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drakewalkerfantasy · 4 years

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Part 1: Forbidden dance. Unsaid words... (Ian Kingsley x F!MC)

Author’s Note: This is rewritten dancing scene from chapter 15 book 1. This scene was perfect by its own but I needed to add more to it as something obviously was missing. I’m publishing it before today's chapter will be released. Please comment and reblog.

All rights belongs to Pixelbery, most dialogues used from the chapter except some parts I rewrote adding more detailed or spicing them up :) All characters including my love Ian Kingsley belongs to PB, except my MC Alison.

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Waiting: NSFW/18+/M + angst

Pairing: Ian Kingsley x MC (Alison)

Words: 4248

Alison slowly walked through the dance floor, navigating among waltzing couples, trying to avoid them as best as she could. She felt otherworldly in this place, like a stranger coming from another world. Feeling foreign among the crowd she not belonged to, among the people, she not cared for... Her white princess-like dress was fluttering around her ankles. Her golden curls cascading down her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. Her teeth digging nervously into her bottom lip, and her sparkling eyes hesitantly wandering through the crowd, trying to spot the only person she would want to dance with... the only person she couldn’t openly be with.

She sighed dreamily when her big baby blue eyes finally spotted him loitering by the stage. She halted in her tracks, contemplating if she should approach him. She knew that this was the risk no one was willing to take, but when their eyes met across the dance floor all the reasons why just disappeared. Her eyes softening while she was looking at the only person in this place she gave a damn about. The person who was standing like a thousand miles away, on the opposite side of the dance floor. Alison stood still for a moment before making a decision that could ruin them both. And before she could change her mind, she started to walk toward Ian. Her eyes solely on him. Her gaze, not wavering from his, at least until the moment he swiftly turned around, ducking into the wings. Alison's eyes widened, and she gaped in shock at the empty space that he left behind him. Cautiously she looked around to make sure she hadn't been watched, then lifting the hem of her dress from the floor, she followed him, making her way backstage.

“Alison,” she heard a quiet voice calling for her after she entered the backstage. Her eyes adjusting to the dim light as she turned to face the man she wanted to spend her evening with.

“I thought you were trying to run away from me.” she half-joked, half-wandered if that was the reason he went in there.

“I'm sorry. I was aiming to find somewhere we wouldn't be seen, and I hoped you would follow... I hoped...,” he goes silent for a moment looking down uncertainly before lifting his gaze to meet Alison's, smiling softly at her before extending his hand. “I hoped you would have this dance with me?”

“Only because you're so charming.” Alison laughed softly taking his hand, feeling how his other hand gently circled around her waist. The two of them started to sway to the music filtering in from the ballroom.

He pulled her closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder, the smell of his cologne warm and comforting.

“You look stunning,” he whispered into her ear. His lips skimming along the rim of her earlobe making her shudder from the pleasant warmth spreading through her body.

“You're looking particularly classy yourself.” She murmured, pressing her body even closer to his, bathing in the warmth radiating from him.

“I couldn't help noticing you making the rounds like a true socialite earlier.” Ian breathed in to Alison’s ear, his thumb leaving light circles on her bare back just above her waist.

“It's one of those necessary evils, I guess. Go to the gala, play schmoozical chairs with people who eat gold nuggets for breakfast.” she shrugged with a lift of her shoulders, letting him guide her through the waltzing steps.

Ian laughed quietly, but his expression quickly sobered.

“It's funny, thinking back to when we first met, I could tell you weren't from around here,” he said pausing for a moment before continuing. “Now... you feel almost like you were born into this world.”

“Ian...,” Alison said. Her voice barely above the whisper, wondering what his reply will be to the question she was about to ask. “Did you like that Alison better?” she finally asked not daring to look him in the eyes. The next words she spoke rushed out from her before her brain could even catch up with what she was saying. “The Alison from the bar that was still naive and innocent? Still reeling from that first showdown with Poppy? Did you... did you like her better?”

Softly Ian touched her cheek, running his hand over the smooth skin of her face, carefully lifting her head up with the tips of his fingers.

“You're still the same vibrant, intelligent, witty Alison I had met that day. And I'm exceptionally fond, and proud, of you.” Ian said softly, his eyes meeting hers. The rueful smile touched his lips and he sigh sadly before continuing. “But I know Belvoire isn't a kind place. I see it every day in my classes. I just hope it hasn't tarnished you in ways I can't see.”

“And if it has?” Alison asked holding her breath for his reply.

“Then I hope you will one day feel comfortable telling me about it, so that I can help rid you of that tarnish.” Ian whispered against her lips. His forehead pressed to hers, feeling her exhale sharply at his confession. “All I want, is to be someone you can rely on.”

“I do rely on you. More than you even know,” she said quietly.

“I suppose I just wonder, if you do win this, what pressures will you face in the coming year?”

“I mean, the obvious answer is Poppy trying to dethrone me. Which, honestly, I don't even care,” she shrugged, lifting her hand to his face. Her delicate fingers tracing the worry line on his forehead, while Ian steered her into a slow circle, peering down into her face.

“Really? You don't care?” mused he.

“Ian, I'm not like Poppy! I'm not obsessive about the rankings!” she replied with a soft smile that lifted the sides of her lips.

“And yet, from what I've gathered, she is. I can't imagine her letting you live in peace.” he sighed, the anxiety slowly creeping inside him and the feeling that something bad about to happen firmly settled inside. He could feel how his heart clenched and he squeezed Alison a little bit tighter bringing her closer to him, soothed by the sound of her steadily beating heart. He slowly took her hand with his. His fingers wrapping around her wrist gently, twirling her in a slow circle, feeling the fluttering pulse point under his touch.

“I get that you're worried, but... I just want to focus on us right now,” she breathed when he brought her back into his arms. His hands wrapped securely around her waist. Her face pressed into his neck, feeling his warmth. Her lips brushing against his pulse, making it to beat faster under her touch, murmuring against it. “This is probably the only moment we'll get together tonight. I don't want to think about anything else.”

As a reply to her plea he wrapped both arms around Alison, squeezing her tightly, before coming to a standstill in the center of the backstage area. Their eyes met when Ian brought his lips to hers, kissing them gently.

“You're all that I want to focus on to. You're all I ever want to focus on. I care about you a great deal, Alison,” he said, feeling how his heart squeezed painfully in his chest.

“Then just hold me, Ian” pleaded Alison snuggling closer to him, feeling how his hold tightened on her.

The two of them danced close, feeling safe in his arms and relaxing for the first time since stepping into the ballroom.

“Ian?” she called his name muffled by the skin of his neck, where her lips were still pressed to.

“Yes, Alison?” he breathed. His face buried in the nape of her neck inhaling the sweet scent of violets, while his hands drew lazy circles on her bare back.

“Thanks for looking out for me. It means a lot to have you here tonight,” she said lifting her head to look him in the eyes.

Ian tilted his head and pressed his lips to Alison’s for a chaste, lingering kiss.

“I'm rooting for you, Alison. If you want to win this gala, then I want that for you, because I want you to be happy,” he said, trying to hide as best as he could the worry and sadness from her. He parted his lips ready to say something more, to reassure her that everything will be okay no matter what. But just before he could they heard footsteps approaching, making them both tense in each other’s arms.

“Yeah, hang on, I think I saw them backstage!” they heard someone to speak, the footsteps even closer than before.

Ian pressed his lips to her forehead closing his eyes with a sigh, making her heart flutter, but in a sad, painful kind of way. In that fleeting moment she wished for more time with him, for the chance not to hide. Wishing for them to have all the time in the world to be together without being scared of Poppy’s blackmail or the judgment of anyone else.

She lifted her gaze meeting Ian’s filled with sadness and pain. The tears of anger for prejudice fogged her eyes and the determination filled her when she grabbed his hand pulling him with urgency and strength toward the back exit.

“Let’s go,” she whispered in a hurried tone, running out of venue pulling Ian behind her, thankful to the darkness that swallowed them the moment they stepped outside.

As soon as they were at a safe distance, she breathed a sigh of relief letting go of Ian’s hand. Her heart soaring feeling finally free for the first time since stepping to the grounds of Belvoire and getting pulled into this popularity race. The race she even wasn’t sure she wanted to be a part of... The race where she should have pretended to be someone who she wasn’t, still trying not to lose herself by becoming another Poppy... And now here and in that moment she finally could be herself, without worrying about anyone else’s opinion... about worrying to become someone who she despised.

Quickly she kicked her shoes off, feeling how her bare feet sank in the cool evening grass. The feeling overwhelmed her and she could feel how the laugh started to bubble inside her until she could no longer hold it back. She threw her head back letting it flow freely through the summer’s air. Her golden hair bouncing when she turned her head toward Ian, meeting his intense gaze winking at him before starting to run toward the lake, that she knew was hidden among the trees.

It didn’t take Ian long to start chasing her. His heart thumping loudly in his chest watching her disappear among the trees. Alison’s laugh filled the air. His eyes following her every move not able to tear his gaze away from her. Chasing after the girl he shouldn’t have chased after. Chasing after the girl who unknowingly to herself stole his heart, making him reckless and ready to give up everything he was working for so hard. His laugh joined hers while they ran freely through the field. Far away from prying eyes and prejudice. Far away from everyone who would be able to ruin their future, not caring for anyone except each other. His eyes focused on Alison running in front of him, white dress was fluttering in the wind.

Before long he finally caught up with her. His hand reaching for hers interlacing their fingers together feeling the sparkles of electricity the moment they touched. Slowly... carefully he turned her to face him, pulling her closer. His lips meeting Alison’s in a soft lingering kiss, silencing her laugh.

Gently he guided her backwards to the tree behind them, their bodies pressed together as one. His hand placed on her waist while another was still holding hers. His thumb circling over her knuckles, while his lips were moving in unison with hers. His tongue slipping inside meeting hers eliciting a soft moan from Alison’s luscious lips, the ones he wanted to kiss so badly, the ones he never wanted to stop kissing. Her tongue sliding against his. Her hand snaking around his neck pulling him closer, intensifying the kiss. Carefully, he lowered her to the grass his lips leaving hers sliding along her jaw line toward the neck kissing and sucking on the pulse point fluttering under his caresses till the moment she started to whimper, writhing beneath him.

“Please,” she moaned, raising her hips to meet his. Her body pressing firmer, not leaving any space between them, making him groan in appreciation when her body skimmed along his hardened length. He lifted his head after leaving a final kiss to her pulse point before meeting Alison’s gaze. His eyes almost black from desire and his lips moving to hers murmuring softly against them.

“Are you sure...,” he groaned moving against her, making her feel how much of affect she made on him. His hips rolling against hers making her hips thrust forwards, grinding against his erection. His hand skimming along the soft globes of her breasts, not able to resist the temptation. The other hand running along her body squeezing her backside feeling with satisfaction how her body trembled under his touch.

“Yes, please...,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. Her hips jerking up to meet Ian’s. His hand gently squeezing them before pressing them back to the ground kneeling between her legs. His eyes drinking her in as a vision, as a lake goddess laying in front of him. Her white dress spread on the grass crumpled around them. Her chest heaving and her lips swollen from the kisses they shared just a moment ago. His eyes lingered for a moment longer on her flushed cheeks before meeting her wide blown eyes, when his hand reached to the back of her dress sliding the zipper down. His lips meeting hers again, kissing her slowly, putting in that kiss all emotions he felt toward this amazing woman in his arms. His hands touching every inch of her bare skin that got exposed to him, lowering her dress. His eyes getting darker when he reluctantly pulled away drinking in her bare form beneath his still clothed body. His lips skimming along the curve of her shoulder sucking gently on her skin, while murmuring praises to her beauty, reminding her how much she meant to him, but still holding on the three little words he was willing to say, but wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear them. His lips moving up tracing the line of her neck. The fingertips of his right hand running down her body, starting from her collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His lips following them just a moment later, leaving a trail of small, soft kisses along the path that his fingertips made. The soft moan escaping her throat when he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her white lace panties kissing her navel before dragging them down her long legs, leaving her completely bare in front of him.

Ian sucked in the breath not able to tear his eyes away from the girl that occupied his every dream, and was constantly in his thoughts during the day. Their eyes fixed on each other when he stood up, starting to peel the layers of his own clothes discarding them to the grass, hypnotising her by his every move. Her eyes moving to the dark path of hairs down his body, making her mouth water when she seen the prominent bulge in his pants. She watched him reaching to the belt, unbuckling it slowly before throwing it away. The next came the button. With one prompt flick of his fingers he popped it open, sliding the zipper down before letting his pats drop to the ground. She gulped audibly watching how the last layers of his clothes got discarded and his thick veiny length bobbed against his sculptured abs.

Soon, he was kneeling between her legs, lapping on her juices, like a starved man in the desert drinking the sweetest nectar he ever had. His fingers joining her mouth stroking her folds gently igniting a roaring fire inside her. Her moans and gasp reaching his ears, getting louder and sweeter with every stroke of his fingers. Her hands grasping his hair as if holding for the dear life. Her hips rolling in rhythm with his tongue. He could feel how close she was, but before she could fall over the edge in the realm of pleasure he stopped, hearing the sigh of protest falling from her luscious lips. Slowly he started to move along her body kissing every inch of her marble skin as if she was a fragile glass that would break if he would kiss harder. His feather-light kisses made Alison lightheaded craving for more... craving for the only person who would take her apart before making her whole again. The three little words forming on her lips ready to fall from them as a sweetest moan he ever heard, but she held on to them tighter not sure if he would be ready to hear them... not sure if that would scare him away.

With the great effort she pushed that thought away, pushing the words she knew were true further just in time for his lips reaching for hers and capturing them in a soft lingering kiss. She could feel how his length pushed gently between her folds, disappearing inside her slowly. It took everything in him not to rush, not to thrust inside her when he heard a softest sweetest sound escaping her lips. His length throbbing painfully hard while he hold on with great difficulty letting her to adjust to his size. His hand cupping her cheek making her eyes to flutter open to meet his. His lips ghosting against her lips not breaking the gaze.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his lips ghosting against hers, while he slowly started to move inside her. “I want to see your eyes every time I would bring you close to your pleasure, every time you would moan my name falling over the edge. I want to savour this,” he groaned, moving painfully slow inside her, making her gasp when the tip of his cock brushed against the sweet spot deep inside her. “I want to savour you.” He added moving inside her tantalisingly slow, while catching to every moan and gasp she made, drinking in the look of pure bliss in her eyes. His hand still cupping her cheek, brushing the thumb gently over it, when she reached toward him mirroring his movement. He leaned forward, feeling the softness of her palm against his stubble. The quiet groan joined her moans in the summer’s air. His other hand grazed her temple softly, before leaning on it above her. His hips moving agonisingly slow. His throbbing length almost leaving the heat of Alison’s depth completely before entering her again, eliciting a soft gasp from her plump lips.

With every cell of his body he could feel how hers trembled underneath him nearing to the release, bringing him closer to his. He lowered his head pressing the forehead against hers. His lips softly moving against hers without breaking their gaze, their moans and gasps muffled. Their eyes and their lips telling everything what they couldn’t say with words. The every joining of their bodies sending sparks of electricity through them, feeling how the pleasure slowly build reaching the peak. The pleasure snapping through them in waves, bringing them to the highest they ever felt. Their breathing mingling, their lips brushing, their eyes fixed on each other while they slowly came back from their highs.

After long, sharing small kisses and light touches, they finally helped each other to get dressed. Alison gently fixing Ian’s bow, while his hands brushed the sides of her dress before resting them on her waist. His forehead pressing to hers inhaling her sweet gentle scent of violets. His hand finding hers and his lips brushing against her temple in a flitting kiss. Without saying anything he squeezed her hand gently leading her back towards the venue. His heard pounding, the sadness feeling him with the new founded power. And before they could even notice it, they stood in front of the backside entrance hidden from unwonted eyes by the shadows of the magnificent building. Alison hidden her face in his chest, feeling how Ian’s arms wrapped around hers waist, holding her tighter against him not able to let her go. Both wanting for that moment to never end. Both knowing that the end was inevitable.

“Best of luck, Alison.” Ian said, reluctantly loosening his hold on her, stepping back with a pained look in his eyes. The soft smile filled with sadness touched his lips before he turned around ready to disappear in the darkness.

“I don’t need luck,” she replied with determination, making him stop in his track and turn to face her. Ian’s questioning look meeting hers. “With you I don’t need luck,” clarified she, stepping closer to him before continuing in a soft whisper, her lips just a breath away while she spoke. “as with you I already have all the luck in the world and everything I ever wanted.” She said before skimming her lips in a flitting kiss over his turning back to the venue.

For a moment Ian stood still trying to process what Alison just said. His eyes following hers every move wanting to pull her back in the shadows and run away with her as far from that place as he could. But instead he stood there watching her wave at him before disappearing behind the corner. The feeling that something terrible about to happen settled deep inside him, but he shook it off reluctantly moving in the direction of the car park. It was only a couple of minutes before Ian heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from the direction where Alison disappeared. His heart dropping from a bad feeling paralysing him, until he started to run in the direction where the scream came from. As soon as he turned around the corner the scene that opened in front of his eyes made him stop dead. His eyes focused on the small figure laying in the pool of blood, soaking in it. The blond hair scattered across the ground, while the silver cabriolet made its way away from the scene.

He could feel how his legs started to carry him toward her, ignoring the curious glances that the forming crowd thrown toward him. His lips parted in a silent prayer, when the single thought passed through his brains “Be okay... please be okay.” His eyes welling up filling with tears when he dropped to his knees near to Alison laying on her front. Carefully he rolled her over. His hand taking hers, when her eyes fluttered open with a groan of pain.

“Alison...,” he breathed, brushing away the locks of her bloodied hair from her forehead. His fingertips gently brushing her temple, making her eyes focus on his for a moment before closing again. Her features pained, and her pulse weak. Her breathing intermittent. “Please Alison, hold on... please hold on,” Ian begged her, cupping her cheek, his lips just a breath away. His hand fumbling with his phone urgently dialling 911. His voice seemed so far away, but Alison still tried to hold on, just as he asked her to. Not ready to give up. Not ready to let him go. Not ready to leave him. Her breath hitched and she could feel how her fingers got number, while the pained groan left her lips.

“They will be here soon,” he whispered lifting her on his knees. His trembling arms wrapping around her. His heart pounding and his hands shaking, praying for her to be okay, praying for the ambulance to be on time. But his voice stayed confident, trying for her not to catch how scared he was, how paralysed he felt. His fingers drawing soothing circles on her back. “Please Alison, open your eyes. Please just look at me. You need to open your eyes and look at me,” he whispered, rocking her gently in his arms, watching how her eyes fluttered open with a big difficulty, trying to focus on his.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. His eyes never leaving hers as if, if he would break the gaze the thread that kept her alive would snap. The fear of losing her was paralysing, but he tried not to show it to her. Fighting that fear with every single cell in his body. Remotely he could hear the ambulance siren getting louder, watching how her eyes slowly fluttered closed before opening once again parting with even more difficulty than before. He could feel how her breathing became weaker hopping that the ambulance wasn’t too late, hopping that it wasn’t too late for them. His lips lowered, leaving a fluttering kiss to her temple, feeling how her weak pulse became barely perceptible. His lips parting and before her world could go black once again she could feel the wetness of his tears mixing with her own and the faint words that only she could hear. The ones she wanted to say but couldn’t. I love you.

To be continued...

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camiddletonxox · 3 years

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Tired and A Bouquet

Pairing - Professor Ian Kingsley x Charity Middleton (Queen B)

Rating - General

Note/Setting - This is based in a AU where they are still professor and student without poppy or the actual Queen B dramas ❤️

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Prompt - Day 1 ‘Bouquet’ @choicesfebchallenge

Summary - Charity is tired and Ian wants to see her, so gets her a nice surprise

Word Count - 979

Her day had been rather quiet for once, it was a strange thing. But with coursework out the way and assignments done, thanks to those three crazy days of none stop studying and none stop caffeine intake that had caused her a crazy caffeine crash, almost as worse as a hangover, she couldn’t moan though, because she had way over the safe caffeine amount, she even had experienced palpitations!

Zoey had left to go out with some friends, and she had insisted she would stay with Charity, but with how crap the brunette felt, having her friend with her was probably a bad idea, she felt exhausted and she regretted all that extra work over the two days she would have been spending with her family.

She wore her favourite blue tatty teddy PJs, her hair was in a messy bun, she looked like utter crap. She had her paracetamol now and it was easing her headache but not helping completely.

Ian had been having a crap day of his own, since he rowed with Charity, This whole dating a student thing was exhausting but he couldn’t help how he felt. She hadn’t spoken to him for days now, he had no idea what he should make of it. He knew he needed to say sorry to her and clear the air. He wanted to see her so badly. Maybe he should call her.

Picking up his phone, he unlocked and opened his contacts, scrolling down till he found her name before he stopped himself, how did he know she would even want to talk to him? She may reject his call? He was running through all these different possibilities in his head but he knew he couldn’t just turn up at her dorm, he could be seen by anyone and then their relationship, that they had been trying to hide would be exposed and he could lose his job and she could lose her place at university. Her future would be over.

NO.

No way in hell would he do that to her? No matter what, no matter how much he wished to see her, he would never jeopardise her future. He decided ringing her was his best bet, so he grabbed his phone and he rang her. It rang once..... twice..... three times....

“Hello?” He heard at the other end of the phone and he was in no doubt he was talking to her, but she sounded like she hadn’t slept.

“Hi, its me” Was all that Ian could say and he heard a almost snort at the other end of the phone.

Charity knew exactly who she was answering the phone to, so this whole ‘it’s me’ nonsense was not needed. Not today of all days. “I know, how are you” she breathed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Ian was taken back by her comment, she did sound tired though and from his experience with her, when she was tired she could be understandably snappy. “I’m ok, yourself?” He spoke softly and she softened for a moment herself.

Charity bite her lip and played with her hair, sure she had been better but she didn’t want to worry Ian, that was unnecessary and she knew what he was like. “Yeah, I’m fine, just studied a bit too much yesterday so I am super tired” she says and he chuckled, as a professor, she was a dream student, she worked hard on her studies and always put her all into all the work she produced.

“But you are ok? You didn’t like make yourself unwell?” Ian asked, slightly concerned by what she said.

“Ian I’m ok” she insisted and for a moment the line went silent. Charity didn’t know if he was going to say something or not but clearly, if he was going to say something else, she was waiting for him to.

“I was wanting to come and see you, but I know I could blow our cover” His voice was quiet, he heaved a large sigh.

“Why can’t you? Zoey isn’t here” She responded, much to his shock because of how adamant she was on not wanting to risk being caught.

“But she could come back” He answered worried.

“She won’t be back till tonight at the earliest” Charity assured him.

“Ill see you in a bit” Ian decided and the two of them ended the phone call, Charity could not believe she had agreed for him to come. Look at the state of yourself, she thought to herself. She started to rush around to make sure her room was presentable, that she looked presentable.

On his way, he had stopped at a florist and he bought her a alstroemeria and lisianthus bouquet of flowers, they were the type of flowers she said she liked so he got her her them.

Once he arrived at her dorm, he made sure no one saw him, which no one did, and he knocked on the door of her apartment and the two of them gazed at each other for moment, but she let him into the apartment quickly.

“I got you these” He says and she gazed at the flowers, they were so beautiful. Her heart warmed a little bit.

“Thank you but you didn’t have to” she smiled and the silence went awkward. He knew she didn’t mean to sound ungrateful.

“Do you not like them?” He asked and she pressed a kiss to his lips, shocking both of them.

“It’s not that, I love them, so much” she smiled and the two of them gazed at each other for a moment longer, none of them too sure what to say. Ian had done a sweet gesture though, and she was thankful he was such a sweet human deep down. And the beautiful flowers smelt amazing.

“Thank you” she whispered against his lips.

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