently worked her down from her high.
“Fuck, Y/N,” she moaned, as her hands wandered all over your body and hers. You pull her in for a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on your tongue. She moaned at the taste, you groaned into the kiss in response. You pulled away, resting your foreheads together once more. “That’s one hell of an experiment, babe. Maybe I would have passed chemistry if all the lessons were like this.” She laughed, your grip tightening on her hips at the thought of anyone else being like this with her. “I think the experiment went well, don’t you?” She asked, clinging to your body.
“I think the results were inconclusive. We need to test further,” you respond, slipping yourself off the bed, walking to your closet. You will go all night to prove to her that this is more than a social experiment, and you are most certainly glad you ignored your gut this time around.
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Our Fire When We're Together, Mixed With Paranoid Manners
You were able to break free, and finally start your dream. But will the one who matters most make it to the most important night of your life to date? Will she see you the same way?
A/N: Not sure how I feel about this one. Just kind of meh. Let me know what you think. Not proofread.
TW: Mentions of suicide, Anxiety, angst, and fluff. Not smut in this one, sorry :]
You sat on the closed lid to the toilet in your bathroom, stripped down to all but your underwear. Today was a huge day for you. To say you were stressed, was a colossal understatement. You had to get yourself ready for arguably one of the largest days of your life- next to marriage, and you had to do it without your best friend, whom had swore to you that they would be there for when this moment had happened. But of course, in typical fashion your life had decided to throw a massive monkey wrench into that plan, and shit had literally hit the fan while she was out of the country for work. Admittedly, you were proud of how you had handled this up to now, because going through a divorce while starting your dream business was no easy feat. Of course, your best friend, Lizzie, assured you that she was just a phone call away- but that was nothing compared to the calming presence she had when she was around you. You, in your ever so stubborn fashion, had opted to handle all of this yourself, not wanting to bother your best friend for fear of coming across as selfish. Part of you knew that her current fling wouldn’t appreciate you calling constantly, as they were not a fan of how close you and Liz were.
There had always been a tension between you two- you both attended NYU, which is where you had met the blonde, while she was going to school to pursue her budding acting career- you were going to get a business degree after attending a technical school to open your dream automotive shop, building the cars of peoples dreams. There had been an ‘after mid-term’ party that one of your friends had dragged you to, you had wanted to stay in and relax after the strenuous study schedule you had been on. Your friend had convinced you that one night out wouldn’t be the end of you. That is where you met a green eyed, blonde standing by the bar in the corner of the room, chatting up the ‘bartender’ as you had approached. You instantly recognized her from one of your statistics gen-ed classes, and you both picked up small talk, before walking to a quieter corner of the room. You talked all night, before exchanging numbers and continuing your conversations over the span of the remaining semester. You were amazed at how she always came to you with the most doe eyed, expectant expressions on her face, she was never sad to be around you, and vice versa. You both soon realized that you were each others calm, and could talk to each other with no expectations, no judgement, and a mutual respect that made everyone around you envious. Many of your friends became jealous of how easily she fit into your life. But you shrugged it off. You enjoyed her company. Only one of your fiends knew how you really felt- your best guy friend, Jason. He knew that your feelings were a little bit deeper than ‘best friends’, that you really wanted to be with Liz, but he respected that you didn’t want to ruin your friendship over feelings you were certain weren’t reciprocated.
As time went on, you both grew insanely close, and one fateful night you have both been at a party celebrating graduation, and you both were more than intoxicated. You were most definitely the more shy of the two, but given a healthy dose of liquid courage you were known to be a totally different person. You both had woken up in your apartment, sharing the bed naked. You both agreed at that moment that nothing had happened, but deep down, you knew that it wasn’t a ‘nothing’ kind of thing that had happened. But, against your better judgement, you told yourself to push your feelings down, ignore what had happened that night, and continue the relationship as it was. You watched her date guy after guy, further convincing yourself that she will never see you as more than a friend. You began drinking a little bit more, blaming your college years on building your tolerance and not knowing what to do with your new found time after graduating. Liz had moved back to California, jumping right into the acting business, and having her career pick up almost immediately. You were happy for her, you were. You just wished that she could also be happy with you. In the time that you had gotten to know her, she had introduced you to her family. They were hesitant to let you in at first, but knowing how the media had treated her family, particularly the twins, it was understandable.
Over time, you had won over her family, and they accepted you as one of their own. Now that Liz was all over, you often spent time with Mary Kate or Ashley while you were in New York. They could see right through the facade you put on whenever the younger Olsen was around, and knew about your feelings towards her. Every breakup, they would encourage you to say something- you would refuse, not wanting to be a rebound, wanting her to feel better first, and not wanting to jeopardize the relationship you had built. Inevitably, she would find someone almost immediately after, dispelling the “rebound recovery” theory right away, but you continued to support her as time went on.
What you had no idea of, however, was the late night conversations the blonde had with her older sisters, asking them why you didn’t like her the way she wanted, and why you had never capitalized on her failed relationships, swooping in the way she wanted you to, and finally asking you to be together. The day you started to date your now ex-wife, the scowl on her face was priceless. You made fun of her so much, mocking how jealous she was, without really truly realizing how she was, in fact, jealous. When you told her that you were getting married, she told you that it was a bad idea, but wouldn’t stop you. Everyone told you that it was a bad idea, but you ignored the warnings for the sheer desire and contentment you had to have someone, for once, to wake up to in the morning. You never once told your wife about your feelings for Liz, you didn’t dare to. You knew that would be the end of your friendship, and that would defeat the purpose of not saying anything. But- your subconscious had better ideas. Allegedly, your wife had found the diary you had written all your feelings in, the diary your therapist had advised you to start, and in that diary were your admitted feelings for your best friend, written in your hand, in blue and black ink. That coupled with you moaning her name in your sleep for a week straight, led to a confrontation about your feelings for the blonde.
When she gave you the inevitable ultimatum, “It’s me or her,” you chose her, not your wife- arguing that it was a 10 year friendship that can’t just be tossed aside for some ‘teenage feelings’. That’s what has led you to this point. Sitting on your toilet in your single bedroom apartment, thinking over the last year. Lizzie only knows of what you told her- that you were getting a divorce because Lauren, the other blonde in your life, your ex-wife, had been downplaying your dream to start a custom car building shop, and told you to pick a more “conventional” career. It wasn’t wrong- your wife hated the career path you had chosen. The times you would come home covered in car filth, grease, and smelling like paint thinner were too much for her. Despite it being your true passion, she never really supported it. The first time you had built a car out of a friends garage, and entered it into a prestigious regional car show, she didn’t even go with you to showcase the build. But Lizzie did. She was so proud of the moment you won Best in Show, and took you out celebrating afterwards.
After winning that show, you began receiving more and more requests for builds. This warranted you finally opening your dream shop. Liz and her family were proud of the progress you had made, and even helped you front the cost of a tiny shop in a small town upstate, giving you the space you needed to create your dream cars. Today, you received the finalization paperwork for your divorce from the greedy she-devil, as she was now called amongst your friends and family. She made sure to take everything she could from you in an act of spite- causing you to loose the small garage upstate, along with all the equipment, just so you could afford to find a place to put a roof over your head. You were also opening a new, larger shop. You had been working 2 jobs and saving all the money you could to pay for all the equipment and the space you needed, and today is the day you were supposed to open it to the world, with the unveiling of your latest build.
“Y/N/N, you know I will always be there. When your new shop opens, I swear I will be there for you. That was your dream, that’s what you went to school for. I remember the nights we would sit and bullshit, and we would talk about our dreams. You have been nothing but amazing, and supportive of me living mine- it’s only right for me to do the same.” Lizzie rubbed your shoulder, reassuring you before she flew out for Hong Kong for filming.
In all your talks in college, she had never really alluded to a dream car, necessarily. But she always referred to a car that had been in her family, that an uncle had sold, despite the family not wanting the car to leave the family. You had searched, and found such a car like she described, but it had been in rough condition. Knowing there was no way keep it original, you found a way to combine the car for what it was for the family, into something that Lizzie would drive. Or so you hoped. You converted the car to a hybrid electric system, as the engine had been completely seized form years of sitting. No one knew of what you built, but you invited the whole family to the opening, with the intention of unveiling this car to them, and giving it to Liz. But now, she can’t be there.
“Lizzieeeeeeeee, you said you would be there for me. I can’t do this without you!” You groaned at the computer screen, currently on a video call with your best friend. You slammed your head to the table next to the computer, shaking the screen, and making the blonde laugh in response.
“I know, hun. I have literally tried everything short of saying my entire family died to be able to take a small break to fly back. They are adamant on me doing these reshoots now, they can’t wait.” You groaned again, leaning back in the chair and letting your head fall completely backwards. You were honestly having a teenage tantrum.
“Fine, Liz. You’re lucky I love you. But you owe me.” You fire back, ignoring the pang in your heart, and the desire to tell her you really, truly love her.
“I know, Y/N. I love you, and I am so sorry I can’t be there for you this time. I hope I can make it up to you.”
You started the shower, finally willing yourself to get cleaned up and ready for the night. You had been at the shop, putting the finishing touches on the surprise for the night, ensuring that it was perfect. Once you were satisfied that you were clean enough, and had washed away enough tension to continue, you stepped out of your small shower, staring yourself down in the mirror. You were a ragged version of yourself, the stress of the divorce and the shop closing and reopening taking its toll. The video calls with Liz were few and far between, and you always sat in a darker room, so she wouldn’t worry about your now slim frame. You had honestly just quit drinking, and began working out, so you were now extremely toned in comparison to a year ago, but you were also a shocking 70 lbs. lighter, and you looked like a zombie due to the lack of sleep. The twins gave you a full ration of shit, telling you that they needed to make up for the younger sibling not being here to do it herself. If Lizzie saw you, you’re not sure what she would say. She had commented that your face looked weird, but hadn’t seen you entirely to know the extent of the last years dramatics and their toll on you.
Dressing yourself in a tight fitting black button up Dickies shirt, rolling up the sleeves for your now tattooed arms to show, and a pair of dark blue jeans, ruffling your hair and applying your choice cologne, you deemed yourself as ready as you could be for the night. You made sure to pick a place where you didn’t live far from the shop, so you could easily walk to work. Tonight, however, you decided to slip on your helmet and ride the motorcycle everyone chastised you for. Wedging your aviator sunglasses in between your helmet and their respective position on your ears, you fired the bike up, and took off down the street. You bobbed in and out of the traffic that was present, pulling into the large warehouse parking lot, noticing that a few people had already shown up to help set up.
You pulled the motorbike around back, and set the helmet on your handle bars, tousling your hair in the mirror of the bike, before using your keycard to walk into the back door of the shop. You don’t know how you had been so lucky, but the demand from your first car show has left you with an almost full shop of projects, not shortage of work in the foreseeable future. You were beyond grateful, but wished your best friend was here to see this. You see some tables set up at the far end of the shop, and a little soapbox type stage, you had requested this be built into the shop because you wanted an excuse to play music on random occasions and didn’t want the hassle of dealing with a bar. You were glad you had decided to cover the gift car, since the twins were both running around, setting up the food and drinks they had brought with them.
“Y/N!” Ashley had now noticed your arrival, running over and jumping onto you, hugging you tightly. “I am so damn proud of you. This place is amazing, even though it is…nerdy.” She scrunched her face, she never understood the passion you held in cars, but never held it against you.
“Thanks, Ash. I can’t believe this is really happening.” You respond, kicking your feet on the concrete floor, looking down at your feet.
“Oh, you best believe it, Y/N/N. We’re so proud of you, hun.” Your moms voice came from behind you, and you quickly turned on your heel, hugging her tightly.
“Thanks, ma. I love you.” You whisper, before letting her go to mill around and see the projects you have to work on. Guests slowly started to filter in, some of the owners of the cars now being housed in your garage coming up and congratulating you, and inspecting different aspects of the shop, curiosity overtaking them to see where their dream cars will be built. The dull thrum of music came through the shops speakers, and you made sure to thank everyone that came through the door for coming by. You held out a glimmer of hope that one particular blonde would show up, albeit fashionably late, but she never did.
“I see you keep watching the door, Y/N.” MK bumped your arm, as you were staring out from the loft above the shop, observing the 100 or so people below milling around, talking animatedly about their projects. Your dull expression on a night that should be one of your happiest, she frowned at the lack of excitement on your face.
“I miss her, MK. I wish she was here with us. It’s been almost a year.” You responded, swirling the drink in your hand, allowing your gaze to get lost in the swirl of amber alcohol within it. This was the first taste of any alcohol you had in months, so you decided to treat yourself.
“I know, we all do. But I know that this has been rough not having her here through everything you’ve been through the last year.” Her hand came to rest on your shoulder, gently rubbing it, calming you slightly.
“Yeah, it’s been challenging, to say the least.”
“Y/N?” MK asked, turning her back to walk to one of the leather arm chairs in your new office. She straddled the arm, sitting on it and staring right through you.
“Hmm?” You turned around, setting the glass on the railing as you gripped the railing behind you, leaning against it.
“Tell her. When you see her next. Put yourself out of the misery, and tell her how you feel.” Your eyes widened at her request, rather- demand.
“I can’t, MK. You know that. She’s never going to see me the way I see her, and I can’t loose her as a friend.” She nodded, looking down at her ring clad hands that are resting in her lap.
“Y/N. I can’t tell you how she will react, but I promise you, that you mean too much to her for her to let you go. You won’t loose her, Y/N. But you’ve got to tell her. You’ve been given a second chance here. Take it.” With that, she stood, grabbing the glass of club soda next to her, and walking back downstairs. You stalked over to your desk, sitting yourself down in your chair, and spinning around to the wall of photos behind your desk.
You found yourself getting lost in the stories behind each snapshot on the wall, replaying the visions that came with them. You weren’t sure how long you had been there, reliving the memories on the wall behind your desk, but a gentle hand on your shoulder quickly brought you out of your trance, making you jump slightly.
“Shouldn’t you be enjoying everyones company, Y/N? I believe they call it, ‘business networking?’ ” A familiar tone came from behind you, and you flew out of your chair, throwing yourself in the direction of the voice you had craved to hear all night.
“You said you couldn’t come tonight. I thought you were still in Hong Kong.” You whispered into her neck, not letting her go for fear she would suddenly disappear. “I missed you, Lizzie.”
“I missed you more, Y/N. I promised I wouldn’t miss this. But I wanted to surprise you.” She smiled as you pulled away finally baring yourself to your best friend, who had been absent from your present life for the last year. She was dressed in a simple black tee, blue jeans and sneakers- but to you, the simplest of outfits on her made her look stunning. She gave you a once over, frowning at your current state. “My god, Y/N, you don’t look well. You’re skin and bone compared to when I saw you last.”
“Uhm, yeah, but I’m ok.. I lost 70 lbs. Between the stress of the divorce, and building this place, handling all the upcoming work, and building the project down there, I haven’t really been myself, Liz. Especially not without my bestie around.” You showed her a small smile, nudging her arm. She frowned slightly at your admission, shaking her head. “The only thing that kept me going was… that project.” You hesitated, wanting to disclose that the true reason you kept going was her.
“Y/N, you have to take care of yourself.” She stepped closer to you again, grabbing your arm, rubbing it up and down, calming you instantly. Her viridescent eyes looked straight into yours, and you honestly found yourself getting lost in the seas before you. “Am I going to have to tote you around with me, take you everywhere I go so I can make sure you’re ok?” She laughed, lightly slapping your arm.
“Actually…” you smirk, laughing as her jaw drops and she hits you harder on the arm.
“Ass!” She laughs, grabbing you arm and pulling you back in for a hug.
“Well, Liz…you’re just in time for me to go down and show everyone my extra special secret project.”
Her eyebrow raised, and you swore that you could’ve died just then. “Extra special secret project? Are you 12?” She chuckled, shaking her head.
“Wha? No!!” You looked at her, incredulous that she would say that to you. Her face dropped at your panic, and you smiled her way, earning an eye roll from her. “Its special because of who it reminds me of, and who it’s for.”
“You built it for someone?!” Now it was her turn to look dumbfounded. “Who? Is it a secret client?” She emphasized the secret part, jumping up and down while clapping her hands together. She looked over the half wall to the crowd milling below. “It’s them, it’s totally them. I know it.” She pointed at someone in the people on the lower level. You laughed, approaching her and sliding your hand over her lower back, leaning against the wall and observing everyone happily chatting and enjoying the food and drink.
“I can assure you, it isn’t them. But to say that this person is my first client would be true. I’ve wanted to build this for them for a while now. For all that they did for me.” She turned in to look at you, and you watched the glint in her eyes. You swore that you saw something in her eyes, as she opened her mouth like she was going to say something. She quickly shut her mouth, and looked back to the group of people beneath you. You grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the stairs. You led her down the stairs, your hands still linked. When the twins caught sight of this, they both smirked your way, but you shook your head. The frown that overtook MK’s face was deep, as she set her face in a deep scowl. You mouthed “not now,” getting her to relax slightly before you pushed their younger sister over to them.
Approaching the small stage in the corner of the room, the roar in the room started to soften as the occupants noticed you approaching the microphone stand.
“Good Evening everyone,” you remove the mic from the stand, pushing the stand out of your personal bubble. There is a muffled response from everyone who has now turned to face you. Your eyes scanned the room, finding that the people who meant the most were all in a row together, at the back of the crowd. Lizzie was sandwiched in between her sisters, with Dave and Jarnie standing behind the twins. Your mom was next, with your dad standing with his arm around her shoulder. Some of your friends from college, from technical school and beyond. “I want to thank everyone for coming out here tonight, some of you came from out of state, and it means a lot to me that you could make it.” You lock your eyes on Lizzie, sending her a wink abhor moving on, walking around the small stage.
“This has been a long time coming, opening up a dream business that I have been passionate about since I was young. Building cars has been a passion of mine since elementary school. I hope that this passion continues to show in the work that is driven out of those doors.” You motion, pointing at the garage doors by the unveiling area you had designed in the shop. You continue to dive into the passion and the reasoning behind this decision to open a shop like this, as well as thanking the people who helped to get you to where you are now. “Now, as you can see, there are plenty of cars in here to occupy my time for a while, and I am sure in everyones chatting tonight that you all have realized that the majority of the owners of these cars are here tonight…” you gesture out to the racks of cars that were in various stages of being worked on. “… and I would like to thank each and every owner for trusting me with these projects, and having the faith in me to put their dreams forth and turn these cars into a reality.” You walked down off the stage, as everyone claps.
“Now, the project that has been occupying my time of late, the vehicle that will christen this shop as the first vehicle to leave that rollup door, is a special vehicle to someone who has proved to be very important to me, and whose family has welcomed me as one of their own.” You look up, noticing the reaction of the family you were speaking of. “You may be asking, Y/N, what about your parents? They’re here too. Well, the answer is simple. Ive built those cars in thanks already. Those cars are the reason I have a client base now.” You gesture towards the trio of cars that were built for your parents. “This car, is for my ‘adopted’ family. I found out about this car, in my multiple late night discussions with that young lady, over there.” You point in Lizzies direction, and the rooms attention shifts towards the Olsen family. “This woman has become one of my absolute best friends, after meeting her in business school at NYU. For the last ten years, she has been with me through absolutely everything.” She blushed and scrunched her nose, as you waved her up to you.
“This is the car I saw in so many family photos, and heard stories of driving around with their grandpa and dad before it needed to be sold. It reminds me so much of the story of that vehicle over there, and how I felt when it disappeared outside of the family.” You pointed at the same 1955 Chevy that was your grandfathers, that was sold and broke your family’s collective heart. When you were able to track down the same vehicle, you fixed it, and surprised your parents by driving up to their house in it. Your mom was in tears, it was her fathers car, his baby from the time he bought it when she was in middle school. The significance of it, being that is was the same year her oldest sibling was born. Your grandfathers first child. SO when it left the family, it was truly heartbreaking.
“Loosing that 55 was difficult on the family, because it becomes a family member. So saying that I understood how hard it was for this family to loose a family member, is an understatement.” You walk over to the vehicle, inviting the rest of the Olsens up to stand behind it. “None of them knew about this build, till now.” You turn and smile, taking in the shocked faces of the family, noticing the mixed emotions of what may lay below the satin sheet. “Now, I did take some liberty here, and designed it for a changing world. I designed it knowing the things that are important to the person I wanted to gift this to.” You smile, looking over at the blonde beside you. The look on her face was one of astonishment. “It may seem sacrilegious for some, but the condition I found this vehicle in, I couldn’t save the powertrain. So, considering how hard it is to find an original powertrain for this car, I did what I felt was best. I made it more powerful, but better for the environment. I was able to make this vehicle a hybrid.” You gesture, walking over to a corner of the sheet, waving Lizzie to follow. She looked over the vehicle before looking at you with tears in her eyes. You handed her the corner of the fabric, and told her to pull it towards the corner. She nodded, wiping the tears away that had fallen, before she pulled the fabric off the car, revealing a black 1961 Ferrari Spyder. She immediately dropped the fabric, covering her mouth as she cried seeing the vehicle that she spoke so emphatically about. The twins, Jarnie and Dave all crying, as the vehicle, like the old Chevy to your mom, was her dads car growing up.
The room began to mill around, looking at the vehicle, as you lifted the hood to reveal a hybrid electric power plant, and Lizzie came up and wrapped her arms around you from behind.
“Why?” She whispered, causing goosebumps to erupt across your body. “You didn’t need to do this, you know.”
“You deserve it. Your family, they deserve it too. You’ve been there for me, more than anyone ever has. So many times you pulled me from a dark place, and you have no idea how much I appreciate that, because had you not been there, I would not be here today.” Your eyes get misty as you pull her away towards a farther corner of the room.
“What do you mean, Y/N?” She asks, not fully understanding the depth of what needs to be said.
“I’ll tell you later. First, I want you and your dad to go take a ride in your new old car.” You say, smiling as you hand her the keys.
“Y/N, you can’t be serious. You built it for me? This, this is mine?” Her hand was shaking as she reached for the keys.
“Yes. Yes it is.” You shook your head, slipping the keys into her hand.
“But, wha…what about mom and dad?” She asked, gesturing towards them, as they looked over the vehicle, Jarnie sitting in the passenger seat.
“I already asked them, they agree. This is your car.” She whipped her head in your direction at the admission.
“They knew about this?”
“Not to the extent that I did, but they knew I bought your grandpas car back. I had to ask them for the records to the car to find it.”
“You sneaky fucking shit,” she laughed at you, smacking your chest.
“Go, enjoy it. We can talk when you get back,” you smile at her, before she went running over and hugging her mom and dad. You smiled at the interaction between the three.
“You did good, hun.” Your mom says, coming up and hugging you. “It’s a beautiful car.”
“Thanks, ma. I appreciate it.” You smile, hugging her tight.
“Now, Y/N… when are you going to tell the poor girl how you feel?” It was your turn to look absolutely stunned. “Y/N, honey, I know how you feel about her. It’s obvious. I may not have accepted the fact that you were gay at first, but I know you better than anyone. You and her, you’re crazy about each other, and you both keep running around it, and avoiding it. Tell Liz how you feel. She feels the same way.”
“Ma, I know. What is this, gang up on Y/N day? MK said the same thing to me not even 2 hours ago.”
“Because it’s true, Y/N. Don’t be stupid, look where that got you with your last relationship.” She scolded, before walking away. You stood there stunned at what your mother had just told you. You knew that she didn’t like your now ex-wife. You just thought that was in part to her not agreeing with you being gay. But it wasn’t. She just hated your ex. You let out a deep sigh, jumping when a hand lands on your shoulder.
“What was that about?” MK asked, raising her eyebrow like she really knew the answer.
“You two are teaming up on me. I swear.” You grumble.
“Because we care? And because we know. Believe me, I know Lizzie better than anyone.”
“What does that even mean??” You groan.
“Y/N, don’t be dense. Just wo-man up and say it.” You grimace at the statement.
“Ew. Don’t ever say wo-man up ever, ever again.” She laughs before walking away, just as the black convertible pulls back into the garage. Lizzie is grinning from ear to ear, and her dad is too.
“This isn’t what we had anticipated when you asked for information about the car, Y/N/N.” Jarnie slid in next to you, still staring at the car on the other end of the shop. “We thought you were going to leave it as-is. This is better than we all had imagined. They look so happy.” She smiled, taking in the sight of the three girls and their dad around the car.
“It was your dads car, what do you think?” You ask, nudging the eldest Olsen.
“It’s perfect, Y/N. Especially for Liz.” You turn and give the woman a hug, before she walks over to where the twins stood. You decide to let them look everything over, and dismiss yourself through the crowd, shanking hands and briefly speaking with those who stopped you on the way upstairs to your office. With how the last year has been, you find yourself reflecting by yourself more often. You see some people begin to filter their way out, at this point the party had been going on for roughly 4 hours. You again found yourself behind your desk, staring into space, not noticing the new presence in the room.
“I was told you needed to speak to me.” The voice of your best friend rang out from behind you.
“You were told, huh?” You smile, turning in your chair to face your best friend, who sat herself down in the chair across from you, the desk now in between.
“More like, directed to come up here by your mom, my mom and my sisters.” She said, laughing. You rolled your eyes at their insistence.
“Of course, they’re seriously annoying me tonight.”
“Oh? How come?”
“It’s nothing, Liz.” She shook her head in response.
“What were you talking about earlier, Y/N? When you said you wouldn’t be here?”
“What I meant, was that you were what kept me going, Liz.” You let out a deep sigh, shifting your gaze to the floor beside the actress. “I was so close, so many times, to calling it quits. You always had a way of pulling me out of it. Sometimes I would get your text in the middle of my meltdown, or a phone call because you just wanted to catch up.” You laugh a watery laugh. “The last time we spoke on the phone, you had called at one of the worst times for me.” Her face shifted to one of confusion and concern.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you remember the last phone call, not video call, we had?”
“Yeah, you told me in that call that you and she-devil were getting a divorce. I tried to video call you instead but you kept declining it.”
“Yeah. I kept declining it because I was on the edge, Liz. I didn’t want you to see me like that. But you called without knowing something was going on. And hearing your voice, made me picture you. You saved me that night. Otherwise the next time you saw me, it would have been in a casket.” She stood, moving towards you and kneeling before you in your chair.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N? I had no idea…” she trailed off. You wiped your face with the back of your hand, sniffling at the admission.
“Because Liz, I didn’t want to be a burden. I knew if you found out, you would up and leave what you were doing. I didn’t want to be that friend, that made you leave a movie that you had been so happy about landing.”
“Y/N, I would have left because you mean the world to me. I would have rather left than finding out you killed yourself and never got the chance to k… see you again.” She stumbled over the last bit of the sentence, catching your attention.
“Lizzie,” you took her hands, spinning the ring on her pointer finger in your hand. “I do need to tell you something.”
“Ok. But only if I can tell you something afterwards.” You shake your head, acknowledging her request. Taking a deep breath, you push back from her, afraid to see the reaction she has to you. Standing, you walk away, closing the door to the office, and pushing the button by your light switch for the blinds to come down. You pace back and forth, before settling on a spot, and turning to look at your best friend. She was now standing behind your desk, with her arms crossed, a concerned look strewn across her features.
“Lizzie,” you start, your heart beat seemingly pounding louder and louder. “You’re one of the best people in my life, and you quickly became one of the most important to me. No matter what you think, I can’t loose you, as a friend…” you start as she shifts her weight from one leg to another. “But, I need to tell you, that I love you. Not just as my best friend, not just as a person. I really truly love you.” You say, your eyes darting over to gauge her reaction. Her face remained stoic, she was certainly giving you her best Wanda expression. She ran her hand through her hair, taking a deep breath, before looking down. You began to panic, unsure of how she was reacting.
“Y/N,” she started, her voice smaller than normal. She suddenly surged forwards, wrapping her arms behind your neck. “I love you too. I have, for a while.” She responded, as your face went from sullen and distant to hopeful. She leaned in, ghosting her lips against yours. “But I want you to make the first move.” She smirked, pulling away ever so slightly to look into your eyes. You looked for any sense or indication of being hesitant, finding none. Bringing your hand up to grab her behind her head, you pull her towards you, placing your other hand on the small of her back, and flushing her body against yours. Lowering your head, you press your lips against hers, sealing your confessions in a slow kiss. You both continued, slowly, passionately, before you separated and rested your foreheads against each others.
“How long, Liz?” You asked, grabbing hold of her hands, playing with her fingers.
“A month after we met, I knew something was different. But I was also scared of my feelings, scared of my parents, and how everyone may react. But watching you marry Lauren, that was one of the most difficult nights of my life. At that point I thought that I had lost you, and I was never going to forgive myself. I knew that after the night we woke up together in the same bed, I should have told you how I felt. Maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have driven you to someone else.”
“Liz, you didn’t though. I should have said something sooner. I didn’t want to loose you.”
“You have the chance now, Y/N. Don’t loose me now.” She responds, before you crash your lips to hers in a much more sloppy, heated kiss. You quickly took over, directing all the passion and emotion into the kiss, pushing her smaller frame against your desk. You feel her smile into the kiss, biting your lip before pulling away. “You have no idea how long I have waited for that, Y/N.”
You smiled, pulling her in for a tight hug, nestling your face into the crook of her neck, her arms wrapped around the back of your neck, fingers laced in your hair.
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you, Liz.”
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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 1
You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.
Here it is, the first story. Chapter numero uno. No smutty stuff yet, but it'll be incoming. If y'all like it, I'll keep posting. It will be a series. A long one, the plot needs to thicken. Bonus points if you can tell where the lyrics are from XD
3K Word Count
Chapter One- Are You At One, Or Do You Lie?
You stood on a patio, gripping your fresh mug of coffee as you gazed out towards the vast landscape that lay to the front of you. Sleep had eluded you all night, and when the decision had finally been made that you weren’t going to receive a restful slumber- you groggily made your way to the kitchen of mountain home for a source of fuel. Bundled in your favorite zip up hoodie and some fleece lined sweatpants, you made a strong cup of coffee and slowly made your way to the best part of the home (at least, to you).
This place you called home was far from most’s idea of humble and conservative, but to you it was a dream, and it was the perfect place to escape your tiny city apartment. Those who you trusted enough to bring here, upon their first visit could not believe that the slummy 600 sqft. apartment you slept in within city limits belonged to the same person who owned this chateau. It was easily ten times the size, housed your selection of transport handily- and allowed you to tinker and build to your hearts desire- in your free time.
Free time was a concept that had eluded you the past 8 months. This was the first time you had been able to escape the demanding requests of what allowed you such luxuries- your job that you had once loved. It allowed you to live this lifestyle of multiple residences, cars of your dreams, and a comfortable living since your early graduation from college, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for that. Of late, the very job you swore you owed your happiness and gratitude for had completely drained you of all satisfaction you once held. The switch to a new management company and new bosses has made your life a living hell, and you were simply exhausted. You had spent the last year helping to roll everything over for this new ownership group, working tirelessly and many times staying at your corner office in a posh downtown Los Angeles high-rise, sleeping on the sofa that sat across desk.
Being a high ranking executive officer for a government-trusted security firm, you saw everything. The early exit from college sent you straight to the military- quickly earning the respect of all around you, and you worked the ranks within your 6 years in the US Army as fast as anyone ever had- particularly for a woman. Holding the title of a three star general was sheer insanity, with which no one thought it was a possibility to obtain a rank that high, that quickly- not without the drama and rumors, at least. That is what made you discharge with honors, quickly accepting your current position as the Chief Executive to Internal Affairs, which was a fancy way of saying you were in charge of the clean-up. You handled all internal affairs, information leaks, and other messes that someone’s lackadaisical attitude or poor judgment had created. You were also a secret weapon, of sorts. Many mistook your title as one where your hands never got dirty, you would have someone handle your “dirty work”. Oh, the fact that you handled it personally messed with many of the poor soul’s minds with whom you had to scour their mistakes and tie up any loose ends.
You were leaning up against one of the main support logs with your steaming cup, a timber that held the weight of a massive roofline, shielding your best mountain view from too much weather. The only lights on were the under cabinet lights in your kitchen, which was 30 or so feet behind you, behind a wall of glass that you demanded the house be built around. You had all but built the majority of the house yourself, the lack of control was too much- only contracting out the major structural aspects and work that was too involved for you to do alone. You had also purchased a fair amount of land surrounding your escape, to the tune of a few thousand acres. You wanted to ensure the utmost in privacy, and also security. Your career ensured that you made more than a lifetimes worth of enemies, as you more often than not cost them their jobs, at least.
Sometimes you cost people all but their lives, but made them wish you had just taken that instead. To this you had long since steeled your emotions to this, as it was a part of the business. The land included a large lake- so even on frigid night like tonight, you found solace in coming outside with something to warm your hands, while gazing at the reflection of the mountains and the nighttime sky reflecting in its calm waters, your boat barely moving against its dock. As you found yourself becoming more and more entranced by the view in front of you, the ever so slightly lightening of the sky before you and the vibration of the watch on your wrist told you that you needed to try and get at lest a few hours sleep, so you begrudgingly turned around, and placed the half empty mug of coffee in the sink, before slinking over to your sofa and flinging your exhausted form onto it, and turning into its back for a nap. Today was going to be a big day, so you needed some rest.
Your eyes opened right before your alarm went off on your cell phone, and you slowly sat up and groaned, muttering a “fuck” to yourself before standing up and stretching your sore body. You shuffled off to the master suite upstairs, quickly discarding the hoodie and sweatpants before walking into the shower to fire up its multitude of jets and shower heads with steaming water. You desperately needed to rinse off the lack of restful sleep and freshen up for your day. You grabbed a fresh towel from the linen cabinet that towered next to your side of the sprawling double vanity. The combination of wood and stone always calmed you- and it was evident in how this home was designed.
The shower you stepped inside of appeared as thought it had been cut out of a mountainside- with stone ledges holding all of your favorite soaps, shampoos and conditioners, and made you feel like you were showering in a waterfall. As the water cascaded and massaged at your aching form, you grabbed onto your soap of choice for the day, and lathered it all over your tattooed, chiseled body. Your parents had never been happy with your decision to tattoo the majority of your body, particularly the back of your neck. That had been the final straw of disappointment from you- they haven’t spoken to you since. Your childhood was highly conservative, as your dad was a southern, religious and military man himself, and your mom was the epitome of a housewife. She would bend to his opinion and will, as though she had no say of her own. While you deeply loved your mother, you could not stand to see how her opinions and values disappeared over time- being taken over by your strict fathers.
It’s not that you really mind that they cut you out- as you had always longed for your own sense of being, and hated living in your fathers shadow. The tattoos were at first seen as “acting out”, but they quickly realized that it went further than that, and you weren’t going to hear any of their disapproval regarding what you did with your body. The short hair dyed in any and every color, piercings that came and went, and ink were your way of displaying your current state. As you turned around to shut off the water, you reached out of the veil of steam that was flowing around the shower, and grabbed the towel hung on a convenient rack just on the outside of the showers walls, made to look like dead wood. You peered over at the large mirror, slicking back the dark brown and blonde streaked hair, leaning on the counter to truly see how exhausted you look. “You look like hell, Y/L/N.” You say to yourself in the mirror, before carrying on with your morning routine.
Opting for a navy blue pinstripe suit, with a black button up, you mussed your hair in the mirror, giving it your signature tousled look, before turning to weave the brown belt through the loops around your trim waist. You grabbed the matching pair of brown shoes out of your walk in closet, and slipped them onto your feet before turning and looking at your appearance in the mirror. You had always been an athletic kid, and the myriad of sports you were involved in growing up allowed you the luxury of a muscular build on your tall frame. You weren’t insanely tall, average for your family, but taller than most. You looked down as your watch vibrated on your wrist, reminding you that you needed to leave soon- otherwise your commute to work would take you past your typical start time, which was not the impression you wanted to set for the new bosses. You quickly spun around on the hardwood floor, grabbing your cologne from the wooden shelf, and spraying it onto your pulse point and wrists before grabbing the keys hanging below and making your way out of the bedroom and towards the other wing of your house- where all your toys were kept.
Typically you wouldn’t escape unless you had at least a few days to spend here, as this was seriously out of your way for a commute to work. But you needed the respite. Work had been abnormally stressful for you, as you were planning for a massive undertaking at work- a new security project that required the best of the best- so you were “volunteered” to be the only person for this mystery operation. You arrived in the warehouse of vehicles that were varying degrees of extravagance- from classic cars to modern exotics, you had your bases covered. You walked past them all, climbing a spiral staircase the the opposite end of the garage, and opening a hefty steel door and walking out to your helicopter. Your days in the military afforded you many things- a pilots license being one of them. You quickly climbed inside, placing the headset hanging from the ceiling next to you onto your head, and grabbing the aviator sunglasses on the seat next to you before switching all the necessary toggles and firing up the machine. You announced your presence to the nearby air traffic control tower- located in the neighboring city, before gently pulling the joystick between your legs and slowly raising the vehicle off of the ground, and up towards the city. The two hour flight to work would be plenty of time for you to get your mind into work mode.
You swiftly landed the helicopter on the rooftop of your workplace, only to be greeted by your new boss, as well as your assistant, Kris, waiting for you a safe distance off of the helipad. You hopped out of the copter, re-buttoning the top buttons of your pinstripe blazer, and walking towards the pair. Kris gently smiled your way, handing you a large cup of coffee, for which you were thankful. You nodded her way, raising your eyebrows so they could just be seen above your glasses as you too a sip of the liquid, then letting out a long sigh after swallowing the drink.
“Thank you.” You spoke quietly, and turned to your direct supervisor to shake his hand.
“Y/L/N. Good Morning, we have a lot to do today. I hope you are prepped and ready.” He lifted his head slightly, as he tried to make it like he was taller, so he could look down towards you.
“Yessir. I’ve been prepared for the last two months, sir.” You replied curtly as he turned and stalked back to the doorway that would descend back down to the executive level of the office.
“You look like shit, Y/N…” Kris whispered to you as you both walked behind your boss, a slight look of worry on her face. She had been one of the first people you met after you discharged from the military, and moved to Los Angeles. You had actually gotten her this job as your new assistant as she was one of the few you knew you could trust, and your former assistant had kept trying your patience and trust. She was dressed up more than usual, wearing a tight black pencil skirt, that fell just below her knees. It was slightly split up the back, and allowed you the slightest view of her toned thighs. She wore a dark green blouse, and her blonde hair was wrapped up in a bun, with her black glasses framing her piercingly grey eyes. That was the first thing you had noticed about the woman when you first met- how her eyes seemed to be so colorless, yet full of emotion. You both had tried the whole relationship thing- but with your lack of comfort within yourself to fully admit you were gay, and years of pretending you weren’t, being in the military and with your conservative parents- you had both decided that you couldn’t be together, but were mature enough to recognize that you both were good friends, and wouldn’t let the failed attempt ruin your friendship. But, the brief glimpse beyond your hardened, tattooed exterior allowed her to read you like a fucking book. And you hated it.
“Thanks, Sherlock.” You smirked over your coffee cup, as you approached the elevator to take you down towards your office.
“You’re working too much.” She stated flatly.
“No, I’m only doing what is necessary.” You state, and she rolls her eyes as you peel the glasses off your face, setting them on top of your hair. You briefly glance her direction to notice she rolls her eyes at you before the doors ding open, leading you towards a long marble lined hallway flanked by frosted glass doors and windows. You both walked towards the door that led you to your office.
“You never fly to McCall unless you can stay for a period of time. You flew there to stay the night? That’s not like you.” She was walking in front of you to be able to open the door before you approached it.
“Yeah, so? It’s my house. I can go if I want. What made you so sure I went there in the first place?” You asked pointedly, not meaning to come out that rude as you crossed the threshold to your office.
“Your car was still in the parking garage when I left last night. I came back up to check on you, but you were gone. I went upstairs and the heli was gone.” She narrowed her eyes in your direction. She always warned you not to burn the candle at both ends, but you did it anyways.
“You don’t need to check on me. I’m a grown ass woman, I will do what I need to for my job.”
“Y/N, this isn’t about work. You need to take care of you.” She spits back pointedly, before spinning on her heels and walking back out the door towards her office next door. You sighed, rubbing your hands on your face, before removing the blazer adorning your shoulders, and unbuttoning the cuffs to your black dress shirt, allowing you to slightly roll up the sleeves to show some of your inked skin. The holster you wore on your hip that housed your work pistol came off, to be sat next to your on your desk. You sat rather heavily into your large leather chair, taking a deep breath and opening your laptop to begin checking your emails.
You scrolled through every email, skimming them over, deleting the unnecessary ones, forwarding ones to Kris that she could handle, and finally your eyes fell upon the email you knew was coming. There was an attachment that was rather large, and you had to print it off before slipping it into a file and making your way towards the board room two floors down. You heard Kris’s door open as you opted to go down the stairs instead, and opened the door to lead you down towards your next assignment. You took the opportunity to glance at the file as you swiftly descended the stairs, and right as you approached the door to the correct floor, it opened up- causing your eyes to dart up and be met with a discontent gaze of your best friend. You blankly stared back as you walked by her, and made your way to the board room.
“Did you read any of that file yet?” She asked, shuffling a little bit quicker to catch up with you.
“Some of it, yes. Why are the names redacted? I have the highest security clearance of anyone here.” You turned to your assistant, who shrugged her shoulders, narrowing her eyes as she reached for the folder, to open the pages and confirm what you had already stated. You approached the door to the boardroom, the occupants of the room were obscured by heavily frosted glass, but you could hear a faint conversation. Kris shrugged, not knowing why, and stepped around you, to grab the door and hold it open for you. As you step inside the room, your eyes glance from person to person, astutely taking in their demeanors as your gaze bounces from person to person. First, your bosses, who were starting at you expectantly, and then to the people in the room you had no clue of- except one.
“Are you ready to start, Y/L/N?” The owner of your company asked. Your eyes remained locked onto the blonde bombshell sitting at the far end of the table, surrounded by people you assume are her assistants. You sit down at the opposite end of the table, without breaking eye contact.
“I thought we were a government military contractor, not some for-hire security outfit.” You state coldly as you sat next to your boss. He glared back at you, giving you the impression that this was not the time.
“We’re not for hire. But when someone asks for the best, they ask for us- more specifically, you, Y/L/N.” He quipped back. “And I shouldn’t have to remind you, that in this business- money talks. Back to business,” He says pointedly in your direction, earning a smirk from both blondes in your presence.
(CHAPTER 2)
A/N: Nothing like making your boss call you out in a meeting, amiright? Let me know what you think!
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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 16
You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.
A/N: Shorter chapter, as I work through some of the thick stuff. TW- torture/abuse, brief mention of coma, blood. Definite angst.
2.2K Word Count
“Now, aren’t you glad that you moved into these luxury apartments, that have… Every. Unit. Soundproofed?” He punctuated each word by cinching the knots on your hands and feet tighter before he tied your waist down to the base of the chair. “I’m not even going to bother trying to keep you quiet, no one will hear you anyway.”
“What do you mean, Waters…” you tapered off as he disappeared behind you. You grimaced as you felt cold steel at the base of your neck, a shiver being sent down your spine as he trailed it down your neck and he walked back in front of you. You could feel a slight warmth and a drip, so you knew he drew blood. “Waters, what are you doing? Do you think this is going to change anything?” You asked, watching as he took his time tracing some of your visible tattoos with the blade in his hand. At this point, you were glad you told Kris an hour. “This is only going to make things worse for you, Waters.”
“Shut. UP.” He snarled at you, before hooking the buttons of your shirt with the end of the knife, and slowly working it up, popping the buttons and sending them flying in various directions across your kitchen. “How about, you just keep that disgusting mouth of yours shut, hmmm?” He leaned in a wry smile on his features. “I think it’s been long overdue for you to get your last lesson, what do you think?” He ran the blade along the side of your face, giving you a cut that mirrored the scar that now ran along his face. In your research, you found out he had been involved in a nasty prison brawl that resulted in him receiving a large laceration on his face.
“Fuck off.” You growled back.
“Tsk tsk… such a shame.” He ran the blade again along your cheek, a sharp pain emanating as he cut from the bridge of your nose to the apex of your cheekbone. “You could have been good. Really good.” He continued to run the blade over various parts of your body but was concentrating on your face and neck, which made you extremely nervous. He suddenly grabbed your face, roughly, squeezing your jaw in a vise-like grip, forcing you to look at him. You watched as he brought the 12-inch blade up and felt him trace your jawline, before bringing the blade up and digging it into the scar on your eyebrow from all those years ago.
“Fuck!” You yelled as he dug the blade deeper, cutting further than your original scar had. You felt the blood begin to run down your face, burning as it pooled in your eye, blurring your vision. He laughed maniacally as you wiggled in the chair, working your wrists together to try and loosen the rope, which felt like it was only getting tighter. “Waters, just leave her alone. She was…she was just doing what she was paid to do. She isn’t even Russian, Waters. Just…just get your retribution with me… and leave her out of it…”
“Ohhh… Y/L/N. You cannot seriously believe that this is purely because of some character she played…” he paced in circles around you, so you let your head fall backward to keep the blood out of your eye. “This, this is a message, Y/L/N. We’re sending a message to the scum that everyone calls ‘Hollywood Elite’, that they are all tarnishing the image of this country you and I fought to protect.”
“What image is that, Waters?” You growl, your head hanging low as the blood from your face drips onto your knee, you watch it out of your good eye as it seeps into the fabric of your pants. He let out a maniacal laugh as he continued to walk around the chair you were tied to. You hoped to get him going on a tangent, to get him talking so it would take longer before he presumably did to you what he did all those years ago- and if you got him to talk enough, to stall enough, then I would be long enough for Kris to hopefully send someone to you.
“Hollywood, the film industry, has always portrayed this convoluted image of what this country is, what it stands for…” your laugh, disrupting his rant, and causing him to stop pacing. “SHUT. UP.” He points the knife in your direction, giving you a crazed look.
“Mmhmm. Okay. Continue.” You respond.
“As I was saying…They portray this nation through a lens. We are never the aggressor- always passive. The ways we are portrayed, it's like they want us to look… weak. Like we are too wrapped up in ourselves to care about what anyone else is doing. ”
“You’re delusional, Waters. We are literally like that.”
“SHUT. IT.” He screamed, slamming his hands onto the countertop behind you. You throw your hands up in defeat.
“Fine. Shutting it.”
“See?! You’re part of the fucking problem! You can’t honestly believe that we are oblivious to everything. We have threats from the inside, out. Your little project is one of them. You may believe that she is some poor little movie star, but she is part of the problem. You may believe she’s innocent in this, but she is just as guilty as the next guy. These movies your ‘client’ plays in, are popular, and they’re colorful. But they portray a simple, almost basic, and nonviable notion of what our combat looks like. What our hell looks like.”
“Waters, you and I have a different sense of what hell looks like.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Y/N. You sent me to a literal hell on earth. You RUINED my life.”
“No, I didn’t do a damn thing, Steven. I merely existed, and YOU… you decided to act in the way you did. You ruined your life, I didn’t.”
“I was helping you.”
“Helping me, my ass.”
“Oh don’t pretend that a small part of you didn’t enjoy it. You know that part of you yearned for that kind of attention. To be normal.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I am normal. You’re the sick one in this equation.”
“Mhmm… keep telling yourself that. That is why this assignment is so… perfect. I can take care of the one who ruined me, and one of the largest celebrities ruining this country. You scoff, rolling your eyes. “STOP with the attitude.” He stands in front of you, lowering his gaze to your level. He runs the backside of the knife up your face, before placing the tip parallel to the scar over your eye. With a quick flick, he adds another cut. “Now, time for me to…finish what I started.”
You felt like it had been sufficiently long enough that someone should be here by now. You could feel the blood running down the right side of your face. You were about to look up, but the sudden force to the side of your face knocked you unconscious.
***KRIS POV***
“Fuck!” You screamed as the phone went straight to voicemail for the third time. You knew better, you really did. You knew she wouldn’t answer. She had put the phone in airplane mode. You knew that. You just hoped that she would answer. Slamming the phone onto your desk, you ran to the elevator, repeatedly pushing the button to Cliff and Paul's floor. “Cmon, cmon cmon… fucking slow ass elevator! I just need to get up there!” As soon as the door opened, you ran down the hall to Paul's office, barging into his office without knocking. The look of shock on his face says it all.
“Ms. Smith, what seems to be the issue?”
“It’s Y/L/N. Something is wrong.”
“Well, yes. That’s why we sent her home. She’s not right, right now.”
“No, no, NO! That’s not what I mean. She left, and I got a text from her. She said something wasn’t right, to bump Johanssons security, and if I didn’t hear from her in an hour that he was at her apartment. Something. Isn’t. Right.” You punctuate each point.
“Who is at her apartment, Smith?” Another voice asks. You turn, seeing Zlatkov sitting across the room.
“Waters, boss. They have a history. He isn’t just hunting Scarlett anymore. When he found out that her team was going to hire us, and that Y/N is our head of all major projects, he started following her too.”
“What makes you so certain Y/N was being followed?” Cliff asked.
“Shit… she, uhhh… she told me. Kind of. ”
“That makes no sense, Kris.” Paul chimed in.
“It started with someone watching from across the street from her apartment here. She was followed from her house in Montana, and she’s been getting calls. Each time, they’re not long enough to trace. All from different numbers. But they’re from him.”
“What am I missing here?” Cliff asked you and Paul. Paul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I think it’s time we make a little field trip,” Paul says, gathering his coat from the back of his chair. Cliff shoots you a confused look, and you just shrug.
“Hold on, I need to know what’s going on!” Cliff yells, causing both of you to look his way.
“Cliff, do you remember when we were in the process of hiring Y/N, and her military file was partially redacted?”
“Yes.”
You let out a deep sigh, knowing where this was going. You knew some of the details of what had happened to Y/N during her time in the Army, deep discussions that had been held in twilight hours, nights where there had been full of lust and passion. Nights that trust had been built, and you have a sneaky suspicion that the trust you had built was about to be shattered. You hadn’t been made privy to all the details, but enough that you knew why she did what she did, and what made her tick.
“Okay, we’ll keep that in mind. Now, let’s go. It doesn’t sound like we have much time. ” Paul looks your way, before turning and walking out of his office. You quickly followed Cliff right behind you.
“Where do we need to go?” Cliff asked, as Paul fished the keys to his work vehicle out of his pocket, and headed towards the elevator.
“We’re going to pay a visit to the one person besides Y/N who can give us some answers.”
The drive was silent and short, but to say that you and Cliff were both utterly confused when you pulled up in front of the hospital was an understatement.
“The only person who can give us some answers is Grange,” Paul answered the questioning look in the rearview mirror.
“But Grange is in a coma.” You respond eyebrow quipped as you climb out of the SUV.
“Nope. He was woken up this morning. I hadn’t gotten the chance yet to tell Y/L/N.” Paul responded as Cliff stood nodding his head.
“Ahh. So let's bombard him with the news that somebody that he regards as a daughter is likely being held by a psycho. And ask about her past. Awesome.” Paul cringed at the sarcasm, understanding your hesitance with this scenario.
“It’s not ideal, no. But it will give us an idea of who this guy really is… and why Y/N is so rattled.”
You all shuffled into the hospital, flashing your work badges to gain entry past the two guards standing by the elevator to the level Jim was on. Your company had set up multiple checkpoints, particularly with Jim being unconscious. The very real possibility of a retaliatory attack loomed, so guards and undercover were scattered throughout the hospital. The elevator door dinged, and you three walked down the corridor, towards the guarded room where Jim was. He was staring out the window as they approached, the sounds of their heels and shoes clicking down the hallway causing him to look their way. He had a smile, but it quickly faded as he realized how serious they were.
“Where’s Y/N?” He asked as soon as everyone was in his room. Your stomach dropped as he looked right at you.
“That’s why we’re here, Grange. It would seem that a certain someone from her past has made an appearance. We wanted to ask you to fill in the blanks.” Paul unbuttoned his sports coat, sitting in one of the chairs at the end of the bed. Jimmy scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, you could say that sick son of a bitch is back. This isn’t just an appearance. But I’m confused as to why you need to ask me. It’s Y/N that needs to tell you. If she hasn’t, then she doesn’t want to tell anyone.”
Whew. He said what you were thinking the entire way over here.
“Well, unfortunately, it is now interfering with this project, and her work. So we need to know what you do.” Cliff chimed in.
“Why don’t you ask her yourself, then?” He looked between the three of you.
“That’s the thing, Jimmy. We think that he has her right now.” You finally spoke, Jim’s face going pale when he realized the weight of what was just said.
“Then…” he sighed, rubbing between his eyes. “You need to be helping her. Finding her. You can ask us after the fact. You shouldn’t be here asking me to tell you what only she can tell.”
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So Fucked Up From the Way That You Touch - Pt. 2
So, y'all remember that interview? Yeah... that interview? Well, bring on the slow burn smut... soooooo, uhhh yeah. Here you go. Part deux :D
WARNINGS: 18+ only, men and minors DNI. Fingering, oral sex, exhibitionism and edging if you squint, overstimulation. The fun stuff XD
"How You Scream When They're Not Around"
“Mmm? How so?” You slightly pull away, shifting your gaze back to the blonde in front of you, causing her to slightly whine at the lack of contact and warmth.
“Mmm, well, we got to talking about you one day for my hair appointment. She has that photo of you both on her mirror, and I asked her who you were.”
“Go on…” you cock your eyebrow, unsure of how this story would go.
“She went into the story behind the photo, why it was taken, you know? I started to laugh, and accidentally moved my head too far. Kennedy cut too much hair off, so she panicked. And now I have this hair cut.” She laughed, pointing at herself, moreso the short hair on her head. The look on her face regarding the haircut was priceless, and you started to laugh incredibly hard at the image of Kennedy panicking in your mind. “What? Your best friend fucked up my hair! She had to fix it!” She smacked your chest, albeit teasingly. “Ass!”
“I can literally picture her loosing her mind over fucking up a haircut. The panic, ohhhh…I wish I could have seen it.” You continue to laugh, the blonde not finding any amusement in her hair being messed up. “But seriously, you look great.” You stare into the green pools in front of you. “I would have never guessed that this…” your eyes followed your hand as you barely frisked the hair on top of her head, she visibly shivered. “Was by mistake.” You looked back at her, noticing the darkening of her irises.
“You’re still an ass.” She grumbled, stepping back from you, and wrapping her arms around her body.
“An ass, huh?” She nodded vigorously, you shot her a knowing smirk. “I can make it up to you, if you’d like.” You step closer to her, closing the gap again, her breath hitching ever so slightly. Grabbing her waist, you pulled her into you, your body heat once again warming her body. Her arms were trapped in between your bodies. “Tell me to stop if you don’t.” You gave yourself goosebumps speaking against her lips, the feeling of them on yours causing your body to react.
“Not a chance, Y/N. You owe me.” She smirked, smiling against your lips. Closing the gap, you pressed your lips against hers, slowly melding them into one. The kiss began to escalate, you nipped at her bottom lip, grabbing even tighter onto her hips, and pulling her impossibly close, so there was no space between you. Her arms wrapped around the back of your neck, allowing her some leverage to pull up on your taller frame. Your tongue entered her mouth, and you could taste her drink, quickly fighting and winning dominance of the kiss. She moaned into the kiss, pulling at the hair on the nape of your neck. You pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, when your body was finally screaming for air, both of you panting. You rested your forehead on her shoulder, as she continued to play with the back of your neck. You tilted your head, so you could watch her reaction. She stood simply, eyes closed, but a smile present on her features.
“You’re staring again.” She turned to look at you, her eyes finally opening as you lifted your head off of her shoulder.
“Mmmm, can’t help it.” You lift your head off her shoulder, mirroring her smile. “Should we go back to the party?” Her face shifts adorably into a pout, a tiny whimper being made.
“Do we have to?”
“Not necessarily…” you trail off, cocking your eyebrow, a smirk forming. “Follow me.” You stick your hand out, so she can grab onto it, and you begin walking up the bluff, both of you giggling as you try and run up the hill in the sand. Once you reached the boardwalk on top of the dune, you guided her back towards the street, silently walking hand in hand towards your truck. There’s a palpable tension as you get closer to the large vehicle. You unlocked the door, and she turned to face you.
“Your truck? Really?” She laughed, pointing behind you.
“Well, considering the alternatives of the beach, which without towels is incredibly uncomfortable, because the sand is natures glitter and gets every-fucking-where,” you point in one direction, before shifting your weight and finger in the opposite direction, “or borrowing a room in Mar’s place, but then everyone would be up our ass, soooo no thank you.” She laughed at your analysis, shaking her head. “What?” You smile, shrugging your shoulders.
“You’re ridiculous, Y/N.” She steps closer to you, closing the gap, with your lips almost on hers. “But,” she pecks at your lips, pulling away from you. “You’re sexy. And this? This is sexy, too.” She points at the backseat of the truck. You groan at her admission, leaning down and crushing your lips to hers. This was a different kiss than the last. All of your passion, your want and desire went into it. She gasped when you picked her up by her thighs, sliding her into the back seat. You climb up the running board and pull yourself up towards her, placing your hand on her lower back as you lean her back in the seat. You reach behind and close the door, pushing the lock button and throwing the keys up front, so no buttons would be pushed. Your focus turns back to the starlet in your back seat. Hovering over her, you take in her features. Her eyes were bright with anticipation, lower lip caught in between her teeth. The dull light from the streetlight outside and the tint of your truck allowed just enough in that you could see her details, but not so much that everyone could see in.
“You gonna do something or just stare, Y/N?” Her rasp brought you out of the trance you were trapped within. In your mind, it was almost like a challenge. Without thought, you surged forward, capturing her lips once more into a bruising kiss. Her moans spurred you on, the both of you combining in a wet, sloppy kiss. You began to trail your mouth down her jaw, allowing you and her the chance to breathe. Her hands wandered up and down your chest and abdomen, fingernails raking on the skin, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake. You kissed up to the shell of her pierced ear, your tongue grazing over the metal rings. Your hot breath fans over her ear, causing her back to arch into your chest.
“Tell me you want this, Scar.” She pulls your head back by the hair on the back of your neck, crashing your lips and hers together once more. This time, you let her control the kiss, and she kissed you until she pulled your head away from her again by your hair. She was gasping, panting for air, as you freed yourself from her hold, leaning back to remove your hat and pull your shirt off over your frame by the back of the collar. As her breathing began to even out, she looked back at you just as the shirt was pulled over your head.
“Yes. I want this. Fuck, Y/N.” She gasped as she ran her fingers over your body, you smirked and flexed your abdomen so her fingers fell into each edge of your muscles. “God, I want this…”she trailed off as her hands wandered all over your frame.
You quirked your eyebrow, taking the opportunity that she had tee’d up for you. “Actually, my name is Y/N, but God works.” You chuckled, leaning down and kissing down the side of her neck, feeling the vibration of her letting out a low laugh.
“Fuck, Y/N, really?” She laughed harder.
“That was the intention, yes.” You continued, lifting the edge of her shirt and kissing up her chest, before reaching around and grasping the clasp to her bra. Your gaze met hers, and she arched her back into you, giving the signal to undo the offending article. She pawed at your chest, snapping the straps to your bra, emphasizing that she wanted yours off too. “Words, darling. What do you want?” You mutter between your ministrations, peppering her upper body with open mouthed kisses.
“This. Off. All of this. Off.” She motioned towards your clothes, grabbing hold of your belt buckle, and tugging on it hard, driving your hips towards hers.
“Good girl. Let’s get you stripped first, love.” You mutter against her stomach, deftly undoing her belt and the button of her shorts, sliding them down, and groaning at the vision of the lace panties and the wet spot forming. You smirked at her, as she wiggled her frame beneath you.
“Come on,Y/N, I need you, hun…” she trailed off into a muted moan as your head ducked down, grabbing hold of one of her nipples in your mouth, slipping your tongue over the bud and swirling and nipping at it until you felt it had enough attention. Her hands slid up and down your back, as finally made their way back up your frame, up your neck before scratching your scalp and grabbing onto your hair, guiding your mouth over to the other side. “Damn, Y/N, you’re fucking amazing at that…”she trailed off as you continued to suck and nibble on her nipple, before releasing it with a pop.
You bit and licked to the valley between her breasts, marking your path back up the center of her throat, leaving dark bruises up her neck and onto her jawline. You sat back, giving just enough distance to put your body at arms length from the stars grasp. You reached back, removing your bra at a tantalizing, teasing pace. You threw the article up front, and began working on your jeans. You slid the denim down your legs, revealing more of your inked frame as they slid down. Scarlett had her lip trapped between her teeth as you slowly displayed your muscular frame to the blonde.
Once the majority of the offending clothes had been removed, she was left in her lace panties, and you were left in your boxer briefs. She pulled you back to her by the back of your neck, clashing your mouths together in a bruising, sloppy, heated kiss. She was desperately trying to control the kiss, but your overwhelming dominance caused her to forgo the fight, and succumb to your ministrations. You both pulled away, gasping for air, as you trailed yourself back down her frame, teasing your tongue down her sides, tracing the tattoos adorning her body, playing with her nipples in your hand. Her hands slid from your hair, scratching down your neck and to your shoulders, digging at your shoulder blades. The feeling caused you to nip at her side, leaving a dark bite mark just below her ribcage as you trailed over towards her toned stomach. She slid herself further into the vehicle, and at this point you were glad that you kept the seat folded down in the back of your truck, because it left a flat, unobstructed platform to lay on.
Her breathing became more erratic, and her pull on the hair on your head became tighter and tighter.
“Quit. Teasing.” She breathily gritted through her teeth. Your response was nipping just below her belly button, causing the woman to let out a moan, as you ran your tongue under her pantyline. You smirked against the taught skin of her lower abdomen, a slight chuckle vibrating against her stomach.
“Quit. Rushing. Me.” You smirk back at her, watching as she peers down at you from above. You maintain eye contact as you run your tongue back up her body, swirling it around her belly button, under her breasts, through the valley of her breasts, as you gently push her head backwards, running it up the column of her neck. You trace her jawline, kissing back to her parted mouth. You leaned in for another searing kiss, your hand leaving a trail of goosebumps as it made its way down her frame, tracing the outline of her panties, causing the woman beneath you to gasp, and you to smirk. “Are you going to be a good girl?” She let out a tortured moan, and you took the opportunity to slide your pointer and middle fingers into her mouth. “Good. Now, suck.” You commanded, and her her eyes locked onto yours. You used your other hand to run over her clothed sex. Her hips bucked into your touch, her moan vibrating your fingers.
“Such a pretty girl,” you mutter, looking over her writhing form. She moaned again, releasing some of the suction she had on your fingers as her mouth opened.
“Fuck…” she drew out, turning into a moan as you removed your fingers from her mouth, a string of saliva trailing behind as you swirled the soaked digits around her nipple. “…pleeeeease, Y/N!” You ignored her pleas, going on with your tortuous ministrations.
“Patience, doll.” You ran your finger along the inside of her thighs, her legs shaking in frustration. You hooked your fingers into the waist band of the last piece of offending clothing, scraping your fingernails down the sides of her hips and thighs as you slowly pulled the lace off. You discard the article to the front seat, and run your finger up her soaked slit, pressing your thumb harshly into her clit, causing her to arch towards you and scream. “Girls who rush me don’t get rewarded.” You lowered your gaze to hers, narrowing your eyes, emphasizing the point.
You lowered your frame, pressing your lips to the inside of her thighs. The heady scent of her arousal made its way to your nostrils, driving you near insanity. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but you wrapped your arms around them and kept them pulled apart, maintaining your torturous pace nibbling and licking the inside of her thighs, approaching where she was currently dripping onto the carpeted surface below. You watched from her waistline as one of her hands carded through her hair, the other reaching down to yours, scratching through yours.
You ran your tongue up the sides of her folds, causing a long string of moans to come from the woman beneath you. You groaned at the taste of her arousal across your tastebuds. You flattened your tongue, running a heavy stripe up her slit, circling her sensitive bud, before plunging your tongue into her. You allowed your hands to roam, stroking the soft skin of her thighs, relishing in how they trembled under your touch. While your tongue worked through her folds- you teased her entrance briefly, before thrusting your tongue into her and groaning at the feeling of her walls clenching around your muscle, to which you wasted no time in surging your tongue inside her, thrusting it in and out.
“Oh…god… Y/N!” She moaned as you slid your fingers into her drenched pussy, moving your tongue to her swollen clit. Your fingers were buried knuckle deep, pulsing in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. “Y/N, please!” She moaned, releasing one hand from your hair, and grabbing your wrist. You looked up at her blown out eyes, taking in her flushed features. You moaned at the sight, a sheen adorning her skin as her chest was rising and falling quickly. “For the love of god, just FUCK ME already!” She growled in your direction, and you smirked in response.
“Oh, you silly girl. You want to be fucked?” You growl back, the octave of your voice causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body. You lean up to the shell of her ear, licking a stripe up her ear, before whispering against her pulse point. “Oh, honey… you’re about to realize just how fucked you are.” You lift away from her, watching as she mewled and writhed beneath you. Without warning, you slid three fingers inside her, watching as she arched into your body. You used your body to push her back down, before curling your fingers inside of her, tapping her spongy spot and then withdrawing your fingers almost completely. She ground her hips, trying to push herself back onto you. You began a merciless pace, not allowing her to adjust, but judging by her reaction, and seeing how her wetness was pooling in your cupped hand, it didn’t matter. The sloshing sound of your relentless thrusting was driving you insane- but your drive to show her what happens when she rushes you was slightly greater.
You dipped your head, taking hold of one of her nipples, grazing your teeth along it, and firming the grasp you had on it, pulling up slightly, causing the blonde to gasp beneath you, and her head to fly to your back, scratching heavily up from your hips to your shoulder blades. All the while, your pace never ceased- and you could feel the unsteady breathing, and the walls of the woman beneath you fluttering erratically.
“You close, angel?” You asked, hovering over her face after releasing her nipple from your mouth, your arm buried between both your frames as you worked her drenched cunt harder and harder. She shook her head, moaning and trapping her lip between her teeth, signaling she was close to a release. She whined as you pulled out, bringing your now saturated digits up to her mouth, pulling her lip out of the grasp that her jaw had it trapped in, and returning your fingers into her mouth. “Then ask, baby girl. Be a good girl for me, yeah?” You respond, removing your fingers just in time to hear a groan come from Scarlett, as her hips began to work herself onto your thigh, coating your upper leg in her arousal as she sought some release. You let out a low laugh at her attempt to get herself off, before leaning back and slamming her hips down with one hand, and cocking your eyebrow as she released a pained whine at the lack of contact. Your eyes sought permission, and she just shut her eyes and nodded slightly, biting her lip once more. You return the three fingers into her pussy, not giving her any warning, and pick a ruthless pace, while using your other hand to keep her hips down, placing a firm hold just under her belly button, groaning at being able to feel your fingers curling upwards inside her while your hand rest on her stomach. You stretched your thumb down to her now neglected bundle of nerves, and began to rub it at a furious pace.
“Remember, angel. Words. Ask for me, yeah?” You breathed out, as she struggled to put together a coherent thought at the dual stimulation.
“Puh….puhleaseeeeeeee…” she let out, albeit a strangled sentence. “…Y/N… let….let me cummmmmmm…” she moaned out, you could tell she was trying her absolute hardest to string together a sentence.
“Ohhh, sweetie… is it hard to speak? I could hardly hear you…” you laughed maniacally at her wide eyed reaction, before you leaned down to her ear again. “Cum for me, Scarlett. Don’t hold back.” You rasped into her ear, biting on her pulse point as she clenched around your fingers, her hands grasping your wrist and pushing you deep inside her. She let out a strangled moan, pushing upwards into your body. Once her hands let go of your wrist, you began your rapid pace again, not giving her a chance to come down form her high. She clenched her thighs, but your thigh was in between hers, allowing for just enough room to continue your brutal assault on her dripping cunt. You grabbed her wrists, pinning them up on the door to the truck, not allowing her to stop you. Continuing the tempo you had set, despite your now burning hand and arm, you thrust your fingers in, curling them and pushing upwards slightly, before withdrawing and repeating. It wasn’t long before her walls began to clench around you again, and you let her hands go as you propped yourself up to be able to watch her cum.
“Go ahead, let go.” You whisper, as her eyes pinned shut and she let out another strangled, suffocated moan. Her head pushed back as her back arched skywards, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the vision in front of you- a sweaty, flushed mess of a woman, her pert nipples bouncing with each heave of her chest as she struggles to catch her breath, the musculature of her neck as she leans her head back, her abdomen flexing as her body releases, was all enchanting as you watched her come down again. But you wanted more- so you pushed. Burying your face between her thighs, you thrust your tongue into her, as she squealed and tried to push your head away from her throbbing sex.
“Nooooo… Y/N…. I can’t….” You pulled away just enough for the ability to speak.
“You can. And you will. For me.” You returned to your ministrations, licking a stripe up her now stretched hole that was dripping cum. You took your time in cleaning her sufficiently, rubbing her clit with your available thumb. She began to wiggle, and her breathing began to shudder as you continued, and you inserted your pointer finger, lightly tugging at her entrance to give your tongue more room to work. You continued to work your tongue into her, feeling the clench of her walls once more.
“Ahhh…. Fuckkk…” she moaned again, tumbling an all too familiar edge, a silent scream coming from her throat. You continued to clean her up, before getting up, and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You leaned up, kissing your way up her abdomen, into the valley between her breasts. You stopped, looking at the fucked out expression adorning her features. “Holy…hell…” she muttered, before zeroing on your face, pulling you in for a searing kiss. There was no real battle for dominance, she was utterly exhausted, and let you take control of the kiss. She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips, her hands gliding up your chest, and wrapping behind your neck, deepening the kiss. You finally broke away when your lungs were screaming for air.
“Fuck, Y/N. That was…” she gasped out, her hands continuing to rake up and down your body. You raised your eyebrow, smiling her way.
“Not bad for an I owe you?” You quipped back. She laughed at the response, her gaze shifting downwards.
“Now I feel like I owe you, Y/N.”
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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 12
You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, everyone. It has been a rough go of things for me of late, and I haven't been up to writing. Still on the fence for this chapter, but needed to get it out of the way. Slightly shorter chapter.
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Ch 12: Whisper on a Scream, Doesn't Change a Thing
The mornings meetings went off without any snags. What Jim had told you earlier this morning was right, that they had verified that Steve was planning on doing something at one of the three appearances today. As suspected, Scarlett made it clear she wanted you present with her at all three. You were currently driving one of the blacked out Cadillacs in a procession that even the president would be envious of. Jim was in the vehicle behind you, your boss in front, and the team that had been assigned to driving duties in matching vehicles surrounding you. All told, there was 8 SUVs in this protective detail, as well as a team of people at each interview location. Scarlett was in the rear of your vehicle, a glass barrier between you both.
You arrived at the first location, her first interview with a morning show. Once you pulled up to the curb, you were quickly assessing the surroundings from inside the vehicle. You noticed a small group of people at the end of the street, and directed some of the team to keep a closer eye on them. Nothing being out of the ordinary, you got out of the vehicle, and walked over to the side Scarlett had been directed to get out of. The plan for today being that she would alternate between drivers. You first, Paul second and Jim last. The cars would also shuffle position, so it would be harder to keep track of her since the vehicles would be the most vulnerable.
It was still insane to you that an A-List celebrity required this much security, but you also didn’t want someone to be subjected to what Waters was capable of like you had been. You looked around once more, making sure nothing had changed, and then opened the door. She shuffled her way out, and you had to admit, her outfit for today was going to drive you absolutely up the wall. She was wearing a white top with a mesh lower corset, and form fitting black slacks, with some taller black heels. She smirked as she walked past you, noticing how your eyebrows moved behind your glasses. You rolled your eyes at her reaction, following close behind her, placing your hand on the small of her back and guiding her through the door to backstage.
“So serious, Y/N.” She smiled as the door shut behind you. You smiled, but didn’t say a word. The both of you went through the check in process backstage, met with the host and then followed the assistant back to the green room.
“Let me check the room first, Ms. Johansson.” You gently pull her back from the room, before opening the door yourself and stepping into the room first, checking in any places someone could be hiding. Once satisfied, you waved the woman into the room.
“What have I told you about calling me by my last name?” She asked, stepping past you and throwing herself down onto the sofa. You raised your eyebrow and smirked, before turning and stepping outside to the hallway. Your team had two people at each end of the hallway, and another two people across the hall from you. Knowing that there was that much outside of the green room, you stepped back in, closing the door.
You shifted to one of the corners, standing and watching her scroll through her phone, presumably going over the questions for today’s interviews. “You know, you don’t have to lurk in the corner like a creep, you can come sit down.” She looked at you over her phone, smiling at your stern expression. You didn’t make a move to sit down, so she stood and came over to you. “Y/N, seriously. You can sit. Please. I’m not going to do this all day with you lurking. It makes my anxiety worse.”
At this, you give in, not wanting her nerves to be any worse than they may already be. You circle around the sofa and sit yourself down, Scarlett joining you on the other side of the sofa. Knowing that there was still almost an hour before the interview, you felt like there was going to be some awkward silence ahead. You weren’t much for talking while on duty.
“It’s going to be miserable all day if you just sit in silence, Y/N.” She looks over at you, her arm perched on the edge of the sofa. “We’re gonna be back here for a bit.”
“I know.” You responded, keeping a neutral expression, staring straight forward to the pictures hanging on the wall in front of you.
“You know what, Y/N? That it’s going to be miserable or that we’ll be back here a while?”
“Both.” You see the blonde drop her head slightly at the comment, her demeanor shifting slightly.
“Not the being around you part, Scarlett.” You recover, looking down at the gloved hands crossed in your lap.
“What’s with the get up today? You trying to turn a look, or what?” She chuckles, slapping your shoulder lightly. The sudden shift causes you to wince slightly, but the actress misses this, to which you’re thankful.
“No, I’m not. I just need to be in clothes I can work in.”
“You make it seem like we’re going to be involved in a tactical altercation, Y/N. I don’t think we’ll be going to war.” She chuckled, smiling your way, but her smile dropped at the stony expression on yours. “Right, Y/N?”
“That depends, Scarlett. We don’t really know.” The look on her face made your stomach churn, you didn’t like her being this uncomfortable. But that’s why you're here. But the anxiousness that was creeping into her demeanor was unsettling, to say the least. “Do you need to go over any questions or anything, Scarlett?” You look at her, trying to break her mind free of whatever thought process she was having. She glanced at you, shooting a nervous smile back in your direction.
“Sure. Here’s my phone, these are the questions they’re supposed to ask me.” She handed the device over to you, turning to face you more directly, so you followed suit, inwardly grimacing at the shift of pressure on your chest. You begin rattling questions off, mixing them up like you were in a normal conversation. As you asked the questions, you would tail off asking others questions not on the list just to get answers to your own questions. Once you had been questioning her for around half an hour, you finally handed her the device and asked if she felt good with the questions. “Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate that.” She sends a small smile at you, which you return. You turn back in your spot, grimacing again at the shift. This time, the actress didn’t miss it. She reached out in your direction, grabbing onto your hand. You acted on instinct, pulling your hand away in pain.
“Fuck!” You yelp, standing, and instantly regretting the decision to move so quickly. You go over to the bathroom in the far corner of the room, and lean yourself against the counter, taking deep breaths to get the pain to subside.
“What happened, Y/N?” Scarlett followed you over to the bathroom, looking over your frame in concern.
“Just a rough night, Scarlett. It’s nothing.” You evened your breath out, finally feeling some relief from the renewed throbbing in your chest and hand.
“Seems like more than a rough night, Y/N.” She raised her eyebrow, causing your heart to flutter slightly at the sight of her before you. There was a sudden knock at the door, signaling that it was time for her to go on. “This will be continued, Y/N.” She turned, walking towards the door. You quickly stalked behind her, allowing your colleagues to flank her, while you watched the surroundings from behind.
You stayed concealed backstage, but maintained an eye-line into the audience and the other wing of the stage. As the interview wore on, your could tell Scarlett was becoming more relaxed. This was a double edged sword, you wanted her to be confident, but she needed to keep her own guard up as well. Once the tv spot was finished, she said her goodbyes to the host and other guest stars, and turned back towards you, and you shuffled her off set. You offered her a reassuring smile, and made your way to the garage where all the vehicles were staged. You began walking her to the SUV that Paul was driving, and she turned to look at you.
“I don’t want him driving me. I want you to drive me.” She whined, looking at you with the slightest puppy dog eyes she could muster. God, those eyes could melt the coldest of souls. You were already screwed, and you knew it.
“We can’t, Scarlett. You need to go with someone different every time. It’s protocol.” You maintained a stoic expression, turning her back to Paul’s Escalade and pushing her towards it slightly. “I will be in the vehicle behind you. And I will let you out of the car at the next interview. Okay?” You look at her, issuing her another reassuring smile, before opening the door for her and ushering her inside. She nodded, but still maintained the pouty look on her face. Shutting the door, you walked back over to your SUV, hopping in and starting it up. Paul issued the all clear after your staff checked all the vehicles, and you began driving to the next studio.
***
The next studio was more of the same, you would walk the set, your team was screening everyone that worked for the studio and the audience. You helped Scarlett run questions until the time for her to come on stage had come. This studio was much small than the last, which was a welcome break in the middle of the day, since it was easier to secure. You were virtually on stage with Scarlett for the interview, since the studio let you stay right by the last curtain behind set, and that was all of 5 or so feet away from her spot on set. You were surprised that the day had gone so smoothly up to this point, but didn’t dare to look into it too much, for fear of jinxing it and causing all hell to break loose. There was also the chance that they were just trying to get a rise out of everyone, to create a false alarm, so they could see what response there was. Honestly, you hoped it was neither.
You stood behind her, watching the interaction with the host, glancing out to the crowd every so often. Nothing was obvious as a threat, so you would return your gaze to Scarlett and the host, before scanning the intimate crowd once more. This process continued for the 30 or so minutes, allowing them to get all the press they wanted so they could clip and cut what they needed. Scarlett wrapped up her interview, and you shuffled her to the backstage green room, waiting for the landing area for the caravan to be cleared so you could journey to the furthest and last destination.
“So, Y/N. I bet you think I’ve forgotten. What happened last night to make it so… rough?” Scarlett questioned, keeping her back to you as she poured herself a water from the pitcher in the green room. When she turned around, there was a piercing look on her face, the gaze seeming to cut right through you.
“Scarlett, it’s really not anything you need to worry about.” Her gaze narrowed further at your lack of an answer.
“Y/N, that’s not an answer.”
“Seriously, Scarlett. It’s fine. I’m fine. Just a long night at the gym.” That answer seems to get her to back off, barely. She turns and sits herself on the arm chair closest to the door, staring directly at you. “Staring at me isn’t gonna change anything.”
“Fine. I'll figure it out myself.” She huffs. You shake your head and laugh, just as a knock erupted through the green room. You walk to the door, anticipating it to be a member of the team, letting you know the grounds are clear and everything is ready to go. When the door was cracked open, you were met with the poker faced expression of Jim.
“Good to go, Jim?” He shook his head, and quickly signaled for you to step out of the room. You glanced back at the actress, who now was scrolling through something on her phone.
“We have a problem, Y/N.”
“What happened, Grange?”
“Two of our scouts at the next location have gone offline. No comms. The other two have been searching for them, but there is no sign of them.”
“Two armed agents don’t just go missing, Jim.”
“I know, Y/L/N. That’s why I’m telling you…WE. HAVE. A. PROBLEM.” He punctuated the last bit of the sentence, pointing his finger at the ground. You run your fingers through your hair, looking towards the ground.
“Can we tell her agents that there is a chance the last interview has been compromised?” You ask, he shrugs.
“I don’t know, Y/N, they seem pretty adamant about her fulfilling the schedule today.”
“Shit. Can we set a decoy? See if we can lure someone out?” You think out loud.
“Waters will anticipate that. Can we pull everyone from the other two locations to go to the last one?” Jim asked.
“We have to, Jim. Something isn’t right.” You have a sneaking suspicion that there is something more to this, but at the moment, you have to work on the fly. “I’ll take Scarlet again. Let me check the cars myself- stay with her, please.” You run off to the enclosed garage where the three vehicles were staged- and inspected them from top to bottom. The lower ranking guards were shocked to see you rechecking the cars, but said nothing. You touched the earpiece in your ear, telling Jim to get everyone in here, and get Scarlett to you quickly. The faster you can do this, the better.
Everyone was quickly shuffled into the garage, with Scarlett wearing a concerned expression as she is whisked away to your Escalade. You hop in, before turning and smiling at her, trying to reassure her that everything was okay. You knew this drive would be the most dangerous, if something really is wrong. It covers the most ground, and will take the longest due to traffic. You text Jim, letting him know to have the other two vehicles drive separate routes, so all the vehicles get split up. You’re hoping a little misdirection works in your favor. Pushing the button to start the truck, you accelerate out of the now open garage, beginning the journey going the same direction as everyone else.
As you are approaching La Brea Ave., and Sunset, everyone splits. You turn, following Jims car a little bit further. You glance in the rearview mirror, the woman in back just staring out the window. You are planning to take the residential back way, avoiding the highway at all costs, and sticking to less than average ways to get to the last studio. Keeping your head on a swivel, you look for any vehicles that seem to be lingering or trying to stay close to you. Jim slows, switching lanes and shifting his vehicles position to be behind you. You accelerate though the intersection, as he continues behind you.
He suddenly accelerates, overtaking your position again, and almost cutting you off to get in front. You both approach the intersection that will either take you to the 101 Freeway, or up through a residential neighborhood, winding through the Hollywood Hills to arrive at the studio. Jims vehicle creep forward, signaling that it is going to get onto the freeway. As he begins to complete his turn, Scarlett gasps as a vehicle seems to come out of nowhere, plowing itself into the drivers side of the armored vehicle, wedging itself underneath and flipping the SUV onto its side. Your eyes couldn’t seem to tear themselves away from the vehicle, hoping you’ll see Jim try to open a door, or break a window.
“Y/N…” Scarlett tries to get your attention, resting her hand on your shoulder. “Y/N!” Just as she succeeds at breaking your attention on the vehicle, you notice someone clamoring out of the offending vehicle, limping their way towards you.
“Shit…”. You mutter under your breath, before making a difficult judgement call. You accelerated around the accident, the masked person from inside the vehicle lunging towards your SUV- causing Scarlett to scream in the backseat, as you drove up into the canyon, leaving the one man who you trusted most in this world behind, not knowing if he is ok.
CHAPTER 13
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So Fucked Up, From the Way That You Touch - Part 1
A party at the beach with your friends, to blow off some steam after a rough break up. Well, that turned into something else.
This will be a little two parter- I am working through some writer block on my chaptered pic, and was dabbling with this. It got a little long, so I am breaking it into two parts. Let me know whatcha think- the second part of this is the smutty part ;] I hope y'all enjoy!
No warnings yet ;]
The sun was beating in through the windshield of your blacked out truck, proving that it was no match for the tint you had on all the windows to keep prying eyes out of the happenings of your vehicle. You weren’t someone who participated in nefarious or delinquent activities, if fact, you were the opposite- you liked your privacy. You had always been regarded as the quiet, observant and reserved one of your friends. You coincidentally made friends with plenty of people who were the exact opposite of you- boisterous, life of the party types. Often times, you were the “ol’ reliable” of the group, always there for anyone who needed the ride home after a long night of drinking, or when someone was being cross in their direction.
You took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts, before grabbing the backpack in the passenger seat that contained your beach towel, sunscreen and other necessities for an evening at the beach. You had been dreading today, trying to think of an excuse or a convenient white lie to allow you an escape, particularly with the nasty breakup you had just gone through. But your friends, they wouldn’t have it. The sun was on its last few hours before it descended below the horizon, and then there would be a huge bonfire, and the party would continue well into the night. You had been to enough of these parties to know they went until the wee hours of the morning. As you gathered the necessary items that you had obliged to bring, the cooler with your spirit of choice, and some snacks for sharing, your best friend came running up to you, wrapping you into a tight hug from behind.
“Y/N/N! You didn’t flake on us!” She laughed, pulling away and punching you in the arm. You turned in her direction with your eyebrow raised, your pointed brow just making an appearance over your dark sunglasses. She looked you over, shaking her head at your choice in attire. “Y/N, what in gods green earth are you wearing? Are you going to a funeral or something after this? It’s a beach party. Not work. Relax. ” You looked down at the dark blue jeans, black vans, and black hoodie that adorned your body. Frankly, you were so used to hiding your tattoos for work- being an officer didn’t allow for the expression of body art- so you weren’t fazed by your choices. It was just second nature. The only tattoos that were currently exposed were the ones along your slender fingers and on the backs of your hands, and the ones that you allowed to sneak up the side of your neck. Typically, you wore a turtle neck for work, along with gloves. You lifted the black baseball hat off your head, running your hands through your undercut black hair, before replacing it on your head.
“Sorry, I was under the impression I couldn’t wear white after labor day,” you smirk, and turn back to grab the remainder of your belongings. “I do wear things underneath, Mar. It’s the middle of October, beaches get cold at night.”
“Duh! That’s what the fire is for!” The shorter blonde rolled her eyes, and was already slightly tipsy, your 15 year friendship allowing you to know the woman inside and out. Marliana had known you since transferring to your San Diego middle school for the tail end of 8th grade, and then you both ended up going to the same high school and college, just for different majors. You had instantly taken a liking to her, with an affliction for blondes with accents and blue or green eyes, but became best friends, as she definitely didn’t play for your team. You grabbed the heavy bags as she grabbed the light bag, and walked around the house, down the boardwalk to the beach below. As you descended from the street to the shore, your eyes began to scan the group of people for familiar faces. There were plenty of people here you had met before, and some new people as well.
You approached a group of people already huddled around a smaller fire, knowing one of them would be your popsicle of a best friend Kennedy, who could literally live in Death Valley and still find a way to be freezing. You approached her, and as predicted, she was bundled in a few layers, her brown hair curled, and a hoodie and two jackets cloaking her rather small frame. You threw your cooler in-between yours and her chair, plopping yourself down next to her.
“Hey, Kenz.” You smile in her direction, and she turns to you, throwing her arms around your shoulders in a brief hug. “How are you, my little eskimo?” You laugh as she pulled away, bopping her nose with your finger before reaching between the chairs to grab a drink out of the cooler. She groaned at the nickname, before turning her gaze fully to yours.
“Don’t make fun of me! You know I hate that nickname,” she pouts, and you cackle. You both had been friends since kindergarten, going through every single grade together. Your paths separated in college, but after that was over, your search for a barber that could keep up with your ever changing styles was found- in your best childhood friend. Mar and Kenz didn’t necessarily get along at first, but now you think they may be closer than you. “I should be asking you how you’re doing. I'm glad you left the bitch, lets be honest- but I know its been rough for you.” She asked, already knowing part of the answer to her question.
She made no effort to hide her strong dislike of your most recent ex. Your ex didn’t like how close you were to some of your friends, particularly Kennedy, since you had known her for so long, your relationship was blunt to say the least, and very hands on. Many nights at out you would act as a couple to stave off an awkward conversation with a stranger, with her rubbing your chest, or making suggestive comments in your ear, even having kissed her on multiple occasions. But you never saw her as a partner, just a very strong platonic relationship. She was also a very expressive person, and preferred touch to communicate. You took it as part of the territory, but your ex girlfriend did not like it, and no matter how much you tried to cut back from Kennedy, it was never enough.
“It’s been ok, honestly. Just some rediscovery, and I feel like a 140 pound weight has been cut off my ankle.” You shrug and laugh, you had known the relationship was going nowhere, but the last few months had been hell. You finally ended it, which caused the woman to loose her absolute mind. But after two years of her nitpicking and pulling apart every relationship you had, it was time for it to end. Kennedy smiled, knowing that you were putting up a wall in regard to your last relationship.
“I’m just glad its over, Y/N/N. I need my cuddle buddy for movie night back!” You rolled your eyes at her response, and she slapped your shoulder. “Jerk.” She muttered, making you laugh into your drink.
“I love you too, Kenz.” You give her a slight hug, and then stand up to go mull around in the groups, catch up with some of your other friends.
After you had made your way though three or four groups, and then got roped into a volleyball game, it had finally got warm enough that you came back to your chair, ready to strip off your hoodie. Instead, you found an unfamiliar person in it talking to Kennedy with a rapt interest. It didn’t really strike you as super odd, Kenz was definitely the more sociable of the two of you, but she was definitely talking to this woman like she really knew her. But, after all, this was a huge beach party, so not out of the ordinary.
“Y/N!” Kennedy called out as you approached. “I wanted to introduce you to someone, this is another client of mine, I’ve been cutting her hair for… how long now?” She looked back to the blonde, trying to think of a timeline. A noticeably raspy voice answered, coming from the woman in your chair, almost sending you to your knees alone from how it affected you.
“7 years, I think.” Was the response.
“Fuck, has it really been that long?” Kennedy stared in disbelief.
“Yeah, I think so. It was right out of school for you, you got a job at my old stylists salon. He was sick for a period of time, and had you cut my hair instead.”
“Well, there you go, Y/N. I’ve known Scar here for 7 years. Y/N, this is Scarlett, Scarlett, this is my better half bestie, Y/N.” She gestured in-between you both, Scarlett turned in the chair, removing her sunglasses to reveal the green irises beneath, surrounded in a smoky grey eyeshadow. Her smile was absolutely stunning, and you almost needed to slap yourself to keep from staring. You gave her a quick once over, taking in her tanned figure, ripped denim shorts and a baggy hoodie. Her hand reached out to you, and you smoothly grasped it, shaking it gently. She turned your hand over, gazing at the tattoos on your hand, eyebrow raising above her glasses.
“Y/N, I have heard a ton about you. It’s great to finally put a face to the name.” She smiled, and it took a second for your brain to quit short circuiting at the confidence and beauty this woman was exuding.
“Scarlett, nice to meet you. All good things, I’m hoping. This one has a tendency to over exaggerate.” You motion to Kennedy, who promptly made a face at your remark. “I was just going to leave my hoodie here, I was getting a little bit toasty over there.” You motioned back to the volleyball game.
“Oh! My apologies, was this your seat?” Scarlett was quick to rise, but you placed your hand on her shoulder, trying to ignore the electricity you felt when you touched the older woman.
“It’s okay, I was going to go back over and play some more. I didn’t hit the gym today, so I need my workout.” You laugh, and the blonde sits back down. “Besides, someone needs to keep this one from stealing my stuff.” You send a pointed gaze to your best friend, who stuck her tongue out at you. Scarlett laughed at the exchange, before her gaze shifted back to you.
“I’ll keep an eye on your stuff for you, Y/N.” She motioned for you to take off your hoodie. You quickly pulled it over your head, and it pulled your tee shirt up with it, briefly displaying a very tattooed frame. You quickly pulled the tee shirt back down, pretending not to notice the blonde now returning the once over, and a slight lip bite when your abdomen was exposed. Kennedy definitely noticed the exchange, and smirked. Her plan was to get you hooked up with someone, but she didn’t intend for it to be this someone. You folded the hoodie, putting it on top of the cooler between the chairs, and briefly hugging Kennedy from behind.
“Thanks for watching out, Scarlett. Be careful though, this one is tricky.” You smile, pulling down your glasses slightly, allowing for eye contact to be made, and then turning and running away, effortlessly interjecting yourself back into the game. However, there was a pair of viridescent eyes that were keeping an eye on you at every opportunity they could.
After a few more rounds of volleyball, the majority of players had grown tired, and opted to separate and find other forms of entertainment. You were milling around, talking to a few more friends before the chill of the slaty air started to get to you. You stalked back to your spot, noticing Scarlett and Kennedy were both gone. You grabbed your hoodie, sliding it back over your frame, as well as a drink from the cooler. You chose to walk away from the party for a little bit, as the sun was beginning to set.
You weren’t necessarily an introvert, but large outings like this were hard on you, and you often needed to take a break or two in order to maintain your sanity. You knew of a cliff you could relax by, as Marliana often took you there when you both were walking her dog on a movie night. It wasn’t too terribly far from the party, but the sounds of music and conversation had died a few hundred feet back. You made yourself comfortable on a flat rocky outcrop, hanging your feet off the small drop to the foamy water below. Watching the sun dip below the water on the horizon, you lift your glasses and rest them on top of your head, taking a swig of your drink.
You weren’t sure how long you were away from the party at this point, but a voice from behind you almost caused you to throw your now empty can into the air.
“Pretty long way from the party, Y/N.” You turned to see the blonde smiling from the sand. “What brings you over here?”
You motioned for her to come join you, scooting over on the rock enough for there to be room for her to sit.
“Just needed to clear my head. Parties like that tend to be a lot for me. Kenz is usually the more sociable one of the group.” You look down at your hands, folding and unfolding them in your lap.
“Ah. Social battery maintenance.”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” You lean back, placing your hands behind you and looking up at the woman, who was staring straight out at the horizon. Her strong jawline shadowed by the remnants of what sunlight there was. You could honestly stare for days at the way the lighting affected this woman’s appearance.
“I can feel you staring, Y/N.” She smirked, giving you a side eye.
“Oh…uhh…sorry,” you respond, becoming flustered at being caught. “I would imagine people probably do that a lot to you.”
“Don’t be sorry, Y/N. But yes, they do.” She smiled, turning her focus fully to you. You both continued to talk, until a chill began to take over the air. You noticed that she was beginning to shiver, so you quickly removed your hoodie, and handed it over to her, a slight smile on your lips. “Oh, Y/N, it’s okay, really. I'm fine.”
“Scarlett, you're shivering. I’m more like a space heater. Really, just put it on.” She grabbed the sweater, pulling it over her smaller frame. She looked over at you, taking in the multitudes of ink adorning your muscular arms. “Now you’re the one staring.” You stood across from her, a smirk adorning your features.
“Sorry,” she looked down, before reaching out to grab your hand. ”I’m still cold, Y/N.”
“Oh? Well, I don’t really have any more layers to share, Scarlett.”
“Well, if you’re so much like a space heater, maybe you should warm me up?” You laughed at her response. Dropping her hand, you close the gap between the both of you, enveloping her frame with your larger one. She snuggled into your chest curling her arms in between your chest and hers.
“Better?” You chuckle, leaning back to look at her.
“Mmhmm. You are like are a space heater.” You feel her relax further into you, and you wrap tighter around her. You feel her shifting in your hold, and you shift your gaze down to her. “You’re a very attractive space heater.”
“Oh, am I now?” Chuckling at her response, and resting your chin on top of her head. The scent of her perfume and shampoo wafted through your senses.
“Yeah, I’ve been keeping my eye on you all night. Kennedy was right about you.”
(PT 2)
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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 13
You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.
A/N: TW for r*pe, assault, angst, accidents- you name it. The chapter is a real peach. Buckle up!
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Ch 13: Digging Up the Dirt, You Get to Meet All Sorts
“Are you ok?” You ask Scarlett, looking at her ghastly face through the rearview mirror. Her gaze shifts to yours, wide eyed.
“Wha…what just happened? Why’d you leave?” She asked, concern and terror laced her features, her brows furrowing and a deep crease forming between them.
“Your safety comes, first, Scarlett. I can’t have you hanging around when that’s what they are trying to do, is get you alone or with as little security as possible.”
“Wh…who was in that car? We were just in that position. That could have been us.”
“That was Jim’s car.”
“I…I was supposed to be in that car this time, wasn’t I? ” Your blank stare gave her the answer she needed.
“I am calling your agent, you’re not going to this last interview.”
“I… I think I can, Y/N, keep going.” She stutters.
“No, Scarlett. You’re shaking, and you’re pale. You’re not going. I should have called it back at the last studio.”
“Why? What do you mean?” Her tone laced with disbelief, if there was any doubt, then she should have been informed.
“Gut feeling.” You fire back, not wanting to let her know about the missing agents.
The drive from there was silent, aside from the brief phone call to her agent, telling them there has been a safety breach and for Scarletts safety, the remainder of the schedule for the day needs to be cleared. You redirected the vehicle towards Scarletts home, so she would be able to relax as much as possible after a stressful day. You turned down the familiar street, approaching the end of the driveway, where your memory flashed back to Steven crushing your hand last night.
“I don’t want to be home right now, Y/N. They know where I live.” She muttered from the back seat, crossing her arms as you approached the house.
“Do you not want a change of clothes? It might help to get into comfier clothes, Scar. Help you to relax. I can stay while you change, if you would like.” You offer, your mind now racing about todays events.
“Fine. Half an hour, and I want to be out of here.” She responds, as you climb out of the car, walking around to get to her door, and let her out. She stalks past you, and you turn on your heel, following be hind her closely, while the other lone agent with you stands by the front door. Once inside, she retreats immediately to the master bedroom, and you station yourself just outside the door, not wanting to invade her privacy as she changes. You hear water running, and doors slamming behind you as shuffling noises come from beyond the wooden doors. Shortly after, the doors are slid open, and a small gasp comes from her. “Jesus, Y/L/N, were you there the whole time?” She asks, holding her hand over her chest. You simply raise your eyebrow in response. You still have your glasses on, thankfully as you eye the woman up and down, her having changed into black yoga pants and a grey zip up hoodie, with a Yankees hat on, pulled down low over her eyes.
“Where to, Johansson?” You ask, following behind her to the kitchen, as she reached into her fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, offering you one too. You nod, accepting the water, but turning around and walking towards the front door. She stood there, confused as you open the front door, and hand the water to the agent at the door. You shut the door, walking back to her, another bottle already on the counter for you. You leaned your hip again the edge of the counter, watching the actress. The blank expression on her face tells you she’s not present, she’s just standing, and staring off into the distance. “Scarlett?”
“Huh?…oh. Sorry. ” She responded sheepishly.
“It’s ok. Today was stressful.” You state calmly, approaching her. She turned towards you, her arms waving by her side, like she was asking for something. She slowly approached you, unsure of her next move. You set the bottle of water on the counter, raising yourself off the counter and approaching her, arms open. “C’mere.” You speak softly, opening your arms so she can step closer. Your slightly taller frame allows her head to rest under your chin, as she clings tightly to you, a deep breath coming from her as she calms down a little bit more. You allow your arms to wrap around her, enveloping her in a friendly hug. The feeling of how natural this feels is not unnoticed by you, as she just…fits. She unwraps herself from your body, stepping away with a sheepish smile on her face.
“Thank you.” She whispered, a small look adorning her face. You shoot her a reassuring smile, rubbing her arm as you direct her to the door.
“Lets get you outta here.” You walk behind her, taking a swig from the water bottle before shutting the door behind you as you cross the threshold. She locks the house from her phone, and you walk back towards the black Escalade, opening the door for her to climb up into the back seat, while you and your agent get up front. You look into the backseat, silently asking if she has made up her mind on a destination.
“Anywhere, Y/N. Just not here.”
“Well, I need to drop him off at the office, and fill out some paperwork. Do you want to go to someones house, or stay with me?” She looked at you, acknowledging the necessity of what you needed to do.
“Everyone I could usually go to is out of town. I don’t feel safe alone.” She responds, looking down at her hands, wringing them slightly. You turn back to the front of the car, starting it before turning out of her drive.
“That answers that then, you’re coming with me.” You smile in the rearview, pushing your glasses up your face.
***
You arrive at the office, pulling into the garage, and driving up to the level that housed all the fleet security and armored cars. You unlocked the doors, your agent letting Scarlett out of the car, while you gathered a few bags from the back of the car. You usher her to the elevator, the other agent had already gone up. Standing by the elevator doors, you both maintained your silence, not uttering a word until the elevator arrived. Once inside, she releases a deep breath, turning to you.
“Are you ok? That happened right in front of you. That was someone you work with.”
“I’ll be ok. I just need to find out what the hell happened.” You maintain a stoic expression, not wanting to reveal the internal panic you felt for someone who you saw as a father.
“Are you sure?” She asked again, almost like she knew, you weren’t ok. You sent her a less than reassuring smile, and the door dinged open, revealing a panicked Kris and Paul.
“Follow me.” You place your hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the boardroom, setting the duffle bags over your shoulder in the corner. Her eyebrow raises at the choice of office. “Your publicist and agent, as well as some officers will be showing up here shortly. They’ll need statements.” You respond.
“This can’t be your office.”
“It’s not. I have some calls I need to make, and then I will be back.”
“But, I don’t want to be left alone.” She whines, slouching into a high back leather chair.
“Kris will be in here with you.” You respond, her eyebrow shooting up. Turning on your heel, you walk away, letting Kris know you need her in the boardroom with Scarlett, to keep her company until her party shows up.
***Kris POV***
“Y/L/N, why? She’s a grown woman. She doesn’t need a babysitter.” I fire at Y/N, I really don’t want to be watching over her right now.
“Shut it, Kris. Get in there, do some paperwork, I don’t care. Just, don’t leave her alone.” Y/N makes a pointed remark, leaving me no room for argument.
Ughhhh…I shuffle around, pick up some paperwork and my laptop, going to the boardroom to watch over the blonde. Upon my entrance, the blondes gaze drops, and the disappointment on her face was obvious. I can’t say my expression is better, I am just irritated with how the day unfolded, and now I’m stuck watching over the reason it happened. I set my computer down, and pull out a chair on the other side of the table, and begin typing away as soon as I sat myself down. I lost myself in the paperwork I needed to fill out, until a throat clearing drew my attention elsewhere.
“Kris?” The blonde asked quietly, I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes towards Scarlett.
“Yes, Ms. Johansson?” I shut my laptop, directing my gaze towards her.
“Is there any water available? I’m a little thirsty, the carafe is empty.” She mentions, pointing at the empty carafe and glasses on the table.
“Of course. Is bottled ok?” I ask, rising from the table and walking to the end of the room, towards a large credenza. I opened one of the doors, revealing a small beverage cooler full of water bottles.
“Yes, that’s fine. Thank you.” She responds, as I grab two, realizing I haven’t had anything to drink for a while either. I slide the other one down the table to her, while opening mine and taking a rather large swig.
“I can see why you and Y/N were a thing. You two make a good couple.” She comments, making me almost spit out my drink.
“What?” I asked, incredulous that she would make such a statement.
“You, and Y/N. You were an item, were you not?”
I scoff at the remark. “Uhh, a little bit more than an item, I would say. But sure. What business of it is yours?”
“None. Just thought you two are a cute couple. Or, were. You complement each other nicely.”
“You don’t even know Y/N.” The blonde raises her eyebrow. “How can you say we ‘complement’ each other when you don’t know either of us?”
“Kris, I make a living off imitation. I am very good at watching behaviors, how people interact. I have to be good at that. Besides, Y/N and I have talked enough for me to have an idea of what she’s like.”
“You don’t know the half of it. You know how I know, Scarlett?” The blonde hums in response, waiting for me to answer. “I don’t even know the half of it. She’s an emotional clam.”
“There’s no need to be offhand about it. I merely made an observation, Kris.” God, the audacity of this woman.
“I’m not being offhand, Ms. Johansson. We just sent two of our most tenured agents to the emergency room in critical condition, after being in an accident int he car YOU were supposed to be in. One of those people Y/N sees as a father.” I shoot her way, narrowing my eyes as the look on her face goes slightly more aghast. “Forgive me, rather- forgive US for being a little bit on edge right now.” I’m now standing at the table beside her, my finger pointed onto the table looking down at her, while she just looks at the water bottle in her hands. “Leave whatever you think happened in Y/N’s and I’s love life, out of it.“
***Y/N POV***
You must have made a million phone calls, trying to get an update on Grange, and calling various agents to try and get an idea of what actually fucking happened today. You paced in your office, changed clothes, and tried to make heads or tails of the day, but nothing made sense. Deciding I\you need to go down and check on Kris and Scarlett, and let Scarlett know her team will be here as soon as they can, but it will still be a few hours. You walk out of the office, now wearing a pair of black sweatpants over your gym shorts, and a tight fitting black tee shirt. You had decided to go down to the gym and do something to relieve some stress. As you approach the board room, you can hear Kris’s raised voice. Oh no. That’s not good.
“Leave whatever you think happened in Y/N’s and I’s love life, out of it.“ You hear, and are instantly puzzled at the subject matter. Was Scarlett asking about your love life? Bracing yourself, you walk into the board room, and immediately sense the tension. You narrowed your eyes at Kris, she knows better than to do this.
“Kris, can I speak to you for a minute? Outside?” You point outside the boardroom, not missing how both Scarlett and Kris eyed you up and down in your current attire. Scarlett’s gaze stopped briefly at your chest, then abdomen, but when she saw your hand, her eyes narrowed.
The door slammed behind us as you pushed Kris to the opposite side of the hallway. “What. The. Hell did I just walk into, Kris? I asked you to watch her, make sure she stayed comfortable. I leave for half an hour and you’re fucking badgering her?! Do you want to get fired?”
“Well, Y/L/N, I didn’t want to babysit her anyways. She started it.”
“What are you, 12? I don’t give a flying fuck who started it. I get that it's been a long day. But you do not get to corner our client because you don’t like something she said.” You turn around, walking back to the boardroom, before turning back around. “Go back to your office, handle your shit, and go the fuck home.” You respond, leaving the blonde speechless in the corridor, before slipping into the boardroom and walking down to the same fridge to get a water. You pulled out the chair at the end of the table opposite Scarlett.
“I don’t bite, Y/N.”
“Scarlett, my apologies for Kris. She often… wears her emotions on her sleeve.”
“It’s, ok, Y/N. It was mostly my fault. I was just trying to start a conversation.” Your eyebrow raises at that. “I just mentioned that you two must have been a good couple.” You almost spit out your water at that. It takes a minute, but you finally regain your composure.
“What makes you think we were a couple?” The smirk on her features tells you all you need to know.
“Please, Y/N. The tension between you two is palpable whenever you’re both in the room. She always looks at you with the biggest doe eyed expressions.”
“That doesn’t mean anything, Scarlett.” You respond back, trying to downplay her observations.
“I can tell you two care about each other.”
“We do, but friends care. Doesn’t mean we were together.” You fire back.
“But she still loves you, Y/N. It’s obvious. ”
“That still doesn’t mean we were a thing, Johansson. And what business is it of yours anyways?”
“Just sayin’. I never tried to make it my business, Y/L/N.” You sigh deeply, squeezing the now empty water bottle in your hand, before throwing it out and pinching your eyebrows with your fingers.
“Come on. I need to work out some frustrations, I don’t want to leave you up here. Follow me.” You stood quickly, walking to the door, and holding it for her to trail behind you. You led her to the elevator, going down 3 floors to the training center.
“A training center?” Scarlett asked, observing her surroundings as she stepped out of the elevator.
“Yeah, we train all of our agents in house. Plus its nice to have a gym to brush up and practice your skills at work.” You respond with a blank expression, turning on your heel, and walking to the locker room. She hesitated stepping inside, so you shrugged and continued to your locker. You removed the black tee, and lost the sweatpants, and swapped your shoes over to your black training shoes. You grabbed the towel and empty water bottle out of your locker, and walked back out of the room, stopping at the water bottle fountain, before turning around and walking to the speed bag. You noticed that Scarlett had made herself at home, casually walking on one of the treadmills. You wrapped your hands, slipping them into a fingerless glove. She hadn’t noticed you come back out yet, so you started to stretch and warm up, beginning your combinations on the bag before you. The sound of the bag caught her attention, her gaze firing over to you as you fired merciless combination after combination at it, progressively getting faster and faster. You had eventually worked yourself up to a dull sheen of sweat covering your chest, arms and face, before switching over to one of the lighter heavy bags. You knew you’d regret this, but this was the only thing that could get your mind off the dull ache in your heart.
You began striking and kicking the bag, taking any pent up frustrations you had out on it, without realizing the emotion you were feeling. You were landing punch after punch, kick after kick, and slowly the bag before you transformed.
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You stood in a packed courtroom, one side of the room was your team, Cam and Nix seated behind you, Grange, and others who had witnessed your slow dissolve due to your abuser. The other side of the courtroom was full of high ranking officials, men that he had served with on his multiple tours, and his wife and family. They all stared at you with a strong look of denunciation, like they could really understand the hell the man seated across the aisle from you had placed on your shoulders. He was clearly having the time of his life, so sure that the charges alleging the sexual assault and abuse would not stand. He was oh so sure, but you made sure that your case was bullet proof. And just in case, you had two pieces of evidence withheld, in the case you would need it. You just hoped you wouldn’t.
“All RISE, for the honorable Lt. General Rennoll. AttenTION!” The guard by the door called out, as every stood and raised their arms in salute.
“At ease, everyone.” The clean cut judge at behind his bench, and everyone else followed suit. You glanced over at the man who had put you here, to witness the most shit eating, contemptible grin cross his face. The sheer lack of regard he held in this moment, showed no remorse, no regret for anything he had done. He truly believed he did nothing wrong. And in your current mental state, you were terrified he was going to get away with this. The evidence you had given to the courts was overwhelming. The hospital had documented every bump, bruise and cut when you had been carried in, some of the photos showing the dark bruising that had hidden some of your tattoos. The hospital had confirmed in the rape test that Waters had, in fact raped you. But according to his account, he had been drunk at the bar, and mistook you for his wife he missed so dearly, having not seen her in over a year. He was allegedly so inebriated that he had no idea how rough he was being, and had blacked out as a result.
Your defense had argued that this had been an ongoing issue, the testimony of the decline of your health attested to by your doctor, as well as Nix and Cam. They had also testified to the many nights of you showing up, stumbling late into the bunks, almost waking the entire group of people and risking disciplinary action as a result. The mornings where you had a hard time waking up, or the nights you stayed up crying and trying to not make yourself sick with how disgusting you felt were all accounted for by your bunk mates. This entire court case had sent you spiraling, which is exactly why you hadn’t wanted it in the first place. The doctors, Cam, Nix, and Jim had all convinced you to ruin this man the best way you could, by getting him prosecuted. You were sure that this would become career suicide, but the overwhelming guilt of him doing this again ate you alive.
Leaning over to your attorney, you whispered in their ear that you wanted to use those 2 pieces of evidence, regardless of the outcome. He looked at you like you suddenly grew six heads, because this trial was all but over. But the smug act from the aisle over made you want to push this all the way. He leaned over to the second attorney, letting them know what you had said, and she leaned over to you, ensuring you wanted to do this. You shook your head yes, just wanting it over before you changed your mind.
Your attorney stood, gaining the attention of all the people in the room. “Your honor, may I approach the bench?” She asked, before the judge waved both her as well as Waters attorney up to the stand. The judge raised his eyebrows, presumably at the admission of the 2 pieces of evidence that you were asking to become a part of the court case. An animated, hushed argument between the 3 began, before Lt. Gen. Rennoll shushed them both, and sending both attorneys back to their benches. Waters attorney was clearly not happy about what was said, but the judges actions told you all you need. Your attorney rose, announcing the new evidence into the court case. You could hear a pin drop when the first piece of evidence was announced.
“Your honor, my client had been feeling ill after this last alleged assault, and as a result, had a pregnancy test performed after two successful at home tests proved to be positive. The following evidence is the positive test performed at the off-base doctors office, as well as the post abortion fetal cell microchimerism test, which shows the DNA matching the alleged abuser was present in the aborted fetus, thus proving that the abuser was the father.” The silence in the court room was deafening, as the results to the test and the DNA overlap showed a 100% match to the same DNA sample that was pulled from the rape test at the hospital.
“The second piece of evidence was obtained via an off base security camera, located by a bar that is frequented by many service men and women.” Your attorney paced back and forth in front of your bench, looking at the opposing bench and the judge. “If there was any doubt that this had been happening for a while, this will prove other wise.” Your attorney continued. What followed was a sequence of multiple occurrences where Waters had pulled you out of the bar on different dates, sometimes pulling you to the side in an alleyway, and forcibly having his way with you- sometimes pulling you into his vehicle and watching the rocking back and forth, before inevitably knocking you out or beating you to a pulp, only for you to stumble away, sometimes a half an hour later- sometimes longer. The resonating image being your limp body thrown from the side of the vehicle as he was driving it backwards, ditching you, unconscious from a moving motor vehicle.
Your eyes were trained on the alleged sat next to you, as you watched his wry smile disappear, turning into a scowl. His demeanor shifted from one of cocky assurance he was going to win- to one of him knowing that his entire life just fell apart before him. The dead air in the courtroom was momentarily stirred by the departure of Waters wife, an exodus of all of the people you had presumed as his family shortly thereafter.
CHAPTER 14
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WLW, Celebrity Fan-fiction. Heavy use of song lyrics for themes and storylines, and I don't like to write short fics. This is my first fanfic blog in a long time- I appreciate reading everyones comments on my work! Focused on Scarlett Johannson and her characters, Elizabeth Olsen, AJ Cook, Blake Lively, etc.
Bonus points to those who can guess all the lyrics being used :]
Current Series: I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much (ScarJo)
ONGOING
You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet. (Warnings: Smut, Strong Language, Violence, Stalking, Death Threats, Implied Abuse/Sexual Abuse, Flashbacks to War/PTSD)
*More warnings will be added as I write*
Ch. 1 - Are You at One, or do You Lie?
Ch. 2 - We’re Hiding Like a Shadow in the Dark
Ch. 3 - All This Money and This Pain Got Me Heartless
Ch. 4 - Fuck Around and Damn Near Die in it
Ch. 5 - You Pulled Me Under Just to Save Yourself
Ch. 6 - You Blame Me for Everything You Hate
Ch. 7 - Fall Down Before Me, I Want You on Your Knees
Ch. 8 - The Weight That’s Crushing can be Relieved
Ch. 9 - I Have a Growing Fear and You’re Not Helping Me
Ch. 10 - I Pulled Off Your Wings, Then I Laughed
Ch. 11 - Army Green Was No Safe Bet
Ch. 12 - Whisper on a Scream, Doesn't Change a Thing
Ch. 13 - Digging Up the Dirt, You Get to Meet All Sorts
Ch. 14 - I Just Want You to Know Who I Am
Ch. 15 - The Only Thing You Brought Is Psychological Warfare
Ch. 16 - You're Gonna Get What's Coming to You
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One Shots, Drabbles and Stuff
S.J. - You Hold Your Hands in the Air, Screaming My Name
S.J. - So Fucked Up, From the Way That You Touch - Pt. 1. Pt. 2.
E.O. - Our Fire When We're Together, Mixed With Paranoid Manners
N.R. - I Got a Secret, So I'ma Drop ‘Em to the Floor (Christmas Fic)
W.M. - Easy to Love (FLUFF)
J. J. - It's Time to Let Her Know What You Need - Pt. 1 Pt.2
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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 10
You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.
A/N: I'm speeding up the timeline a little bit, so some of the next few chapters will leap forwards in the timeline. Bear with me :]
3.2K Word Count
Ch 10: I Pulled Off Your Wings, Then I Laughed
Jimmy knew that this was not going to be an easy go of it for you. In the many letters and correspondence between the two of you, you had let him know that you were constantly scared of one thing, and that was this character from your past showing back up. Now, that is what your entire company was staring down the barrel at. He knew that Waters affected you deeply.
“Y/N, what happened?” He asked, knowing that there is more to this than just the job at hand.
“He showed up at my apartment, Jim. And then followed me from MY HOME. He followed me from McCall, here. He has my number- in more ways than one. He has already called me twice. I don’t feel safe.” You felt small with the admission, but it was true. If there was one person you could be vulnerable with, it was Jimmy. Your normally stoic demeanor faltered, and he could see right though it.
“Ok. I’ll keep tabs on him.” He looked at you, and rose from his seat. He walked over to you, placing his rough hand on your shoulder. “You better get your ass going, you’ll miss your morning meeting.” He said, looking down at the time on his watch. You looked down at your watch as well, jumping up when you realized it was already 8:30 and you hadn’t finished what you needed to before going to Scarletts. He laughed at your response, and walked out of your office.
“That was quite the meeting.” Kris stated as she asked back into your office. “Is everything ok? I’m sorry for interrupting earlier.”
“Everything is fine. I just needed to go over some things with him, and give him a new assignment is all.”
“A new assignment? What assignment? I didn’t see anything in the books.” She asked, visibly confused by the change.
“Kris, it’s fine. Just a temporary shift. No biggie. I have to go up to the job site today, so I need you to take care of things here. I also need you to look into the mystery car from yesterday.” You alluded to the fact that no answer had been provided on the black vehicle that followed you the majority of the way here. She nodded, before turning around and heading back to her office. You sat down, finishing the emails and tasks before you as quickly as you could, and switching the setting on your emails to forward them to Kris. Groaning as you looked at the time, you knew you would be late in the LA traffic to Scarletts house. Currently, you wouldn’t get there till 9:45 at the earliest- but she still hadn’t called to tell you she was leaving yet, so there was hope for you.
You freshened up in the bathroom, reapplying some cologne, and grabbing your black suit jacket and slinging it over your shoulders. You weren’t sure if you would need it, but it was an unseasonably cool day for LA at the end of August. Equipped with your pistol on your hip, and your black sunglasses, you walked out of your office, typing the code into the lock, and made your way to the parking garage. Remote starting the truck, you sling a smaller black duffel onto the passenger seat, and walk around to your side, climbing into the lifted vehicle. You checked in the rearview, slicking your manicured eyebrows into the correct position, your gaze lingering on the bald area where the hair refuses to grow through the scar tissue. Plugging your phone into the truck, and begin driving towards the address in your navigation, you receive a phone call from the starlet herself.
“Resolute Security, Y/L/N speaking.”
“You don’t have to say that every time, ya know. I know who I’m calling, and you know who I am.”
“In the name of professionalism, Ms. Johansson.” You rolled your eyes.
“Scarlett. Please. I’m about to leave now, are you on your way?”
“Yes ma’am, I’m driving now.”
“Okay Y/N. I’ll be seeing you. Bye.” She hung up before you could say anything further. You thought about texting her to tell her no rush, that you were hitting traffic, but just decided to focus on the hour drive ahead of you. You really loathed the traffic here, making a drive that would normally take half an hour and easily doubling it was highly irritating. You turned up the music, knowing you could vent some of your frustrations into the air around you, singing the songs that reflected your feelings at the current time.
As the drive neared its end, you were feeling slightly better after singing to your hearts content on the way to the north side of Calabasas. You cringed at the thought of how typical this was, but remembered the idiot you were going to be protecting someone from. You were pleasantly shocked when the directions took you through Calabasas proper, and up into the canyon, further north, and further and further away from the majority of the celebrity that fell below. The green truck rumbled up to a gatekeeper, you rolled your window down and gave the gentleman your information. He looked you over a few times, gave back your ID and waved you through. You made a mental note of changing that- it was way too easy to get into this neighborhood. You romped your way through the winding canyon roads, finally approaching the work in progress perched on top of the bluff, overlooking all of the city below, and looking straight towards the greater LA area. Parking the truck up near the house, you check your appearance once more, making sure your hair was how you wanted, and situating the necklaces on your tattooed chest. You shut the truck off, and hopped out, brushing yourself off and straightening your outfit out further.
“Well, well, it isn’t nice to leave people waiting. But I can honestly say it was worth the wait.” The gravelly voice came from behind you, causing you to spin on your heel. Once you made eye contact, she began to run her eyes up and down your figure.
“My apologies, traffic was a real bitch.” You respond, drinking in the appearance of a slightly shorter Scarlett, wearing white sneakers, torn light blue jeans, and a striped blue and white polo, with a grey sport coat. Her eyebrow was cocked as she watched you.
“I bet it was. Come on in, pardon the mess.” She said, grazing past you and heading straight for the house. The majority of the massive abode seemed to be done, but there were obvious odds and ends that needed to be taken care of. You found yourself looking at all the details, taking in the mid century styling of the structure. “Make yourself at home,” she motions towards a room that already has some furniture, dark walnut paneling and large overhead geometric lights. You sit on one of the chairs, allowing yourself to look out at the view of the Valley floor below.
“Gorgeous house Scarlett.”
“Thank you, Y/N. Water? It’s bottled water.” She asked, her voice resonating from the area you resumed to be the kitchen.
“Please.” She approached with a bottle of water, before sitting on the chair across from you, and removing her sunglasses.
“For a woman of few words, I am surprised you wanted to talk, Y/N. I think this is the first time we’ve been able to sit and have a conversation, just us.” She says with a playing smirk on her face.
“Yeah, it is. I don’t typically see my clients, so this is new.” You state, taking a large swig from the water bottle. You couldn’t help but notice the slight deflection on her face, showing a slight disappointment at your statement.
“I’m surprised your assistant isn’t in tote,” she comes back cooly, trying hide some of the jealousy she felt towards the woman who saw you almost every day.
“She’s a big girl, she has her own things she needs to do at the office.” You smirk over the water bottle, raising it to your lips once more. Scarletts gaze shifted from your face down, watching the muscles in your neck and collar flex as you drank. At this moment, you were glad your sunglasses were still on, hiding your amusement at her reactions. Once you were happy with the amount of water you had consumed, you set the bottle back down on the floor next to your chair.
“Mmhmm, that she is. You said you wanted to talk to me in person about some things?” She asked, leaning forward towards you.
“Yeah, actually,” you removed your glasses, allowing your full face to be visible. Scarlett quickly begin to look over every facet of your facade. “I wanted to ask you if you have had any reasons in particular, that you sought out more help than what you have currently.” You leaned back in the chair, holding your glasses with one arm resting on your lips.
“I’m not really sure what you mean, Y/N.” Scarlett looked utterly confused by the question.
“I noticed you had quite the security detail already. Have there been any scenarios or events that made you feel your current security was not adequate enough?” You probe again, trying to leave the question more open to a longer answer. She leans back as well, taking the time to think to herself. “While you think about that, I’m going to take a brief walk around. I need to make a phone call.” You state, raising from the chair, and pretending not to hear her breathing shift as you leaned in her direction, exposing more of your chest for her to see. “I’ll be right back.” You slide the phone out of your pocket, texting Jim to see if he had been able to get any leads on Steve. You walk around the perimeter of the estate, looking at everything in a tactical, defensive manner. This house was a sitting duck, with hardly any covering foliage, but it did have neighbors just down the hill. This place was a strategic nightmare. Your phone buzzed, you looked down to see who it was from.
10:23 AM UNK- “I know you’re plotting the place out. Just know I will see everything.”
10:24 AM JIM- “Yes, I have a bead on this slimy little fuck. He sure has been following you hard.”
10:25 AM YOU- “Jim, he’s texting me, I’m at Scarletts.”
You cringed at the thought of this, and went back inside to discuss things further with Scarlett. She must have caught a slight change in your demeanor.
“Everything ok, Y/N?”
“Yeah, everything is.” You smile, faking it for the time being. “So, do you have an answer for me?”
“Yes and no,” she responded, wringing her hands together. You had noticed that she does this a lot, when you were doing your research for this project. You studied her body language in various interviews and tv spots to know when she is distressed, upset, or nervous would be crucial to knowing if something was going on. “I’ve play my fair share of interesting characters. Black Widow was one of my most popular. But playing a Russian spy can attract some unwarranted attention by the more… unsavory crowd.” She looked off towards the wall of windows before the both of you. “Up until recently it’s been manageable. As a celebrity, you get your occasional hate mail, but hey, that’s what assistants and PR is for, to go through the mail and sort out the negative.” She continued to play with her hands, spinning rings on her fingers, and tracing the tattoo on her right wrist. You resumed your place across from her, so you could watch the behavioral shifts, but also wanting to feel closer to her. “As of late, I’ve been pulled out of interviews mid-sentence, shuffled around like some secret service pet. I can no longer fulfill my obligations, and I no longer feel safe.” She looks down, just staring at her now still hands. “I constantly feel like someone I don’t want around is watching. I’m paranoid.”
“Scarlett,” gaining the weary gaze of the blonde from her hands. “When you say you feel like you’re being watched, have you ever noticed anyone lurking around, or any vehicles that don’t belong?” You had a feeling you knew this answer already, but she needed to be the one to tell you. “I am fully aware of the group that has been threatening you. Best case is to be fully transparent with me.” She looked directly into your eyes, hers slightly misty, holding back tears. She carefully wiped her eyes, trying not to mess up her makeup.
“I always see a car hanging around, but never anyone with it. Like it’s taunting me. Just far enough away to make it seem like it’s there for something or someone else, but always where I am.”
“What does the car look like?”
“It’s black. But beyond that, I couldn’t tell you. I’m honestly terrible with cars.” She laughs, wiping her eyes again. “I have a picture of it in my phone.” The memory suddenly strikes her, and she searches through her phone for the photo. “Here. This is the one always around.” She hands you her phone which you confiscate to examine the photo. Not surprisingly, the vehicle she photographed was identical to the one that followed you out from Idaho.
“Hmm… are you okay if I send this to my phone?” You ask her permission to forward the photo to your personal cell.
“Yes, that’s fine.”
“It’s a Chevy Malibu, for the record. But they probably change the plates on it regularly to avoid detection.” You hand the phone back to her. “Any time you see it, try and get a photo, as long as it's safe.”
She nodded in response, a slight smile on her face. “Okay. I should have known you would know what kind of car it was.” You look at her with a confused expression. “I saw you leave the morning of the first meeting. You seem to have a very particular taste in cars.” She nodded out to your truck. You raised your eyebrow, and smirked. Your phone dinged at the receipt of the photo from Scarlett, and you forwarded it to Jimmy, typing a quick message that she’s been noticing it hanging around.
“If you mean fast and loud, then yes, yes I do.” You leaned back in the chair, laughing and crossing your right leg over the left. “I collect cars, actually.” She clicked her tongue, obviously pondering her next statement.
“I would like to get to know the person who will be taking care of my safety for the unforeseen future.” She turned towards you, a nervous smile on her face. “I would imagine that this issue won’t go away over night, and I’d like to keep you around. Your crew has already been here installing so much more than I had anticipated, and it shows how much you care.” You hesitated, not knowing how to approach. You were not used to being face to face with your clients, particularly one of this… caliber. Sensing your hesitation, she visibly panicked. “But I totally understand if you won’t due to your professionalism, I just thought…“ Your laugh caught her off guard. She hadn’t seen you smile, or laugh, at all up to this point.
“Scarlett?” You quirk your scarred eyebrow, leaning in her direction. You were letting your guard down a little at a time with the blonde.
“Yes?”
“You don’t need to panic. It’s ok. I think that putting a person behind the client title helps. I would love to get to know you more, at least more than I’ve read.” You smirk at the last part, knowing that she probably didn’t realized you had done some homework.
“You’ve read, huh? What have you read about me?” She asks, suddenly intrigued by the admission. “I should have known you would be the studious type.”
“That’s classified,” you wink.
“How on earth could it be classified when I’m who it’s about??” She laughed, questioning the deflection.
“No, but seriously. I’ve read literally everything about you already. I know how much you bought this place for, that you’re not technically divorced or separated, but that your ‘ex’ and you are no longer together, all the way to how much money you’ve made every year you’ve been working. That top secret clearance gets me access to everything, Ms. Johansson.” You emphasize the last name, just to get a little bit more of a rise out of her. “But what I read and who someone really is, those are two different things. It would be nice to learn the things from the source, not just some government file on everything you have, have done, have had on paper. ”
“You must be a real hit at parties, Y/L/N.” She chuckled.
“Eh, that would require going to them. I don’t generally do that any more. I’ve made more enemies than friends in my line of work.”
“I can’t imagine why, it’s such a straightforward job to work with the government,” she quipped, rolling her eyes., grabbing her water bottle and taking a swig.
“Oh it totally is, very black and white. No wiggle room at all.” You snark back. She almost spit her water out at the comment.
“Is that a sense of humor I detect, Y/N?” She laughed again, leaning again in your direction.
“Yeah, it’s in there, don’t get used to it though.” She rolled her eyes, leaning backward again. “However, I did want to discuss one other thing with you, Scarlett.”
“Ok, shoot.”
“With the understanding that you have seen a car hanging around, I want to give you some information. Not to scare you, but to empower you. The more you know, the better. Understood?” She nodded, eyebrow raised as is to question what could be coming next. “There are likely two people in that car you keep seeing. One of them is former military, and he- from everything we have investigated so far, is extremely unpredictable. ” Scarlett takes a deep breath, putting her face in her hands.
“Is this supposed to make me feel any better? Because it doesn’t, Y/N.”
“It may not right now. But you have to know what you’re up against.”
“Well, Y/N, it sounds like your homework didn’t uncover the ‘fan’ that has been showing up to all my appearances.” This caught you off guard. There was nothing in the file or anything you read about a recurring fan- typically the fans all over the Internet pick something like that apart.
“You’re correct. I haven’t heard of this, so please, discuss further. I need to know these things. You okay if I record what happened?” You grabbed your phone, waving it in her direction.
“Yeah, if it helps keep this guy away from me.”
“Let’s get everything going, see what we can take care of for you.” You set the phone on the middle of the coffee table, signaling for her to start with your hands.
(CHAPTER 11)
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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 2
You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.
Chapter 2 here we go! Things will be angsty first before we get to the gritty stuff.
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Chapter 2: We're Hiding Like A Shadow In The Dark
“I’m sure that she needs no introduction, but Y/N, this is Mrs. Johansson. She has asked for the most private security firm around, and a close friend of hers is familiar with your work. You came highly recommended.” Your boss raised his eyebrow as he spoke. You nodded, before breaking your eye contact with the green eyed actress seated 10 feet away from you. You briefly glanced at Kris, who smirked in your direction before opening the file placed in front of her and grabbing a pen from her bun. She was definitely biting her tongue, knowing your affinity for gorgeous blondes and how much you flaunt.
“Fine. Let’s get started then.” You look over to the newest assistant your supervisor has hired, who was obviously nervous and shaking where she stood. She held the controller for the projector on the ceiling, to which there was a slideshow that your bosses had ready to go. “This poor thing, she’ll only last a week, she looks like she’s right out of high school…” You thought to yourself as you gave her a simple once over. Your gaze slowly shifted over the room, passing over Kris, who was smirking again, and passing over her, your boss, your supervisor, the lead for the security team you over saw, and a few others before landing on Scarlett again. She must’ve felt a hole being bored into the back of her head, as she subtly turned her head, peering just slightly over her shoulder- just enough to notice you staring. You quickly broke your gaze and went back to watching the power point.
“Mrs. Johansson, it sounds like these areas here are your largest concerns. Is that correct?” You ask her as you have been handed the remote to take over the power point on the screen at the end of the board room. You recall that she is married, but notice quickly she does not wear a ring.
“Please, call me Scarlett. But yes, those are my biggest concerns.” She says in her signature raspy voice, a smile playing at the corner of her lips as she spoke to you. You nod, acknowledging her as you continue through the security plan for her new house, including building in the infrastructure to allow for her to run her business from home, and not worry about cyber threats. It was all pretty basic to you, and you couldn’t fathom why they had tasked you with this- regardless of who asked for you. But you went with it for now, you were going to corner Paul, your supervisor, later to find out why you were on such a menial task.
After about two hours of back and forth, confirming details and ensuring all the figures were correct as originally planned, everyone shook hands and filed out of both the doors that led out of the board room. Scarlett was the last to approach you, as you were talking to the man who had been seated next to her throughout the meeting, whom you found out was her head of security, Ray. You were confirming some small details as she walked up and gave you a small smile, and nodded to Ray before he shook your hand and walked away. He walked away too far for your comfort, as someone who worked security knows- you never go far.
“I’m sorry for troubling you with this, but Stevie recommended your work, and I have had some terrifying things happening of late, hence why I am moving and updating my security.” Scarlett held her hand out for you to shake, which you grabbed onto firmly. You looked her up and down, noting the tall black Louboutins and all black suit she was dressed to the nines in. Her hair was cut shorter, up around her shoulders, and laser straight. You tried not to gawk too much, but you couldn’t help yourself.
“Ahh, that’s who opened their mouth about me. I’ll have to put them in their place when I see them next.” You state with no emotion, and Scarlett’s face drops.
“No, it wasn’t bad! I swear, it was all good things. She loved what you were able to do for her, and told me a little bit of your background. I hope you don’t mind…”
“No, no. Not at all.” You quickly cut her off with a small small, before telling her to have a good day, again grabbing onto her thin, soft hand, shaking it to bid her good bye. “God, her hand is soft… wait, stop it Y/N” you found yourself chastising yourself as you turned around and walked towards the elevator. You poked at the up button, waving for the tell tale ding that the carriage had arrived. You quickly turned around, and held the door open while pointing at Paul, before upturning your and and curling your finger, indicating that you wanted him to come with you. His eyes briefly widened, and he bid the small group of people he was talking to goodbye before jogging over to the elevator, and you let the door close before you spoke, filling the elevator with an awkward silence. He always acted so intimidated around just you, which was so ironic considering him being your supervisor.
“What. The. Fuck. ” you turned to him with a cold glare, punctuating every word to emphasize your frustration, and telling him to give you answers.
“What?! I have to do what big boss man asks! When this came across his desk, I tried to tell him that we didn’t need this kind of work, we were fine with the contract work within the military- but he demanded that we do it. I told him someone else could do it!” He looked, honestly terrified to be trapped on the elevator with you, and visibly relaxed as the door opened to your floor.
“I can’t even delegate this shit. He has it written in the contract that I HAVE to be on site for all of this. What the hell is going on?! Do I not have better things to be doing, other than guarding some A-List crybabies Calabasas crib from paparazzi and stalkers while soldiers are putting their lives on the line that I should be looking out for?!” You yell as you approach your office. You swiftly spun on your heel, before coming almost nose to nose with your immediate supervisor. “I really hope that taking on this project doesn’t cost someone ELSE their life.” You snarl before turning back around, whipping the door open to your office, and leaving a very dazed Paul standing in the hallway. “This is absolute bullshit, and a waste of time.” You tell yourself, but thankfully, this project should only take a few months. It’ll be over soon.
You pulled out the phone in your pocket, quickly scrolling thought the list of contacts, before selecting one and calling them.
“Stevie.”
“Y/N.”
“Why’d you open your mouth?” You ask, cluing your ex into why you were calling.
“So it's true, she did reach out. I knew she would, but I wasn’t sure it would work.” You could practically see her smirk through the phone.
“What did you tell her?” You weren’t in the mood for this, not with how work had been going for you lately. She laughed, and took a deep breath before choosing how to put her next sentence together.
“She and I have been working together on some things for the branding of her new project, and she mentioned some of what has been happening in her free time. She has a valid right to be scared, from what she has told me. I told her that I knew some people in security, maybe one of them could help.”
“Bullshit. What else did you say?” You spat over the phone. You hated her meddling in everything work related- that and she never seemed to be able to keep her legs shut, which is why you were no longer together. Trying to sneak in and out of a security exec’s house is easier said than done. She proved that.
“Whoa, calm it! You can thank me later. She asked which of the people I recommended to her I would trust the most. I told her the truth. You may have been a lousy fucking girlfriend, but you were damn good at your job. I never had to question my safety with you, that’s for damn sure.” You rolled your eyes at her statement, irritated that she would bring up what you did for work, when she knew that it wasn’t ok, and you had told her not to multiple times.
“Once again, I will tell you to stop. Stop telling people what I do for work, and for that matter, please, just quit talking about me to other people. We’re not together, you guaranteed that. Leave me alone.” You leaned forward in your chair, putting your forehead into your fingers, rubbing back and forth- irritated you had to have this conversation. You hadn’t realized the Kris had slipped into your office, but when you hung up the phone call, you slammed it onto your desk, causing her to yelp. “Sorry, didn’t know you were in here. ” You state flatly, no emotion behind your words.
“Lemme guess, you had to talk to Stevie?” Kris asked, walking towards you slowly, knowing that your stress level always went through the roof at the sheer mention of your ex, not to mention a full conversation. Kris never liked Stevie, and you knew it. She calmly put her hand on your back, rubbing it slightly before stepping in front of you. She leaned down, and pulled your chin up. “Paul said to go ahead and leave for the day, they only needed you here for the initial meeting. Go and get some rest. Come back in a couple of days.” She looked at you, giving you a small smile before she dropped your chin and walked away, turning her head to look back over her shoulder to steal one more look at you. You were now standing, looking out the window of your office, oblivious to the fact.
You debated on staying and working a little bit more, but knew that if Paul or Kris found out, you would likely be strung up by your toes. You briefly sat at your desk, sending a few emails, and setting it up so that all your emails would forward to Kris and Paul, so if anything important came across they could handle it. You shut the laptop in front of you, and leaned back in your chair, lacing your fingers in front of you, tapping your fingertips on the backs of your hands, debating on if you wanted to drive or fly. You needed to go home, as much as you hated to admit that Kris was right.
You fiddled around in your desk drawer, finally grabbing the keys you wanted, and stood up, throwing away the empty coffee cup on your desk, and then grabbing your blazer, slinging it over your shoulder, and walking out the door of your office, locking the door behind you and turning to the elevator, pushing the button to head down to the garage. You’d take your baby home today, but first, you had to stop at the apartment and grab some things. You cruised down the 40+ floors, to the underground parking garage. Various people came and went on the elevator, but you met them with radio silence.
Once the doors parted, you were met with a sea of cars, all of them were various levels of prominence. You knew the owner drove the very first car outside of the elevator, because god forbid he walk, but also because it was one of the more expensive cars in the garage. You reached down to grab the curvy, car shaped key fob that belonged to your vehicle, and beeped it twice, remote starting it. As you stalked towards it, you smirked at the joy of hearing the car gave you. You had always wanted it, and you made sure to get the exact one you wanted. As you turned the corner in the garage, your baby was parked all alone, lights glaring and engine rumbling, awaiting your arrival. You unlocked the car, and walked around to the passenger side, throwing your jacket on the seat before stalking back over to the drivers side, slinging yourself into the chocolate brown leather interior. You smirked at the crest on the steering wheel, gliding your hands all over it before pulling the seatbelt on and placing the car in drive. As you pulled out of your spot, you smiled at the rumble of the Porsche responding to your foot.
You ripped out of the parking garage, nodding at the security guard by the exit before peeling out onto the streets of Los Angeles. You always hated how packed it was here, so you were definitely going to get to your apartment before traffic got too bad. As you were leaving, you noticed a black caravan of SUV’s parked alongside the street in front of your building. You knew that you had the only meeting today, so you were wondering what was going on, as they looked like the Secret Service’s standard issue. You quickly hit a familiar number on the navigation of your car, the sound of a dial tone ringing in your ears as your car called the office.
“What, Y/L/N?” Kris answered, hinting that you shouldn’t be calling her.
“What’s going on today? There’s a caravan out front.”
“Shouldn’t you be on your way home? Don’t worry about what’s going on here, go rest.” She snarked.
“Hey now, that is no way to talk to your boss. I am on my way, but I want to know what is going on.“ You respond, irritated that she won’t tell you, when she knows something, judging by her response. It’s like she forgot you spent years in Verbal and Physical Language training, which made it impossible for you to hold a conversation with someone without being able to tell if someone is lying, or scared, or mad. You hated it, sometimes. It was a tool you couldn’t shut off.
“Just leave it be, Y/N. Go relax.” She said, a slight twinge of irritation in her voice, before she hung up on you. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “That’s just rude.” You tell yourself, before selecting a song and turning up the volume to the car’s radio. You bobbed and weaved expertly in the LA traffic, arriving at your apartment in record time. You parked the car out front, quickly getting out and stalking towards the front door to your shack. You had always been a little bit of a playgirl, and you were never really fond of traipsing every late night foray to your relaxing mountain abode, so you kept a basic apartment in a middle class part of the San Fernando valley. It also made for a convenient way of letting family stay at your apartment while you worked, so you could avoid them as much as possible.
You dug the keys out of your pocket, swiftly unlocking your front door, before swinging the door open to reveal a stark interior, where you kept the basics. You kept a work wardrobe here, some clothes to relax in, and some clothes to go out in, but not much more than that. But you had made the decision to fly out to McCall late last night, so you had left your duffel with everything you wanted sitting on the bed. You quickly shoveled a few extra things into the bag, zipping it, and then checking all the windows and doors before shutting everything off and exiting the apartment. You quickly logged into your phone and armed your security system, and then walked away towards your car.
The cement colored machine beeped as you approached it, opening the rear hatch to throw your bag into it. You stalked back around to your door, opening it and sliding inside. Looking outside, you noticed someone lurking on the corner across from your apartment wearing a black hoodie, with a black backpack on. You rolled down your window, looking directly at the creep, before they finally walked the other way. You started the car, quickly driving off in the direction that the wierdo had walked in. You found the offender, who made the mistake of turning around again to face you, now that you were closer. You took a photo with your phone, before speeding off, and towards the highway. You were certainly glad you had privacy tint on all your cars, and you made sure that you were always aware of your surroundings. Something in your gut told you that guy didn’t belong. You sent the photo to Kris, asking her to find out who it was, as you were sure that you’d cross paths again. You approached the northbound on ramp, and floored the gas pedal, allowing the vehicle to do what it was meant to do. You wanted to make this the shortest drive home possible, even though it would still be a half day drive.
(CHAPTER 3)
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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 15
You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.
A/N: The angst and tension is going to go up in the next few chapters, before we come back into orbit... so be warned now.
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Ch 15: The Only Thing You Brought is Psychological Warfare
It had been a week since Jim was hit. A week, since you had messed up. At least, in your mind. Everyone in the office, even Cliff, told you that it wasn’t your fault. There was nothing you could have done. But you knew different. It should have been you. The taunting texts and voicemails from Waters even confirmed your thoughts. Jim had been knocked unconscious during the accident, likely a result of the full barrel roll the SUV had endured. But he was alive. You had been in and out of the hospital all week, checking on him until he woke up after the hospital induced a coma to allow him to heal. He had sustained multiple broken ribs, a concussion, fractured arm and a nice goose egg above his left eye. But he was alive. Your team had tightened up security around Scarlett as a result, the fact that Steven was getting more brazen in his attempts to harm a direct result. You hadn’t spoke to Scarlett since she called you out on the balcony of her friends home. You hadn’t performed any lead work on security for her under the recommendation of your boss. It was uncalled for. She didn’t have the right to say that shit. She doesn’t even know you. You kept telling yourself that. But you knew she had a valid point. And maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad to let someone in, for once.
But not today. You were filling out paperwork in one of the boardrooms, a quiet knock on the door rousing you from your thoughts.
“Busy.” You respond, not even looking up to see who was at the door. You thought they went away, but someone knocked again. “I’m busy.”
“Y/N.” The familiar dulcet tone of your assistant rang through the cracked door. You leaned back in the leather office chair, not even sparing the woman a glance.
“What, Kris? I’m in the middle of something, and if you haven’t noticed, I’m not in my office so I won’t be bothered.”
“Cliff and Paul need you. Something about Johansson.” You lean your head back onto the headrest of the chair, and stare at the ceiling.
“I’ll be there in 5.”
“They’re in your office, waiting. I’ll tell them you’re on your way.” With that, she shut the door behind her, a deafening click of the latch echoing through the silence of the boardroom. You gathered your files, your pen, and your notebook, tucking them under your arm as you skipped the elevator, opting to choose the stairs to go up the two flights to your office. You had been using the stairs more frequently of late- using it as a way to clear your head, seeing as how most everyone chose the elevator. When you pushed open the door to your floor, the click alerted Kris to your arrival. She sent you a questioning glance as you walked past, stepping foot in your office.
“Gentleman. To what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked as you set the files onto your desk, perching yourself onto the corner of your desk and facing the two men in the arm chairs of your office. Rolling the sleeves of your satin black dress shirt up your arms, you crossed them over your chest, as if they needed another reminder that you didn't want to be having a conversation.
“Y/L/N, this is about the detail for Scarlett.” Paul states dryly.
“Okay?” You respond.
“I think with what happened last week, we need to reevaluate. Clearly, Waters has a step ahead on us.” Cliff chimes in.
“That’s what we’ve been working through this week, has it not, Paul?” You turn to your supervisor, the tone of your voice almost daring him to say otherwise.
“Y/L/N, we think that maybe one of the other agents should head things up, let you run things from the office. At least for a while.” Paul continued. “That way, it can be seen that there is a rotation, keep Waters on his toes.” You sneered at Paul.
“Clearly, you all need to do some more homework, then.” You fire back.
“Y/L/N…” Cliff responds with a warning tone.
“NO! You don’t fucking get it!” You fire back, your tone now adamant as you stand at the head of your desk. “Waters is a trained bloodhound. He is NEVER on his fucking toes. He is programmed to always be two steps ahead. Removing me does nothing! He is fully anticipating that, along with a changing of the guard. As much as it pains me to admit, he isn’t fucking stupid.”
“I never said he was, Y/N. But we need to get ahead of him, for once. He has been ahead of us this entire time.” Cliff responds cooly.
“I fucking understand that, but first and foremost, we have to protect Johansson. She is the priority. I can try and shuffle her around some, break up her routine. That should buy us some time to figure out a way to get Waters backtracking.” You respond, walking behind your desk to sit in the large executives chair. “But I am warning you right now, if we change things too much, and he feels like his control is slipping, he becomes reactive. Nuclear. He WILL go scorched earth on everything in a means to destroy who he is after. And that is the last fucking thing we need.”
“Mmm. Sounds like you know more about Waters than what is in his file, Y/L/N.” Cliff looks up at you, trying to gauge your reaction.
“Oh, believe me, sir. I know him better than anyone.” You respond, leaning forward in the chair, keeping a stern glare on your boss.
***
After the debacle that was called a “meeting” to question your tactics with the protection detail, you decided you needed to step out, clear your head. Your head hadn’t exactly been on a swivel the past two weeks, but more a like being perched atop a rusty pole seized into place, looking at one singular thing. That was allowing Waters to run amuck in your peripheral, while you were focused too much in the past. You had to figure this out, so someone else wasn’t subjected to the torture you knew this man could dish out.
“Kris, I will be out of the office for the rest of the day, possibly tomorrow. I have some things to attend to. You know what to do.” You normally go into her office and tell her what you need of her while you’re out, but you decided to just call her desk line. You hung up immediately after, not leaving room for her to question or offer a rebuttal. You send an email to Paul and Cliff, telling them that you will be reachable for emergencies, but you need to re-evaluate the detail for Scarlett. And in order to do that to your standard, you cannot be bothered. You packed up your things, and made your way to the parking garage. This time, you had your black Challenger sitting in your parking spot, and you popped the trunk as you approached, throwing your bag in the back before climbing inside, pressing the clutch and letting the car rumble to life.
You were currently stuck in traffic on the way to your apartment, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel to the song stuck in your head. You wanted to get home, change, and go see Jim for a little bit before you sat down to figure out what the hell Waters angle is on Scarlett. Just as the traffic started to loosen back up, you heard your phone alert. It wasn’t your normal text tone. No- it was the tone that you had set for your security alerts. You looked over at your phone, gripping your phone tighter when you saw that the alarm at your apartment had been disabled. You knew exactly what was going on.
You waited for a brief second, before depressing the clutch and mashing the accelerator to the floor, veering yourself to the shoulder of the highway, and flying up the side, dangerously close to other vehicles. All it would take is one person to decide they didn’t like your tactic, and pull onto the side of the highway as well, and you would smash right into them. You were thankful as the exit you needed was approaching, and you cut off multiple people, causing a symphony of horns and yelling to come from those behind you as you cut completely across the highway, flying down the off ramp, and turning down the main thoroughfare that led you to your apartment. You continued to bob and weave your way through traffic, cutting through side streets, before arriving to your parking spot. You put the car in neutral, mashing the e-brake to the floor before killing the engine and getting out of your car as quickly as possible. You were glad you didn’t remove your shoulder holster, so you pulled your gun, approaching the door to your home away from home. You observed the blinds were drawn tight, which was unusual. You typically left them cracked so light could get in. The front door was shut, but not latched. Fuck. You quickly sent out a warning text, letting Kris know something isn’t right.
09:23 AM YOU- “Kris, something isn’t right. Make sure that they bump security for Johansson. Things aren’t adding up.”
09:25 AM Kris- “Y/L/N, what the hell are you talking about? I need reason to bring to Cliff and Paul, not just a hunch. You know that.”
09:26 AM YOU- “If I don’t call you in under an hour, then he’s here. At my apartment. And something went wrong.”
09:26 AM Kris- “So help me whatever god there is, Y/N, quit being fucking cryptic and tell me what the fuck is going on!”
09:28 AM Kris- “Y/N?”
09:32 AM Kris- “Answer your fucking phone!”
You had silenced your phone, putting it in airplane mode so no alerts you disrupt what may happen. You hoped to god that nothing would happen. As you began to reach for the door knob, the door swung open, revealing a very Chesire Cat, malicious smile. Your stomach dropped, but to say it wasn’t expected would be a lie. Steven.
“Well, well, well, Y/L/N. I was just making myself at home. How nice of you to join me so much earlier than anticipated. I appreciate it.” He motioned towards the living room, your living room, quickly following behind you. “Make your self at home, Y/L/N.” He leaned down, whispering in your ear, you could feel the disgusting trace of his hot breath on your ear, causing you to speed up to get as far away from him as possible, as you tried to keep your churning stomach from evacuating all of its contents on your rug. Finally steeling your emotions, you allowed yourself to talk.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Waters?” A cynical laugh erupted from behind you as you spun on your heel.
“Oh, Y/N. Don’t be rude to your guests.” He snarled, lunging in your direction, coming to a stop just before you. You could see his dull grey eyes, the scars adorning his cheekbones, and the addition of the wrinkles, smile lines and crows feet that are now adorning his face with the passage of time since you had last seen him.
“Guests? That’s rich coming from you. You’re the one who made yourself at home. I would hardly. Call. You. A. Guest.” You snarled back, equally leaning in, your faces almost touching. “But I understand that someone willingly being in your presence is a foreign concept for you, Waters.” Something in his eyes changed, but his expression did not.
“Oh, Y/L/N. That mouth of yours always gets you into trouble, doesn’t it? That’s why you’re here now, instead of doing your job, isn’t it? They want you off the lead for that pathetic client of yours.” Your expression faltered- he wasn’t entirely wrong, but you were here because you needed the day off to clear your mind. So far, that idea was going swimmingly. “I couldn’t help but notice you haven’t been hanging around with your new client, per usual. Did she get sick of you already?” You left a stoic expression on your face, not wanting to give this man any advantage. He was already in your apartment, that was enough of one. You watched as he now paced your living room, while you remained on one side of your sofa, leaning over so your arms were straight and you rested against the armrest.
“What’s your angle here, Steven? This is a lot of extra curricular for one target of yours…” he scoffed at this, turning on his heel to face you.
“DO NOT USE…MY NAME!!!” He yelled in your direction, you grimaced as you could see the spray come from his mouth in the remaining daylight. “It’s Waters to you, Y/L/N. Or do I need to remind you?” He stepped closer, and you could see how erratic he was being, and how close he seemed to be to loosing it completely.
“Waters. What are you playing at here? There’s a ton of extra bullshit going on here.” You try to calm the man pacing your living room, so he doesn’t completely fly off the cuff.
“I’m not playing at anything. You just so happen to be a pleasant surprise in this assignment. Now, I have two people I get to ruin… both of which I will take great pride in doing so.” He seemed to harden his features, turning to face you so he could gauge your reaction. “One of these people, just so happened to ruin EVERYTHING… and I mean EVERYTHING for me. You took my wife, my family, my freedom… all for what? So you could whore yourself out, and continue to walk this earth being the fucking abomination that you are? I wouldn’t be surprised if you slept with my ex-wife while you were ruining my fucking life!” He was now within an arms length of you- something that you did not care for.
You tried to step away, to give yourself more space, but he quickly reacted by grabbing your shirt and tie, pulling you closer.
“Do NOT pull away from me! You’re going to take your fucking punishment. I’m going to ruin you, just the same you did to me…” he growled in your face. You wanted to interject, tell him you were ruined just the same- but someone like him would never see it that way. “We are going to play a little game, Y/L/N… but it will probably be more fun for me, than it will be for you.” He used the grip he currently had on your shirt, pushing you to the high top chair that you just now realized he had placed in the middle of your kitchen. You were forced to sit, as he began to use some rope he had tucked away to tie you down.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Waters?!” Your voice was filled with anger, pent up frustration, and you were trying to compartmentalize the fear of what may be coming.
“Now, aren’t you glad that you moved into these luxury apartments, that have… Every. Unit. Soundproofed?” He punctuated each word by cinching the knots on your hands and feet tighter, before he tied your waist down to the chairs base. “I’m not even going to bother trying to keep you quiet, no one will hear you anyways.”
(CHAPTER 16)
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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 3
You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.
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Ch 3: All This Money And This Pain Got Me Heartless
It was around 2 in the morning before you got home. The perk to your dream home? It wasn’t near anyone, and you could be alone with your thoughts. The downside? It was in the middle of nowhere- in a ski town in Idaho. It was nowhere near convenient to just “visit,” which was the point. That’s the other reason to why you kept the apartment close to work, only about a 45 minute drive in traffic, versus this 14 hour commute, or 2 hour flight. You groaned as you parked the Porsche in the garage, its designated spot between some of your other cars.
You dragged yourself away from the plush interior, popping open the rear lift gate and grabbing your bag, flinging its strap back over your shoulder, and slamming the gate closed. You walked towards the door that would lead you onto the skyway over a creek that ran alongside your house. You locked the car, turning to look over all the vehicles housed in you garage, some in varying states of repair, before you shut off the light and walked across the bridge towards your house. You flung the door open, throwing the bag on your shoulder off to the side of the laundry room you just entered. Removing your brown dress shoes, you opened the door into the living area of the house, walking over to the couch and allowing your body to fall forwards onto the plush couch. You lifted your arm, feeling across the coffee table blindly for the remote to your fireplace. “Mmmpfh…where the hell?” You felt around further, slamming your hand harder and harder on the table until you lift your head to face the table, scanning it for the remote. You notice it, across the living room, on the chair closest to the fireplace. “MMMphfffuck!” You grunt into the couch cushion, giving up on the fireplace, and grabbing the blanket off the back of the sofa, pulling it over you and hoping for a decent amount of sleep.
You awoke to the sound of your phone vibrating on your coffee table, groaning and grabbing the pillow underneath your head, pressing it against your face. You hoped that by ignoring it, you wouldn’t hear it anymore. Thankfully the phone quit ringing, and you ripped the pillow from your face. Your peace was short lived as it began ringing again. “Unngh why didn’t I shut that fucking thing off!” You yell at yourself as you slam your hand on top of your phone, picking it up and answering it blindly.
“What?! This better be fucking good!” You spit so much venom into the phone you’re sure the soul on the other end might end up poisoned.
“Good morning to you too.” An unfamiliar voice rasps back. You pull the phone away from your ear to glance at the screen, wondering who you were speaking to. The number was a New York number, but you didn’t know anyone who lived there.
“Who the hell is this, and how’d you get this number?” You make sure to let whomever is on the other line that you do not appreciate the disruption.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I forgot that they didn’t give you my number yesterday. It’s Scarlett. I hope you don’t mind, but I had some things I wanted to ask you about.”
“How’d you get my number?” You asked again, still not getting the complete answer that you wanted. You had a feeling you already knew the answer.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize it was an issue…” You cut her off before she could continue.
“I give my number out. No one else does. Who gave you my number? I’m not going to ask again.” You sat up on the couch, the blanket falling from your shoulders to your lap. That’s when you looked down and realized you were still in your work clothes.
“Kris. She gave me your number in case I needed to reach you. I’m sorry I bothered you, I'll just send out an email.” The voice rasped back, but you could detect a tone of disappointment. She hung up before you could respond back. “Yeah, do that.” You thought as you went to your favorite contacts and dialed your assistant.
“Do you know how to NOT work?” She asked, unaware of what was about to happen.
“You KNOW the rules, you of ALL fucking people know how I feel when they get broken!” You’re seething on the phone at your assistant.
“And you know damn well that I will NOT stay on the phone if you talk to me like that. Chill the fuck out.” Her tone changed to match yours. She was never afraid of going toe to toe with you. “Scarlett called, I take it?” She asks pointedly.
“Why- whywhywhy…did you give her my personal number? You know better!” You try to calm yourself and work your way through what is happening.
“Well, to be blunt- she begged for it. ” Kris deadpans. “Plus with how you were oogling her yesterday, you can thank me later.” You could hear the tone of her voice, you recognized it from when she would push you to flirt with someone. She always acted as a wingman for you, it was one of the many feathers in her imaginary cap.
“You know how I- wait, what? She asked for it?” You quirked, not expecting that response. You try and picture how that conversation went with Scarlett and Kris, and what had to have been said to get Kris to fork over your number.
“Ha. I knew that’d get your attention. She begged me for your number, arguing that if you will be at her house heading up security and blah blah blah, she’d need a more direct way to get a hold of you.” You could hear the sarcasm in her voice, knowing that she wasn’t being entirely truthful.
“Watch it, Smithers. You better not piss me off any more- I don’t want to come back to the city.” You throw your nickname for her in there for good measure.
“Oh no. What ever will I do?” She deadpans once more. “I found out what was going on with that weirdo you sent me. Just know I’ve got some juice regarding him, but it will have to wait till you're back at work.” She teases, knowing full well it’ll only egg you on.
“No, don’t make me log on from here and see what the hell was up with that guy. Spill it Smith.” You state, standing up from the couch, walking to the kitchen to make some coffee. Clearly, you weren’t going to get any more sleep at this point.
“No. And I also blocked your proxy from the cabin. You can’t log in right now. Relax, we’ve got it handled, mmmmkaybyeeeee!” She hangs up, leaving you to stare at the screen in protest before grumbling to yourself, shutting off the device and throwing it on the charger. You walked upstairs while your coffee is brewing, so you can get yourself out of the work clothes from yesterday. You groaned as you glanced at the clock on your nightstand, seeing that it was only 6:30am. “Goddamn, do these people sleep?” You ask yourself, before realizing that you were up at the exact same time as them. You shuffled towards your bed, flopping onto it briefly, before pushing yourself up off of it, going over to the closet, and debating on what to wear for the day. You figured you should go down and work out for a little bit, so you grabbed a pair of dark green workout shorts and a black sports bra. You walked out of the closet, towards the staircase, heading towards the kitchen to grab your coffee, opting to drink it straight, and grabbing your protein and adding some water to it, heading towards your home gym. You started stretching as you stalked into the gym, getting yourself ready for some weight training and boxing practice.
After an hour of weights and another hour of beating your frustrations into a punching bag, you grabbed the towel next to you, wiping your brow before throwing it into a laundry basket in the corner, walking away towards the kitchen to check your phone. You grabbed it as you approached the counter, turning the phone on. You set it down, checking your fridge for something for breakfast. “Fuck.” You muttered to yourself. You were out of almost everything, only having creamer for coffee and a few beers, some condiments and other odds and ends. Walking back to the counter your phone was on, you peeked at some of the notifications that had popped up while it was off and charging. A few texts were buried in all the notifications, but you didn’t see them, and assumed nothing crazy was going on.
You threw the phone back down before going up to shower, ready to begin the day. As you walked away, your phone buzzed away on the counter, with a few texts from Kris and Paul.
8:15AM PAUL- “Y/N. Scarlett has made some changes to the plans. Boss-man needs you here asap to go over them.”
8:20AM. PAUL- “Y/N. Let me know when you can get here. I know we told you to take some time, but we need you to go over some things, and they cannot wait. We need you here in person.”
8:37AM KRIS- “I know your phone isn’t off, you better not be ignoring us. You’re too much of a control freak to shut off your phone.”
8:45AM. PAUL- “Y/N. LET ME KNOW ASAP.”
9:02AM KRIS- “Y/N. It’s not like you to not answer. With wierdo lurking outside your place and you not answering- it makes me nervous. Call me. ”
You sighed as you stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack and quickly drying yourself off, before walking over to the sink, and staring at yourself while leaning on the counter. You stood up, rubbing your face with your hands, before throwing the damp towel into a basket by the door. You walked out of the bathroom and towards your closet, thinking of what you needed to do today. “You really don’t need to do anything, Y/N…” you thought to yourself, but you sighed, knowing that you would never let yourself not do anything with your day. You opted for a wide cut black v neck tee shirt and some of your necklaces, some dark blue jeans and your black boots, mussing your short hair to give it some texture, as you glanced in the mirror by the door. Grabbing some cologne to dab on your neck, you felt satisfied enough with your appearance to venture into McCall, and get some stuff for you to live off of for a few days. You took a fleeting look at the clock on your microwave was you grabbed you phone and stuffed it into your back pocket, not even looking at the screen. You grabbed the keys to one of your favorite cars, before turning on your heel towards the garage, so you can head to town.
As you approached the general store in town, there was a cat call whistled in your direction as you pulled yourself out of the car you chose, and you stared in the direction of the sound, an already excited man walking your way. You looked him up and down, noting his height, he appeared to be 5’ 9”, skinnier build, in his mid to late 40’s. He was vaguely familiar, and smiled as he approached you, waving and lightly jogging towards your location.
“WOW! That is an amazing machine! What year is it, a 69? Small Block?” He asked, his eyebrow quipped, while wiping his pointer finger along the passenger side of the car, walking around it while he glanced back and forth between you and the car.
You rolled your eyes, people always made it a point to comment on one of your cars while you were out. If you didn’t love them so much, you’d walk everywhere. “Cobras weren’t made in 69. It's a 67, 427. And fingers off, unless you wanna loose em, bud.”
“Ford, right?” He asked again, swiping his finger another inch or so along the deep blue paintwork, as if he was testing the waters. He then ran his fingers through his dark brown hair.
“No. Shelby American. Can I help you?” You fired back, clearly showing your annoyance at this man.
“Whoa, bud. I was just admiring your car! No need to be testy with me.” He approached you on the drivers side, eyeing you up and down, as you stood square to him, with your arms across your chest, clearly showing your muscle. “How’d you score this beauty anyways? These aren’t cheap.” He raised his eyebrow further, a tone as if he was questioning how you were within a 10-foot radius of the car.
“I’m not you're bud, pal. I have some things I need to do. I would appreciate if you would stop touching my car, and leave me alone.” You state coldly as you turn and begin to walk away.
“Well, no need to be rude about it, I was just curious.” He said, a smirk flashing across his features as you turned away. You briefly peered over your shoulder, to see him turn and walk the other way. “Fucking weird. What the hell was that??” You walked towards the store, glancing back in the direction of the blue roadster, sitting in a far spot that would surely be surrounded by cars when you came out, but all were currently vacant.
You grabbed the basics, some milk, eggs, some necessities for sandwiches, and other odds and ends before approaching the cashier. You groaned, noticing that the cashier was the same annoying man from earlier. He had now shed his jacket for a tan apron, with the name “Fred” embroidered onto it. You could now see his bright blue eyes, which were piercing to say the least. Of course, he was the only cashier in this place. You threw your items onto the belt, and stalked up to the register as he lifted a tab to allow the belt to lurch to life, your items rolling towards him. He just looked at you, the same stupid smirk on his face, before he started scanning your things.
“You still didn’t answer my question. That makes things look highly suspect.” He says, as he continues scanning your groceries.
“Maybe it's a rude question to which you will get no answer.” You deadpan back, raising your eyebrow as he chuckles.
“Ok. Whatever.” He says. “$52.66 is your total.” He states, beginning to bag your groceries. “Where are you going to put this in that tiny of a car?” He prodded again. You shake your head at the mans insolence, pulling out your wallet, and handing him a black credit card. He just looks down at it, before looking back at you. He was hesitant to grab the card, which made you instantly gratified. That would surely shut him up. “Th….these don’t have a limit. You can’t just get a black card.” He states, still staring at your outstretched hand. You roll your eyes, before swiping the card for him, and slipping it back into its leather slot.
“Yup. I’ll take my groceries now. ” You say, popping the “p” and pointing towards your bags. “What, BUD? Never seen a big boy card before?” You ask, grabbing the bags from behind the counter, and smirking as you left him shocked and frozen in his spot. You simply turned and walked out the door, groaning when you saw everyone parked around you. You approached the passenger side, placing the paper bags full of goods into the footwell where your passengers feet would normally go.
You walked around, opting not to open the drivers door, just hopping over it and sliding in, and depressing the clutch to start the car, smiling as you heard the rumble. You slightly spun the tires as you left the parking lot, darting out onto the main thoroughfare that runs into and out of the heart of town. You looked around as you saw people window shopping, arms linked in one another’s as they grazed up and down the sidewalks. This was a resort town, which was why you made sure to stay out of it as much as possible. Winter was always crazy here, people wanting to come and ski from all over. You approached a 4-way stop, turning right so you can make your way back into the hills, winding around a large lake that was popular for a myriad of water sports in the summer. The leaves were starting to change, signaling natures close to the summer and eventual arrival of the fluffy white stuff you loved so dearly. That was the other reason you wanted to live somewhere like this- the mountains in winter always held a soft spot in your heart.
(CHAPTER 4)
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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 14
You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.
A/N: Shorter, angsty chapter, y'all. We're working up to some stuff ;] bare with me as I am working thru some personal stuff, so I haven't been able to write as much.
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Ch 14: I Just Want You to Know Who I Am
“Y/N? Y/N?” You heard a faint call of your name, and a grip on your shoulder. You quickly realized that you had just had a flashback in the middle of working out, at work. Looking around, Scarlett was leaning you up against the cool surface of the mirrored wall behind you. Her features laced in concern as she wiped your face with your towel, rubbing your arm as you came back to reality. “Count for me, Y/N. Breathe. I’m here. Focus on me.” She grabbed your hand in hers, placing it over her now sweaty chest, allowing you to feel her pulse through the hoodie she wore. Once you came to the realization of what was going on, you quickly scrambled away from her, standing and brushing yourself off.
Clearing your throat, you straightened yourself out, taking a deep breath.
“Sorry, Scarlett. Don’t know what happened there.” You nervously ran your hand over the back of your neck, walking around the actress to grab the water bottle leaning against your bag on the floor.
“I would say you had a panic attack, Y/L/N.” She now stood where she had been kneeling next to you, but hadn’t yet turned around to face you.
“It’s been a long day, for both of us.” You respond, glancing over your shoulder as she turned on her heels to face you. You began to unwrap your fists, grimacing at the tape and gauze sticking to your battered knuckles.
“I know we don’t know each over very well, Y/N, but do you want to talk about it? It may help…” she asked, walking around so you were facing each other. She gasped when she saw the condition of your fists. “Your hands, Y/N.” You quickly withdrew them from her hands. You pretend not to noticed the look of disappointment that flashed across her face in doing so.
“It’s okay, Scarlett. How long was I on the ground?” You asked, wiping off your hands before wiping off the rest of your arms and your head.
“You were just sitting there, mumbling before you started to breath really heavy. 20 minutes, I’d say.” She responds. “I thought you were winded at first.”
“Oh.” You sat yourself on the bench in the middle of the gym, elbows resting on your knees, water bottle in your hand. She sat next to you, the pair of you sitting in silence for what felt like forever. But to you, it was one of the most comfortable silences you had ever been in. No pressure, just comfort. After a period of time, and half your water bottle gone, you break the silence. “I don’t know how he is.” You whispered, putting your head down. “The one man who has protected me through everything, and I led him into a trap.” You spoke softly, playing with the water bottle in your grasp.
“It wasn’t your fault, Y/N.” She whispered, inching herself closer to you. You slid a little bit further away, not wanting to allow yourself the comfort.
“But it was, Scarlett. I put him in that situation. I’m the leader…I’m…”
“Y/N, stop. You couldn’t have possibly predicted that they would t-bone the car.” She reached out for you, gently grabbing your bruised hand.
“It should have been me, Scarlett.”
“No, Y/L/N. Don’t you dare.” You pulled your hand away from her, grabbing your water bottle again. You stood, clearing your throat from the rock that was now lodged in it.
“I’m going to shower, Scarlett. If you want to keep working out, make yourself at home. I’ll… uhh. I’ll be back in a minute.” You walked away, leaving a speechless blonde on the bench in the middle of the room.
After getting to your locker, you stripped yourself of the gym clothes, stepping foot into one of the shower stalls before cranking the water all the way to its hottest temperature. You needed to loosen yourself up. You allowed the hot water to run over your body in an effort to de-stress. You cannot believe you had a flashback in the middle of the gym at work. Let alone, in front of your client, the person you should be protecting. She can’t see you weak. You cannot let her see you like that, ever- ever again. It will only compromise things more. You steel yourself, talking yourself down as you rinse your self off.
Grabbing the towel hanging outside the shower, you cover yourself, walking back to the locker with your name on it, and putting your sweatpants and tee shirt back on. Collecting your thoughts, and yourself, you took a deep breath, and walked out of the locker room. Looking around, you see no sign of Scarlett.
“Scarlett?” You call out, but get no answer. “Scarlett? ”
“Y/N.” Kris called out. “She’s upstairs. In the board room.”
“Oh. Thanks, Kris.” You began to walk by the other blonde. As you passed her, she quipped over her shoulder.
“What the fuck happened down here? She said you weren’t ok, that’s why I’m here.”
“I’m fine, Kris. Look at me. Fine.” You emphasize the last part, to exaggerate that you were ok, even though you and her both knew you weren’t.
“Y/N. You know you can’t do your job if you aren’t in the right state of mind.” She turned on her heel, standing with her hands on her hips to face you.
“Kris. Seriously. I’m fine.”
“Mmhm.” She responded, raising her eyebrow before walking past you. “I don’t know why I ask. You never tell, anyways.”
“Don’t ask, don’t tell.” You mumble, just loud enough she can tell you said something.
“What?”
“Thanks for checking, Kris.” You walk past her, heading to the stairs. You didn’t want to be trapped in the same elevator as her right now.
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Later that night, you had taken Scarlett to a friends house, she wasn’t quite comfortable to stay by herself. Another actress, someone she would be starring in a movie with. You had to do a walk around, make sure everything was safe, and leave a few guards posted outside. While waiting for the two guards to arrive, you were all seated in the living room to the beach house, a salty breeze blowing into the room as the two women talked.
“So, Y/N…” the actress introduced to you as Elizabeth Olsen, or Lizzie, turned towards you.
“Y/L/N. I go by my last name.” You respond coldly. Scarlett whips her head in your direction, a shocked expression on her face.
“Riiiight… Y/L/N. How’d you get into security?” She asked, trying to involve you in the banter back and forth.
“Military. This allows me to stay involved without being involved.” You respond curtly.
“Ahh. What branch?”
“Army.”
“Mmm. Well, thank you for your service.” She responded, quickly getting the hint that you didn’t want to talk about it. You rolled your eyes, looking at your hands. Lizzie and Scarlett went back to talking back and forth as you stood, deciding to do a real quick walk around the house before your two agents showed up.
“Y/N.” You heard the familiar rasp behind you.
“What?” You turn around abruptly, almost causing the blonde to run right into you.
“I’m not going to ask if you’re ok. I know you’re not. But I’m here, if you need to talk. I hope you know that.” She replies quietly.
“Thanks. But I’ll be fine.” You respond. Her face dropped.
“You don’t need to be like that, Y/L/N. The machismo doesn’t impress me.”
“Machismo?” You chuckle, shaking your head before dropping it to look at your feet briefly. You raise it back up, looking at her in the eyes. “This, this isn’t ‘machismo’, this isn’t ‘bravado’, this isn’t a blowhard type of show, Scarlett. I’m simply doing my job. We aren’t friends. You are my client, I am here to protect you. Not to chit chat over tea and fucking crumpets. So if you’ll excuse me, I am going to make some rounds, and make a phone call. My agents will be here over night, and will take you home in the morning.”
You left her, standing on the doorstep to her friends house, shocked.
CHAPTER 15
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I Got a Secret, So I'ma Drop 'Em to the Floor
Years of observation had you watching the redhead from afar- wishing, hoping, that someday you could get past your one night stands for her.
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A/N: Welp, here it is, sorry for dragging it out so long, I've been hella sick of late. Enjoy, and Merry Chrysler!
TW: daddy kink, strap on use, poorly translated Russian, face riding, angst and mutual pining, nat being a total pillow princess because she deserves it, edging. 18+
You hated this time of year. The pomp and circumstance of the holidays never sat well with you- never feeling like you really had anything worth celebrating. You were always dedicated to work first, and never gave yourself the time for more than a meaningless fling. The seemingly forced happiness many coworkers at your workplace exuded, mixed with the obligatory Christmas parties, one of which you were currently getting ready for. You had absolutely no desire to attend, but the obligation of this being your business made it necessary. The buzzing of your phone on the right bedside table told you that someone had texted- presumably your assistant, Kate.
You were lucky- you really were- running the only all female partner-led law firm in the state of New York. You, being the original, founding member, a prodigal law student from Stanford University, finishing your Masters in Criminal Law in an unheard of 3 years out of high school, and being brought up under the tutelage of Matt Murdock before breaking out of the Nelson and Murdock firm and starting your own. With much criticism at your decision to leave the best law firm in the state, you were met with unfathomable backlash, people trying to make it impossible for your firm to succeed, but your mentor knew what being the underdog meant, how hard it was, and he was in your corner the entire way.
Within the matter of a half decade- you had become one of the most highly sought after lawyers in the state, and had a legion of powerful women behind you as partners in your law firm, and with that- you had the only truly all female law firm in the state, and most likely the country. Y/L/N, Sharpe, Book and Walters was the best of the best. You also had a slew of “up and coming” hotshot female lawyers, people always seemed to pick apart the penchant you had for dynamic, jaw-droppingly attractive and authoritative women. Your love life was nothing for any outsider to envy- you hardly ever dated, more like fooled around with what ever poor, unsuspecting soul should fall victim to your allure, and uncanny ability to entice and ensnare even the most savvy and discerning of women.
Glancing at your phone, you were correct in seeing Kates name flashing on your screen, a quick text being sent to confirm that you were, in fact, on your way to the holiday party. You peered over your shoulder, seeing the myriad of Christmas lights mixed with city lights, overlooking the holiday festivities being had in Central Park. Grasping the green drab pinstripe suit jacket, flinging it over the shoulder of your cream colored button up clad frame. You made your way down to where your driver was waiting for you, Hopping into the back of the blacked out SUV, and made your way towards the meatpacking district, to STK, where you had been able to cover the operating costs of the restaurant for the night, and then some, to ensure the restaurant was only full of employees of your large firm. A few members had ‘decorated’ the restaurant, as if everyone attending didn’t already know the impending holiday was the reason for the party.
You could hear the overwhelmingly jolly music blaring from the interior of the restaurant as you arrived- you really only let yourself indulge in the musical accompaniments of the season on the holiday itself, any more than that seemed to be too much. Bracing for what was behind the door, you pulled your arms through the sleeves of your coat, taking a deep breathing and allowing yourself to exhale, watching the cold air around you transform your warm breath into opaque clouds.
“Is the big, bad attorney afraid of a little festive fun?”
You rolled your eyes in response as you turned to fact the source of the voice. One of your aspiring partners, Wanda, stood behind you. With her signature head tilt and smirk, she was looming on your heels, arms crossed. She looked stunning in an all black suit, her blazer not leaving much to the imagination as there was nothing on underneath. Of course, you knew what was underneath, you had already slept with her, to say it was a shock when she walked into your office a few days later, announcing she was the new junior attorney was an understatement. She had tried many times to get back in bed with you, but you never broke the 2 night rule. There was only one person that you consider ever breaking that rule for- the one woman in the office you hadn’t seen completely bare- one Natasha Romanoff. She was the only person in the office to give you a run for your money, and she could go toe to toe with your antics. She had arguably bed just as many as you, and most certainly wasn’t shy about it.
“No, Maximoff. There’s a difference between fear and hatred. I hate the holidays.” You snark back, her tutting at her revelation.
“Oh, Y/L/N, you should never tell others what gets under your skin. Now, come come, let’s go inside. It’s freezing out here.” She loops her arm in yours, leading you to the door of the chophouse. You let her lead you towards the door, withdrawing your arm from hers as you walked inside, taking in the dull roar of the crowd now occupying the space, various shades of red, gold, green and silver smattered throughout, with pine boughs and wreaths adorning the columns in the space. Various ornaments and a fairly large Christmas tree were nestled in the far corner, surrounded by the gift boxes that held every employees Christmastime bonus, meticulously wrapped by your assistant. Wanda quickly made her way to a group of junior litigators who were clustered at the end of the bar. One thing you will give the redhead credit for, she certainly held the presence of being a bonafide partner, she never once acted like a timid junior who was afraid of fucking up.
As you wormed your way through the crowd, you were stopped time and time again, everyone thanking you for the party, or feigning interest by asking your plans for the holidays, some of the plus ones asking where your significant other was, some of the elder employees shocked you hadn’t a girlfriend, let alone a date. By the time you had made your way to the partners table, the amused look on Jennifers face made it obvious to your disdain for the social interaction. She handed you a glass, your gaze questioning its contents as the dark brown liquid swirled around the martini glass.
“It’s an espresso martini, Y/N. Relax. You need to loosen up.” Her eyes went wide as you slammed the booze back, smiling as you set the glass onto a passing waiters tray. “Jesus, I didn’t mean like that…”
“Relax, Jenn,” you snarked, mocking the tone she used with you. You slowly made your way around the table, greeting and talking to everyone, before turning around as she walked in the padded front doors.
“You have a little bit of something…there, ya know?” Kate whispered at you, motioning at her bottom lip as you watched the woman make her way through the restaurant, her gaze briefly shooting your way, smirking as she gave you a once over. You think you may have stopped breathing, between her all white suit with her auburn hair that you honestly just wanted to see stuck to her forehead covered in sweat, you dreamed of seeing her panting and what her moans would sound like, and had to shake yourself out of it, quickly turning the other direction and flagging a waitress down for a drink. After smacking Kate and telling her to leave you alone, you flashed a bright smile at the woman who took your drink order, her shy smile causing you to laugh as you made your way towards your seat, planning on ordering your dinner so you could give everyone their token seasonal package and then the sooner you could be home, with your lingering thoughts of the redhead meandering from table to table, laughing and talking to various people throughout the room.
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You couldn’t help but notice throughout the night that she made her way around to every single person, including the partners, everyone except for you. Dismissing the behavior of the flirtatious redhead, you made your way to the bar, having given your speech to congratulate everyone on the banner year and your desire for a repeat performance, blah, blah, blah. You began to hit on the ridiculously attractive barkeep, flirting your way through her remaining shift by sitting at the end of the bar, blushing at the remarks you would make as she kept you well-hydrated.
“Well, Y/N, you can certainly put a holiday party together. I can’t say the same for your speeches.” Your breath caught ever so slightly, you rolled your eyes, turning to the redhead beside you.
“Happy fucking Holidays to you too, Romanoff. Also, probably not how you should be talking to your boss.” You smirk, taking a sip of your drink before setting it back down onto the marble bar top. You took in the woman standing next to you, her red locks curled and flowing over her shoulder, the white suit with her gold rings and necklaces, and white heels that still didn’t bring her quite to your height. You imagined the look of those necklaces dangling in your face as she rode your strap to oblivion, her hair in a curtain surrounding your faces. You took another sip of your drink, watching the womans every move.
“Well, boss, considering how you’ve been eye-fucking me all night, I think I should get a pass.” You almost spit out your drink at the remark.
“What the hell are you going on about, Romanoff?” She left you speechless by the bar, winking after receiving her drink. She made her way to the makeshift dance floor on the other side of the restaurant, where she rocked and swayed with her drink, and the music. She kept her distance, but her gaze was piercing through you no matter where you ended up in the party. After a few more drinks, you had finally loosened up enough to dance around with the music some, but it wasn’t anywhere near how you wanted to be dancing, nor who you wanted to be dancing with. Thinking that one more drink wouldn’t hurt, you stood at the bar, waiting for the new bartender to make you your drink. You had been hoping for the same smoke-show blonde to be behind the counter, but she had left, and someone else- who most definitely wasn’t her- was manning it now.
“Don’t look so disappointed, Y/N.” a voice resonated through the music from behind you.
“I can’t help it, I wanted something to do when I got home tonight…” you answered, the alcohol at this point not helping you to filter what probably should and should not be said at a work function you are throwing. You missed the look of disappointment on the face of the woman behind you.
“Something, or someone?” they spoke over the music, right into the shell of your ear. Goosebumps erupted across your body at the breath fanning across the side of your face.
“Definitely someone.” you answer, turning around to face the frame behind you, putting yourself ungodly close to Natasha’s now shimmering body, an expression of amusement on your face. If there was one thing people (who stuck around) always seemed to be annoyed with, it was your gross ability to extremely confident- borderline cocky, and acerbic the more you drank. You usually pissed more people off than you charmed as the night went on. But all that usually mattered always that someone was going to lay in your bed that night. And they would get absolutely railed senseless.
Your wandering gaze wasn’t missed by the redhead, but she was still slightly caught off guard by your remark, thinking you wanted the bartender to be your companion home. Natasha had been playing the long game- she had been pining after you since she watched you speak at a college seminar, you are the reason Natasha got into law. When you accepted her application as an intern junior associate, she thought she may explode. You had her working on a team with Jenn as her mentor. While she was disappointed she wasn’t on your team- she soon found out you didn’t have one. You worked alone. She has been working to gain your attention ever since, a small glimmer of her hoping you would once- just once- make an exception. She saw the “tough guy” charade, the play girl demeanor, and frankly saw right through you. You had no idea, but Natasha could read you like a book.
“Don’t be such an ass, Y/L/N.” You scoff at the remark, putting your arms up.
“Whoa, whoa, whoaaaa… Romanoff… do I sense some jealously? Or did you have her on your to-do list as well?”
“Oh, please, Y/N. I am most certainly not jealous. And no, the blonde bimbo was not on my to-do list. Unlike some people I know, I don’t make it a sport to pass through every floozie in the 5 boroughs.”
“I don’t make it a sport, Romanoff. It just comes natural. Besides… no one can handle me on the regular anyways.” You turn your back to the redhead, the bartender finally sliding you your drink. The booze didn’t stand a chance, you downed it in one gulp, wiping the back of your hand over your mouth, cleaning the corners of your lips with your thumb. You pretended not to notice the slight tint to the womans cheeks, and the small glimmer in her eyes as they darkened slightly at your actions. “Now, Romanoff. You can either join me for the after party down the street, or you can shut the fuck up about my lifestyle.” You spoke into the womans ear as you stood more upright, having to bend over slightly to reach her pierced ear. “Maybe now, you can learn from the master…” you quip, digging at her antics of going toe to toe with your sexual prowess.
“Please, Y/L/N. If anyone is going to be learning anything, it isn’t me.” She snarked back, playing right into your hand. You pretended not to see her body shiver slightly as you spoke in her ear, but you knew you finally had her where you wanted her.
“Lets go, Romanoff.” You grabbed the woman by her arm, leading her out a side door, where no one from the office could see. The brisk air was a shock to the both of you, as you both let out a slight gasp at the chill in the mid-December air. You continued to walk, leading the woman to one of the few nightclubs you will allow yourself to frequent. Luckily, it was a short walk from STK, so you noticed the strobing and pulsating lights, then you began to hear the dull thrum of the music from inside. It was bound to be packed- this was a Friday night, after all. You approached the bouncer, grabbed Natasha’s hand and he let you in front of all the people in line, recognizing you instantly.
“Come here often, I take it?” She asks as you get inside, dropping her hand to thread you arm around her waist, leading her to the bar.
“Yeah, you could say that.” You smile, flagging down one of the usual bartenders. He recognized you instantly, and began to make you your usual drink. “What do you want, Romanoff?” You ask, placing your mouth right next to the redheads ear so she could hear the question over the music.
“Triple vodka and soda water, please.” She answers, watching you lean over the bar and give the barkeep your order. He smiled, nodded and went to make her drink, going heavy on the pours.
“I know you like your vodka, Romanoff. You fucking Russians, I swear you drink that shit like it’s fucking water.” You cringed at the thought, handing her the glass that was mostly alcohol.
“Yeah, well there’s other things us fucking Russians like to do too. And please, call me Nat. You don’t need to use my last name like we’re in the fucking military.” She says as you sit at your usual table upstairs, in the corner, away from the dance floor. “You even have your own table here? Who’d you pay off for that treatment?”
“No one. I’m always here, made friends with the owner. Now he treats me like a daughter.” You reply, taking a large swig of your drink, unbuttoning a few of the buttons on your shirt, so you really only had 3 buttons holding your shirt over your stomach. Natasha pretended not to watch as you unbuttoned them with one hand, as you watched the crowd, but you caught her stare. “See something you like, Nat?”
“Huh? Oh... no. Hell no. Just thinking.” She responded, quickly turning her head away, taking a large drink of her poison before looking at the floor below. “Wanna dance? Christmas music is hard to get a rhythm to…” she asked, looking your way.
“No, I'm good. I’ll watch from up here, see if someone catches my eye.” You wink, taking another sip of your drink as she nods and goes back downstairs, worming her way through the sea of bodies. She found a spot that you could just barely see, and you kept your eyes trained on her as it wasn’t long before she had a few guys come up to her.
You could see her turn them away, their dejected expressions showing the she didn’t let them down easy. But then, you recognized the woman approaching her as the bartender from the restaurant, and Natasha glanced at you before nodding as they started to dance. It started innocently enough, but as the songs faded from one to another, and the closer their bodies got. Soon, the redhead had her hands wrapped around the waist of the blonde, the blondes arms around Nat’s neck. You could feel the bile rising in your throat, as not only the woman you wanted was too close to a woman you were trying take home in her place. It was a sick, sick, game. Natasha would occasionally glance at you, ensuring that she was getting the rise she wanted out of you. She knew that this could very well be the tipping point- and may get her what she wanted most.
You watched as the two seemed to get more affectionate as the night went on, and before you knew it, your body was involuntarily moving you back to the bar, where you ordered a few shots, downing them back to back to back, before making your way onto the floor and finding someone that was dancing alone. You were sure to keep your gaze on or around Natasha, trying to monitor her every move. She was clenching her jaw at the brunette now “dancing” by you, but the poor thing was so drunk you could barely call her dancing a seizure. It looked embarrassing, really- she was like a fish out of water, just flopping herself all over you and anyone who bothered to come near her. But Natasha still didn’t like it.
You moved around, going from woman to woman, dancing, grinding, but never letting your envious gaze leave the woman you wanted the most. She was the same, now moving around from woman to woman, but her eyes always seemed to linger on yours. Finally, you felt like you had been goaded enough. You waited just long enough for her to push away from someone else, and as her back turned, you slid up behind her, slipping your hands around her waist, moving with the new song that was pulsating over the speakers.
“Having fun, are we?” You asked, pressing the womans back to your front, earning a slight gasp.
“I am, thank you.” She smirked, and god- that sideways smile could honestly bring you to your knees. “I thought you didn’t want to dance?”
“I couldn’t help it, my song came on.” She laughed, her head leaning backwards to your shoulder.
“Please, Y/N. You saw me dancing with your wannabe conquest from earlier. You got jealous.” She turned around in your arms, slotting one leg in between yours, as you pulled her hips up to yours. You continued to move to the beat of the music, keeping as little of airspace as possible between your bodies. You swore you could honestly light a fire with the amount of heat being generated between you two at the moment.
“You see, Natasha, that’s where you’re wrong.”
“Oh? And how would that be wrong? You were pining after her all night back at the restaurant.” She quipped, but you saw the jealousy flash across her face.
“That was me settling, dorogoy.” you watched her eyes darken at the use of the Russian endearment.
“Uhh, one…when did you learn to speak Russian, and two… settling?” She asked.
“Ohh milaya, I can speak a few languages…” You whispered in her ear, causing a large eruption of goosebumps to erupt across her collarbone and shoulders. “…and yes, I was settling. There was someone else I wanted more at the party.”
“Blyat…” she whispered, hoping you wouldn’t hear her.
“Ah, ah, ah…saying things like that won’t get you the answers you want.” You quipped, turning her back around, pressing her back to your front.
“Oh? And how do you know what I want? Are you like Santa Claus now?” She chuckled at the joke, gasping when your hand runs up her side, drifting over her exposed collarbone and settles loosely around her neck. Her eyes quickly clouded over and closed, her head leaning her head back so her mouth rested by your ear.
“Detka, I sign your checks. I am kinda like Santa Claus.” She groaned as you pushed your hand up the column of her throat, pulling her lip from the prison in between her teeth and continuing up, grabbing onto her hair and gently pulling her back flush with you. “…But I can think of a few other things you can call me…” you whispered against the shell of her ear, pulling her hair down so her neck was strained and her eyes screwed shut. You ran your teeth and tongue up the side of her neck, coming to a rest being her ear, by her throbbing pulse point.
“Fuck, Y/N…” she groaned as leaned back into you. As soon as you let her hair go, she snapped her head back, turning herself around in your arms, and grinding to the music down your now outstretched leg. She came back up, her forest green eyes dusted with lust, coming to a stop as your noses touched. “I don’t want to be a conquest for the night, detka.” She emphasized how you pronounce the very same word to her earlier.
“Well, how cocky of you, did you really, really think that is what I wanted? You think of all the people in that office, and around this city I have slept with, that you could change how I go about my personal life?” You backed away ever so slightly, the redhead slightly stumbling, so you caught her by her ribcage, pushing her backwards away from you.
“Please, Y/N. I see how you gawk, I know you’ve run through almost every person in that office like a wildfire, and you-YOU-don’t have any desire to put your hands all over this?” She spun, dropped low, and stuck her ass straight back into your groin. She gasped as she felt the “little surprise” you had been wearing all night. She stood up, backing her ass back up into you, rubbing all over your strap, causing you to groan as you watched. “How about you give me a little extra ‘Christmas Bonus’, hmm?” She continued to wiggle against you, the concealed toy hitting the right spot to cause you to let out a throaty moan. “C’mon, detka, I want to hear you, I want to watch you fuck me… with this…” she emphasized as she palmed the toy, peeking over her shoulder at you. You pushed her shoulders down, causing her to bend at the perfect angle, and come up slowly against you, and just as she reached the perfect position, you thrust your hips forwards driving the toy into her ever so slightly.
“You’re coming with me.” You responded as you grabbed her waist, leading her off the dance floor, back to your table to collect your belongings, as you called your driver to meet you out front. She slammed back another drink as you were walking down to the lower level, sliding the glass across the bar top and linking her hand in yours. You stood behind her as the chauffeur arrived in front of the club, and as you opened the door, leaning towards Natasha’s ear, you whispered, “Let me show you how much I want this to not be a one night stand, detka.” Your lips ghosted the shell of her ear, and you slid your hand down, grabbing her ass and pushing her into the car as she turns around with a totally astounded face. She sat there, staring, as she couldn’t quite wrap her head around the words you just said. You sat there with your legs spread, a cocky smirk adorning your features, watching her come to terms with what you had said.
“You…wha…what???” She questioned, all confidence seeming to be gone at this point, the power in your hands.
“Oh, come on, babygirl… daddy didn’t stutter… you heard me correctly.” You snarked, leaning back and stretching your arms over the back of the seat, loosening your tie and unbuttoning the other buttons to your shirt. You didn’t miss how she reacted, her legs squeezing together as she screwed her eyes shut, groaning at your demeanor. You leaned forward, looking at her closed eyes, pulling her chin towards you, in between your thumb and forefinger. “Don’t leave me waiting, doll. Repeat what I said.” You smirked as her eyes flew open, and she took in your proximity, your thumb running over her prominent cheek bones. She leaned into your touch, as you opened your hand and slid your palm alongside her face, grabbing onto the back of her head to get her attention. “What…did…daddy…say?” You punctuated each word, inching her face closer with every pause.
“That… that I’m coming with you?” She asked, your lips curling into a sinister smile as she tries to remember the rest of your statement. “…and…and that you want to show me this won’t be a one night stand?” She whispered the last part, like she was afraid you would deny the statement, and kick her to the street after riling her up to the point that she was sure her arousal could be seen through her new work pants. Your grip loosened as she mentioned the last part, a whimper leaving her slightly parted lips as you leaned forward, trapping her against the bench seat in the SUV across from you.
“Good girl, milaya.” You whispered against her lips, her eyes screwing shut as to pressed you lips to hers in a chaste, fiery kiss. You knew you were pulling into your parking garage, so there wasn’t time to get her properly edged. She moaned as you traced the inside of her mouth with your tongue, trying to memorize everything you could before your driver opened the door. You pulled away all too quickly, right as the door opened, and she almost fell forward in the direction of the kiss. “Whoa, be careful detka…there’s no rush. We have all night.” You respond as she moans, you catching her falling frame as you slip out of the SUV, holding out your hand as she stumbles towards you, almost falling out of the back. You laugh, wrapping your arms around her slim waist and lifting her down to the ground, setting her down carefully.
You reach your hand out behind you, leading her towards the elevator that would carry you up the 129 floors to your penthouse. The moment you backed into the elevator, she pressed herself onto your leaning frame, grabbing hold of the tie around your neck and pulling you in for another scorching kiss- a kiss that would make Eros and Himeros blush. A clashing of tongue, teeth, and winded breath as you both clawed at each other, fighting for dominance in the kiss, you eventually winning by gripping her hips so tightly she would surely have bruises in the morning, spinning her around and slamming her into the opulent wall of the elevator. The moan that left her mouth was absolutely filthy, sinful, and you couldn’t wait to make her groan like that all night long. You pulled her head to the side and kissed your way up and down her neck, before the door dinged open, and you backed away, smirking at her glassed over expression as you led her into the penthouse. She glanced around at the space, smiling at the token Christmas tree tucked in the corner, half decorated as the only evidence of the season she could seek out. You began to further untuck and unbutton your shirt, standing there as she took in her surroundings, and when she turned around, she saw your dress shirt completely unbuttoned, the tattoos adorning your ribcage now ever present, the tie barely hung around your neck, and your jacket flung over your shoulder.
“You just gonna stand there and admire? Or are you actually gonna put daddy to use?” You respond, biting your lip slightly, as she stalks over to you like she was hunting prey. She grabs a hold of your shirt, pulling you into her and running her nimble fingers over your bare chest.
“No bra tonight, darling?” She asked, her eyes darkening as she slowly began inching her hands all over your frame, sweeping her thumb underneath your breasts, tracing the tattoo that resides in between. “Fuck, detkaaaa…” she drew out the endearment in her mother tongue, running her nose up your neck and behind your ear. You wrapped your muscular arm around her waist, schooching it down to beneath her thighs.
“Up, babe…” you tap her thigh with your other hand, signaling for her to jump into your arms, you looping your forearm under her ass as she wrapped herself around your front like a koala. She began to rock her hips slightly, trying to gain friction against the member you still had in your pants, but you pulled her up higher so she couldn’t reach it. “Ah ah, behave…” you whispered into her ear, feeling the goosebumps erupt across the span of her back and thighs. “You don’t want to be a bad girl on your first night, do you? You don’t want to disappoint me, malyshka…” you kicked open the door to the bedroom as she nestled herself into your neck, you threw the blazer off your shoulder and onto the chair by the door. The whining and squirming mess attached to your frame like a leach squealed as you threw her onto your massive bed in the center of the room. Her red hair fanned out perfectly as she pulled it out of her ponytail holder, and her legs crossed as she bit into her lip so hard the skin turned white. “Ooooh, baby… be nice to those perfect lips… don’t bite so hard…” you tutted as you reached out, dragging your thumb across her lower lip, pulling it from the grasp between her pearly white teeth and red lipstick. You began to remove the dress shirt from your frame, tossing it in the same direction as the chair that now has your jacket on it. You began to loosen the tie, yelping as she pulled you forward so her lips rested on your ear.
“Leave the tie, detka…” she pulled back, looking into your eyes as you groaned at her response.
“Lie back for me, Natasha…” you leaned back, unbuckling the belt on your waist, whipping it out of your belt loops and throwing it to the side, before unbuttoning your pants. You kneeled with your knee slotted in between her legs, leaning over her frame with both your arms flanking her side. “Tell, me… malysh… how would you like this to go? Do you want daddy to take it easy?” You trailed your finger up and down her clothed chest, biting your lip when you also felt, no bra. With one hand, you began to unbutton her shirt, slowly, painstakingly slow, as you continued to trail your finger up and down the now bare, creamy skin. Leaning over, your trailed kisses up the center of her sternum, nipping at her collarbones as open mouthed kisses trailed over the expanse of her pale chest and neck. You leaned back as you finally reached the bottom of her shirt, she sat up and quickly tossed the offending article to the side.
“Please… please Y/N…” she moaned as you returned to nipping and kissing, soothing and licking spots all over her chest. She began bucking her hips slightly, trying to gain friction where her core was aching most.
“Awwwwh, ‘please…please Y/N’ “ you mocked as you pulled back, shoving her back down to the bed and taking in her disheveled state. She was squirming, squeezing her legs together as you grabbed a firm hold of her ankles, making the auburn haired woman moan as you ripped them apart, and groaned at the visible wet patch forming on the dress pants she was wearing. “Ohh, detka… you’re drenched… all for me? It looks like I owe you a new pair of pants…” you snarled in her face, causing her eyes to roll back as your finger swiped up her folds outside of her pants. You groaned as the fabric now clung to the form below, seeing the detail of her pussy coming through the drenched, white fabric. You leaned over, swiping your nose through her crotch as you leaned over her, watching as her frame squirmed beneath you, her eyes screwed shut.
“Please…please Y/N… take them off…’m so uncomfortable…” she trailed off, squirming as her hands grasped at the sheets below. Ripping her legs apart again, your deft fingers unbuttoning her pants, before slowly gliding down the soft fabric, teasing her inner thighs, before getting the material down to her ankles, and ripping the fabric from her frame. She gasped at the sudden cold- her back arching as you slid your arm under the small of her back, lifting her frame with ease and tossing her deeper onto the mattress, before stalking over her now bare body. You leaned back onto your heels, admiring the now easily apparent bruises adorning her collarbone, the scratches running down her chest to her belly, and the flushed expression with her mouth agape as she wriggled beneath you. You looked down to see her sopping, puffy cunt dripping onto the fabric below, her legs shaking to rub together, but your body in between kept that from happening.
You leaned up to her ear, purposely driving your thigh into her dripping sex, nipping at the shell of her ear- earning an almost pornographic moan from the woman.
“You have no idea, krasivaya, how long I have been thinking about this… How long I have wanted to see you, feel you, hear you, taste you.” A devilish smirk laced your features. “Now, detka- make yourself useful…ruin daddy’s pants, doll.” You nipped at her pierced ear, jingling the pricing with your tongue, and feeling the woman’s back arch against you as her eyes rolled back.
“Fuuuuuuuuck…. Y/N…” she moaned, her hips picking up their pace as you stilled them beneath you.
“Ah, ah… what’s my name, darling?” You pinched her hip bones, before pushing your hands up her chest and resting them on her pebbled nubs, lightly running your fingers over them, teasing her with the ghost of your touch.
“Hnnnng…..daaaa…..daaaaddy…” she moaned as she scratched her nails down your chest.
“There you go…there’s my girl…” you respond, grabbing hold of her hips and beginning to run her folds up and down the covered musculature of your thigh. You randomly would flex your leg, allowing for a variation in her pleasure. You groaned as you watched the slick patch develop on your thigh saturating the fabric on your legs, groaning as the folds of her pussy would part and slide up and down,, her hips driving up as she tried to gain friction on her aching clit. “Good girl…” you moaned as you watched her thrusts become firmer and sloppier, signaling she was reaching her peak. Just as you felt her legs begin to tremble, and her entrance began clamping around nothing, you pulled her away from your leg. She let out a pained groan, her climax beginning to fade away as a dull sheen of sweat became present on her body.
“Ah, ah… babygirl- terpeniye (patience)…You want to cum on daddy’s strap, yeah?” You shushed her moans, pushing your finger past her swollen lips. She opened her watery, dark green orbs, a doe eyed, lusty expression taking over her features. She nodded furiously as he bit her lip again, you tutting and leaning down, freeing her lip and capturing them with your own. The kiss started out slow, passionate, as all the pent up emotions of years of watching her prance around your office, her professional cockiness irritating to most, but it made your heart swell like the Grinch to think that she wanted that kind of power, authority and rapport within the community- next to you. Everyone always tried to use you, sleep with you, to get the next position- no one ever outright said they wanted to work beside you.
“Push…puhlease…daddy… I need you… I’ve been dreaming… of this… for so…so long…” she moaned and squirmed, pawing at your breasts, pulling the hair on the nape of your neck, and the bulge that is yet to be uncovered from your pants. Your eyes rolled back at her admission, a brief sigh leaving your lips as you leaned back, looking down at the sopping wet patch of her arousal adorning your right thigh. You slowly pushed the pants down, as she pulled at one nipple with her hand, the other hovering over her drenched core. She moaned as you let the fabric catch onto the strap adorning your hips, causing it to rebound and smack you in the lower stomach. You leaned your frame forward, placing your arms on the side of her torso, and allowing yourself to drag your hips up, the toy running through her sopping folds. “aaaAAhhhH!” She arched into you, letting out a glass shattering moan.
“Good, good girl. Let daddy hear you. I’ve waited so long…we’ve waited so long…” you moaned into her mouth rocking your hips back and forth slowly, allowing the silicone hung from your groin to lubricate against her. She clawed at your back, as you held yourself over her, watching her mewl and wiggle beneath you. “Ohhhhhh, Natasha…” you moaned at the sight of her beneath you. “You drive daddy wild, baby. This body, your moans, how wet you are for me, tell me, baby girl… my malyshka… who makes you wet like this? Hmm? Who makes you moan and wiggle beneath them like a fool, like I DO?”
You grazed your teeth over her nipple, your tongue swirling over the bud, before puckering your lips and blowing a cool stream of air onto the rock hard pebble. She pushed her chest up to your face, arching her back so deep your nose rested between her bosoms. You began nipping and biting, licking the tight skin between her breasts pulling your arms out from underneath her frame and grasping a boob into each hand, pushing them against your face. You continued to flick the nipples as you nipped and licked every inch of her pale, muscular chest. You pulled your face away, pushing her boobs further together, and grabbing onto them pulling yourself forward as you teased her entrance with the tip of your cock. She bit her lip, nodding and moaning a yes as the tip pressed into her saturated folds. You let go of one of her boobs, lining the tip up with her dripping hole. You began to slowly push in, creeping the dildo into her sex ever so slowly, watching as her cunt swallows the toy vein by vein. You were mesmerized by the sight of her pussy swallowing you whole and she quickly grew impatient with how slow you were spreading her open.
“Unnngh…. daddyyyyyyyyy… pleaseeeee… please fuck me!” She mewled beneath you, run-in her hands through her hair as she bit her lip.
“Ohhh, baby. Because you asked so nice…” you grabbed hold of her hips, and rammed your hips forward HARD. You bottomed out , nestling your groin against hers as she regained her breath, her hands pawing behind your head until they found purchase at the nape of your neck. “Do you feel better, baby? Nice and full of daddy’s cock, baby?” You mocked, as she wiggled and shook her head beneath you. You quickly shifted your grip up to her boobs, grabbing hold of them before rutting your hips into hers like an animal in heat. You continued to pound your hips against hers, the wet slapping of the toy and the harness meeting her soaked, puffy lips as your hips expertly found new angles, quickly finding the spongy spot inside her that made her see white. Her grip in your hair began to get tighter, as you continued to thrust the toys full length inside her. You moaned as you watched her stomach bulge with each thrust, moving one of her hands to rest on her stomach as you continued your relentless pace on her cunt.
“m s’close, da…daddy…” she mewled beneath you.
“You are, honey- daddy can feel it. What do good girls do, baby doll?” You asked, pushing her hand into her stomach s she can feel the toy inside her.
“Th…they…ask to…to cum, daddy?” She asked, her eyes rolling back into her head as you let go of her breasts, grasping her hips firmly and watching the buds bounce with each thrust of your hips.
“Thaaaaats…my….good…girl…” you let out between thrusts. “Do you feel me deep inside you? You feel me up in your stomach, baby?” You asked as she moaned, nodding her head, her thighs slowly tightening around your hips.
“S’deep, feels s’good…” she moaned as she wiggled beneath you.
“What do good girls do, detka?” As the Russian endearment rolled off your tongue, her eyes rolled back and her back arched.
“Ohhhhh, daddy! Please!! Let me cum daddy!” She moaned as she came back down to the mattress. You kept a relentless pace, feeling sweat rolling down your chest and back. You edged her, pushing her further, and further, until she began whimpering painfully from holding back. You leaned up to her ear, licking the shell, before whispering.
“Konchi dlya menya, dorogaya. Otpusti menya.” (Cum for me, darling. Let go for me.) The shaking of her form beneath you told you all you needed to know… her legs wrapping around you tightly, pushing the toy as deep as it could go inside her. She pulled you down with her arms, kissing you passionately though her orgasm, as wave after wave crashed over her.
“Chert voz'mi, detka.” (Damn it, baby.) She whispered, winded as she let you go, running her hands through your disheveled hair, looking up at you with her blissed out eyes. You laughed, nestling your head into her neck, collapsing over her frame as you caught your breath.
“That good, huh?” You laughed, peering out the side of your eye to her staring at the ceiling.
“Oh, god… If I had known you could speak Russian sooner, this would have happened ages ago, detka.” She laughed as you lifted off her frame, shifting the toy that was still inside her up to her stomach. “oooOOhhh m’god, too much, too much…” she pushed you away, and you leaned back, resting your weight onto your heels as you slowly pulled the toy out, groaning at the sight.
“Fuckkkkk, darling…” you moan, swiping your thumb through her sensitive folds.You stepped back, removing the strap from your hips, and pulling her by her legs towards the edge of the bed. You kneeled on the floor, flattening your tongue and licking a fat stripe up her glistening sex, causing her legs to clamp shut at the sensitivity.
“dddDDDDaaaAAAddddyyyyy!” She screamed as she laced her hands through your hair, peering down through the valley of her breasts to watch you devour her sopping wet cunt. You continued to lap, nibble, lick, and plunge your tongue inside of her, as she quickly began tightening around your muscle. You wrapped an arm around her hips, bringing your thumb to meet her clit, rubbing furiously as you continue to lap at her entrance, devouring her cum and pushing her towards another explosion. Using your other hand, you spread her dripping lips to allow yourself deeper into her puffy sex. You nestled your face inside, wiggling around like you were going to shove the entirety of your face into her waiting core. “oooHHHH GOD you’re good at that!” She moaned, you laughed and sent vibrations pulling through her, causing her to arch, sitting almost fully and grabbing onto your face, rutting her hips shamelessly against your face. You groaned at the sight of her pulling you into her, thrusting herself without any regard like she would die without an orgasm. You reach your arms around her lower back, pulling her close as you continued to devour her whole.
“Ddd…dddaaaaadddyyy, puhhhhlease…” she panted out, struggling to catch her breath as she chased her high on your face. You hummed against her, lifting away slightly to allow yourself freedom to speak.
“Go ahead, baby- cum on daddy’s face, doll.” You groan, before she unabashedly pushed your face back to her core, and you continued a ruthless pace with your tongue, wiggling and nestling your face into her sex. Her hips continued to rut into your face, stuttering as she came to her climax, her abbreviated motions jostling your face as you lapped at her folds, cleaning up the cum before she pushed you away. You smirked, climbing back up her body, her essence running down your face, dripping off your chin. She moaned at the sight, swiping her cum off your chin before sucking on her thumb, hollowing her cheeks as she cleaned it off.
“I have waited, sooo, sooo long for that, Y/N.” She whispered as you neared her, nudging her nose with yours.
“Hmmm, me too, Natasha.” You whispered back as you looked into her glassy eyes, kissing her deeply, her moaning at the taste of herself on your tongue. The kiss continued as you poured all the years of pent up frustration into it, and you could tell- she was putting all her emotion into the kiss, running her hands all over your sweaty, sticky frame. “Merry Christmas, doll.” You whispered as you pulled away, a smirk adorning her strung out face.
“What happened to the big bad Grinch? You were awfully bah-humbug earlier…” she laughed as she pulled you close, your face nestling into her sweat covered neck.
“You happened, you’re all I’ve ever wanted, baby. I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Tash.” You muttered against her neck.
“You’re all I have ever wanted, malysh. Merry Christmas.” She whispered as she played with the hair on the back of your neck, gently lulling you almost to sleep. You moaned as you lifted yourself begrudgingly from her frame, stalking over to your bathroom, and grabbing a washcloth to clean Natasha up for the night. “Oh darling, if you think we’re done, we’re not. Nas yest' gody, chtoby naverstat' upushchennoye, detka.” (We’ve got years to make up for, baby.)
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