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flying-nightwing · 4 years

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Decorum (3/3)

Attaboy gang, thanks for the support! Here’s the final part of Decorum. I can’t believe I cooked my boy Dick for +10 000 words, I kinda feel bad now lmao (I did add a bit of saving grace for him here, I’m not a monster) Anyway, you were served appetizer, main course and finally dessert with a generous syrup of Jason.

Part 2

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader, Dick Grayson x reader (ish)

Word count: 3994

Warnings: swear words, non graphic sexual content but strong implications

Summary: after making sure Dick gets the message, you finally get closure.

Dick couldn’t believe he was in the right place. He had checked many times to make sure he was in the right neighborhood, but his coordinate were clearly indicating he was. He looked around the dusty, unkempt buildings in the deserted street and thought to himself that you would--you could never stay around here. Sure, you had left with only a small part of your own fortune and left the rest to the benefit of Wayne Industries (the reason he was still legally married to you), but it was enough to guarantee you a better life than… This. Especially with your upbringing, he didn’t think you’d know how to live that way. Even for him… Hadn’t he had his training, he would easily have been uneasy walking those streets.

It had taken everything for him to make Bruce reveal him your location. Obviously he could have done it himself, but he didn’t think you’d take it very well if he did. But after a year and a half without any news from you but bruce’s assurance you were still alive and well, his patience had ran out. So despite warnings from the family and his own better judgement, he went after you. It was eating him inside, and he had to see you. So he tracked you down to a small town in Argentina, where you now had an address and ID.

It was the sound of a slow, bassy beat that caught his attention first. He followed it through a small alley and finally ended up on a backyard party, where the music was loud and the people happily chatting. All of them appeared to have some carnival masks, and a drink in their hands. It was some kind of celebration, he deducted. His eyes were then drawn to the people dancing around the bonfire, their face barely illuminated by the warm glow of the fire. They were dancing in pairs to the slow reggaeton blasting from the stereo, and he could have sworn…

No way.

He dropped his bag and took a few steps forward to make sure he had seen well, only to confirm he did. After all, his eyes were well adjusted in the dark. There you were, dancing with some guy he did not recognize. It was you, he was sure of it even behind that mask. You were laughing at something he said, and you didn’t push him back when he kissed you. His eyebrows drew together at this out of character behavior, but his head truly began to spin at your next actions. You broke away from him just enough to beckon someone hidden from him on the chairs around the fire. He couldn’t see the person, but the voice that followed, louder than the party somehow, he knew too well. Way too well.

“No puedo decirte no, baby”

Soon enough, a maskless Jason with his shirt wide open joined you. He poured some tequila in your mouth, before kissing you. Sloppily, passionately. It made Dick see red. Not only he knew where you were all this time, pretending he didn’t, but he was shamelessly making out with you, and god knows what more. Dancing with you so close, without a care in the world, his mouth on your neck…

“What the fuck”

He said it loud enough to grab yours and Jason’s attention, as well as a few of the party goers that weren’t too drunk yet. Jason gestured for them that there was no problem and took a few steps forward, pulling you with him by the hand.

“Dick! Attaboy!” He greeted, opening his arms. You giggled at his antics as you stabilized the bottle in his hands so it wouldn’t spill. “What in el inferno are you doing here? Want some tequila?”

He looked in between you two, his eyes squinted in confusion at the mess in front of his eyes. Jason, well, he was Jason, nothing was surprising there. But you? You were wearing a crop top and some cut off daisy dukes, your hair was a mess and your feet dirty from dancing barefoot in the soil. You would have never been caught dead looking that way.

“No I don’t” He refused the offer with a scoff before setting his eyes on you again. “I came to check on you”

“Me?” You raised an eyebrow. “I’m living my best life, Richard”

Jason made a funny face at your use of his full name, while dick only rolled his eyes.

“Here, with him?” He pressed. “You don’t even speak spanish”

“Well, ahora si malparido” You replied without missing a beat, and Jason almost spit out the cigarette he was trying to light with one hand. “And yes. He’s much better company than you”

“You must be fucking kidding me” He sighed to himself. “Why?”

“To make you feel like shit”

“To fuck my brother’s wife, man”

“Also, his ass”

“Hard same”

You were sure you could see the smoke coming out of his brain at this point.

“Before you judge me… Actually, you have no right to. Case closed” You gave him a tight smile. You knocked back the remaining of your beer before turning on your heels and heading back to the party. But before you could go far, he called your name again.

“We need to talk. Both of you” He said, but it went straight over both of your heads. “Sober”

“Sure sure” You brushed off, pulling Jason back with you. “See you tomorrow. You can crash on the couch inside or whatever”

“Or you’re welcome to join the fiesta, hermano!” Jason called to Dick. “But not with that attitude! And get yourself a drink!”

You laughed as your good mood returned in the heart of the party with Jason. Dick was forgotten the second he disappeared from your sight, and it was better that way. Just thinking about him left a bitter taste in your mouth, so you pulled Jason by the collar and kissed him hard. He welcomed the contact, only bringing you impossibly closer against him. He tasted like tobacco and tequila, and it was intoxicating in the most delectable way. His hand on your skin, burning a fire you had never touched before.

He was everything Dick wasn’t, and it was amazing.

Life was so much simpler ever since you had left Gotham. You did your thing, with no pretenses or decorum to uphold. Jason would drop occasionally, sometimes for a few days, other for a few weeks, to show you the best of times every time without a fault. You had no ties, no engagement, no bullshit; only fun. And it made it all the more exciting. He had so far not disappointed on his word that he was, in fact, a piece of heaven.

“Look who joined the party” Jason nodded to someone behind you, and a quick look revealed Dick looking very uncomfortable, but nevertheless with a drink in his hand. He tried not to make it obvious, but he was watching you and Jason. Your thoughts were only confirmed when you crossed glances for a second too long. “What do you say we put up a show for Boy Wonder over there?”

You grinned at his words, knowing what he meant. You now danced to make Dick jealous, which meant dancing sensually, provocatively, obscenely with Jason like you probably never did before. His hands were going wild as you practically grinded against each other. It was working, because soon enough you caught a glimpse of Dick retreating back to the house. Your eyes returned to Jason’s hooded ones, and you bit your lip. You lowered the mask pulled up on his forehead and kissed him again, drunk in lust for him.

“Let’s go back to the bedroom, handsome” You muttered in his ear and a smile graced his face.

“Don’t have to tell me twice, darling”

As you pulled him back to the house, you couldn’t help but think the master bedroom was right over the living room.

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The next morning followed your usual routine when Jason was around, regardless of your unannounced guest. You woke up early and burned the rest of the alcohol from the party through a run. A few miles before the heat became unbearable, then training in a private part of your garden. There were trees and fountains, which made it cooler than the rest of the propriety as the sun climbed higher in the sky. You were sweating alcohol and fire smoke as you were facing Jason on the fighting mat, but nevertheless, your energy and determination to put him on his ass was still very alive.

He was circling you, much less on guards than you were. He was waiting for you to make the first move, but you had to find the right one. You knew that almost whatever you did, he would stop it without much of an effort. So you had to take him by surprise, which was easier said than done.

“Come on darling, don’t tell me you’re sore from yesterday” He teased before lightly tapping his chest. “C’mon, hit me”

“Cocky bastard” You jumped right in and threw a few punches as a distraction that he dodged easily, before going for the leg sweep. But alas, his training was once again far superior than yours. You don’t know how it happened, but a few moves from him had you trapped under him.

“I’m starting to believe you like me manhandling your sweet ass” He grinned as he started to stand up from his position. You took the opportunity to grab his neck in a chokehold with your legs, and bring him down with his own momentum. At least, that worked, because in a flash he was on the ground, trapped in between your thighs.

“You were saying?” You huffed.

“Oh, I definitely like ending up here, babe” He drawled out suggestively, and you rolled your eyes. “But business first, pleasure later”

Your eyes widened as he easily rose from the ground… With you still around his neck. Before you could shriek, he threw himself forward and slammed you down on the ground, saving his own fall with a roll. For a moment, you could only lay flat on your back, trying to process what had just happened. Beside the wind being knocked out of your lungs on the initial contact, you weren’t hurt. Just… Shocked, with good reasons to be.

Well, that was a new one you weren’t prepared for.

The sun was then blocked by Jason, who offered you his hand and a shit eating grin. You took the hand and pulled yourself up, dusting off your backside. He raised an eyebrow in challenge, and before he could predict your next move, you threw a round kick, one he barely dodged. Judging by the surprise on his face, he had not expected such quick recovery from you. You took advantage of your attack momentum to throw hits and jabs everywhere you could see open. Your only advantage was that he was unprepared and off balance, but god did it feel good to see him not so smug for once. You finally backed him up into a wall and snatched the blade he always kept in his waistband, pressing it against his neck.

“I don’t know if i should be impressed, or proud, or both” He huffed. “But I’m definitely turned on”

“You dog” You scoffed humorously, taking a step back and handing him back his blade. He took it and tucked it back in the waistband of his short, still grinning at you. “Are you surprised I got the best of you?”

“I’m hard to beat, babe, of course I’m surprised” He teased, earning him a push on the chest as you made your way back to the house. But you noticed your training session had gained a… Spectator. “Oh hey Dick. Came back for act two?”

You snorted at his reference to the night before, and you could have sworn Dick blushed when he momentarily looked away.

“I didn’t know you knew how to fight”

“Obviously” You rolled your eyes as you walked past him into the house, undoing your sparring gloves. “I'm never getting kidnapped for one of you again"

"That's… good" He nodded, glancing quickly at his brother who had now taken his shirt off.

"I'm going to take a shower, I'll be back" You called as you made your way to the stairs.

"Comin with ya" Jason jogged after you, but stopped when you turned around.

"Not today, Jay Bird" You tsked teasingly. "Now be a good host to our guest while I shower"

"It's not even my house" He protested weakly, before sighing and backtracking to the kitchen. He paused there, giving his brother an once over before making a bee line for the fridge.

“What have you done with her?”

Jason slowly straightened up from his search for food, unsure of if he heard Dick correctly. He furrowed his eyebrows and turned to face him. “Come again?”

“I said, what have you done with her?” Dick repeated, putting emphasis on his words. It made Jason snort at the sheer irony. “She would never…”

“She would never what, Dick?” He sighed in annoyance.

“You turned her into you and you know it”

This time, Jason didn’t hold back the laughter. He grabbed an apple, spun it in the air and caught it back before biting in it, trying to find out where the hell his brother had found the audacity. “I didn’t do shit, Dickie. It’s all her”

“I don’t believe it” He objected, but Jason wasn’t on the defensive like he had expected. Instead, he was the one to be.

“What did you expect?” He shrugged. “You broke everything that held her into the mold, and now she shines. I mean, I’ve always suspected she was a wild little vixen under all that pretense, but boy was I in for a nice surprise. You really missed on something there, I almost feel sorry for you”

“So you’re together now?” Anger was audible in his voice. He remembered way too well how they danced the night before, and how Jason had totally done this to prove he could. “Or you use her to fuck?”

“Aren’t you just the cutest” He smirked, throwing the apple core in the bin. “I’m just helping her enjoying life outside the stupid decorum she was born into, brother”

“And you’re taking nothing back out of this?” He challenged, as to try and find something against him. But so far, he had nothing concrete.

“Of course I’m taking something out of this” He scoffed derisively. “She’s hot, and she’s amazing at sex. That I taught her, since you clearly didn’t. Guilty as charged on all counts of bedroom fun positions… Fuck, you really did miss the jackpot”

“And you cheat on her, does she know that?”

“He doesn’t cheat on me” You walked in right after his question. “Not anymore than I cheat on him, because we chose our relation to be that way. Not that it concerns you”

“See? She’s shining” Jason taunted Dick as he brushed past him in the direction of the shower at his turn, leaving you alone with your… Legal husband. He looked uncomfortable, but you didn’t care. You weren’t nervous to face him.

“Uh, you look good”

Dick wanted to facepalm himself. That’s all he could say? Of course it was. Your skin was glowing like it never did before, you didn’t look tired or stressed, and most importantly, he wasn’t there to hurt you. You truly looked good, healthy and happy. And it made him miserable to think his absence from your life was one of the main reason for that, and the other, Jason.

“I do” You replied without an ounce of shame, because you did. “So I guess we’re doing this long overdue conversation now”

He nodded slowly as you gestured for him to take a seat to the table. You joined him and sat on the other hand, crossing your fingers in front of you. It was better now than later, and you could close this horrible chapter of your life once and for all.

“It’s weird. I barely recognize you” He began.

“You would have had to know me in the first place for that” It wasn’t harsh, the way you said it. But you had to make it clear where you stood, and lying would have been counterproductive. “You never spoke more than ten words to me, except when we’d fight. How could you possibly have any idea about what I was like before?”

“Right. I deserve that, I guess” He mumbled to himself. “I just… I just would have never pictured you fighting, I remember you didn’t like it”

“Because it wasn’t the proper thing to do” You admitted. “I felt like I didn’t belong in that training room, like I didn’t belong in your world, you see”

“Are you doing that to make me feel like shit too?”

It sounded… Defeated. He was talking about you and Jason, with the underlying question of why him. You knew it must have felt weird, to see you together. But while he was ignoring you, Jason had been the only one who didn’t pretend like everything was fine. Well, he did to some extent because he had to, but he would always be there if you asked for him. When he accepted your invitation to come and see you in Argentina, he helped you change your world around, to discover who you were on your own terms. It had been the first time you could choose, you could dare to be bold, you could dare to make mistake and stupid things without fearing what blow it would deal to your reputation. He gave you a taste of freedom, and you never wanted to let it go. It wasn’t like you were a couple either; you had just found a best friend that could understand, and that could give you a little extra more…

“I’ll admit it’s a side effect that does not displease me, but no” You answered. “I’m doing this for me, because this is who I am”

“Is that what you think? Or what he told you?” He asked expectantly.

“You have to stop with that. You have to understand the only times I was ever myself were when you weren't around” You sighed, dropping a truth you had wanted to reveal him for a while now. “You never made the effort to know me. Jason, despite his flaws, did. So once again, whatever judgement you think you’re entitled to, you’re not”

Silence followed your words. He was thinking about them, processing them, while you were just relieved you could finally get it out in the open. Sure, you had talked about it with Jason, but Dick needed to hear it from you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have...” He held his head down, finally speaking. Whatever hope he had with this talk just disappeared in smoke, seeing as he had nothing to give you. “I just… I just can’t bear to know that I’m the reason you had to turn to him, you know? I hate to see him giving you everything that I wouldn’t because of my own damn stupidity, while I could have been the one to… Be there.”

He finished in a whisper, and you didn’t reply straight away. You knew he had been sincere in his feelings back at the hospital, and it hadn’t changed. Somehow you knew he was truly trying to change, that he was trying hard to make up for his past actions. If only he had showed that behaviour a little sooner, you had no trouble believing he would indeed be the one beside you right now. But history made its course, and he wasn’t.

“Well, we gotta own our mistakes, don’t we?” You hummed. “... Now I’m just asking of you that you respect my choices as my own, you owe me that much”

He hummed in agreement before reluctantly standing up. He glanced at the door, then back at you. “I should go now. Just let me know when you’re back to Gotham, okay?”

“Dick” You called before he could go any further. He spun back to face you, but your expression probably cued him it wasn’t because you had a change of heart. “I’m not coming back to Gotham. Ever”

“What?”

“I should have told you this at the hospital the night before I left” You confessed. Your choice had been made a long time ago, you had just hoped he would have given up before you had to do this. You stood up and went to the small desk beside the window, fetching a white, unmarked envelope. You went back to him and handed him it. “I never had the intention of coming back. Here’s… Everything you need to move on as well. Only thing left to do is for you to sign, the rest had been taken care of”

Wordlessly, he pulled out the folded documents, staring at them frozen in place.

“The second document stipulates you and Wayne Enterprises get to legally keep my share of the family money” You explained. “Please sign it too”

“You’re divorcing” It was all he could say, and you nodded.

“We both need this”

“But--”

“Listen, I see that you are trying to make amends, and it’s why I decide to forgive you for whatever you’ve done. It’s in the past now” You gently cut him off. “I understand you are trying to be better, and I know you will be for whomever life puts on your path next. But I’m not a part of this journey for you, not anymore. So you have to let it go”

For the first time since you met Dick Grayson, you could look truly him in the eyes, and him in yours as well. It felt strange, to have talked with him when you never used to. You believed you had learned more about him today than in two years of marriage, but somehow it felt like the closure you and him needed. You didn’t need to know why he had been a jerk to you, it wasn’t important anymore. You had seen what you had wanted, a glimpse of who he truly was, and that was satisfying on its own. You just hoped he’d remember his lesson, and would be careful for the times that had yet to come. As you watched him leave your doorstep, one thing was clear, you were at peace with what happened with him. Who knew, perhaps in a few years from now your paths would cross again. You’d say hello, he’d say hi back. Maybe you’d go take a coffee and talk about your lives, and possibly share a laugh over silly details you had overlooked from your shared history.

But for now, you’d rather forget Dick and enjoy what you had. You closed your eyes as arms wrapped around you from behind, and Jason’s shower gel took over your sense of smell. It made you realize how content you were with the life you had, and how glad you were to have left the life that had been designed for you.

“How did it go?”

“Don’t pretend you weren’t listening” You smiled, resting your head against his chest. You felt the vibration of his silent chuckle as he swayed you lightly. “But it went well. We cleared things up. And i gave him the papers, I shouldn’t stay miss Grayson for long now”

“Aw man, there goes my “affair with my brother’s wife” fantasy” He joked, and you half heartedly slapped his chest. “Ow”

Some things never change.

“I’m just glad it’s over” You sighed, turning around in his arms to face him. “Thank you”

“For what darling?”

“Everything, Jason. Thanks for everything”

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blakemetothemoon · 4 years

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“Baby, I’m Desperate for You”; SaifahZon, Rating: E

Anon asked for Saifah and Zon getting interrupted every time they try to make out and I somehow turned it into a 4k word smut fic oops. Also I really hope the read more tag works for this hnnngggggg

ALSO thank you all so much for 250 followers!!!! I never expected this blog to grow so big!!! So think of this fic as a little thank you!! <3

Summary: Five times Saifah and Zon try to make-out and the one time they do (more than make-out).

Rating: E

Tags: smut, top saifah, bottom Zon, explicit sexual content, PWP, making out, lots of it, interrupted make-outs, 5+1, frottage, anal sex, fingering, phone sex, masturbation, praise kink, barebacking, established relationship, kissing, cuddles, light sub/dom, exhibitionism, kind of LOL

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1. After the First Kiss

The concert ends before they're done kissing each other breathless. Even in the haze, they're aware enough to know they won't be alone for much longer. And they want to be alone for much longer.

Saifah grabs Zon’s hand and tugs him down the hall. “My room?” he says. “Kissing only?”

That halts any anxiety Zon starts to have about too fast too soon. He frantically nods his head and Saifah beams.

They’re seven steps from freedom when Soda ambushes them and yells, “The after party!”

They’re shuffled away from the exit before they can protest. They share a glance, silently agreeing to escape as soon as they can. But Soda’s eyes are like a hawk’s, and both Zon and Saifah know how dangerous she can be, so they don’t risk it.

Beneath the table, surrounded by laughter, Saifah runs his thumb over the pulse of Zon’s wrist and smiles. We’ve got time.

Zon intertwines their fingers and smiles back.

Honestly, they start dating at the wrong time.

Okay, maybe not the “wrong” time. Sure, there had been a lot of patience on Saifah’s part and a lot of floundering on Zon’s, but it worked out and neither had any regrets about where they were now.

More like it’s the most inconvenient time.

Exams are coming up and Zon’s grades still aren’t…great. Saifah’s scores are better than Zon’s, but not at the level of someone like Tutor, who Zon's parents trust with their lives. Which means Zon is either being tutored at school or at home studying. They haven’t told Zon’s parents about him and Saifah going from fictional boyfriends to actual boyfriends. They wouldn’t have a problem with it, but that doesn’t mean Saifah would be allowed as a distraction. If anything, it would make it worse for them to find out right now.

Which goes back to the inconvenience thing. They’re boyfriends just long enough to do sexual things to each other three times. And the nice thing about having a boyfriend, Zon’s heard, is you get to have sex more than three times. They’re finally at the point where they (aka Zon) are getting more comfortable with the entire “naked touching and embarrassing yet uncontrollable noises” thing. Zon is starting to think about what he likes, what Saifah really likes, and what else they would like together. And after the best orgasms of their lives, not being able to explore all that makes them both want it more.

So they need to get a little creative.

2. At University

The wall is unforgiving when Zon grabs Saifah in an empty, outdoor corridor and clumsily pushes him against it. The small crack of Saifah’s head on the bricks is enough for Zon’s “surprise and kiss” plan to immediately crumble.

“Shit, are you okay?” Zon grabs Saifah’s head and yanks it down, inspecting the oncoming bump. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

He's pulled Saifah down far enough that they’re eye level. Saifah’s pupils are blown wide with something that isn’t pain, and it’s a jarring reminder that this is the first time they’ve touched in five days.

They don’t say another word. Saifah grabs Zon’s shoulders and spins them. Zon’s back barely touches the wall before Saifah’s lips are on his. The kiss isn’t simple or timid. It’s immediate tongue and insistent hands tugging the hem of Zon’s shirt free from his pants to stroke up his bare sides. A thigh forced in between his legs. Teeth nibbling beneath his jaw.

And it all tells Zon he isn’t the only one feeling deprived.

“I miss you,” Saifah says. He loosens the tie around Zon’s neck so he can pull the collar aside and suck a mark where no one else will see. His other hand smooths around Zon’s ribcage to grab his ass and pull him down onto Saifah’s thigh. “Miss you so much.”

The combination of everything makes Zon gasp and force Saifah’s lips back to his. “Me too,” he groans against them.

Zon’s got class in twenty minutes, and it’s probably not smart to get worked up and sport a boner to economics. Still, Zon grabs onto the back of Saifah’s neck, earning him a hiss when his nails dig into the skin there. He clambers up his beanstalk of a boyfriend and Saifah grips him by the thighs to help him do it. Burying his hands into the back of Saifah's shirt, he drags him closer and grinds against Saifah’s stomach. Saifah presses Zon so hard against the wall that he wouldn’t slide down it even if his legs weren't desperately clinging to Saifah’s waist—

Laughter suddenly echoes from down the hall. They freeze, eyes widening together, then Zon is dropped back to his feet. His legs are in “Saifah kissed me silly” mode, so he stumbles, but Saifah takes the quickest of moments to steady him. Then he leaves a messy kiss on Zon’s cheek and disappears around the corner, and Zon clumsily tucks his shirt back into his pants. He rushes to the nearby water fountain and drinks like he’ll be thirsty forever.

Which, well…

3. Over the Phone

Saifah is the one who suggests it but Zon is quick to agree. The words "sex" and "Saifah" in the same sentence have become pretty good at focusing Zon’s attention in one direction. Especially when they’re going on two weeks of this.

But when Zon has the phone pressed to his ear and he’s naked in bed with lube and tissues, what he and Saifah are about to do hits him like a boulder.

"This is my first time doing something like this, too,” Saifah, Actual Boyfriend of the Year, says to ease the majority of Zon’s nerves. “You don’t need to be shy. It’s just me, okay?”

“Who’re you calling shy?” Zon replies with a huff.

Zon’s glad Saifah said they just do a voice call, not a video one. Even if they’ve already had sex, there’s something about doing things to himself in front of Saifah that is still embarrassing to the point of near panic. The foregin idea of there being a screen between them just adds to that. Too much new, too quick. Having it over the phone is far less intimidating.

"What are you wearing?" Saifah says. He does it to get a laugh, but instead Zon goes eerily quiet. "Zon?"

“I already took my clothes off! Crap, I didn’t even think about foreplay. Give me a second, I’ll put on some pants—”

“Hold on,” Saifah interrupts, "You're already naked?"

Shit, Zon thinks, I read so much about this, how could I mess this up already—

“Zon?”

“Yes, I’m naked, okay?”

“So if I was there and crawled into your bed, you would already be naked?" Saifah reiterates. He sounds like he's run a mile in one minute. "I could just slide my hands under the covers and touch you. Touch all of you?”

"Um…" Zon imagines laying there waiting and willing for Saifah to touch him. Those talented, long fingers sliding themselves over Zon’s entire body, but not touching him where he already craves for it—

Oh. Oh. Okay. Maybe Zon could do this.

Zon doesn’t know when he started stroking himself. All he knows is he’s already hard and when he pictures it as Saifah’s hand, he groans and has to let go.

“Y-Yeah, you could do that." Zon licks his lips. Clears his throat. "You can touch me.”

There’s a sharp inhale on the other end of the line. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

Everywhere, Zon thinks. “I want you to touch my chest. Then my… my—”

"Do it then," Saifah says when panic makes the words catch in Zon’s throat. Saifah’s voice is still breathier than normal, but it's also patient, soft. "Close your eyes and think it's me. My thumbs tracing over your nipples, rubbing them until they’re hard. You like it when I do that, right?”

Zon breathes a sigh of relief; Saifah always knows when Zon needs to give up control instead of being forced to just handle it. He nods before remembering Saifah can’t see him. “Yeah. I’m, ah, I’m touching them— but you do it better, Saifah—”

“You’re doing so good, my Zon,” Saifah whispers. “Move your hand down. Grab your cock for me. You’re hard, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Zon hisses when he grabs himself again. Somehow he’s grown even harder than before. Has he ever been this hard? Like two strokes and he’ll be gone? “I’m already close, Saifah, but I want—”

“You want me to finger you, right?” Saifah’s breathing is getting heavier, and Zon knows it means he’s touching himself, too. That he’s not far behind him. “I want that, too. You’re always so hot around my fingers. Fuck, Zon, thinking about it is driving me crazy. Do it to yourself, Zon. Please. Your moans when I finger you are so sexy. Let me hear them, my Zon.”

Having only Saifah’s voice makes Zon hyperfocus on every hitch, every stutter. He commits them to memory between thinking about how Saifah sounds so perfect like this.

Desperate to keep Saifah talking, Zon reaches for the lube, muttering a curse when he opens it and some of it spills onto his pillowcase—

Then Zon is reminded that the universe is set on blue-balling them for eternity because Zon's phone rings with another incoming call, and when he fumbles to ignore it with his free hand, he hits accept instead.

And, suddenly, Saifah's deep moans are replaced by Zen’s cheerful greeting.

Zon goes into fight or flight mode. He throws his phone across the room with way too much force and a loud, “Fuck!” It lands on the floor with an unforgiving thud and a startled yelp from the other end. It takes at least ten deep breaths for Zon to remember, thank god, it wasn’t video, holy fuck.

“Zon?” Zen says once Zon’s scrambled to pick up his phone. “Are you okay—”

“Hey, Zen! Sorry, my mom’s calling me, bye!”

The instant Zon ends the call, he calls Saifah again. It connects on the first ring. "I’m sorry! I accidentally—"

But there’s nothing but obnoxious laughter on the other end.

Zon blushes bright red and angrily hangs up.

His phone immediately lights up with a video call. He pouts as Saifah’s amused face appears in HD. “Don’t make fun of me, you ass!”

“I’m not!” Saifah says with a grin that means he definitely is. But his hair is all ruffled in that sexy bed-head kind of way and his eyes are full of an affection Zon will never fully believe is for him. So maybe he can forgive Saifah for laughing at his expense this one time.

It goes without saying that the mood is completely ruined and a single glance at his watch says they’re out of time to make it happen again. Zon drags his eyes across Saifah’s bare shoulders and asks, "...did you…?"

"Did I what?" Saifah says, ever the cheekiest little shit.

"You know what I mean! Did you finish?"

"No.” Before Zon can apologize again, Saifah adds, “I like it when we finish together."

Zon's cheeks basically burst into flames but he can't help his grin. His stomach flips at the words, at how satisfied and bizarrely possessive they make him feel.

“You should go study,” says Saifah.

“Five minutes.” Zon leans against his headboard and snuggles a pillow to his chest. “Tell me about your day.”

Saifah does just that, talking mindlessly about the football game coming up and the new song he wants them to learn together and countless other things. Five minutes turns into fifteen, and Zon can’t help but think how perfect Saifah’s voice is like this, too.

4. Saifah’s Room

“Sorry, my Zon,” Saifah mumbles. His voice is raspy and he flinches when he swallows. “We finally have a night together and I’m dying.”

“You aren’t dying. Drink your soup,” replies Zon. He sees Saifah shiver so he grabs the comforter and gently drapes it around those slender shoulders. “And stop apologizing. I already said it’s okay. It’s not your fault you’re sick.”

It’s hard to tell if Saifah believes him or not. Zon smiles because it really is okay. Being near Saifah refuels him, it doesn’t matter what they’re doing. And he likes getting to see a whiny Saifah, to take care of him in the same way he always takes care of Zon.

After Saifah finishes his soup and his eyelids droop, Zon wraps him up in the blanket and cuddles him sturdy until he falls asleep.

5. Living Room

My parents aren’t home, Zon texts Saifah the instant his parents leave.

Say no more, Saifah texts back in 0.2 seconds.

Lips are crashing into Zon’s before he has the door half-way open. He nearly tobbles over but Saifah steadies him with arms around his waist. Zon's own hands grab onto the collar of Saifah's engineering uniform to tug him along as he walks backwards. Saifah’s shoes fly off. Zon isn't entirely sure they closed the door all the way, but when their mouths are moving together in all the best ways, it's hard to care.

"Where are your parents?" Saifah asks, then presses Zon against the kitchen counter and kisses him again before letting him answer.

Zon likes the idea of Saifah lifting him on the counter so they can make out without straining their necks, but right now he wants Saifah on top of him. "Work thing. Won't be back until late," he answers and maneuvers them to the living room.

Maybe they should've at least tried to make it to Zon’s room. But the living room is closer and there's a couch and a warm boyfriend who willingly follows Zon's lead. Saifah's shirt as an anchor has served its purpose; Zon forces Saifah's arms out of it, then frees him out of his t-shirt, too. Zon hasn't seen this expanse of Saifah's skin for weeks. He rubs his hands all over Saifah's chest and abs and bare collar bones. The need to have Saifah where he wants him ignites again, so with a stern grip on those slim shoulders, Zon drags him down until he’s leaning back against the cushions and Saifah straddles his thighs.

Something about their positions feel different than usual. Saifah is curled over him, but the way his thighs tighten when Zon’s hands land on them and how he’s given up control of their kisses—there’s something submissive in it. Slowly, Zon drags his hands up Saifah’s thighs until they meet Saifah’s hips, then he slides them around and, after a brief hesitation, grabs onto Saifah’s ass. Saifah gasps into their kiss, then again when Zon massages it.

Saifah pulls back. His cheeks are flushed, his lips are red, and his hair is mused. He looks downright debauched, and if Zon’s hard-on is any indication, he very much likes a debauched Saifah sitting in his lap.

“You’re getting more daring, Zon.”

The praise and how clearly Saifah is enjoying what Zon is doing makes him grin. “Be careful or I’ll catch up to you.”

Saifah’s breath does this weird hitch thing like he’s been punched in the stomach. With a renewed vigor, his hands bury in Zon’s hair and then they’re back to kissing lips, kissing necks, kissing with tongue—

And then the front door opens and voices carry through the hallway loud enough to hear from the living room.

“Where did my shirt go!” Saifah whisper-yells, desperately searching the floor.

“I don’t know! Here, just put on the blanket—”

“This doesn’t look any better!”

“Shit, can you see my boner—”

“Zon!”

Fuck, why was that the line his mom had to walk in on?!

“Uh,” Zon says as he finally looks at his mom standing in threshold in a fancy dress with her arms crossed. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Except it’s very much exactly what it looks like. They’re the epitome of being caught mid-makeout session.

“Why are you home, anyway?” Zon asks before she can call him out on his obvious lie.

“Your dad forgot his wallet. And don’t act like I’m stupid.”

She turns her gaze to Saifah, whose smile is stupidly charming even when he’s obviously been caught half-naked. Zon’s mom almost looks... happy her son is getting some? Even happier that it’s with Saifah? God, his parents are so fucking weird—

“We told you no distractions before exams,” she continued, “But Tutor said he’s confident you’ll do fine, so tonight is a free pass. Nothing else until exams are over next week, understood?”

“Fine!” Zon replies when she stares him down with that trademark Mom Look. “Promise!”

“One week,” says Saifah when Zon’s mom finally leaves. He wraps Zon up in the blanket with him and kisses his temple. “Keep fighting.”

Zon nuzzles into Saifah’s warmth. “One week.”

+1.

Zon slams the privacy sign on the door handle so hard, it almost flies off.

“You’re enthusiastic today," Saifah laughs.

No shit, Zon's enthusiastic. Exams are done. He’s passed with flying colors thanks to Tutor’s help and his own insatiable need to have Saifah in him, around him, everywhere as long as it’s the two of them touching without stopping. (Who knew horniness was such great motivation.)

And Zon will be damned if they get interrupted again.

He’s taken excessive measures and booked the penthouse suite at a fancy hotel in the next province over. For the next three nights and two days, all texts will go unanswered, no one can walk in on them, and there's no time limit on how much they get to be together here. Just the two of them. Talking, watching movies, cuddling, going out to dinner...

And, ahem, the obvious: sexy fun time.

“Should we go eat?”

Zon doesn’t justify Saifah with a response. Instead, he rises to the challenge of his quirked brow and smirk, and easily hoists Saifah up bridal style. It takes five long strides to toss him onto the bed. Before Saifah can say anything, Zon leaps on top of him, and any and all replies are licked up by Zon's tongue in his mouth.

"Shit, Zon," Saifah groans when they part. He's already half-hard in his jeans. It's a relief to know Saifah is as pent up as Zon is. They groan together when Zon purposely grinds down. "Fuck. Let me grab the lube—"

He blinks, caught off guard, when Zon pulls some out of the back pocket of his jeans. "Way ahead of you."

"Condom?" Saifah asks when Zon doesn't toss one on the bed with the lube.

"They're in my suitcase. But…," Zon hesitates for a second, but he doesn't want Saifah to think he's unsure in his decision, so he quickly finishes. "if you don't want to use one, I'm okay with trying that…"

Saifah gapes like he's lost all cognitive function. "Are you… are you sure?"

They've only talked about it once before, after Saifah got tested, but Zon remembers the heat in his boyfriend's eyes. He had said it in that casual way he does when he doesn't want to pressure Zon into anything—that he's more than okay with what they're already doing. But Zon can tell how much Saifah wants it, and that makes Zon want it, too.

After all, Saifah has been so patient in so many ways, and Zon wants to show he appreciates every part of it.

Once Zon nods, Saifah looks torn between crying and being turned on. He buries his face into Zon’s chest. His voice is muffled when he says, “Zon, you're the sexiest guy in the world. Only you. Shit, how are you for real?"

Zon doesn't know how to completely believe him, but warmth blossoms in his chest. He buries his hands in Saifah’s hair and gently tugs his head back. Saifah’s eyes are glossed over as Zon searches them. Trust. Yearning. Love. It’s all there, open and honest, and Zon is selfish because this is all his. All for him, always for him.

Knowing that ignites a different kind of fire in Zon’s stomach.

“You’re the one who’s unreal,” Zon says, leaning his forehead against Saifah’s, playing with the strands of hair between his fingers. He nibbles on Saifah’s top lip, then his bottom, then whispers, “Saifah, I’ve missed you.”

And Saifah gets the hint.

Romantic stuff momentarily goes on the back burner. Saifah runs his hands up Zon’s sides, bunching Zon’s t-shirt as he goes. The instant the shirt is gone, Saifah takes a nipple into his mouth, his thumb tracing over the other one, and he grins into Zon’s chest at the moan he feels as much as he hears.

Saifah smirks up at Zon’s flushed face. “You really do like this.”

“Sh-shut up.”

Zon pushes Saifah away so he can take his shirt off, too, and makes quick work of their jeans so they can touch and move, skin to skin, like they’ve been deprived of for too fucking long.

“You don’t need much,” Zon says when Saifah reaches for the lube, “I stretched myself earlier…”

Saifah freezes. “You...what?”

A hot flush fills Zon’s face. He did not mean to spill that secret. The one about how he’s so pent up, he spent half the morning with his fingers in his ass so they could get to sex in three minutes or less. How he wouldn’t let himself finish because he knew it wouldn’t be as good if it wasn’t with Saifah gasping his name.

Before Zon nosedives into panicked embarrassment, Saifah slides his hand into Zon’s boxers and immediately presses two fingers in. Zon chokes on a gasp, then another one when Saifah moans into his neck and nibbles at his collarbone.

“So hot, Zon. Fuck, you’re so sexy—”

Zon arches his back and presses back against Saifah’s fingers and whines, “Saifah.”

Saifah quickly pulls off Zon’s boxers, then grabs Zon's hips and yanks him back to him. So close; Zon's cock is trapped between them. One hand keeps him there with a harsh grip on his ass, spreading it while Saifah covers his other in lube. Then his fingers slide back to where they were, but this time they circle and linger. They don't rush in; they've confirmed Zon's statement and now they're more than happy to tease. Once he has Zon scratching demands into his shoulder, Saifah finally gives Zon what he wants.

Zon likes Saifah's dick. Especially when he thrusts deep and makes Zon shake and fills him up in all the best ways. But Saifah's fingers are different. The same kind of amazing, but still different. They're long and precise and they play Zon like an instrument. Where to press, how to tease, how to make Zon sound like a fucking porno star. He works them deep, twisting and pressing hard against Zon’s prostate once, twice, then retreats, only to go in harder the next time. He scissors them and adds a third finger before he usually would, but Zon takes it with a gasp and a quiver.

There’s no space between them, so Zon’s cock has nowhere to go but forward to press into Saifah’s stomach. Zon wraps his arms around Saifah’s neck and ruts like some kind of uncontrolled animal against it. Beneath where Saifah's fingering him he can feel the heat of Saifah’s cock, hard and long, still trapped beneath his boxers. Knowing it's there nearly devolves Zon into into some sex crazed moron because he nearly begs for Saifah to just fuck into him already.

"Saifah." The tail end is an unintentional moan.

Saifah nuzzles into Zon's neck and bites at the sensitive skin beneath his ear. "I love you saying my name like that. C'mon, Zon, say it again, please."

Don't make fun of me, Zon wants to say, but Saifah's fingers press in so forcefully they drive Zon's hips forward, and he moans Saifah's name again just like he asked.

Saifah's fingers are moving faster now. Zon chases them every time they leave him feeling empty. But then he grinds forward again, and it's impossible to chase both sensations at once, but he tries until he's desperately clinging onto Saifah's shoulders. “Saifah, I’m going to come if you keep—”

“Then come,” Saifah says, hot and fucking hot in Zon’s ear.

The deep rasp of it sounds like a demand. It sends a new burst of heat everywhere, and Zon can't go against it, so he cries into Saifah's neck and spills himself across both their bellies.

Then his center of gravity shifts as Saifah holds him and rolls, pressing him into the mattress and kicking his own boxers off. Zon is still shaking from his orgasm when Saifah slides into him, and his length is so perfect it immediately presses against where Zon is most sensitive. Entirely new jolts of electricity run down Zon’s spine to his toes. Those choked, half-words echoing through the room are all him, but somehow letting them out leads to more of them. Which leads to Saifah’s hips moving faster. To him bending Zon further. Grinding into him harder.

“Is this okay?” Saifah gasps. “My Zon, Zon, does this feel good?”

Between the moans and how Zon is already hard again, it should be obvious what Saifah is doing is more than okay. But Zon knows Saifah worries about things like this. All he can manage as reassurance, though, is a whimpering, “Uh-huh.”

Tears are welling in his eyes by the time his second orgasm is close. It’s just all too good, so good, nothing has ever been this good. Everything is sensitized and all because Saifah is fucking him so good. And Saifah looks so blissed out, hungrier than he’s ever been with Zon, losing control. He wraps his hand around Zon’s wrists and holds them against the headboard. The other hand presses Zon’s thigh further than it normally goes. Saifah kisses Zon with tongue and teeth, and Zon shakes with how much he loves it.

Maybe that’s why, when Saifah goes to pull out, Zon whines high pitched and tightens his legs. “I-Inside,” he says, confident despite his gasps, “Sai, come inside, please come inside me—”

Zon isn’t even done with the plea before Saifah slams into him one more time. He groans louder than he ever has. Watching him go over the edge throws Zon over, too, and he cries and comes all over his stomach again, a mantra of Saifah’s name falling from his lips until Saifah, in a daze, kisses him like he needs Zon to breathe.

The desperate kisses ease themselves into slow ones. A sated dragging of lips as they both come down for their highs.

“Fuck," Zon says once he catches his breath and Saifah rolls off to collapse on the bed next to him, "that was…”

“Fucking amazing," Saifah finishes.

Zon grins, still too spent to feel shy or embarrassed. But then he goes to cuddle into Saifah’s side and—

“Ugh!” Zon yells, making Saifah jump. “My thighs! Your come is coming out!"

"Uh…"

"This is so… so… weird!"

Saifah's smile begins to fall. "I'm sorry, we should have talked more about it—"

Zon shuts him up with a kiss. "Don't. I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting... but I'm the one who asked for it." The fading blush returns to his cheeks when he realises what he said. "...And I did like it. Did you?"

Saifah nods quickly, brightening immediately like a puppy who was just praised. He envelops Zon in a full body hug, ignoring the drying come across both their stomachs. "Yes definitely, more please." He smiles into Zon's neck. "You can try it too, if you want. Tonight, maybe?"

Zon quickly pulls back enough to stare down at him, startled. "R-really?"

"Hmm." Saifah's smile grows. "You're not the only one who prepared himself."

Zon goes from satisfied to turned on again in two seconds flat. "Really?" He strokes his hands down Saifah's chest. Over his nipples and ribs. Down to where his legs begin to spread and Zon can feel him growing hard again. "Can we do it now?"

A sharp inhale reverberates beneath Zon's palm. "You need to rest," he says, though he’s not stopping Zon from tracing his fingers beneath his balls, testing the waters before pressing one in. “Let’s take a shower.”

Zon is about to protest when he sees the not so innocent waggle of Saifah’s eyebrows. Then Saifah swoops him up and carries him to the bathroom, and, in the end, maybe waiting was worth it.

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Diamante d’Italia: Chapter 5

(Chapter 5: Another day in paradise)

Josuke grit his teeth, his chin resting in his hand as he held the phone slightly away from his ear, though the guffaw that continued to ring out from the speaker could still be very much heard.

He had already called his Mom to check in with her when he first woke up this morning and since he had the whole day ahead of him he waited until after a much needed shower to call his best friend.

That now seemed like a mistake after listening to him howl with laughter for almost five minutes now.

He winced as Crazy Diamonds hands ghosted over the mottled flesh of his back, sharp pinging following their careful movements as the stand dutifully patched him up.

He was just glad the bed made it easier to sit down with that one.

From what he saw in the bathroom mirror, where those junkies had kicked him in the back had left a bruise that was the size of a basket ball and it was as black and green as Rohans signature hair.

Spots of the same colours along with splotches of an ugly purple were also sprouting on his upper left arm and shoulder. Not to mention the particularly ugly one that was currently taking up residence on his thigh and.... a more unsavory place just slightly north of there.

He had definitely been right about hurting in the morning that's for sure because he practically yelped when rolling over, causing him to fall out of bed and onto the carpeted floor to add to it all.

Staring up into the face of Crazy Diamond looking down at him from where he laid half-whimpering and aching all over was not a way he would recommend starting your day.

The fan of the hotel room spun slowly above him from where he sat on the huge marshmallowy bed in only a towel, his damp pale skin starting to dry and chill beneath the breeze.

"--so-so... lemme get this straight-... you..." Josuke rolled his eyes as Okuyasu struggled to keep his giggles in check over the phone. "You get there..... and-... hehehe.... and- not even like 2 hours.... -and you get beat up?"

"Yes." He sighed.

"BWAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"--oh Josuke!" He wheezed into the receiver, dying down into giggles again. "--I'm so sorry buddy- but that's.... -that's funny.... oww... owww my stomach..."

Josuke grunted, pulling the phone away from his head to avoid going deaf in his right ear as more barking laughter rang out.

He could practically feel Crazy Diamonds own eyeroll as they continued their ministrations on his back.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." He groaned. "Just don't tell Mom, I don't want her to worry about me."

"So what happened after? You must've gotten away somehow right? Did CD put them in their place?" His words were almost drowned out by the obnoxious crinkling of a bag in the background, followed by the unmistakable crunch of potato chips drilling into his eardrum.

"No. I didn't even think about it. It was all happening so fast all I could think of was to grab hold of my suitcase and not let go."

"Oh man, you didn't lose your luggage did you?" Okuyasu questioned after swallowing his mouthful of junkfood very quickly. "Your Mom would have a fit!"

A smile found its way to Josukes face, "No actually. Someone helped me, oh man you should've seen him! He put a run to them and he was really cool too!"

Josuke proceeded to tell Okuyasu all about the one and only Abbacchio and their time together along with meeting Bucciarati.

He spared no details in telling him all about the scrumptious meal he had devoured that night, he could practically hear the other teenager drooling all over the phone as he described the juicy details of prosciutto stuffed chicken breast.

Bruno looked very anxious and warned him it was very dangerous to wander the streets at night, most especially when he was a tourist carrying all his possessions that didn't know where to go.

After Josuke had eaten last night, Bruno asked him if he was staying somewhere and the teenager realized he had completely forgotten about finding a Hotel!

The streets by then were dark and it was late, they had talked for so long but the time had just flew right bye. Jouske had grabbed his bag and thanked the two men graciously for the food and their company, making sure he bowed deeply in respect as he done so, about to head out to find one before he was stopped.

More importantly, he wouldn't even be able to read any signs leading to a Hotel.

Josuke realized he had gotten ahead of himself and accepted the mans proposal to take him to the Hotel a few blocks away, which he did and Josuke had to say, the place was like paradise on Earth.

The building itself was huge! Not to mention high-class. The lobby had a chandelier that was the size of his Livingroom back home! And the fountain in the center of it was bigger than the one outside his School!

Bruno chuckled seeing the owlish expression on his face as they entered through the glass sliding doors, the reflection of the golden lights above them on the polished white marble floor made his baby blue eyes sparkle. Abbacchio simply opted for staying outside and smoking a much needed cigarette while his partner helped Josuke arrange a room.

"Oh man!" Okuyasu said through another mouthful of chips. "That sounds A-B-C-Delicious! I wanna eat that!"

"You'll have to bug Tonio about it if you're that eager." Josuke laughed. "Speaking of food, you've eaten a full meal today right?"

The crunching came to a sudden stop.

"Define--"

"As in you've eaten something cooked and not just junkfood." He interrupted, drumming his fingers on his knee, he already knew his answer however.

Silence... he could actually hear the sounds of Stray Cat (whom both boys had taken to aptly nicknaming 'Guns and Roses') purring along with the feint sound of the TV playing in the background.

"Okuyasu!"

"Sorry! I'll eat real food tomorrow!" He whined. "I just forgot is all!"

"I've actually just been binge watching this goofy tv series. I've heard about it for a while but I finally decided to get into it. Man, I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow, I've been sitting on my ass for so long!" He cackled.

Josuke huffed, however deciding to not press him further on the matter and take his word.

Okuyasu needed to take better care of himself and Josuke usually had to remind him of the importance of it, along with helping his friend pilot through all his emotional troubles.

"It's this Anime thing called 'Dodo's Wacky Quest'. It's pretty good!" There was a pause as a indignant 'meow' sounded close to the phone, followed by more rustling of the chip bag. Okuyasu grunted, the phone crackling as he moved to hand the living plant a chip. "The series is pretty long though. But hopefully I'll have most of it done by the time you get back."

'Speak for yourself...' Josuke thought, shifting slightly on the bed to try and inevitably get more comfortable.

Crazy Diamond was almost finished with his back, the worst one was next.

"What series is it?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Huh," Josuke rubbed his chin, smiling. "I'll have to watch some of it with you."

"That'd be cool! Dodo kinda reminds me of you actually. I dunno if I've met any Jio in my life though, dude gives me the willies..."

Crazy Diamond leaned over him and tapped his leg, shooting him a look.

"I'd better go man. I'll try to talk to you tomorrow, remember your promise!" He said into the phone, turning away from his stand.

"Ok. Ok. I will. Jeeze..." the eyeroll he was getting was evident in the others voice. "Be safe JoJo!"

"I will. Bye."

He put the phone back in its cradle on the bedside stand and sighed, swatting away the phantom hands that pulled on the towel covering him and ignoring the exasperated 'Dora' as he shunted it aside himself.

'Lay on your stomach.' Came the telepathic order from Crazy Diamond. 'I can give you a massage after I'm done with the last bruise to help relax you further.'

He was just glad he didn't decide to tell Okuyasu about his last bruise, otherwise he would've probably passed out from laughter, resulting in Josuke to have to end the call promptly.

He'd never be able to live this down from his stand alone....

☆☆☆

There was so much he wanted to do, and so much he wanted to see. He decided to leave his suitcase behind within the safety of his room (not wanting a repeat of yesterday) carrying just his wallet, a disposable camera his Mom had given him to take pictures and his handy dandy comb of course.

Finally walking again and not shuffling along uncomfortably like an old man (as he had been doing earlier), Josuke strutted downstairs to the lobby without a hair out of place.

His precious mane had been properly lathered, rinsed, gelled, combed and hairsprayed and he was ready to tackle the day!

The golden charms adorning his uniform gleamed like his eyes and he walked with pep in his step, shoes shined and clicking on the polished marble floor.

He needed to tackle business first before he went about to getting some breakfast. He had already had a cup of strong instant coffee after the massage given to him by his stand, using the machine inside of his room (this Hotel really had everything).

"Hello." He greeted the lady at the desk in the lobby, a woman in her sixties with greying hair pulled back into a bun, maroon lipstick and matchig rectangular spectacles. "I was just wondering if I could pay for my nightly stay now and maybe pay for tomorrow too?"

"Can I have your name, dear?" She asked, already typing away on the keyboard of the large white box computer before her.

"Josuke Higashikata. J-O-S-U-K-E."

Her long black nails clicked and clacked away loudly on the keyboard, he watched in silence as her dark red lips pursed, her eyes scanning the screen.

"It says here you're already covered for your full stay."

'Embarrassing' wouldn't be a word he would use to describe a situation where he had to call his Nephew and demurely ask if he could get a lift home like a drunk teenager calling a half-alseep Parent in the middle of the night.

He blinked at her, raising both his eyebrows.

"Umm... I don't think that's right. I only booked the room last night..." he trailed off, feeling his heart starting to pound in his chest.

He prayed to God this somehow wouldn't end with him being in debt with no way home.

She hummed, "It says you're fully covered. You just need to inform the Hotel of the date you're departing and a direct deposit is already in order." She explained.

That answered absolutely none of his questions.

"How is that possible?" He asked, doing his best to keep his voice calm as he rubbed the back of his neck idly.

More typing and clicking.

"It says here that your stay has been covered by..... a Mr. Bruno Bucciarati. He arranged for the bill to be footed to him." Came her reply at last, turning in her chair to look at him.

It took the Highschooler a moment to process that, blinking like an idiot as she stared at him.

What.... when.... how did..... why did....?

"Oh.... uh.... I-I see. Thank you." He told the older woman at last, with a half-hearted wave goodbye as he left the lobby, out into the world of golden sunshine awaiting him outside.

Each question seemed to short-circuit in his brain, he couldn't decide on what to ask first.

Josuke finally realized he was lingering and staring as the old woman addressed him again, before averting his eyes, his face tinging a little pink.

Why on Earth would the man put himself through so much trouble? Paying out of his pocket for him at a Hotel where people who looked like they wiped their asses with dollar bills stayed there no less! It didn't make sense!

This Hotel seemed a little one the pricy side, he had actually been wary about staying here the night but didn't want to be rude and ask Bucciarati to take him to another Hotel, so he decided to risk it and see how much it was the next day (silently praying he wouldn't be dialing Jotaro Kujo afterwards with a speech prepared of course).

This however changed everything.

He was still a virtual stranger to Bruno and his partner, and he didn't feel like he had earned such a kind gesture. He didn't have a doubt in his mind that both men were wealthy but this just felt akin to stealing in Josukes eyes.

It was the least he could do. It's what he wanted to do. It's what he was raised to do.

Josuke leaned up against the stone wall of the Hotel, considering his options. He could tell the Hotel that wasn't necessary and to cancel that previous order and allow him to pay.

Or he could find Bucciarati again (it couldn't be that hard) and offer to pay him back, if not in money maybe he could do something in return for him.

That did it.

He took one last look at the Hotel to remember the name as he prepared to cross the street (he needed something to go off of if he was gonna find a way back afterall).

He had a new mission added onto today.

He was going to do some sight seeing, eat some more damn delicious food and keep his eyes open for either one of the men he dined with last night.

"Albergo brillante Diamante..." he murmured, absentmindedly scratching his cheek as he did his best to pronounce the words (in what he hoped was the correct manor).

"Hmm... wonder what that means."

All he truly knew was that he Josuke Higashikata, had a mission he was going to see through today.

...

He mentally added 'buying a dictionary' to his list today as he narrowly avoided a car coming in the street, yelling out a "Sorry!" To the driver laying on his horn (who wasn't supposed to have the right away).

[To be coninued... 》

#Diamante d'Italia #josuke higashitaka

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Not Really a Cinderella Story | Royalty au | Exo | Sehun | Part 12

Masterlist | Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 [FINAL]

Royalty!AU

Length: 3.2k

Note: uhhhhhh hi, so school ate my life and i have no time anymore but this is finally finished even if its a shorter part also its not edited but when is it ever

I also want to that @haveanotherkpopblog and @theonethatcompletesyou you have supported me since i first started this fanfic and blog in general and you guys are my main motivation most of the time and i’m so sorry i can’t update more regularly but I hope you like this

Warnings: nothing really

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Fluff/angst

Summary: When a strange string of not so great events somehow and you with a job at the palace punching the wrong people can be not so great.

The tapping of your slippers against the old marble floors was the only sound aside from your breathing as you once again stepped into the ballroom. The murals which decorated the domed ceiling of the cavernous room seemed to be covered with a grey filter, blurring the once bright colours which were now peeling away. You had been in Oclaria’s palace for almost two months now but the image of the forgotten ballroom haunted you as if the spirits of the people who once danced within it were buried in your heart. Ever since you had crossed the border between the two countries it felt as if a thin sheet had been thrown over your eyes, everything felt so familiar yet the sheer fabric only let you see shapes, hiding the details from your eyes.

Soon after entering the palace you quickly learned about the king who had passed, Sehun’s uncle. Long before you or Sehun were born the Queen, whom the King loves dearly, finally was pregnant with a child to the joy of the entire kingdom. Parties were held at every street corner, that is, until the baby was born still and took the Queen’s life with it. Heartbroken, the King locked himself away, sending every courtier back to their own territories and dismissing all the staff, keeping only those necessary to make sure the palace didn’t crumble around them. Nobody heard or saw from the King aside from those few servants, no parties or meeting were held and thus the palace was forgotten. Instead, being taken over by years upon years of dust and cobwebs.

The staff you arrived with easily outnumbered the current ones left by the King five to one, they were given the option to leave or stay when Sehun arrived and much to everyone’s surprise many chose to stay. With that, slowly the palace began to fill up again, more staff were hired, the stables and gardens were restored, and slowly the lords and ladies once again took up their places at court. The palace quickly transformed from the desolate and erie place you arrived to, when the grime was scrubbed away and a new coat of paint was slathered on the walls the palace was beautiful, more so than even the ice palace of Matus. But the ballroom was left untouched along with most of the east wing, which made it your favourite place to spend the long days. Though more often than not, you found yourself spending most of your time alone, the days were never predictable. For a man who was supposed to be preoccupied with learning how to govern a country Sehun sure managed to find a lot of free time. Almost every morning you would wake up to find a gift addressed to you waiting in front of your door from none other than the soon to be king. The gifts ranged from anything as simple as a bouquet of your favourite flowers which as the note explained, he grew in the gardens himself, or a new book for you to read. Sometimes he would to to such extremes as leaving a huge arm chair so plush and cushioned you had no idea how it would fit through your door, and gifting you an entirely new wardrobe full of hand crafted gowns, all with sleeves that would cover to your wrists. When there weren’t gifts there was always a letter left, your name scrawled on the envelope in familiar hand writing asking you to meet later in the day or apologizing and promising to make it up to you if he’s too tied up with work.

His favourite place to go with you was the palace gardens, a maze of paths twisting in between rows of flowers and plants that stretched almost as far as the palace itself. The first time you visited it with him he told you that the previous queen had loved to garden too, so much in fact, that as a wedding gift his uncle had ordered the expansion of the garden to add six different expansions, spring, summer, autumn, winter, day, and night. Over the course of her life the gardens were constructed one by one. Spring which bloomed every year with a myriad of colours in the warm rain, summer which was filled with ponds, a large oak tree with a swing hanging off one of the large branches in the center. Autumn was lined with orchards and other crops, providing endless produce that will last throughout the season and into the winter, speaking of which, winter was a forest of pine and spruce trees, pond in the middle freezing over and creating a skating rink. Day and night were the last two gardens going to be created but as soon as day’s glittering greenhouses and sparkling fountains were completed, the Queen died along with the baby girl they were going to name Luna after the moon which she admired. Overwhelmed by grief, the king had ordered the construction of the Night garden to be stopped and over the years it never resumed and thus fell into disrepair.

One of his other favourite things to do was to steal you away to the palace kitchen under the rouse of cooking a meal together when in reality you usually ended up doing all the work as Sehun played around with whatever weird vegetables he could find. Sometimes you two would wander around the city together, or you two would just sit in each other's company reading in the library. As much as spending time with Sehun made you bubble over with joy and your heart soar it didn’t.

And it all started when he first asked.

“Will you marry me?”

The chuckle in his voice and smile on his face would suggest there was a light heartedness around his question but with one look in his eyes you could see how it was weighing on him. With a seriousness you had never seen before. Jokingly you brushed it off, making some excuse about him snoring to loud but he kept asking. And with each time he asked the seriousness grew no matter how much you turned him down. There was always a nagging at the back of your mind, making your stomach churn with nerves so you kept turning him down.

The fact that most of the palace residents knew of your infatuation wasn't doing much good either. Many of the staff members fawned after your relationship, telling you their endless dreams of finding a significant other that was as sweet as Sehun was to you but as much as the mention of your relationship to the prince made you squirm they weren't the problem. The real problem was the court officials, it was no secret that they were pushing Sehun who had only just been crowned king to get married and for good reason too. He had to solidify his standing as king and the best way to do that was to find and marry a queen so there was always a seemingly endless stream of eligible women in the palace and yet through all their finery he turned them all down. And it was no secret to anyone that you were the reason why. The glares weighed heavy on you like a clock made out of led, and even if you were with Sehun, whether he noticed and chose to ignore it or was simply oblivious to the watching eyes their gazes still found their way deep inside of you. As the little worms of doubt and anxiety buried themselves in the lining of your stomach, arms, legs, and even through your spine and up the back of your neck you firmed your decision. As the seriousness in Sehun’s proposals grew so did the seriousness in your answers, there was no way you could marry him and become queen, he couldn't forgot marrying some rich young lady from a family of power and marry you, some lowborn commoner, it wouldn't be fair to him or the people of his country.

Fortunately the people of Oclaria are much kinder than those of the court. Lord Cha had grown to be much more of a father figure in your life over the past while. Whenever you weren't occupied, which was more often than it may seem, he took you to see the wonder of Oclaria. It was the second largest kingdom on the continent after the freezing plains of Lokya which were bathed in eternal winter that it said to have been cursed by a with centuries ago when the continent had no kingdoms, or kings, or queens. And after so many trips through the large cities with bustling markets and the quiet countryside with hills covered in flowers you had barely even seen a third of it.

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Moonlight filtering through the stained glass windows which lined the walls and creating colourful patterns on the floor was the only thing illuminating the hallway aside from the quickly melting candle you clutched in your hand as you scurried through the hallway. You found yourself in quite similar situations for longer than you can remember at this point, nerves wriggling inside you and refusing you sleep until the early hours of the morning. Books had been the solution to quelling the pent up writhing of your emotions and you had taken refuge in Lord Cha’s private library as he too, was often a stranger to sleep due to reasons unknown. Earlier in the month you had borrowed a book titled ‘Greatest Composers of the Five Continents’ and as interesting as it was, it was incredibly long and you had finally finished it. Feeling ever so enlightened about the history of music in your great world you pushed open the door and stepped into the library. Without looking up from the diary on his lap Lord Cha offered you a wave a greeting which you quickly returned before diving into the shelves of books.

A few moments later after having successfully shelving your borrowed book and grabbing a new one you were settled in the generously stuffed armchair across from him.

“Y/n I wanted to ask you about something,” Lord Cha said as he put the cap back on his pen. He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses before placing whatever he was writing about on the table side him. “In two days I'm heading back to the territory I'm from, Iyle. It's the largest territory in Oclaria, covering the border to Edesea and all of Oclaria’s southern coast and islands. It's been without a lord for many years since the line died out and I've been put in charge of governing it and I guess what I'm trying to say is that I hope you'll come with me.”

You stared at him blankly for a few moments before clearing your throat. You shifted in your seat as your mind raced, to what you didn't know, but it was flying so fast you couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

“Lord Cha, It sounds amazing- I'd really love to go- but the thing is-” you sputtered out.

“It's okay darling,” he cut you off with a chuckle as he reached over to pour you a cup of tea.

“I really would love to go-”

“I know, it's hard to decide in this moment. You have a lot to consider seeing as you've only just arrived in Oclaria and you'd be leaving the man who you loved enough to follow here for who knows how long as I don't know yet when we will return to the capital,” He smiled at you, “It's a hard decision to make and I don't expect you to make it now,” he straightened his tie and stood up, “We’re leaving at Sunset in two days time, meet us at the southern gate if you wish to come.”

With that he bid you goodnight and returned to his chambers and you returned to yours.

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The darkness of your room didn’t seem dark. You stared at the ceiling, then rolled onto your side and looked out the window, before rolling onto your stomach and burying your face in the pillow. The soft glow of the sunrise was making your room brighter and brighter and with the light came the realization that you hadn’t slept at all the night before. You tossed and turned endlessly because of the nightmare that was your reality at this point in time. Lord Cha had invited you to go with him and you almost agreed on the spot but you hesitated. As much as you wished to escape the empty palace that seemed to be closing farther in on you every day, trapping you within the confines of the gilded walls and luxury, you couldn’t make the call. A small nagging in your heart which you had been feverishly trying to burry over the past weeks had unearthed itself and halted you from making a decision because if you left, would you ever be able to come back?

The sun had risen when you finally pushed yourself from under the quilt and got dressed, it felt almost mechanical as you went about your daily routine. You felt empty, why were there no tears? No frustration and indecision? Why were you nothing but a shell?

When the realization finally dawned on you it walls you had created came crashing down all at once and dread filled the pit of your stomach.

No letter came that day, nor did any gifts and you were thankful. A decision hadn’t been reached by the time you drifted into sleep in the late morning and slept the rest of the day away.

The nagging invaded your dreams and filled them with all your unanswered questions.

Should you leave Sehun alone?

Should you leave without telling him?

What if while you’re gone he gives in to the court and marries some noble lady?

Why do you care if he marries a noble woman? He’s a king after all…

Why do you care so much about him?

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You had to make the decision today, your bag was packed and shoved under your bed but would you take it or not?

You were pacing back and forth in your room trying to decide what to do when a knock on your door interrupted you.

“You’re needed in the garden,” the guard said, “please follow me.”

Nodding you trailed behind him as he offered up no more information. The two of you snaked through the familiar halls to the garden, a path you had gotten very familiar with very quickly. Time seemed to slow as you stepped through the glass door and around the rose garden to be met with a beautiful sight. Sehun waiting for you, sun dancing on his face like rays of pure delight as a smile lit up his entire face when he spotted you. The guard who escorted you hung back as he rushed to meet you, grabbing your hand in his own and kissing your cheek lightly. Today something seemed different about him, maybe it was the changing seasons but he seemed lighter than before, like the world wasn’t resting on his shoulders anymore.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered and instinctively you smiled brightly back at him.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” you said.

He chuckles and clutched your hand tighter, “You’re right on time, we have to go somewhere but first promise me you won’t ask any questions, okay?”

You raised an eyebrow, “Should I be worried?”

“I don’t think so,” he answered pretending to scratch his head which made you laugh, “just trust me.”

You eyed him up and down. Pretending was hard especially since his joy was so infectious, so you nodded and stuck out you pinky which he gratefully took before pulling you after him. You walked for what seemed like only seconds when his hand clutched yours like it was the only thing that mattered. Another twinge was felt in you heart as you spotted a small gazebo which is where he seemed to be headed.

He dropped your hand and stood across from you, you shivered from the loss of the warmth and comfort against your palm, “Sehun, wha-”

“You promised not to ask questions, right?” he said. There was a different tone in his voice now, something between excitement and nervousness, but why? “Just let me talk first.”

You nodded as the atmosphere suddenly changed into something more serious.

“You know I love you right?”

You nodded again.

He took a deep breath, “I know I’ve been asking you this over and over for the past few weeks, and I know you needed time to think but I think a month is enough time to make a decision. Y/n, will you marry me?”

You felt you heart shift, “Sehun…….. No.”

HIs demeanour changed. He was dripping with something you couldn’t place and towering over you even if he was only a few inches taller than you in reality.

“Y/n I’ll give you one more chance, this is the last time I’m going to ask, so what’s your answer!” he asked.

It was as if the whole world had stilled, “No.”

“WHY?!” he exclaimed, latching onto your wrists in desperation, “Tell me why you have to keep turning me down when I love you so much!?”

“No Sehun,” you cried out trying halfheartedly to wrench yourself free from his grasp, “I can’t-I can’t be a queen!”

“WHY?!”

“Because I don’t love you!”

You could see his heart shatter in that very moment as his arms fell to his sides and his eyes went blank, focusing on something in the distance.

“Sehun-”

“LEAVE!” he bellowed, “I don’t want you in my sight!”

No tears fell as he spun away from you and you could do nothing but back away in horror at what you had just done. As you sprinted back into the palace your tears fell freely even if his didn’t because in that moment when the words tumbled from your lips you knew they weren’t true. Even if you had never been sure enough before to say it out loud you always knew deep down. And as soon as you opened your mouth you knew that you did love him, possibly more than he loved you. But now you had broken him beyond repair so you pulled your bag from under your bed and raced out to where Lord Cha said he would be waiting, hoping desperately they hadn’t left yet as the sun was beginning to set.

He didn’t question the tears which were still streaming down your face bus helped you onto a horse before setting off.

When the palace walls disappeared into the darkness behind you, you also felt the last shreds of something inside you snap.

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From India, with love

repost from 21st November 2019 on gotravel2fly

Bir Billing take-off site

Going to India for 3 weeks this year was a rushed decision and everything had to be planned in only one month. We wanted to catch the best possible time for flying in Bir, so we decided that mid-October - mid-November is the best time for traveling and for flying there.The result was amazing, we had the best adventure ever in discovering this country, the people and their culture. Of course, just a tiny little part of India, but it is a start. We've met a few people we already knew from Colombia and lots of other people from all over the world.Places like Bir in India or Roldanillo in Colombia are spots for paraglider pilots eager to fly many hours per day, many days in a row, but suitable from beginner to very experienced level. Bir offers a large range of types of flying: for beginner level there can be local flying and small xc flights, for intermediate level there can be XC flying on the front ridges and for experienced level there can be flying in the back, on higher peaks and can be transformed in vol-biv very easily so this type of flying needs to be very well planned in advance, with full equipment on.

Getting to Bir, Himachal Pradesh region, is an adventure itself, because the place is quite remote. We got our cheapest plane tickets with a 9h stopover in Istanbul, so we had a very short flight from Bucharest and almost a full day of maybe visiting Istanbul. So we found out that Turkish Airlines has some city tours for people who have big stopovers and we made it in the last minute to a 6h guided tour, with lunch included in the old city center and visits the Blue Mosque and Aya Sophia. It worth every minute of it and we really enjoyed this tour.Unfortunately getting back at the airport we found out that our flight to New Delhi was delayed with 2h40min so we missed our connection bus to Dharamshala.We bought our sim cards for getting an Indian telephone number and Internet but the guy said that it wouldn't work in the next 12h..so I couldn't reach my friend in New Delhi who would have helped me get another good option for arriving in Bir.So our spontaneous plan B was negotiating for 2h30 for a cab in the airport to get us directly to Bir on the same day.Our first stop by cab was in a vegetarian restaurant Shiva, where all the food was very spicy, even the bread. I think the food would be tastier without all the spices, but that s just me.After 12h of waiting for the sim cards to activate, we discovered that the guy only gave us the physical sim cards but not registered them with the extra option we paid for... So we had to pay again in some shop on our way to Bir.We had a few stops because it was a long journey, even there was only about 500 km. It took us 14h to get to Bir and I start to think that the roads in Romania are not that bad after all. Here in India our taxi driver was a very good one but the roads are impossible to drive faster than he did. Near some cities, there was so much chaos that I 've never seen before and I honestly don't know anyone to manage to drive better than this guy. But the last 100 km was so long.. They wouldn't finish. We managed to get to Bir at 1.30 am, after almost 40hours of traveling and not sleeping. I was so tired that even after 7h sleep in the bed, I didn't want to go flying. But I did and it was great.The place here in Bir is great, amazing views, friendly people (friendlier than in Delhi I might add) but being tired I didn't want to deal with potential dubious retrieval so I flew in the area for 2h in my first day.Funny fact is that obviously with huge luggage I did not bring my hairdryer. The local solution was to go to the hairdresser, pay him 20 rupees and dry my hair with his hairdryer.

Bir bus station area

The habit here in Bir is to wake up very early if you want to fly far. Sure, that was not the case for me ( because in the first few days I had to get used to the new area of flying, have the mindset that I can do longer flights, you know, confidence troubles) but the others were kind of desperate to fly more and more and so at 8.30 we were already in the cab on our way up. The trip from Bir to the take-off takes about 45 minutes by taxi and it costs 600 rupees. The whole time we had a personal taxi driver, a guy who waited for us every morning at 8.30 to drive us up.The take-off is always crowded even at 9 a.m., with people launching even if there is no thermal, just enjoying the views. In the first days we showed up the inversion didn't let me go too high, but I had nice flights trying to be patient in the air ( the only thing I could think of was Ivo telling Andrei Turnu at the SIV course: be patient, you have to have patience )

Bir -landing area

The food in Bir is mixed: you can have Indian dishes, Tibetan dishes or international cuisine (pizza, pasta, falafel, etc). I have tried many of the restaurants there and everywhere the food was good and did not have any problem ( as I thought I would have).The weather here in Bir is usually OK for flying after the monsoon period, so the start of October - mid-November and also in the springtime April-May. But this year it seems that the monsoon had extended and the weather was still very humid the first 2 weeks of October. Problem is that after monsoon come stable days... There was an inversion layer around 2300m and it is mostly ok if you fly on the higher mountains in the back, but from the take-off, you have to reach out to the inversion and fly only above it. If you fall under it, you struggle a lot. So all these being said, my 3rd day of flying in Bir was a complete frustration because I could not get above the inversion for 1h45min. I started to think that I'm a mess and I don't have any idea how to fly. So I landed, pack my glider, return to the homestay and enjoy a nice afternoon visiting the village and one of the Buddhist monasteries in Bir.

Photos from various Buddhist temples in Bir

the best Masala tea@ Garden Cafe in Bir

After a memorable day of flying, Vlăduț decided that he can sacrifice one day for flying with me, just to give me confidence in flying some distance. Although the day seemed to be the same as the day before, it actually was better as most of the people who took off in the morning managed to climb above the inversion. So did I and first personal record I broke today was the altitude one, I reached 3300m, the highest I've ever flown before with a paraglider. We decided to go to Dharamshala and back and Vladut flew with me all the time, practicing his patience and waiting for me to climb and then waiting for me to glide and so on. The view was just amazing, it's absolutely breathtaking flying near so high mountains. And we flew only in the front, not going on the main ridge actually. On our way back from Dharamshala, on a green terrace where I was trying to get a climb, I saw some animals moving around. They were probably impressed with our colorful wings so they gathered from the bushes and trees. As I could not climb very well there, so losing some hight over the terrace, I was wondering what animals were they so I looked more carefully and I realized they were grey monkeys, like the ones from the Jungle Book. I was so amazed that I circled again around the terrace and I managed to scare some of them away, still, I saw some small baby monkeys.The flight was the longest I 've ever had, duration and distance, flying 6h4min and 85km flat triangle. So 3 personal records in one day. Plus I managed to sum up over 100 flying hours this year, till now. Yep, pretty cool feeling!

https://www.xcontest.org/world/en/flights/detail:raluca_dd/23.10.2019/04:46

The strange feeling here is that every day is different and you can not tell until you fly. You cannot say in the morning if there is a good day or not, the weather can change very quickly and you just have to adapt.When there is overdevelopment or raining or strong wind, you can go visiting some more Buddhist temples.One good thing about the food here is that they have a lot of vegetarian dishes, so I actually haven't eaten any meat in India. I think that this is a good thing for me and I will try to keep this habit longer.The drinking water here is not a problem as I heard about the rest of India. They have here some fountains and everyone drinks from there. I tried not to use so much plastic, so I brought my own metallic recipient for filling it with drinking water.The problem here is the trash. I did not figure out how they collect the trash but most of it gets in the rivers, so the water from the river is only clean on the mountain where are no people. Otherwise everywhere here people throw the trash in the water or they burn it.Another thing you can do when not flying in Bir is renting a bike and visit the Buddhist monastery called Palpung Sherabling, 40 minutes ride from Bir, Dharamshala direction, but on a secondary road(I cannot explain the chaos is here on the roads even when it is not a big city). The whole visit worth it, not only because we saw a big group of monkeys at the monastery, but because I had the best ginger-lemon-honey tea ever and we were also witnesses at the monks' prayers during their ritual. That was an intense and very rhythmic experience in the temple where children and adults monks were singing and reading their mantras and playing on two big drums and horns. I don't know much about the Buddhist religion but the atmosphere was impressive and somehow not that different from our Orthodox church inside monasteries.After many local or very short xc flights, I manage to focus and stay in the air longer time so I get to fly more distance. The classic route is to take off in the morning, go west to Dharamshala, come back and go east to Camp 360.

Baijnath bazaar

The few first days in November weren't that great, it was very unstable weather and it rained for one night that I thought it wouldn't be flyable the next day, but it was. The weather is not very predictable, but it is flyable almost every day.One day we decided that it is no worth going up to the take-off because it was cloudy so we went to a small hike in the wilder parts of the village to see a small Hindu temple. Then we decided to visit a village near Bir, Bashnat, a few km away. So we took the bus because now we were 5 so we don't fit in one taxi. The ride by bus was very cheap and we really enjoyed it. In Bashnat we visited a 1000 years old Hindu temple, just amazing. All sculpted in stone with a lot of decoration.If you like Indian clothes, you will find tons of them in bazaars, all kinds and colors. The trouble is that especially in the countryside there are not ready-made, so you can buy a kit containing one scarf and two textile materials fo trousers -salvar and for the dress named kurta. After that, you have to go to a tailor to sew your new clothes to fit you. It is quite cheap to do that, so I managed to buy a full kit with 750 rupees and paid the tailor 300 rupees. The tailor was very professional and the kurti was amazingly beautiful. We were out dressed in them, celebrating my new distance record 122 km flat triangle, Vlăduț's 150 km fai triangle and the last night in Bir of Kevin and Lisa, our new friends from Australia.

https://www.xcontest.org/world/en/flights/detail:raluca_dd/5.11.2019/04:41

For the last week, we have visited some other places, Palampur and the tea plantations and Dharamshala with Dalai Lama's temple. The bazaars are full of stuff to buy as souvenirs. Himachal Pradesh is an amazing area. All the people we've met were friendly and kind and we decided to come back again next year.Delhi is one of the most polluted cities in the world. We had to wear masks to be able to breathe filtered air, especially because in this period, many people use to burn down their fields and also there is a holiday called Diwali when everybody burns firecrackers all over the place for 3 to 5 days. So the quality of the air is very much reduced because of this. The initial plan was to stay for 2 nights in Delhi and one day to visit Agra and the Taj Mahal. We abandoned this plan when we found out that the quality of the air was very poor with a hazardous risk. So only one day in the big city was more than enough to understand why people in India we talked with prefer to stay on the mountainside, away from the big crowded 28-million-people capital.We enjoyed taking photos with lots of people in Delhi, where we happened to get to a Sanskrit Meeting in an exhibition complex.

1000 years old Hindu Temple in Baijnath

Tea plantation @ Palampur

in Delhi with Alexandra and some nice dressed girls

India, we will come back for sure!

the chaos in Delhi

the veggie momos

#paragliding #india #bir paragliding #travel #gotravel2fly

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Season 21 -- Week 4

Is it just me or did this week’s episode feel like the longest episode in the history of this franchise? I don’t know, maybe I’m just already over this season.

We open with Corinne sleeping. At this point I’m pretty sure she has narcolepsy.

The other ladies are shit talking her, which is nothing new. Moving forward...it’s almost time for the rose ceremony. Nick approaches the girls and lets them know that he’s so glad they’ve allowed themselves to open up around him (except for the ones whose names he doesn't know -- I’m looking at you, Whitney).

Taylor and Sarah ambush Corinne while she’s sleeping and tell her that she needs to calm down with the bouncy castles and bouncy chest. “I am not privileged in any way, shape, or form,” says Corinne, a 24-year-old woman who has a live-in nanny.

Time for the rose ceremony! Everyone (including Chris Harrison) is discussing Corinne and how she needs to go home immediately. “Girls are haters,” says Corinne.Then she makes a fart sound with her mouth.

Christen explains that she feels that she’s further along emotionally with Nick than some of the other girls. She is promptly eliminated. (As is Brittany, a girl who I only remember as the one who was really amped about sports). Alexis, a perfect person, gets a rose. Alexis, if you’re reading this, I would very much like for us to be friends.

When Corinne gets a rose, Josephine’s jaw drops. Taylor shit talks her in a talking head interview. “I thought Nick was looking for a mature, adult partner,” says Taylor, who is 23 years old.

Christen cries near a fountain. Brittany explains that she used to make fun of girls for crying on the show and then bursts into tears while waving her hands near her face so as not to let the tears fall.

Corinne licks a rose, grabs her chest, and almost falls out of her chair. She is absolutely the girl that you would find at a frat party asking people if they had seen her friend (who was not in attendance at said party in the first place).

Taylor is slowly, but surely, becoming this season’s second villain, much like Alex became the Lefou to Chad’s Gaston last season.

“Pack your bags,” says Chris Harrison. The girls cheer. “You’re going to Wisconsin,” he adds. There is less cheering.

The ladies arrive at a mansion in Wisconsin, a sentence I never thought I’d write. Nick’s mom and dad give a talking head interview. His mom looks like Kate Gosselin at a rock concert. I am not entirely convinced Nick’s dad isn't just Nick wearing special effects makeup. “We don't want to see you on the show again,” says Nick’s dad. “I agree,” says everyone in America.

Welcome to Waukesha, the place where the Slender Man stabbing took place three years ago. Danielle L. gets a solo date and Nick leaves the rest of the women in a park. They have nothing else to do so I assume they’re going to plot against Corinne back at their Wisconsin mansion.

Nick and Danielle L. decorate the scariest cookies I have ever seen in my entire life. Danielle’s fake laugh is awkward so Nick kisses her to make her stop. That somehow makes everything even more awkward than it already was. Cool.

Oh my gosh! It’s Nick’s ex in a coffee shop. She just happened to be there, already mic’d. How weird! “This is so trippy,” says Nick. “Oh, so this bitch gets to be on the show?” screams Liz, from her couch.

Nick continues to tell Danielle L. about every girl he’s ever had sex with, which is a perfectly normal thing to do on your first date with someone. They finally end up at dinner at the fanciest restaurant in Wisconsin. Nick is wearing a jacket that matches the exact couch they’re sitting on. He asks Danielle L. to talk about her flaws, which is also a perfectly normal thing to do on a first date. Danielle L.’s parents are divorced and she thinks that makes it harder for her to open up to people.

The next group date is announced. “Say cheese,” says Danielle M. Please, please tell me they’re going to be making cheese pasta. Please. Raven gets the one-on-one date. She is excited that Corinne won’t be getting any private time with Nick this week.

Danielle L. gets a rose, unsurprisingly. Nick announces that he has a surprise for her, and they end up at a Chris Lane concert. I don’t know who Chris Lane is. I am 100% sure that Danielle L. also doesn't know who he is, but she plays along while visions of engagement rings and messy tabloid breakups dance in her head.

Every contestant who isn't Danielle L. or Raven winds up on a group date at a farm. There are baby cows everywhere. I am crying. Most of the ladies are ready to get down and dirty even if they don't particularly love shoveling poop or milking cows. Of course, Corinne is not interested in taking part unless Raquel can do her chores for her.

Everyone is shoveling poop. Corinne says poop about 50 times and then declares that this is probably the worst date she's ever been on. I really, really don’t believe that. She sits outside and cries while the rest of the women make poop-related jokes at her expense.

Corinne says “poopie” more than a few times. She has effectively made sure that everyone is aware of the fact that she has the mental and emotional maturity of a 6 year old.

Kristina mentions that she’s had a rough life, but doesn't delve into any of that just yet. She kisses Nick for the first (?) time. Astrid is tired of talking about Corinne, but America isn't. Corinne makes a corn metaphor or something. I don’t actually know what’s going on.

Vanessa gives Nick a book made by her coworkers and students. She is 100% the winner. The end. We can stop the season right here and just go into the next season of The Bachelorette, starring Rachel, who is important and does not need to be wasting her time with Nick.

“If I did anything, come to me,” says Corinne. Every girl immediately comes to her and then she throws a tantrum. She rattles off a list of people who have taken naps in their lives, including Michael Jordan and Abraham Lincoln. I’m not sure what kind of comparison she’s trying to make. I am officially done with her.

Kristina, in the surprise throw down of the season, calls Corinne out. “I’m not stupid. I choose to handle things head on and you hide away,” she says. I would very much like more screen time for Kristina.

“We’re fighting for a fiancé, not a...pickle,” says Corinne. Something tells me she was sick the day her fourth grade teacher taught the class about metaphors and similes.

This horrible date is finally over, and it’s time for Raven’s one-on-one. She meets Nick’s little sister, Mia Hamm, as well as his parents. “What kind of name is Raven?” asks Nick’s father, as if he has never seen That’s So Raven.

Josephine is effectively becoming the Daniel to Corinne’s Chad. I’m not sure why. Taylor H A T E S Corinne. She is going to drown her in the bath tub that she’s pretending is a hot tub.

Nick and Raven end up at a roller-skating rink, which actually looks like a lot of fun. Raven and Bella are having a private conversation while Nick skates around in the background, hoping to impress his second, third, and fourth wives. “I really want another sister-in-law,” says Bella.

Anyway, Nick and Raven go to the Milwaukee Art Museum and have a very private dinner in a very large, very white room. Raven reveals that she is the inspiration behind Carrie Underwood’s classic “Before He Cheats.” She walked in on her boyfriend and some other girl having sex and then bashed his head in with the girl’s stiletto. I am officially obsessed with Raven. If there is any footage of this historic event, please send it my way. Nick gets a weird boner while Raven weaves her epic tale. She gets a rose.

Taylor expresses her desire to kick Corinne in the face. Corinne has similar feelings about Taylor. They are going to fight to the death, but not this week, as there are only about 15 minutes left.

Danielle L., who has a rose, pulls Nick aside anyway, which is a power move. Taylor does not appreciate any other women making power moves. She yanks Nick away from her and proceeds to lick his mouth.

Corinne and Josephine eat pigs in a blanket, drink wine, and talk shit (i.e. exactly my kind of party).

Corinne and Taylor finally get to throw down (they sit near a fire under a blanket). For the first time this season I am on Team Corinne, not because I like her, but because Taylor feels that she has the right to speak down to everyone in the house. Remember when she said she had no friends as a kid? I think we’ve found the reason for that. Next week they’re going to have a two-on-one date. Taylor will go home. Bye.

After the previews, perfect Alexis lets us know that she is afraid of Nicolas Cage and that she thinks Raven might be an alien. Please keep her, ABC. She makes me so very happy.

My top 5:

1. Vanessa

2. Danielle M.

3. Raven

4. Rachel

5. Alexis

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adventuringwithrhian · 6 years

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On the road to Sin City

A last hurrah after ten months in the USA.

The final trip on my American adventure; bringing a year I will never forget to a spectacular end.

Until next time, America, stay rad.

San Francisco

San Francisco is possibly my favourite city I've visited in America so far. The quaint houses nestled amongst skyscrapers and perfect bay views were so beautiful. After our 19 hour bus journey through the spectacular Oregon countryside we were able to meet up for brunch with my brother, Gaz and his friend, Charli in the Ferry Building. Heads up, Marketbar does great pancakes!

We then headed over past Crissy Field to The Golden Gate Bridge. Cloaked in mist and indescribably large; we spent an afternoon strolling across, watching the whales swim 220ft below us.

Luckily, the fog held off just enough so the Bridge could eerily show off its crimson towers for us once we got to the other side.

Thankfully, the city wasn't as foggy as the Bridge so the 360° view from the top of Coit Tower, below, was nothing short of perfect.

Check out the restaurants in North Beach for dinner. There’s plenty of good Italian eateries! Make sure to head to Vesuvio Cafe, a quirky hidden gem, for drinks on the way home if you get chance. The next morning, I think the cherry on the cake was that we were able to meet Gaz, Charli and, Ben and I’s friend, Amy to catch the San Francisco Pride Parade.

I’d never been to Pride before and I'll be forever grateful I got the opportunity to experience it. We didn't stop dancing and tapping our feet to the music of passing floats all morning! It was heartwarming to see so many people from all walks of life lining the parade to show their support and solidarity. In the end, the parade, and the party that came with it, lasted well over 3 hours.

In the afternoon, we went back out to the Bay. We took a walk round the Palace of Fine Arts, which is beautiful might I add, with Amy before checking out Lombard Street; famously branded as “The World’s Crookedest Street”.

They weren’t lying! With no less than eight hairpin turns, it’s almost impossibly twisty, and impossible to photograph!

From there, we walked down to Ghirardelli Square; a pretty courtyard with some great bars, restaurants and shops. Eat at Lori’s; a 50’s-esque diner with gorgeous bay views. Skip out on desert though and do the rounds of the numerous different Ghirardelli’s shops to fill up on free chocolate samples instead! If you’re heading downtown, take a cable car back to Union Square. The views at night are unbeatable!

The next day Ben and I took a ride over to San Francisco Zoo. It was such a lovely place but this little pair of cuddling meerkats, below, won my heart! We spent a good few hours taking in the sun, sea views and all the weird and wonderful animals from their different zones.

We then stopped off at The Painted Ladies; lining one end of Alamo Square and providing the perfect mix of old and new.

Relax in the park for a while before taking the short walk to the vintage stores, street art and coffee shops of Castro and the Mission District. Valencia Street, recommended to us by Charli, is a particularly good choice!

Later in the afternoon we met up with Amy again at Pier 39 where we ate at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. Forrest himself would have been proud of the food! We whiled away the evening with some cocktails before heading home via Fisherman’s Wharf.

I left Ben on our last day to take the short boat ride out to Alcatraz Island; the prison on which somehow always seemed to dominate the horizon and had had me captivated for years.

Below, the imposing rows of cells that line Broadway can be seen; although D Block, or solitary confinement, was particularly bleak. Outside you can see the remains of political graffiti from Alcatraz’s rich past while being treated to beautiful views and, at that time of year, fluffy baby sea birds everywhere!

Luckily, I managed to escape The Rock alive, and without a spoon, before meeting Ben and heading back to Pier 39. We found the Crêpe Café; a cute french crêperie about half way along Pier 39. They do sweet and savoury crêpes; great to munch on while watching the sea lions!

We then headed over to the Presidio, finding a beach to sit on in the fading sunlight for one last parting view of the Golden Gate...

Yosemite National Park

The next leg of our trip, from San Francisco to Lake Tahoe, involved a lot of driving, and a lot of Motown (thanks DJ Benji).

Tunnel View, above, was our first main port of call and is probably one of the most recognisable views of the Valley and rightly so. Somehow one viewpoint manages to capture almost all the main attractions. El Capitan towers above the valley floor on the left and as you pan round you find Half Dome and finally Bridalveil Fall glistening in the sun. We then carried onwards and upwards to Glacier Point; clambering to the top of a large rock where we were just in time to be treated to the most beautiful sunset. The shadow slowly moved up the face of Half Dome and the surrounding mountains turned a candy floss pink! One of those moments where no description or photo will do it justice...

The next day we set off into the Valley and arrived at Bridalveil Fall. Even though it was early the spray from under the waterfall was welcome in the heat. We then carried on to meet Martyna, who we had met whilst in San Francisco, and went to Yosemite Falls together. The Falls are the tallest in North America but as we walked closer, the Upper Falls crept out of view until most of the 2,450ft was out of sight by the time we got to the bottom of the Lower Falls.

Before saying goodbye to Martyna and the Yosemite Valley, she offered to take us on one more short hike to one of her favourite spots in the park. She called this The Couch and the view was spectacular!

We sat a while and shared a couple of beers while taking in the view of the Royal Arches and Half Dome, both standing proudly before us. We then regrettably said our goodbyes and got back on the road, heading north for the sequoias of Calaveras Big Trees.

Calaveras Big Trees State Park

After a minor incident involving 1) our entire food supply being in cans 2) our lack of can openers and 3) the apparent lack of can opener merchants in California, it was late when we arrived so we were in the dark when it came to the beauty of our surroundings, literally! We woke up the next morning to glorious sunshine and uninterrupted views of the forest. Gold star for us for blind tent placement!

Spending the morning walking amongst giant sequoias was humbling. They are the largest living things on the planet and many of them are well over 3000 years old.

Also, the sugar pine cones that were everywhere were bigger than our heads, so that was cool...

The tree below is know as the Empire State Tree. It is probably the largest tree in the North Grove at 18 feet in diameter and so tall, even lying on the floor wouldn’t fit it all in the photo!

We spent a couple of hours following the winding North Grove trail. Pick up a guide at the beginning of the trail if you can so you can spot all the major trees! Sadly, we were only able to spend the morning wondering the trails and were unable to make it to Louis Agassiz, the largest tree in the park at 25 feet, down in the South Grove. We set off once more, this time bound for the crystal clear waters of Lake Tahoe!

Lake Tahoe & Sacramento

We arrived at South Lake Tahoe in the mid afternoon and headed straight for the lake front. Before leaving I’d scouted out a kayak rental place and before we knew it we were on the water whiling away an hour. The snowy mountains helped us at least try to hold on to the cooler weather before we hit 43° Las Vegas...

We headed over to Sugar Pine Point State Park, our home for the night, and the drive up was stunning! Stop off at a viewpoint overlooking Emerald Bay if you can for picture perfect views. For the first time, we had the luxury of getting to our camp site in the light! Finally we were able to have a relaxing night with a few beers and campfire chilli!

The next morning we headed down to the Park’s lake front for a quick paddle before embarking on the final leg of our mini road trip back to San Francisco. The water was unbelievably clear and as blue as you can imagine. They high altitude means pollution is at a minimum. We stayed a while and watched the waves roll in until we finally had to set off.

On the way back to the airport we took a quick stop in Sacramento, California’s capital. We only had a couple of hours so we stopped off in Old Sacramento; an old timey Wild West style area of the city with boardwalk lined streets and quirky shops and speakeasies.

Here, we found possibly the best looking record store I've ever had the pleasure of browsing in; right in the heart of Old Sacramento. If only I’d have had space in my bags for some of the gems in here... Alas, I did not, and our journey continued!

Las Vegas, Hoover Dam & The Grand Canyon

We arrived in Las Vegas to blistering 43° heat! Brilliant; unless like us you decide to walk half of the 6(ish) mile strip in the middle of the day...

At least our walk wasn’t in vain; culminating under the Eiffel Tower in a place called Beer Park. Dare I say the best bar in Las Vegas? Certainly one where we spent the majority of our time! The view of the Bellagio's fountains across the road is almost as good as the beer selection.

That evening we managed to catch Caesar’s Palace’s Independence Day fireworks with some friends from OSU before introducing them to Beer Park too!

Day 2 in Vegas saw us taking the three hour trip out to the Grand Canyon. I’ll admit, I’m more of a PNW forest kind of girl but there’s a certain charm to the Nevada/Arizona desert in high summer, so the views along the way were more than enough to keep us entertained on the drive!

Our first stop was the Hoover Dam; an awe inspiring feat of engineering and a certain novelty in being able to walk between two time zones...

Sadly, we didn’t have the time to travel out to the National Park on the south rim but the views on the west rim were, I hope, just as spectacular. Below, Ben models a very hazy Grand Canyon in the mid afternoon heat. Haze or not, the size and beauty is indescribable and the fact it is all there due to the forces of nature is hard to comprehend. My only regret is that we were not able to spend longer taking in the sights...

The next day was 4th of July, Uncle Sam’s birthday, and a day we mostly spent drinking with new friends at our hostel’s pool! We were so lucky to meet so many amazing people from all over the world on this trip, and the majority of them here in Las Vegas! Later in the evening we all headed down to the Strip. Possibly the most memorable experience of the trip was spending 4th of July on top of the Stratosphere with everyone and watching the entire sky light up with fireworks. Being our second to last night, we really ended our trip with a bang!

We ended the night on Fremont Street in downtown Vegas. Head to the neon lights and zip lines of the Fremont Street Experience if you want to see a more casual side of Vegas. There are some good bars and restaurants so you can have a great party without the expense of the Strip’s big casinos! This was the second time Ben and I had been now. We all got drunk and danced in the street. People filmed us. It was great. The next morning it was time to say our goodbye’s to Vegas and to America.

Of course, we headed back to Beer Park for some hair of the dog and then explored the rest of the strip with Baer from our hostel. You’d have thought we’d have learnt our lesson on the first day but I guess the heat had finally fried our brains... Time to go home.

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10 Unique Ways to Enjoy Your Partner

We all get into relationship ruts. And that’s a good thing. If you and your sweetie prefer hunkering down for a night in front of the TV rather than going out on the town, chances are you’re enjoying a cozy and trusting relationship. You’re relaxed — no longer scanning for signs of trouble. But after a while, doing the same old thing day after day begins to feel like a good habit gone sour. That’s when you know it’s time to try something new. But what? Here are some terrific tips to spice up your routines.

GET A TRANSPORTATION TUNE-UP.

Most days Salli Rasberry, an artist and writer, and hubby Michael Eschenbach, a custom home builder, tool around their hometown in Florida in their sensible vehicles. She’s got the car; he drives a big truck. But when they take a vacation, Michael often insists on renting a motorcycle or scooter. “This changes everything. I end up loving snuggling up behind him and holding on tight,” says Salli. “It’s less expensive than a car and far more thrilling.”

Another time they saw a sign advertising ultralight flights (think lawnmower with wings), which really appealed to Michael but frightened Salli. “I watched him survive the trip and decided to go up myself,” she says. “It was both terrifying and exhilarating. I got to soar along the coastline, feel the adrenaline coursing through me. Michael and I reminisce about our flight from time to time, so it was an adventure that lasted.”

BE A BIRD BRAIN.

On their last road trip, novelist Robin Beeman and her husband discovered bird-watching definitely isn’t as dull as it sounds. “We planned our last vacation to go to a place with great birding — southeast Arizona — and there we met many couples who love the way that it brings a goal and a focus to any trip,” says Robin. One man confided that museums bored him, but he never tires of spotting a new bird. “You can start anywhere with a pair of binoculars and a bird book,” adds Robin. “Birding combines the thrill of the chase with a chance to be together outside, leading you to wonderful places you’d never go otherwise.”

GET WET.

A Boston-area couple with two kids and a home in the suburbs enlivened their relationship recently by taking a white-water rafting in Riviere Rouge in Quebec. There were lunch and a guide and people from around the globe. “We laughed, got wet, and had a great time together,” remembers Cree. “And it was invigorating to be using your body. And kind of scary. That night at dinner, even though we were physically tired, we felt good, and we laughed in a way we hadn’t in a long time.”

WHEN SPRAWLED ON THE COUCH, REMEMBER TO TOUCH.

Jennifer, a stay-at-home mom (with an active 2-year-old,) and her busy computer programmer husband, always look forward to a quiet evening watching the latest DVD. “But last week it occurred to us that maybe we could actually sit next to each other and hold hands. Shocking! I know!!” says Jennifer. Sometimes a bit of mindfulness and a small change can make all the difference.

TAKE DANCE LESSONS.

Ballroom dancing may not be your thing, but what about water dancing? Couples dance together in warm pools. In other exercises, you lie on your back while your partner moves you around the pool in a series of languid, choreographed moves. Sounds divine. Check out what’s available in your area.

EXERCISE TOGETHER.

There’s tennis, of course. Some like working out at the gym. Others run together. Artist Marylu and software developer Roger prefer Tai Chi. “After we do the slow set, our teacher has us do something completely different. It might be just to walk slowly about the room, thinking how we are glowing from the inside out, or it might be to push hands, trying to knock each other off balance, or maybe do the set at about five times the speed,” says Marylu. “This all might seem dull, but the extreme focus and the physical presence of so many other people in the same room, with my dear husband, is invigorating. For a while, we tried reading aloud to each other from a frankly erotic poetry book, but somehow we usually found it more a cause for humor than for romance.”

SPEAKING OF READING…

Sarah and Dan are too busy with work, school, and a new baby to think about going out much, but they love popping in an audiobook CD on road trips. “The one we’re listening to now is Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell, which is read by the author with guest voices like Jon Stewart,” says Sarah. “It really makes traveling in the car much nicer because we can focus on the story rather than the ‘bad’ driving of the other party (I drive more aggressively, Dan drives more passively, so it makes each of us crazy to be the passenger).”

THE COUPLE THAT BANGS TOGETHER, STAYS TOGETHER.

He’s a writer and she’s a writer. They’ve lived in Germany and vacationed in France. And like most of us have fought their way through many a home remodeling project. Until recently, that is, because Susan has finally figured how to have some fun with her tool guy when working on a home project. Things go smoothly, “as long as I understand my rank, which is laborer/cheerleader and my role, which is to provide encouragement but not advise,” says Susan. “I hold the level or the ladder, chase dropped screws and nails, and deliver all tools like a nurse to a surgeon. Rather than talking, we listen to opera, although I will marvel at his ingenuity and him on my new muscles from power training at the gym. We can manage about three hours of such togetherness and then we repair to the deck in our sweaty clothes to drink wine and toast the new window or screen door.”

MAKE A BOTTLE OF WINE AN EVENT.

Bretta, a nurse, and husband Walt, an emergency room doctor, have been married about 30 years. And for most of it Bretta, an ardent exercise enthusiast, has been a teetotaler. Until recently. “Last year in Italy we’d buy a bottle of wine and sit by a fountain or in a park and enjoy the sights and sounds as well as some good conversation,” says Bretta. “We’ve done it a number of times either by the pond or in front of the fire. I’ll get dinner almost entirely ready and then we’ll sit and talk and watch the sunset or whatever. Sometimes we’ll relax for an hour or two before eating. I’ve been surprised by some of our conversations even after being together all of these years.”

SOMETHING NEW.

There’s nothing wrong with cuddling up on the couch while you watch a movie you’ve been dying to see. But if what you’re really dying for is a change of pace, here are some more ideas: Go on a picnic or take a walk. Take your partner on a surprise date. Buy tickets to concerts, the opera, or a play, and enjoy the anticipation. Refine your chess skills — or learn how in the first place. Read a book together. Go for a roller-coaster ride. Rent kayaks at a local lake or estuary. Try roller-blading. Visit your local farmer’s market and cook a meal together. The possibilities really are endless.

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dorothykknuckles · 6 years

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10 Unique Ways to Enjoy Your Partner

GET A TRANSPORTATION TUNE-UP.

BE A BIRD BRAIN.

GET WET.

WHEN SPRAWLED ON THE COUCH, REMEMBER TO TOUCH.

TAKE DANCE LESSONS.

EXERCISE TOGETHER.

SPEAKING OF READING…

THE COUPLE THAT BANGS TOGETHER, STAYS TOGETHER.

MAKE A BOTTLE OF WINE AN EVENT.

SOMETHING NEW.

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