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babyjakes · 4 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

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biteofcherry · 7 months

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Yours to have

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

summary: It's the ceremony of your mating with Ari.

warnings: mystical vibes of ancient rituals; a/b/o dynamics; a pinch of exhibitionism; slight breeding kink; primal kink; shifters; shifter!Ari; wolf!Ari; shifter!Reader; no bestiality

word count: 5.4k

Author's Note: This is a tad different take on the usual claiming/biting in the a/b/o universe. The magic is more at play here in forming the mating bond, not the actual biting. As you read, you'll understand what exactly I changed about it and why. Also, a person called godi appears in this piece. The title of godi refers to a priest/ess of old pagan religions, leading mystical rituals (it's mostly Old Norse origin, but here it's simply used as a term to name the pack's sort of priestess).

The little sip of black currant liqueur you took before all the guests gathered in the wide, unfenced backyard didn’t help easing the tempo of your heart rate, as you finally took a step outside.

The silvery sphere of the full moon rose above the treetops, crowned in a gold and reddish halo as if the goddess herself knew of the special celebration about to take place.

Both packs were present - or you should say one pack, as now your people were merged into one under the rule of Ari. People stood to the sides, making a wide path for you to cross toward the arch weaved of evergreen branches, where your future mate awaited along with the pack’s godi.

It was the redhead who stole curious glances your way ever since Ari’s pack started mingling with yours. What you saw at first as some sort of jealousy, because Ari kept his claim on you known right away, relentlessly so, turned out to be mere curiosity. Perhaps also a mystical knowledge, which a godi was supposed to possess.

Her name was Alara and she was going to lead the ceremony of your mating.

Times were modern, shifters tended to bind themselves in very human-style weddings, but the Alpha had to honor old traditions. Especially if he chose to mate with an Omega. It was a stereotype as old as time and as such was expected to follow the ancient traditions.

In the weeks leading to the ceremony you spent some time with Alara, who taught you every step of the ceremony. It wasn't common knowledge, though there were parts of it passed on through generations via spoken tales. Like you were aware of the fact the ceremony had two phases and only a very few, selected shifters would be present for the second part.

The rather primal part.

Tiredness should weigh on your tense body, since you woke before dawn, but the anticipation and shot of excitement kept you fully energized. The early morning was part of tradition, as well. You walked into the woods with the first rays of sun to gather greens for the wreaths you were going to weave for yourself and your mate.

Mugwort, chamomile, wild ferns, St. John’s wort and a few twigs of juniper. You wore yours on your head as you slowly crossed through the backyard. In your hands you carried the twin wreath for Ari.

You were going to crown him with it, as a symbol of you choosing him to be yours. Later, when the second part of the ceremony started, he would take yours off of your head, as a symbol of taking your nonexistent virginity.

It was laughable, if you were cynically honest. Neither did you choose Ari, not really, nor were you a virgin. Not for a long time.

Something that Ari didn’t seem to care about.

Like he didn’t care that you were much older than overly fertile young women he could have chosen from. A small part of you found it quite pleasing, that he didn’t chase after girls half his age, but voiced his interest in you - someone who was merely a few years younger than him.

You walked barefoot, your simple white dress flowing around your ankles. It was no point in buying an actual, elegant wedding dress, considering you wouldn’t be wearing it for long once you got to the second part of the ceremony.

You wore no undergarments either.

You didn’t think Ari’s aware of that fact, but the way his gaze slid up your body as you approached him suggested he might be.

Then his eyes settled on your face and a certain lightness seemed to turn his irises aglow. There was seriousness and respect for the traditions carved onto his handsome face, but his mouth curved at the corners slightly, soothing and encouraging you.

Ari was barefoot, just like you; wearing elegant, linen pants and white shirt that was buttoned only halfway up.

It was so characteristic of him, you noticed. Over the weeks leading to your mating you’ve had enough opportunities to spend time with Ari - usually not out of your own volition, but because he was crossing into your space and inviting himself over. And most of the time at least two top buttons of his shirts were undone.

You wondered if it was some poor style choice, or if he ran so hot that he needed them unbuttoned.

Those thoughts invited others, more brazen. If he’d walk around the house without a shirt? If he slept naked? Questions you tried to convince yourself you didn’t care for, but which you’d very soon learn the answers to.

You stopped in front of Ari, lifting the wreath in your hands for him to admire. When he bowed his head, you put it on him. A startling flutter to your heart sprinkled warmth through your limbs as you looked at him crowned with a wreath you weaved.

Lanterns cast amber glow across your bodies as you placed your hands in Ari’s. It was neither their warmth, nor the evening’s sweet dispersing incalescence, but a simmer of heat ignited in your belly when you touched him.

Ever since he marked you with his cum, feeding you a dollop of it, it seemed your body attuned to his closeness with growing hunger.

You tried not to imagine how worse it could get once he fully claimed you.

Alara bound your hands with colorful ribbons; each for a different vow you spoke. Then she lifted an ornamental chalice, filled with sweetly smelling mead and a pinch of herbs.

With your hands bound, both you and Ari carefully took the chalice. He lifted it to your lips first. Pleasant thickness of it coated your tongue and slid down your throat, leaving a burning sensation that only spurred the fire in your belly.

In the books regarding mating ceremonies you read about a particular ingredient that used to be added to wine or mead for the bride to drink. According to Alara that hasn’t been done in at least a century and you really hoped she was truthful. It would be really disgusting if you were made to drink Ari’s cum in front of everyone, even if it was only a splash of it.

Apparently it used to be added to strengthen the bride’s desire for her mate.

You knew it would work. You still remembered how your body responded to the taste of Ari when he caught you.

You tipped the chalice slightly when it was Ari’s turn to take a sip; his eyes a glowing blue that seared through you as he held your gaze over the rim.

With your hands still bound, Ari pulled you forward. He took your mouth in a bold kiss that burned stronger than the rich alcohol you just consumed. Loud cheers resounded around, but were faded compared to the pounding of your own blood rushing through vessels as you melted under the demand of Ari’s lips.

There was amusement and giggles as you and Ari worked your hands free of the bindings. No scissors or claws could be used to cut through them, you had to work the knots together. Then the bundle of colorful ribbons was placed in a small, carved box.

You gasped in surprise - the sound dispersing on your palate - when Ari kissed you again.

Hands completely free, he grabbed you fully, dipping you backwards as his tongue dipped between your lips. The chorus of applause included a few howls.

You felt a little dizzy (and a lot hot) when Ari pulled back. If not for his arm loosely wrapped around your middle, you may have swayed. Eyes glazed, though you weren’t certain if it was due to the potent mead, or the reality of mating Ari hitting you suddenly; you stared up at him.

With the spark in his iridescent irises, you sensed he was equally excited for the next part as you were terrified of it.

But your fear didn’t make you flee; not this time, at least. It was that kind of fear that lured to follow into the darkness and experience the thrill of being consumed. Curiosity and apprehension combined into an addictive kind of sensation.

Was it why you felt that spark of arousal whenever you ran away and Ari gave chase?

The first thought making you run could be of rebellion, of trying to free yourself of the Alpha’s clutches. But the chase made it into heady titillation.

The unknown of the mystical, sacred part of the ceremony spiked that fear, but the aspect of doing it with Ari - whatever raw, dirty act it would be - heated your body in anticipation.

Alara addressed the gathered people, calling upon them to feast in joy for your union. Then she took one of the lanterns and led a small procession deep into the woods. Five other shifters fell into step behind her - three of Ari’s pack and two of yours. Chosen for their hierarchy in the pack, they were granted great honor to be witnesses to the second part of the ceremony.

Though you briefly wondered, if Dante wasn’t asked to do it also as some sort of twisted power play. He was a member of your old pack and it seemed Ari respected his knowledge, experience and dedication to protect people. However, there was no doubt Ari would have learned that you and Dante used to date.

It ended more than three years ago, the two of you remaining somewhat friendly if distanced. But male shifters tended to be extremely possessive. Ari was borderline so. It wouldn’t surprise you if the honor to participate in your ceremony wasn’t also Ari’s way of emasculating Dante in case he harbored any lustful thoughts of you.

Ari’s fingers intertwined with yours as you followed Alara through the darkness of the woods. The lantern was merely symbolic, as your shifter senses allowed all of you to move through the night quite easily.

When you reached a wide clearing, the five shifters spread around, taking positions in a spread semi-circle. Alara led you forward to the middle of the meadow where a few items had been prepared in advance.

“You shall undress each other, so the Moon can bathe you in her glow,” Alara’s voice was soft and melodic, her lips curved in a gentle smile, but her eyes were sharp and wild. Gold swirls painted on her face seemed to pulse with life.

Breath hitched in your throat when Ari’s hands smoothed along your shoulders, the straps of your dress easily giving in as he pushed them off. Leaning close, he reached behind you and unzipped the short zipper of your dress, then pulled the delicate fabric off your body.

Trying not to think of being completely naked in front of him - and in front of five other shifters! - you unbuttoned his shirt, one small button after another. Your fingers itched to explore the expanse of Ari’s chest, but you stifled that craving and managed to touch as little of his skin as possible as you pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

Staring at his chest, you popped the button of his pants open and lowered the zipper. You couldn’t make yourself look Ari into the eyes, fearing to see the heat in them and perhaps a sense of dark, lustful victory.

It was better not to peek down, too. The glimpse of Ari’s cock you got when he came all over you after he caught you in the woods was enough of torment in the past few weeks; tempting your body into overdrive as you dreamt of it.

You stepped away from the pile of clothes and faced each other. Heart pounding in your chest, you finally lifted your gaze to Ari’s face. Without Alara’s prompting, as if he knew each step of the ceremony by heart, Ari took off his wreath and placed it at godi’s feet.

Then he reached for your wreath. In a slow, gentle move, he took it off.

It was only a symbol, one you previously rolled your eyes at, but the moment Ari’s fingers gripped the green weaves and deprived you of them, a light, pleasant sting pierced your core.

Your wreath was offered at Alara’s feet as well; the godi served as a conduit of the Moon goddess.

“Shift.” The command was simple, unyielding enough that you didn’t protest, even though you were surprised by it.

When Alara taught you stages of the ceremony, she didn’t mention letting your wolf out. You hesitated only a few seconds, before you gave in to the pull itching beneath your skin. For a split of a second you got to admire Ari’s wolf with your human eyes, then you were seeing him through your wolf’s.

You were a streak of silver, light coloring that some of your former partners expressed to be the moonlight itself crushed into fur. Though you weren’t the smallest of wolves, placing yourself as rather average among shifters, you seemed tiny compared to Ari’s wolf.

Your Alpha was a beast of fairy tales. So big and domineering. His thick fur was a spectrum of bronze, with some streaks glinting gold, some reddish, the tip of his tail as dark as black.

In that moment it hit you how perfect of a predator he was. As a human you noticed his scent that blended him so easily with the forest - pine and moss and resin. His wolf form blended into the woods even deeper, allowing him to gain the upper hand in any season, any part of the land.

Ari’s paw dug into soil as he made a move toward you. Something flicked through your hindbrain, or perhaps it was your human side all along, but you suddenly felt the need to bolt.

To tease him, maybe. Or perhaps you couldn’t suppress that remnant of rebellion against this union.

Your wolf barely managed to turn around and start forward when Ari leaped. The massive wolf crushed you to the ground, your wolf yipping as he trapped you beneath him. Then his jaw locked on your neck, sharp teeth piercing enough to be a warning.

A shudder rippled through you, your head dropping down in submission. Ari snarled and for a moment you found yourself scrambling to understand what he wanted. But your wolf knew. With another pitiful yip she went lax, surrendering completely. A lick of approval soothed the spot where his fangs nipped you.

Slowly, Ari eased back. You remained in your position, not daring yet to move. Then suddenly a low growl of his reverberated through your bones.

It yanked on that shifter thread inside you, forcing an immediate shift.

Never before had anything like it happened, it was always your own volition to change into wolf form and back into human. And Ari just proved to you how much power he held.

Alphas supposedly possessed that ability - to force any shifter into immediate change, but you never saw Dimitri do it to anyone. You didn’t think Ari’s done it to scare you, or belittle you in any way, rather you felt it as his help to guide you into the next step of the ceremony.

Yet it still elicited a scary realization, how truly he could overpower you. If you ever ran away in your wolf form, he could command your immediate shift into human and gain more advantage.

Ari gently helped you up onto your feet, having shifted into human form himself. The care and respect he showed contrasted with the display of raw power.

Your gaze shifted to Alara, a glint of offense at not being prepared for that part of the proceedings. She only smiled as she beckoned the two of you closer.

“The wolf’s submission had to be natural, had to be earned,” she explained. “If I warned you of it, then it could provoke you to either fake it, or fight it just out of spite.”

You wouldn’t tell her that you felt your wolf submit to Ari weeks ago, when he tackled you to the ground after chasing you through the woods. The bitch gave in then.

Alara picked a bowl filled with sweet scented mixture. Linden honey, cloves, lovage and crushed cranberries for the red color. She lifted it up to the sky, muttering a string of blessings, or spells, or whatever curse. Then she lowered it towards Ari.

“Under the Moon’s keen eye, brand what’s yours to have.”

She held the bowl as Ari dipped his hand in the mixture. He marked a spot on your temple first. Then smeared the honey across your mouth. Your lips parted, letting the sweet taste in. And letting a little gasp out when Ari’s hand left streaks of sticky concoction across your breasts.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from Ari’s eyes when he dipped both his hands for more mixture and then splayed one on your ass and his other palm over your abdomen.

He crouched down to better drive his fingers up the inside of your thigh and then along the juncture in your hip, before ending the sweet swirl in the thatch of your hair right above your softly pulsing clit.

Each streak he painted on your naked body seemed to seep into your skin and feed to the fire already burning you with need.

A thought to chase Ari’s fingers with your mouth, to suck them clean so he could slip them into your wet pussy, flashed in your mind. It was Alara’s voice addressing you that stopped you from making a fool of yourself.

“Under the Moon’s keen eye, brand what’s yours to have.” She tipped the bowl your way.

Fingers dripping with red stained honey, you reached up to touch Ari’s temple. When you brushed your fingertips across his mouth, you almost pouted in disappointment he didn’t nip at any of your digits.

Focusing on regulating your breath, so you didn’t pant, you used both of your hands to mark Ari’s huge biceps. Then, just because you were getting needy and annoyed with yourself because of that, you scratched his chest a bit as you smeared the mixture across his pectorals.

Perhaps you saw it in the way Ari’s eyes darkened, or maybe it was already the bond building between the two of you, but you felt certain that he liked when you scratched him.

Your eyes followed the line your fingers drew along the thatch of hair leading down Ari’s belly and lower. Scooping more honey from the bowl, you knelt at Ari’s feet and dragged both hands up his muscular legs, until you gripped his ass.

Your breath quickened as you stared at the half-hard cock rising toward Ari’s belly. Slowly, you swiped your hands from the back of his thighs to the front, using all of your melting will to not taste him right away.

Instead, you boldly looked up. Ari’s pupils were blown wide as he stared at you - on your knees, lips inches away from his cock, about to mark it as a part of him for you to have. Holding his gaze, you wrapped your fingers around him.

If it wasn’t for Ari’s self restraint, you probably would follow the instinct, the hunger tempting you to move your hand and start what would inevitably happen in a few minutes anyway. After all, sex was the culmination of the ceremony. But Ari’s own fingers gently caught your wrist.

He helped you up. Again that night.

For as amused as she had to be, Alara didn’t spare you a knowing, mocking look. She put the bowl away and picked another dish. This one a simple terracotta pot, bearing marks of time.

“For Nature, the Mother of us all,” Alara intoned, “make a pledge to the earth to show your readiness to fall in with the cycle.”

Ari knelt down and started digging with his bare hands while you filled both hands with seeds and flower bulbs from the terracotta pot. Kneeling on the ground as well, you planted them in the furrow created by Ari. Then both of you covered the seeds with soil, your hands joined as you did so.

You washed your hands in the bassinet with fresh water that Alara placed beside you. She poured into it what was left of the honey mixture, then dipped a small bouquet of ferns in it and used them to sprinkle the mixture over you and Ari.

“Blessed be this union!” Alara bellowed, hands stretched high toward the night sky. “Moon, our goddess! As you cast your light upon your favored, embrace his mate. Through the eyes of the witnesses gathered here, watch as they seal their claim on each other.”

Arms slowly dropping, Alara stared at you as she took a few steps backwards. Silence stretched in tense anticipation.

It dawned on you then. That was the most important part. The culmination.

And there were people around, about to witness your coupling.

Ari’s hand cupped your chin, preventing you from looking anywhere else but him. No one else should matter now. No other shifter, no woodland creature, nor the stars peppering the sky. There was only your mate.

He tilted your head back slightly and leaned in. Tip of Ari’s tongue flicked against your bottom lip, licking off the sweetness. Lips trailed sticky kisses across your cheek, until his breath tickled the shell of your ear.

“You’re ready, little Omega,” he purred, slipping a hand between your thighs.

At the bold touch of his fingers spreading your slick folds, your hands flew to Ari’s shoulders. Fingernails of your right hand needled his skin, while you gripped a fistful of his hair with the other.

“You’re already mine,” he sounded more than pleased; he sounded drunk on victory after months of chase. “But I’ll pound it into your tight pussy, so you feel that bond with every step.”

He growled in satisfaction as you moaned, rocking your hips into his hand. He stretched you with a firm stroke of his fingers, driving in two at once and pressing the heel of his palm into your clit.

Gripping the back of your neck with his other hand, Ari kept pumping his fingers and curling them until your juices were spilling over his palm.

“Ask me!” He demanded, licking off more of the honey around your mouth.

“Alpha,” your voice was raspy and breathy, “fuck me! Knot me. Claim me!”

It was only your heart soaring and fluttering like a hummingbird trapped in grip, though it felt as if the earth itself shuddered beneath you from the force and heat of Ari’s kiss.

Perhaps there were more potent, illegal roots added to the mead Alara made you drink earlier, or to the honey mixture that soaked your bodies. Or maybe it was the vowed bond that grew taut and intense in its demand to be fulfilled in the most primal way.

Whatever spurred it, made you desperate. Needy. Your mouth opened pliant to Ari’s, ready to swallow whatever he fed you, ready to offer pleasure in return. Your hands roamed over his body; touching and squeezing and scratching.

When he eased his fingers out of your fluttering cunt, you almost whined in protest. But then he was gripping your hips and flipping you onto your hands and knees.

Your hindbrain took over, the wolf bitch coming to the surface just beneath your human skin. But it wasn’t only the wolf side that craved the warmth of Ari’s thighs pressing against the back of yours. Your human side wanted it to. The woman who resisted his claim was eager to bend forward and offer herself.

One of Ari’s big hands gripped your hip, the other moved between your bodies to guid the tip of his cock into your entrance.

With a broad lick up your spine, Ari laid his weight above you. He nipped the nape of your neck, more playful than he did in his wolf form, and you instinctively followed the unspoken command. You stretched your arms forward and dipped your upper body low, cheek pressed to the ground.

“Good little Omega,” Ari purred, kissing your neck.

A loud cry spilled from your lips, resounding through the clearing, maybe through the whole forest, when Ari sheathed himself inside you in one stroke.

He paused. To relish in the feeling, or to give you a moment to adjust - if it was the latter, you didn’t think it would help. Ari wasn’t some monstrous beast to have a dick you couldn’t take. It was impressive, but in very reasonable size. And yet, something about it made you quiver in fear (and excitement) of being split in half.

The first languid thrusts drew moans from both of you. Ari drove deep on each push, forcing your pussy to give up completely and nudging your cervix on a few passes. Then his pace increased, his filled heavy sack slapping against your clit.

Rough fingers dug into your hip, undoubtedly leaving bruises that would bloom later. His other hand roamed below your body, squeezing your breasts, teasing your belly. Ari’s mouth was in constant movement along your neck and shoulders: kissing and licking, teeth grazing your skin in a prelude to the bite.

You pushed up against him eagerly; the embarrassment at the sound of the skin slapping and wetness squelching on each thrust burned away. You didn’t care! Didn’t care who watched, or how loud you were, how you dripped. There was only need for more of Ari; need for him to help you chase that release you’ve been yearning for since your lips touched his.

Fingers gouging the soil, you keened when on the next thrust Ari’s cock grazed a spot that instantly had you clenching around him.

He groaned; the sound deep and low, sinking into your skin where Ari’s mouth hovered on your shoulder.

Your pussy pulsed, tightening around his dick, and he only made things worse still fucking into you relentlessly; prolonging the madness of your fizzing pleasure and tipping you into another climax.

Your scream rose as the blinding aftershocks of your orgasm were joined by the pain-and-pleasure shot of Ari’s teeth piercing your skin.

He bit into the crook of your neck, his jaw locked mercilessly as he drew blood and mauled your skin. Few seconds later Ari gurgled his growl of pleasure with a mouthful of your blood, as he bottomed out inside your quivering cunt and his knot inflated.

Another tremor rocked you, albeit softer, but stretching into infinity. A simmering orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on as spurts of thick cum filled you. As if each splash of Ari’s spend instigated a tiny climax.

Harmonized howls resounded in the night, for the first time reminding you of the audience you had. The five chosen shifters who had to change their form into wolves at some point, though you didn’t even register when.

You stayed locked with Ari for long minutes, your labored breaths synchronizing. Ari’s teeth retracted, his tongue soothing the wound.

You’d be wearing that scar for months. Many more would be added, you suspected. Due to his possessiveness, or his primal nature so close to the surface, but you were certain Ari would be biting you every time he fucked you. He was going to leave marks of possession so visible other shifters would instantly drop their gaze upon catching a sight of them.

Only you would be wearing the bite. While mates tended to exchange bites, so each was marked as claimed, an Alpha couldn’t be bitten. Not even by his mate.

For an Alpha a bite meant a loss of status, a chink in his power; it would be a sign of weakness and submission. Traits an Alpha couldn’t display.

But there were other ways a mate could mark an Alpha. Which is why you felt that need to scratch him from the beginning. To rake your nails down his back and over his chest, leaving deep red lines of your own possession.

Still a little breathless, you reached one of your dirty hands behind you. Prickling Ari’s neck with your nails, you turned your head enough to kiss him.

Slowly, Ari pulled back and moved your body along with him. You rose onto your hands and knees. Knot almost deflated, he withdrew from you inch by inch. Copious amount of fluid spilled out of you; a glistening mixture of your slick and Ari’s cum.

It splashed onto the soil in thick drops; right over the seeds you planted earlier.

With his arm across your front, Ari helped you up into a sitting position, serving for you as his recliner. Your head rested against his shoulder as he kept you spread; kept you exposed so the Moon and the others could see you dripping down.

Alara knelt at your side, bowing her forehead almost to the ground then lifting it. She placed her right hand on top of Ari’s where it rested low on your belly.

“As your essence has fertilized the seeds in the soil, may the Moon’s glow bless your fruitful coupling.”

Her hand didn’t linger, but Ari’s stayed splayed on your abdomen as Alara scooted back. You didn’t roll your eyes at the obvious eagerness to get you pregnant (both from Ari and the pack’s godi) only because you were still quite overwhelmed with the intensity of the whole ceremony.

Also because there was still need thrumming in your pulse.

Alara signaled the other shifters and they approached in a practiced formation, back in their human forms. They each picked the dishes that were used in the ceremony, then followed Alara out of the clearing.

You and Ari were left alone.

His hand stayed on your belly, the other sliding up between your breasts, fingers curling around the front of your neck. Ari trailed small, soft kisses along your shoulder, then scraped your jaw with his teeth.

“This is what I imagined from the moment my eyes set on you for the first time,” he confessed, the undertone of pure satisfaction clear in his voice.

“You wore a crown of flowers for the festivities and I knew I’d be taking off your bridal wreath and locking you on my knot.”

A tremor blew goosebumps on your skin. That very first evening you sensed trouble from catching the attention of an Alpha, but then you didn’t yet know how severe his determination was. He’d chase you to the end of the world to claim you.

You twisted in his arms, facing him and climbing into his lap. You cupped Ari’s face, smudging dirt over his cheeks. You could’ve held onto your resentment and rebellion, making the whole experience and nearest future a very miserable for you both. Somehow, you couldn’t make yourself do that. Not even that morning, when fleeting thoughts of giving a last run crossed your mind.

You were Ari’s now. As he was yours.

He’s shown you over the weeks that he’s ready to build this relationship with you. If the way he led the pack was any indication of how he’d be as a mate, you had a chance of creating something indestructible.

“And now you have me.” You rolled your hips, enjoying the twitch of his cock against your thigh. “Are you going to gloat?”

“A little bit,” Ari shrugged, flashing you a sexy grin.

“Mostly-” he palmed your ass and pulled your hips upward- “I’m going to worship you.”

He dropped you down onto his cock, hissing in pleasure as your heat enveloped him again. Your small moan at the stretch made his eyes ignite.

“Come, little Omega,” Ari laid down on his back and you braced your hands against his chest as you sank fully onto his cock. “Take me. Take your mate.”

Ari groaned as your nails drew more lines across his body, leaving pink trails that would gain in color in a few hours.

With his hands squeezing your ass, he urged you down as he thrust up into you. Your nails needled deeper, giving him a meek reflection of the sting you felt each time he bottomed out. When he knotted you again, you’d undoubtedly draw blood.

Then he’d sink his teeth into you again, stating his undisputed dominance even as he allowed you to claw him.

Your wolf growled her pleasure at the prospect.

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Beach Side Resort | Prologue

PAIRING | Ari Levinson x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.6K

SUMMARY | After being laid off your old job you've been searching for a new one for months. When you're at the point of giving up hope you see a vacancy for the new resort in your town, and you're excited to apply there. You're invited for an interview, and it's your goal to make such a good impression, they never want to let you go.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | Welcome to the first part of my new series with Ari! I wish you all a lot of fun during this one, and I can't wait to hear what you all think! 🖤

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Main Masterlist | Ari Levinson Masterlist | Series Masterlist Chapter 1

Finding a new job has been challenging since you got laid off from your old one. There were budget cuts, and you were one of the unfortunate souls who fell victim to them.

That was three months ago, and even though you have more than enough money to last a few more months, you're itching to return to work.

You've been to dozens of job interviews but have not succeeded, so you scrolled through another website for job openings.

You are about to give up when your eye falls on a very interesting one.

''Wanted: Staff for the new Beach Side Resort''

You click on it, wondering what this will be, and you're pleasantly surprised that there are a lot of vacancies available. When you scroll down, you see that the listing was posted a while ago, which explains a lot.

There are administrative vacancies, guest services, cleaning and maintenance, the kitchen, and more, but your eye immediately falls on the listing for Front Desk Supervisor.

After reading through it, you can already see yourself filling this position, and you immediately decide to write your motivation letter so you can apply as soon as possible.

About an hour and two cups of tea later, you've finished it and sent it out to the people of the resort. Now, all you have to do is wait because it can take up to a week before they contact you.

You've walked by the resort quite a few times since it's relatively close to your house, and you live near the beach, so you tend to spend a lot of time there alone or with friends.

After you sigh, you shut your laptop and walk over to said beach since it's a beautiful day in Florida today. Before doing so, you change into your pink playsuit to look more presentable to the outside world.

A nice walk on the beach usually clears your head, and it relaxes you immensely, but you're not planning on going alone. First, you'll stop at your best friend's apartment to see if he's also willing to come along for your walk.

You knock on your best friend's door, but to your surprise, it's not him opening it but his boyfriend, Bucky.

''Hi, Gorgeous. What can I help you with today?'' he asks, and you can't help but smile at him.

''Hi, Bucky, does Steve happen to be home? I was hoping he would come along for a walk at the beach. I have to tell him something important, and I was going on that walk regardless, so I figured I might do both at the same time,'' you tell him, and as if he heard you, Steve appears in the doorway behind Bucky.

You still find it impressive that even though Bucky towers over you, Steve is taller, and you must lean your head back pretty far to look at him.

''Ah, speak of the Devil!'' you joke, and Bucky steps aside, leaving you two alone.

''Hey, Munchkin,'' he says as he envelops you in a hug, and you can't help but take a whiff of his cologne. He always smells so good, and it smells just like home.

''Are you free to take a walk at the-'' you want to say, but then you hear the unmistakable sound of Alpine meowing behind him, so you push him to the side and practically run into his apartment.

Bucky is holding Alpine in the crook of his metal arm, scratching her between her ears as she gets comfortable in her spot.

''Hello, little one,'' you coo at Alpine as you scratch her chin, practically melting as she wraps her paws around your arm to keep you in your place.

Steve shakes his head with a smile at seeing you, but he just closes the door and lets you do your thing until you're ready.

''Who's such a perfect girl, huh? Who's the prettiest girl in this apartment?'' you coo, and Bucky opens his mouth to answer, but you quickly glare at him to make sure he doesn't answer; instead, he chuckles.

After a while, you rip yourself from the little fur ball and finally move over to Steve and ask him what you were initially here to ask.

''So, as I was saying. Are you free to take a walk-'' you say, but yet again, you're not able to finish your sentence because you're getting interrupted by your phone.

''I can't catch a fucking break today, apparently,'' you sigh before picking up the phone.

''Hello?'' you say in a cheery voice as you pick up the phone; Steve and Bucky are looking at you, wondering what the call is about.

''That's me, yes,'' you say, and you listen to the man on the other side explaining that he saw your job application and he's inviting you for a job interview later this week.

''Thursday works for me. See you then, and thank you for calling me,'' you say before one last goodbye, and you hang up the phone.

''Well, I have good news. I was going to tell you this on a walk at the beach, but since I never had the chance, I might as well tell you now,'' you start, and Bucky sits down, too, as you explain what's happening.

''I applied for a position as Front Desk Supervisor, and I just got a call from who I presume is the owner that I'm invited for a job interview next Thursday!'' you tell them, and the excitement is practically dripping off your face and voice.

''Oh my god, that's so cool! I can't wait to hear how it went,'' Steve said, and you explained a little more about the position, the walk on the beach long forgotten when Alpine climbs into your lap and decides it's the perfect place to take a nap.

Thursday has finally arrived, and you're getting ready for your job interview with your potentially new boss later. You opted for a more summery outfit today, hoping it was still nice enough for the job interview while considering the Florida weather.

You got your black jumpsuit with sunflowers out of your closet, ready to steam it and put it on before you go out the door. But first, you're doing your hair and makeup.

You're staying in the sunflower vibe with a yellow-eye look, keeping the rest of your makeup natural. Your hair is put into two low-space buns, and when that's done, you're finally ready to step into your jumpsuit.

You're going for a pair of black strappy heels and sunglasses to finish the look. After one more look in the mirror, you approve of the look, and you load your laptop and other documents you need to bring into your bag, ready to go.

It's a short walk to the Resort, and you're glad the interview will be held there because you've always been curious about what it looks like inside.

There's a woman at the front desk already, and you assume she's there to greet and welcome all the people there for job interviews, so you go to her.

''Uhm, hi. I'm here for a job interview with Mr. Levinson at 2 p.m.'' You tell the lady, and she gladly shows you the waiting room by his office, and you will be called in when he's ready.

You grab your documents out of your bag and read them over again, trying to prepare yourself as much as possible in the last minutes you have.

''Ms. Y/L/N?'' the man says, and you look up to see a tall man with very broad shoulders and a narrow waist, thighs that make his pants look like they're about to burst, and long legs that end in a pair of black loafers.

His shirt is tight around his chest, and his sleeves are rolled up, exposing the tattoos littered on his arms, giving him a rugged look. His hair is relatively long and curling at the base, making him look like a sculpture on his legs.

It's his voice, however, that completely takes you by surprise because, even though it is deep, it also has a tone that drips like honey, making you hang onto his lips with every word.

''Miss? Is everything okay?'' he asks, and you suddenly snap out of your thoughts, immediately feeling embarrassed.

''I- I'm sorry, it's been a while since I've been on a job interview,'' you say as you get up, and your heart beats faster at the sight of him towering over you.

He extends his hand, and you take it, hearing him introduce himself as Ari Levinson, the owner of the Beach Side Resort. He leads you into his office and lets you sit across from him.

''I'm just going to cut right to the case because I've not seen anyone more qualified for this job than you. I have read your motivation, and I can see you're very eager to get to work, and I'd love to have you on my team,'' he says, and your jaw practically drops to the floor.

''I- are you- I mean, are you sure about this? Because I'd love to work for you and the resort, shouldn't we discuss things a little more?'' you ask, unable to keep your excitement contained.

''I'm sure, Sunflower. I want you to work as my new Front Desk Supervisor,'' he says, and your cheeks feel warm at the nickname, realizing he called you that because of your outfit.

''Well, thank you, Mr. Levinson. I promise I won't let you down,'' you say. And with those words, you have officially found a new job with more benefits than you imagined.

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Ari Levinson Masterlist

Key

😥: Angst / Hurt 😍: Fluff 🔥: Smut/Suggestive 👊: Violence 🥹: Requested 💚 :Personal Favorite 🤓: Challenges 🤔: Ask

💯: Completed , ✍ : Work in Progress , ❌ :Hiatus

Third Wheel- 😍🔥✍Sammy reintroduces his best girl to his best friend with the promise of an evening of fun for all.

Part 1

Part 2 Coming Soon.

Autonomy- 😥🤓💯 One word sums up Ari's work. Drabble.

Stick Handling Series-💚😍🔥✍ Drabbles showing domestic bliss of Reader living with Jake Jensen, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, and Curtis Everett. Guest appearances by Geralt of Rivera, and Dean Winchester is insistent there's room for him in the Bunkhouse.

Like what you see? Visit my Main Master List for more, Send me a request, Ask to be added to my Tag Lists, and check out my AO3 where older fics are hiding.

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thezombieprostitute · 10 months

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Chapter 1

A/N: I’m a very, very novice writer and I’m learning I’m not very good at several things. Please be patient as I build up my skills and find my style. Reader is an AFAB character and will only have the physical description of “tall”.

Prologue

As the group arrived to Spector’s Pack they made sure to take in the scents and move slowly so as not to seem aggressive. They were guests in another pack’s territory and courtesy dictated that they make themselves appear as harmless as possible. Even with friendly packs.

Marc and his brother Jake walked outside to greet them and guide them into the building. “Thanks for coming so quickly,” Marc began. “We’ve been doing our damnedest but it’s a very fine balance between helping her heal and not letting her bond with us. Jake’s been the most conversant with her so please direct your questions to him. In the meantime, Bucky, if you’ll come with me I’ll get you to Santiago and Poe for hunting.”

“Actually,” Bucky spoke up, “I’m hoping to meet with the omega first. I can likely get a scent from her bite wound that hasn’t been diluted.”

“Won’t you just get her scent mixed with his?”

“At first, yes. But the lone wolf’s scent will be there and be stronger than the ones at the site of the incident.”

“All right, I trust you,” Marc conceded. He gestured to Jake to lead the group. “I’ll let Santiago know to expect a slight delay.”

As Jake led the group to the guest rooms he gave them a brief rundown of the omega’s condition. “It’s been a few days since she was bitten and she’s mostly recovered, at least physically. Nos hablamos about the changes she’s experienced and will continue to experience and she seems to be comprehending everything.”

“The hardest part was telling her that, according to the government, she’s officially deceased. Her friends, family, coworkers all know her to be dead and she can’t stay here. Por favor, be gentle with her.”

With that, he opened the door and gestured for the others to follow him in. “Y/N? Tu familia nueva aqui.”

From the pile of blankets on the bed, they saw a head peek out. Y/N turned her head and gave them a confused look. The four newcomers she saw were notably bigger and taller than Marc and Jake. She took a minute to take in their scents, as Jake had been trying to teach her. Her senses were still developing but she had to practice. What little she could tell was that they would not harm her and three of them were connected in some way.

As she removed the bundle of blankets from around her and got out of bed, she registered the surprise on the new faces. It shouldn’t surprise her, she’s been taller than expected most of her life. But these newcomers were as tall or taller than her so she was hopeful their surprise would ebb quickly.

The one closest to Y/N stepped forward, holding out his hand, “Hi! I’m Johnny Storm and, as a fellow omega, I’ll be your emotional support himbo through all of this!” Y/N shook his hand and calmed a bit at the touch and his tone. “This guy,” Johnny indicated to the shy guy as tall as Y/N, “is my beta mate, Dr. Chris Beck. He’s our pack’s leading medic.” Johnny’s voice was filled with pride towards Chris as Y/N shook the doctor’s hand. “This giant behind us,” Johnny continued, pointing to the biggest, tallest, and possibly hairiest guy Y/N had ever seen, “is our alpha mate, Ari Levinson. He’s a former Israeli Mossad agent!” Ari stepped forward and shook Y/N’s hand, giving her a big smile. “And last, but certainly not least, the quietest member of our pack, Bucky! He’s here to help Jake’s pack find the wolf that bit you.” Bucky kept his distanced and waved slightly, a gesture that Y/N reciprocated.

“Is it okay if I keep holding your hand,” Johnny asked. “As a fellow omega, I know how important touch can be but none of us are ever going to push you into doing something you don’t want.” Y/N simply nodded her head and squeezed Johnny’s hand. She had to admit, contact was nice.

After Jake left Ari suggested they all have a seat as best they could. Y/N and Johnny sat on her bed, Chris took the only chair while Ari sat on the floor and Bucky leaned against the wall. It was cramped quarters but it allowed Y/N to get more familiar with scents much quicker, helping her calm and even leaning into Johnny.

“Now,” Ari started, “I’m sure you have a ton of questions and we’re going to do our best to answer them but we have another matter to deal with first. Bucky here needs to try to pick up the scent of your attacker from the bite wound. Will you allow him to get close enough to do that?” Y/N’s eyebrows raised in surprised. She looked at Bucky nodded at him, “if it helps to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else, please go for it” and she moved the collar of her shirt to reveal the bite wound.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Chris gaped. “You were bit right where you’ve developed a mating gland? That can’t be coincidence!”

“Mating gland?”

“Yeah,” Chris answered. “It’s a part of our anatomy that is supposed to only be bitten by a mate. It’s part of why we all have two of them.” Chris shoved his collar to the sides, showing Y/N the two bites, one on each side. “This one on the left is from Johnny, my omega mate. The one on the right is from Ari, my alpha mate. They have bites from each other and myself. It’s our mate-bond, which is a lot more intimate than a pack-bond. If your attacker bit you there, they may have been trying to bond with you prematurely.”

“That can happen,” Johnny started.

“It’s super rare but, yeah,” Chris replied. Looking at Y/N he asked, “this might sound strange but, have you been feeling, hearing, otherwise sensing another presence in your mind?”

“I thought it was just my “old” self versus this new “omega” self.”

Chris contemplated for a bit, “we’re going to have to keep an eye on this. Especially since, if Bucky is successful in hunting this guy down, and you are bonded in some way, you’re gonna be in a lot of pain.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and gripped Johnny’s hand harder. “I’ve already been hurting so much and now he might still cause me more?”

Ari cut in, “the difference is, we’re here for you now.” Y/N gave him a confused look. “You see, part of the purpose of a pack-bond is physical and emotional support through all sorts of healing. It’s been proven to actively lessen pain levels and speed up healing processes. While you’re not pack-bonded yet, we’ve already started the process and it’ll already provide a benefit to your recovery.”

Y/N took a minute to think, grateful for their patience. She looked back up to Bucky and said, “please” as she showed him her bite mark.

Bucky approached quickly but not aggressively. Actively making himself as small as his giant figure would allow. He felt a bit awkward getting so close to her mating gland, but he had a job to do. As he bent down to get the scent, she caught his scent and almost immediately relaxed a bit. Her scent, however, was quite muddled. But that was expected from someone who had so recently changed. He caught bits of what her scent would finally become but then got hold of one scent that clearly didn’t belong. He had it. He would find that lone wolf.

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MASTERLIST

Lessons in Temptation - Andy Barber x Female!Reader x Ari Levinson

Entry for Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge

Summary: Your mob boss husband Andy discovers your affair with your bodyguard Ari and he’s not too happy about it.

Warnings: explicit language, really bad dirty talk, first time writing smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, very slight spin kink, edging, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise kink, threesome, implied cheating, beard kink, fluff, pure smut very little plot, daddy kink,, hopefully I didn’t miss any!

Trouble at Sea - Captain Hydra x F!Reader x The Winter Soldier

Summary: Taking Cap and Soldat on a cruise seems like a good idea, in theory at least.

Warning: public sex, angry Captain Hydra, angry Winter Soldier, Bucky's metal hand, spanking, public nudity, smut, no plot, anal, double penetration, dirty talk, degradation, choking, punishment, I think that's all

This was written for the Smut Butt Luxury Yacht co-hosted with the lovely @imanuglywombat .

Refreshing Bliss - Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When a heat wave becomes too much, Bucky finds a way to cool down his lovers and heat them up.

Warning: no plot, just smut, pool sex, dirty talk, explicit language, Bucky and Steve in a pool, fluff, pet names, 18+

Tear My Life Into Pieces - Curtis Everett x reader, Colin Shea x Reader

Summary: When your whole world falls apart, it's good to have a friend to pick up the pieces. But what if everything is not as it appears?

Warning: cockwarming, smut, stalking, manipulation, lying, pet names, fluff, heartbreak, sad Curtis, 18+, sex in a bathtub, explicit language, angst, soft!dark!Colin Shea

Devious Desires - ancient!deity!Bucky x F!Reader, Ransom x F!Reader

Entry for @boxofbonesfic Spooktacular Smutfest!

Summary: Ransom takes you on a vacation to an old manor. When exploring the attic, the two of you come across a necklace. A necklace with a curse, and an ancient entity who wants something.

Warnings: explicit language, choking, smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, lots of cum, Ransom being an ass, betrayal, violence, deity Bucky with horns, mention of blood and pain, fluff, angst, creepy house,

Attraction & Lust - F!Fae!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers

Submission for Sloth's MARVELOUS MONSTER MAYHEM WRITING CHALLENGE

Summary: When a group of humans are brought to the Nature Court, it's hard to avoid the natural attraction, building it up until it all explodes.

Warnings: explicit language, dirty talk, smut (it's an orgy, okay, everyone has sex with everyone), 18+, explicit sexual content, praise kink, monster fucking, fluff, spells, oral sex (male & female receiving)

A Special Guest - Lee Boedecker x F!Reader, Charles Blackwood x F!Reader

Summary: Your husband has a special surprise for you when you come home.

Warning: 18+, smut, praise, slight dirty talk, fingering, blowjob, implied threesome, choking

Icy Lockdown - Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader, Jake Jensen x F!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Ransom's jealousy of lumberjacks triggers a impromptu vacation to a ski resort. Everything goes well until Ransom's cockiness ends up with them stranded on the side of the road. Not to worry, Jake to the rescue. Submission for The Happy Hoelidays Challenge

Warning: 18+, smut, praise, slight dirty talk, facesitting, threesome, choking, tied up by Christmas lights, Ransom being a douche, double penetration, creampie, cuckholding.

Caught In A Snare - Curtis!Everett x F!Reader, Dark!Mob!Ari x F!Reader

Summary: Divorcing your mob husband was easy. Almost too easy. You finally have a chance at happiness when your past comes back to haunt you. Straight out of the woodwork.

Warnings: explicit language, choking, smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, cuckholding, mention of a gun, mentions of divorce, fluff, angst, teasing, dirty talk, creampie, gun to head, praise, degradation, dark, dubcon

Let's Play A Game - soft!dark!Steve Kemp x F!Reader, soft!dark!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Summary: Your husband loved you, he was good to you and he’d do anything for your safety. It’s only fair that you do as he asked when he brought home his good friend Ransom.

Warning: explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, slapping (Steve hits Ransom), choking, double penetration, oral sex, anal fingering, praise, slight degradation, slight pain kink, creampie, threesome,

Everything You Ever Wanted - Lee Bodecker x Wife!Laura, Steve Kemp x Ex!Laura (but can be read as a reader insert for the most part, no descriptions)

Summary: When an old flame from her past threatens to mess up the life she has, Laura will do anything to help her husband

Warning: explicit sexual content, daddy kink, praise, degration, mentions of selling people/cannibalism (not explicit, just a threat at the end), double penetration, angst, fluff, voyeurism, threesomes, blackmail, manipulation, step-cest, nicknames, teasing, cumplay, double crossing, fingering, mentions of kidnapping, explicit language, 18+

Power of Three - Mickey Henry x F!Reader x Frank (Endings Beginnings)

Summary: Notorious twins Frank and Mickey choose you for their third in their weekly performer at the sex club Within Temptation.

Warning: explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, cumplay, oral (f receiving), fluff, explicit language, praise, double penetration, twincest, exhibitionalism, voyeurism, sex club, domme Frank, sub Mickey, pwp, daddy kink

Don't Look Under the Bed - Demon!Jefferson x F!Reader, Demon!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Summary: All Reader wanted to do was rent a cabin and instead she ends up being chased through the wood by two men, who aren’t entirely human.

Warning: chase kink, non-con, rough sex against a tree, cumshot, Steve has a tail, demon Jefferson and Steve, taunting, smut, dirty talk, implied kidnapping, implied forced breeding.

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Summary: Mob brothers Chris and Bucky come to collect after Lee falls behind on his debts. But instead of taking his life, they take his wife.

Warning: Cuckholding, cheating, blowjob, Chris's rings, Daddy kink, cumplay, spitting, smut, 18+, explicit content, explicit language, teasing, taunting, alluded murder (nothing confirmed or explicit)

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Leave No One Behind

Chapter 15- Leave No One Behind...

Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Summary: The magic thing about home is that it feel good to leave, and it feels even better to come back…

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairings: Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz

Word Count- 8k

Leave No One Behind Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 14

It was way past dinner time when Ari and Hannah got back to the resort. Fortunately, most of the guests had already called it a night and only a few remained on the beach enjoying the clear starry night and gentle sea breeze. Some of the staff were busy cleaning and clearing the dining area and the kitchen, so Ari asked the team to gather in the reception area as simply put, they had no time to waste.

The team shared concerned glances as Ari, with Hannah's help and assistance at some points, briefed them on the plan. He paced back and forth only stopping to check everyone was following him, and once he had finished explaining and everyone confirmed they had understood what they had to do, it was all systems go.

They needed to wait until all the guests were in bed and not a voice could be heard in the resort before they moved the refugees. Ari knew it cut their window of time down even more and, though it wasn't an ideal situation, he was painfully aware that they couldn't afford getting caught. It had already been hard enough for them to keep more than four hundred people away from suspicious ears and prying eyes and by rushing things he could blow all their hard work. But, ever true to his own nature, he was getting more nervous by the minute, his anxiety heightened by the fact that there was nothing he could do but wait.

He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray on his office desk as his eyes roamed the room and took a deep breath, his fingers running through his hair. He needed to focus on what he had to do. The worrying about their safety and that of the refugees they had to smuggle from the country would have to be done later. Right now it was urgent that they got everything ready to abandon the resort in such a way that when Ahmed undoubtedly came looking once more, it appeared they’d done a flit due to a sudden “entrepreneurial vision” rather than it being a matter of "life or death".

The team were running around as sneaky and stealthily as possible, destroying anything that was too incriminating. Lighting a big fire to burn everything to ashes was not an option, the smoke would alert too many people and they also couldn’t waste the time it would require to ensure that everything burnt sufficiently in the small bonfire they occasionally had on the beach. Burying all incriminating evidence was out of the question- it was risky and sloppy too since no matter how deep you dug down on a sandy beach, it would eventually come back to the surface again. In the end, Max saved the day by using one of his suitcases as an improvised treasure chest into which they crammed everything they needed to dispose of. Jake and Sammy then added some extra heavy rocks which made sure it sank when they threw it overboard from one of their diving boats a fair way away from the shore.

Meanwhile, Hannah headed to her and Ari's hut to sweep the place. She was well aware she didn’t have the time or room to take anything that she couldn't put in her pockets or in Ari's small knapsack. She was going through the drawers on her bedside table when she found a stack of Polaroids, most of which dated from two years before when Sammy got her the camera. They were too incriminating to leave behind and, from a selfish point of view, she didn't want to leave them either.

She looked around as she stuck the set of polaroids in the back pocket of her jeans. As she took the now so familiar hut in for the last time, she felt a lump in her throat and her right hand instinctively flew to her firefly pendant. The last few years of her life passed in front of her eyes in a whirlwind. She had known from the moment Ari had set foot in the clinic that morning that it would mean a turning point in her day to day life, his presence around her always did, but what she had never suspected in a million years was the extent in which her life would change.

If someone had told her that day at the clinic, that she would embark on a secret mission to a dangerous African country with the man who had broken her heart all those years before, she would have told them to fuck off. But here she was two years later, about to leave that dangerous country and unofficially engaged to that very same man.

Her Lobo.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she took a deep breath and had turned to leave the room when in the corner of her eye she spotted a photo stuck to the mirror that she had very nearly missed. She headed over to grab it looking down at the image of her, Ari and Simon on the beach. She smiled fondly at the memory of that day. Simon had been sick with food poisoning the previous night and they had spent almost all afternoon on the beach with him, trying to stop him eating anything he could steal from the kitchen, or rather to prevent Max from feeding him contraband…

And then it dawned on her, she was going to have to leave Simon behind.

Hannah felt a pang in her heart at the mere thought of it. Her throat suddenly felt like it was closing and tears began to well in her eyes. Simon had been her first support. Even when she hadn't had Ari, she had Simon. The dog had found her when she needed him the most and he had been her shadow ever since. It broke her heart to think what would happen to him when they were gone.

She wiped her face as she tried to rationalise it. She knew Simon had survived many years before her, but he now was her baby, and she couldn't help but worry. With a sniff, she took a deep breath, and blinked back more tears as she told herself she needed to be realistic. She was wasting time, and they had important stuff to do. So, with a final swallow, she hastily put the polaroid in her pocket, together with the other ones and headed out onto the beach without so much as a glance back at the hut.

When she got to the reception area, she found Ari there, checking through a filing cabinet. He looked up when he heard footsteps and smiled softly at her, but his smile slid into a frown almost instantly, as he could clearly see she had been crying. Hannah couldn't trust herself to speak, she knew her voice would break the moment Ari asked what was wrong, so she simply nodded and handed him the polaroids to put in his bag.

"Come here." Ari told her once his hands were free again, pulling her to him and holding her tight. "You've been crying, firefly." He whispered in her hair. But Hannah just sniffed in response. "I promise you I'm going to get us home safely, Han."

"But not Simon." She whispered and at her words she felt Ari's shoulders slump slightly.

"Yeah, I know." Ari sighed. "I don't want to leave him either but, well, the staff all love him. We'll leave him in the kitchen with food and water and they'll take care of him, sweetheart."

Hannah nodded. "I know..." and then her voice trailed off and she started crying again. She knew Ari was right but it was not like the staff could write to them back home telling them Simon was doing okay, sending them the occasional photo of the dog.

Ari tightened his hold of her and started rubbing her back in an attempt to sooth her grief a little bit and at that point there was a voice in the doorway. Hannah pulled away, hastily wiping her face.

"Sorry, but, we got one of the women in the huts and she doesn’t look great Hannah, I don’t know if it's nerves or something…" Rachel explained, almost apologetically.

"Yeah, I’ll erm, come now." Hannah nodded, before looking at Ari who gave her a soft smile.

Ari watched her go and sighed, taking a glance around before heading outside too. He found Max and told him to start loading up, there was no time to waste. As he watched Max nod and disappear behind the trucks and into the night, Ari remembered he had left his bag in the office by the reception desk. He headed back inside, grabbed it, and shut the office door behind him, knowing he wasn't going to open it again.

He made his way down the beach a little. More as a way of saying goodbye than to make sure there were no guests still around. But he knew it had been a mistake the moment he set his eyes on the star lit ocean surface and a wave of nostalgia hit him, crashing over his head like the very surf he was watching had done many times over the past few years.

Ari lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. He was counting the minutes till he could finally leave the resort and that fucking country for good. But, at the same time there was something else there. A nagging, gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach that was fighting with his sense of duty and his survival instinct. As he stood there he suddenly realised that the feeling was sadness. He was sad to be leaving, and he knew why- because this was the last mission he would ever run.

And it had all been his.

Ari had spent most of his life as an agent following orders and running his bosses, mainly Ethan's, missions, and even though Ari Levinson was known for not sticking to plan and following his instincts when making last minute, even debatable, decisions, he still had to follow his superior guidelines and do as told, for the most part. But this one had been different. He had designed it from scratch, still amazed at how the idea had come to him. He had matured it and watched it grow into something worth selling to Ethan, Isaacs and eventually Weiss. Damn, he had even chosen and recruited the agents he wanted for the mission. Including her. Ari smiled fondly at the memory of his Firefly’s surprised face at the clinic that morning, "Fuck me." was the only thing she had been able to say when she saw him in that examination room.

Ari chuckled softly as he started his way back to the main building. Whilst it had been a while, he still remembered all the expletives Sammy had thrown at him that day too. And then he was pulled out from his memories by the sound of hushed but hectic voices at the front of the hotel as he approached.

He hurried round to find the team gathered near the trucks, loading them with the refugees. He stabbed his cigarette on the floor and started directing a few refugees himself until Max, Sammy and Hannah approached him.

"We've got a problem." A weary eyed Max announced. "There's no way we're all going to fit in the two trucks.”

"There's too many people." Hannah added.

Ari frowned. "Shit. Fuck!" He hissed, looking around frantically for a way out.

And then his eyes landed on the solution.

"Are you serious? A Sudanese tour bus?" Jake, who had spotted what Ari was looking at, asked in disbelief.

Max laughed softly, visibly amused at another of his boss tricks to save his neck again, and looked at Hannah who was grinning and shaking her head as she mused. “You little shit."

Ari looked at her, his brow raised, before his eyes flicked back to the refugees. Hundreds of them, but only a fraction of the amount they’d saved to date…

"Start loading them up. I gotta grab something." He suddenly ordered, as he turned to leave, pausing as Hannah caught his arm.

"Where are you going?" She enquired nervously. "Ari?"

"I'll be right back.” He assured her. “Get on the bus."

He didn't look back and ran inside. In a typical Ari Levinson fashion, he had just decided he wanted to take something with him, a reminder of their time and work there, a reminder of what exactly they had accomplished. He stood by the desk and reached up to the Satisfied Guest board which hung on the wall, removing the shells which bore the total number of refugees that had safely left the Sudan shore. Unhooking it from the wall, he walked back round the desk and paused to take a last look around, into the dining area.

Why was it so difficult to say goodbye?

His eyes then glanced towards the door at the back of the room which led to the kitchen and he signed, knowing what, or who was in there. He bit his lip, pondering for a few seconds, before he let out a groan. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t leave him.

“Ethan’s gonna kill me,” he muttered as he ran to the kitchen door and jerked it open. “Come on, Si.” He whispered, panting slightly with exertion and the adrenaline now flooding his system. The dog looked up from where he had been napping. “Time to go, buddy.” Ari insisted.

Simon got to his feet, stretching as he yawned.

“Yeah, we’re on a schedule, come on.” Ari hurried the dog as he rolled his eyes. Simon simply stared up at him as he talked and wagged his tail, before trotting out of the door. Ari then bent down to pick him up under his spare arm and hurried towards the bus.

Rachel, who was in the driving seat, looked at him as he climbed up the steps, the painted wooden board under one arm, dog under the other. She snorted as he set Simon down on the floor and he simply shrugged and then smiled as Hannah’s little gasp hit his ears from where she was stood, a little further down the aisle of the bus. Simon scooted off towards her as Ari looked back at Rachel.

"Let's go"

Rachel nodded at Ari's instruction and, as she fired up the engine Hannah reached him, Simon in her arms, eyes full of tears. Sammy, who was sat behind Rachel and next to Kabede, looked up and noticed the dog for the first time and let out a groan.

´Fucking, fuck me."

Kabede turned to him, then to the dog, and then just looked ahead, utter confusion on his face.

“Ari, I…” Hannah began, her voice cracking a little as she cradled her precious pooch in her arms and Ari chuckled a little as he leaned down to give her a quick peck.

"Leave no dog behind."

Once they set off, the bus soon became quieter. No one spoke for a while. The silence only broken every now and then by Ari, who was navigating. Hannah was sat by him at the front row of seats, Simon perched on her lap, looking out of the window right at the front with perked ears.

Every so often, when he felt her squirm on her seat or heard her sigh, Ari would take Hannah's left hand, kissing over her ring finger, exactly where the big lavish ring he was going to buy her would sit. And every so often she would smile and look up at him, the pair of them sharing their happy little news, which remained between the two of them for the time being.

They had been driving for about an hour when Rachel shifted on her seat and Ari looked at her.

"Want me to take over?" He offered.

Rachel hesitated for a moment before asking. "How far we got?"

Ari checked Bowen's map again and then glanced at a passing old road sign before answering. "About eight more kilometers."

She shook her head just as Sammy, who had also spotted a road sign, demanded, “what is this place?"

"Carthago." Ari explained, raising his voice over the noise the bus engine was making. "It's an old British airfield."

"If it's still there." Hannah thought aloud, earning a glare from her brother

"What if it's not still there?" Sammy asked, his voice stern.

Ari took a deep breath and looked at Hannah, then to a dumbfounded Kabede and finally to Sammy who simply shook his head, giving a scoff. No one had an answer.

It was only ten more minutes till Rachel drove through the gates of the long time ago abandoned airfield, making part of it get stuck to the front of the bus. They drove a little distance more into it, with the gate stuck on the front of the bus bumping into every obstacle they found on their way.

Once they stopped, they all quickly climbed off the bus and Max darted up the watch tower. Jake located the power banks and ran up another tower to try and fire up the lights they needed.

Hannah and Rachel stood by the vehicles with the refugees, radio in hand as they watched Ari and Sammy head to the runway and start marking out the guide path with glow sticks, Simon jogging behind them.

They had been there for a few minutes when Hannah's radio cracked and she could hear Sammy talking to Ari.

"Not to state the obvious, but there’s a tree in the middle of the runway."

"When are they supposed to be here?" Max's voice suddenly broke through, just as the bulbs of the tower were brought back to life, flooding the runway with bright, white light. "I don't know, why?" Ari replied, panting as Hannah saw him look round, brushing his hair away from his face. "We have company. Nine kilometers away" Rachel and Hannah shared a worried glance, before Rachel took the radio and spoke. "Should we get them back on the trucks?"

"No, there's still time." Ari stated.

"What did he say?" Hannah asked Rachel, visibly annoyed. "Give me the radio." She snatched it from Rachel's hand. "Ari, stop being a reckless asshole. We need to get out of here." "He’ll be here any minute. We can do it, Han. Just trust me." She heard him say, and scoffed. She could see him still, activating the glow sticks, dropping them to the ground to guide the plane. The plane which should already be there if they wanted to make it before Ahmed’s soldiers, because they all knew too well it would be them approaching, got there.

"Come on, Walton, you motherfucker." Ari whispered as he continued with his task. "What do we do?" Sammy asked as he approached him, having finished his side of the path. Ari looked around worried before he groaned, they were rapidly running out of time.

“Shit, come on."

Both men started running back to the trucks. Ari could see Hannah pacing along the front of the vehicles as he approached, a tell-tale she was anxious and no doubt pissed at him.

"We should get everyone back on the bus and get the fuck out of here." Rachel looked at Ari as he drew up beside her, Sammy to his other side. "She’s right Ari. We’ll have to find another way." Hannah backed Rachel, her eyes pleading with Ari's, who looked at her, trying to think clearly about the best way to proceed. He didn’t want to give up, simply put he couldn’t give up, he had no other plan. "Okay, fine. Get everybody back inside again." Sammy stepped up, leaving no room for hesitation, making everyone start moving. But then Kabede cut in.

"No, wait. Listen. Listen." He urged.

They all paused, their ears straining, and through the quiet of the night came a soft, whooshing and rumbling sound- plane engines.

Everyone looked up at the dark night sky, Hannah gripping Ari’s arm. Simon, who was a short distance away sniffing the fence attached to the front of the bus, suddenly ran back towards them, barking at the noise. And, seconds later, they got their first glimpse of their ticket out of here as the plane suddenly light up in the dark sky above them.

Ari was now grinning ear to ear, and he glanced down at Hannah, relief flooding his system and hers, clearly, as she let out a loud breath. There was a shared feeling of contained excitement as the plane landed and Ari kissed Hannah's temple.

Not wasting a single second, they hurriedly headed over and started organising the refugees onto the cargo plane, Ari yelling a few instructions so that he could be heard over the deafening noise of the plane engines.

However all the relief they had felt upon the arrival of the plane was short lived. A couple of minutes after the first refugees had boarded, the marine pilot in charge of the operation turned to them and said there wasn't enough room for all of them on the plane and that barely half of them would fit in due to weight limitations.

"What the fuck?" Hannah snapped, breaking the shocked silence that had fallen over the group, her forehead creasing at the marine. "Are you serious?"

"If you leave us, we will die!" Kabede pleaded.

The marine looked at them and shook his head, and at that point, Ari’s temper snapped. He was done, and he was fucked if they had come this far only to be thwarted at the last minute. He was adamant they would leave no one behind, certainly not when it meant sentencing them to a certain death.

He lunged at the marine and grabbed his arm, pushing him a couple of steps towards the group "All right, then you decide, you decide who stays and who goes, 'cause I can't do it. You choose who lives, who dies." He spoke sternly, his eyes piercing the dumbfounded marine's, who hesitated as his own eyes roamed the group of people in front of him.

"They're three kilometers out." Max announced, as he appeared panting among the people.

"Better do it fast." Ari urged the marine, who still looked around hesitating.

"We're waiting." Hanna pressed, her arms folded.

The marine turned to look at her and then sighed dejectedly. "It's not that I don't want to, there's no room on the plane."

"Then we'll make room." Sammy declared as he strode up the ramp with determination. Hannah and Ari exchanged a glance but joined him, the three of them quick to start ripping out the seats, throwing them onto the runway. Soon after Max, Jake, Rachel and Bowen started making room as well while Kabede and the marine helped the refugees up the ramp.

And then, rounding the corner in the distance, they could see the lights of the approaching soldiers' trucks.

"Shit." Hannah hissed as she threw one more seat into the runway and Ari darted to up the plane cabin to alert the pilot to start moving the damn plane. For what felt like hours but wasn't more than a couple of minutes, it was a mad scramble to get everyone on, urgently hurrying up the ramp as quickly as they could. They had barely succeeded as the trucks were already speeding through the airfield gate, guns firing, when the plane started moving.

As the plane gathered pace down the runway, the gun shots pinging off the metal of the closing ramp, Ari, Sammy and Bowen made it upstairs to the cabin. As the huge tree in the middle of the runway loomed nearer and nearer, Ari felt his stomach start to drop like a stone.

“We're not gonna make it.” He whispered, “we're not gonna make it.”

“We're gonna make it.” Sammy’s voice was calm yet stern as the nose of the plane began to pull up into the air. But it wasn’t rising fast enough, they were going to hit it.

“We're not gonna make it!” This time, Ari’s comment was louder, frantic almost and Sammy’s voice rose in retaliation, as he repeated his earlier statement.

“We're gonna make it!”

As the plane began to gather more and more height, Ari winced and couldn’t help the loud yell that bust from his mouth as the plane flew straight into the foliage of the tree.

“Shit!” Sammy grabbed Ari, as they both ducked a little, expecting the branches to fly through the cockpit window.

But nothing. The plane steadied, and gathered height, nothing but dark sky in front of them.

Ari’s chest was heaving, as he clung to the side of the plane, shaking his head a little. He raised his head, looked at Sammy, and he couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across his face. Sammy chuckled a little, tipping his head back.

Bowen patted Ari on the shoulder, “I think we can breathe now.” And with that, he headed down the stairs.

Barely daring to believe their luck, Ari took one last glance out of the front of the plane and nodded to the pilot before he followed Bowen and Sammy down into the cargo hold. As he started making his way amongst the sitting refugees towards where Hannah was sat, his throat and chest suddenly grew tight with the realisation of the magnitude of what they’d just done.

He’d never seen this side of their missions before. Once they set the refugees on the rafts with the Navy Seals, their involvement finished. He’d never experienced their quiet, hushed chatting, or seen their tired and anxious, yet relieved faces.

It was amazing, humbling and completely overwhelming.

As he picked his way carefully across the metal cargo hold floor, his eyes flicked to Jake and then Max, both men wiping at their eyes as they too were clearly feeling the emotion of the moment. He nodded to them both and finally reached his girl who was sat next to Kabede. Her own eyes were red, as was the tip of her nose from her tears.

Ari flopped down heavily besides her. For the first time he could recall, he felt old. He ached all over, and he was just so fucking tired. He let out a groan as he lifted his arm to allow Hannah to snuggle into him, rubbing gently at her back as she sniffed.

“Leave no one behind.” Kabede’s gentle voice spoke and Ari turned to look at him. “You're crazy, you know that?”

With a soft chuckle, Ari kissed Hannah’s head as she clung to him. His eyes strayed to Sammy, who was sat across from him, Rachel cuddled into his side. As Ari watched, she gently pressed a kiss to Sammy’s arm and Sammy met Ari’s smile and gave him a small nod back.

Ari shifted a little, and then felt something a little un-even in his back pocket. Reaching for it, he pulled out Maya’s drawing of him, Hannah and Simon. He’d shoved it in there before when he was leaving the hotel, not wanting to leave it behind.

And then, the emotion which he’d fought so hard to keep at bay completely crashed over him as he looked at the drawing that his daughter had done. His face crumpled and his shoulders began to shake in a silent sob. A moment later, he felt Hannah move and she let out a soft sigh.

“Oh, Ari. It’s okay, we made it.”

He sniffed again and then gave a smile, wiping a tear which had trickled down to the tip of his nose as he glanced again at the drawing, then to Hannah.

“I can’t wait for you to meet her, Firefly.”

“I can’t wait to meet her either.” She whispered, smiling at him.

“God, I love you.” He pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes as she whispered back.

“I love you too.”

****

Hannah was asleep, her head resting on Ari’s chest. His large arms held her protectively to him, his bearded cheek resting on her head. He wasn’t in a deep sleep, more like a heavy doze. He woke a few times as people attempted to move around in the confines of the aircraft carrier. Eventually, though, the hushed voices started to get louder and murmurs spread across the cabin. Ari cracked his eye open and looked up to see one of the marines descending the stairs. He caught Ari’s eye and gave him a weary smile.

“We’re about to start the descent.”

Ari took a deep breath, the relief washing over him and he felt Hannah stir.

“What’s going on?” She asked, her voice thick with sleep.

“We’re about to start our descent, baby.” He kissed her forehead, his voice cracking with emotion. “We’re home.”

At his words, her eyes begin to water and she struggled for her own words, but managed a strangled whisper of his name. He swallowed in response, wrapped his arms around her tighter and pressed his face into her hair. “I know, I know.”

They sat silently, and air of unmistakable, yet nervous excitement as the plane slowly began to lose altitude. As there were no windows, no one had any idea how far off the ground they were at any given moment, and there were loud shrieks as the wheels hit the ground and they were all jolted slightly. Ari felt Hannah’s hand grab his, and he squeezed her fingers as she glanced over at her brother. Sammy’s lips brushed Rachel’s hairline, smiling as he caught his sister’s eye.

After what felt like forever, the plane came to a shuddering stop, and the agents in the cargo hold all rose to their feet. Ari moved to the rear, his hand still around Hannah’s as he took her with him, the people who were sat on the floor all parting to allow them a path through. As the ramp lowered, the morning sun started sifting through the opening tailgate. Hannah blinked, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the sudden glare.

“Lobo, what time is it?” She asked suddenly. “I err, I don’t know where my watch is. I didn’t-“

“It doesn’t matter, Firefly,” Ari soothed, knowing she’d be upset about losing it, “I’ll get you ano-“ then he stopped dead as he glanced down at his own, realisation flooding his system. “Han?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy birthday, Sweetheart.”

She blinked and then smiled. “Yeah, it is.”

Ari chuckled as he kissed her softly. “I’m so sorry, I nearly forgot…I did have something for you but-”

Her lips curled into a smile against his. “I’ll forgive you, it’s been a busy few days.”

Their foreheads touched together for a few seconds until the ramp hit the floor and they were jerked back into the operation. Ari moved swiftly into his leader role, barking orders to get the people off requiring medical assistance first as a buzz of activity swarmed through the plane. Once he was satisfied that everyone had heard him and understood, he turned and made his way down the ramp, the metal clanging beneath his boots. As soon as his feet touched the ground of his homeland, he took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging in utter relief. He couldn’t even begin to describe the emotions being back spiked in his chest.

But, he didn’t have time to dwell on it. It was non-stop activity as he threw himself into helping the people off the plane, directing them across the tarmac towards the waiting ambulances, military attendees and aid-givers.

Ari had just turned back to the ramp after helping an elderly lady towards a waiting stretcher, when he saw Bowen approach Ethan and Isaacs, shaking their hands. Ethan looked over and caught Ari’s eye and gave him a nod, which he returned before he moved forward to relive one of the soldiers of Kabede.

“I’ve got him.” Ari insisted as he helped his friend over to the paramedics, wanting to make sure the man was given care as a matter of priority.

“Ari, there are thousands more…” Kabede began and Ari nodded, his hand curling over the man’s shoulder.

“We’re gonna go back,” he assured, before he hesitated and took a deep breath, “well, some of us will.”

As the paramedic assured Ari they’d take care of the man, he stood up straight, his hands falling to his hips as he contemplated his words. The us wouldn’t include him, but he felt at peace with that, it was time to bow out.

And what a success of a swan song.

He watched Kabede getting wheeled towards a waiting ambulance and he took a deep breath and headed over towards Hannah who was stood hugging Rachel. Ari stopped with a slight chuckle to pet Simon as the faithful mutt ran towards him, jumping up at his legs.

“Welcome to Tel Aviv, buddy.”

Sammy met him a few strides later, the two men embracing silently. There were no words needed. With their arms around one another they moved towards the girls and Ari inclined his head to Hannah, signalling for her to follow him.

“Is that a fucking dog?” Isaacs asked, watching the animal as it trotted behind Ari and Hannah as they made their way towards them.

“Yes. Simon.” Ethan replied, his eyes twinkling slightly.

“What?” Isaacs turned slowly to look at him.

“The dog. His name is Simon. Simon Le Bone, to give him his full title.” Ethan’s lips curled up in a slight smile as Isaacs let out a noise of disbelief from his nose.

“They brought a fucking dog from fucking Sudan.” It was a statement not a question, and he followed it with a snort and a shake of his head. “He’s so fired.”

“Oh, I already fired him. Again. The other night.” Ethan replied. “But I have a feeling it’s a moot point. By all means, feel free to try once more.”

Hannah and Ari exchanged a look as they approach the two men who had, at that moment, both burst out laughing. Ari shook Isaacs hand as Ethan swept Hannah into a hug.

“From the hospitality trade to animal transportation I see, Ari.” Isaacs levelled him with a look, his eyes twinkling with humour.

“Four hundred refugees,” Ari shot back, as he moved to shake Ethan’s hand “I figured one more wouldn’t make a difference.”

“Mrs Horowitz, nice to see you again.” Isaacs smiled as he shook her hand.

“Miss Navon.” She corrected him a little shyly, and Ari looked at her smiling softly, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together.

Isaacs clearly noticed the sign of affection as he arched his brow, sharing a side glance with Ethan. Simon then gave a little whine, jumping up at Hannah’s leg once more and Isaacs gave a snort. “Yeah, that’s the oddest looking dog I’ve ever seen. Where’s his hair?”

“Same place as mine, I expect.” Ethan spoke, humour in his voice and both Hannah and Ari laughed. “I think he’s rather distinguished looking, wouldn’t you say Barack?”

Isaacs looked at Ethan, his brows raised before he snorted and glanced down at the dog. “Distinguished, hairless Simon.” He stated, before he shook his head and looked back at Hannah and Ari. “Welcome home.”

“Thanks.” Hannah let out a deep breath before she looked at Ethan. “Is Mama here?”

“Everyone is waiting at HQ. We didn’t want to draw too much attention by having everyone here.” He answered and she nodded.

“Is Maya there?” Ari asked.

“Yes.” Ethan raised a brow. “And Sarah.”

At that Hannah frowned and looked down at her shoes, a funny feeling brewing in her stomach. This was the side to being home that she hadn’t, until now, really given much thought. In Sudan, they’d been in their own little bubble, nothing to worry or bother them, no complications pertaining to their relationship to think about. And that was all about to change.

As if he could sense her trepidation, Ari squeezed her hand and she looked at him. He gave her a soft smile before Ethan cleared his throat and spoke again.

“Oh, and happy birthday.”

“Thanks Ethan.” Hannah’s voice was quiet, unlike her brother as he spoke loudly from behind them.

“It’s your birthday?”

She rolled her eyes and turned to look at him over her shoulder where he stood with Rachel. “Don’t worry, Ari forgot too.”

Ari rolled his eyes and was about to answer her back, but he his attention was drawn to Isaacs who was now busy dodging Simon’s attempts to bite his trouser seams. Ethan looked at Ari, both of them trying to hold back a laugh as Isaacs cursed at the dog, nudging him away with his foot.

Max and Jake then joined them and after they had both shaken hands with Isaacs and Ethan, they all made their way towards the cars which were waiting to take them back to HQ.

“There’s no room for the dog in the cars.” Isaacs grumbled, once again moving his leg out of the way of Simon’s teeth. “Not if the fucker’s going to keep biting me, anyway.”

“Don’t worry, he can sit on my knee.” Ari bent down and swooped the dog up into his arms. Simon’s tail began to wag as he licked Ari’s beard. “He likes to put his paws on the dash.”

Isaacs merely groaned in response.

*****

The minute the group of agents walked into the main foyer of Headquarters they started to attract attention, which Ari wasn’t surprised at. Not least did they all look battered and worse for wares, but they had a strange looking dog trotting ahead of them, one that insisted snigging at everyone who stopped to greet them.

After a few hellos, smiles and shaking of hands, they made their way to the elevator at the rear, Ethan selecting the floor that would take them up to the Operations Office. Ari had to give an amused chuckle when, as it started to move, Simon splayed his legs a little and then looked up at Hannah, giving a little whine as he wobbled. She bent down and scratched his ear, soothing him a little as the dog clearly wasn’t impressed with the strange, moving metal box they were in. It didn’t escape Ari how stupid that seemed, considering he’d just spent a fair few hours on a bigger metal box flying through the sky but then again the dog was a funny little creature when all things were considered.

It was for that reason, that as soon as the elevator doors opened, the canine pushed his way out and then stopped dead at the loud round of applause that had erupted. He paused and cocked his head to one side, and then Ari heard a familiar voice, one he’d been aching to hear for so long, as it shouted over the cacophony of noise.

“Simon? Mom, it’s Simon, look! Daddy and Hannah brought him home with them!”

Ari swallowed, tears instantly filling his eyes as he stepped out of the elevator with a purposeful stride and looked at Maya who grinned back at him.

“Daddy!”

He barely had time to register her loud, excited shout when she launched at him. With a heavy thud he dropped to his knees and held her close, his large arms wrapping around her small frame. His face pressed into her long, black hair as he screwed his eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath.

“Hey, Munchkin.” He managed to whisper out, his voice choking as the lump in his throat threatened to close off his airway.

“You stink.” Maya whispered and Ari gave a splutter of a laugh as he pulled back a little, brushing her hair off her face.

“Sorry.” He sniffed and she shrugged, her hands moving to his shirt, fingers fiddling with the buttons just under his collar bone.

“It’s okay.” She smiled, before her arms wrapped around his neck again and she pressed her cheek to his. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby," he let out a small sob, “so very much.”

Meanwhile, Hannah had set off running towards her mom, followed closely by Sammy. The three of them embraced, a loud babble of sobs and whispers of love and greetings in a flurry of English and Spanish as they held each other tight. Maria pulled back to look at both her children, her hands reaching up to cup their faces in turn as she pressed kisses to both their cheeks.

“You two are never going back to a dangerous mission, you hear me?” She spluttered and Hannah gave a little laugh as she cried, hugging her mom tight.

“I didn’t even wanna go on this one so... no arguments from me.” Sammy mumbled as his mom pulled him close. Hannah smiled as he stepped away and turned to watch Rachel who was hugging her kids tightly. As her brother gestured for his girlfriend to come and met their mama, Hannah’s eyes than looked over to see Sarah was embracing Ari tightly. Ari pulled back and smiled at his estranged wife, as he adjusted Maya who was now balanced on his hip. He said something to the woman, who gave him a smile, softly touching his arm as she nodded.

A flash of jealousy suddenly washed over Hannah and she swallowed, taking a deep breath, telling herself she was being unreasonable. No matter what had happened between the two, they had a deep history, and would always in some form care for one another, they had a child together, it was understandable.

Still, she wasn’t sure she liked it.

But, thankfully, she didn’t have much time to think on it all things considered, because Maya tapped Ari’s shoulder and he looked at her, kissing her cheek. She laughed and then spoke, a huge grin spreading across Ari’s face as he nodded. Then, he turned and beamed at Hannah, pointing towards her.

He placed Maya down on the floor and she took his hand, practically pulling him over towards Hannah, a huge grin on her pretty little face.

“Firefly, I got someone here very keen to meet you.” Ari spoke as he stopped in front of her and Hannah raised her brows teasingly, despite the sudden nerves flooding her system at the fact she was about to meet Ari’s daughter for the first time.

“Really? And who would that be?”

Maya gave a little giggle and she looked at Ari who himself chuckled before she turned back to Hannah. “Hi Hannah!”

“Hi, Maya, sweetheart!” Hannah smiled as she crouched down. “I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

Maya beamed and threw her arms round her, temporarily stunning Hannah who recovered quickly and a hugged the girl back as she spoke. “Me too, Dad’s told me all about you.”

Ari smiled as he watched the two of them, his heart feeling beyond full. He took a deep breath and glanced up, spotting Mama Navon reprimanding Max for something he had just said, slapping him behind the head lightly. Ari chuckled, there was no doubt in his mind that Max had quipped something to her about Ethan. Maria looked round, spotted him and smiled. He grinned back and stepped forward to give her a hug.

“Hey, Maria.”

“Oh, Ari, It’s good to see you.” She whispered as she hugged him. He smiled down at her as she pulled back, slapping his arm. “You all had me worried sick!”

He gave a little sigh and a shrug. “Had myself worried for a moment, too.”

Maria squinted her eyes at him. “Typical Levinson, huh?”

At that he smirked. “You know me.”

“Yeah, he never has a plan!” Sammy shot as he stood a few feet away, arm round Rachel who was talking to Ethan.

Ari looked at his friend who was smirking and he let out a scoff, as Sammy’s eyes then flicked to Hannah who was still crouched down chatting to Maya who was bombarding her with questions about Sudan and Simon, the dog sat beside them, his tail thumping as Maya stroked him.

“Well, sometimes the stuff you don’t plan is what works out best.” Ari responded as he met Sammy’s eyes. Sammy scoffed before he chuckled.

“Yeah, because you’re a lucky son of a bitch.”

Ari looked down at Hannah once more, before he met Sammy’s gaze, his eyes flicking to Maria before he shrugged, a soft smile on his face. “Yeah, I am.”

Ari’s attention was then taken by Sarah, who’d approached them a little shyly, her hand dropping to Maya’s head. “Maya, honey, give Hannah some rest.”

Hannah looked up, before she rose to her feet. “Honestly, it’s no bother.”

Sarah gave her a grateful smile before she took a deep breath, holding out her hand. “Hi, Hannah.”

Hannah smiled back, taking it in hers. “How are you, Sarah?”

“I should be asking how you are.” The dark haired woman replied and Hannah shrugged.

“I’m fine now, thanks.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

Maya, who had been watching them both from where she sat on the floor playing with Simon, looked up at Ari who simply shrugged, before he held his hand out and she took it. He pulled her to her feet where she jumped once more into his arms and he lifted her up.

“How long are you home for?” she asked him. He looked at Hannah who’d turned to face him and he smiled, kissing Maya’s cheek again.

“For good baby, for good.”

****

The main office became more and more crowded as time ticked by. Food and champagne suddenly appeared as a ‘Welcome Home’ party of sorts struck up. As Isaacs stood to give a small speech, talking about what they’d achieved, Ari felt a little pang of guilt as his mind flicked to the refugees that had been transported away from the airport to their temporary accommodations. They wouldn’t be getting anything near as flashy or as lavish as this, but he knew they’d be taken care of and given food, water and shelter in a lot better conditions than they’d been in before. With that in mind, he let himself go a little, allowing himself to be proud of what they’d managed to pull off.

It was astounding when he thought about it, the many missions they’d run, the danger they’d overcome. But as he stood in the room where he’d first outlined his vision years ago, he couldn’t help but think about how the best thing of all at that moment was how well Maya and Hannah seemed to be getting on. Maya had almost stuck to her side, and Simon’s, like glue. Ari noticed Sarah’s expression slip a few times as she observed them, but to her credit she said nothing.

Eventually, later in the afternoon, Isaacs called time on the celebrations as they had to debrief and go through the rest of the serious stuff that came after missions. Maya wanted to stay, growing teary when both Ari and Sarah tried to reason with her that she couldn’t. To avoid an impending tantrum and floods of tears, Ari promised he would collect her the following evening from school for dinner, assuring her once more that he wasn’t leaving again and eventually she allowed her mom to take her home after bidding a final goodbye to him, Hannah and the dog she now seemed to be totally in love with.

The formal discussions and reports were given to what felt like the entire Mossad and Military board. There were numerous things to sign, all were given dates and times for appointments with therapists, they were also all subject to medical examinations to ensure neither of them had any temperatures or other symptoms which would suggest they had any underlying infections or diseases. By the time this was over, it was pushing eight pm and all of them were relieved when Isaacs finally dismissed them, telling them to head home for some well-earned rest and recuperation.

But, it was only when Ethan handed Ari the keys to his apartment that it suddenly dawned on him that Hannah and he were about to go their separate ways. He knew she intended on going home with Sammy to her mom’s, having not seen her in over six months and Ari didn’t want to stop her from doing that, especially not on her birthday.

Yet, whilst he understood, completely, he wasn’t particularly looking forward to a night on his own in his apartment.

“You okay, Lobo?” Hannah’s voice roused him from his thoughts and he looked up, closing his fingers around his keys as Ethan left the office.

“Yeah, fine. Just tired.” He smiled as she stepped forward into his arms.

“Me too. I feel like I could sleep for a week.” She mumbled and Ari chuckled.

“Well, you can wake up late tomorrow with your mom fussing and making you brunch.” Ari smiled as he pulled back and Hannah looked up at him, her lips curling up at one side.

“Yeah, she’s looking forward to spoiling us.”

“Sure Sammy can’t wait.” Ari chuckled. “He can finally stop complaining about not knowing if his meet is beef, camel or goat.”

Hannah laughed and then took a deep breath, her fingers playing smoothing gently over the shoulders of his shirt. “She’s already been grilling me about whether you still like Spanish Omelette.”

“Me?” Ari blinked. “Why?”

“For tomorrow.” Hannah looked at him. “I thought, well assumed, that seeing as Maya isn’t staying with you that you’d wanna come back with us. I mean, if you don’t that’s-“

“No, I mean, yes. Of course I do, I just figured that you and Sammy might want a family night alone with your mama.”

“Ari, you are family.” Hannah looked at him, her hand moving to his neck, gently tangling in his hair. “And besides, Sammy’s not had much say in the matter. Mama slapped his protests down about you being a pain in the ass straight away.”

Ari chuckled and shook his head. “He still hates me, huh?”

“No, he loves you.” Hannah shook her head. “He was smiling when he said it. Mind you, we might wanna wait a little till everything’s settled to tell them were getting married.”

Ari smiled, before he took a deep breath and bit his lip. “Yeah I need to break that to Sarah, too. And buy you a ring.”

Hannah beamed, her nails gently scratching his neck. “One thing at a time, we’ll think about all that later. For now let’s just be happy we made it back.”

Ari took a deep breath before he gently leaned down and pressed his lips to Hannah’s. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Hannah whispered as she kissed him back, his tongue gentle yet domineering as it swept into her mouth, sliding against hers.

He pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers and she smiled before a small bark interrupted them and they turned to see Simon sat by the desk on the corner, his head cocked to one side.

Ari shook his head. “You’re a pain in my ass.” He said to the dog who merely wagged his tail.

“Come on, Lobo.” Hannah slipped her hand in his as she tugged him behind her towards the door. “Let’s go home.”

*****

Chapter 16

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Leave No One Behind

Ch 10- Today Is A Gift, That’s Why They Call It The Present

Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

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Episode Summary: The Team run their second mission, but it doesn’t go according to plan. When one of the refugee women goes into labour, Hannah and Sammy battle to save her life and that of her baby and the outcome isn’t one any of the team hoped for.

Episode Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW no under18s). Descriptions of birth and trauma. Still born baby- so PLEASE PLEASE HEED THE WARNING AND DO NOT READ IF THESE COULD TRIGGER.

Episode Pairings: Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz

Song for Episode: Hallelujah- Leonard Cohen

A/N: Just to re-iterate, this deals with a very, very difficult subject. Please do NOT read if the warnings above could upset or trigger.

Series Master List // Main Masterlist

Baby I've been here before, I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew ya. I've seen your flag on the marble arch, but love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Things settled down for Ari and Hannah nicely after her birthday. Sammy wasn’t exactly what Ari would call happy about the situation, but he was accepting which was the main thing and he knew that it made Hannah happier. They were careful to be respectful to his feelings and kept PDAs to a minimum, and also, whilst they didn’t hide the fact they were together from any guests, they still wanted to keep up their professional, alter ego fronts. Therefore, the days were full of stolen moments at their cave, the evenings consisted of taking their own time together after dining with the group to enjoy long sunsets sitting or walking along the sand with Simon and a few drinks whilst the later nights were spent wrapped round one another either in his hut or Hannah’s, the physical side of their love lulling them into a satisfied sleep.

If it wasn’t for the fact they were there for a far more serious reason, Ari would have certainly called it paradise. But they had a job to do, and as such, a couple of weeks later in April they embarked on their second mission.

Rachel was manning the radio and overseeing the hotel as usual, and the rest of them piled in the trucks and set off in the dark, following the route they had meticulously planned, maintaining the updates on the radio as required. They arrived without a hitch, the journey going smoothly and Hannah couldn’t resist taking a dig at Sammy about his lack of faith, her brother simply giving her a scathing look as Ari chuckled from the driver’s seat.

The 5 agents operated quickly and efficiently in the dark clearing of the desert loading the refugees into the trucks, and it was with the last group that Hannah spotted a woman being helped towards the truck by 2 others. She was pregnant, very pregnant in fact. And it was evident she was in a severe amount of pain.

“Sammy…” she nudged her brother and pointed towards the woman. Sammy followed her gaze, and once he spotted what she’d seen he let out a loud groan.

“Shit.” He shook his head, and no sooner had the curse left his mouth, the woman fell to her knees, a cry coming from her lips which was hastily stifled by another refugee clamping her hand over her mouth. Hannah rushed forward, dropping besides the woman and smiled kindly at her, before she turned back to look for Kabede who was currently locked in a heated discussion with Sammy.

“Are you crazy?” Sammy shook his head “It’s too dangerous, she should have stayed!”

“If she stayed she would have died.” Kabede shot back “As would her baby…”

“If anyone hears her then we’re all gonna die!” Sammy shot back and Hannah angrily shushed him.

“Stop it, both of you, you’re scaring her” she looked up “Sammy, she’s in labour and we can’t leave her here…”

“Oh great, that’s…just…” Sammy took a deep breath

Hearing the commotion, Ari and Jake shut the tailgate to the other truck and Ari jogged over to find out what was happening.

“What’s going on?” Ari asked and then he glanced at Hannah who was knelt between a young woman’s legs and one look told him exactly why “Oh…shit.”

“Yeah, shit!” Sammy shook his head and Ari took a deep breath as Hannah spoke.

“She’s in labour.” She looked up at Ari, every inch of her face etched with worry as the woman let out a little cry “And she’s pretty far engaged.”

“I knew things were going too smoothly…” Sammy sighed and Hannah glared at him.

“Oh shut up Sammy you prick!” she shook her head and turned back to Ari as he scrubbed a hand down his face.

“Can you help her?” he asked

“I can try, but it’s gonna have to be on route.” Hannah looked at him. “If anything goes wrong the faster we can get her to the doctor on the boats the better.” Ari drew a deep breath “Ok, Sammy help me and Kabede get her in the truck.”

“I’ll go get my kit.” Hannah jumped up and headed for the cab of the truck, pushing past Max as she ran.

“What…” Max followed her with his eyes before he turned back towards Ari and Sammy, his eyes shooting up as he took in the pregnant woman being helped to her feet, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“Other truck is loaded. We ready to go?” Jake asked, drawing up besides Max, frowning at the look on his face. “Something wrong?”

“Looks like we picked up one extra.” Max whispered, and Jake followed his gaze, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh…”

The men looked at each other before Jake mumbled something about a couple of blankets and shot off back to their truck. Meanwhile, Hannah emerged from the cab of the one she had travelled in and ran back to the tail gate as Jake reappeared, passing a small bundle of blanket to Kabede who placed one under the woman’s head as one of the other refugees took hold of her hand.

Kabede looked at Ari who nodded and clapped his hands together.

“Ok, everyone let’s hit the road!” he loudly called before he turned to Hannah as she was about to vault into the back of the truck. His hand gently fell to the side of her neck as he looked at her “You need me to stop just yell, ok?” she nodded and he kissed her forehead “You can do this sweetheart, I trust you.”

She swallowed and then handed her bag to Kabede before Ari helped her climb up into the truck. Kabede hopped down, quickly embracing Ari before he slunk back off into the shadows. Sammy and Ari slammed the tail gate shut and they both sprinted to the cab. With a final glance back into the flat bed where Ari saw Hannah knelt between the woman’s bent legs, talking to her gently, he twisted back and exchanged a glance with Sammy before he put the truck in gear and set off.

Hannah knew there was something wrong from the minute she’d examined the woman. She’d only delivered a few babies but none of those deliveries had involved quite as much blood as this. The thought that the woman could be having a major haemorrhage crossed her mind but she tried to shake it off as she wiped her blood slick hands on the shirt she was wearing. The truck then hit a rut in the road and the woman let out a scream, gripping her friend’s hand.

“Sorry!” Ari yelled back and Hannah glanced up, momentarily to the front before another yell and a hand on her shoulder made her turn back and she saw with horror the woman had passed out.

“Sammy!” she yelled “Sam, please I need…”

Sammy didn’t waste a second, he clambered over the seats into the back looking at Hannah as she wiped the sweat off her brow with her forearm, unknowingly smearing her head with blood.

Sammy crouched in front of the woman, gently checking her pulse.

“She just passed out.” Hannah said. “The baby’s crowning but…”

“She’s losing too much blood.” Sammy stated the obvious, but Hannah didn’t snap.

“I know.” She said softly.

“Ari!” Sammy called and Ari tipped his head slightly to show he was listening “Get on the radio, tell them what’s going on. They need to be prepared.”

“Got it…” Ari said, reaching for the handset.

“Ok, now listen to me Han…” Sammy said, “You’re gonna have to manipulate the baby slightly. Let her body to the work but as she’s passed out you’re gonna need to help ok?”

“Ok.”

Sammy carefully moved, placing his hand on the woman’s stomach “I’ll tell you when she’s contracting again. You need to gently grip the head…”

Hannah did as she was told and looked at her brother.

“When you feel the baby moving forward slightly, pull until you feel resistance. Then stop.”

“Ok…”

There was a few seconds pause and then Sammy nodded “Now.”

Hannah did as she was told, her fingers curing around the edge of the baby’s head and she gave a tug. The head appeared, and then she noticed with horror that the chord was wrapped around its neck.

“Shit, shit, shit…” she mumbled, and looked at Sammy “The chord…”

Sammy instantly moved. “My hand…” he said gently and Hannah understood he wouldn’t be able to manipulate it free with his limited movement. She waited until he had hold of the baby’s head, supporting it and then her nimble fingers she moved to try and manipulated the chord free. As she was doing so, the woman began to stir, and then she started to panic. Sammy glanced at the other woman, holding her hand and spoke to her.

“Calm, please, as much as you can ok?”

Whether she understood or it was the tone he spoke in, Sammy had no idea but the woman moved and placed a hand on her friend’s head, gently talking to her in a soothing voice.

“Got it…” Hannah said, and Sammy nodded as once more the woman began to scream. She tucked her chin into her chest and pushed once more, and the baby’s shoulders broke free and Hannah saw the baby slide out into Sammy’s hands.

“It’s a girl.” He said gently, looking at the woman, but Hannah was completely focussed on the baby’s face, which was a cold shade of blue.

She once more wiped her hands, this time on her jeans, and gently hooked a finger into the baby’s mouth, clearing its airways before she began CPR. Gently blowing into the tiny mouth she then used both fingers to pump at the chest, repeating the motion over a few times before she bent and tipped her ear to the baby’s chest and mouth.

Nothing.

As the woman was screaming and babbling besides her, Hannah continued her attempts to resuscitate the tiny baby as Sammy saw to the woman, cleaning and patching her up as best he could.

“Come on…” Hannah mumbled “Come on…”

Over and over and over she tried, and eventually she felt Sammy gently lay his hand on her shoulder.

“Han…” he said, and she looked at him, tears in her eyes. He shook his head sadly.

“No, just…let me try again, Sammy, I can…” “It’s been ten minutes.” He stopped her protest “I think we should call it.”

Hannah looked down at the tiny, lifeless baby which was lay on the bloodstained blanket on the floor of the truck, her tears gently falling down her face. She gave a soft nod and Sammy squeezed her shoulder before he looked up at the woman.

“I’m sorry he shook her head.”

The silence that had fallen across the back of the truck was punctuated by her loud scream of agony and Hannah let out a soft sob as Sammy curled his arm around her.

“What…is something wrong?” Ari called, his voice anxious.

“You could say that.” Sammy said softly. Ari turned his head to look at them, just in time to see Hannah turn and press her face into Sammy’s shoulder, her small frame wracking with sobs.

“Fuck” He mumbled, hanging his head slightly as he resumed his driving in silence. Ari gave himself a moment before he reached for the radio to fill base in on what had happened.

It felt like forever until they reached the deserted cove where they were rendezvousing with the Navy seals. Hannah remained in the back of the truck, the devastated woman cradling her still born baby to her chest. Once everyone else was loaded up, Ari and Sammy came back to help them down. The woman’s friend said something to her and the woman furiously shook he head and Hannah looked at her.

“What is she saying?” she asked softly, “I’m sorry, I don’t…”

“She not leave baby.” The woman said “

“She doesn’t have to.” Ari said gently.

“She say baby go too. Be buried.”

Ari nodded and the woman spoke to the mother and she nodded as well, and then slowly the 2 men and Hannah helped them off the truck and over the sand to the waiting boat. Hannah walked by her side, supporting her gently and looked at the Navy officer who peered at the bundle and bowed his head.

“HQ told us.” He said gently. “We’ll take care of her.” “She’s lost a lot of blood.” Hannah spoke, swallowing “She’s weak so…” “I promise she’s in good hands.” The officer assured her.

Hannah took a deep breath and looked at the woman again who stared at her, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t help.” Hannah said gently. “I’m so…so sorry.”

The mother’s voice caught in her throat as the lady gently reached out and grabbed her blood stained hand “You…you good person.” She croaked.

Hannah took another shuddering breath and stepped back, the woman releasing her hand, as Ari and Sammy helped push the boat out through the waves before she bent down and began to wash her arms in the salty water of the sea. She jumped slight as she felt a hand on her back and she looked up as Ari crouched next to her.

“I couldn’t help Ari.” She said gently “I tried, but…” “Hey, it’s not your fault honey.” He said, his hand cupping her dirty face.

“I’m a fucking doctor.” She shook her head, shrugging his hands away as she stood up. “That…I should have….”

“Firefly.” Ari soothed as he rose to his feet, the waves crashing around his knees “You did what you could. Sammy said you were brilliant.”

“He’s a far better doctor that me.” She shook her head “If he had both his hands…”

“You stop that right now!” Sammy’s voice came fiercely over the night and Hannah turned to face him where he was stood a few feet away “Han, we had no equipment. No ultra-sound…she was probably in labour for the last 24 hours. The baby could have been in distress for all that time. There’s nothing either of us could have done.”

Hannah looked at him before she turned away and began making her way up the beach. She passed Max and Jake who were stood watching the ocean, both men turning to watch her go before they looked back at Ari and Sammy.

“You alright pal?” Ari glanced at Sammy who took a deep breath, his shoulder slumping.

“It’s never easy…but when it’s a kid, especially a baby.” He shook his head “That’s probably the first one Hannah’s had to deal with.”

Ari looked over to where Hannah was now climbing into the truck, settling back into the seat she’d been before and he pinched the bridge of his nose before he let out a long breath.

“Come on, let’s get back” he said, his hand falling to Sammy’s shoulder as they waded out of the shallow depth of the ocean. “Good job guys.” He nodded to Jake and Max, “Another 174 people safe.”

“Yeah…” Max looked out over the ocean before he turned to look at the truck, then back to Ari, his shoulders slumping, his face sad. “But it’s the one that didn’t make it who we’re all thinking about.”

Ari bowed his head, before he looked at Max and gave the man’s shoulder a squeeze as he walked past. He said nothing, be chase he had absolutely nothing to say that he knew would make a blind bit of difference to how they were feeling.

The 4 men made their way back to the trucks, Ari climbing in and settling to Hannah’s left, Sammy to her right. He gently dropped his hand to her knee. She didn’t look at him, but she acknowledged his touch by dropping her hand to his and giving it a soft squeeze before she let go so he could start the truck and take them home.

***** It was early morning and still dark when they arrived, Rachel waiting for them as ever. Max and Jake trudged towards her, greeting her with a hug whilst Sammy hopped out of the cab, turning to help Hannah down. He slung his arm over her shoulders and together they made their way towards Rachel.

“Hey.” She said gently “There’s some tea on the go if either of you want any?”

Sammy smiled at her and nodded, but Hannah shook her head as she bent down to scoop Simon up. The dog instantly began licking her face and she turned to Rachel.

“Thanks but I’m gonna turn in.” she said.

“You sure?” Rachel asked.

Hannah nodded.

“Ok, well, see you at breakfast then.”

Without a word Hannah walked through the resort and out the back door, just as Ari caught up with the group. He watched Hannah go before he looked around.

“We’ll debrief tomorrow.” His instruction was gentle, his eyes sliding back to the spot Hannah had been in seconds ago “It’s been a long night.”

The group nodded and Max muttered something about needing a snack before he and Jake took off to the kitchen.

“What happened?” Rachel asked “I mean, I got the jist of it but…” “Chord was round the baby’s neck.” Sammy sighed, “Hannah managed to unwrap it but it was too late. Poor thing had probably died well before we got to her.”

“Shit.” Rachel bowed her head, sighing heavily “That’s…” she trailed off and Sammy looked at her before she glanced back up at him “Are you ok?”

Sammy shrugged “It’s never nice.” He replied, having no other words to describe the situation.

Rachel gently squeezed his hand “I’ll go make the tea, Ari?”

“No thanks. I’m gonna go check on Hannah.” He replied. Rachel nodded and then turned to follow Max and Jake. Taking that as his cue to leave, Ari made for the door to the beach.

“Ari…” Sammy spoke softly and Ari spun to look at him. Sammy licked his lips “I know I don’t need to ask but…look after her, ok?”

“Always.” Ari nodded, smiling softly. Sammy gave him a small incline of the head before he headed off towards the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, Ari made his way out of the back of the resort and jogged up the sand towards Hannah’s hut.

He pushed the door open, before he stepped in, locking it behind him. He let out a chuckle as Simon jumped up at him, his tail wagging that hard it was a blur.

“Hey buddy.” He crouched down to give the dog some scratches “Where’s your mamma huh?”

It was a pointless question, as he knew where she would be. In the shower. His eyes glanced at the bed as Simon walked past Hannah’s discarded boots and hopped up, making his way to his favoured place, the pillow on the side Ari slept on. Ari rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed before he bent down to undo his laces. He shucked his hiking boots off and looked back a Simon, and as he did so something else caught his eye. Hannah’s night stand looked different. The lamp was on, there was the standard bottle of water, her book…but there was something missing. And as he racked his brains, trying to figure out what it was, it suddenly clicked. The photo of her and Andy, the one that had been taken in her Mama’s back yard was gone.

Ari didn’t quite know how he felt about that. On the one hand he couldn’t deny he felt, well maybe not pleased but a certain level of comfort or relief if that either of those were the right word at the fact that he no longer had to see Andy’s face when he woke up next to his girl in the morning. But on the other he felt a little sad. Both of them had lived lives with other people, it was a fact neither of them could escape and Ari wasn’t sure he wanted to either. That time apart had taught them things, things about themselves that had shaped their lives, moulded them into the people they were now. He licked his lips and stood up, headed over to the small bathroom at the back of the hut, gently pushing the door open.

“Han?” he asked softly, his eyes adjusting to the dim light from the feeble strip halogen on the ceiling and the sight in front of him broke his heart. Hannah was sat in the bottom of the shower, fully clothed, her arms hugging her knees to her chest, as she wept.

“Oh Firefly…” Ari sighed, crossing the small space and shuffling down next to her, the water soaking his hair and his clothes as he wrapped one strong arm around her. She turned to him, burying her face into his chest, her sobs wracking her small frame. “It’s ok, I got you.” He pressed a kiss to her sopping wet hair and simply held her, his hand rubbing up her back and her shoulder as she cried.

“I tried so hard…” she stuttered and he swallowed again, pressing his face into her hair.

“I know baby.” He said, “I know.”

How long he stayed there simply holding her, Ari had no idea and he didn’t particularly care. Nothing mattered to him, nothing but the girl he was cradling in his arms. Eventually her sobbing evened out and she pulled back slightly to look at him. Without a word she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips which he took, gratefully as he brushed her sodden hair off her face.

“You ready to get cleaned up?” he as softly and she nodded.

Ari stood up, pulling her to her feet and with gently hands he slowly undid the button down she was wearing before she shrugged it down off her shoulders, before he reached down and pulled the sodden tank top off her, which was clinging to her skin. With a quick and easy movement he shrugged his open plaid shirt off before he reached back and grabbed a handful of his wet t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Her eyes focussed on him, Hannah reached for his belt, her gaze falling downwards as she undid his belt then his jeans and he stepped out of them and his boxers in one movement, before he helped Hannah out of the clothing on her bottom half, which was harder work as her jeans were clinging to her thighs and legs. He held them still whilst she stepped out of them, kicking them to the floor of the bathroom and as Ari stood his hands trailed up the outside of her bare legs, coming to rest on her hips.

The moment was intensely intimate, the pair of them sharing a moment that was so raw, it was hard not to be aroused and as Ari looked at her, he saw a flash in her eyes. It wasn’t lust, it was softer, much softer, a pure love coupled with need and want.

He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth. “Turn around baby girl.” he whispered softly, against her mouth and without so much as a question she did as she was told. Ari reached up, flicked the clasp on her bra and pushed the straps forward, pressing a kiss to each of her shoulder, before he placed a gentle open mouthed one to her neck. Stepping back slightly, Ari reached down for Hannah’s shampoo and squeezed an amount onto his palm and gently began to work it into her hair. He felt her relax slightly, her shoulders dropping, the tension seeping out of her as he massaged her scalp softly.

Hannah gave a low sigh as she leaned back further so her head lay against his shoulder, her eyes closed. She relaxed completely as his touch soothed her, making her feel safe as his fingers softly worked into her hair. After a little while his hands dropped to her hips and she allowed him to guide her round so she was facing him. His hand gently slid to her chin and with a gently nudge he tipped her head back slightly against the stream from the shower and he reached up, brushing the shampoo away from her face and down her long hair, causing her to press against him, her wet skin slick as it slid against his.

Eventually her hair was completely rinsed clear and he repeated the process with her conditioner and once her hair was done, her locks smoothed and tangle free she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“Your turn.”

Ari turned around, dipping his head slightly as she gently wound her hands into his hair, nails scratching against his scalp, her body pressing into his back. When she’d finished he turned back to face her, dropping his head to rinse out his hair, taking the opportunity to simply look at her, taking in every singled damned detail. Those blue eyes, the curve of her nose, her high cheekbones, her plump lips, toned shoulders, that dip in her collar bone, the line the water was tracing between her breasts… as his eyes raised to hers he knew she’d spotted how unashamedly aching for her he was and she reached up with her hands, the pads of her fingers cupping his face through his beard. She guided his face down to hers where he captured her mouth in a soft, gentle kiss. He let her guide him, tell him how much she wanted, or how little she wanted, his hands simply splaying across the soft skin on her back and it soon became obvious exactly what she wanted when her hands moved to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as her tongue explored his mouth.

Ari’s fingers flexed on her hips before they gently traced their way up her ribs and back down again. With a quick, strong movement he pivoted her round so her back was pressed against the rough, sand stone tiles and the kiss grew fervent, his mouth slanted over hers. He broke it, trailing his lips across her jawline and neck and Hannah let out a soft whimper as he softly sucked at that point where her neck joined her shoulder. One strong thigh anchored between her legs and he used it to push up gently against her spot and she let out a low keen, her head lolling back against the wall. Watching her reaction carefully, he repeated the action, both hands curling round her hips as he gently guided her movements back and forth, causing her to rub herself against the strong muscle of his thigh. It wasn’t wrong before she was controlling the rocking, pushing down harder as she rode his thigh and Ari rolled his foot up onto the ball, pushing his thigh harder into her and she gave a louder cry this time, the friction sending a hotwire straight up her core.

“Ari…” she gasped out his name as his lips nipped at her ear, his beard rubbing against the skin on her jaw “Need you, please…”

With an easy movement, he reached down and hooked his hands round the back of her thighs, lifting her up. Her legs wrapping around her waist as once more his mouth claimed hers as he lined himself up and pushed into her gently, her heels digging into the tops of his thighs just below his ass. His throat elicited a deep rumble as he kissed her hard, her hands gripping at his broad back as he began to pump in and out, his head falling to her collar bone where he gave a soft nip.

With each roll of his hips Hannah felt her pleasure beginning to mount, soft moans and mutters of his name falling from her lips as she dropped her head to his shoulder, the feeling in her stomach beginning to overwhelm her.

“Look at me Firefly” he said gently, and she opened her eyes, those ocean deep globes locking onto his as he saw her mouth open, lips part in a soft cry as she came, a deeper groan bubbled over in her throat and her head slid backwards against the wall as she succumbed to the pleasure that crashed over her in waves. Ari would never get tired of seeing her like that, ever. It was the most arousing thing in the world to him. His pace began to quicken, the tight bands in his stomach coiling further and further until they snapped as he pressed her harder.

“Hannah…” he half whispered, half gasped into her ear, nose nuzzling at her pulse point as he came, riding out his release with a few more shallow thrusts until his hips stilled and his head dropped to her shoulder, his breathing deep, his body and soul utterly blissed and consumed by her.

Ari kept her supported, feeling her shaking slightly with the afterglow, and raised his head, sliding his nose against hers gently, brushing their lips together ever so tenderly.

“I love you…” he whispered, before he pulled back to look at her as he gently set her on her feet, his hands cupping her face. She ran the tips of her fingers up his spine and into his hair, gently pulling his face down to hers.

“I love you too.” she replied softly, her eye shining as his mouth caught hers once more.

The water in the resort never ran at scalding level, but now it was colder than normal, and Ari felt Hannah shiver slightly. He reached round to turn the water off before he flicked his hair out of his eyes and stepped out, gabbing a towel. He held it out for her and she turned around so he could wrap it round her from behind, his arms holding her to him as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. She turned to look at him, giving him a gentle smile before she left the room and Ari grabbed another towel, quickly rubbing himself down before he wrapped it around his waist and followed her into the room where she was busy digging in one of the drawers. She stilled and gave a snort as she stood up and waved a pair of boxers at him.

“You moving in?” she quipped and he gave a chuckle.

“I didn’t put them there.” He held his hands up. “Must have been Rachel.” Hannah eyed him suspiciously and he gave a laugh “Scouts honour, Firefly.”

“I believe you.” She shrugged, tossing them to him and he caught them expertly in his right hand. “Thousands wouldn’t”

“Good job I don’t need to convince thousands then isn’t it.” He looked at her and she shook her head before she pulled out a pair of panties and a tank-top to change into. Ari dropped his towel, shimmied into the boxers and then shooed Simon off the pillow. The dog glared at him as he stood up and made his way to the end of the bed, flopping down with a loud huff. Ari followed his example, his head falling back against the pillow and he glanced over at Hannah as she pulled the loose tank over her head. He kept his eyes on her as she gently squeezed and dried her hair, picking up a brush, combing her waves out before she deftly braided it.

“You know, I reckon I could braid your hair…” she looked at Ari in the mirror as she stood up and he scoffed.

“You sound like Maya.” He said as she crawled over him, the pair of them climbing under the comforter before Ari turned off the light, his eyes once more glancing at the space where the picture had been. He settled down, debating whether or not now was the right time to bring it up but it was pushed from his mind as Hannah lay her head on his chest, one leg tossed over both of his, his hand gently tracing shapes on her upper arm.

“What’s it like?” her quiet voice broke the silence.

“What’s what like?” he asked, his nose brushing her temple.

“Having a daughter, a kid?”

Ari stilled and looked down at her “Han…”

“I just wondered.” She whispered quietly. “It must be amazing, you know to have this little person you made just there.”

“It is.” He nodded, his hand stroking her arm again “It’s also scary as fuck knowing that they’re gonna depend on you for everything. It’s life changing. Your entire outlook changes. Suddenly it’s all about them you know? Its hard work, stressful, but worth it. I wouldn’t change a thing about it.”

She stayed silent and he kissed her head “Did you ever talk about it? With Andy?”

“Once or twice.” She let out a deep breath “We never got the chance though. He always said he wanted a girl.”

“What about you?” Ari asked.

“I never really had a preference.” She mused “But I guess all women dream about having a boy who looks just like his daddy.”

She sniffed a little and Ari pulled her closer, kissing her head again “You know you’re amazing, right?”

She didn’t reply and he moved so he was led on his side, looking at her, his hand gently brushing a loose strand of damp hair behind her ear.

“What happened tonight wasn’t your fault.”

“I know.” She said gently, “I know that but…”

“Don’t torture yourself about it.” He urged her, his nose bumping hers “I’ve done that myself and nothing good comes of hit Han.” “You mean Andy?”

Ari took a sharp breath in which he released through his nose “Amongst other things.”

“I know you noticed”

“Noticed what.” He played dumb, but it was no use.

“The photo, Lobo.”

“Well, yeah but it’s not really my place to comment, Firefly.”

“I just felt it was time, you know.” She shrugged “Like, I don’t want to forget him. I never will but...well, you gotta move forward right?”

“Yeah, you do.” He nodded “All the time. You keep looking back over your shoulder at the past, you miss today as it unfolds around you. And as I always tell Maya, yesterday is the past, tomorrow’s the future…today is a gift, that’s why they call it the present.”

“That’s very philosophical.” She replied and he chuckled.

“I have my moments.” His chest vibrated with his quiet laugh and he pressed a kiss to her forehead “I mean it though. And that goes for everything.”

Hannah fell silent as she snuggled closer into him, her cheek pressing against his chest as his chin rest on her head.

“I can’t get her out of my head, Ari.” She said quietly, her voice catching “She was blue and, I tried, and…”

“Han…” Ari kissed her head as his arms pulled her closer, his hands rubbing at her back. “It wasn’t your fault.” “Everyone keeps saying that…”

“Because it’s true.” He urged, one of his hands slid round to her face and tipped her chin up so she was looking at him. The room was dark, bar the dim first light of dawn that was sneaking through the lattice shade above the head and he could just pick up the speckles of light in her sad eyes “And I’ll keep telling you until it sinks in. It was a horrible, horrible…accident, twist of fate, whatever. No one could have done anything more.”

“Then why do I feel so shitty about it?”

“Because you’re a beautiful, compassionate woman who cares.” he said, his lips pressing to hers softy “That’s part of the reason I wanted you here after all.”

“Only part?” she quipped through her tears “I knew it.” and Ari gave a soft huff of laughter.

“Well, I’ll admit there was a slight selfishness on my part too but, honestly? In the most it was because you were the right woman for the job.” She stayed silent as he reached up, his thumbs brushing the tears from her cheeks. “And I know that tonight was…well, it was fucking awful but…we gotta focus on the positives. Another 174 lives Firefly, and yeah, that doesn’t make up for the one we lost but…well, it’s gotta mean something yeah?”

“Maybe it will tomorrow, Ari, but right now, I just…”

Ari felt her sag in his arms and she pressed another kiss to her head “Try and get some sleep Firefly, you’re exhausted.”

“Bossy bastard” she mumbled, stifling a yawn and he shook his head.

“Stubborn jack ass.” He shot back and she gave a snort as she yawned again, snuggling deeper into his chest.

Ari’s arms kept her close, his large hands gently rubbing at her back until he felt her relax completely. After 5 minutes or so he glanced down, and could just make out her eyelashes as they lay against her cheeks, her breathing even. Pressing another kiss to her head, he peered down at Simon who had been stealthily creeping further up the bed to his current position of being curled in the space behind her knees.

With a smile at the ridiculous, almost domestic feel of the situation, given that it was as far from a normal domestic life he could leave, he closed his eyes and gave into his own feelings of exhaustion.

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shellbilee · 5 years

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Three Days

An Ari Levinson One Shot

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Anon Request - “Can you do a Ari Levinson smut where the scene when he's naked she accidentally walks in and he teases her but nothing happens and for the rest of the day they have sexual tension. The reader is then sorting something out at the desk and he just comes over and fucks her rough, please and thank you”

Length: 7K

Warnings: Smut, Swearing

A/N: It’s finally here, though admittedly a week late. Apologies to everyone that was waiting, I had an absolutely awful week and just went MIA from tumblr. To all of my readers I love you all and thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy this smutty one shot!

I made it as a part 2 to my first Ari smut. Part One can be found here - After All This Time (One Shot)

Comment & Reblog please!

B xx

Three days. That's how long it had been since you and Ari had slept together the night of the first successful mission. Three days since he'd captured your lips in a heated kiss, three days since you'd felt his skin pressed against yours, three days since you'd lost yourself in the feeling of him.

You'd fallen asleep beside each other after your hot and sweaty session in the sheets, waking up a few hours later to find yourself wrapped in Ari's arms. You didn't know what to think, your mind still trying to process everything that had happened between you. His wet lips against your skin, his rough grip on your hips, the way you'd felt yourself stretch around him when he'd pushed into you with a groan. God yes. He'd been everything you'd ever imagined and more, the thought of it once again making your muscles clench deliciously. Your night together had only cemented the fact that you were both incredibly attracted to one another after all this time, though now that it was over, you weren't sure where to go from here. Not wanting to complicate things and definitely not wanting the team - or your brother Sam for that matter, to see you with Ari, you'd carefully unwrapped yourself from Ari and found your clothes without making a noise, tip toeing out of the room and leaving him alone in your bed.

When Ari had woken later that morning, groggy though refreshed with his muscles pleasantly aching, he'd been disappointed to find you nowhere in sight. He'd later found you at the front desk talking with Sam, the guests behind you talking and eating their way through breakfast. His eyes had traveled up your body, drinking in your soft curves underneath the white linen dress you were wearing - the curves that he'd seen in the flesh and kissed every single inch of only a few hours ago. Sam had greeted him when he'd seen Ari approach from behind, you turning to face him and ever so subtly biting your lip when your eyes had met his. The sight of your plump lip caught between your teeth was enough to make Ari stir all over again, knowing that if you'd been alone at that exact moment he would have taken you against the wall right then and there.

Unfortunately though, Ari was unable to fulfill his thoughts as the rest of the day and the two days following proceeded much in the same way. Problems with the hotel guests and Ari's visits to the refugee camp meant that there'd been no time for the two of you to be alone - to discuss what had happened between you nor to have a repeat performance of the other night. It had however, meant that the two of you were frequently catching one another's long, lingering glances when you'd seen each other around the hotel, eyes travelling up and down each others bodies as you drank in one another from afar. You'd watched him return from his scuba session with Jake one morning, his wet suit zipped open to his waist as he'd waded through the water and met your eye from the shore. Heat had pooled in your belly, thick and unrelenting when you'd watched him peel off the rubber suit, your eyes taking in the muscled torso that just a few nights ago you'd had your hands all over and had held onto for dear life as he'd buried himself in you and fucked you into the sheets.

Ari on the other hand had been fixing the trucks with Jake and Max when he'd stopped for a drink, desperate for any kind of relief from the oppressive afternoon heat. Walking around to the hotel bar, he'd stopped dead in his tracks when he'd looked over and seen you walking out of the water and looking exactly like something out of a James Bond film. He'd practically drooled, his mind working in slow motion as he'd watched you rise out of the water, your skin - now tinged golden brown from the African sun, glistening with water as you reached up to slick back your long wet hair. His eyes had followed the sway of your hips as you'd walked through the water towards the shore, taking in your sumptuous curves in the tiny mango yellow bikini that seemed to make reoccurring appearances in his dreams every time his head hit the pillow.

Last night you'd been unable to cope with your pent up frustrations any longer, finally giving in to your inner urges and slipping your fingers underneath your panties with nothing but Ari on your mind. Ari had done the same when he'd finally returned home from his latest visit to Kabede, unable to think of anything but your glorious body above his as he desperately pumped his rock hard erection in his hands. Unbeknownst to either of you, the teasing was driving you both mad. Taunting thoughts of another naked, sweaty night among the sheets seemed to constantly play through both of your minds - you desperate to feel him bury himself inside you again and again while he fucked you senseless, and him struggling to think of anything but bending you over and watching your perfect ass bounce as he fucked you from behind. Though you didn't know where you stood with Ari - unsure if there was truly something between you or whether it really was just sex, you did know that the next time you found him alone you'd struggle to stop yourself from climbing him like a tree.

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"Where's Ari?" you asked Max, gritting your teeth as you heard the German tourist mumbling what sounded like incoherent nonsense behind you. There was apparently a problem with his room and despite your best efforts to reason with him, the chauvinistic idiot wanted to speak to a 'manager' - in other words, a male instead of you. Not bothering to waste your time with Max and knowing that Jake and Sam were out on a dive, your best and last option was Ari. You sucked in a heavy breath of ocean air as you made your way to Ari's room, trying your hardest to calm yourself and to let go of your anger at the idiot customer. The way he'd sneered at you had made you ball your fists, wanting nothing more than to reach over the desk and throw a punch in his sweaty face. Knowing that had the potential to ruin the entire operation though, you'd swallowed your pride and put on a smile, letting him know that you'd be back in a moment with the manager.

You reached up to run your fingers through your messy waves, exhaling loudly and knocking on Ari's hotel room door. You frowned when you heard no response moments later, deciding to invite yourself in to see if he was even in his room. "Ari?" you called out as you opened the door and stepped inside, looking inside the dimly lit room until your eyes landed on the bed. "Y/N?". Ari blinked as he looked back at you standing at the foot of his bed, certain he was still dreaming as he took in the sight of you. Wearing a thin pale orange summer dress that did nothing to hide your bikini clad body underneath and your hair tumbling down your tanned shoulders, Ari felt his morning arousal spring to attention beneath his bed sheets. Mmmm. He rolled over in bed as the fog of sleep lifted from his brain, his insides stirring as he felt the sudden overwhelming urge to stand up and drag you back down into his bed with him.

"Oh sorry Ari" you stammered, suddenly embarrassed that you'd walked in on him in bed, "When you're ready I just need you for---". Your words trailed off and your throat went dry as you watched him throw the blankets off himself, unable to avert your eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed and stood up in front of you in all of his perfect, naked glory. Fuck. Ari smiled, having noticed your frozen expression. "What do you need me for Y/N?". You didn't know where to look when he took a step towards you, your eyes bouncing between his muscled torso and his erect length standing at attention - long and thick and every bit as perfect as you remembered. You swallowed thickly, feeling Ari's eyes on you in a heavy, heated gaze. All of sudden your mind couldn't help but remember the feeling of yourself stretching deliciously around him, heat instantly pooling deep in your belly as you felt your own arousal between your legs.

You stood there frozen, your heart racing in your chest and wetness growing between your thighs as Ari watched you like a predator watches his prey. Watching you standing there, struggling to form the words to answer his question as your eyes darted between his face and his throbbing arousal, Ari couldn't help but groan. Fuck he wanted you, he wanted you in every way possible, every single way possible at the mercy of him and his touch. "I---need you at the front desk. A guest wants----". Ari raised an eyebrow and took another step towards you, closing the distance between you and until his body was only inches from yours. "All I heard from that was that you need me Y/N" Ari chuckled in his deep, velvety voice, shivers running down your spine as his musky scent invaded your nose. You swallowed thickly for the second time in two minutes and pressed your thighs together, knowing that you'd practically be dripping with how unbelievably aroused you'd suddenly become. It was like everything over the last three days had built up and all at once had come crashing down on you like a wave - all of the lingering looks, the filthy thoughts, the memories from three nights ago. All of a sudden the air felt thick and you felt like your body was on fire. Ari.

You swallowed again and closed your eyes momentarily, opening them again to find Ari's gaze burning into you. Focus Y/N. "I need you at the front desk. A guest is getting angry and he wants to speak to the manager which apparently isn't me" you breathed slowly, relieved that your brain had managed to form enough words to answer him. Ari chuckled and reached up to run his fingers through his long waves, his eyes glued intently to your face. "Are you sure that's all you need me for?". He knew exactly what he was doing and knew he was teasing you, knowing just how much his words were tempting you as he watched your breathing quicken. He'd been thinking about you non stop since he'd woken up alone three days ago, right now wanting nothing more than to hear his name fall from your perfect lips. He wanted you, and he knew from looking at your darkened eyes and ragged breathing that you wanted him too. He just wanted to hear you say it. You chewed on your bottom lip as the ghost of a smile threatened to pull your lips apart, looking back up into his heated gaze as you tried to find the words to answer his question. You knew exactly what he was doing, and you knew that he did too. You wanted this, you did, you'd wanted this every night for the past three days. Your sex was practically throbbing with want between your thighs, desperate to have him buried inside you rough and deep until you were coming apart around him. "I think there might be something else you need me for Y/N" Ari bent and whispered in your ear when you didn't answer his question, his deep, vibrating voice sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing down through your body.

"What makes you think that?" you whispered, closing your eyes at the feeling of his hot breath on your heated skin. "Well, a couple of things" Ari answered slowly, his eyes flickering to your lips and back again, "Like the way you're practically trembling right now". He loved seeing you like this, so obviously wanting him but clearly fighting it with everything you had, his erection pulsing as he reached down to skim his fingers along the bottom of your dress. He chuckled when he felt your body tremble at his touch, his muscles tensing when he watched you desperately bite your lip again. "Or the way your breathing has gotten all shaky" he whispered again, lips ghosting over your neck and threatening to make your knees give out beneath you. You opened your eyes again to find Ari's eyes watching your face, flickering down to your lips and making you press your thighs together even harder. Ari grinned darkly, "And I bet that if I was to put my hand up here" he whispered, caressing your leg and slowly creeping his fingers up your thigh and towards your burning sex, "That we'd find your pussy all wet too".

You let out an involuntary moan at his filthy words in your ear, dropping your head back and hearing a sigh escape your throat as his fingers climbed higher on your leg. Ari felt his muscles clench as his fingers skimmed the seam of your bikini bottoms, stepping closer to you so that his length pressed hard against your belly. Your breathing hitched as you braced yourself for his touch, closing your eyes and chewing on your bottom lip as your heartbeat thumped in your ears. The anticipation of it all was killing you - your body was practically screaming for him, suddenly desperate to feel his touch, to have his hands on you, to have him pin you up against the wall and take you. "Ariiii" you breathed, your voice coming out as a breathless moan, "Please don't tease". Ari smirked, hovering his fingertips over the crease of your thigh and fighting the urge to groan as he felt the heat from your sex on his fingers. God he wanted you. He wanted you pressed up against him just like the other night, he wanted you naked in front of him with your legs wrapped around his head, moaning his name as he buried his face in your sweet pussy all over again. Just as he opened his mouth to tell you how much he loved seeing you desperate for him, a knock on the hotel room door made you both spring apart in shock.

"Yeah?" Ari called out after a moment, his eyes on you as you ran your fingers through your hair, trying to compose yourself as you leaned against the wall. "Ari man, There's a shitty customer at the front desk wanting to speak to the manager and he's getting worse" Max's voice spoke through the door, "You need to come out and deal with it. Y/N went off to find you about it too, have you seen her?". "I haven't seen her" Ari answered a little too quickly, clearing his throat loudly, "I'll be out in a second". Your eyes widened at the mention of your name, sucking in a silent breath as you did your best to ignore the sound of your pounding pulse in your ears. Had Max come a few seconds earlier, he would have without a doubt caught you with Ari. You'd been only moments away from losing yourself in Ari, knowing that the second his fingers hit the spot between your thighs you would have lost all control and been putty in his hands.

You both stood in silence as you listened to Max's footsteps walk away from the room, your shoulders relaxing with relief as a breath escaped your lips. It was as if Max's voice had pulled you out of your dazed bubble of arousal, your mind thinking clearly for the first time since you'd seen Ari stand naked in front of you. You had to get out of Ari's room, you had to get away from him. You wanted him, every single part of him, but you knew that right now wasn't the time. It was just too risky during the day, especially with all of the guests around. You could only imagine what would happen if the rest of the team or worse, Sam, found out, and you weren't about to take that chance and jeopardize everything you'd worked to achieve here. You knew that if you stood there any longer, one step away from Ari and his perfect naked form, you'd end up in bed fucking each other senseless as all manner of noises escaped the both of you. You couldn't take the chance. You had to leave now. You moved to step towards the door of the hotel room, Ari suddenly catching your arm and pulling you back to face him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ari whispered, looking back at you with the same, dark, heavy gaze. "I'm going back to the main building Ari, and you should too. They need you to deal with that out there" you breathed, forcing yourself to stay in control as your eyes locked with Ari's heated gaze. "I'm no where near done with you Y/N" Ari breathed, his hand releasing your arm and moving to grip one side of your hips. You shook your head, "Ari, it's too risky right now, we could get caught". "I've been thinking about fucking you again since the moment I woke up that morning" he replied ignoring your words, "I don't care if we get caught". You shook your head, "Well I do. Sam would murder you if he found out Ari, and if you were thinking with the brain in your head rather than the brain between your legs right now, you'd realise that too". "Y/N" Ari breathed, his grip on your hip tightening, "Don't act like you don't want it too. I can see it all over your face". You let out a soft breath, once again aware of the growing wetness between your legs as you glanced down his body. His erection was still standing long, thick and hard between you, your mind suddenly fighting the overwhelming urge to drop to your knees and take him in your mouth. "I know you want me as much as I want you Y/N".

You closed your eyes momentarily, breathing in deeply and once again biting on your bottom lip. He was right, you wanted him, you did, and if you didn't leave right now, at this very second, you knew you were done for. You were so wet and willing for him that you knew you'd be moaning and crying out his name in minutes, every single person in the hotel listening as you lost yourself in him again and again. No. You had to leave now. "Ari, you have to go to the front desk. This--" you paused, gesturing between you and him, "Whatever this is, can wait". Ari shook his head and looked down at you, his fingers sliding down your hip until they reached the hem of your short dress, his fingers teasing your skin once again. "What if I don't want to wait Y/N?". The corner of your lips tugged into a smile as you looked back at him, every single fiber in your body screaming at you to wrap your arms around him and drag him down to the bed. You shook your head and stepped forward to close the distance between you, inhaling his musky scent as you pressed your lips to the skin below his ear. "You have too Ari" you whispered seductively, pausing to nip his lobe and grinning when he let out a low growl, "But if you come find me tonight I promise I'll make sure the wait was worth it".

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"For fucks sake" you muttered under your breath, frowning as you sorted through the pile of papers sitting at the front desk. This wasn't your job, you weren't a hotel receptionist. You were a doctor, you'd spent more than 7 years studying to make a difference in people's lives. So why the fuck were you doing this? You grumbled to yourself when you finally found the paper you were looking for, reminding yourself that the facade of the hotel was all for a good cause. What you and the team were doing here was making an actual difference, you were saving hundreds of lives with every single smuggle. You let out a deep breath and sighed. It would all be worth it in the end.

You added up the cash takings for the day and scribbled down the final total at the bottom of the paper, reaching up to run your fingers through your long damp hair. Today had been hotter than usual, the afternoon heat thick and unrelenting as the sun had beat down during the day. You'd gone for at least five dips in the ocean throughout the day, the water the only source of relief in the unforgiving heat - even if it only lasted for fifteen minutes. Even sunset had failed to relieve the oppressive heat, a hot breeze still present in the air despite it being just after midnight. Most of the guests had retired to their rooms for the night to escape the heat, the last pair of customers leaving the bar ten minutes ago after you'd called last drinks.

You bagged up the cash and put it in the hotel's safe, feeling beads of sweat form at the back of your neck as you returned to the desk and took a loud sip of your straight whiskey. You swallowed noisily as the liquid burnt your throat, closing your eyes briefly and savoring the smokey flavour. You knew the alcohol wouldn't be helping the heat situation but you didn't care - you needed it after the day you'd had. You'd been on edge ever since you'd forced yourself to leave Ari's room this morning, the image of his naked form taunting your thoughts the entire day. It had taken everything you had to walk out of the room, every single fiber in your body screaming at you to let him peel off your dress and put his mouth on every inch of your skin. You opened your eyes and let out a soft sigh. To say you were frustrated would have been an understatement. You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt like this - so ridiculously desperate to have someone. It was like an itch you just couldn't scratch, knowing that the feeling wouldn't go away until you were alone with him once again. You wondered idly if Ari was feeling the same as you were, his words from earlier this morning suddenly echoing in your head and answering your mental question for you. I know you want me as much as I want you.

A shiver ran down your spine as his deep voice played through your mind once again, the muscles deep in your belly clenching as you found yourself thinking about him for the thousandth time today. The heated way he'd looked at you when he'd gotten out of bed, his incredible muscled form and perfect erect length as he'd stalked towards you, the way he'd crept his fingers oh-so-slowly up your leg. Oh Ari. You closed your eyes and took another long sip of your drink, finding yourself wondering if you'd see him at all tonight. You'd barely seen him today after you'd left him, despite telling him to come and find you later tonight. Though you were pretty sure that he would come and find you eventually, the anticipation of it all had been killing you all day. You tapped your fingers against the whiskey glass and looked out at the empty tables in the area in front of the desk, unable to ignore the feeling of want between your legs as you struggled to think of anything else but Ari.

Ari ran his fingers through his hair as he walked along the sand, his insides stirring wildly as he got closer to the main building of the hotel. He could only hope that you'd be there after having just found your room empty, your words from this morning telling him to come and find you later playing through his mind like a mantra. He'd waited all day to find you knowing that you didn't want to risk anyone finding out, the waiting undeniable torture as he struggled to think about any else except you naked and wrapped around him as he fucked you over and over like he had three nights ago. He stepped inside the side door of the building and walked through to the main restaurant area, his eyes taking in the deserted tables and chairs under the dim hotel lights. Everything looked like it had been packed and closed up for the day, one lone over head light by the front desk left on and lingering over the empty area.

"Drink?". Your voice made Ari flip around in an instant, his gaze landing on you sitting perched on the hotel desk holding an almost empty tumbler in your hands. He watched you lift the glass and drain the last of the amber liquid, his eyes taking in your golden skin and soft curves under your thin white dress. Even from where he was standing he could see the glisten of liquid on your full lips, a shiver running down his spine as he remembered the way they'd felt against his skin only a few nights ago. You licked your lips and flashed Ari a soft smile, reaching for the bottle of whiskey behind you and refilling your glass. "You look like you need this" you mused as you put the bottle back down, shifting on the desk and holding out the glass to him. You felt your insides stir as he made his way over to you, your eyes traveling up his muscled body and momentarily lingering on the area of exposed skin beneath his half buttoned shirt. You swallowed thickly. Your pulse had started to quicken the moment you'd looked up from the desk and seen him walk into the building. Him being here meant only one thing, and you knew that the both of you knew exactly what that was.

Ari came to a stop in front of you, his body barely an inch from your dangling legs. He flashed an effortlessly handsome smile as he took the glass and you felt your knees go instantly weak, suddenly thankful that you were sitting rather than standing. "I've barely seen you all day" you breathed, watching as he lifted the glass to his lips and took a long sip, "Where have you been?". Ari swallowed noisily and looked up at you on the desk, his eyes flickering down to the soft line of cleavage beneath your dress. "Honestly?" he asked slowly, tapping his fingers against the glass, "Avoiding you". He watched as a confused look crossed your face, his eyes once again flickering down as you shifted your legs on the bench. "Avoiding me?" you replied softly, unsure if you should be pissed off or hurt by his response. Why on earth would he have been avoiding you?

Ari nodded and took another long sip, draining the glass and putting it down on the desk beside you. "I had to. It was the only thing I could do to stop myself". You frowned, still not quite understanding, your eyes watching him closely as you waited for him to continue. "I can't stop thinking about what happened three nights ago Y/N. Every time I look at you all I can think about is how badly I want you". His words echoed in your ears and you felt the faintest of smiles grow on your lips as you looked back at him. You knew exactly how he felt, you wanted him just as badly, your mind suddenly wondering if you should tell him that you too had struggled to think of anything else except him. You wanted him, you needed him, just like you had three nights ago. You glanced down at your feet and inhaled a silent breath, lifting your eyes back to find his eyes burning into you with a look that you knew meant only one thing. Oh Ari. You exhaled softly and swallowed, feeling your muscles clench as you looked back at Ari standing inches in front of you. "You're not the only one that can't stop thinking about what happened three nights ago Ari".

Ari groaned internally, exhaling loudly and holding your gaze as he watched you licked your lips. All of sudden you didn't need anymore words. Ari. He stepped forward and closed the distance between you, parting your legs and standing between them as he cupped your chin and pulled you in for a heavy, heated kiss. His tongue pushed into your mouth and danced with yours in a passionate, open mouthed kiss, his fingers reaching around to curl into your hair and holding you tight to him. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him tighter against your body, a moan escaping your throat when you felt his length press against your belly through your clothes. Oh fuck.

Ari groaned when you slid your hands up into his hair, your fingers fisting into his long locks and tugging as you kissed him. He'd wanted this again since the moment he'd woken up alone three days ago, wanting nothing more than to feel you pressed against him as you moaned his name out loud. Now, it was finally happening. Ari released your hair and slid his hands down your back, pausing to slip off the thin straps of your dress so that the top half fell down your body. His hands went back up to your neck and pulled on the halter string of your bikini, loosening the tie until your breasts fell free between you. Ari released your lips and bent to press his lips to your now exposed chest, massaging your skin and eliciting another moan from you when he captured your left nipple with his mouth.

"Oh Ari" you breathed, dropping your head back and tightening your fingers in his hair, revelling in the sweet torture of his mouth on your sensitive peaks. He switched to your right breast and pressed wet, open mouthed kisses to your soft skin, heat pooling deep in your belly as you gave in to the feeling of him. He released your nipple with a gentle pop and trailed kisses down your stomach, glancing up at you with a burning gaze as he bunched up your dress at your waist. Your breathing was ragged now, shallow breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as you realised what he was about to do. You'd dreamt about this for the past three days, your mind unable to forget the heady feeling of his tongue between your thighs, remembering the way he'd teased an orgasm from you as he'd tongued and fingered your folds. You unwrapped your legs from Ari's waist and sucked in a silent breath when he pushed them apart even further, the heat between your legs suddenly insatiable as you felt your arousal spread.

Ari hooked his finger in your bikini bottoms and pulled them across to the side, tearing his eyes from yours and glancing down at the sight he'd been constantly dreaming about seeing again. Fuck. You were already wet for him, your perfect pink folds glistening with arousal and want for him, Ari's insides stirring wildly as he looked at your glorious body in front of you. Fuck yes Y/N. Your own muscles clenched deliciously at the anticipation of having him there again, your heart racing in your chest as you began to writhe your hips against the hotel desk. "You have the most perfect pussy Y/N" Ari breathed as he bent to trail kisses along your inner thighs, "I've been wanting so badly to taste you again". His words rang in your ears and you chewed on your bottom lip, a soft moan sounding from your throat when he looked up and met your gaze with his lips less than an inch from your most intimate parts. He licked his lips and you bit your lip so hard you were sure you drew blood, every single one of your muscles tightening as you waited for the inevitable. "Ari!" you moaned when he finally pressed his tongue to your folds, dropping yourself back onto the desk as Ari growled and buried his face in your pussy. Oh Y/N. He felt like he'd been waiting forever for this, your pussy soft and warm and tasting just as sweet as he remembered. Fuck Y/N.

Ari looked up as he closed his lips around your clit, watching as you suddenly cried out and arched your back against the desk. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths, your hips gyrating against the desk as he tortured you with his tongue. His arms circled your legs to pin you to the desk, his thumbs reaching up to spread your folds open and give him better access to your sweet wetness. "Oh Ari!" you cried out in a breathy voice, struggling to keep your moans quiet, "Fuck---yes!". Ari grinned at your moans and paused momentarily, stepping back briefly to once again admire the sight of your perfect pussy. "You taste so sweet Y/N" Ari mused, exhaling loudly as he pushed two fingers into you and groaned when he felt you stretch around him, "And you're so fucking tight baby, oh fuck yes".

You were a writhing mess at this point, hot, sweaty and so incredibly turned on, your mind unable to think about anything but Ari as he fucked you with his fingers. You wanted to come and you knew that he'd be teasing an orgasm from you in minutes if he kept this up, his fingers hitting that perfect spot with each push in. You could feel the heat building, the pressure growing deep in your belly, your hands scrambling on the desk in an attempt to find something to hold on to. "Oh Ari right there, right there oh my fucking god!". Strings of words and profanities fell from your lips, your chest heaving as he held you down and curled his fingers inside you. "You like that Y/N?" Ari growled, pumping his fingers faster, "You like it when I fuck you with my fingers?". A cross between a cry and a moan slipped from lips at his filthy words, your hips grinding into the desk as you felt yourself hurtling towards the edge.

Watching you open, exposed and writhing on the desk in front of him, Ari felt his body go into overdrive. His erection twitched almost painfully in his shorts, throbbing with desperate arousal as he raced to bring you to the edge. He knew that when he did finally fuck you he wouldn't last long, all of his arousal from the last few days spreading through his body like a shock wave. When he did finally fuck you, it would be hard, rough and fast. Fuck. Ari groaned. "Come for me baby, just like that. Come around my fingers". He bent and pressed his tongue to your folds, flicking his tongue in perfect unison with his pumping fingers and making you cry out once again. "Oh fuck Ari!". In an instant it was all too much and you felt yourself free falling off the edge, a burst of hot pressure spreading through your body as you cried out his name and bucked your hips against the desk.

Ari looked up in time to see you drop your head back in ecstasy, holding you to the desk and slowing down his fingers as you rode out your orgasm in front of him. He licked one last long slow trail up your folds and grinned when you twitched violently, standing up and licking his lips as you sucked in ragged breaths on the desk. "Oh Ari" you breathed heavily, still feeling the remnants of warmth spreading through your body as he withdrew his fingers, "That was incredible". Your eyes fluttered open and you reached up to run your fingers through your hair, looking up just in time to see a now shirtless Ari unbuttoning his shorts and freeing his thick arousal. You swallowed thickly at the sight of his erect length and watched as Ari stroked himself, the muscles in your belly clenching as you tore your eyes away and met his gaze once again. Ari exhaled loudly. "Bend over for me Y/N, this is gonna be quick".

In an instant you'd forgotten all about your orgasm from only moments ago, suddenly wanting nothing more than to feel Ari buried inside you, his hands holding your hips as his thick length filled you. You slid off the desk and turned to press your belly against the wood, pushing your ass into Ari and moaning when he kneaded your round cheeks. "Fuck your ass is incredible Y/N" Ari breathed, his mouth going slack as he pumped himself above your perfect, peachy ass. He'd wanted to take you from behind from the moment he'd seen you naked the other night, having admired your ass on more than one occasion each time he'd seen you in your bikinis.

You flexed your fingers against the wood as you felt him line himself up with your entrance, a breathy moan falling from your lips when you felt him push into you. Oh Ari, baby! You both let out strangled moans as you relished in the delicious feeling of stretching around him, the feeling just as incredible as you remembered it had been only three nights ago. There was nothing quite like the feeling of adjusting to his size inside you, shivers of pleasure running down your spine as your eyes rolled and your lips fell open. "Oh Y/N, yes" Ari moaned deeply, reaching down to grip either side of your hips and squeezing your golden skin, "You feel-- oh god yes, baby. You ready?".

You wiggled your hips impatiently, answering his question without words, swearing you could hear him grin behind you as he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting his hips back into you. You both let out moans as Ari began to roll his hips into you, your mind completely devoid of anything but thoughts of him. This was finally happening again, the scene you'd imagined as you'd relieved your own frustrations last night no longer just a thought in your head. "Fuck. You. Feel. So. Good" Ari breathed between thrusts, each of his words coming quicker than the last as his pace quickly increased.

Before long he was pounding into you relentlessly, his grip on your hips like a vice as his hips slapped against your ass. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room, your pulse pounding in your ears as you gripped the desk and fought hopelessly to keep your moans quiet. Neither of you needed someone to walk and see Ari bending you over and fucking you senseless into the hotel desk but right now you struggled to even care. All you could think about was Ari and the way he was fucking you like a man possessed, all of the want and built up arousal over the past few days clearly having affected him as much as it had you.

You could feel the pressure building in your belly with each new push, your body feeling like it was going to split at the seams as he thrust all the way in and out over and over. "Ari oh my god" you moaned, turning your head and pressing your cheek into the cool wood, "Fuck. Yes. Baby. Right there". "Right there?" Ari growled, his grip now bruising into your hips as the heat in your belly burned, "You like it right there? Come for me Y/N, I know you wanna come". You were racing towards the edge, hurtling towards the finish line for the second time tonight, knowing that you were only moments away from the grand finale as Ari fucked you from behind.

Ari gritted his teeth as he slammed himself into you over and over again, using every ounce of strength he had to delay his finish until you came around him. He knew you were close, he could tell from the way your walls were squeezing around his throbbing length with each push in, beads of sweat dripping down his back as he pounded into your pussy. He watched as you lifted one hand from the desk and reached down between your thighs, all of his self control threatening to break as you started to rub two fingers against your clit. "Oh fuck" Ari groaned, unable to remember the last time he'd seen something so sexy as he watched you tease yourself between your bodies.

"Oh there" you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut and rubbing your fingers faster into your clit, "There baby there, right there Ari. Go deep, go deep, oh fuck!". Everything went white as the pressure in your belly finally snapped, Ari's name falling from your lips like a prayer as warmth and pleasure crashed through your body from your fingers to your toes. Ari gritted his teeth and held onto your writhing hips, fucking you through your high with everything he had until he was no longer able to take it. With an animalistic groan he pulled out and found his own release, his entire body shuddering as he milked his length and spilled himself all over your perfect, round ass.

Your legs were like jelly as you lay bent over against the desk, your body a sweaty, sticky, panting mess. You opened your eyes and looked back over your shoulder to find Ari looking like he'd just run a marathon, one arm on either side of your body as he tried to compose himself against the desk. You grinned as you watched him reach up and slick back his sweat drenched hair, lifting his eyes and meeting yours with a wide, cheeky grin. "That was fucking incredible Y/N". You laughed as he cleaned you up with a towel and smoothed your dress back down over your body, giving your ass a playful swat as you stood up and turned to lean back against the desk to face Ari.

You grinned and reached out to pull him by his shirt, pulling him to you and pressing your lips to his in a rough kiss. You tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth and smiled when you heard him chuckle, releasing his lip and breaking away to look up into his beautiful blue eyes. "So, was the wait worth it?" you asked cheekily, jumping back to sit on the desk and tilting your head as you looked at him. Ari laughed and shook his head, stepping forward to stand between your open legs and resting his hands on your thighs. He grinned wickedly, his eyes flashing with a mischievous chuckle. "Abso-fucking-lutely".

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theplumsoldier · 5 years

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Summary: y/n is a guest at the red sea diving resort and is down to fuck the hot guy in the reception. also again i tagged some sweet people that i thought might be interested—do let me know if you are not, i dont wish to inconvenience anyone. as always, feedback is most appreciated!:)

Pairing: ari levinson x reader

Word count: 3227

Warnings: smut, vulgar language.

Truly and in all certainty, the man behind the counter had to be created by the meticulous hands of God himself—hell, if that was not Jesus standing right there in trunks and a buttoned-down shirt you swore the Earth might as well be off and be flat. But then again, religion was ancient and so was that bird-brained belief, and the man you had come to know as Guy, he too appeared to belong to the ‘archaic’ variety of men who had caught your interest.

He was not old. You did not think so, at least, still, he certainly was the kind to age with grace, much like wine and although you never had found yourself able to appreciate a good glass, this man seemed to be the ideal type to drink a bottle with.

Chest hair peeked from behind his open shirt, a fine glow that the sun had left on his skin made the beads of sweat glisten so beautifully in the yellow light. The Magen David pendant hung in swaying motion from his neck and you had to curse yourself for imagining it jumping from his chest while he pounded into you. Undoubtedly this was a vacation and you were going to have fun now that you finally were single, only you could not imagine this was a vacation to him, this was work. As a woman working in a bar, you were widely familiar with those late-at-night-attempts to get some, and therefore you had more respect for both Guy and yourself than to hint towards the conspicuous sin.

The hour was late, and the resort deserted. You figured most had gone to sleep or were out by the beach for a late-night drink, considering there were few places in the vicinity providing leisure of that kind. The friends you were at the retreat with had retired to the bedrooms you shared. As the day had consisted of little besides ample writing, you were nowhere near tired enough to sleep and the humid weather did nothing but make you toss in the sheets.

And that was why you had yet to join your friend, thinking it better to leave her be to doze off while you could tire yourself out some. So, sitting in the foyer, you were leaned in over papers, some with and some without writing, a pen spinning between your fingers and half a bottle of exotic, combustible liquor.

Guy had been wandering about for some time, disappearing and reappearing every now and then, taking care of his late-night resort business, you supposed. The next time he was away was a little while longer than the last, making you wonder just what he was occupied with, missing the sight of his fine figure.

By the time he returned, you were too caught up in your paper to take notice of his approach. However, once he cleared his throat your head lifted and you could not help but smirk at the cocksure man, holding a pot of coffee and two cups.

You leaned back in your seat, pushing at the chair opposite you with your foot under the table, gesturing for him to take a seat. “I was wondering when you were going to stop playing hard to get.”

Guy let out a laugh on took you up on the invitation.

“I hope it’s that paper keeping you up this late and not your room,” said he and tilted his head curiously to the side, as if asking a question and you caught on.

“Oh, no the room is very accommodating. It’s really just my friend’s snores that are rather offensive.”

“Ah,” Guy chuckled as he got comfortable, pouring the coffee and speculated what it would feel like to have a large man such as himself to pin you down, or in good hap, pound you, even. “Mind my asking what you’re working on?”

“It’s an article. About the prosperous lands of the African savannah.”

“Really?” ticked he, nonplussed.

“No. At this point, this—” you held the smaller stack of papers into the air, “is just a bunch of zany scribblings of a drunk. You know, it was my friends that picked this place and planned the whole trip. Just, like, a getaway, ‘cause apparently their actuary- and retail jobs are so fucking stressing, and I got curious, you know? Of all the places in the world, they settled on Sudan. I mean, now that I’m here, this is nice, I guess, it’s nice! But they must have spelled something wrong somewhere and fortuitously got us shipped off to this desert, and—shit, I’m sorry, I’m maundering.”

Guy held out a cup for you. Accepting, you leaned over the table and you swore your heartrate increased the moment his fingers brushed yours. You almost knocked the bottle of liquor over when you pulled back, cheeks flushed.

“No, please—continue. I have been wondering what brings people so far out.”

“Well, to begin, your brochure was extremely tantalizing,” deadpanned you and inhaled the smell of the steaming java. “Also, I figured heck, so I did some research about Sudan and ended up on some wild goose chase, somehow stuck on fucking Mossad.”

Candidly, your words ignited a spark of fear in Ari, his azure composed eyes widening for a split-second, though you did not take notice of the change before he shifted and regained composure. Circumspect he observed you warily and shifted in his seat, trying to read you but you were not as much of an open book as he would have preferred. This made you interesting, yet perilous for a man of his taste.

“Anyway, I ended up with more questions than I had to begin with and decided it might be an interesting place to spend some time. Though I have to admit, I thought there would be more of a chance of getting a taste of the culture, but this is nice too.”

Coming to understand you were no threat, he soon relaxed in his place. You were no more than a tourist. He decided it was safe to let down his guard and be a nosy parker, asking where you got with “that Mossad story”.

“In retrospect, I can honestly say not far. I mean it was more of a conspiracy theory than anything. Still, I had the audacity to, on a whim—” you were chuckling by now, taunting yourself as you now could see why your boss had allowed you to take some time off, clear your mind. “—run it by my editor, but he turned me down. Our paper just made a deal to have a column-collab with CNN, which he wants me to be in charge of, so he’d rather have me go with something, said “more appropriate”, like a tribute to John Lennon or fucking post-its. Can you believe that? I didn’t get into journalism to gossip; I write to make people feel something; incite revolution; I wouldn’t mind that now.”

“Huh,” hummed he fairly entertained, curiously eyeing you as he lifted the cup to his lips. “Well, I have to admit, I’m a bit of a sucker for conspiracy theories myself, so, I mean, I’d love to read it sometime.”

You chuckled and shook your head, leaning over the table. “Oh no, I fed that garbage to a shredder long ago.”

Guy’s face dropped, seemingly contorting into a mix of disappointment and concentration as he was deep in thought.

“Trust me, you did not miss out,” said you and eyed the trepidation in his entangled fingers. “This piece, however, now that would be worth your while! Nothing that’s ever going to see the light of day but it’s a fine review of this corner of the world, complimenting your superlative resort here.”

“Is that so?” uttered he with a sly smirk and you nodded your head, taking a sip of the coffee.

“Aha! Also, I needed something to distract my mind with, seeing as I have been going at whatever the hell this is for hours now. I can assure you; a sleep-deprived drunken state is the circumstances a writer could ask for.”

He clicked his tongue and his head tilted back, mind going elsewhere. “Doesn’t sound very healthy, though. I could think of other sufficient ways if it’s a distraction you’re seeking.”

A coy smile curled your lip upward, needing no more to assimilate the overt hint and had it not been for the alcohol, your face would have been red as the sunburnt Germans on the tour.

“You know, if you want to fuck, all you have to do is say so.”

He seemed taken aback, but his pacific eyes flashed only a glimpse of surprise before he felt himself break from the daze. “And here I thought I was being bold.”

Humming in reply, you suppressed your smirk and wet your lips, trying to read his face.

Then he spoke up again, “it was Y/N, yeah?”

Nodding your head slowly, you felt your heartbeat increase and your legs’ position shifted as you struggled to tend to the tingle fluttering between your legs.

“Good.”

“And Guy?”

A short moment passed by in silence until he uttered a low “yeah” in reply. Then another passed, one where you took the time to wonder if you really were going to have sex with a complete stranger. The thought, although you never would have considered yourself so adventurous, was appealing to you and the heating sensation only stirred in you. You watched as Guy took you in and he hurriedly looked around him, the sound of his chair’s legs screeching against the floor.

“So, let’s do this.”

And Guy set marching.

His pace was moderate, something for you to keep up with, still, he did not walk five feet without casting a glance across his shoulder to make sure you still were at his tail. You were, of course, and like an eager dog following the food of that. In the end, he ended up reaching for your hand to pull you along, faster and you could not help but grin at the hurry he seemed to be in.

Finding yourself in his company, in his room, you looked around you, though he gave you little chance as he quickly had you caught against the shut door. Dipping down to connect your lips, Guy never got further than grazing your plump, soft lips, ever so slightly and he gave you a questioning look, a funny smirk tugging at his features and you explained, naming your one condition.

“No kissing.”

Guy pouted like a child finding coal rather than candy in his stocking on Christmas morning. “But that’s half the fun, darling.”

And you laughed at him, one hand teasingly sliding down his chest to unbutton the rest of his shirt. “Well, I’ll try my best to make up for it then.”

From excitement, Guy emitted a begging whine and his head dropped back, knowing all too well what you implied, and he had grown impatient even before you could rid him of his shorts. Reimbursing him with a teasing kiss just below his navel, you pulled down the cover. Springing free from strains, his cock stood tall and proud, saluting you and you gaped at the size and thickness of his girth. Surely, that was a mouthful, but you did not let yourself scare and rather blinked up at him, breaking a coy smile, before wrapping your hand around him. Feeling him, your fingers curled him and ran up his shaft, enjoying the sounds you pulled from him at the simple action. He was so responsive, and his cock twitched when your lips brushed his mushroom head. Darting out your tongue to teasingly swirl around him, you set at the base and licked along the prominent vein, humming a sweet sound for him as you complacently watched his blissed expression. Wetting your lips, you wrapped your lips around the tip, tasting the hint of salt he had to offer and for balance, your hands steadied you on his thighs while he moved the hair from your face. Taking a few inches, you dragged yourself up and down his cock, drawing back to spit on him and then fit more. While accustoming your throat to the considerable size of him, your one hand worked on what you had yet to fit, squeezing around him. Guy moaned your name as your tongue massaged against him, reveling in the pleasing sensation in which you provided.

Working on him for minutes, you could feel yourself wet at the very idea of him down your throat and you had to bring your hand down between your legs to take care of yourself all the while. The sound escaping you was almost pornographic, gagging around his cock as his hips bucked forward, fucking your face.

Hissing, Guy was ready to burst at any given time and urged you deeper on his cock, when you shifted. You received a questioning gaze through his daze when your lips left his cock and you merely grinned for yourself. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought a man such as himself would so easily be wrapped around your finger, but here he was, wanting you more than anything, making you feel divine as you stood from your knees.

You never had been one to stride from an honest challenge in this time was no different, although it proved none at all when he so complaisantly fell under your curse. Thus it was nothing but nature for you to take what you wanted, and knowing you had to be dripping down your thighs by now, you reached to suck on his neck, pushing him onto the bed.

Feeling him rock hard against your clothed cunt, he elicited a moan from you the had him groan low in his chest. Desperately Guy wanted to take control of the moment and set a bruising pace, only he could not recall a time where he had felt so small, not to mention the part of him enjoying a woman in power.

Straddling him, your dress hiked up you fevered skin and his rough hands helped you pull it over your head, exposing your body for the humid air to embrace. Exploring hands admired your bare chest, tugged you down by your waist, grinding against him and his large hands fell to your bottom. Adroit fingers rid you off your garments in seconds and he hoisted you closer to him. It was then he got a sense of just how wet you were for him. All for him and he grunted, smirking to himself at the thought of how slippery you had gotten from sucking him off.

Driving yourself crazy by running your sex up and down his pulsing shaft, you spread your wetness across his cock and made a mess when you decided you had kept him waiting long enough. Steadying yourself with a hand flat on his heavily heaving chest, you lifted yourself and lined his head with your slick entrance, before sliding down.

Guy winced, pleasure engulfing him as your warmth swallowed him whole. Panting a faint moan, you heaved yourself unsteadily and the precariousness of a lady, eyes squinting shut at the all too missed feel of a man filling you.

Alleviating hands kneaded the soft spots of your body, holding you by the waist to guide you up and down him. His azure eyes were fixated on where you met, head craned out of comfort, pulled off the pillow to watch how well you took him. The sounds you made were hushed but pornographic and became more so when he pulled you down, close to his face and he could smell himself on you as you coveted climax.

“You hear that?” mutters he into your skin, voice husky and responsible for the shivers sparking through your bones. While your head was long gone in a state of ecstasy, the taunting slap of his balls on your skin echoed through your mind and you whined in response, nearly collapsing as you failed to keep up with him. Fucking up into your clenching cunt, Guy grunted against you, his one hand lifting your chin, forcing eye contact and you moaned at the sight. With all but his glorious, damp expression and the resonating, squelching sounds from between your thighs blocked out, you shuddered, hoping to God, not a soul had heard, for your frolic affairs could not be mistaken. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well, Y/N.”

And barely in the mental state to keep yourself composed; Guy stripped you from all chances of keeping quiet as his hand snaked between sweaty bodies to toy with your clit. Whimpering, you harshly bit down on your lip, your own hand tentatively, shakingly clasping against his and he can do nothing but watch keenly in wonderment as you came around his cock. Ponding you through your orgasm, he did not heed the thumping sound on a fist on the wall, refusing to let the face of Max ruin his orgasm. Squeezing around him, Guy felt himself unable to restrain any longer, and he pulled out, his thick load painting your stomach and pussy.

Moaning an elongated cry at the absence of his bruising thrusts, you ground out your fading orgasm on his stomach, his cock twitching beneath you, still spurting. Fragile as glass, you were collapsed on Guy, breath hitched in your hoarse throat, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck as you attempted to pacify your rapid breathing. Moments passed, recalibrating your respiration and his soothing fingers kneading the spots where marks had been left.

Drawing in a deep breath, you gently lifted your head, shifting and leaning your cheek on your open palm. Simpering and with a hint of thoroughly-fucked in your kittenish eyes, you stole his half-lidded gaze, catching a peaceful smile.

“I should go,” breathed you, catching yourself lick your lips when your eyes darted to his.

Lips parted, Guy moved a little beneath you, hand resting on the small of your back while his thumb still drawing circled patterns.

“You don’t have to,” muttered he with a short pause, only after voiced, realizing his words may have sounded importunate. And that was the last thing he wanted to paint himself as, but he had scant to worry about—after all, he had just fucked a stunning stranger and not one of the two was in rue. “Not yet, at least.”

And you hummed with a smile, one that later would make an appearance in his deviant thoughts. Softly placing your hand on his chest, you leaned in close and ghosted your lips over his, hungry for more but tantalizing in essence.

“This was fun.” Lightly tapping his sturdy chest, you pecked him on his bearded cheek and cast him a smile before making your entrancing exit. “We should do it some other time.”

And just like that, you left him in his room with nothing but his mind to replay the previous scene of wanton happening, his cock hardening only at the notion of sweetest gasps and sinful pants you had offered him. He fucked his hand one last time before he drifted off, off into the deepest slumber he had had in a long time.

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et-lesailes · 5 years

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in it together

pairing: ari levinson (chris evans in red sea diving resort, 2019) x reader

themes: light angst n drama but a teensy bit of cute fluff at the end

word count: approx 1900

summary: you and your husband, ari levinson, are a part of a group of agents working to rescue hundreds on hundreds of ethopian-jewish refugees, all while pretending to run the red sea diving resort in sudan, africa. when the colonel comes to check in on you guys, clearly suspicious of your presence there, he gets a little handsy with you and it is safe to say ari is not very pleased.

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note: requested by @clevercamijo // tbh this is nothing too intense, more of a drabble really-- but if you want something even more angsty, i totally got you. hehe, hope you like it though :)

** feel free to send an ask if you would like to be added to my taglist of any chris evans related fics!

You watched from the entrance of the resort with fond eyes as your husband was chatting with some guests, his wetsuit slightly unzipped and his hair blowing slightly in the breeze now that it was drier from his earlier dive. You were grateful for this experience; not only were you helping save lives from a conflict you had been incredibly passionate about fighting against ever since you had first learned about it, but you were doing it with the man you loved right by your side, leading your team. You trusted Ari more than anyone else in the entire world, and you had full faith that along with the other agents, you would succeed in your mission.

The light smile you wore suddenly dropped from your face, your eyebrows furrowing slightly as you caught sight of the familiar trucks approaching from further away. He turned his head towards the noise and you could see his shoulders barely tense, though not much else in his features or body language gave himself away; considering his occupation, he was good at acting composed, even under pressure. He politely excused himself from the guests he was talking to, wishing them well on their diving tour before making his way to you, subtly squeezing your shoulder. “Go ahead inside, honey,” he murmured, making sure his voice was quiet; as a part of your cover, it was important no one outside the agency knew that the two of you were married, because it could provide more complications and risks. As far as anyone else was concerned, he was resort owner Guy Thomas and you were Lexi Nilsson, a former member of a waitstaff at a Michelin star restaurant and now a hostess at the resort.

You nodded your head but murmured quietly, “Be careful.” Slipping inside, you found the other agents, discreetly letting them know of the special visitors who were showing up. You watched from inside as one of the soldiers approached Ari, rolling your eyes at the cocky expression he wore as he asked your husband if his men could check out the resort’s trucks. You hated that man since you met him, and you watched his every movement warily; this was a lawless land, and hell, if he wanted to, he could probably shoot down Ari or any one of the fellow agents and get away with it.

Well, perhaps that was a stretch, but you still did not trust him. You watched as his men inspected the back of the trucks- the very same trucks you all used to smuggle the refugees to safety. You couldn’t help but hold your breath. You knew that Ari and the others did a wonderful job leaving behind no traces, but understandably, it did get your heart racing when your team was under suspicion. A small, smug smirk crossed your lips upon seeing the cocky expression fall from the colonel’s face once his men told him the trucks were empty, now only hoping that he would leave. Instead, Colonel Ahmed only invited himself in for dinner, eliciting a small groan of frustration from your lips. All you wanted was to quietly slip into your room with your husband and crawl into bed in his warm arms, to bury your head in his broad chest and let your fingers lightly play with his soft, lengthy hair.

But instead, the man came inside, quietly informing you to resume your position as hotel staff, giving you a discreet apologetic glance before turning to Ahmed with a smile on his face, encouraging him and his soldiers to come inside and wait at the table while he went to get changed.

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It took you everything not to punch these ogling men in their faces as you stood before them at the table, waiting patiently as they inspected the menu in front of them, though the reason they seemed to be taking so long was because their eyes were on you more than the words in front of them. You could tell that Ari could notice; he was not letting his annoyance show in any obvious ways, but you knew him well enough to read the subtle signs. The way his knuckles tensed to white as he held his glass, the slight creases appearing in his forehead the longer the men took to state their damn order, his stunning blue eyes just slightly darker than usual. Still, you avoided eye contact with him. If these soldiers even slightly picked up on the fact that the two of you had a remotely deeper relationship, it could mean trouble.

“Would you like some more time to look over the menu, sir?” you finally questioned in the best polite voice you could muster, even managing to offer him a light smile. The colonel brought his eyes to yours, looking at you for a few moments before slowly smirking, immediately making you feel uncomfortable. “I think,” he replied with thickly accented English, “that what I want is not on this menu.” Before you could even respond, he had his arm around your waist, his strong hold suddenly jerking you right onto his lap. Your eyes rounded in surprise, your expression one of pure shock as you locked eyes onto Ari’s, immediately starting to squirm. “Hey! P-please, let go of me!” you demanded; normally, you would punch this pervert’s teeth in, but even in a situation like this, you knew you could not risk giving up your cover. You were supposed to be an innocent member of the waitstaff at the resort, and you would commit to your role as seriously as possible if it meant saving lives.

Ari looked just as shocked as he immediately stood up, eyes narrowed; you could tell it was also taking everything in him to not grab the bastard and throw him onto the floor. “Let go of my employee, please,” he spoke through grit teeth, glaring down Ahmed with a look of disapproval and authority. “Oh, but Mr Thomas,” the colonel spoke nonchalantly, his fingers squeezing your waist only making you squirm further in discomfort as you tried to fight his hold. “How can I help myself? You see, all the native women here look exactly the same-- so boring. When such exquisite foreigners come, I get… excited.” He gave you a sleazy grin, making you practically want to throw up all over him. “How about we make a deal? You let me have the pretty woman, and I leave you and your resort alone.” Your husband looked at the man in complete disgust, not even bothering to hide it anymore. “Listen, Colonel-- I’m not sure how you run things here, nor do I want to know. But if you don’t get your hands off of her, I will take serious measures to make sure you won’t even have the status to come look at this damn resort, do you understand?” You bit on your lip as you felt Ahmed’s grip barely tighten in anger before slowly relaxing, though he still was not letting you go. Slowly leaning into your ear, you felt his warm breath on your skin as he muttered, “Where are you from, beautiful?” You shut your eyes for a second, forcing yourself to remain composed and to not completely lose it as you quietly replied, “I’m from the United States. I was raised in Minnesota.” Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Ari slowly slide the knife beside his plate underneath the table, but you averted your gaze from him, instead focusing on the floor so that you would not have to even look towards the disgusting man violating your personal space at the moment.

He suddenly stood up, bringing you right up with him as he kept his hold on your waist-- and that was when all chaos ensued. Ari was immediately up and at him with the knife pointed at his neck, and Ahmed’s soldiers were all standing with their guns pointed at Ari. Ahmed himself looked thoroughly unfazed, even giving Ari his creepy little smile as he stared him down, still holding you tightly by his side. “You have no power over me, Mr Thomas,” he hissed, and you could see the heat practically radiating from Ari’s anger. “Let. Her. Go. I won’t say it again.” He growled lowly, keeping a firm hold on the knife, his eyes locked onto Ahmed’s fearlessly. The staredown lasted a few moments longer before one of the men behind Ari suddenly whacked him in the head with his gun, a gasp escaping your lips as you watched your husband fall onto his knees as he let out a groan of pain. Ahmed simply chuckled as he let you go, eyeing both of you somewhat suspiciously but scoffing. “I’m not hungry anymore,” he spoke with a casual smirk, barely snickering before turning around and leaving with his men.

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You sighed softly as you gently inspected Ari’s head, making sure there was no swelling before settling yourself back into the sand next to him, eyes flickering over the waters in front of you. “What a fucking dick,” you mumbled, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, suddenly wrapping his arm around you pulling you close to him. “Tell me about it. I wish I could have just stuck that knife in his fuckin’ throat.” He muttered in response, but you were too busy looking around nervously, already trying to distance yourself from the male. “Ari, we’re outside, we shouldn’t--” you began to whisper, but you were cut off by his lips on yours, one large hand moving to frame the side of your face while his other arm pulled you closer to his body. “Then the guests can start rumors about how the hotel owner’s fucking his waitress. I don’t care. Sweetheart, I was so worried about you today.”

You couldn’t help but smile against his lips, kissing him back allowing yourself to melt in his warm and loving embrace. “I’m okay,” you whispered reassuringly, moving your own hand up to stroke his hair gently away from his face. “We’re both okay. And that’s not going to change.” He gave you a small smile, looking into your eyes with complete love and adoration for a few moments before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “I can’t wait until we’ve succeeded with this mission. When we’ve saved every single refugee, every man, woman, child, family-- and... I can’t wait until we can finally go home together and start a family of our own.” He pressed his forehead against yours, looking down into your eyes. “It’s going to happen soon, baby, I know it.” Your smile only grew wider as you listened to him, gazing up into his eyes almost dreamily as you thought about it. You, Ari, and your little baby, whomever he or she may be. You could only hope that child would have the same passion and bravery that their father had, though at the same time, such a prospect concerned you as a future mother.

Still stroking his hair, you pecked his lips lightly with a breathy chuckle, murmuring, “I love you so much, Ari Levinson.” It had been a while since you had used his full name, considering the two of you had been undercover for quite some time now. He smiled and suddenly stood up, holding your hand to pull you up with him before wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, your full name rolling off his tongue slowly and delicately as if he simply enjoyed the mere experience of saying it himself. “I love you,” he whispered back, glancing towards the waves shimmering under the moonlight before looking back to you, placing a hand on the back of your neck and pulling you in for a passionate kiss, as if professing his love to you in front of the god of the seas himself.

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