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becca-e-barnes · 1 year

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The Bad Day at Work

I'd been thinking about The Video earlier and I thought this might make an awfully sexy short part 2. In my head, the two pieces are set a couple of months apart. If you didn't already think I have a God complex, you'll think that by the time you're finished reading this 🙃

Pairing: Pornstar!Dad's Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: Bucky has a tough day on set

Warnings: Age gap (Bucky is in his late 40's, reader is in her mid 20's), masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie, praise kink, mentions of pornography

Minors, do not interact

You were beyond glad that your parents weren't home when the front clicked shut.

You were even more glad to be home alone when you felt a pair of warm lips on your neck, restless hands on your waist and the slight scruff of Bucky's stubble scratching your skin.

"Hello, you." You couldn't help but smile, partly because you didn't expect to see him today but mostly because he was so fucking eager.

You felt him hum his response more than you heard it. His mouth was occupied after all. His fingers flexed and tightened their grip on your waist, pulling you as close as he could manage.

"Good day at work?" You teased, arching your back slightly to press your ass against him. No matter how many he sees in his line of work, Bucky is absolutely an ass man.

"Are you joking?" He groans, sounding frustrated. "I don't think I've ever had a worse day on set."

He's piqued your interest, that's for sure. By all accounts, he's usually very happy with his job but that's to be somewhat expected when you're one of the most popular male pornstars in the industry.

Your phone lies long forgotten on the marble countertop and you do your best to loosen his grip enough to allow you to turn to face him.

"What happened?" You don't even sound incredibly sure of yourself. He might not want to talk about it and if that's the case, you don't want to press him.

"I couldn't finish." His cheeks are burning pink like someone has slapped both of them; frustration and shame blazing under his skin. "I tried everything. Thank God I had a condom on so I could fake it."

Your heart rate speeds up because you don't have a clue how to fix this. How do you make him feel better? What could you say that won't make him feel worse?

It's fine, it happens to everyone! Perhaps not.

I'm so sorry you couldn't finish for some other woman. Nope, not awfully sincere.

Maybe you're just getting to that age? No, definitely not.

"Well, what did you try? You've never had that problem when we're together." Your fingers drift through his dark hair and you can smell the fragrance of his shampoo so strongly, you know he's had a shower before he came over. He always does. It's just nice to be reminded though.

"Everything I usually do. I tried talking dirty, I tried changing positions. Nothing worked for me. She was a lovely woman, don't get me wrong." He's never sounded less sure of himself and it's actually a little heartbreaking. "I think you've broken me."

You can't help but laugh. You've broken him. As if he doesn't consistently leave your legs shaking. As if he didn't introduce you to pleasure that even your favourite vibrators can't compare to.

"It's true! I swear. The only time I even got close was when I closed my eyes and thought of you. But Jesus, that felt so wrong. I couldn't do that." He didn't think he'd admit that to you but in the moment, it was hard to keep it in.

That's a compliment though, right? It's a little weird but he meant well.

You didn't expect any of this when he walked through the door and you feel yourself racing to keep up, trying to find something to say to fill the silence.

"Nothing feels as good as you do." Thankfully he's still functioning, pent up frustration simmering over and his lips make their way back to your neck. "Nothing fucking compares to you." His hands slip under the hem of your thin top and you don't make any attempt to stop them.

Heat blossoms low in your tummy, creeping its way into your chest while the praise keeps coming.

"No one moans as pretty as you do. No one touches me like you do. No one makes me as filthy-minded as you do." He punctuates his sentences with squeezes to your breasts and bites to your skin and the combination is magical.

"Oh yeah? Are you sure? Because I'm going to be really disappointed if you can't cum for me either." You're only teasing him and he knows it but with his injured pride, he's already far too keen to prove himself.

"We both know I don't have that problem with you, honey. Hell, if anything, I struggle to last." He's inflating your ego and you're not sure if he knows it.

You don't really know which of you are more keen as you begin your ascent to your bedroom, trying to shed your clothes on the way. It's a relief to see the smile on his face and for a second, you just have to stop in the hallway to kiss him because he's too damn cute.

Neither of you have it in you to wait. With the state you're in, any more foreplay might just leave you trembling and despite the fact he likes to be courteous, he doesn't have the patience to drag this out either.

You lay on your back on the bed, watching him kiss up the insides of your thighs while stroking his own erection and you struggle to remember a time you felt this overwhelmed with excitement. Eventually, you feel his hot breath on your slick cunt but for once, he doesn't dwell there too long. There's a desperation to the way he's stroking himself now and you entirely understand, despite how mesmerising it is to watch him touch himself.

"Fuck, look at you." He moans, his thumb pressed to the top side of his length while he slides himself against your wet folds. "You're so perfect. All over." He grants himself a couple more indulgent, slow glides over your sex before he cups your face in one hand.

The blunt tip of his dick presses against your entrance, sliding into your body and you resist the urge to close your eyes and enjoy the feeling in favour of keeping your eyes fixed on his, drinking in how his expression reflects the pleasure he feels.

It's not hard to tell that the very first stroke has you both feeling the same. It's more than just feeling full, in a way it's almost closer to feeling complete.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna have to touch yourself." His cheeks are just as flushed as they were when he came in earlier but now he's embarrassed for entirely the opposite reason.

"You've barely started, don't tell me you're going to cum already." You can't help but laugh, taking his advice regardless. Your fingers are well versed in self pleasure, your hand slipping down between your bodies until you're able to rub your own clit in tight circles.

"I can't help it." His voice comes out closer to an elated giggle than you expected. "You've ruined me. Fuck, I'm yours."

The fingers of your free hand curl in the short hair above the back of his neck while he continues to fuck himself stupid into you. He's hardly even thinking now, letting each little confession tumble from his lips before he can even think about them.

"You've broken me. God, you feel so fucking perfect. You own me. Your cunt owns me. Holy shit." He sounds wrecked, clearly already trying to hold off his orgasm while you chase yours and you're beyond thankful it's not too far away. How could it be with confessions like that?

You feel your body fluttering around his cock, euphoria washing over you in waves that you couldn't surface from if you tried. It's an all consuming, frantic kind of pleasure. Each thrust from your partner only drags you in deeper and it's truly heavenly.

"Cum for me, Buck." You don't have to encourage him too many times. He's more than happy to give in, his arms shaking, proudly finishing inside you with a groan so beautiful that it makes you wonder if you could cum again.

He's entirely spent, for now anyway. You hear him chuckle, relief making him giddy because so long as he's still able to cum for you, you haven't completely broken him.

"Well." You smile, kissing his head before getting up to head to the bathroom. "At least I know you didn't fake that."

#bucky barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #dbf!bucky #dad's best friend Bucky #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes #ps!bucky #ps!dbf!bucky #bucky smut #bucky fanfic #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #becca writes spice #this was somewhat fuelled by 'If you're too shy let me know'#I promise I'm not this arrogant #but there's just something about being told how good you feel #I'm not getting into it #you probably get it #anyway #writing at the minute really feels like when you go for a drive and you have your music on shuffle #and you end up skipping every song #because you don't know what you want to listen to and nothing is hitting the spot #I'm looking to write something very specific to scratch a brain itch but I don't know what that is rn #it'll come to me #and in the meantime #I'll keep looking through the notes app on my phone at all my unwritten ideas

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silverstonesainz-archive · 1 year

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“...” “...” “do you want to kiss?” “yeah.” w/ charles leclerc please and thank you and lots of love!!! <3

i cant tell if i like this or not but here u go lovely <3

elevators (cl16) ─── what else is there to do when you're stuck in an elevator?

you lean against the corner of the elevator, arms crossed over your chest as you watch charles frantically smash his index finger against the buttons. none of them light up, not even the emergency call button makes a sound. you were stuck.

the lights flicker above the two of you as charles presses his phone to his ear, muttering panicked italian as he explains the situation at hand— kindly leaving out the fact that he was stuck with his “a little more than a friend” too. you lean your head back, bumping against the corner with a soft thud. charles paces back and forth, thumb running over his bottom lip as a tick.

“you know, the more you move, the hotter you’ll get.”

he chuckles humorlessly, “yeah probably.”

you can see the stress in his features as he settles on the opposite end of the elevator, hands rubbing against his sullen face. the silence is thick, though you might be able to chuck that the lack of circulation in the dead lift. whatever the case may be, you didn’t like the way it felt. the uneasiness, the space between the two of you despite the lack of it from the night before, none of it felt right.

“uh… what did they say?” you try. charles picks up his head, head tilting as if to ask you to clarify, “whoever you called… did they say anything? like how long it’ll take or something?”

“oh uh… no. but they said they’ll call the hotel so it shouldn’t be too long.”

silence again. charles shifts on his feet, soft thuds as the soles of his puma sneakers hit the cold marble floor. you push off the wall, taking slow steps towards him. he watches you with every step you take, green eyes glowing with curiosity and a half smile that makes one dimple indent his right cheek. he looks good in the warm elevator light, amusement taking over the stress on his face.

“do you want to kiss?”

charles laughs, straightening his posture as his hands find themselves on your waist to pull your frame against him. your palms rest against his sturdy chest, his head dipping down low enough so that his nose brushes against yours.

“yeah. absolutely, i do.”

you giggle as his presses his pink lips against yours, kissing you slowly. your soft laughter slowly fades away as your lips keep up with his own, savoring the way they feel against yours. soft, tastes like his toothpaste. you can feel his hands drop down to your hips, sliding around to your bottom to give it a soft squeeze before dipping into the back pocket of your jeans. your hands come up to cup his jaw, pulling him even closer than he already his, the kiss intensifying as you do so. he takes a staggering step forward, walking you backward against another wall. his hands leave your pockets, gripping your hips as he pulls it flush against his pelvis. a soft moan bubbles from you as you pull his ferrari cap off his head to run your fingers through his fluffy hair. your grip his hair in your fist, a deep groan bubbling from his throat. and just as his hand grips your thigh to wrap your leg around him, you hear movement beyond the metal doors.

you both pull away, lips bright and swollen, hair in disarray. the people on the opposite side of the doors move quickly, and you both try to keep up as you begin to mess with your hair and charles lets you go to stand a couple of inches to your left. firefighters greet you with a smile as the doors are forced open, extending a hand to help you both out of the elevator. you mumble thanks to the staff and workers who stood around you, most already directing their attention to the driver who happily shakes hands and signs miscellaneous items.

you wait quietly outside the crowd, and for the briefest of moments you catch his eye. the world slows for a second as you share a cheeky smile and the secret of what happened in the little box before the doors were pried open, all the people around you completely unaware of just how smitten the two of you were for each other.

#tea & toast w dani #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #cl16 drabble

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jamneuromain · 3 months

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😍🕯🎉 with lloyd hansen 🫣

happy 500 followers, jammy! (it's me, petalj, from my main blog hehe) you deserve each one and more 🥰

Hi bestie<3 (yes I followed you right after I saw this request but it still took me forever to write....

okay so for 🕯 I present to you this small drabble:

Take Care

Lloyd Hansen x You

Warning: None?

Summary: He's going to take care of you.

You look like as if you were about to faint any second now.

Which, to Lloyd's surprise, stirs the few drops of sympathy - if he still has it - at the bottom of his long-forgotten conscience.

He doesn't blame you, of course, since this funeral is lasting way too long for his liking as the priest drones on about good people going to heaven and blah blah blah. As you wipe your tears away with a handkerchief.

It's your grandfather's funeral, after all.

Lloyd bounces his foot on the marble floor.

He is not sitting among the common folks. Hell no.

He reserved himself a seat on the second floor, a perfect spot to place a sniper rifle - which he did, by the way, in case anyone dares to disturb the peace of this boring-ass funeral, but also to watch and observe.

If it weren't for this old man saving his ass a couple of years back in Nigeria, he wouldn't even bother.

Yet, he's here anyway. Fulfilling his promise to "take care" of your grandfather's family after his death.

Lloyd pops a bubble gum into his mouth, blowing a pink bubble when the priest asks you on stage, to deliver a few words before the casket is buried.

This is going to be fun. Lloyd thinks to himself, snapping a picture of you with his phone, and sending it to his investigator.

Now, should he tie you up with a red ribbon or a black one?

You murmur "thanks" to the last guest at the door. It's been a long day and you should probably head to your family house for the small gathering and receive another round of "I'm sorry for your loss".

But you want to spend some time alone, with your grandfather's body. For this could very well be the last time you could see his face.

As you close the door with a heavy thud, someone clears his throat behind your back.

It seems you have one last guest left.

"Thank you for attending the funeral, the gathering is at our family house on Blackcast Road in about half an hour." You manage a small smile, "Mister...?"

"Hansen." The moustache man in a black turtleneck replies, "Your granps is a nice guy."

"Thank you, Mr. Hansen." You shake his hand. Boy, he has a strong grip.

"No need." The smile on his face seems inappropriate for a funeral - or someone who has come to say goodbye. Lloyd widens his grin, "I'll see ya' later, sweet cheeks."

Red ribbons would look amazing on you.

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#lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen fluff #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen #the grey man #mob!lloyd hansen

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theesirenteller · 6 months

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“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.” - 128 for Rio please🤭🩷

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 | Masterlist

♪ Por eso friki-friki-friki-friki-frik, friki-frik, frikitona ♪

The Latin blared loudly throughout the luxurious downtown Detroit loft. The vibration of the speakers bouncing off the walls. The home was filled to maximum capacity. Sweaty, half-naked bodies either grinding against one another or swinging off the various stripper poles located in the living room. Blue agave tequila bottles, cases of Corona beers, and sparkling white wines covered the marble countertops. The partygoer's skin had a pink hue to it due to the pink and red disco balls that shined down from the ceiling. Various neon-colored pills were scattered across the living room table beside used red solo cups. In the midst of the chaos, Epiphany sat on the sink in the master bathroom with her phone clutched in her hands.

〘𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢〙

As she awaited Rio's reply, the dancer helped herself to another sip of her Corona. The incoming 'ding' of a new message from her phone caused her to straighten up.

《𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍?》

She couldn't stop the smile that crept across her lips as the memory of him and his hauntingly beautiful eyes swept across her mind.

〘𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝟺𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐〙

After sending her location, Epiphany began drowning down the last few drops of her beer, and her friends barged into the bathroom. "¡Oye! ¿Dónde están los refrescos de la fiesta, huh?"Valentina asked. The Mexicana pulled her waist-length hair into a messy bun with her claw clip. The four girls behind her agreed with a simple 'yea!' in unison.

"The refreshments are coming any minute now." Epiphany replied. She impatiently refreshed her message box once again. Her attention then turned towards Valentina. "Yo, if Mario snorts any more coke he's gonna start needing little blue pills to have a good time."

"That happened about 200 lines ago." Valentina scoffed as their friends laughed.

"Guzmán is her prey tonight." Their mutual friend, Jasmine, joked.

"Mira, esta noche la luna está llena y mi cama está vacía y Guzmán está soltero y solo así que…" Valentina replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Which caused the ladies to giggle. {ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ғᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴅ ɪs ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴢᴍᴀɴ ɪs sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ sᴏ…}

《500$ 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙》

A pleased smirk spread across Epiphany's lips, and she proceeded to send him a kiss emoji before jumping off the sink. "Our refreshments are here chicas." The girls cheered as Epiphany slipped on her mink fur coat. Her metallic-gold, rhinestone-studded bikini was no match for the Detroit midnight wind. As she made her way out of the bathroom and through the crowd, Epiphany's six-inch stilettos tapped against the floor. Her heartbeat sped up at the thought of seeing him. She wondered if he would be wearing a black button-down shirt like the night they'd met. Black usually made everyone look chic and classy. But for Rio, that color was made for him.

She daydreamed about him throughout the elevator ride downstairs. But, it wasn't the dark knight that awaited her. Instead, it was a shorter, more buff, heavily tattooed male that she Rio with at the strip club.

"Not who you were expecting?" Mick questioned as he took notice of Epiphany's raised eyebrow.

"You don't exactly look like Willie Wonka." She responded while digging into her pocket for the cash.

"I'm his brother." He replied monotonously as they traded goods.

The exchange humbled almost in audible chuckles before they went their separate ways. Time passed by slowly the moment that Ephipany and her friends were faced with the baggies of drugs they were faced with. Excitement filled their eyes as they sat together in the bathroom. Valentina cut semi-thick lines of cocaine across her iPhone with her Amex card. Epiphany passed around the Adderall while Maria refilled their flute glasses with tequila.

A few bangs upon the door caused the girls to flinch and caused one of them to yell, "Vete a la mierda pendejo!" Eventually, it did stop, and the group carried on with their fun. The moment the ivory-colored powder hit the roof of Epiphany's nostril, it was like she'd been shot with adrenaline. The familiar euphoric bliss that made her world go from average to sunshine and fucking rainbows. She drowned four lines without so much as a sniffle, and after that, the party finally started for her. Epiphany felt like she could run a marathon, but instead, she danced.

Wildly, Epiphany danced topless on top of tables in the middle of the living room. Her loose curls bounced in the air as she grinds against her friends. "Y yo voy, voy, voy!" She and her friends sang along to Daddy Yankee at the top of their lungs. Her breasts bounced up as she began jumping along with the crowd. The feeling of her heart beating roughly against her chest as if it were clawing out of her body was the climax before the crash. She could feel the rapid beat of the music vibrating off her skin. Valentina's sweaty hands on her hips as they swayed together. Her nose is stuffy and wet, just like her eyes. Her mouth grew dry, and by the heavy pressure she felt in her chest, Epiphany knew that she couldn't bear another line or another Adderall.

"Fuck…" She breathed out as she made her way off the table. Her friends were so wasted that they didn't notice her stumble into the master bedroom. But Epiphany didn't mind because she wanted to leave quietly anyway. Her coat was thrown beside the empty bed, Just where she had left it. Picking the mink up from the floor, Epiphany slipped it over her half-naked body. As she buttoned it up, her stomach began to growl. The craving for salty, cheesy eggs swept over her as she sank onto the bed. Eggs made her think of him. Their shared breakfast the morning after consisted of eggs and bacon.

Epiphany sighs to herself with glee at the thought of him. She proceeds to search for a Xanax tablet in her jacket before popping it into her once retrieved. An opened bottle of champagne was located on the bedside table and she washed her tablet down with it. 'Breakfast sounds really good right now.' she thought to herself before texting Rio. She yearned to see him. To Feel his hands across her skin. To feel his lips against hers.

〘𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜 ??? 𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 @ 𝟹 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝〙

The bubbles of the champagne tickled the back of her throat as she sipped it. Not expecting him to respond, Epiphany stuffed her phone back into her pocket and left the bedroom. Just like every other party she went to, the dancing and drugs always turned things into one big orgy. The living room was a sea of naked bodies colliding and others laid out cold. The dancer spilled out of the loft quietly and took the elevator to the parking lot. The cool air provided a sense of comfort to her hot skin. As she walked along the quiet streets of the affluent area of Detroit, Rio sat at the bar on the opposite side of town.

The Chicago gangster had sat in self-isolation with a glass of Pappy Van Winkle bourbon in his hands. Beth was a person he could only handle in small doses or else, the urge to off her would be too great. Hot and cold she was and even when she invited him to sleep over her new home…he didn't. Basking in his own solitude was how he spent his nights when his child wasn't in his care. It was hard for him to trust people in a city of snakes. His thick eyebrows began to knit together the moment he received the text. A little taken aback that Epiphany had texted at this hour. Based on the order Mick dropped off, Rio figured she'd either be knocked out cold or in someone's bed.

For a solid five minutes, he stared at the text. Debating with himself on what his next move would be. But in the end, Rio ended up getting into his car and driving to pick her up. He hadn't thought much of it, instead, he acted off impulse. Epiphany was intriguing in a fun way. She was energetic and fiery. He had a thing for a girl with spice. Her direct yet sassy attitude amused him. When he rolled into the 7/11 parking lot, his eyebrows raised at the sight of her. Her fur coat fit her like a mini dress; it felt right above her knees. A look of relaxation across her face as she sipped on a cherry cola. He couldn't help but admire how enchanted she looked underneath the moonlight. She had this type of 'untamed beauty' about her. Effortless. He found her to be sexy in a sultry way. Rio proceeded to step out of the car and make his way around the driver's side to the front of the car, "Hey Champ."

"You came." Epiphany cheered with glee as she made her way over to him.

"I told you I would." Rio chuckled.

"Yeah well, my bad I thought I'd die of hunger before you got here." She giggled as her face grew hot.

"Nah." He smiled humorously, "I wouldn't do you like that."

Epiphany couldn't help but swoon. Rio had the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. "You're so pretty. Like really… really pretty." she blurted out. A starry look in her eyes and a dazed smile on her lips.

"And you're drunk."

"I am but a drunk always speaks the truth,'' she argued.

Their laughs went together like a symphony to an orchestra. And for a moment their eyes lingered on one another. Wanderlust about each other was thick in the air that night. Rio only grinned and proceeded to open the passenger side door for her. As soon as Epiphany was inside and they started their journey through the city, Rio asked her "So, what are you in the mood for?"

"Hmm…eggs but not scrambled. So, Tamagoyaki and sashimi sound good."

"I took you for more of the California roll type," Rio commented.

"Nah, not spicy enough for me. I like the devil roll or the ninja." Epiphany grinned. Every so often she would take her gaze off of him and look at the Chicago nightlife, "I love the night. Even when there's parties and whatever else going on, there's still a sense of solitude and peace."

"You enjoy being solitude?" Rio wondered aloud.

"Yes, the majority of the time." Epiphany nodded, "With exceptions. What about you?"

"Marcus Aurelius once said 'He who lives in harmony with himself-" Rio began to say before being cut off by Epiphany.

"Lives in harmony with the universe." she grinned.

The Chicago gangster gave her a look of enchantment. Impressed by her knowledge of stoicism. "Yeah, exactly. That's what I live by," he replied with a slight raspiness to his voice. He ended up taking them to an after-hours Japanese Michelin-star restaurant called Hachiman. Which was named after the god of peace of Japan. The space was very intimate. No more than fifty tables. The walls were a deep shade of Jade-green with black marble tables and buttery-smooth leather booth seats. Gold-colored oil lamps hung from the ceilings giving the restaurant a cozy, dim-lighted ambiance.

Epiphany and Rio walked side by side to their table. His hand rested on the middle of her back as Epiphany walked slowly due to feeling a bit 'loose' from all her party favors. His hand on her back provided a sense of stability.

As they sat across from one another Epiphany lowered her coat a few inches below her shoulders to catch some air. Rio's eyes then lingered along her skin. It looked dewy and luminous. Her shoulder blades held a slight golden shimmer to them. He could faintly smell cherry radiating off of her. Rio was a man with a very sharp memory and paid great attention to detail. It was what kept him in the game for so long. He took notice of the Chanel Paradoxe watch on her wrist. That wasn't cheap. Not in the slightest. It cost her a good 230 gs or more. It sparked his interest and a call to Mick to find out more about her would be made sooner than later.

Suddenly, she giggled. More to herself than him. But before Rio could ask her anything, Epiphany clarified, "I didn't take you for the type to be into Martha Stewart."

He slightly tilted his head to the side. A blank expression on his face as he attempted to register what she had said.

"I mean no offense to your girl but come on…"Epiphany's cheeks puffed up as she fought back a laugh, "The haircut…the blazer or peacoat…whatever it is…it's giving Martha Stewart. "

Epiphany had successfully broken Rio's stoic expression. He let out a vibrant laugh. A fruitful, joyous laugh that caused his eyes to close and his head to tilt back. Their dinner consisted of laughter over drinks and sushi, sashimi and more drinks. Rio was impressed how well she held her liquor. For the most part, Epiphany was just flirty and playful. By the time dessert rolled around, their conversation rolled back around to Beth. "We're business partners." Rio clarified. "Everyone's got their role."

"Ah, and where does fucking and emotions come into that?," Epiphany questioned. Followed by indulging in a spoonful of matcha ice cream and chocolate.

Rio laughed in response, "Collateral damage control." His left brow rose "What makes you think that, champ?"

"Los ojos…the way she looks at you," Epiphany licks the cream from her spoon, "Eso es intimacy. It's personal."

"Way I see it is, it ain't no different than what you do, yeah? " Rio shot back, "Usas lo que tienes para conseguir lo que quieres, tu servicio es el deseo."

{you use what you got to get what you want, your service is desire.}

Epiphany slipped her foot out of her heel, smoothly rolling her foot across his thigh as she smiled. "Sí. It's not hard to get what you want when they want you back." Rio raised his glass with a smirk across his lips and the pair clicked their glasses together.

And when the night was no longer young and the sun began to awaken, He had driven her home. An upscale building located in the center of the city. His arm wrapped around her waist as she held onto him for support. "That's meee," she sang as she punched the code into her front door's keypad. Epiphany spun on her heel and smiled up at him. They'd only been an inch apart in height. Epiphany narrowed her eyes in on his as she batted her lashes. "Are you coming in?"

"Nah, gotta be up in a few hours." He replied. Their eyes lingered in on each other for what felt like hours but were mer moments. Epiphany abruptly tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt, her fingers looping around his golden chair. Her lips colliding with his. Epiphany's lips felt tender against his; Rio shuddered when her body moved against his. Her scent plaguing his skin. His hands gently grasped at the sides of her face as he kissed her deeply in return.

Epiphany felt jitters in her stomach and excitement bloomed within her chest. The intense heat that crept up her body as their mouths moved in a waltz-slow sync was short lived. "I'll see you later." He rasped against her mouth before leaving a few lingering kisses to the side of her jaw. He held her in his hands for a a few lingering moments. As she slowly opened her eyes, His warm hands slid over hers.

"Good morning." was all she could say with a giddy yet bashful smile painted across her face. The smile he gave her made Epiphany feel as though she were melting like a scoop of ice cream. His smile stayed in her mind until her head finally hit the pillows of her bed. That morning, she slept with a smile on her face.

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Woman in Red Ch. 8/?

Chapter 8: Be My Guest

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, outdoor nudity, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!), butt plug, masturbation, vaginal fingering, unprotected anal sex, unrequited shower sex.

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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Chapter 8: Be My Guest

Aya hears Austin’s stomach growling when she opens the bathroom door.

“Geeze, I heard that from over there,” her arms drape around him from behind.

“Yeah, I’m a growing boy you know,” he smiles, playing off the age gap, “do we have dinner plans for the evening?” he asks.

“Of course, let me text…,” she grabs her phone, tapping with one hand, not finishing her sentence. Austin waits patiently, lightly rubbing her forearm.

“OK, Dinner will be here in ten minutes. Hmmmm, whatever will we do with our time.” Aya tosses her phone and presses her mouth to his skin. She kisses down to that sensitive spot at the crook of his neck. She sinks her teeth in just enough and sucks. Her fingers play lightly at his nipples. Gooseflesh trails down his arms.

“Oh, Mmmmm,” Austin’s eyes flutter closed. He had forgotten how triggering his neck was. He reaches around behind him and pulls her into his lap, cradling her.

“You are incorrigible,” he whispers, hand on her jaw, “I fucking love it.” His mouth is on hers. His full lips softly playing on hers.

They stay here, softly lost in one another. Their lips and tongues tender, languishing in sensation.

‘Ding, ding’ goes the door chime. Austin pulls away from her confused and looks towards the bedroom door.

“So,” Aya sits up, nonplussed that someone just walked in her house unannounced, “you can either stay in here until she leaves, or put clothes on, she’s only 18 so… .”

“Who.. what?” Austin reaches for his clothes, he definitely missed something.

“Oh, sorry I must have had that conversation in my head,” she makes a face, grabbing a pink tank and pulling it over her head, “I do that sometimes. I have employed my neighbor's daughter to make us dinner. She takes care of Kato during the week and when I’m gone.” She steps into a maxi skirt, “She is a fantastic chef and as soon as she is out of culinary school I am going to hire her as my full-time personal chef.” She starts, barefoot, down the hall.

“Oh, well I’m gonna use the restroom, then I’ll be out.” he calls down the hall, “Personal chef?” he murmurs, wondering just how wealthy she is.

When he steps out, a feast has been laid out on the marble bar of the kitchen. A dark haired teen, diminutive in stature is unloading the last of her bags. She is telling Aya the dishes at breakneck speed and with nary a breath taken. Austin leans on the wall just inside the hallway, listening and trying to follow along.

“Sea scallops, obvi, and beef carpaccio with the Italian olive oil you brought me. God that is amazing stuff. Lobster ravioli with mushroom reduction, Yes it’s THE wine.�� she shimmes her shoulders excitedly. “I know you SAY you don’t like it, but I brought a nice beluga caviar service, just in case it changes your mind, plus your date might like it. Really, Aya, you don’t know what you are missing. A nice cheese plate with some goat and sheep’s cheeses too because I know how you are. Then for dessert I tried my hand at basque cheesecake. I think it’s ok, but you tell me. Then I was debating some dark chocolate truffles, but they totally didn't work. I don't think I’ll ever be a chocolatier, so, knowing you need chocolate, I whipped up my dark chocolate mousse with raspberries. Who do you have over? I thought you didn’t bring dates here? They must be special. Oh hi Kato,” she follows the movement of the cat, turns and sees Austin leaning with arms crossed.

“Oh HI! I’m…. “ she pauses, “Wait… you’re…“ Her mouth falls open, rendering her magically silent. The girl looks at Aya in astonishment.

“Austin, this is Bee,” Aya introduces her.

“Nice to meet you Bee,” he waves, his voice soothing. Dammit, his sister is right, he slipped right into 'fan mode.'

“You too, Austin, ” she recovers her voice, “Damn Aya,” she casts a sidelong glance at Aya, “You cougar, you.” Then back to Austin, “Listen, if you like my stuff, you owe me a selfie.” She smiles.

“You can have one right now if you want,” he says with a little smile.

“Oh no, I want to know if you like my food first,” she smiles, “I have priorities.”

“You let me know if you want me to come clean up,” she says to Aya, waggling her eyebrows. Then she whips back to Austin, pointing at him threateningly, “You had better treat her right or else.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he says, nodding seriously.

“Good… enjoy you two!” and she walks out the front door.

“Wow, she’s…” Austin starts.

“A teenage girl,” Aya shrugs, “But just wait until you taste her food.”

They ate out on the deck under the stars. He was astounded by each and every dish. Truthfully, it was better than some of the fancy Micheline star places he’d been. Aya doesn’t touch the caviar and neither does he. He doesn’t mind caviar, but he is planning on putting his mouth on hers later.

“Text Bee and tell her I owe her a whole bevy of selfies.” he says after tasting her mousse.

Aya just laughs.

Bee comes back to clean up, getting pics of him eating her food, a few selfies and an autograph. He helps her clean up, he just can’t help being polite and sweet. “I like him, you should keep him,” she says to Aya as she leaves.

Aya’s eyes go wide and her lips press together, “Bye Bee” she says tight lipped and trying not to laugh.

Bee just giggles and walks out.

Austin pours the end of the bottle of wine into their two waiting glasses and motions for her to lead the way. He watches as she peels off her tank top and tosses it on the couch. With a coquettish glance over her shoulder, she walks outside.

“I love being naked outside,” she says as she grabs a glass from his hand, sipping.

He glances around, her back yard is completely secluded with vegetation on either side. The ocean beyond was down a steep embankment of rock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been naked outside,” he sets his glass down and peels his shirt off.

She raises her eyebrows, and looks pointedly at his lower half.

He shrugs and pulls his joggers off, leaving them in a puddle on the deck.

A randy smile crosses her lips. She tilts her chin towards the couch.

He sits down, wine glass in hand, sipping.

He gives her skirt the same look as she sidles up to him. She puffs out a breath with a slight shake of the head. She drains her wine glass instead. She gathers the hem of her skirt in her hands and straddles his thigh. He knows she has nothing under her skirt, he watched her put it on for christ’s sake. But the feel of her nakedness against his thigh is still exhilarating. He wasn’t quite hard before, but he can feel his balls tighten under her skirt. She was right to leave it on, sexier this way.

Aya settles down, knees on either side of his hips.

“Sasha, dim the lights please,” she speaks as though to someone in the house. The lights lower, even the outside ones

“Who is Sasha,” Austin looks side to side nervously, painfully aware of his nudity.

“It’s the house, silly,” she grins, “I like the whole smart house thing, so I named it. Makes it more fun.”

He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head in slight embarrassment. His hands slide up her thighs to her sides, moving with the expansion and contraction of her ribs. His thumbs are under her breasts and he can feel as much as hear the vibration of the low, sexy ‘mmmm’ rumbling in her chest. He pulls her to him, flexing his quads.

She is licking and biting her lip, looking down at him. Good lord he is agonizingly fine.

“Now for the real dessert,” she murmurs into his mouth just before she kisses him.

She pushes away only to let him pull her pussy lips back again over his muscular thigh. She pulls away from his lips with an audible smack. Her head falls backwards as the moon peeks out from behind a cloud, bathing her prominent tits in ethereal silver light. She looks fae. He wouldn't be surprised if she sprouted wings, pointy ears, and horns at this point. Her panting increases as does her hip movements. He is mesmerized by her use of him, even just his thigh.

“God I want to fuck you more,” the words slip from between his lips.

“Do you now,” she purrs, looking down at him, her eyes seeming to glow. “And how do you want to fuck me more,” she mimics his tone and cadence for the words ‘fuck me more.’

She moves to straddle his whole lap, his cockstand pressed between them, the fabric of her skirt catching on his tip.

“Any way and all ways,” he gathers it in his hands, the stretchy waist of the maxi skirt easily allows him to pull it over her head. “That’s better, I like you naked,” he lightly runs his hands down her frame.

He angles his hips, pressing forward and up. She lifts up, but not high enough to capture his long cock, only paint the shaft with her juices. His face is a mask of torture.

“Do you want this pussy, Austin?” she asks, her hands lock behind his neck.

He looks up at her, hunger in his eyes, “Yes, yes I do.”

He knows he sounded a little desperate, but he just doesn’t care. It doesn't matter that he was in her an hour ago, he wants her again. When her hot pussy blissfully envelopes his hard cock, he realizes he might never be able to get enough of her. She is a Venus that needs to be worshiped at all costs. He refuses to take his eyes off hers as he flexes his glutes, pressing into her. Her forehead creases, little mewls of pleasure squeak from her. It just makes him want to fuck her harder.

So he does.

Her ample tits bounce as he thrusts into her. He bites his lip. Lord she feels so damn good, looks so damn good, is so damn good. He’s gonna cum if he keeps this up.

He fills her to the brim, ramming into her over and over. She holds herself up just a bit. She could cum like this. But then she remembers something.

She rises to her feet, pulling off him mid thrust. His eyes flash with frustration for a millisecond.

“I believe you promised me an ass fucking, Mr. Butler.” Her voice is sultry and smooth.

His chest expands slightly, whether from exertion, the abrupt cessation of his pleasure, or the way that she said ‘ass fucking’, she doesn’t know.

He wasn’t going to remind her, wasn’t going to force her to make good on his mad threat from last weekend. He is actually slightly embarrassed that he even said it in his frenzy of dark mojo. Thank the lord for the bottle of wine they had already consumed, liquid courage and all.

“I did, are you cashing in on that promise now?” his eye brows raise. He’s not well versed in anal, he’s tried it once or twice, but he’s never had a partner that really was into it.

“Oh yes,” she breathes out, running her finger tips along his shaft, “if you are ok with that.”

“I am,” he nods, his dark self flaring up, “ but I might need some guidance, I’ve not done it much and not with much success.”

“I got you, Austin.” she holds out a hand. “C’mon,” she leads him toward the still open glass doors of her bedroom.

“Just so you know,” she stops in the doorway, “it’s my plan to make you lose your mind.”

Austin nods, capturing his rich bottom lip between his perfect teeth.

“In that case, I should inform you that I want to make you forget everything but my name when you cum,” he winks.

“It’s Austin, right?” she teases.

He purses his lips in a smile and narrows his eyes, but says nothing.

She walks to the drawer beside the bed, reaches in and pulls out a clear bottle with a pump top.

“You ok?” she asks, she’s not sure why.

“Oh I’m more than ok,” he whispers, stepping to her and leaning into a passionate kiss.

Aya hands him the lube, ”I'll be back in a few. when I do, you’d better have that cock lubed and ready.”

“Oh, I’ll be ready,”‘ Austin promises, his voice barely above a whisper.

She disappears into the bathroom.

He smiles, shaking his head to himself.

“Jesus, that woman…” he murmurs. He is so turned on, she just hits things in him like no one else ever has.

He positions himself by the open door, so he’ll be silhouetted by the low lights outside. He stands sideways, his hand full of lube, waiting to hear her bathroom door open. He knows how to put on a show, if nothing else. He knows just how magnetic he can be, and he wants her dripping the moment she sees him playing with himself.

Aya steps into the bathroom and blows a long breath out into the mirror. “Fuck me, he is so unbelievably hot.’

She hurries to clean herself inside and out. She brushes out her long hair. She debates slipping into a pair of red crotchless panties and a red lace crop top, but then remembers him saying he liked her naked. She pulls out her pretty steel butt plug. She is about to lube it up and push it into her ass, then she has a thought. If HE puts it in, he will be well on the way to losing his mind. She smiles deviously.

She walks out with it and a towel in her hand, Austin is standing, back lit, in front of the door. His lean form is situated with his side to her. His back is arched, hips pushed forward so his cock juts out. The entire front of his body is outlined in the sparkly lights from the deck as he strokes himself slowly. She can hear his breathy moans.

“Oh… my,” she is barely audible and stopped in her tracks, “You are so fucking sexy.”

Dropping the towel on the bed, she quickly closes the distance between them, pressing her mouth to his in desperate need. His free hand wraps around her back, feeling just as needy.

“You are…” she hesitates, panting slightly, “are you trying to make me lose control, Austin?”

“Oh yes,” he growls into her mouth, pleased at her reaction.

She almost loses it, almost shoves him down on the bed to ravish him. Almost slides her legs on either side of him. Almost pushes herself onto that gorgeous cock. Almost. She takes a big breath, tensing her jaw. She is determined to stay in control of herself.

“Come over here,” she hooks a finger around his and leads him to the bed, ready to play her own card in this game of sexy one-ups.

“I need to stretch my ass a little, if I’m going to take,” she runs two fingers lightly over his lubed cock, ”this magnificent thing. So I got out my favorite butt plug." She holds it up for him to see, "I hope it's big enough." She holds it down near his hard cock, comparing the sizes. His breath catching in his throat is all the response she needs. She climbs on all fours on the tall bed and holds up the plug.

“Do you want to? Or shall I?” she says with a wicked glance over her shoulder.

“Oh, well,” his eyes widen, taking it from her. “I’ve never… but I’ll try.”

“Be my guest,” she leans over and switches on a string of hanging lights that adorn the back of her bed. They give enough light, but keep the mood sexy. She leans her head down, ass up, opening her legs wide.

“Good lord that is a sight,” he murmurs.

He drips lube onto her exposed asshole. It’s a little cold, as is the steel, but it feel oh so good as he rubs it around in the lube and against her tight ass.

“Just go slow, Austin.” she says

“Yes, Ma’am.” he starts pushing.

She inhales sharply, her mouth open.

He pushes harder then relents, her ass pushing it back at him.

“Oh god yes,” she moans, fisting the sheets.

He smiles, ‘who’s gonna make who lose all control?’ he thinks.

“Fuck me with it.” she says, looking over her shoulder, eyes hooded in desire.

Oh Dammit. She is too hot all bent over and just the right height, he could fuck her just like this. No he will fuck her, just like this. He slides the plug in and out, going deeper each time. As it nears the drop off point, her ass grabs it and pulls it from him.

“Fuuu-uu-uu-uck” she says, rocking her hips, letting the weight settle.

“God that is hot, babe,” he breathes, hand caressing her round cheek.

She pulls herself up on her knees and turns around to look at him with a lopsided smile, “‘Babe?” her tone questioning. She shakes her head, she is not doing a good job of managing expectations here.

“Uh… well…um,” usually quick with a retort, his brain is completely derailed with how sexy she is right now. On her knees, looking over her shoulder, her hand fondling her own ass. Her hair flows down her back, begging to be wrapped around his fist.

“You wanna fuck me with it in…Babe?” her words are slightly taunting, but her body, eyes and tone say something completely different.

He crumbles at the sexy, wanton look on her face, not even registering her tease. “Oh, yes Ma’am,” he hears himself say.

She smiles, knowing she just knocked another notch from his self control.

”How do you want me, Austin. You want to be able to see it? Play with it?” This is not her first rodeo, she knows men.

Holy hell how does she know exactly what he is thinking?

“I want you in every way, darlin’”, the way ‘darlin’ drips from his lips all southern-like is intoxicating. What’s better is that he doesn’t even seem aware that he’s doing it.

She is suddenly too turned on to care what he calls her. They reach for each other, lips crashing together hard and passionate. His hand captures her breast, her spine twists to meet him. The heat in the room blazes between them.

His cock is throbbing and he can’t help but hump against her hip. Fuck he needs her and right now, to hell with control. He pushes her back onto all fours and then manhandles her by the hips, pulling her back to meet him. The silver steel of the flange glinting at him in the tiny fairy lights. He rubs his lubed tip in her wet folds, groaning at the warmth. He nudges forward into her clit just a bit while pressing the stopper with his thumb. If the shaking of her hips and her soft throat-born moans weren’t enough to clue him in, the arching of her back and the pressing of her ass toward him was.

Holy shit, she had forgotten how much she liked being tossed around like this. Then to feel his tip entreating entrance? Fuck she wanted him now, control be damned. Her clit and ass pulse together straight into her core as he touches them. He pushes, slipping his head into her wet folds.

The bulge of the plug presses against him. Like the plug going into her ass, once his head gets past the roundness, he feels sucked in as her pussy contracts around him. He can feel it slither up his spine. It doesn’t stop until he is deep in her. Even then she seems to want to draw him deeper. He jostles the plug slightly. He can feel it moving against him, feel the vibrations as he taps it. Her moans of pleasure egg him on.

She is so… full. His cock deliciously stuffing her pussy. Her ass hugging the steel of the plug.

“Please, Austin, fuck me, please,” she moans. She means it, and she also knows that one of the two best ways to make a man go crazy is to show him how needy you are for him.

“Begging for it, huh?” he teases her, pulling back “Ok, but only if you cum on my cock, can you do that for me darlin’.”

Fuck, there it is again, that hint of southern gentleman laced with the promise of dirty deeds.

“Uh-huh, just, my god, fuck me, I need you,” her breathy voice pleading. The other way to drive a man to delirious passion is to cum for him, on him, in front of him, because of him.

He chuckles behind her ear and wraps her hair around his fist, making her wait. Then he thrusts quickly, using his grip on her hip for leverage.

She squeals out a tiny ‘oh’. He thrusts again and again, his growl reverberating low in his chest.

Reaching between her legs, she can feel him entering her and how dripping wet she is. His rhythm gets steadily faster, harder. Her ‘oh’s get louder, more explosive as each plunge into her clicks her gears tighter and tighter.

She knows her body well. One minute on her clit will set her off. She lightly flicks her swollen nub.

“You are so fucking hot under me. No one could even come close to how fucking sexy you are.” He means it too. Austin is not new to women. He knows the effect his voice has, using it to tell a woman just how sexy he finds her is his secret weapon. And good lord, Aya takes the cake on being sexy as hell.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna…” she groans. She is suddenly shivering; arching and curling her spine in an explosive and sexy version of cat/cow. Her pussy is clenching and unclenching on his cock. She fucks herself on him. Low wordless, moans flow from her. He comes perilously close to creaming her pussy. The pressure from her plug is almost too much. Luckily she jerks off of him to lay face down on the bed, panting and shivering.

He smiles knowing he made her cum first. He can't help but reach out and tap the plug, she groans and twitches.

Then, unexpectedly, she says, “Pull it out, I need that cock.” She lifts her hips up to him. He pulls on the plug, slow and steady. She is rubbing her pussy, her fingertips peaking out from between the bed and her cunt.

“Fuckyes, fuckyes! Oh. My, God!” she almost cums again as it suddenly slips out. He puts it on the bedside table.

She rolls over, her eyes clouded with lust, her arms open. “Come’re” her voice sounds almost angry as she crooks her fingers at him.

She envelops him in her arms, pulling him down, desperate to feel his body along her own. Her mouth is greedy against his. She wraps one leg around his waist and pushes against the bed with the other, flipping them over.

She sits up on him like a tiger in the jungle, ready to pounce. She pumps lube into her hand, then wraps it around his cock. She looks for all the world like she is stroking her own cock between her legs. It’s deliciously provocative.

“You sexy mother fucker, I am so … oh .. god… you,” she says with a shaky breath. He is a fucking muse under her.

His hands clamp down on her thighs as his hips lift up into the friction of her hand

“Oh yeah? Well I …. You… are… fuck,” his cock bounces in her hand.

Neither of them are able to form full sentences. The lust is thick and palpable.

She nods at him, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. He nods back, not trusting his tongue. He is nervous. She reaches behind her with a lubed hand, smearing it on her asshole.

“Hold still,” her voice is commanding "I'll have to go slow at first." 'Torturously slow', she thinks.

He’s never seen anyone so hot as she is at this moment. She leans forward, holding herself up with one hand on his shoulder. The other holding his cock tight against her hole. It takes everything in him not to flip them and rail her into the mattress. But he is willing to take orders, especially from her. He can feel her sphincter tight around his head as she slowly eases down onto him. He is shaking, trying to control his body from thrusting into her. Her ass is unbelievably tight, he didn’t know it would feel this good.

Holy hand grenade, he feels so damn big in her ass. She is breathing though the stretching, she knows if she can get him in and relax, she will adjust. Panting out little breaths she finally makes it down his cock. She pauses there, forcing herself to relax with long breaths.

“You ok?” he asks, trembling. He is so sweet.

“Yeah, just give me a minute,” she breathes,”you are… big.”

A red blush rises to his cheeks and he huffs out a breath, looking down and away.

“Are you being shy?” her eyes narrow playfully as she leans forward slowly, moving on him. “Austin, darling, your big, gorgeous cock…” she can’t help but moan, “...is b- buried, in my tight, little, ass. There is no room for shy now, sweetheart.

Apparently they call each other pet names now.

His jaw is set as he looks up at her through his long eyelashes. His tight little moans accent her movement. He is determined to not thrust as she slides up and down on him a few more times.

She stops with him deep. His face is scrunched up trying to keep himself in check. Even so, he is utterly breathtaking. She leans down to kiss him. He involuntarily moans at the forward movement.

“Oh look at you, all that control,” she taunts him, a slight panting to her breath, “when I know you just want to ramrod into me until you fill me. You wanna watch my pussy grasp at nothing as you fuck my asshole? You can, I’m ready for it now.” she whispers in his ear.

“Oh… you vixen. I may ruin you,” the glint in his eye sparks as his lip curls into a smile, his hands clamping down on her hips.

“I dare you to try.” she smiles slyly at him. It’s always better at this point, when they can take control.

For a split second, Austin considers teasing her back. Pushing her off him and not giving her what she so clearly wants. But where is the fun in that? He locks his hands onto her hips and in one motion, rolls her over in the big bed still buried in her ass.

“What I want, is to watch you come undone on my cock,” he tries an experimental slow thrust into her.

“Oh I will, OH! “ she moans below him with her head back, tits pushing forward, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him further into her.

“Ohmigod.. so tight,” he moans as he rides her slowly. “Can I… are you?… fuck it’s so good, Aya.” He is lost.

“Yes and yes…” she nods, “and you are right, it is.” God he feels so fucking good.

He continues to move slowly, just luxuriating in the sensations. His arms thread under hers, his hands cup her head. He shakes a little as he pushes in, inhales as he pulls back. It is so completely intimate.

She is giving herself over to it, matching him breath for breath. Her fingers digging into his bulging upper arms. It feels so damn amazing. All her senses are focused on the friction. On the in and out of his cock. It winds her slowly tighter and tighter. She is about to reach between them to get to her clit.

“I want to see it,” he says simply and suddenly.

He sits back on his wide knees, pulling her with him. Her hips tilt and he nearly slips all the way out.

“Oh fuck it’s so good Austin!” she moans loudly as he pushes back in.

“Fuck that is hot” his fingers casually pet her wet labia, exploring. Her pussy is engorged, open and willing. Her clit is glistening, beckoning for his touch. His eyes are glued to their joining.

“Oh lord, Austin,” she clenches, even the lightest touch magnified.

He watches her pussy wink at him, he smiles deviantly. Pushing his cock deeper.

“I’m gonna finger this pretty pussy now,” his voice is deep and authoritative, “and you are gonna cum.”

With a nod, she feels his ring and middle finger slide easily into her dripping pussy. He begins to steadily work her. Her eyelids flitter as he pushes and pulls his cock in her stretched asshole. His opposite thumb trails down her inner thigh and alights upon her clit, tracing a soft circle. It feels beyond amazing.

“Oh, oh, oh” each separated by a panting inbreath. She opens the eyes she didn’t realize she had closed to see him staring at her. His nostrils flaring with lust. He looks dark and predatory. Patiently, steadily and inch by inch ensnaring her into orgasm.

She is like a mythological siren under him. Every whimpered vowel, every heave of her chest pulls at him. Her very being seems to be begging him to abandon his steadfast approach and just have at her ass. He will, he tells himself, as soon as she cums. He will pound his cum into her. It won’t take that long, she feels so damn divine. It’s like her tight little hole makes him feel bigger, more sensitive. It’s wild.

Her breath begins to come in rapid gasps. Her hands grasping the back of her knees. She curls up, body straining to cum.

“Please harder! Fuck me harder!” she begs.

He refuses, keeping her on that sweet edge for just a little longer. His thumb, however, can’t help but flash across her clit.

She is poised at the brink, in that maniacal place of almost. She wonders, in the back of her mind, if she’ll pass out before she cums, what with all her panting. His cock fills her ass over and over. His fingers burrow in her pussy, are there three now? Then his thumb sparks across her clit and there is no more precipice to balance on, she is cast into the abyss. Her whole nervous system ablaze, lit up with his cock, switched on by his fingers.

“Austin, Austin, AUSTIN YESSS AUUUUUS-TIIIN!!" she screams from the depths of her soul.

He’d heard women scream his name before, on the street, in bed, at red carpet events. He had never heard his name quite like this. It was primal, like a wild incantation. It triggered him deep in his primitive brain. It pried opened an inner damper as she squirted all over his hands. LIttle flecks of moisture peppered both their stomachs, her inner thighs and the root of his cock. His wet fingers dig now, into her thighs. His body let loose, he rages into her, slamming his hips against her ass.

She keeps screaming “YES! YES! YES!”

He was right. It doesn't take long, or does it? Time has lost all meaning, only reaching the edge and leaping off it with her matters. She thrashes, trapped under his demanding body. She cums and cums, Jesus how much.

Finally he thrusts deep, pumping his cum into her shaking ass. His ‘ugh’ begins as a whimper and cascades into a deep vibrating growl. His hips give a final jerk into her.

With the sudden cessation of his thrusts, Aya can feel his cock throbbing in her ass. She pants, strung out on vivid pleasure. Her eyes flutter open to see him above her, head hanging forward, his mouth hanging open. His fingers still clamped onto her thighs and shaking. He lifts his gaze to hers. They are both just shocked at how good it is. They stare at one another each trying to find a way back, an anchor point. She moistens her lips, dry from moaning and panting. The corner of her mouth lifts in a half smile. He returns it, licking his own lips. He moves to back away and pull out.

“Wait!” she grabs his hands and he freezes, “go slow.”

He nods, looking down at her empty swollen cunt. She reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit side to side with rapid strokes. He pulls out so slowly. It feels so fucking good, her pussy clenches, releases, clenches, releases. She shakes, cumming yet again, spine undulating. Her voice hoarse with moaning. When he is out, she curls up on her side, eyes closed, breath shaky.

“Hey,” he curls up in front of her, “you ok?” He has no idea if this is normal or if he hurt her.

She nods, trying to recover her breath. His arms wrap around her, holding her steady. She presses her forehead to his chest, needing the grounding.

“Yeah, that was just… intense and fucking amazing,” she finally says.

“Mmm hmm,” he nuzzles into her hair, inhaling her scent.

“Come on, we need to shower after that,” she says after several minutes.

“Hmmm, yeah,” his voice is sleepy in her ear, but he pushes himself to sitting.

Aya goes first, just wanting to wash her body, not her hair. Austin slips into the big walk-in shower with her, soaping up her back. She turns around to kiss him, his soapy hands gliding over her torso.

“Lord you are gorgeous Austin,” Aya says, ”It feels like a travesty, to have you in my shower and not have the energy to fuck you, that’s twice now.”

“You take my breath away, Aya,” he says simply. “It’s ok, we can take a rain check on hot shower sex.” Again with the promises of more to come.

Aya is standing in the doorway, the cool night air raising goosebumps on her naked skin. Moonlight streaming in. She turns to see Austin step out of her bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Yup, a total travesty.

She had offered him one of the guest rooms, but he said he preferred to sleep with her. She liked the idea of his beautiful self merely an arms reach away all night.

“If I wake you by riding your morning wood, will you mind?” she says both cheekily and seriously.

“Not unless you mind me doing the same,” he smiles.

“It IS the best way to be woken up, that and ba- ay -ay con,” Aya yawns.

As he curls around her from behind, Kato balled up at their feet, she thinks just how good this feels, how much she has missed having something like this. Before she drifts off, she quietly smothers her inner voice, the one that is reminding her of personal vows made long ago.

Austin feels her deep breaths, feels her fall asleep. He gently brushes her hair away from her neck. It’s been a long time since he felt anything like this. Like a kid in love. Sure, he’s cared about those others, but this feels next level.

‘Why am I having these feelings? Jesus, who is this woman?’ he thinks to himself. ‘It’s just an orgasm-induced oxytocin release, Austin, calm down,’ he tells himself. ‘Yeah but no,’ is his internal rebuttal, ‘I don’t think it’s just that. She is so… I don’t know… just...more. Maybe it’s just the newness of it all. Well, I can either run for the hills, or wait and see how this all plays out.' He shakes his head, heaving a big sigh, just before a well deserved sleep overtakes him.

#austin butler #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #one sexy mother fucker

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What phone cases do they have? Backgrounds? Fancy widgets/little digital pets on the black bar at the top of apple phones?

was gonna draw these but i don't have the patience nor time lol

And I dunno nothing bout no widgets or digital pets, but everyone's got a Borg phone, and if anyone had anything wacky it would be Miranda (and her digital pet would be a dog) or Olivia (with a shark)

Kai: His phone case is a super-cheap plastic one that's just solid red, but he decorates it with fire stickers to "spice it up". Never drops his phone cuz he's always paranoid vigilant about where it is. Home screen is a pic of himself; lock screen is a photo of the main gang just hanging out <3

Jay: Black heavy-duty case with glow-in-the-dark blue lightning bolts, custom made. Very often drops his phone—or it gets knocked off of him—hence the extra padding. Has only broken his screen once. Home screen is a pic of Nya; lock screen...is also Nya.

Cole: Fancy black heavy-duty case, with the rubber on the corners for extra cushion. Swaps between the rainbow-rimmed one he originally had and a glow-in-the-dark lava one Jay made for him, depending on their current endeavors. Lock screen is a pic of his mom; home screen is his current crush.

Zane: Plain white case with a single black bird (falcon) design. Has ironically dropped his phone more than anyone else; only cracked the screen twice (in which Pixal was quick to fix it). Doesn't like photos as a background, as he finds them too distracting, but does eventually change the home screen to a solid icy blue and the lock screen to purple.

Nya: Has one of those cases filled with liquid and glitter that swooshes around when you tilt it. The phone itself is gray, the case itself is clear, but the liquid + decorations are various shades of blue. Has a bad habit of throwing her phone when upset (but eventually has Lloyd to fix it). Lock screen is a scenic beach photo with a dolphin; home screen is a silly photo of Jay.

Lloyd: Doesn't want to bother with a case, since he could just fix any dings on the spot, but eventually gets a cheap one like Kai. Has two: one solid green + trimmed in gold, one black and covered in Starfarer stickers. Swaps them out as needed like Cole. Puts some of those phone charms on the Starfarer case. Both screen backgrounds are photos of the main gang—lock screen is casual wear, home screen is ninja wear (with masks on, of course).

Jesse: Very heavy-duty light pink case with extra padding, due to how accident-prone he is, and covered in dense silver glitter. Doesn't even have to drop his phone to wind up with a cracked screen somehow—but they're usually fixed by Jay or Lloyd. Lock screen is of him and Miranda performing; home screen is a marigold flower.

Antonia: Plain orange case with phone charms of various things that seem to change by the day. Her phone has a strange habit of only breaking during a crisis. Lock screen is of all the student council members; home screen is of her, Jesse, and Harumi (until it is replaced to be her, Jesse, Mira, and Nelson).

Harumi: When she does eventually get a phone, her case varies by whichever "phase" she's in—first one is green and white with spider lilies, second one is black and navy trimmed in silver, third one is pink and purple marble. Her backgrounds are the Shark Army symbol and/or Garmadon's symbol off and on; when they're neither, the backgrounds are just pure black. Maybe a pattern if she's feeling daring.

Olivia: Cheap case, deep blue with a mermaid scale design. Waterproof. Screen is cracked to high heaven but somehow still works; too lazy to fix it. Lock screen is a majestic shark; home screen is her and Nya back when they first met (until it isn't). Lock screen may also sometimes be of any individual she's currently got her eye on, however.

Miranda: Her phone case has one of those "Game Boy" designs in bright blue (that you can play games on); her tablet case is black with neon stripes that change color (which she programmed to stay pink and blue). Drops things often, especially when one-handed, but her stuff is so sturdy that you'd never know. For both items, home screen is a wallpaper of the Borg Tech logo; lock screen is the same picture as Jesse's.

Pixal: Doesn't even need a phone, as all her communication is near-exclusively through the communicators, but is given one due to her father's insistance. The case starts just solid purple, but she feels a little plain with it and winds up bedazzling it. Home screen is a huge group pic; lock screen is of her and Zane.

Skylor: Has one of those cases that changes color with heat, and also works like a mood ring. Is not actually all that phone savvy; has to work up to it. Lock screen is a pic from a girls' night out; home screen is a candid of a very flustered and blushing Kai.

#ninjago #the lego ninjago movie #tlnm #legacyverse #the ninja legacy whip #can't be bothered to tag everyone this time hahahaaaa #k1ng boo #asks from nice people

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Valewis, “kiss me”

"Kiss me."

"What?"

Lewis raises his head from where he was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram only a second ago, bewildered, because Did he just say...?

Val looks up from his phone too, frowning when he sees Lewis' expression.

"What?"

Lewis gulps, because, well, fuck. He may be a bit all over the place, his attention span non-existent these days, and he knows he is good at imagining things that aren't true, but he hasn't completely lost his marbles.

He knows what he's just heard. It isn't just his wishful thinking. It isn't.

"I thought-" he tries to say, then clears his throat, because, fuck. This isn't how he wanted to have this conversation. Or any conversation about kissing, and especially not the conversation about kissing with Val.

Val, who's still frowning at Lewis, his finger on the screen pausing a video, is looking at him like he always looks at Lewis. Like there is nothing he'd rather do than hear what Lewis has to say. Like his words matter, matter fundamentally and to the core.

And Lewis knows he's being listened to. He knows how much the attitude has shifted in general, and he knows he's made himself be heard properly over the past decade, has made himself unapologetically loud deapite all the backlash and all the abuse piled up upon him. But the fact is, he hasn't had that sort of reaction from someone who, fuck. From someone he'd shared the garage with for a long, long time. And Lewis sometimes still doesn't - doesn't quite believe it. He still gets taken aback by the - by the fucking sincerity of the whole of Valtteri. He knows it's a whole thing he has, the fucking trust issues and everything, and he's working on it, he is, but sometimes he just can't make his heart actually believe the words and gestures that scream respect at him.

Lewis takes a deep breath, counting in his head. One, two, three, four. Valtteri deserves sincerity in return. Five, six, seven.

"I thought you said, uh. Kiss me?"

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Valtteri blinks. He glances at the screen, and his features rearrange in an expression of understanding.

"Oh," he says. "Yes, uh, I did?" He is looking at Lewis, and sometimes Lewis hates the Finnish stoicism. At least Valtteri isn't as bad as Kimi, he thinks. I don't know what kind of magic Seb has, but I would've shot myself long ago if I was ever teammates with Kimi. Then again, Seb could charm a wall without any issues if he wanted to.

He shakes his head slightly, because now is not the time to get distracted by his trains of thoughts.

"Oh?" He says, not sure what else to say.

"Yeah. I'm - well," Val chuckles, and it sounds self-deprecating. Lewis doesn't like it. "I'm trying to learn some Italian. For, for next year? Just in case," he hurries to say. His cheeks are pink, and Lewis can't look away.

"Oh," Lewis repeats. He makes himself swallow around the lump in his throat, because he doesn't want to think about next year. He likes George, he really does, he thinks it's adorable how proper he is and how much he sometimes reminds Lewis of Toto, and he knows he won't have any issues with George because the young man is fundamentally nice, even though he is somehow still starstruck sometimes when they're all in meetings, but George isn't Val.

Val, who looks so good in Mercedes black. Val, who is kind and has one of the best senses of humour Lewis has ever encountered. Val, who is so thoughtful, he's trying to learn Italian for his new team. Val, who Lewis is going to miss so, so fucking much.

"Makes sense," Lewis makes himself say. He bites his lip, bit he can't help himself. He is a racing driver, and he always, always goes for the gap. "And if you want to kiss someone Italian, you'll know how to ask."

Valtteri just looks at him. Lewis tries not to think how his voice sounded just then. He doesn't think it shook. He's pretty sure he managed to keep it steady.

"Hmm," Val hums. Lewis' heart feels like it's going to combust.

There is something calculating in Val's blue eyes, something reminiscent of the way he looks at the specs and stats sometimes.

"I don't think that will be necessary," he says slowly. "The only person I'd like to kiss would understand me in English, since it's his mother-tongue."

One. Two. Three. Lewis blinks. Valterri doesn't look away from him, and his eyes look the same as when he's not backing away when fighting with James. Four. Five.

"The only problem is that he doesn't kiss his teammates."

Six.

Lewis' heart speeds up so much, he can hear it in his ears. His hands tighten, the phone case digging into the flesh of his palm.

Val still isn't looking away. His face is calm, but Lewis can see his cheeks colouring even further, and he suddenly decides doesn't want to be a coward anymore. Not when Val is so brave. Not when he's been there for Lewis for the past five years, when he bore everything Lewis threw at him and hasn't walked away. Not when Lewis admires him so much for his steadiness. Not when Lewis, fucking incredibly, despite himself, despite everything, trusts Valtteri. They have three more races left together, and a championship to win, and he's just - Lewis just wants to be happy again.

"It's a good thing you won't be teammates next year then," Lewis says, and he feels like his whole body is shaking. His heart feels like it's been hit with 50 G's. He makes himself breathe. "Ask him then."

"Yeah?"

There's a shy smile in the corner of Valtteri's mouth, a smile Lewis knows, a smile Lewis has wanted to trace with his fingers for years. A smile Lewis wants to kiss, and a smile he may even get go kiss.

"Yeah," he says, and can't hold in the giggle. "Yeah, man," he says, and grins.

When Valtteri grins back, cheeks rosy and eyes shining with happiness and says "Then I will", Lewis finally feels warmth suffuse every part kf his body.

I've forgotten what happiness feels like, he thinks, just looking at Val and grinning. I've missed it.

Bono's head appears at the door.

"Valtteri, Lewis? Meeting in five, let's go."

When Val squeezes his hand as they move to follow Bono, Lewis takes a deep breath.

One. Two.

He squeezes back.

Three.

Val's smile lights up the room, and Lewis thinks We will be so good. We will be okay, and so, so good. The best.

#thank you anon #valewis #f1 rpf #my writing #effervescentdragonwrites #thank you so much #one day i will write them actually getting together but not yet apparently #akira answers asks #i just love them

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eddies-puppet · 1 year

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𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 | 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙚𝙞𝙙

Chapter 4: Casa Di Rossi

Warnings: Drinking, Discussion of Alzheimers and schizophrenia

Word count: 1,677

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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"Ciao bella," Rossi smiled broadly as he swung open the front door to his home. Placing his hands on Becca's shoulders, he placed a kiss on both her cheeks before pulling her inside.

"Dave, this place is incredible," Becca exclaimed.

"Grazi," he grinned. "Let me take that," he said, taking the bottle of wine she'd bought with her. "Go join the others, the garden is just through those doors," he pointed to the glass double doors across the room.

She made her way across the large kitchen/diner, her footsteps echoing off the marble floor. She looked around her as she went, decadence was an understatement! Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, mirrors and art adorning the walls.

She paused in front of one of the mirrors, straightening her hair and making sure her make-up was still as it should be. Her hair was falling in loose waves around her shoulders, and she wore a black and pink A-line swing dress that was cut lower on her back, showing a large tattoo between her shoulder blades, a wolf's face with colourful flowers and butterflies around it, extending up the back of her neck.

She felt like those butterflies might be real and currently fluttering around in her stomach. It had taken her by surprise, this nervous feeling.

She had spent the last two days working with Spencer. Yes, he was handsome. You'd have to be blind not to see that. But there was something else that she couldn't put her finger on. A spark between them. It was unexpected, and in a way unwelcome. Her attraction to him was distracting, and she had too much to focus on with the case without the added frustration.

Plus, they lived on opposite sides of the ocean and a holiday fling wasn't really her style. It would pass, she told herself, taking a deep breath and heading out through the glass doors into the garden.

She paused again, her mouth falling open in awe. The garden was something else, twinkling with fairy lights and candles.

The team were sat around a large circular table, talking and laughing amongst themselves. A blonde lady rose from her seat and walked towards her, smiling kindly.

"You must be Becca. I'm Krystall, Dave's wife. It's nice to meet you," she said, holding her hand out towards Becca.

"Lovely to meet you Krystall," Becca smiled, gently shaking Krystall's hand.

"Go sit down, I'll get you a glass of champagne. Dave saved you a seat by Emily," she smiled before walking towards the house. Becca made her way to the table, biting nervously at the inside of her cheek as she realised the empty seat was also next to Spencer.

As the group saw her, they cheered and smiled at her. Emily stood up and pulled her friend into a tight hug before they sat down. Putting her clutch bag down on the table, she glanced at Spencer, finding him already looking at her.

"Hi," she smiled, her voice soft.

"Hi. You managed to find a dress," he said. She hadn't packed any nice dresses so Emily had taken her shopping when they finished at the office. "It's nice. You, um, you look nice," he stuttered. She looked him up and down. He wore a black shirt, the top two buttons unfastened, and a black suit jacket and trousers.

"You don't look so bad yourself," she smiled, one corner of his lips pulling up into a small smile.

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Once they'd all finished their meals, the party had really gotten into full swing. Turned out that as well as being beautiful, Dave's garden also had an insane sound system and a makeshift dancefloor!

Garcia had connected her phone to the sound system, which was cycling through her entire, varied music library. She, Luke, Tara, Matt, JJ and Derek were all on the dancefloor, seemingly having the time of their lives challenging each other to show off their worst dance moves.

Emily, Hotch, Dave and Krystall were sitting on the veranda alternating between laughing at the rest of the team and talking about Dave's celebrity friends.

Becca and Spencer remained at the dinner table, the candles flickering in the cool breeze. Becca pulled a blanket around her shoulders, taking a sip of her wine.

"If you're cold, we could join the others?" Spencer offered softly.

"No, I'm fine, honestly," she smiled. "This is positively balmy compared to home," she giggled. "So, you were telling me about Max."

"There's not much more to tell. She's an amazing person, but we just weren't meant to be together. We're still really good friends though," he shrugged. "What about you? Do you have someone waiting for you at home?"

"His name is Jamie."

"Mm-hm," Spencer nodded slowly. "What does he do?"

"Not a lot to be honest, he's kind of a bum. He naps a lot, and he doesn't say much, so he's not always great company." Spencer looked at her silently, his brows furrowed with confusion.

"I'm kidding," she laughed. "Jamie's my nephew." He laughed, shaking his head. "No, there's no man. I was seeing someone up until a few months ago but it turns out he doesn't really understand the meaning of monogamy."

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Oh, don't be, I'm better off out of it," she smiled. "Tell me about your family. Do they still live in Vegas?"

"My dad does, but, uh, we don't speak much. My mom's in a care facility in D.C. I tried to care for her myself, but it, uh, it just didn't work out." Becca nodded. "She, uh, she has Alzheimer's."

"Oh Spencer, I'm so sorry," Becca whispered. "It's an awful disease. Was it sudden?"

"No, they spotted it in its early stages. She's been in facilities since I was eighteen, so she was in the right place for it to be found," he hesitated, taking a deep breath. "She also has schizophrenia." Becca raised her eyebrows.

"Wow, so you've really had a lot on your plate," she sighed sadly. He let out a chuckle.

"You have no idea."

"Sounds like there's a story there!"

"A story for another day perhaps," he smiled. She smiled back at him as she placed her hand over his on the table. She felt his muscles tighten beneath her touch, suddenly remembering Emily's warning when she'd first arrived.

"Sorry," she whispered, beginning to pull her hand away, but he placed his other hand on top of hers, holding it in place as their eyes locked, her stomach doing somersaults.

"It's ok," he said softly. Becca heard the music change and smiled.

"I love this song," she grinned, rising from her chair, holding his hand in hers and trying to pull him up. "Dance with me?" He shook his head.

"I can't," he laughed. "I have two left feet. Honestly, I don't even know how."

"It's not that hard when the music's slow," she smiled sweetly. "Please?" She begged. He exhaled sharply, puffing out his cheeks.

"Fine," he muttered. She giggled as she pulled him to his feet and to the dancefloor.

She picked a spot at the edge of the dancefloor, close to where Emily and Hotch were now dancing together, Emily giving her a broad smile as she saw her. Becca stopped and turned to Spencer, taking a step closer to him. Taking his free hand, she placed it gently on her waist and lay her hand on his shoulder, her forearm resting against his chest, and they began to dance.

"See? I think you're better at this than you think you are," she smiled up at him. She could feel his thumb tracing tiny circles gently against her waist as his other hand tightened around her own. They moved slowly together, Becca singing along softly. 'Baby I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms, barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song'.

"I don't think I've heard this song before," Spencer muttered. Becca looked at him open-mouthed.

"How have you never heard 'Perfect'?" He shrugged, smiling shyly.

"I don't really listen to that much current music."

"Clearly," she laughed. "I think you still need educating in certain areas Dr Reid," she smiled, noticing his jaw tightening as he swallowed hard.

As she looked up at him, his hazel eyes twinkling under the fairy lights, she felt his hand slide gently around to her lower back, pulling her closer to him.

Suddenly the mood had changed. The very air between them felt electric, her skin seeming to tingle beneath his touch. Resting her cheek against his shoulder, she could feel his heart racing and her eyes drifted closed.

Get a hold of yourself woman, she silently chastised herself. Way to keep it professional!

She opened her eyes to find Dave smiling at her from the veranda, his arm around Krystall's waist. He lifted his glass, giving Becca a small wink before she looked away, embarrassed.

She lifted her head from Spencer's shoulder, looking up at him once again. His full lips curled up into a small smile as his tongue flicked across his lower lip, his eyes wandering her face before coming to rest on her lips. She felt his arm tighten around her waist, pulling her body flush against his own.

Becca was sure that the world around them had simply ceased to exist.

As the music faded, replaced by a more upbeat song, the two of them stood, motionless, gazing at each other for a few moments, neither of them seeming to want to let go.

Becca felt a hand land heavily on her shoulder, turning to find JJ grinning at her.

"Come dance with us," she said loudly, gripping Becca's arm and pulling her out of Spencer's arms. She hesitated, glancing up at Spencer as he ran a hand through his soft hair, smiling at her.

"Go, have fun," he told her. "I'll get you a drink for when they're done with you," he laughed. She nodded, laughing as JJ pulled her towards Garcia and Emily.

#spencer reid x original female character #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #tara lewis #penelope garcia #luke alvez #matt simmons #derek morgan #david rossi #aaron hotchner #criminal minds fan fiction #criminal minds

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