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saiqherrr · 3 years

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— taboo lust (k. nanami)

.pairing nanami x femreader

.content warning | tags dark content, smut, nsfw, cursing, breeding kink, slight blood mention, spitting (a little) fingering, degrading, oral sex (f/m receiving), aggression, slapping, face-fucking, stepcest, dub-con, gagging, choking, somnophilia, biting, scratching, age-gap, lemme know if i missed any.

.synopsis you were originally distraught when your mother had divorced your father, whom you loved so much, but things don’t seem too bad when you meet the man that she left him for; a jujutsu sorcerer, kento nanami.

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WHEN YOUR MOM had first expressed to you that she was re-marrying, you quickly became hot-headed to the idea. you were already upset at the fact that she divorced your father, so moving on just pushed the knife deeper in your back. you were extremely close with your father, spending time with him every chance you got, not wanting to return home to your mother whom you thought of as a whore. you had your own car, but staying with your father wasn’t an option due to his financial issues.

however, you had a unexpected change of heart when you met the man your mother was to elope.

kento nanami.

the man was six feet tall and was well-built, to your surprised. you wondered how your cunt of a mother managed to pull such a man. his dirty blonde hair was always neatly parted to the side and he always wore glasses on his face. he had the sharpest jawline that was always tensed up and his hands were defined with clear veins that snaked up his forearm.

when you first laid eyes on him, the speed of your heartbeat was blistering. you blushed profusely and couldn’t keep a smile off your face.

“y/n, this is kento. kento, this is my daughter, y/n.” your mothers words were like white noise. you couldn’t focus as you stared at the man that stood at your front door.

“... meet you, y/n...”

you were brought out of your trance when kento nanami said your name. you could now physically feel your heart picking up its face. you took a moment to bring yourself back to reality. nanami had his hand out in front of you, waiting patiently for you to shake it.

“i’m sorry.” you put your hand in his and you stiffened up at his touch. “it’s nice to meet, too, mr. nanami.” your words were so distant, but he was still able to hear them. he stifled a small laugh seeing how nervous you were.

he took a gander at your face and your figure as you both ended your hand shake. such a pretty girl, he pondered internally. you resembled your mother in many ways, but you had an unique beauty to you that made you stand out. he assumed it came from your father. as he continued to examine you, he realized what he was doing and made a sound as if to speak. you watched his adam’s apple move. nanami knew better than to think of something so taboo. he was soon going to become a father figure to you, and there was no reason to have such underhanded thoughts about his prospective stepdaughter.

you, on the other hand, weren’t mature enough to push those thoughts out of your head. ever since he officially moved in, you wound up longing for him like never before. no lament or regret at any point filled your body at whatever point you'd peer into your mother's room, watching nanami get dressed after he was fresh out the shower, listening in on his moans and groans whenever he fucked your mother. all things considered, envy grew inside of you, wanting - no, needing - to be the girl he was fucking senseless. the fact that you were his step-daughter didn’t even bother you in the slightest, in fact, it turned you on more. it was something forbidden and getting to have it would make it so risque, but so hot.

at first, you feared this was one-sided, that there was never going to be a day where you’d get your cunt fucked by him. however, you caught onto nanami’s slick gestures he’d do on a daily. his hand would rest on your lower back sometimes. he’d caress your cheek whenever you vented about how difficult college was. whenever he would kiss your forehead, he left his lips there longer than expected. the little things sent you over the edge, it nearly seemed like prodding. you’d clench your walls whenever you felt aroused and when night came, you’d fantasize about nanami doing all sorts of things with you, touching yourself to get off and satisfy yourself.

you’d lay in the middle of your bed with your legs spread out and your hand scouring your pearl. “nanami..” you moan out softly. you’d pick up your pace a bit before dipping two fingers into your wet warmth and pumping them in and out repeatedly. you tried your best to keep your moans discreet, but as you visually pictured nanami pushing his shaded pink, fat cock inside of your virgin, drooling pussy, it became hard to hold back. you uttered his name over and over. “fuck me, nanami...please,” you whimper.

you were unaware that nanami could hear you some nights whenever your mom was at work at her graveyard shifts. he’d stand by your door and listen to you moan his name repeatedly. his face would flush red, flattered to hear your pretty voice beg for him. he’d rub himself through his pants, feeling on his aching bulge and very rarely would he fully pull out his length and start fisting it right by your door. such a shame, nanami thought. she can’t see how i milk my cock for her. i want you just as bad, little girl.

for about ten months, the both of you were content with the current dynamic. you both found ways to please yourselves without making it obvious to your mother, but both of you longed to physically touch one another.

until one day.

you were arriving home from visiting your father and parked your car in the garage. you noticed nanami’s truck was parked inside, but your mom’s car was nowhere to be found. you shrugged and thought nothing of it as you took the key out the ignition and the engine stopped. you slammed the heavy door shut and closed the garage door with a button on your keys and walked opened the side door which led into the kitchen.

“nanami?” you called out.

“y/n? back already?” you heard him respond to you. you put your keys on the counter and slid off your shoes, picking them up to place them in the mudroom. you came out again and nanami was standing in the kitchen, leaning on the refrigerator door. “hey, sweetheart. had fun?” he snaked his arm around your waist, hugging you and pecking the top of your head swiftly before letting you go. the warmth of his body still lingered on you and you sighed.

you nodded with a smile as you thought of the time you had with your father. “yeah, we went out to a diner and i met the new kitten he adopted.”

“how nice.” nanami smiles. he realized you were probably wondering where your mom had gone. “oh, your mom is staying with a family friend. she said they were really sick and needed someone to help around the house, so your mom is staying there for a day or two.”

you nodded slowly letting out an “oooh..”. you licked your lips and huffed. “so, what’s for dinner?”

“thought i would make steak, mash potatoes...a simple meal,” he responded as he began to take out some seasoning and other cooking items. you watched him as he did, admiring the way his white crew-neck was a bit see-through and his strong abs were just barely visible.

you shook your head slightly and took in a deep breath and let it out. “well, ok! i’m going to take a nap, my head is aching.”

with his back still turned towards you, he responds. “alright. i’ll call you down when dinner is ready.”

you made your way upstairs, holding onto the railing as you got up each step. you went into your bedroom and shut the door behind you. you were quick to change out of your clothes, putting on loose t-shirt and leaving your pants off. you got into your comfy bed, pulling the covers over you and let your head sink into your pillow as you quickly fell asleep.

nanami called your name out numerous times but to no avail. you were in an incredibly deep sleep, not able to hear your stepfather calling your name from downstairs. nanami sighed with slight annoyance as he walked up the staircase and went to your bedroom door. he knocked twice before he twisted the doorknob and slowly opened it.

there you were, laying in bed, gripping tightly onto the blanket that covered your small body. you were nestled into the edge of your bed, calmly resting, your knees bent a little. nanami gulped at the sight, never seeing you like this before. for the most part, he was able to conceal his deep attraction to seeing women sleeping. it was very guilty pleasure and slight guilt took over him as he was watching you in such a perverted way. however, the fact that you were his stepdaughter made it so much more enticing at the same time. he felt himself gradually become aroused seeing you in this unconscious state. he cursed underneath his breath. he had to keep himself under control. but his body didn’t want to comply with his mind. after almost a year of longing to be inside of you, he had a perfect opportunity, and he certainly didn’t want it to go to waste - and judging from the nights she had spent moaning for him, she wouldn’t want to waste it either. the dinner he had just made was quickly forgotten and was left in the kitchen to get cold. he slowly made his way to the opposite side of the bed and looked at your back, slowing rising and falling as you breathed deeply. without making much noise, he unbuckled his black slacks and let them fall to his ankles for stepping out of them and kicking them aside. he removed his glasses from his face and he put it on the nightstand beside your bed, revealing small, lustful eyes. it felt like his body was moving on its own, but he was doing very little to stop himself. with each movement, he felt himself stiffening. he rubbed his semi-hard cock through his boxers to ease himself before he slowly lifted up the cover to climb into your bed.

he took in a sharp breath when he peered under and noticed you weren’t wearing anything from the waist down besides cotton panties and long, white socks. you shifted slightly from feeling the extra movement in your bed, but you still did not awake. nanami thanked god internally as he let the cover fall over his own body and scooted closer to you. naturally, as you felt another presence beside you, you pressed your back against his chest, slightly startling him, however, you were still remained in your slumber. nanami breathed heavily, his lips parted and watering from looking at your body. he brought his left arm around your small figure and his big hand found itself on your stomach and slowly dragged it down to your pussy. he was astounded to find that you were wet. would could you be dreaming of, sweetheart. he could feel it through your panties and he had become fully erect now. once he found your clit, he rubbed through it in a circular motion and felt it twitch. he removed his hand and and took in a breath as he slowly rolled you over so that you were now on your back.

he pulled the cover over his head and crawled underneath, positioning himself below you. he hooked both of his index fingers around the hem of your panties and pulled them down your legs until he got them completely off. he threw the cover off himself and you and was able to clearly see your wet, pretty cunt. it was clenching around nothing, practically begging to get fucked. nanami wasted no time and took his thumb and rubbed your swollen clit while he hungrily dragged his tongue along your folds. tasting you alone could make him cum, but he didn’t want to yet, and he had great control. you were starting to feel the wet sensations that made contact with your warmth, but waking up from this deep slumber was so difficult. you fought with yourself, moving your legs a bit, but nanami held them steady, removing his thumb from your clit in the process. feeling the pressure of his palms holding you down finally awoke you and you opened your eyes and blinked a couple of times before looking down in between your legs. there he was, licking and slurping on your wet cunt like it was his last meal. a sight you’ve dreamed of countless nights, a desire you yearned for. your pussy fluttered against his tongue and he looked up at you and smirked when he saw your priceless face.

“you finally woke up, beautiful.”

you melted at his words, feeling overwhelmingly flattered. you licked your lips slowly, still waking up the rest of your body and you the edge of your lips curved into a smile. “nanami...” was all you could say.

nanami lifted his head up and sat up, on his knees, glaring down at you. “i can stop if you want me to. this isn’t exactly-”

“no.” you cut him off so quick. “please, no.” you sat up desperately and gripped onto his shirt. nanami smirked at your desperation. it was so cute. he removed your hands from his body and slid his shirt up and pulled it from off his body, throwing it to the floor. shamelessly, you stare at his defined body, a sight you’ve only seen from afar, and your mouth waters. eagerly, you latch your lips on certain spots of his body, sucking on them momentarily before moving onto the next. you planted kisses all over his abs until you got on your knees and made your way up to his neck. nanami closed his eyes, enjoying the treatment he was getting. he brought his left hand up under your shirt, rubbing your back sensually and you took it as a sign to take it off, in which you did. you weren’t wearing a bra and he stared down at your breasts. he took one in one hand and cupped it, massaged it and rubbed your tender nipple until it gradually became stiff. you brought your lips to his. your lips connecting for the first time was like kissing your first boyfriend in high school. your heart fluttered and your stomach churned with excitement. your tongue danced around his mouth, matching his own rhythm, tasting every slick of saliva that was on it. you both broke away, a string of saliva breaking in between you too and landing on nanami’s chin. he wiped it off with his thumb and glared down at you.

“you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” his voice was deep and menacing.

you adverted your eyes away slightly, feeling slight humiliation from his words, but mostly feeling aroused. you were leaking on your own bed and nanami noticed. “look at you, making a mess on your bed for me.” he leaned down and kissed your cheek and then brought his lips down to your neck. he sucked on it hard, knowing he was going to leave a mark there. “i’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long, y/n,” he whispers in your ear. his hand pushes your panties aside and he inserts one finger. “i’ve heard you moan my name at night like a little bitch whenever you’d touch yourself.” he pumped it a couple of times before adding another digit. “you sounded so fucking pathetic.”

you were so overwhelmed by his words and by his actions. this was everything you’ve ever wanted. your hips bucked up as a reaction to feeling his fingers inside of your warm hole. “na...nanami...” you throated out as uncontrollable sensations took over you. he wasn’t aware that you were a virgin. everything you were feeling felt somewhat different now that you had someone to do it with. “nanami..?!” you sounded confused as you moaned his name for the second time and felt your stomach twist. you swore you saw stars for a moment as your legs vibrated violently and you were drawn to an orgasm.

nanami looked down at his pruney fingers that were now covered with your juices. you breathed heavily as you looked at him with a concerned face. he looked at you with an unsure smile. “you’re a virgin aren’t you?”

you nod and his eyebrows raise. “you just get more and more pathetic, i love it.”

he spread your legs open wider before he took his hands and removed his boxers. you gasped a little as you saw his long, cock. the cock that impaled your mom some nights ago. your mouth was watering and nanami slapped you which caught you off guard.

“if you want my cock then take it in your mouth, don’t fucking stare at it.” his words were aggressive, hitting you one by one. you could care less how he spoke to you, you just wanted to please him.

you complied and you took his length in your hand and pumped him a few times. he leaked pearls of pre-cum from his tip that you licked up with your tongue. you had given head before at a random college party and you hoped that you could make nanami proud.

“shit...”

his tip was swollen and was in need of your entire mouth, which you gave him. you took him in slowly, your cheeks going hollow, and began to bop your head on his hot dick. “fuck...” slurping noises emitted from your lips with occasionally ‘pops’ whenever you fully removed him from your mouth. you jerked off anything you couldn’t reach, but it was obviously you were steering clear of your throat and nanami wasn’t going to let it slide.

“you’re doing so good,” he says. he pulls your head off of him and forces him to look up at him. “but you could be doing so much better.” the words disappointed you but only motivated you. he pushed you down onto his length until his tip hit the back of your throat. your cheeks puffed up and you gagged and brought your head up with much force. “stay down, sweetheart.” he pushed your head back down and eased his way to your throat instead. you got your gag reflex under control, but still showed signs of struggle. your eyes were tearing up and your face was grimacing as you were losing air.

“aw, look at the little slut crying. what’s wrong, you can’t take it?” he pushed his cock aggressively in an unnatural way when he said “take it”.

he finally pulled himself out of your mouth before he got close to a climax. you tried to catch your breath and you coughed. he pushed you down on the bed, spreading your legs and squeezing your thighs a little bit. his head hung over your pussy and he built up a wad of saliva and spit it into your pussy, rubbing it in vigorously. he then took his saliva-covered dick and slapped it against your needy cunt a couple of times. he pushed the head of dick in just a little bit, over and over, simply teasing you.

it irritated you and you tried to force your body onto his cock. nanami stopped you, pressing a hand on your stomach. “stop it, sweetheart.” he chuckled and it echoed throughout your room. “you’re such a needy little girl. you’re just like your mother, so damn impatient.”

your eyebrows furrowed at the thought of being compared to your mother. he realized and he narrowed his eyes. “but you’re far more enjoyable.”

he felt that you finally deserved to get fucked silly, but he kept his word about taking care of you. he slowly slid all of his length in, feeling your soft, warm walls. he groaned at the tightness of your virgin cunt. the way you clenched around him made his own legs weak but he managed to stay steady. when his groin had finally met with yours, slid out again and pushed himself back in with more aggression. “ah!..” your entire body flinched and you gripped onto nanami’s arms. “fuck...it’s so big.” as he began to steadily thrust into you, the initial pain soon became pleasurable as most had described. he rocked your body with much force as he slapped himself against you.

“i’ve dreamed about fucking this tight pussy,” he says through his groans. “fuck, you feel so good...” your pussy milked him of everything it had. he leaned down to connect his lips to yours and you both shared a hurried and sloppy kiss. your stomach twisted in a familiar knot and broke the kiss as you cried out.

“gonna...gonna cum” you blabbered through your whimpers.

“cum all over my dick, baby,” nanami growled in your ear. your legs shook violently and you squirmed a little as your screamed when you reached your second orgasm. nanami felt your cum running along his dick. it twitched a little bit but he continue to fuck through your orgasm until he stopped thrusting and panted a little bit. “turn around for me.”

you quickly obliged and turned around, getting on all fours, but staying relatively close to the surface of your bed. he gripped one hip and used his other hand to drag his cock against your sore, slobbering pussy. he finally pushed it in and began to fuck you from the back. this time, his fingers dug into your skin as he grabbed your hips and pulled you back onto his dick.

“fuck...”

his grip hurt you but you were overstimulated by his quick, aggressive thrusts. his balls slapped against you. your skin making contact with his made clapping noises that echoed throughout the room. nanami hunched over you, continuing his aggressive strokes and his heavy pants of breath hit the back of your neck. “you want me to cum?”

you didn’t respond, your eyes just barely open and your mind clouded by the amazing feeling. nanami grabbed your throat and pulled you back to look at him. “you want me to cum?”

you nodded vigorously. “yes, please, cum.”

“i’m gonna fuck my kid into you, sweetheart. gonna bury my seed in this pretty pussy,” he says into your ear. he pulls you up while he was still inside of you, pressing your back against his chest. his strokes got harder and more needy. your walls clenched and pulsated around his dick as he plunged in and out of you repeatedly. “this pussy is all mine, right?”

you didn’t realize you were biting your lip so hard you made it bleed. nanami took his thumb, wiped it and licked it. your lips parted to speak. “it’s...all...yours..fuck!”

“say it again, sweetheart.” this time he moaned, feeling himself getting close to his climax.

“it’s all yours nanami!” you cry out. you repeatedly moan his name out as you felt his hips stutter against you and he pushed in his last few strokes before he finally ejaculated inside of you, distempering your walls with his hot, white cum. he pushed in one last time to keep his cum inside of you.

“holy shit, y/n.” nanami was out of breath. he let you go and you flopped on the bed, sore and exhausted. your face was smushed against the bed, your mouth open, trying to get more air. nanami watched his cock go soft again and sighed. “you’re amazing, sweetheart.” he laid down on the bed beside you and pulled the covers over both your bodies. he took you in his arms, bringing your head close to his chest. you could hear his heart beating quickly, but happily. he hummed a bit and it vibrated throughout his chest. he kissed your forehead. it was long and sentimental. “i know how badly you wanted this.”

you blushed, feeling shy all of a sudden. you kissed his chest once before curling up in his embrace and resting your eyes, which eventually led to you sleeping. nanami was tired himself and he fell asleep with you in your arms, his chest heaving up and down; such a forbidden desire that you got to fulfill.

#nanami imagine #jjk smut #jjk x reader #kento nanami #nanami x you #nanami headcanons #jjk fanfic #nanami smut #nanami supremacy

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dreamlover31 · 3 years

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Love Will Find a Way: Chapter 38

“So where are we at?”

“He’s been sitting there ever since we brought him in, hasn’t said a word”

“Alright…you and Amanda go in and see if you can shake his tree”

“Copy that Lieu”

The door to the interrogation opened, Carisi and Amanda entered to find an older gentleman sitting at the table, his hair thinned grey with a stoic expression on his face. He stared blankly as the two detectives sat across from him, as they met the man’s gaze, the tension became thick in addition to the strong silence that enveloped the room; unable to withstand the atmosphere, Amanda made the first move.

“Mr. Thornton…this will go a lot smoother if you just cooperate with us”

The man continued to sit in silence, then after less than a second, Carisi chimed in.

“Look, we know that you had a grudge against ADA Barba…I mean how could you not right? He did put your son away for raping and murdering one of his classmates”

Still not a word from the suspect.

Amanda grew agitated with the older man’s lack of interaction, so she leans over the table until they were within inches of each other’s faces.

“Listen, there’s more than enough evidence to conclude that you paid one of the gangs from Washington Heights to assassinate an assistant district attorney…we’ve got three of the gang members in custody…and they’re all looking to make a deal. You’ve got one chance to help yourself here, just tell us what happened and maybe there’s something in it for you”

Thornton just stared back at Amanda with empty eyes, while hers was seethed with anger and rage, her body language spoke volumes to Carisi; she felt his hand on her shoulder pressing it lightly.

“Come on Amanda”

The detective fell back into her seat, then her partner sat on top of the table and faced the less than cooperative individual, with a sympathetic expression; he soothingly consoled:

“I can’t imagine what it’s like having a child taken from you by any means…no doubt I’d be going through the motions…and maybe I would even lean on a friend to help me get through it,” Carisi leaned in closer, “and say for instance as I’m venting to this friend, that the idea came up about wanting to make those responsible hurt just as much as you did…and being that I’m not in the right state of mind, it’s possible that I could have agreed without realizing it. If that’s true…the judge will take in the fact that you were an emotionally distraught father who was manipulated into carrying out an act of vengeance”

At that moment, Thornton flickered his eyes up to meet Carisi’s.

“We know that you’re friends with DA Robert Davalos, that he pressured Barba into dropping your son’s case but refused…if you testify against him, we can make sure that you don’t spend the rest of your life in prison”

Amanda quickly jumped in, “Think about your wife…how do you think she’s going to handle both her son and husband in jail”

After a moment, Thornton folded his hands on top of the table and said:

“I want my lawyer”

With that, the interrogation was over, Carisi and Amanda got up from their positions and exited the room, while trying to hide their frustrations; they turned to Olivia who was looking through the two-way mirror with an annoyed expression.

“Sorry Lieutenant, he wouldn’t budge”

“Doesn’t matter, we’ve got him either way”

“What about Davalos? That son of bitch set the whole thing up”

“Believe me I’d love nothing more than to take this guy down myself, but without Thornton’s testimony…he walks”

All three of them fanned out into the bullpen, Amanda and Carisi returned to their desks, Fin turned his chair to face them and with a look of disappointment asked:

“Got nothing huh?”

“No”

Suddenly, a tall, broad shouldered man entered, it didn’t take long for Liv to shift their attention towards the person in question, everyone had stunned expressions when they saw that it was Barba. Immediately, Olivia walked towards him and placed a hand on his upper arm and said in a hushed tone:

“What are you doing here?”

“I came by to see if you made any headway in the case”

Olivia sighed, the same hand that was on his arm slid onto his upper back, then she leads him into her office, as soon as the door closed; she gazed at Rafael and purged the truth from herself.

“Thornton’s refusing to give up Davalos”

“Figures”

“I’m sorry…I wish there was more we could do”

“Don’t be, you’ve done the best you could”

Olivia softly smiled as she drifted closer to him.

“How’s Alexa and Nadia?”

“They’re both doing great…I’m truly blessed”

“I’m glad”

“Course she’s not too happy about the 24-hour security detail”

“It’s for you guys’ protection”

“I know”

Rafael’s phone buzzed, he reached into his jean pocket and pulled it out to find a text from Alexa.

When you’re done at the precinct, can you pick up a few things from the store? I was thinking of making something special for dinner tonight, I’ll send you the details in a bit.

Instantly, he fired off a text back.

Sure no problem, I love you

Love you too

He put his phone back into his pocket and thanked Liv for everything her and the team had done to find those responsible for his shooting, she nodded and asked if he could give Alexa and Nadia her best, Rafael returned a nod and headed out the door. As he stepped outside the precinct, two men in suits corralled him into the back of the SUV, when they were seated up front, he informed them of a stop to the grocery store, one of the men responded with a hum and with the turn of the ignition, the vehicle drove off.

Less than an hour later, the SUV parked in front of the brownstone, Rafael carried the groceries up the steps and elbowed the doorbell, the door sprung open and a smiling Alexa welcomed him. He handed one of the bags to her, then she stepped aside to let him through the doorway, Alexa closed the front door then proceeded to open the vestibule door.

Rafael set the bag down on the kitchen counter while Alexa closed the door, then trailed behind him, when she emerged, he was unloading the items from the bag and placing them in the fridge.

The second bag of groceries was laid beside the first one, and Alexa began offloading the contents of the bag, it was an assembly line of Rafael and Alexa sorting out the various produce and perishables into their appropriate settings.

Once everything was put away, Rafael walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch, he ran his hand over his face and let out a sigh, Alexa came around the corner and sat next to him, she draped her arm around him as she looked at him softly.

“Are you ok?”

“Not really…Darrell Thornton’s falling on his sword for Davalos”

Alexa bit her lips and breathed out through her nose, she remembered how relieved she felt when a few days ago, Olivia called Rafael to inform him that there had been a break in the case.

An undercover officer from the gang unit came forward with information that word had been spreading throughout the Los Reapers gang he was investigating that three individuals were involved in a drive by shooting where an ADA nearly died, working off that tip, they were rounded up and interrogated by detectives.

For a while, they were hanging tough, refusing to talk until the weak link; a kid barely out of his teens broke down and confessed that he was in the car when it happened, afterwards, warrants were issued for the gang’s drug houses, warehouses and vehicles until they hit pay dirt.

They found the weapon used in the shooting, the next step was paying a visit to Darrell Thornton, before Rafael was discharged from the hospital, he told Liv of Davalos’ confession, when the gang members were in custody; Liv had a forensic accountant peruse any bank accounts that could be traced back to them.

What they found were numerous offshore accounts laundered through shell corporations, until they found a large payment made out to one of them that was linked back to Darrell Thornton.

Apparently, he withdrew over $50,000 from his son’s college fund, and that was the final nail in the coffin, but now; the wheels of justice had grinded to halt. Only half of the people involved were to face consequences for trying to take the life of the man she loved, the father of her child and yet the mastermind was going to get off scot free, Rafael looked onward at the look of distance emanating through her dark brown eyes, he placed his hand on her thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You still with us?”

She chuckled, “I am…I just can’t believe he’s going to get away with this”

“Don’t worry, they’ll find something…you know that they’re not going to give up”

“I know, but the man knows how to cover his tracks”

Rafael tucked his legs underneath him and held his hands into Alexa’s, he firmly squeezed them and gave her a look of reassurance and love.

“Hey, we are not going to let him ruin our happiness…right now we need to focus on our daughter and planning our wedding”

Alexa smiled and nodded, “You’re right…I love you”

“I love you too” Rafael leaned forward and gave her a gentle but sweet kiss.

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serahsanguine · 6 years

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Whats Left Unsaid, Says It All. pt. 2

Whats Left Unsaid, Says it all part 2/?

Rating; NC-17, NSFW

This Story can be found at Ao3

part one can be found here pt.1

Tagging; @peacenik0 , @today-in-fic

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Chapter 2; News,

One month later

Scully was walking down the dark corridor, towards the X-Files office. She found herself suddenly hesitant about knocking. Fox Mulder was his name, a joke throughout Quantico "Mr. Spooky" as everyone liked to call him. She knocked and entered the room.

"Nobody here but the FBI's most unwanted," Mulder said without looking to see who had entered. Scully recognised his voice instantly, it was the voice of the man she had met a little over a month ago in a bar on her birthday; the tall man with the hazel eyes and chestnut brown hair. Scully nervously walked into the room and looked around spotting the I Want To Believe poster and some pictures covering the walls. He turned to look at her and she smiled.

"Agent Mulder? I’m Dana Scully I’ve been assigned to work with you"

"Oh, isn’t it nice to be suddenly so highly regarded. So who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, scully?" All he kept thinking was oh god why did it have to be her. The woman that he couldn't stop thinking about, the woman the entered his life on February 23rd and gave him all the pleasures of life and leaving just as quickly as she appeared in his life.

"Actually I’m looking forward to working with you. I’ve heard a lot about you" Scully blushed at that statement and so did he, both knowing the double meaning behind her words.

"Oh really…. I was under the impression you were sent to spy on me"

"If you have any doubt about my qualifications or credentials,"

Mulder stood up, taking a piece of paper from the pile on his desk (the phone acting as a paper weight). "You’re a medical doctor, you teach at the Academy. You did your undergraduate degree in physics. Einstein's twin paradox, a new interpretation Dana Scully senior thesis. Now that's a credential... rewriting Einstein"

"Did you bother to read it?"

"I did, I liked it." Mulder smiled at Scully, he could tell she was more than a little annoyed at him but she smiled back.

He carried the slide wheel to the other side of the room and put it on to the projector.

"So, your name isn't really Katherine, is it?" he said trying to break the awkward silence and getting back to the flirtatious conversation they were just having.

"And your name isn't Bob..." she smirked "but I can see why with your first name being Fox, you'd go with that instead"

He gave her a teasing glare "You’re an FBI agent. You didn’t say anything about that either"

"So are you, and I can say the same" she replied quickly the banter was, thankfully, heating up again.

"Touché, Miss Scully" the comment made Scully giggle and he made a mental note to do that more often. Mulder clicked the projector on and started talking about the case.

This flirtatious nature between the two of them was going to make things very interesting.

24 hours later Scully’s Motel room

Bellefleur, Oregon

Scully was typing away on her rather chunky laptop, trying to get down everything she had heard and seen during the case thus far. Mulder being extremely weird and spray painting a giant orange X in the middle of the road and later in the same spot their so-called lost nine minutes, which she didn't even believe happened. A thunderclap rings out and the power goes out. ‘Great’ she mutters to herself. She walks through to the bathroom carrying a candle, wearing her red bathrobe. She moved the shower curtain aside, turning on the tap for the bath. As she looked at herself in the mirror at her loose curly hair, she sighed and disrobed, revealing her silver/white bra and matching underwear. She ran her hand along the waistband of her panties, starting from her stomach and moving around to her lower back that was when she felt the two raised bumps she hovered her fingers over them; making sure she wasn't imagining the eerily familiar bumps. Before exiting her room in a hurry she remembered to turn off the bath.

She knocked on his motel room door. Mulder walked towards his door carrying a candle in his hand, only to find Scully standing there in a red robe, visibly shaken and scared.

"Hi"

"I want you to look at something"

"Come in..." Mulder's mind was working overtime, as flashes of her naked sweaty body underneath his invaded it, her flushed cheeks and look of pure ecstasy on her face; it was amazing and beautiful. He shakes his head to try to get rid of the thoughts because this was most definitely not the time to fall down that rabbit hole again.

Scully rushed in past him, turned around and slipped her robe off of her lovely, delicate pale shoulders. She stands there, vaguely embarrassed and almost naked, in front of him and looks over her shoulder at him, her eyes flutter down to her back worried. Mulder is still holding the candle, he kneels down and brings the candle up to the skin on the small of her back, following the length of her spine. His desire for her was starting to make itself known against his trousers.

"What are they?" she asked questionably "Mulder what are they?"

Mulder smiles even though she can’t see him. "Mosquito bites"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he chuckles. "I got eaten up a lot myself out there"

Scully hastily pulls her robe back on her shoulders and slips her hands around his waist, bringing her body close to his in a grateful hug. He smells a little musky and sweaty from his run but he also feels warm and snuggly in her embrace. She brushes her fingers lightly against his back under the hem of his t-shirt and begins to relax, listening to the sound of his heartbeat her anxiety slowly slipping away. Scully's fingers move down his spine and she heard Mulder's heartbeat a little bit faster.

Mulder smiles at his partner feeling her cold skin against his, she smells of honey and jasmine. It's a smell he’s never going to get used to. His breath hitched when she moved one hand to his stomach, his erection pressing against her thigh. He wants to kiss her so bad that he leans down, unexpectedly and placed his lips on her, tasting the salt of the rain with a mix a red wine on her lips. She pulls away apologising profusely, looking at him and all she saw was desire there in his eyes... just for her.

"We really shouldn’t... we’re on a case," she says half-heartedly.

"Ok" he can't say he’s not disappointed but she is right, even though he really wants to continue to kiss her, and make her feel the way he does.

She moved towards the bed as endorphins flooded her system and images of him flashing before her eyes; his body in hers dripping, slipping, sliding and grinding in and out of her. If he looked over at her now, he would notice that her cheeks were flushed. She laid herself down facing the window trying to will the thoughts away and he moved toward the other side of it sitting down staring out the window, trying not to look at her and changing the subject.

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It was late June now; their bond had grown and was stronger now than when they first started and she was slowly learning to trust him, after the conversation on the bed that late rainy night in Oregon. He had opened up and told her of his sister's abduction when he was younger and she could tell it was hard from him to talk about it, there was sorrow in his voice and he couldn't look her directly in the eye.

Since then they had a fair few hard cases.

There was this one case where a man could squeeze himself into small spaces like the old folklore of "the folding man". She had been at home one night, when he squeezed himself out of her vent and into her apartment. Even though she and Mulder had agreed not to sleep together again after that fruitful night back in February, he had found himself once more in her bed all hot naked and sticky. She was thankful he was there that night because the alternative could have been so much different and deadlier. They had had a hard time explaining to the cops why he was there but didn’t question them on it.

Couple of days after that they had The Jersey Devil Case and oh boy that was a strange one, involving a half-man that turned out to be a half-woman / half - beast creature and right in the middle of the case she had her godson, Trent's, birthday party that she attended; it was nice to see Ellen, of course, as they hadn’t had time to catch up since her birthday. One of the father's of Trent's friend asked her out on a date that day but she politely refused because she knew that she would be thinking about Mulder the whole time anyway.

After that there was the case in the Arctic, they had sex there too even with suspicious living extraterrestrial parasitic organisms invading the human body but the prospect of being caught overruled their judgment.

Then there was a case with twins but they weren't twins because it turned out there were a lot of them and the Government called it the Eve project.

"When aren't the Government involved," she thought, sounding like Mulder which made her giggle.

She was sitting alone, typing away on her PC, having learned just a few days ago of her father's passing. She was so desperately trying to stay strong and not to cry, but the more she tried not to think about it the more she did and the tears started flowing freely down her face. She was done sitting alone, wallowing in self pity so she got up grabbed her keys coat, badge, gun, and bag before locking up the X-files office and walking to her car.

She was finally home after stopping at the grocery store on her way back, she was carrying two large brown bags full of fruit, salads, and plenty of orange juice, and trying to open the door to her apartment. She briefly thought about how her favorite fruit and veg would be coming into season soon but she couldn’t shake the feeling of what Mulder had said before he left; thinking back to that moment she recalled how he had called her Dana instead of Scully, which made her flinch at the sound of her first name coming from his lips. She had thought that they that she would always be Scully to him, and he would always be Mulder to her and never Fox. even saying it out loud sounded weird. She was so tired and emotional much more than usual but she just put it down to long nights, a stressful job and it being the week leading up to her period. (Scully was aware that she did occasionally get quite moody and tired as a result).

Once she had finished putting away her shopping, she walked through the hallway to her bedroom removing her uncomfortable work clothes and leaving them in a pile at the foot of her bed (she made a mental note to clean it up in the morning) and she crawled onto her bed foregoing her sleepwear and nightly routine because her sheets smelled of him, which made her smile. As soon as her body relaxed into the mattress and her head hit the fluffy pillows, she fell into a blissful slumber.

Meanwhile at Apartment 42

He had called her Dana in a moment of understanding and comfort, it was meant to sound sincere but it came out kind of creepy. What the hell was he thinking? Scully had fast become the only stable fixture in his life, keeping him grounded and from running off half-cocked into the night, chasing monsters and little green men. Disputing everything he thought he liked in a woman, she challenged him in so many ways and he liked her for it.

They had agreed on no sex a few months back but that hilariously flimsy agreement didn't stand too long much to his relief, they either ended up in her bed or his couch when in DC or rental car and dingy motels, when on an X-File case. The tension between the two of them would become too much some days and they would hate each other and then some days they would fuck it out till the morning sun rose. Mulder started kneading the leather couch as memories of her came flooding back to him, the way the sun hit her fiery copper hair and how it would make a small halo above her head which he thought was adorable but also turned him on at the same time, the way her pale complexion would flush with arousal and her cheeks would turn a delightful shade red whenever he was close to her; either touching or just by breathing on her slight, delicate neck. He had started to notice that her alluring blue eyes would be brimming with desire whenever they were left alone for more than 5 minutes, the way her breath would hitch whenever he touched her, or when he would place lovely kisses on her neck and breasts.

God the way she would scream his name, like a mantra over and over again as an orgasm would override her body, forcing her body to twitch and convulse around him. He was so hard, even now, just thinking about her but he was brought back to reality as he heard someone shout across the street and realised his hand was underneath his boxers, wrapped around is member moving at a steady place up and down his shaft as he reached his tip, spreading the leaking pre cum around the circumference of his throbbing head; a small strained grunt, unconsciously tumbling from his slack jaw.

Ignoring the shouts from out on the street, he returned his thought to his beautiful partner -straddling his cock, riding him up and down as he caught her nipple with his teeth nipping and sucking - his hand began moving faster and faster on his shaft - bringing his finger down to her sex that was wet and dripping for him - he felt his balls tighten and his penis twitch and he moaned her name uncontrollably as he felt hot cum spurt from the depths of his balls and drip onto his hand and stomach, leaning over to grab a tissues to clean himself up before throwing it into the wastebasket and letting his eyelids fall closed until sleep caught up with him.

Scully's Apartment Early morning

Scully woke up, the sun was just coming over the horizon and trickling through her open window, normally that kind of thing wouldn't have woken her up but last night she forgot to close her curtains when she climbed into bed.

She groaned, as she swung her legs off the bed, looking at her clock and reading the time 4.32am, it was far too early to be awake. She tried to stretch and wiggle her body but came to the conclusion, that she must have slept in some very weird positions last night due to the fact that her lower back was killing her right now, and that her boobs were sore and swollen. Scully stood up all the blood seemed to rush to her head and she felt dizzy and sick, so she made the quick dash to the bathroom as the contents of her stomach emptied itself into the toilet bowl. A sudden cold sweat developed on her pale, freckled skin, she sat down on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor for a good few minutes before standing up and grabbing a washcloth to wipe the sweat off her skin. After she was finished throwing up, and dabbing a wet washcloth on her face, she crawled back into her bed to try and get some more sleep before her hospital check up.

Scully rolled over carefully, so not to upset her stomach again and contemplated phoning Mulder to see if he was also sick... maybe from the dinner, they had shared the day before? But did not want to worry him so she put the phone back down closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

5 hours later Gynecology Outpatients Department.

Scully was sitting in a chair, waiting for her doctor and long-term friend Dr. Rachel Richards. They had gone through Medical school together and managed to stay in touch, when she had been transferred to the FBI. She was there to have her annual pap smear test, this time she just wanted it over and done with so she could get back to work. Rachel walked in and sat down at her desk, across from her and started typing away at her keyboard bringing up her medical history records.

"Dr. Scully, I know it's early but I'm pleased you could make it"

"It's fine. It's me, Rachel, you can call me Dana. And thank you I'm sorry I had to cancel so many times... I know I shouldn't neglect myself, it's just that work has become my main focus"

"You're right, your health is important, Dana but I’m glad you're here now." there was a slight pause but Rachel carried on "So, Dana did you bring your urine sample?"

"Yes," Scully lent down and retrieved a small container full of urine out of her bag before handing it to Dr. Richards.

"Ok, so as you know we test for pregnancy before doing the smear test," Rachel said, pulling out a pregnancy test from her cabinet and dipping the stick into the yellow liquid and sitting it off to the side on the metal table.

"Yes. I'm aware but it's unlikely to be positive"

"While we wait for the results I need to ask you some questions, very personal in nature"

"It's ok. Go ahead"

"Are you sexually active right now, Dana?"

"Yes," Scully said a bit too quickly, which made Rachel smile.

"Any unprotected sex?"

"No. I'm always safe, you know that"

"And how many sexual partners have you had in the last 6 months?"

"One"

"Is he cute?"

"Rachel" Scully said, shock but began to laugh at the indulgence of friendly gossip about guys.

"What? I'm only asking in doctor/patient confidentiality remember?" Rachel said smugly.

"Yes, Rachel. He's cute... really cute, in fact"

"Good to know! So, I need to do some blood work but once the pregnancy test completed and I check it, you know... just in case, Mr. Cutie Pants wasn't so safe we can get on with the smear test"

"Rachel, he's not like that... he's nice and would never put me in a position like that"

"I'm just kidding. I'm sure you're not pregnant"

"Ok. It's my least favorite part of coming to see you, you know"

"It's every woman's least favorite part of visiting me, Dana"

Scully rolled up her shirt sleeve before lowering her arm, and presenting the crook of her elbow to her friend. Dr. Richards put a rubber band around her upper arm and tapped her vein to find a good one to take blood from before inserting the needle and drawing a small tube of blood from her.

"All done..." she smiled, tapping the spot the needle was removed from "I will check on the pregnancy test now so we can move forward"

Dr. Richards set the vials of blood down on the blue plastic tray in front of her before picking up the pregnancy test to find out the results.

"Well, Dana, I think congratulations are in order"

"What... Why?"

"You’re pregnant. How exciting!"

"Exciting? No. No, it's not possible! I can't be..."

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Last year I made an effort to take part in Nanowrimo, but things happened and I wasn’t able to finish...I got about halfway. This year I am going to try again, only this time I am going to actually use this blog for it’s intended purpose and post the writing that I do here with my word counts.

For my November writing, I wanted to do something fun, so I decided to try and take a stab at doing a lesbian Christmas romance (Hallmark-style). It’s actually a loose version of the formula that Hallmark movies seem to use. (Don’t look at me like that, we all know there is a formula). I used these sites to help me with the formula:

http://www.shopwithstyle.com/stylewise/2017/11/22/hallmark-movies

https://nypost.com/2014/12/14/claus-in-the-contract-for-hallmark-channel-holiday-flicks/

https://www.vulture.com/2016/12/hallmark-christmas-movie-essentials.html

I took pieces from each website and mashed them together to make my own formula, so while I do try to follow some of the rules, I break other ones...for example...I am writing about lesbians instead of a straight couple. Anyways, hopefully you enjoy reading the story as I post it. Sometimes it may come in complete chapters, other times it may come in pieces, it just depends how much time I have that day. Additionally, I will mark the passages I post for language and steamy situations (its a romance novel ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) in the tags, so be sure to check the tags before reading if there are parts you want to avoid. And as a final warning, I’m not editing these pieces before I post them if I like what I wrote when I finished I will go through and do the edits, but considering my goal is to write a 50,000 word novel in a month and work a full-time job, I just don’t have the time for editing. Thanks for understanding!

Now, without further ado, Chapter One:

Nanowrimo Word Count: 2095

Quinn

If trouble had a phone number Quinn would have save it under Mom. She thought back to the call she had gotten from her mom a month before. When her phone started buzzing, she had considered ignoring the call. She had enough to deal with already without whatever added stress her mom was about the pile onto her plate. But, ever the dutiful daughter, she picked up the call.

“Hello?” She said cautiously.

“Quinn?”

“Mom, if you pressed my name on your phone to call me, who else would it be?”

“Well you never know with this stupid thing. Sometimes it calls people I wasn’t trying to call.”

Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose, “I’m sure there is a reason for your call.”

“Of course, there is, I have some bad news.”

Quinn waited for her mom to tell her what the bad news was, but there was a long pause that suggested that she was waiting for her daughter to speak first, “Ok? Whats the bad news?”

“I’ve just been to the doctor and I’m sick. Really sick.”

“With what?”

“They- don’t know. They haven’t been able to diagnose it, but it’s pretty bad. I think I’m going to need you to come home and help with Daisy. I won’t be able to do it with the treatments.”

“The treatments for the undiagnosed illness?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Mom, how are they going to treat an illness they haven’t diagnosed?”

“You’re a doctor, you know how these things go.”

“Yes, I am a doctor and typically we have some kind of diagnosis before we go into treatment options.”

“Well maybe the doctors in Snow Haven are different. Can’t you just come home, please?”

Truthfully, it had been perfect timing. Quinn had just lost her job at the hospital she was working at and was struggling to find work in the city. The lease on her apartment was also coming up, and she wasn’t sure if she would be able to afford the payments anymore without her job. That coupled with concern for her niece, Daisy’s well-being made her mind for her. So, against her better judgement and the fact that it was very likely that her mother was lying to her, she said, “Yeah, Mom. I’ll come and help.”

Her mom had been thrilled when she agreed to come, probably from a mix of disbelief that her plan had worked and actual relief that Quinn had agreed to come. Now, as Quinn drove to her childhood home, she wondered if she was making a mistake.

Snow Haven was still the small town it had always been, with few opportunities for jobs, especially for doctors, and even fewer opportunities for the anonymity she enjoyed in the city, but at least in Snow Haven she would have a roof over her head. She might even be able to convince Dr. Henry to take her own at his office as a primary care doctor. Hopefully Dr. Henry’s familiarity with her would circumvent the need for a referral since she doubted the only hospital, she had experience with would write her one.

She had not parted on good terms with the hospital. Officially she had resigned, but unofficially it was resignation or termination. The new head of the hospital had told her there were complaints about her bedside manner and overall attitude regarding patients, and while that might be true, Quinn had a suspicion it had more to do with the one night stand she and the new chief had before she became Quinn’s boss.

Quinn couldn’t exactly argue her case either. There was plenty of evidence of her bad attitude and cold demeanor toward patients to support what the chief was saying. So, instead of suffering an embarrassing termination, she chose to resign. She had been confident that she would get another position at a different hospital but had woefully underestimated how difficult a task that would be without a recommendation.

She pushed aside thoughts of her failed career as she entered Snow Haven. The sun was beginning to set on the quiet town. Everything was about the same as Quinn remembered it. A few differences in the storefronts of main street-a chic coffee shop and a few new restaurants- but overall not much had changed. She was almost to the traffic light where she would turn left to get to her Mother’s house when a small, tan, French Bulldog darted out in front of her Mercedes.

Quinn stomped on the breaks and swerved slightly to avoid hitting the dog. Once her car was stopped, she whipped her head around to see if the dog was ok. A woman who looked about her age had run out into the street to scoop up the dog.

Quinn threw her car in park and jumped out. She stalked toward the woman, “What the fuck?!”

The woman turned toward Quinn so that she now had a clear view of her. For a minute Quinn was stunned by the beauty of the sandy blonde woman standing in front of her. She was taller than Quinn by a few inches so that Quinn had to tip her head slightly to look the woman in her sea-green eyes. Quinn couldn’t stop herself from letting her gaze sweep down the woman’s curvy figure. She was Quinn’s type on paper, and she had to remind herself why she was even standing in front of this woman to begin with.

“I am so sorry,” the woman said clutching her dog to her.

The woman’s voice snapped Quinn back to reality, “Wha-? Oh! What if I had hit your dog? What kind of irresponsible pet owner doesn’t leash their dog?”

“He wiggled out of his collar, he just got a new one and it wasn’t tight enough. I am so sorry. I’m so glad he is ok.”

Quinn wanted to continue laying into the woman, because if she was being honest it felt nice to vent her frustration on someone, but a few of the locales had started to gather on the sidewalk, “Just be more careful next time.”

“I will, again, I am so so sorry.”

Quinn shook her head, climbed back into her car, and drove the rest of the way to her mother’s house without incident. She pushed the woman and her dog from her mind as soon as she pulled into the driveway of her childhood home.

Her parents had purchased the old colonial style home right after they were married and fixed it up. In her childhood, it had been the gem of their neighborhood, but since her father’s passing five years before, the house had been on the decline. Her mother was unable to keep up with maintenance and lacked the money to pay for someone to help her with the upkeep.

Quinn turned her car off and leaned back into her seat. For a second she considered turning around and heading back to the city, but before she was able to really consider the plan her mother came out of the house.

“Quinny! Oh, thank goodness you’re here!”

Quinn sighed deeply, but climbed out of her car, “Here I am.”

Her mother, Molly, enveloped her in a tight hug, and despite her feeling about being home her chest warmed in the hug. Quinn pulled back and looked at her mother for the first time in over a year. Her once lustrous copper hair that matched Quinn’s own had dulled. Gray hairs were beginning to outnumber the copper ones. The lines in her face looked deeper and her stone-grey eyes seemed more sunken into her face. For a minute Quinn worried she had misjudged her mother, maybe she was actually sick.

Until her mother looked sheepishly away from her, “I have a confession.”

Quinn pulled back from her mother and cocked an eyebrow, “Go ahead.”

“I lied to you. I’m not sick.”

“What? No way,” Quinn said flatly.

“You knew?”

“I suspected.”

“But you came anyway?”

“Yes, look, Mom, this is going to help me as much as it will help you.”

“I doubt that, don’t you want to know why I lied?”

“I assumed desperation.”

Molly swatted her arm, “Stop that. But yes. It’s Daisy. She’s been out of control since the holidays have rolled around. She’s fighting at school, talking back to me, her grades are slipping, Christ the child is in second grade and she can’t keep her grades up. She’s never acted like this before, not even after-Noelle.”

A silence fell between them at the mention of Quinn’s sister. It wasn’t something they talked about, and Quinn did her best to never think about what had happened to Noelle. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, “Well, I’m here to help.”

Molly dabbed at her eyes, “Yes, and I don’t think I will ever be able to thank you enough for that, Quinny. Come on, let’s get your things inside, dinner is almost ready.”

Quinn grabbed the few belongs that she had out of her car and followed Molly into the house. Just like the outside, the inside of the house was not what is used to be. Once pristine in its cleanliness, there were now stains on the hardwood floors, jackets thrown over some of the furniture, toys left out on the floor, and a very thin layer of dust covered the bookshelves and TV.

Quinn almost commented on the state of the house but stopped as soon as she saw Daisy peeking around the corner. For the first seven years of Daisy’s life she and Quinn had been tight, but a year before, when Quinn could no longer bear to see her sister’s face reflected at her in her niece’s face, they had fallen out of touch. Once, Daisy would have run to Quinn, thrown herself into her arms and laughed when she was spun around, now there was only silence between them.

Daisy came out from behind the corner and glared at Quinn. Her small eight-year-old features scrunched together in what could only be described as fury. This was not the kid that Quinn knew, this child was a stranger to her.

Daisy looked at Molly, “What is she doing here?”

“Your Aunt Quinn is here to stay with us. She’s going to help take you to school, and maybe help around the house a little. Won’t that be nice?” Molly said encouragingly.

“No.” Daisy said, and then turned on her little heel and marched out of the room.

Quinn’s mouth hung open, she wasn’t sure what she expected, but that was not it. She looked to her mother, but her mother just sighed, “Don’t worry about it. She’ll come around. Probably. Why don’t you go put your things in your room and then come back down and we’ll all have dinner?”

Quinn nodded, grabbed her things, and climbed up the stairs to her bedroom. She opened the door to her bedroom and found that it was exactly the way she left it the last time she was there. There was nothing fancy about the room, it contained her oak dresser and matching bed frame, a small tv with a DVD player attached to it, and a bookshelf with a myriad of long-forgotten books. She had never thought she would be back in this room, especially as a 32-year-old woman, yet here she was.

She dropped her bags on the floor by the dresser and walked deeper into the room. She stopped when she saw a picture sitting on the dresser. She scooped it up and looked at it. She realized, too late, it was the picture from her doctoral graduation.

Four smiling faces that she hardly recognized stared back at her in the frame. She was standing between her mother and her sister, with a three-year-old Daisy sitting on her hip. They all looked so happy in the picture, and so much younger. Her mother’s hair still matched hers, Noelle’s, and Daisy’s. She didn’t have the weary lines that now covered her face. Daisy looked so carefree and happy, so unlike the scowl she now wore. Even Quinn looked older, more jaded, she no longer smiled so widely or laughed so freely. And Noelle, well, Noelle was there.

Quinn felt the lump from earlier rise into her throat again. She quickly placed the picture into her dresser and shut the drawer. She walked over to her bed and sat on the end of it, put her head into her hands, and wondered what had she gotten herself into?

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