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plutofromafar · 2 years

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nothing like it

Summary: Stefaniya and Natasha reunite and goes with the Avengers to Wakanda.

Warnings: None, just Wanda being StefNat's number 1 shipper

[natasha's pov]

I step into the Black Widow facility, converted from an old hotel, feeling a little lost as I had only visited once since being back on the run. Melina happened to be in the lobby and almost walks right past me before doing a double take.

"Natasha!"

"Hi, Melina," I smile, hugging her. "Unfortunately, I can't stay for long. I'm waiting on Stefaniya and Yelena to get back from their mission."

"Ah, they are about three minutes out," Melina shows me a tablet tracking their jet. "What are you needing them for?"

"It's a situation with the Avengers. Stefaniya agreed to help out."

"Ah, okay. Well, I have work to get back to. Please stay safe, okay?"

"I will, mom."

I freeze.

Melina only smiles wider. "Take care of Stefaniya for us." With that, she walks away into the elevator.

I actually don't feel weird about the slip up. It felt natural to me, like falling back into old habits. I turn around at the sound of the front door opening and I'm met with a squeal and blurs of black, purple, and blonde hair rushing towards me.

"Hey, there, okay-- ouch, who knocked me in the chin? Yelena— Stef—"

"Calm down, girls," a voice I recognized as Alexei's comes from behind us. "Give Natasha some air, huh?"

Yelena noogies me on my head while Stefaniya gives me the happiest smile I've possibly ever seen.

"Welcome back, Natasha. We're preparing for dinner, join. We have donuts," Alexei motions to me.

"I'm sorry, I can't stay. Rain check?"

"Okay, okay. Go save the world, my little Natasha," Alexei gives me a pat on the back.

"Thanks, Alexei. Let's go, Stefaniya."

Stefaniya says her goodbyes and follows me out. Yelena whistles after me and I whistle back. I smile at the new Widows who had come in with Yelena and Stefaniya a few moments earlier.

I unclasp the chain around my neck and hold it out to Stefaniya. She gasps.

"You still wear it?"

I hand it off to her. "It reminds me of you."

Her cheeks grow pink as she shyly meets my gaze.

"Thank you for keeping it safe for me."

"Of course." I keep my eyes on Stefaniya, admiring her languid, carefree energy. "You look different."

"I haven't been sleeping, thanks for noticing," she touches the dark skin under her eye, chuckling.

"No, not that. I mean, you look happier."

Stefaniya looks into my eyes. "I am. Now I understand what you see in being an Avenger. Changing people's lives for the better. Undoing the evil in the world."

I nod. "Yeah, there's nothing like it."

"That's what I was telling Yelena on the jet." Stefaniya looks around the field. "Speaking of, did you forget your jet on your way here?"

I laugh, pulling out my keychain and pressing a button. The enormous jet uncloaks, revealing its sleek steel grey figure. I look to Stefaniya, whose face lights up in amazement.

"Oh. My. God."

"Come on, the others are waiting on you."

We step into the jet and the rest of the Avengers-- well, what's left of them-- gets up to greet Stefaniya.

"Hi, everyone," Stefaniya waves. "I've met some of you two years ago."

Wanda, Sam, and Steve welcomes her with hugs. Vision gives her a small wave.

"I missed you," Wanda whispers when they hug. Stefaniya hugs her a little tighter than the others, having been close to the Sokovian woman during the three weeks we spent together after breaking out of the RAFT.

"Hi, I'm Bruce Banner," Bruce and Stefaniya shakes hands.

"Stefaniya Kotova. It's nice to meet you, Dr. Banner."

"James Rhodes. Everyone calls me Rhodey," Rhodey introduces himself.

"It's nice to meet you, Rhodey."

"Alright, everyone. Let's get to it," Steve says.

"Where are we going?" Stefaniya asks.

"You'll see."

Steve and Rhodey makes their way to the front of the jet while the rest of us scatter around. Stefaniya sits next to me.

"Is he always this ominous, or...?"

I chuckle. "That's just Steve being Steve."

I start explaining everything to Stefaniya to get her up to speed. She interjects with a few questions here and there, even writing on her arm of important things she needed to remember. As I finish, she lets out a yawn and I realize that she probably hadn't slept for over twenty-four hours after finishing her mission during the evening. I feel guilty for not taking that into consideration.

"We've got about three hours until we reach Wakanda, if you want to take a nap."

I pat my lap and she nods tiredly. I help her pull the weapons off of her Widow suit and she lays down on the seats with her head on my thigh. I stroke my fingers through her dark hair, which now has chunky purple highlights. I grab a chunk of only the purple hair and start to braid it.

"I like your hair, I forgot to tell you that earlier," I whisper. I feel her lips curl against my leg.

"Thank you. I like yours, too. It's cute."

I hum a thanks. Her hand moves to my knee, tracing small patterns on the fabric of my suit until she falls asleep. I look up to find Bruce, Wanda, Vision, and Sam staring at us.

"What?" I snap quietly. They look away quickly, going back to their usual tasks. Wanda keeps eye contact with me for a moment and then I hear her voice in my head.

"You two are cute together."

I smile softly to her and she looks away, going back to Vision.

During her sleep, Stefaniya involuntarily jerked around a couple of times, which I figured out was from a nightmare. I had gently adjusted her body so I could hold her closer, which I hoped had calmed her by the way her movements stilled.

A few hours later, Stefaniya awakes and we're about to touch down.

"Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0," Steve tells Sam.

"I hope you're right about this. Or we're gonna land a lot faster than you want to," Sam replies, pushing a lever.

Stefaniya grips my hand tightly in anticipation, watching as we approach a forest. She squeezes her eyes shut when the tip of the jet hits the trees, bracing for the impact, but it never comes. Instead, the jet flies through an opening in the trees and we enter the hidden kingdom, flying over a large body of water.

"What the fuck just happened?" Stefaniya whispers to herself. I smirk at her shocked expression.

The jet lands onto the massive runway, where King T'Challa and Okoye stood with a small defense force behind them. Steve and I step out of the jet first, Stefaniya trailing close behind me and the others following.

"Should we bow?" I hear Bruce ask Rhodey behind me.

"Yeah, he's a king," Rhodey replies seriously.

Steve shakes T'Challa's hand. "Seems like we're always thanking you for something."

"Uh, we don't do that here," T'Challa says to Bruce, who straightens back up with an embarrassed expression.

T'Challa starts walking back into the Citadel and we follow him. I sense Stefaniya's nervousness and link my pinkie finger with hers.

"I'm alright," Stefaniya assures me. I nod, not really believing her.

Bucky walks out, going in for a hug from Steve.

"How you been, Buck?" Steve smiles.

"Uh, not bad, for the end of the world."

Stefaniya looks at me, quirking an eyebrow at what Bucky said.

Okay, so maybe I might have left out a few things, but I just didn't want her to worry for nothing if it doesn't get to that point.

"What did he mean, 'end of the world'?"

Next chapter

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lambourngb · 4 years

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"Explain the tearaway pants again?"

“you can stay afraid ( or slit the throat of fear and be brave)” - title from Gang of Youths, and that’s all @haloud ‘s fault.

“Explain the tearaway pants again?” Alex asked, picking up the soft, shiny fabric from the box with an incredulous look to Kyle. Of all things he would have predicted as a birthday gift from Kyle, tearaway stripper pants was on the last page of the book, right before a father-son vacation voucher.

Which he had also received, as a birthday gift from Eric, his latest and most recent now ex-boyfriend. His heart was in the right place, since Alex did say he was estranged from his dad, and well-meaning but ignorant Eric, who called his parents daily, thought a trip to baseball parks would help.

It was hard to explain to anyone he dated that when he said he wasn’t close with Jesse Manes, that it wasn’t just parental tension over his sexuality that could be eased with more talking. How do you say to someone that your dad didn’t just hate his sexuality but had attacked and maimed a teenager over it. That even drugged up with Alex waving a white flag of surrender, even faked as it was, his father had shut down any mention or acknowledgment of who Alex was.

It was just easier to say that he and his dad did not see eye-to-eye and that it was unlikely to change. Alex had that weird thought that people, even alien shaped people, should be treated with dignity and not eradicated from the earth. There was no common ground to be found over genocide.

“I thought on the weekends, when you were wearing the prosthesis, you might find some use in easy to remove pants if you had your boyfriend over.” Kyle smiled, and moved to show him the tearaway seams that were cleverly hidden. “You told me that sometimes the mood fizzled because of getting undressed-”

“Ah,” Alex acknowledged, looking down at the box again. Another small white lie was coming back to bite him. It was true, getting undressed with someone new, was an ordeal. Forrest had handled it the best, outside of Michael, knowing just when to offer help and just when to back the hell off, but ultimately the secrets and running off because of a text about alien nonsense wore thin with him. After Forrest, he gave up on trying for a deeper relationship considering the number of secrets he guarded and went back to using a dating app which resulted in a few less-than-desirable responses to his leg.

Blaming the fizzle, on his awkward way of undressing, to Kyle was easier than mentioning that some guys lost their interest when the theoretical knowledge of his amputation became factual.

“You hate them.” Kyle reached for the box, which Alex tightened his grip on stubbornly.

“No, these are great and thoughtful, thank you. I was just thinking about the fact, I ah, Eric and I broke up today.”

“What?! Seriously?” Kyle glanced around Alex’s house with a clenched fist, as if he was waiting to see Eric appear, so he could fight him. “That dick broke up with you on your birthday? I never liked that douche.”

Alex smiled weakly, “You thought Eric was great, don’t lie.”

“I thought he was great because he didn’t act weird about your friendship with Guerin, and he’s one of the best scrub nurses in the OR but if he broke up with you on your birthday-”

“Okay well no need for workplace awkwardness, I broke up with him. In fact, you should probably take his side.” Alex gathered the wrapping paper to ball it up, and stood up to head into his kitchen, with Kyle following on his heels. He lifted the trash can lid, picking up the trip voucher on top to hand over to Kyle before disposing of the colored paper. “It’s not his fault, he is just probably too idealistic about the world for my taste.”

“Jesus, a father-son bonding trip? Yeah, no.” Kyle shook his head, before leaning against the countertop and studying Alex intently. “I don’t blame you for dumping him, I mean, you told him about how your dad treated you right?”

Once upon a time, to keep Kyle from demonizing Jim Valenti, the only man who was ever kind to Alex, he had revealed the extent of the abuse he suffered growing up. He never imagined that Kyle would end up being a part of his daily orbit, so it was at the time, a safe admission. The only reason he had any sort of comfort around Kyle now was he knew that Kyle had his own reasons for hating Jesse Manes. The support he received wasn’t pity, it was shared pain. Kyle understood, and of course Michael understood, but the rest of the world? He couldn’t trust it.

There were days when he wished he had been able to conceal the truth from Maria as a kid.

“My dad is a level of evil that approaches comic-book villain. It’s hard to come up with the vocabulary to explain it. It’s definitely not first date ground to cover.”

“You could just say what you said to me, that he was an abusive, homophobic dick.”

“I tried that actually, with Matt, but his dad is Army, so he thought I was just talking about typical macho man bullshit. His dad called him a fairy and won’t pick up the phone when he called his mom, but he’d never tried to kill him for being gay.” Alex rubbed at his forehead, and shrugged dismissively, “even if I could explain it, there’s still alien bullshit to worry about. Forrest couldn’t deal with my secrets, so…”

“Now that, my friend, we can commiserate over. Even if Stef understood my friendship with Liz, she was less supportive of running out on her to answer Isobel Evans' every little call. As Rosa calls it, those bitch ass aliens, strike again.” Kyle picked up his half-empty beer from the counter to clink against Alex’s in solidarity.

Later, after Kyle was gone, Alex wandered out to his patio to light a fire. Despite the voucher from the now ex Eric and the funny gift from Kyle, his birthday had gone well. Maria had treated him to an amp for his sound setup, an expensive gift had it been new, but this one was reconditioned by Guerin. Liz and Max had treated him to lunch at the Crashdown with a four show pass at the local concert hall. Rosa had baked a gourmet cake, and even Isobel had dropped off a bottle of expensive scotch.

Though it hadn’t worked out, Forrest had texted a nice birthday message along with an invitation to join a group of his friends for an antique market trip to Santa Fe.

Alex tipped his head back in his chair, listening to the crackle of the firewood settling in the pit and finally allowed himself to think about Michael, or more specifically the absence of Michael today. It was pressing on a bruise, to consider the gift from Maria might actually have been a joint gift. He didn’t think they had gotten back together again, but he wasn’t sure.

The gap in knowledge about Maria warred with the feeling that maybe Michael had forgotten, and it ached. He wasn’t sure which hurt more.

His phone vibrated against his leg. Alex placed his beer on the ground next to his chair and opened the notification. It was his security system letting him know that someone had pulled up to the front of the house. His heart thumped painfully but hopefully as he recognized Michael’s truck.

Sitting with his back to the gate made him itch in anticipation but not fear as he heard the crunch of Michael’s boots against the gravel. “You’re late.”

“Yeah, sorry. Um, happy birthday” Michael replied as he closed the distance in the dark to Alex’s chair. He threw himself into the chair gracelessly, before picking up his phone to check the time, “I’m not too late am I? This says it’s after midnight.”

Shivering a little, even though it was warm, Alex took a sip of his beer. “You’re never too late, Michael.”

The words settled between them, weighty and revealing. Alex immediately wanted to take them back. That was too truthful. Perhaps he was getting maudlin because of his birthday, but having Michael, someone who knew him inside and out, after a day of feeling just out of step with everyone else, was a balm on his heart.

Michael placed his hat next to them on the patio, glancing back toward the house with a sympathetic glance. “I figured. And um, I heard from Valenti about Eric, so, I thought you might not turn me away if I showed up.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Alex took another long swallow, staring into the flames, as the previous comfort of Michael’s presence faded. Not a pity visit. He couldn’t take that. Not daring to look at Michael because seeing his profile lit up by the firelight always did things to Alex’s heart, he finished his beer. Things he was still working on letting go of for his own good. “I’m fine, it wasn’t serious with Eric.”

“I’m glad you’re fine, but that’s not why I’m here.”

There was a rustle of paper that caught Alex’s attention, and as he finally turned to face Michael, he froze. There was a folder in Michael’s hand. He couldn’t help but remember the recent past, where the cover of a folder barely covered the horrors of within. It was always gruesome intake forms or grisly after action reports that gleefully detailed the murder of civilians and the incarceration of aliens.

Michael shook the folder gently, “go on, it’s not gonna bite.”

Pressing his lips together in resignation, Alex reached for the folder. As rocky as things had been in the past, he was certain Michael wouldn’t try to hurt him on his birthday. It wasn’t his fault that Alex was a pessimist. Flipping open the manila cover, he paused again. His eyes roved down a list of names and numbers, along with a familiar family name.

“That’s my grandmother’s name,” Alex furrowed his brow in confusion looking over to Michael, as he leaned forward in happy anticipation.

“So last year, remember how I went to Texas with Max,” Michael began, and paused at the pained expression on Alex’s face. Right, it was unlikely that the beginning of Maria’s feelings had been forgotten. “Dumb question, okay well, we met an old woman from the Mescalero Res and her granddaughter. They were practicing some fake faith healing con game, which kinda pissed me off, until I realized the props they used were drawn from a visitor they had.”

“A visitor?”

“Yeah, they used lights to make their hand glow when they healed. She described a woman who lived there, and never spoke but had that ability. I drove there last month to ask her more about it. It turns out this woman was introduced to the tribe by your grandmother.” Michael smiled broadly, his fingers tapping with impatient energy. “So I went to the Diné people to ask about her. I know she’s passed on, but she left stories. An oral history. Err, they didn’t want to talk to me, being a white guy, but after I fixed just about every car on the Res-”

“That’s where you’ve been every weekend?”

Michael looked pleased, “You noticed?”

Caught out by just how aware he was of Michael’s movements, Alex gestured, “That’s not important, um keep going with your story.”

Still looking pleased, Michael picked up his tale, “So after I fixed every piece of shit car, every finicky generator, and promised that I would only repeat this to another member of the People, they told me what happened. Your grandmother and great-grandmother ran a sort of underground network for women in trouble. One night, in 1947, a group of ...visitors found her and her mom on the side of the road. They were waiting for supplies, from a sympathetic doctor.”

“Wait,” Alex stuttered, looking down at the list of names and numbers. “Are you saying-”

“They saved ten crash survivors that night, and scattered them to other tribes for safety.” Michael reached over to tap the paper, “I have no idea where they went, that’s still a secret to me, but… some of my people lived, free. Because of your family.”

Overwhelmed, Alex squeezed his eyes shut tightly. It was no use, he could feel the tears spilling out rebelliously down his cheeks, as he sucked in an unsteady breath. The weight of his name, of the evil done by his father, was still there, but now there was a counter-balance. Harshly Alex gasped for another breath, shuddering as a sob broke through his control.

“Sweetheart, oh god, I didn’t mean to make you cry-” Michael murmured, distraught as he shifted closer, placing a tentative hand on Alex’s shoulder. The simple touch unleashed what shaky hold on control Alex had, as he collapsed into Michael’s arms. Without hesitation, Michael pulled Alex into his embrace, letting him shake in the safe confines of his strength.

The poison that Alex had felt, writhing under his skin, from as long as he could remember was slowly being lanced and drained. It didn’t matter that Michael had never blamed Alex for his family, no words could touch that reservoir of toxin inside him that marked him a Manes Man. Only actions could.

On the day celebrating his birth, Alex could finally feel peace regarding the blood in his veins.

“I’m sorry, I should have let you know I was looking into your family after Arizona’s grandmother mentioned it. I was going to, if my campaign of fixin’ shit didn’t work, ‘cause you’re a member, they would have talked to you, I just wanted to give you some good info. But if I crossed the line, I’m sorry-”

Alex silenced Michael’s apologies with his lips.

His action halted Michael for a moment, before he groaned against Alex’s lips and deepened the kiss hungrily. His hands came up to cup Alex’s skull gently even as he increased his efforts of climbing into Alex’s skin through the sheer connection of the kiss. Long moments passed as Alex bit gently before diving into the silky heat of Michael’s mouth.

The need for oxygen won at last over his other instincts and reluctantly Alex broke the kiss. He kept his forehead pressed against Michael’s as they traded deep breaths in the silence. Closing his eyes, Alex spoke quietly, “If *I* crossed a line just then-”

“You didn’t, as long as you’re not sorry.”

Looking up at Michael’s dark, still slightly stunned eyes, Alex smiled weakly, “I’m not, but I admit, I didn’t see this happening. With you. I thought you didn’t want to go down this road again.”

Michael reached up, combing his fingers through Alex’s soft, growing dark locks gently. “I don’t want to go down the *same* road, but I was hopin’ we might find a different path. And full disclosure, we’re kinda ahead of my plans. I didn’t think you were gonna dump Eric today-”

Huffing a soft laugh, Alex replied wryly, “I wasn’t planning on it, but he thought my dad and I could patch things up by going to Wrigley Field together. He bought me a Field of Dreams-themed trip for me and dear old dad.”

“What. The. Fuck.” Michael blinked a few times, clearly running the words through his mind for meaning. “For one thing, you don’t even like baseball, and for another, your dad is a homophobic murdering psychopath.”

Alex burst out laughing at the offense in Michael’s voice. Pieces slotted into place, knowing that Michael understood not just on a theoretical level, but a deeply personal level just how fucked that suggestion was about Jesse. “God, you’re right, I hate baseball.”

He captured Michael’s hand, still stroking through his hair, and pressed a soft kiss on his rough calloused palm. Hands that had spent weeks working tirelessly for free just to get Alex some answers and peace about where he came from and who he was. A fresh burn of tears threatened as he thought about the effort Michael had expended.

“More tears?” Michael remarked softly, feeling the wet brush of Alex’s eyelashes against his hand.

“Happy tears.” Alex straightened and got to his feet, holding onto Michael’s hand. He cast a considering eye on the fire, deciding it had burned down low enough to install the fire pit cover. Rubbing his thumb against the silky seam of his pants, he tugged Michael toward the house, “So Kyle got me these pants for my birthday, and they were the second best present I had today.” His smile turned wicked as he led the way toward the bedroom with confidence, “I would really like to show you how they work, if you’re interested...”

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phyripo · 5 years

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46 and robul?

46. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

Uhh… That looks like a humorous prompt, so have something… Creepy? It’s a mix of the fact that I played some Rusty Lake games again combined with the fact that I’ve started listening to Welcome to Night Vale again that spawned this, soooo… I hope you like it, sorry for the long wait!

Dragos is Romania, Stefan is Bulgaria, aaaand Luca is Moldova

Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write you a fic

There was nothing unusual about the mist.

It had rolled in across the lake as it oftendid on spring mornings like these, greying out the little island Dragos livedon. The familiar trees were looming shadows in the fog, the old well a blurrymystery. But it was just mist, and the shadows were just shadows, so Dragoswasn’t sure why he felt so unsettled whenever he looked out of the windows.He’d lived here for years now, in this little refuge he and Stefan had built onthe island. It was safe.

“Stupid mist,” he grumbled at no one, shakinghis head and going to the next line on his typewriter with too much relish. “Ishouldn’t read so many books.”

Still, he was relieved when Stefan returnedhome after his work on the mainland, where he ferried wood back and forth. Hisshape was familiar in the fog, and he smelled comfortingly of the forest whenDragos kissed him quickly as he kicked off his heavy shoes.

“It’s cold out,” Stefan said, running a handthrough his slightly damp hair.

“Looks cold, yeah.” Dragos took his coat. Themist had lingered throughout the day, seemingly not lessening at all, althoughit must have—the news on the radio reported sunny weather on the shores of thelake. “It’ll probably clear out by tomorrow.”

Stefan hummed absently. Of course, he hadn’tbeen stuck in the middle of the white haze all day; he wasn’t as unsettled. Heusually wasn’t. Dragos was more prone to that. There was a reason they’d movedto this island, where no one could judge them because there was no one elsehere.

“Please tell me there’s something to eat, Dra,”Stefan was saying, walking further into their cottage.

Dragos laughed, going after him.

“Of course there is.”

The evening was pleasant in its ordinariness,spent listening to a record and reading or writing or filling in crosswordpuzzles. Dragos closed the curtains against the pressing darkness the mistbrought with it, and had nearly forgotten all about it when he went to sleepwith his arm draped over Stefan’s upper body.

It was all the more surprising when he woke thenext morning to an, if possible, even greyer world.

The fog curled against the small windows of thecottage as if asking to be let in, like a ghost knocking on the door. Dragosdrew the curtains again and told himself not to think about it, not to imagine thathe didn’t know the shapes outside or the muffled sounds of the water and theforest. He typed, ripping sheet after sheet out of his typewriter because thewords wouldn’t listen to him. They curled into unfamiliar shapes, his fingersstraying from the right keys without his permission.

When Stefan came home in the late afternoon, hestartled Dragos from a haze of terribly non-productive writing and brought agust of cold, damp air with him.

“It’s dark,” he said, quizzically, and made toopen the curtains over the dining booth.

“It’s—” Dragos leaped up from his chair andflung himself in front of him. “It helps me work.”

He gestured at the heap of paper lyingscattered on his desk, bathed in lamplight. He wasn’t sure what he had written, certainly not his next novel, but at least itlooked like he’d been doing something useful while Stefan worked.

“Alright,” the man said slowly. His eyes werebright in the gloom, their deep forest green a comforting color after nothingbut the grey outside, the orange of the walls, and the black and white of wordson paper to keep Dragos company over the course of the day.

It had been sunny on the shore, Stefan toldhim, taking his jacket off to reveal short sleeves underneath it. The slightestof tan lines were visible on his pale skin, if Dragos squinted.

There was nothing unusual about the mist.

Weird weather phenomena were not unusual,Dragos mentally repeated like a mantra when they went to bed, later, staring upat the whorls in the wood of the bedroom ceiling. His imagination wasoveractive and it would pass. It would all pass, and their island could go backto its usual unusualness—which was mostly just Dragos himself.

The next day was a Saturday, which was Stefan’sday off, and also the day Dragos’s younger brother always called, so that was agood excuse not to go outside no matter what Stefan said about Luca alwayscalling after three, which left them plenty of time to do something together,never mind the mist, Dragos, it’sjust water.

“I thought you were the smart one,” Stefan saidjokingly, shrugging on his jacket. He hadn’t shaved today, and his stubblescratched Dragos’s jaw when he leaned over to kiss him, when he laughed againsthis mouth as Dragos tugged him down to deepen the kiss.

While the ensuing tussle was playful and funand quite pleasurable, it only delayed Stefan’s going out into the ever-presentmist by half an hour, because he thought they would need more firewood soon,and the wood would need to dry if it was to be of any use.

“You’re a strange man, Dra,” he told himwonderingly. Dragos ran his hand through the man’s mussed hair, biting his ownlip.

“You love me.”

“Never said I didn’t. Guess that makes me alittle strange, too.”

Smiling despite himself as Stefan untangled hisbody and stood, Dragos replied, “Very strange. Be careful, alright?”

He gave a jaunty little salute and was off intothe fog, where he was nothing more than a shape no more familiar than thegnarled trees. Dragos frowned at it through the window for too long, but themist hurt his eyes and his head, so he pulled the curtain mostly shut again,leaving a strip of light to spill outside.

Just in case Stefan forgot his way back.

The phone rang promptly at three, and Dragoswent to pick it up in relief, leaning against the wall in the hallway where ithung.

“Hey, Luc!” he greeted.

There was a long, staticky silence in reply.

“Hello?” Dragos tried, his heartbeat ratchetingup.

More static. A sound like a voice speakingbackwards. Dragos bit his lip so hard it started bleeding, clutching the handsetwhite-knuckled.

“What’s going on?” he asked, voice unsteady andlouder than he intended.

The voice continued, pouring unintelligiblesounds through the telephone line. If the mist had a sound, Dragos imagined itwould be this, creeping around in his head, just syllables without meaning nomatter which way he turned them.

He slammed the handset back on to the base andwas on the verge of ripping the whole contraption off the wall, when the phonerang again.

“Get out!” he yelled into it, on the verge oftears. Something was wrong here, andhe hated it.

“What?” replied a seemingly perplexed Luca. “Dra,is that you?”

He swore. “I’m so sorry, Luc. I’m sorry.Something weird is—sorry.” The plastic of the handset creaked in his grip, sohe tried to ease it a little.

“Are you alright?” Luca asked. Dragos leanedhis free hand against the wall and hung his head.

“God, I don’t know.” He tried to breathesteadily. His mind felt fuzzy, but the feeling was subsiding little by little. “Probably.”

“That sounds reassuring.” Luca laughed alittle. “Is Stefan alright?”

“Possibly. He’s out.”

“Well, I hear the weather’s good for it over th—”

The line cut in a flash of static. Dragosdropped the phone.

He scrambled to grab it where it swung againstthe wall, bouncing. It was difficult to press the little buttons with hisfingers shaking, but he managed to dial his brother’s number from memory.

“Luca?” he whispered, and when there was juststatic in reply, he slammed the handset back down again and tried again.

Stefan found him sitting with his knees drawnup to his chest in the hall, the phone dangling next to him and his fingers inhis messed-up hair.

“Well, this doesn’t look good,” he said,kneeling down in front of Dragos. Tiny water droplets clung to his hair, hiseyelashes. His eyes were curiously mossy, and Dragos pressed himself tighter againstthe wall.

“Where’ve you been?” he asked.

“Out. I got firewood, remember?” Stefan reachedfor him, pushing wispy strands of light brown hair out of his tear-streakedface with cold fingers. “Maybe you should come outside for a bit, it’d do yougood.”

Terrified, Dragos shook his head as hescrambled to his feet.

“I’m not—I’m not going anywhere. Jesus Christ, Stefan, what is going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” hereplied calmly.

“Stef, Stef—” Dragos put his hands on the man’sjaw and searched his gaze, and he couldn’t even say what was wrong, but something was, and the front door wasopen behind him, which was wrong. Heleaped towards it, slamming it shut on the mist. As he leaned against it, hecould feel himself shaking.

“Hey, you should lie down,” Stefan was saying,carding his fingers through Dragos’s hair again. “I’ll get some food going,alright?”

Dragos wasn’t sure how he got from the hall tothe couch, but once he was there, he couldn’t bring himself to move, or even thinkabout what the hell was happening on his little, safe island. Against all odds,he fell asleep.

When he woke, the room was dark, but that didn’tmean anything with the curtains drawn and the mist most likely still heavyoutside. Silently, he sat up, cracking his neck and stretching his arms beforewalking over to the window and peering into the forest.

The trees stood silent in the fog. It mighthave been evening or it might have been morning. Dragos honestly had no ideahow much time had passed. He turned back to the room, flicking his desk lamp onand finding a sandwich sitting next to his typewriter. On the paper currentlyin the machine, a short message was written.

Dragos, you lookedlike you needed the sleep. I hope it helped. I’m going outside, find me if youneed me.Stefan

There was no indication of when the message wasleft. It was six, according to the grandfather clock over the desk, but Dragoscouldn’t say whether it was evening or morning. He felt rested, although stillwary.

Eating the simple cheese sandwich, he went overto the radio to turn it on, hoping to find out the time, but the speakers onlyblurted out more static, shot through with maybe-human sounds. With shakinghands, he tried to tune into a different channel, but everything else justbroadcast the static that was normal—they didn’t get great reception out hereand were usually only able to receive the one channel.

One channel that was now garbled nonsense.

He put the remainder of his sandwich away andwalked quickly to the bedroom. The bed looked unslept in, but Stefan’s radioalarm clock displayed a time of a quarter past six in the morning—the radioitself was broadcasting the garbled static.

Dragos swore.

“Stefan!” he called through the house,flinching at his own voice. There was no answer, and he wasn’t surprised.

This wasn’t to say that he wasn’t terrified.

Unable to swallow past the lump in his throat,Dragos paced back to the living room, then changed his mind and rooted throughthe bathroom and the kitchen, where he found nothing out of the ordinary. Thetelephone was still dangling from its cord in the hall, spewing static, andDragos shivered.

Was it cold or was that him?

He peered through all of the windows into theunforgiving white and grey that was the forest. Nothing moved.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, dragging his hands over his face.

He’d have to go outside.

Although his heart was trying to beat out ofhis chest and his breath was too high to do any good, he managed to find hisboots, his duffel coat. He threw the sheets of paper that he filled with hisnonsensical words yesterday into his shoulder bag along with—he didn’t knowwhat he was putting in there, he had no idea what he was doing. Closing the clasps of the bag proved difficult with hisshaking fingers, but he fumbled until they were shut.

After one last desperate sweep of the cottage,Dragos took a deep breath and opened the front door.

The mist—felt like normal mist. It was cold,and damp, and clung to Dragos’s eyelashes and wispy hair.

Somehow, he felt the urge to hold his breath.He went back into the house and found a scarf to wind around his head, coveringhis nose and mouth. It felt marginally better.

Trying to be silent, he made his way frommemory to the shed where Stefan sometimes worked. Nothing out of the ordinarythere, either.

The trees were still as he walked past the oldwell, but he couldn’t shake the feeling they were watching. Maybe not him inparticular, but watching all the same. Sometimes, something seemed to move inthe distance, but he couldn’t tell whether it was human and didn’t know if hewanted to know.

The island was small. Dragos must have beenwalking in circles or time must have stretched out in weird ways, because itfelt like hours before he saw a familiar shape among the grey. Stefan wasstanding motionless between the trees, and although the trees were motionlesstoo, they had all stretched their branches towards him as if they wanted himfor their own, like Dragos had wanted him for so long now, like Dragos hadgotten him.

He was Dragos’s. This island was Dragos’s, mist or no fucking mist.

Trees didn’t move. Trees had never moved.

“I’ve never seen a tree move,” Dragos said tohimself, his voice barely a whisper but there. He took large steps towardsStefan. They couldn’t take him away from Dragos, nothing could.

Stefan stood silently, slowly resolving intoseparate colors as Dragos neared. His green, short-sleeved shirt, hisbellbottom jeans, the dark of his hair. His back was to Dragos.

“Trees don’t move,” he repeated to himself. Andthen, “Stefan, have you seen the— Oh.”

Because he turned, and his eyes were not theirusual, comforting forest green.

Dragos stumbled back, catching his heel on atree root that may or may not have been there before and flailing to keep hisbalance.

“Stefan?” he whispered, but he knew, as certainas anything, that it wasn’t Stefan. The man—being—looked like Stefan and heldhimself like Stefan, but his eyes, his eyeswere a terrible haze of barely-there green. It was as if the mist had settled insidehim, pulled itself over his eyes.

“Hey, Dragos,” not-Stefan said, and his voicewas a wisp.

Dragos ran.

He tripped over swirling roots, and the mistthickened until he couldn’t see his own feet carrying him across his island. Heran blindly, scrambling up when he fell, pushing his scarf over his nose. Hisheartbeat rang in his ears, or maybe it was the island’s heartbeat, the treesin their terrifying unison.

Eventually, the trees gave way to sand, and heknew he’d reached the shore of the island. He couldn��t see anything out on thewater, so Dragos followed the sand until he found the dock and could scrambleonto it, his boots slipping on the damp wood.

The boat, he needed their boat.

“Dragos!” he heard Stefan, or not Stefan, callfrom the edge of the forest, louder than he should have been able to when themist dampened everything. He panted in almost-sobs, trying to squint along thedock for the little boat.

“No, no,” he whispered when he couldn’t findit. He dropped to his knees to feel along the dock for the rope.

Footsteps crunched through the sand behind him.

“Dragos!” Stefan called again. He soundedclose. Dragos’s numb fingers grappled uselessly against the scaffolding. “Nothingis wrong, Dragos! Come, I’ll take you home!”

Dragos heaved a sob through his scarf.

Footsteps on the dock.

A dull, roaring sound farther away. Somewhereon the lake. Oh god, what was out there?

“Dragos,” Stefan said. His voice sounded ashazy as his eyes had been. “It’s just mist.”

The roaring became louder, and then the mistwas breaking open at the end of the dock to allow Dragos to see that what wascausing it wasn’t something even worse, wasn’t the lake itself rising up againsthim as well.

“Luca!” he yelled, leaping up and runningtowards the motorboat his brother was driving towards the shore. “Don’t dock!Turn around, now!”

“What—” Luca started, and behind Dragos,footsteps clattered across the dock. He didn’t dare look.

“Just turn! Fast!”

Luca stared at Dragos or what was behind himfor a long second before he abruptly steered the boat in the oppositedirection, racing back along the dock. Dragos kept running, and he didn’t evencare if he was going to miss the little boat altogether—he dove towards it thesecond it shot by close enough, crashing against the wood and rolling along sofar that they almost capsized, but Luca kept going until they were clear of thedock, now just a shadow in the mist.

“Where’s Stefan?” he yelled, but Dragos couldn’tspeak, his voice was stuck somewhere in his chest. He breathed in sobs, curlinginto himself on the dirty floor of the motorboat. “Should we go back?”

Dragos shook his head. There were tears on hisface, and they were scorching hot.

They broke out of the mist and into brightmorning sunlight as suddenly as if it had never been there. Dragos still didn’tdare look back.

“I thought I’d check if you were okay,” Lucawas saying. “What’s—what just happened?”

“I don’t know,” Dragos choked out. “I just… I justdon’t know.”

He looked over his shoulder, and there wassunny lake as far as he could see, from the coast to the mountains. His heartbeatrang in his ears.

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The Best is Yet to Come | An AdamsFoster Fic

#elitewritingchallege entry number five

Prompt: (Day 29) “Come here”

A/N: This is the continuation of the scene in 3x18 when Stef reveals her haircut to Lena. I’ve been working on this for the better part of a year and it put up one heck of a fight. But it’s finally done and I’m happy with it, even if it didn’t turn out the way I originally planned. Rated M.

A/N: I’m putting this in my queue so at the time of posting, this will not yet be up on FF or AO3. For comments/reviews either reply or head to my inbox. Otherwise, it should be up within the next day or two.

Lena squealed as Stef chased her up the stairs, the echoes of her giggles bouncing off the walls. But on the landing, when she turned and took her wife’s hand, pulling her into their bedroom, the mood shifted. The playfulness fell away and when she turned to face Stef after locking the door behind them, her heart was pounding in her throat. She could feel the tension between them and the weight of the moment, and as she drew Stef closer, Lena flashed back to the first time they’d had sex after losing Frankie.

For the better part of a year she had been repulsed, even just by the thought of sex. It started out as regular grief. But after a while, it had become more physical than emotional. Her body had felt like a burial ground, like she was imprisoned in a place that no longer belonged to her. The thought of sex—of touch and pleasure and eroticism—had felt like a desecration; it was unimaginable. And Stef had been so supportive through it. Never once did she pressure Lena. She just allowed her the space she needed, offering comfort in whatever way she could.

Then, one afternoon when Lena had gone to take a shower, Stef asked if she could join her. It was the casual kind of shower they often took together; just a few moments to be alone with no expectation for it to be anything else. As Stef washed Lena’s body, something she’d done a hundred times, her skin started to feel like her own again. Before Lena had even picked up on it, Stef seemed to notice a change. In response, she had slowed her movements, lingering a little longer on sensitive areas, tracing her fingers along behind the cloth through the soapy water running down her skin. It had been a delicate dance as she peeled back the remaining layers of grief and pain with care, washing them away until Lena was ready. By the time they got out of the shower, they hadn’t shared more than a few languid kisses. But the pathway had been found, buried and overgrown. Stef cleared the rest of the way with slow tenderness and as they made love that afternoon, Lena was reminded that Stef’s arms had always been home.

Now, as Lena pulled her wife in close, she hoped that she had given Stef the same care and consideration through this process. She didn’t know how similar their experiences were but it was the only frame of reference she had to go on. The way Stef talked about her body lately, and her feelings towards it, echoed the way Lena had felt about her own. And she was certain that downstairs just now she had noticed the same shift in her that Stef had picked up on that day in the shower. The one that meant she was ready to forgive her body for its betrayal.

Lena moved her fingers from their home in Stef’s hair, though she knew they’d be back there again soon. She kissed her with soft, parted lips, relieved when Stef fell into rhythm without hesitation. Her hands slid down Stef’s back so she could tug her gray plaid shirt from the waist of her jeans. While Stef’s hands gripped her waist, Lena danced her long fingers beneath the fabric across the small of her back, around her ribs and over her hips, careful to keep her hands in neutral territory.

Stef was so relieved that Lena didn’t hate her hair this short. She would have done it anyway because she needed to. Since the first inconclusive mammogram, everything had been happening to her. Being held captive to life’s terrifying whims, being forced to face her own mortality and take her survival into her own hands in such a drastic way had put something as trivial as a hair cut into perspective. She would survive if she didn’t like it herself. Or if people thought she looked like a dyke. Or even if Lena hated it. It was her body, her decision, and cutting it had given her back a sense of power that she had lost in this process. But she was still self-conscious about her body and despite Lena’s reassurances, Stef couldn’t shake the fear that she wouldn’t find her attractive anymore. So, when Lena couldn’t keep her hands out of her hair and Stef saw the spark of desire in her eyes, so familiar and undeniable, it brought a sense of relief that was about more than just her hair.

The delicate way Lena kissed her was like a beacon through the fog after being lost at sea. For the first time in months, she started to feel like she knew who she was. Not a patient but a person. A woman. Like the body she walked around in was more than a vessel. It belonged to her again. Now, as Lena’s fingers traipsed beneath her shirt, it was like her skin remembered her. As though Lena was waking her after a long, restless sleep and the more she touched, the more Stef’s body opened to her and welcomed her back home.

Lena’s hands left her skin and Stef broke their kiss to look down when she felt the fabric of her shirt flutter against her stomach. Her wife undid the lowest button of her shirt. Stef watched as Lena’s fingers moved up to the next button while Lena’s eyes were on Stef. She took her time, not to tease as she might have another time, but to gauge. With each button she moved slower, waiting for even a flicker of discomfort to cross Stef’s face. But her wife just observed, her face engaged but relaxed, so Lena continued until her shirt hung open to reveal an enticing streak of skin.

When she finished, Stef smiled at her perfect wife and cupped her face in her hand, caressing her thumb over her cheek.

“I’m fine, love.” Her words were hushed with appreciation for Lena’s caution and tenderness as she gave Stef the space to feel vulnerable. It was so nurturing, so full of love, and so Lena. But what Stef needed was not to feel fragile anymore. She’d already felt that way for too long. “You’re not going to break me into a million pieces.”

A tight, self-conscious smile pulled at Lena’s closed lips, worry creasing her brow. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know,” Stef’s head tilted to one side, a knowing smile making lines around the corners of her eyes. “But it’s okay. I’m ready.” Taking Lena’s face in both her hands, Stef brought her in for another kiss, pouring her gratitude into it so that Lena was sure to feel it.

It was Lena who broke their kiss this time, pulling back so she could look Stef in the eye.

“If you’re uncomfortable or if you want to stop… I want you to tell me, okay?” Lena held her wife’s gaze steady. She needed Stef to know, to really know, that her comfort was the only thing that mattered. Even if she thought she was ready now, there was no point at which she couldn’t change her mind.

“Okay.” The word was quiet but sure. It was acknowledgement and understanding. It was permission. With one single word, Stef tore down the last wall she’d put up to protect herself, allowing Lena behind the final barrier between them.

A smile crept across Lena’s face and, reassured, she ran her hands up the length of Stef’s arms. She pushed her shirt from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as her own doubts fell away, replaced with the desire she’d been trying to temper. One hand found its way back into her hair as she drew Stef into her and kissed her again, the other hand gliding down to rest over her heart.

The familiarity of Lena’s touch and the way Stef’s body reacted to her was comforting in a way she hadn’t realized she would need. Their kiss was still slow and soft but as tongues joined lips, an undercurrent of heat made her skin tingle. As much as she had feared Lena would no longer find her attractive, she hadn’t realized she was just as afraid that her insecurities about the changes to her body would leave her incapable of desire. Arousal had been so rare and fleeting since her surgery that she was starting to feel broken. But as Lena’s body leaned into her and her fingernails scraped against her scalp, Stef felt the pulse begin between her thighs that assured her everything was working just fine.

Lena’s fingertips began a slow trail down to the upper edge of Stef’s surgical bra. Though the muscles in her neck stiffened, Stef just focused on the way Lena made her feel.

Lena’s fingers inched further along the top edge of the bra until she reached the zipper.

“Is it alright if I take it off?” She looked at Stef, her face soft and free of expectations. “It’s okay if you want to leave it on.”

Stef hesitated for a moment then shook her head.

“It’s okay.” As she watched Lena drag the zipper down the center, she realized that she was desperate to get this part over with.

Lena pushed the garment open and slid it from Stef’s shoulders. She could see the tension in Stef’s rigid back and could feel the anxiety coming from her.

“Can I touch them?” she asked.

“If you want to.”

“I do.”

Stef nodded and Lena raised a tentative hand to the fresh purple scar of one breast. She ran her fingertips, featherlight, over the length of it then repeated the motion on the other side. Glancing up at her, Stef’s face was unreadable. She added a little more pressure and broadened her touch out to the surface of Stef’s breasts, exploring with delicate fingers. The expanders were harder than she expected them to be and still small with only one filling of several that would occur over the coming weeks.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” she asked.

“No,” Stef said, her tone deliberately neutral. “But I also can’t feel it.”

Lena’s hands froze. She worried about how to respond, afraid a wrong reaction would make Stef pull away. After a moment of hesitation, against her initial instinct to remove her hands, she cupped Stef’s breasts and kneaded them, adding more pressure while being careful not to overdo it and hurt her.

“Can you feel this?” Lena asked, letting the smallest sultry note thread into her voice.

The corners of Stef’s closed lips turned up, her face finally softening. “I can.”

As she continued the gentle massage, Lena pressed a few kisses to Stef’s lips.

“Does it bother you that you don’t have a lot of feeling?” Lena asked, one hand sliding down around to the small of Stef’s back while the other grew still between their bodies.

“Not really,” Stef answered with a shrug. “It’s a little weird, I guess, and it would be nice if I got some more back. But I just like that I can still feel you. Even if it’s different.” Stef paused for a moment. “Does it bother you?”

Lena’s eyes turned up to meet Stef’s. A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as a familiar glint came to her eyes. Stef had seen that look a thousand times. Mischievous and full of desire, that look meant only one thing and seeing it told Stef everything she needed to know.

“Not at all.” Lena confirmed what Stef already knew before bringing her lips down to join her hand.

She kissed Stef’s scars before venturing out over the rest of her skin. Lena was keenly aware of the amount of vulnerability Stef was showing her by allowing her to touch her body purely for her own pleasure and she didn’t take that for granted. Even in this in-between state, she worshipped these breasts. She didn’t care that they were different. She didn’t care that she would have to learn them and love them in a way that was new. They were Stef’s and she would love them just as she loved every single part of her.

As she explored, every so often Stef would react to her touch and she would linger there, sucking gently, scraping her teeth over it. Giving Stef as much as she could and savoring every second.

Stef watched her and felt a wave of adoration wash over her. She didn’t feel much of what she did. It was almost like feeling it through someone else’s skin, though she felt the firmer kisses in the muscles beneath and the way her fingers pressed harder than normal. But her wife’s arousal was radiating off of her. It was clear she was lost in it as she became acquainted with this new part of Stef’s body and knowing that Lena was getting pleasure out of it made the experience more erotic than Stef ever imagined it could be. She had prepared for her breasts to be something that was just ignored during sex. An awkward afterthought at most. She hadn’t expected this and it filled her with a burning need for her wife. Her love. Her Lena.

Stef drew Lena back up into a deep kiss. She pushed her sweater from her shoulders and Lena finished shrugging out of it. After pulling away just long enough to get her out of her shirt, she then sank back into the embrace, urging it deeper while her cool hands roamed the silky skin of her wife’s warm back.

Lena’s hands dragged down Stef’s body, her fingertips leaving a burning trail in their wake. She tugged at Stef’s belt and shoved her jeans and underwear down her hips before breaking away to slip off her own.

With one arm around her waist, Stef pulled Lena in against her. She kissed her neck; the smell of her so warm and familiar, like home. As she swept her tongue along the peak of her collarbone, Lena’s hands sank back into her hair. Her head tipped back and she sighed through parted lips. Stef kissed and nipped at her neck and shoulders and Lena’s obvious desire made her feel powerful. She had let so much come between them that she had forgotten how good it felt to have Lena so undone by her.

She wanted to lift her and carry her to the bed the way she did whenever she needed to feel strong and in control. She loved the way it made her feel and she knew that Lena loved it, too. But she still wasn’t allowed to lift much weight so she settled for what she could do, urging her wife backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed, forcing her to sit. Standing between her legs, Stef used Lena’s thighs to pull her flush against her. Their lips met again and heat burned between them as they melted into each other.

When Stef plunged her hand into her hair, the tug of her fingers wrapping around the curls at the nape of her neck made Lena’s heart pound harder. This fire was unexpected but she reveled in the flames, soaking up their heat. She gasped when Stef pushed her onto the bed and shivered at the lust in her eyes as she stripped her of her bra and took in the sight of her naked body. It had been far too long since her wife had looked at her like that.

At Stef’s urging, Lena moved back further into the center of the bed. Her pulse raced as her wife spread her legs apart and came to kneel between them. Stef dragged her way up Lena’s body, using her mouth to travel from the top of her dark curls, kissing her belly and hips and ribs, leaving warm, wet trails along her breasts, sucking one of her dark nipples until she drew out a moan. She continued up her chest and neck to nip at the soft underside of her chin, all the way to her lips where she was received with an untamed hunger.

Every inch of Lena’s body smoldered so hot she expected flames to burst from her skin at any moment. No one made her feel the way Stef did. When her attention was on her, it was like Lena was the only woman who existed and she craved that feeling every waking moment. But now, as much as she wanted to bask in it and let Stef take her, a warning bell was sounding. It was too soon. Stef was still healing and Lena knew, just by the intensity of their embrace, that she would overdo it.

She wrapped a leg around Stef’s back, pulling her down against her but when she tried to roll them, Stef resisted. Even after surgery and weeks of inactivity, Lena was no match for her wife’s strength. Her attempt to take control just spurred Stef on. She bit at Lena’s lips and rocked her body against hers, the feeling of her hips moving against the dripping heat between her legs making Lena wonder why she was resisting at all. But Stef’s health took priority, even over the aching want of her own body. Determined, Lena scraped her fingernails through the hair at the back of Stef’s head while pushing her other hand down between them and into Stef’s wet curls. Her wife growled against her lips before pulling back and catching Lena’s wrist.

“Nice try, sweetheart,” Stef muttered, tugging Lena’s hand out from between them. She kissed her wet fingertips before pinning her hand against the mattress above her head. As she lowered her lips to Lena’s jawline, she captured her other hand and pinned it beside the first.

“Stef.”

“Yes, my love?” Stef looked down at her with amusement dancing in her eyes.

“You’re still healing.”

“I’m fine.”

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I won’t,” she promised and as she dragged her open mouth along the length of her wife’s neck, her hot breath washing over her skin, up to capture her lips again, Lena’s resolve faded. She arched up against her and, against her better judgment, returned her kiss with equal passion.

Stef widened her legs, pushing her pelvis down harder until Lena’s feet came off the mattress. When Lena wrapped her legs around her hips, desire streaked through Stef and she realized what she desperately needed.

“Lena.”

“Yes?” she breathed.

“I want to fuck you.”

Lena’s stomach tightened and she moaned against Stef’s lips. “You mean—”

“Yes.” She kissed Lena again, bruising her lips with the force of it.

“You have to promise that you won’t hurt yourself. That you’ll stop if it’s too much.” Lena pulled away to look at her wife, sobering enough to make her point clear.

“Cross my heart,” Stef muttered, grinning back down at her.

Lena pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, searching for an ounce of rationality or self-control and coming up empty. “Okay.”

“I’ll be right back,” Stef said, desire already pooling in her stomach as she sat up.

“Stef?” Lena caught Stef’s arm so she looked back at her, eyebrows raised in question. “I want the pink one.”

“Yes, my love.” A crooked smile tilted Stef’s lips as she leaned down to kiss Lena again before sauntering to the bathroom.

When she returned, she donned a black harness fitted with Lena’s requested toy. Lena had moved and was leaning against the pillows in the center of the bed, waiting for Stef with one leg out straight, her other leg bent to reveal the enticing skin of her inner thigh.

Stef couldn’t resist it. Distracted from her original destination by Lena’s long, lean legs, Stef climbed onto the bed and slid her hand up the length of soft brown skin, pushing Lena’s knee to open her hip so she could follow her hand with her mouth.

As Stef devoured her thigh, Lena bent her other leg to make room for her wife between them. She didn’t even know how they’d gotten here. She hadn’t had anything like this in mind when she had made her suggestion downstairs. She had thought they would lie together, maybe make out while Stef got used to letting Lena see and touch her body again. But Stef obviously knew what she needed and that was exactly what she would get.

Electricity coursed through her when Stef moved on to her other leg. Her lips were up at the very top of her thigh, just inches away from the source of the pulsing ache that Lena felt in every inch of her body. Stef’s fingertips grazed over the length of her, so light she would have sworn she imagined it if not for her breath hitching and her back arching as her body searched for more. She pushed her fingers into the hair at the top of Stef’s head and urged her to look at her, lips parted and her eyes heavy with want.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

“I do, sweetheart,” Stef purred.

“Then come here and fuck me.”

Stef raised her eyebrows but didn’t resist as Lena tugged her up to her. She wore a devilish grin as their faces came level, hovering over her desperate lover, just out of reach. She ran her thumb over her lips at the same time as she pushed her knees beneath Lena’s thighs, urging her legs wider.

Lena’s fingers played with the hair at the nape of her neck.

“I’m so glad you like it.”

She dragged her fingernails over her scalp.

“I love it.”

“You’re not going to miss pulling it?” Stef asked, a teasing smile on her lips.

“Not at all,” Lena said, her voice down in her chest as she gripped a handful of blonde hair at the crown of Stef’s head and pulled her down to her.

Their mouths came together. Urgent lips were parted by eager tongues. Warm breath mingled with moans as their hearts beat faster together. Stef anchored her weight on her left arm and brought the other hand down between them. There was no need for more foreplay. Lena was hot and wet, more than ready, so she guided the toy as she pressed her hips down and slid into her.

A shuddered sigh rushed against Stef’s lips as Lena stretched to accommodate her. One hand was still in Stef’s hair, the other arm wrapped around her back, gripping her shoulder. Stef kissed her again as she pulled almost all the way out and pressed back into her, drawing out a throaty moan. She set a steady rhythm, rocking her pelvis up to rub her clit with each stroke.

Lena’s inner muscles worked in time with Stef and every thrust sent an ache of pleasure through her body. She wrapped her legs around Stef’s thighs, urging her deeper. Her head fell to the side, eyes closed, teeth clamped down on her lip. Stef kissed her jaw, beneath her ear, down her neck. She quickened her pace. Their sweat-slick bodies slid against one another, their labored breathing growing louder as Lena’s body began to shake. Her fingernails dug into Stef’s shoulder and just when she was sure it was all too much, she cried out as every muscle in her body tensed with wave after wave of pleasure.

As Lena came down, her body heaving with every breath and her limbs still wrapped around her, Stef relaxed her weight down onto her. It seemed her wife’s concerns hadn’t been unfounded. There was a dull ache in the muscles of her chest but Stef didn’t care. It was well worth it. It wasn’t a terrible pain, anyway. Just soreness from having her weight on her forearms for so long. And she wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not while she was, quite literally, wrapped in Lena’s love.

Stef nuzzled her neck until Lena turned her head and kissed her. A quiet, satisfied hum spilled onto Stef’s lips, making her smile. The fingers of one hand were stroking the hair at the nape of her neck again. It sent a shiver down Stef’s spine. Lena really loved her hair and, somehow, knowing that and knowing how much it turned her on and how much she wanted her was overwhelming. No one had ever wanted her the way Lena wanted her. The way she always had, from the very beginning. Stef realized in that moment, as Lena clung to her, already trying to deepen their embrace again, that she had played as much a part in their recent problems as Lena had. All Lena wanted was for Stef to be present and to see her for all she was.

She saw her now. Everything she had fallen in love with was still there, right in front of her. The way Lena loved with a quiet ferocity. Her devotion to their family and her willingness to sacrifice anything for them. Her tender heart and gentle hands. The passion and fire beneath her calm exterior, hidden by poise and grace but always burning. That fire was what she loved the most. It had drawn her in from the very first moment—bright and glowing in her eyes—and Stef had never been able to look away. In that moment, looking down into that still-burning fire, she vowed to never take her love for granted again.

Lena’s hands gripped Stef’s waist and she kissed her with intent. As much as Stef wanted to continue, the pain in her chest was more persistent than the need pulsing between her thighs. She lightened the kiss before pressing one final, tender kiss to Lena’s lips.

“I think I should probably take it easy, love. But I’ll take a raincheck.” She winked at Lena before pulling out and sitting up. She tugged off the harness and dropped it over the edge of the bed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Stef reached for the blanket folded at the bottom of the bed, wincing as she did.

“Honey, are you okay?” Lena sat up, worry on her face as she reached for her wife.

“I’m fine. I just overdid it a little.”

Lena let out a frustrated sigh, shaking her head.

“Lay down,” she commanded and Stef knew better than to argue. She laid back as Lena pulled the blanket up over them and then laid down beside her. “I shouldn’t have let you. I knew it was too soon.”

“Honey, I’m fine.” She tilted Lena a look that told her she was overreacting. “I would have stopped before I hurt myself. I’m just a little sore, that’s all.”

“We still should have waited. We—”

“No, don’t.” Stef cut her off. “Don’t regret anything. I’m glad that it happened. I needed it to happen. I needed…” she trailed off, not quite sure of her own feelings. “I needed the proof that my body being… Being different wasn’t going to change anything, that— That we weren’t going to lose us in all of this and that you…” she let the thought hang unspoken.

“That I would still want you,” Lena finished, her words hushed.

Stef dropped her gaze and shrugged one shoulder up to her ear, guilty that she had ever doubted Lena’s love. Lena regarded her with sympathy and understanding, her eyes bright with tenderness.

“Honey, you have nothing to worry about. I love your body. I love your breasts. I loved them before, I love them now, and I will continue to love every form and iteration of them from here on out because they are a part of you.”

“Even with all the scars and the fake nipples and—”

“Yes.” Lena interrupted. “No matter what,” she promised. When Stef didn’t speak, Lena sought out her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Do you remember, after you were shot, how I avoided looking at your scar? And how I had to learn to accept it and to be okay with it?”

Stef nodded, her eyes searching Lena’s as she listened.

“That’s because what it meant scared me. The risk of losing you was still there and the scar was a constant reminder. But these scars—” Lena ran her free hand over the fresh, thick scars of one of Stef’s breasts, “I’ve loved from the very beginning because these are a reminder that you will do anything, sacrifice anything to stay with me.” She brought Stef’s hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to the back, her eyes closed against a sudden wave of emotion. When she looked back up at her wife, her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Thank you.” The sentiment, whispered through her clogged throat, felt inconsequential compared to her overwhelming gratitude but words didn’t exist to express how she felt. Stef was the absolute love of her life and she never wanted to know what losing her would feel like. Just facing the possibility, both times, had almost broken her. If it ever happened… Surely, she would die of a broken heart.

A few tears trickled over the bridge of Lena’s nose and down her cheek, falling onto the pillow. A small, sweet smile pulled at Stef’s lips as she wiped them away.

“I’m not going anywhere, love.” Stef whispered the promise then kissed Lena’s forehead. “If you want to get rid of me, you’ll have to take me out yourself,” she teased, making Lena laugh. “That’s better.” She drew her fingertips down over Lena’s temple to cup her cheek. “I don’t want anymore tears shed for me, got it?” She raised her eyebrows in warning as a grin tugged at her mouth.

Lena nodded and wiped away the remaining tears from her eyes.

“Good.” Stef kissed her and pushed a stray curl away from her face. “Because I’m the one who should be thanking you.”

“For what?”

“For this afternoon. For… for your constant support, through all of this. I know it wasn’t always easy—” Stef’s eyes darted away and she wet her lips, a faint pink coloring her cheeks. “That I wasn’t always easy,” she corrected and looked back at her wife. “But you were right by my side the whole time and I’m so… so grateful. For everything. For you loving me. Even when I’m bullheaded and stubborn. For everything you do for our family. And most of all, for you accepting me exactly as I am, even when I struggle to accept myself.”

Lena’s lips turned up in a tender smile. “I just want you to see yourself as the incredible woman I see every day instead of focusing on the things you think are flaws. Because I love all of those things, too.” Lena held Stef’s gaze, not letting her escape the honest praise, even as her ears burned red. “You have always been everything I want. And you always will be.”

Stef’s chest tightened and the itch of tears pricked at the back of her eyes. Lena’s love was everything and sometimes, especially when life got tough, she needed the reminder that she loved her, flaws and all. But after the intensity and vulnerability of the afternoon, it was too much. With no more words to express her love, she tilted Lena’s chin up with the fingers of one hand, and kissed her. Whether or not it was enough, it was all she had left to give.

They laid together in silence with their foreheads resting together, legs entwined, wrapped in each other’s arms. She was just on the edge of sleep when Lena untangling herself from her grip pulled her back awake. She grunted her dissatisfaction and held on tighter.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Lena said as she let Stef tug her back, dropping her face down into the crook of her neck. “I’d love to stay but someone’s got to feed the kids.”

“Can’t they fend for themselves?” Stef whined. “They’re old enough.”

“Their idea of fending for themselves is ordering pizza with our debit card.” Lena dusted a few lazy kisses along Stef’s neck and shoulder. “Do you remember how much pizza Jesús can eat?”

Stef groaned and flopped onto her back, her mouth pursed in a pout that could rival Mariana’s best. “Damn those kids.”

Lena chuckled as she stood and gathered their clothes from the floor. She tossed Stef’s onto the bed beside her then began pulling her own back on.

“Do you need help getting dressed?”

Stef shook her head. “I’m fine, love. There’s no need to fuss.”

Lena looked unconvinced as she shrugged back into her sweater and crossed over to her wife, who winced again as she maneuvered back into her bra. Picking Stef’s shirt up from the bed, she helped guide it on, ignoring the way Stef rolled her eyes.

“I want you to try to sleep until dinner’s ready. Are your pain meds up here or downstairs?”

“I don’t need pain meds and I don’t need to stay in bed,” Stef said as Lena began buttoning her shirt.

“Stef—”

“Lena.” Stef took hold of her wife’s hands, pulling them away from her shirt and holding them down by their hips. When Lena looked up at her, the stubbornness in her eyes turned Stef’s annoyance into endearment and a smile crinkled the corners of her eyes. “I know you’re worried and I love that you want to take care of me but I’m fine. I’m just a little sore, that’s it. Nothing a couple of Advil can’t fix. So, please, stop worrying. If I need something, you’ll be the first to know. Promise.” Lena pursed her lips but sighed and shook her head. “Okay. I’m sorry. But I still want you to lay down and rest for a bit before dinner.”

Stef looked poised to argue but closed her mouth when Lena raised her eyebrows. “Fine,” she conceded. “But after that, no more fussing.”

Lena nodded. “No more fussing.”

Stef took Lena’s face in her hands and kissed her with a smile on her lips. “Now, go feed the hungry masses before they revolt.”

Lena rolled her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now, go,” Stef insisted, giving Lena’s hips a gentle push backwards and pointing toward the door.

“Alright, alright!” Lena stepped back as Stef sat down on the edge of the bed, finishing the buttons on her shirt. “But I don’t want to see you downstairs until dinner is ready.”

“Lena.” Stef shot her a deadly look that only just covered her amusement.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m going!” With her hands up in surrender, Lena backed up around the bed. When she reached the door she looked back over her shoulder at her wife who was smiling as she laid back down, and her mind drifted back to her earlier thoughts. Maybe this hadn’t been as much like that afternoon in the shower as she’d thought it would be. Maybe they hadn’t needed the same things. But Stef had gotten what she needed and that was all that mattered. What did feel the same was Lena’s sureness in knowing that no matter what darkness they faced, as long as they kept chasing the sun, there would always be light on the horizon. Even if sometimes they had to carry each other along the way.

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riseandshinelittleblossom · 5 years

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Down and Dirty in Nashville Pt. 2~ Dirty Little Secrets

loThis is another entry into the marvelous Cordonians Gone Wild AU created by @speedyoperarascalparty @ao719 @cocomaxley and @leelee10898 . thanks again ladies for inviting me along! Catch up here.

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Stephanie awoke with a sinful sensation coursing through her body. Peering over her shoulder she found Maxwell, chest pressed against her back as he planted gentle kisses to the back of her neck. She felt his fingers between her thighs gently stroking her core.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he hummed “Happy Birthday.”

“Maxwell?”

“Did you think I forgot? It's your birthday, Red. I wanna start your day off special.” He pressed his lips to her shoulder, then her shoulder blade, and finally the top of her spine before she rolled to face him.

“And what exactly did you have in mind?” she giggled.

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Stephanie and Maxwell joined their friends in the kitchen. Alicia and Leo were making pancakes while Liam was frying bacon.

“So I've got bad news. Our dinner reservations are being pushed to tomorrow night. Something about a banquet...anyway we were double booked. So it looks like we need new plans for tonight.” Anitah told everyone as she came into the kitchen, phone in hand.

“Don't think we've forgotten that you all lost last night's bet either.” Alicia said pointing at the guys with her spatula.

“That's right! You all will still have to dress up like us for dinner tomorrow.” Gen reminded.

“False. That wasn't a win. Maxwell cheated. The little turncoat. He went to perform with your team.” Leo scoffed.

“Hey! They were having more fun than we did! I couldn't help myself.” Maxwell defended himself and Liam shook his head.

“Leo's right. Maxwell voided the bet.”

“No way, guys. A win is a win. We expect you all to look gorgeous tomorrow. You too, Maxie.” Stephanie grinned. The guys rolled their eyes.

“Fine. But from here on out, you ladies can have Beaumont. We see where his loyalties lie. Stef, you can stick with us.” Drake commented.

“Well it's my little Rosebud's birthday today. I say we go dancing to celebrate.” Maxwell chimed in.

“It's your birthday, Stef? I had no idea. Happy birthday!” Pam exclaimed.

A chorus of happy birthdays later and everyone agreed to a night of bar hopping and dancing in downtown Nashville.

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“More booze?” Rashad asked, already a little more than tipsy as they all stumbled into the rental house.

“Hell yes! Drake you be bartender!” Stephanie shouted, the alcohol already coursing through her veins amplifying her voice.

Drake rolled his eyes reluctantly letting go of his wife's waist to take his place behind the kitchen island. We waved his hand over the dozen or so bottles of liquor scattered on the counter.

“The ladies each get ONE drink outta me, then it's someone else's turn to keep bar.” he announced, already mixing the first drink. He dropped in a sprig of mint leaves and pushed it across the counter.

“Here ya go, Brooks.” He laughed as Anitah grabbed the mojito with a smile.

“Who's next? How about the birthday girl?” He nodded towards Stephanie.

“Long island iced teeeeeeeeea.” She giggled leaning so far over Maxwell's lap she nearly fell over.

“Careful, Red. Let's try to stay up right.” Her fiance laughed. He'd seen Stephanie casually drink before. He'd even seen her a little tipsy, but this was like a whole new side of the love of his life and it amused him.

Drake approached the couch where the couple sat a few moments later, long island iced tea in hand and an uncharacteristic smug grin on his lips.

“This time it's my turn to get your girl white girl wasted, Beaumont. Think you can handle her?” He joked.

“I am NOOOOOT white girl wasted, Drake. I'm birthday girl sauced thank you.” Stephanie clarified. Maxwell and Drake shared a look as the ladies laughed.

A beer for Gen, a glass of Cabernet for Pam and a Malibu bay breeze for Alicia and Drake finally returned to the living room, taking his seat next to Pam, one arm around her shoulder.

The fellas had filtered in and out of the kitchen already, pouring their own drinks and Leo was the last to return, with a bowl, some paper and pens, and his drink, completing their circle as he plopped down between Gen and Alicia on the floor.

“Okay, okay..so the rules are you have to write a secret…” Stephanie explained, her speech slurred. “Don't show innie-one then throw em in the bowl. We mix em up and take turns readin em. Everyone has to guess who wrote that secret. If you guess right good for you. If you guess wrong, even better cuz ya gotta drank.”

“Anyone else notice how strong her accent is when she drinks?” Maxwell chuckled. Stephanie shushed him, playfully elbowing his side.

“Oh yeah, we've noticed.” Gen laughed.

Everyone scrawled down a secret, tossing the balled up papers into the bowl and Stephanie shook them around. She arched an eyebrow at Brad who stood in the corner, ever vigilant.

“Hey there, cowboy. Will you do us a solid and read these? It's no fun if we can guess the handwriting.”

Brad took the bowl, picking up a few balls and dropping them, further mixing the selections.

“Okay first secret: my significant other and I had sex in Bastien's bed.” Brad read, his eyes going wide as some in the group began to snicker.

“Hmmmm.its either Leo or Alicia...I'm bettin Leo.” Stephanie announced.

“Look at his face! It's totally Leo!” Gen agreed.

After a few more guesses Leo revealed that, yes it was his secret.

Brad reached back into the bowl. “Okay, uh….” Brad's face had suddenly become a deep shade of crimson. His eyes flicked toward Rashad and he took a giant scissor step backwards, away from the group.

“C'mon Brad. Read it already!” Anitah called. He gulped and finally read, “I slept with Anitah's security guard, Brad.”

The ladies giggled wildly as Drake, Alicia and Pam all pointed at Gen.

Rashad arched an eyebrow in his girlfriend's direction.

“I totally did, okay? It's my secret!” She said taking a long pull of her beer.

“Was he good? He looks like he'd be good in bed…” Pam giggled

Gen narrowed her eyes at her friend, purposely avoiding Rashad's gaze as she turned a bright shade of red, before finally answering, “Mmmmhmm. Yep. Really good, Pam.”

“Next secret!” Brad exclaimed speedily grabbing another paper. “It says ‘my golden number is 8. 8 people.”

“Well we know it's not mine.” Leo laughed, hands up defensively. “Is it Liam?”

“That's a.. how did Stephanie say it? That's a draaaank.” Liam poorly attempted a southern drawl. “It's not my secret, brother.”

A few more incorrect guesses were shouted and finally Pam said, “We know it's not Anitah, Leo, Liam, Gen, or me. I know it isn't Drake…”

“Wait why does it just say people?” Leo asked.

“Obviously so it doesn't give away the answer by saying men or women.” Drake rolled his eyes.

“Or perhaps because it means BOTH men and women.” Rashad chimed in.

“My guess is Stephanie.” Leo said crossing his arms over his chest. “And I'm also willing to bet that Rashad is right. She's been with chicks AND dudes.”

Stephanie raised her glass, gently bowing her head in Leo's direction. “Guilty as charged.” She drawled and took a sip of her long island iced tea, her fiance's bottom jaw smacking the floor.

“No….not my Rosebud. I feel like this is something we should have already taken advantage of somehow.” He commented.

“Wait, I'm...I'm confused. Stephanie has been with 8 guys? That's what we're talking about?” Drake chimed in.

“No, Drake. Your cousin has been with 8 PEOPLE.” Pam tried to explain, but her husband just blinked at her, clearly still confused.

“Drake it's because I'm-” Stephanie started but Pam cut her off.

“I'll explain it to you later, baby. Let's move onto the next secret.”

“This one says: I've slept with Olivia Nevrakis….multiple times.” Brad dutifully read the next paper.

“That's Drake Walker! I know it, I know it!” Stephanie exclaimed, and Drake looked as if he were about to lunge across the room at her. Liam's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped momentarily. The king quickly corrected his features while Maxwell spit his drink in a wide spray all over Brad's legs. “S-sorry, Brad. Drake slept with Livvy?”

Pam quirked an eyebrow. “Figured as much. Oh and by the way, remind me to thank her for all she taught you.”

Drake looked at his feet, unable to meet Pam's eyes, even if she'd taken it in good humor.

“Can we move on please?” He asked.

“Moving on!” Brad declared. “I spit in Madeline's food.”

Everyone pointed at Alicia who merely shrugged, proud of herself as she took a swig. “She deserved it.”

“I slept with Kiara Castelsarreillan.” Brad said.

The group exchanged glances. “Um...was that a confession, Brad? Because ew.” Anitah piped up, but the guard shook his head. “It's a secret, your majesty.”

All eyes fell to Drake who scrunched his nose is disgust. “ You guys JUST read mine. I only put one secret in there.” Everyone took a drink, contemplating their next guesses.

“Gotta be Rashad. That's my guess.” Maxwell announced, and Rashad sheepishly nodded.

Pam threw her head back in the deepest belly laugh imaginable, finger thrust towards Genevieve in an accusatory fashion.

Gen looked appalled as she glared at Rashad, screwing her face into a disgusted scowl.“Really? How long ago was this? Do I need to have my skin bleached?!”

“Years ago! I was nineteen and drunk. It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Rashad explained.

“Only a few left.” Brad stated uncrumpling the next paper. “Olivia Nevrakis took my v-card.”

“Liam. If Drake slept with her, Liam definitely did.” Alicia guessed.

“Sorry to disappoint, Alicia, but I did not give my virginity to the duchess.” Liam replied as Anitah smiled at him. Liam gulped inaudibly.

“S'gotta be Maxie then. Was it you, baby? Who's this Olivia chick anyway?” Stephanie questioned.

Pam reached for her phone and swiped a bit. “She has been really helpful with fundraising for the clinic, actually. Here's a pic of us at the last fundraiser we did.” She passed the device to Stef who looked over the tall, thin fiery haired woman standing next to Pam.

“That must be where Maxwell's red hair kink started!” Gen bellowed, slapping her knee jovially. Stephanie handed Pam her phone and her head snapped in her fiance's direction. “What?” He asked defensively. “I do NOT have a red hair kink. That's not the only thing I love about you. It's just a coincidence.”

“Coincidence my ass!” Anitah called, fingers flying over the screen of her smartphone. She thrust the screen in Stephanie's direction, a picture of Maxwell clearly intoxicated, dancing with a woman with bright red hair. Gen, Pam,and Alicia had other shots of Max with various red headed women. Even Leo showed Stephanie a picture of Maxwell grinding on a rather handsome ginger man.

“Looks like you're just full of secrets, aren't you Beaumont?” Stephanie asked, folding her arms across her chest, a smug look on her face.

“It isn't...like...that….thanks a lot guys!” Max stammered, his cheeks flushing.

“On to the next. I was in a brief but steamy relationship with Isaiah Domvallier.” Brad announced.

“Steamy? What the hell does that mean?” Drake barked in Pam's direction.

She sunk deeper into the couch. “How do you know it was my secret?” She asked innocently.

“Well it certainly isn't Liam's.” He retorted.

“ Okay, so it was me, but it was before you Drake, honest. It was very brief.”

“And steamy...I heard. How many times?” Drake's jaw clenched.

“Aw Drake, come on. Green ain't your color!” Stephanie chided.

“A few. No more than ten.” Pam admitted and Drakes fists tightened into perfect balls.

“I knew he was shady...no offense Rashad.”

Rashad laughed, “ None taken. That relationship is actually how I met Pam in the first place.”

“Final secret.” Brad began and all eyes turned to Liam, everyone knowing it had to be his.

“I slept with Olivia Nevrakis.”

Drake and Maxwell shared a look before turning back to Liam.

Anitah was fuming.

“When? How many times, Liam?!”

Liam fumbled with his fingers nervously, looking directly at Anitah. “ I...well...it was a long time ago. Before my social season.”

“You said you didn't sleep with her.” Anitah accused, poking the king in his chest, one hand on her hip.

“I said she didn't take my virginity, Nitah. I never said I didn't sleep with her.”

“Well there's another good question! If not Liv, then who? Who got the king's v-card?”

You could practically see the steam rising from Anitah's ears as she crossed her arms.

“Nitah…” Liam began, but his wife's raised eyebrows told him that he'd better find an answer.

“If Drake leaves, I will gladly tell you.”

“Oh, no way in hell am I leaving now, Li. I wanna hear this.” Drake smiled.

Liam rolled his eyes. “Alright fine. But may I remind you, if you hit me it's treason. I lost my virginity to….Savannah Walker.” Liam squared his shoulders trying to look regal. “Are you happy now, Anitah?”

The queen's jaw dropped open momentarily. “ Savannah I can live with, but Olivia..we will definitely be talking about this again.”

“Well I'm sure as hell not happy now. What the fuck, Liam? My little sister? Really?” Drake snarled. His face was beet red and his jaw was clenched. Drake looked as if her we're a bomb about to explode. Pam placed a hand on his shoulder, silently calming her husband by measures.

“I'm very sorry Drake. I should have told you sooner.” Liam replied, embarrassed.

“Well I guess Duchess Lythikos has certainly made her rounds among the court.” Rashad laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“What about Anitahs secret?” Alicia asked as Brad placed the empty bowl on the table.

Anitah looked like a doe in headlights.

“I guess I forgot to throw one in.” She shrugged.

“Well that's not fair. I want to know your secret.” Liam demanded.

“How does it feel to want, my king?” Anitah asked.

The ladies laughed as they watched Liam's famous vein pop out of his neck as he gritted his teeth.

“ This isn't funny, my queen. Rules are rules. What's your secret?”

The queen placed a finger to her chin, mock-thinking.

“I know! Why don't you go find Olivia and ask her for a secret, Liam?”

Although they had had a good time playing the secrets game, everyone was still just a little tense as the couples headed off to bed.

Stephanie starfished atop the bed, tilting her head to the side as Maxwell slipped the shoes off of her feet.

“Did you have a happy birthday, Rosebud?” He asked and she smiled against the sheets.

“Mmmhmmm. Oh, but did you have fun too? It's your stag party weekend after all.” She questioned sitting up to face him.

“As long as I'm with you I'm having fun.” He laughed, sliding her shirt over her head, replacing it with one of her silk nightgowns. She leaned back and drunkenly peeled her skin-tight jeans down her legs as Maxwell pulled off his jeans and t-shirt, crawling into bed beside her.

“Good. And I can't wait to see how hot you and the guys will look tomorrow night for dinner.” She giggled, curling her body into him as the little spoon.

“Are you sure you ladies can handle the competition? I mean we are totally gonna slay tomorrow night. It's been a long time since Leo and I busted out our high heels.”

“A long time, huh? You have GOT to tell me that story, baby.”

“All in good time, Red. You'll get to hear all of the stories.” Maxwell assured her, but she was already asleep.

#cordoniansgonewild #cordonians gone wild AU #down and dirty in nashville #doe and stag weekend #maxwell x stephanie #liam x anitah #leo x alicia #drake x pam #rashad x genevieve #choices trr #trr fanfic #choices fanfiction #choices stories you play

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thenorthernrecords · 6 years

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The night was cloudy, and distant echos of thunderous booms promised a storm to come by morning fall. While the camp had grown quiet, there was still a restless feeling through out the air. There were people who took turns keeping watch through out the day and night, taking notice of any movement or sound. Finnegan was among those who kept watching in the middle of the night. He wasn’t able to rest well after the Battle of Wexford, where he had fought and aided many to escape the burning city. He had sustained an injury just over his eye -- a foe’s blade tip had cut him, and his reflexes saved his sight. There was a scar left, reminding him of how close he had come to losing an eye.

His family’s inn was burned to the ground, and his uncle had sustained terrible burns and wounds. The healers didn’t know if he’d make it, and all they could do it make him as comfortable as they could. His aunt was also hurt, but none of her injuries were life threatening. She was, however, distraught over his poor husband and it was exhaustion that finally lead her to rest. Finn sat outside their tent, pensively looking into the flames of the small fire he had made to keep himself warm during the quick cooling night. Footsteps made him look up, and his stern expression softened upon looking at Estefania, who gave a nervous smile.

“Hello. Mind if I join you for a bit?” She asked quietly.

Finn nodded and gestured towards a log adjacent to his, near the fire. Stef offered a more confident smile as she moved and sat where indicated.

“How are you doing?” Stef asked gently, a worried look now appearing on her face.

Finn sighed, and gave a small shrug.

“I’m alright. Just waiting for what’s next, really. I’m not happy about my uncle. It doesn’t look good. The healers are saying his burns are very severe.” He said in a low, rough voice, “By the way the healers are handling it, I don’t even think he has long. Fire took the life of my son, so the fact it may take my uncle isn’t something that’s easy to swallow.”

Finn refused to reveal how just how terribly upset he was by it all, so he kept looking at the fire, even after he finished speaking. Stef sighed sadly, closing her eyes. She opened them again, eying him with sadness in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Finn. Your uncle has always been so kind to me. If he awakes, I may go see him. I’m also sad for your aunt. The possibility of losing her husband must be so terrible... I don’t know what I’d do if I lost mine.“ She said sincerely, hugging herself as she spoke, “I heard what happened to the inn...”

Finn peered at her, giving her a half smile.

“Don’t worry about that. Inns can be remade, and rebuilt. Who told you about that? Slania?”

Finn watched Stef grimace at the mention of Slania, an upset look replacing the sympathetic expression she gave before. Her silence confirmed it to Finn.

“You know, I heard what happened. I don’t blame you for trying to help, but you need to understand: Slania, your father in law and I all hail from similar places. We have certain ways of dealing with family problems. It may seem...barbaric to you, but coming to blows to let out the anger resolves things better than you think.” Finn let out a dry laugh, “The longer men hold on to anger, the worst the outcome of it.”

“I felt helpless, Finn.” Stef finally replied, her green eyes glistening with sudden anger, “To see Levi take blow after blow. The Jarl did that to him, and now his father? She held me back and made me watch Levi get hurt again.”

Finn watched her eyes fill with tears and as she looked away, blinking them away. He understood where Stef was coming from, but he felt the whole situation between her and Slania was unnecessary.

“I know the Jarl did a number on Leviticus, and it’s awful that it happened but this is different.” He explained, leaning forward with his hands together. “This thing with your father in law had to happen. I don’t know them well, but since Keiran came, there was always this...tension around him and his son. I don’t know what’s happened between them and it’s none of my business, but I guess it boiled over once he hit him in front of all of us. I’m surprised your father in law didn’t beat him there and then. I would have! Hell, the two of them deserved a good blow to the face! I should have jumped in and obliged!”

Finn began to chuckle, but stopped when Stef turned to give him an upset pout. He rolled his eyes.

“I’m joking, lass. Relax.” He said dryly, “My point is, that was bound to happen. Your husband has issues with his Da and his Da has issues with him. That fight probably hashed out a great deal of them, at least the immediate things between them. Slania simply didn’t want you to get hurt, or make it worse. Imagine if you got in between and Keiran accidentally hit you? Imagine how your husband, who clearly loves you dearly, would feel?”

He watched Stef look away, and her features finally began to relax. Her shoulders lowered as she reluctantly replied.

“I suppose you have a point.”

“I do have a point because it’s fuckin’ true, Stef. She didn’t mean bad anything by it, and the least thing we all need is you and Slania at odds with each other. We need to be united. We all need to plan out what to do, and believe me, this ordeal has been adding to her stress. When we train, I can see her struggle.” Finn said while crossing his arms, “I think she needs some positive feminine support right now, if that makes any sense? That sounds wrong, but in my mind...it makes sense.”

Stef remained silent, looking down at her feet. Finn sucked his teeth in annoyance.

“You both are on the same fucking side here. She just knew where Keiran was coming from and prevented you from doing something you’d regret later. I need both of you on the same mind set so we can go and cut down the fuckin’ Jarl for all that he’s done! You’re only thinking about how you feel, Estefania. What about Slania, huh? You think you’re the only one that has gone through shit lately? She doesn’t need this shit. WE ALL don’t need this shit!”

Finn didn’t even realize he had begun to raise his voice, but he was just so angry about the entire situation, and all he could do was sit and wait for plans to map out their next move. But with two of the people involved in that planning not speaking to each other, those plans kept being delayed. Jacob was too busy tending to his child while Carolina recover to handle it on his own, and Finn was beginning to grow very impatient. He wasn’t able to avenge his son’s death, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t able to see those responsible for his family’s harm pay for their treachery either.

Stef’s soft voice cut through the cloud of anger and impatience as she finally replied.

“You’re right. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She said, looking regretful as she spoke, “I guess I was projecting the anger I feel towards myself and everything that’s happened unto her...and that’s not fair for me to do.”

Finn suddenly felt bad, realizing he had just finished doing that to her. But, he let her to continue speaking.

“I just used to be in control, you know? I used to be in control of situation and my emotions. I could outmaneuver anyone who stood in my way because of how well controlled I was. But then, in one sudden moment, I lost all control and I just feel like I haven’t been able to regain it since...”

Finn moved to sit next to her, and joined her in looking into the flames before them.

“I know the feeling,” He grumbled somberly, “It’s...not an easy thing to deal with.”

“Lani never wants to talk about what happened to her in Wexford. She’s always asking how I’m doing and how Leviticus is doing. She’s been so kind and she even apologized to me. I’ve given her the cold shoulder...” Stef said, now looking completely guilt ridden, “I went with Keiran...somewhere...and I managed to get over my anger towards him but...when you mentioned Slania again, I just got so angry at her all of a sudden again. I just remembered how I couldn’t do a damn thing, but I guess, in this case, it’s a good thing I couldn’t. I wasn’t acting reasonably. I was acting impulsively.”

“Hm. Impulsive actions aren’t all bad, but in this case, they could have led to worse shit.” Finn agreed.

“She just wanted to help, as usual,” Stef wiped away tears, “I’ve been such a mess lately. I should start cleaning myself up and start by apologizing to her.”

“Just settle with her, and then we can go back to being on the same mindset,” Finn said, putting a hand on her knee, “Look, I also heard from Jacob that somehow you can manage on your own, and not just by your intelligence. I don’t know how you did it, and I’m not sure if I want to know how, but I know you somehow fought off the jarl’s son and his men, all while saving young Benny. That means you have a chance to regain control again. We all have a chance to regain control of our lives. This is our chance and we all have to band together, understand? I know we’re all in danger, but we can do this. I know we fucking can. We’re a bunch of smart, lucky, strong bastards -- the kind of people the gods get behind.”

Stef nodded, giving him a smile. “I hope so ... Thank you, Finn.”

Finn patted her knee and lifted his hand off it. “Glad I could help. I’m not good at the whole giving advice shit and I didn’t mean to yell at you so harshly--”

Stef stood up and held up a hand. “No need to explain. I thought I was over it all of this, but I guess I needed someone to yell at me the facts to get it through my stubborn mind that I’m wrong and need to make amends.”

She gave him a wave, and he gave her a smirk in return. “Tell Leviticus know that I expect him tomorrow with the new blades he promised, or I’ll let his Da know he’s not being a good blacksmith.”

Stef rolled her eyes, but smiled amusingly, before heading off towards the tents on the west side of the camp.

“Ah, now maybe we can finally get shit started,” He said to himself.

He returned to the log he had been sitting on before, and reached behind it to fetch a bottle of ale. He lifted it to the sky.

“May this lead to a glorious battle, all Father” He said, toasting to the god before he took a long drink.

It was going to be a long night.

#Finn #LONG READ I KNOW #took me an hour lmao

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tayga-lover · 7 years

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Fix You With My Love

Chapter 4

~Next day~

“It sucks being lonely.” Gaga whispered to herself and looked around the living room. “I need a joint.” She bit her lip. Ever since she took the first pill she’s been craving the drugs she used to do, it was all because she began to become addicted. She stood up and walked to her room. She sat on the edge of the bed and opened one of the drawers and took out a little box that was located at the very back of the drawer. She took out the box and opened it, the smell of marijuana was released but nothing was inside the box. ‘You smoked the last one months ago, of course there wouldn’t be any.’ She spoke to herself in her head and she turned the container over revealing the number of her trusty dealer. She grabbed her phone and tapped his number down on a new message.

“Hey it’s me Stef, you have any?” She sent the message and waited. Meanwhile she grabbed a cigarette from the table and walked out onto the balcony to smoke it. She got a message back minutes later and put the barely gone cigarette out in the ashtray that was outside. “Damn it’s been a long time girl! Meet you at the regular spot?” Gaga smiled and typed a message back, “I know it’s been awhile, I’m on my way.” She quickly called her security and told him to pick her up. She grabbed one of Taylor’s sweatshirts that she kept and walked to the door and walked out of the warm apartment.

Taylor walked out of the airport onto the rainy and crowded New York streets. He and the other actors worked long into the night and got a good amount of scenes down, and Dick Wolf surprised them with a week off for thanksgiving. He put his hand out for a taxi who stopped in front of him. He sat inside and told the taxi driver the name of the apartments. “It’ll be a while sir, as you can see there’s a lot of traffic.” The kind taxi driver said and drove into the traffic.

“Yeah I can see, it’s the holidays.” He chuckled and the taxi driver nodded.

“Are you going to a special someone?” The driver asked Taylor turing on his turn signal.

“Yeah, I’m here to visit my fiancée.” Taylor smiled and looked down at his phone, clicking the button to turn it on to check the time and he smiled even wider at his wallpaper, his beautiful Stef in their bed with the soft blankets pulled up to her nose and only her eyes and messy hair showing, her eyes were half closed showing that she was smiling. His heart melted, seeing his beautiful love.

“Uh, stop the car here.” She told Peter who looked at her confused.

“Uh, Miss Gaga this isn’t a good area to be at at this hour.” He said.

“I’ll be fine, just stay here.” She stepped out of the car and put the sweatshirt’s hood on, “shit, the rain is really pouring now isn’t it?” She giggled as she closed the door. Peter looked at the small women and jumped off of the car.

“I can’t let you go alone, Gaga.” He walked up the her and Gaga looked up at him.

“I’ll be fine Pete, just stay in the car or stay out here, your choice.” She said as she walked away. Peter sighed and walked back to the car, he leaned on it and stared at the direction she walked to.

A few minutes later Gaga walked out of the dark ally to the direction of the car. She walked passed Peter and sat inside. Peter walked to the other side of the car and sat in the driver’s seat. They drove out of the dark street onto a crowded, bright street.

The car ride was silent and Peter would look over every few minutes at the tiny blonde. He had noticed her mood change from her bubbly one before and he couldn’t help but be concerned. “Is everything alright, miss?” He asked. She nodded and stared out of the window.

Taylor walked into the apartment. He put his bag down quietly and tiptoed to the bedroom but when he looked in his realized it was empty. He walked into the bathroom, empty. The the kitchen, empty, he had walked in through the living room and that was empty. “Huh.” He sighed confusedly and turned on the living room light. He grabbed his phone and began to dial her number, just then the door opened and revealed a small body, completely wet. She looked up and her eyes fell on Taylor and she smiled.

“Baby!” She ran to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“Hi my love.” He smiled and picked her up twirling her around. “You’re all wet.” Taylor said referring to her clothes and put her down and kissed her cheek.

“I will be if you keep touching me baby.” She smiled and winked and then she chuckled and kissed his chin. “I’m gonna go pee, order in a pizza.” She scurried to the room and Taylor smiled grabbing his phone.

She hurriedly ran to the drawer and threw the joints from her pockets into the small box, she gently closed the drawer and ran to the bathroom. She lifted the side of the sweatshirt and exposed a darkening bruise. Her eyes watered as she looked at herself in the mirror and remembered how her drug dealer pushed her hard against the table when she tried to run out of his strong grip. She closed her eyes and shook her head to trying to shake away the memory. She ran her hands over her face and looked at herself in the mirror. “You can’t break in front of him Stefani.” She whispered to herself and turned on the faucet, she splashed water on her face and rubbed her cheeks. Gaga grabbed a towel and gently patted her face. She walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

“Did you order one?” She asked him. Taylor, who was sitting on the couch, looked up and nodded.

“Yeah I did. Baby! Change into dry clothes I don’t want to to catch a cold!” He stood up and picked her up throwing her over his shoulder. She laughed out but winced in pain as his shoulder hit the bruise. “Stefani, I’m sorry did I hurt you?” He asked worriedly and placed her back down. She hunched forward and held onto her side. Taylor placed his hands on her shoulders as he led her to the bed.

“I’m fine Tay, I’m fine.” She lied but he knew she wasn’t telling the truth.

“If you were find you wouldn’t be holding your side.” He sat her down on the bed. “Let me see.” He tried to move her hands away from her side but she slapped his hands away.

“It’s just my hip, Taylor.” She lied. “I’ll be fine I just need a pill.” She bit her lip and placed her hands on her lap.

“Baby, I don’t want you to be dependent on those pills. Maybe a massage will work, or-or a heat or ice pack.” Taylor looked into her eyes.

“But the pill takes the pain away in a matter of seconds, don’t you want me to feel better? And not stay in this pain?” She asked him.

“Yes of course I want you to feel better but I don’t want you to be dependent on the pills babe, how many have you taken so far?” He sighed.

“…One.” She hated herself for lying but she couldn’t help it. “A few days ago.” She bit her lip.

“Alright baby girl,” He sighed, “let’s try first with a massage and heat pack.” He smiled and lightly kissed her cheek.

“Taylor,” She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Okay, a heat pack.” She rose her finger, “but first a kiss.” She giggled and closed her eyes as Taylor gently but passionately kissed her.

“Please change baby, it’s too cold.” He pecked her quickly and walked out of the room to get the heat pack. Gaga quickly rushed to the closet and grabbed a sweatshirt. She took off the cold wet one and put on the dry one. Both Taylor’s. She put on a pair of leggings and fluffy socks. She walked out of her room and seen Taylor grabbing the pizza box from the young pizza delivery guy. He paid him and closed the door.

“You and my sweaters.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Hey they’re comfy!” She defended herself and sat on the couch. “Gimmie, gimmie.” She eyed the pizza box and Taylor laughed.

“Eating on the couch?” He asked, “you don’t care if we drop pizza on the lovely white fabric?” He asked as he sat down next to her.

She opened the box. “Don’t drop any or I’ll be very very mad at you.” She smiled and bit the pizza.

“Oh baby your heat pack.” He reached forward and grabbed the pack. She put the slice down and grabbed the pack from his hand. She put it against her hip, that wasn’t hurting much, and grabbed her pizza slice again. As she ate she began to think of the joints in her drawer and the pills on her bedside table. She looked over at Taylor with annoyance that he was there to block her from her drugs. “Why are you here so early?” She asked and shifted in her seat.

Taylor noticed the pack slipped off of her hip when she shifted. “Oh baby it fell, let me hold it.” He wiped his hands on a napkin and held the pack directly against her side.

“Ah fuck, Taylor.” She winced as he put the heat on her bruise making it hurt.

“Stef I’m sorry.” He immediately took the pack off and she put the pizza box on the table and grabbed the pack.

“Why are you here anyway?” She asked with a frustrated tone. Taylor picked up on her annoyance.

“Well Wolf gave us a week off for thanksgiving, and we got a lot done I came here to be with you. I missed you and wondered if you felt okay.” He looked at her and noticed she was avoiding eye contact. “Do you not want me here?” He asked. She sighed and looked down at her hands. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“I just want some alone time.” She spoke gently and Taylor nodded.

“Alright, well. I think I’ll go out and buy some groceries. And maybe go get a new sweatshirt. So I’ll leave you alone, unless you want to come along with me.” He spoke dryly and stood up. Gaga knew she hurt him but she didn’t really care, all she really wanted was him to leave.

He put on his coat and walked out of the apartment. She sighed and stood up. She walked to the room and grabbed the pill bottle. She bit her lip and debated whether or not she should take another one. The doctor said two days before she can and it had just been one. She shook her head and put the pills down but instead grabbed a joint and her lighter.

#tayga fanfiction #tayga #taygashipper #taylor kinney #lady gaga

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roughsexwithgaga · 6 years

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Just Another Day

Mark

Lady Gaga tossed the car door open and entered the Shangri-La studio. The air was dry and the sun piercing. Even if she was close to the sea. She took her sunglasses of and inhaled the air conditioned cool air inside.

Mark Ronson heard the nasal voice before he saw her. She walked in like she owned the whole room and everyone turned their heads towards the tiny figure in the door opening. Gaga wiped a drop of sweat from her nose. ”Hi everyone,” she chirped.

”Welcome to the lab,” Mark smiled and hugged her with one arm. ”How are you?”

Gaga smiled and rubbed his back. ”So nice to see you. I had to come by now that I heard you’re here.” Her voice was muffled against his shoulder and she looked around the studio at the other people who sat around the board. They smiled towards her when Mark introduced them. There were 5 people in the studio, 2 women, a young man and one older that Gaga already knew as Benjamin Rice and then Mark.

She greeted Ben with a hug and gave the women a moment of attention before she turned to the young man with long blonde hair who was sitting with an acoustic guitar on his lap, by the windows. He raised his head when Mark said his name and nodded at her while he moved his hair out of his face. His gray eyes shimmered with blue streaks when he smiled at her. ”Nice to meet you,” he said and Gaga approached him. She noted an accent and wondered where he was from.

”Juliander,” she repeated after Mark said his name. ”That is beautiful.” She thought he looked Scandinavian, like some real life Thor. She looked at him briefly and then turned her attention towards Mark as he asked her what she had been doing. She replied that she had been recording at her new place with some friends. She was enthusiastic but didn’t want to give a lot away when there were other people around. Instead she talked about the studio and how awesome it was to be able to be there, working on her own music.

”We had a Homechella,” she laughed and Mark smiled and said it probably left a better taste in your mouth. The blonde god heard them and joined in and started talking about Coachella. He seemed to light up while talking about the music and Gaga’s jaw slacked when he said performing there was insane. She tried to keep a straight face and not bring up her own achievements. Just who did he think he was?

”I miss our sessions here,” Gaga turned her attention towards Mark again when she noticed she wasn’t the center of attention, smirked and sat down on the couch without waiting for an invitation. When Mark asked her to listen to something she leaned forward and paid attention. Her shoulders started moving in rhythm with the music and she seemed to loose herself into it.

”This loop, it’s amazing right?” Mark put his hand up and played a segment over again. Gaga got up from the couch and stood next to Mark. Juliander watched them. She wore a tight black top with spaghetti straps and he could see her shoulder blades move on her back when she bopped to the music. Her body was toned, but still looked soft and she suddenly sat down and started to push buttons and slide faders. Mark leaned back in his chair and looked amused.

She chatted and seemed to enjoy herself, even if she was constantly focusing on Mark. The women were sisters and recently back in US after touring in Europe and when Mark praised their music Juliander could’ve sworn Gaga’s face turned red and she swallowed as if it annoyed her that she wasn’t his number one artist right now. He could see she tried to hide her disappointment but it didn’t fade until they all talked about how much they enjoyed her album Joanne and Mark and she dropped some stories about it.

”Will you follow me out?” she eventually asked Mark and it wasn’t really a question, but an order. When she left it was like all the air left with her and they all looked at each other wondering what just happened.

”Back in a second,” Mark said and raised a hand towards his friends.

…

”Not cabbed down?” Mark asked when they got to her car. He squinted at the sun and smiled. ”What kind of an LA woman are you?”

She smiled back and opened the car door. ”Get in,” she said and jumped in. Mark sat down on the seat. It was parked in the shade so it was surprisingly cool inside. He had barely placed his butt on the seat before she climbed over and straddled him.

”Fuck, I’ve missed this more than our sessions,” she breathed close to his ear while she pulled her top over her head and Mark was greeted by a pair of tits. He raised his hands to her waist, let his fingers slide along her back and kissed a nipple.

”Lovely,” he mumbled before she placed her lips on his and kissed him.

”Your lips drive me insane,” she said and sucked his lower lip. ”Kiss me.”

Suddenly the air was dense and sticky. Gaga’s breathing was rapid and shallow. Mark’s hands groped her butt cheeks and her crotch rubbed against his dick. The thin layer of sweat on her skin made him slip and she unbuttoned her shorts and turned around. Her marvelous ass spilled out in his lap and he pulled his pants down. He grabbed his shaft and guided her down.

”Oh my god,” she exhaled when she sank down and felt her vagina adapt to his size. He held her waist, let her rock slowly at first. When the position didn’t allow her to speed up she turned around again and placed one leg on each side of his hips while she leaned against the dashboard and let Mark thrust against her. Approaching climax she grabbed his hair and raised her hips. He saw her heavy tits bounce with every shove, tried to last and felt the pain when her fingers interlaced with his hair and pulled it.

With fleshy sounds her ass hit his thighs until he felt her relax and his aching balls unloaded inside her while his legs cramped. ”Stef… fuck. You can’t come here and just…” he mumbled while he tried to catch his breath.

Gaga laughed. ”Can’t do what?” She pulled her shorts up and climbed back into the seat by the wheel. He had missed her nasal laughter and watched her when she flipped the visor down and put lipstick on. Her nipples were hard and wet from his kisses and he squeezed one tit while he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She pulled her shoulders up when he nibbled her earlobe and smelled her.

”You can come whenever you want,” he said and sat back in his seat. He smiled, but looked sad and handed her the black top. She put it on and started the car. He was still amazed when she sat behind the wheel, wondering if she could reach everything with her short arms and legs. Of course he didn’t say that as she would be furiously offended. But she would hide it. He knew her well enough.

She turned her face towards him. Loose hairs fell into her face and he could see the tiny hairs on her arms and thighs when the sun reflected against them. He wanted to touch her and caressed her thigh. Her skin was so soft and warm.

”Do you want to come visit tonight? I’ll be in the hills,” she asked.

Mark shook his head. ”No, sorry I can’t. I have plans.”

She nodded and looked at him. Her eyes glittered light brown. He noticed she wasn’t wearing any make up beside the lipstick. ”You’re amazing,” he said and she raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and parted her lips. ”I love you, Mark. Have fun tonight.”

He looked at her up and down and she enjoyed his eyes lapping her like a dessert. Eventually he opened the door and she drove off. He already missed feeling her warm skin against his palms.

\o/

Christian

Back at her mansion, Gaga tossed her rumpled thong in the laundry. After a quick wash she put on a clean one and strutted into the kitchen where Bo was busy cooking and reading at the same time. She decided to google the young blonde man who was with Mark and nearly spat her water out all over the kitchen sink when she read on her screen that he’s 20 years old. ”Is that even legal?” she said out loud.

”Legal for what?” her friend asked and squinted at Gaga. It was clear she wanted to say something else, but waited for the woman in front of her to spill the details.

”Nothing. He just looked older.”

”I thought you preferred your men ripe,” Bo said and in her head ’or overripe even’ but her face didn’t reveal if she was joking or not. Gaga eyed her and tried to work out if she was supposed to laugh or tell her off. She decided to let it pass and walked out on the patio just as Christian arrived. He put his arms around her and smelled her neck. ”You smell different,” he mumbled and kissed her.

”I need a shower,” she said and put her bottle of water down so she could put both arms around his nape. ”Wanna join?” she smirked at him and he smiled back.

Her fingers interlaced with his and she pulled him inside and headed for the stairs.

Her hair was pulled up and lose hairs tickled his nose when he sniffed her neck and let his hands travel up her chest. She shivered when his rough chin stroke against her delicate skin. He kissed her shoulders and made her turn around. His lips gently nudged her collarbones and he moved her shoulder straps down and pulled the top until her tits were revealed.

Her smell was sweet, a little fruity and warm. The nipples were hard against his palms. He caressed them and cupped her soft tits, rubbed his thumbs against the pink nubs and kissed her softly. She inhaled and pulled him into the bathroom, like she was impatient. The shorts dropped to the floor and she kicked them away. His hands immediately moved to her round ass and pulled her cheeks greedily.

”You’re so sexy,” he mumbled with his lips pressed against the dimple between her collarbones where a small pendant was resting. Her chest heaved when she breathed and he bent down and licked her nipples in turns. They glittered wet and he sucked them while he got down on his knees. He kissed her labia and let his tongue part her swollen pussy lips. The clit glittered when exposed and he circled it with his tongue before he let his tongue glide along her slit.

He pressed his thumb against the opening and it was like opening a tap. She was wet instantly and he rubbed her sensitive spot gently while his tongue smoothened her creases, her taste filled his mouth and her moans his mind. She leaned against the edge of the tub and raised her legs. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her down against his face. His stubble rubbed hard against her clean south and she grunted loudly at the pleasure.

”What you doing with that magical swirl…” she panted and turned around. He slipped his thumb inside her, poked her butt hole with his tongue until she writhed in front of him and pulled him into the shower. He barely got out of his clothes before she turned the water on. The water ran across her back and she leaned forward while he lathered her body with soft movements. He was thorough and let his hands explore every part of her, all the way down to her feet. Gentle fingers between her toes, soft like a baby’s.

She placed a foot on his shoulder and pushed him against the wall while he ran his fingers along the inside of her thigh. With water running across her heavy tits, down between her legs she saw how hard he was and looked into his eyes. He got up and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. The penetration was rough, she bucked her hips and he placed a foot against the wall to support himself. The arm was under her ass, holding her steady while he moved his hips to thrust inside her.

”Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mumbled and she felt his hard body steadily ram against her.

Gaga had just about recovered from her first orgasm that day so it didn’t take long before she felt the shivering feeling between her thighs work its way up through her belly. She spat out ”fucking hell” and her pussy exploded with fireworks when Christian grew inside her, his thrusts got harder and deeper until he came. His legs trembled but he held her against the wall until he had regained some control of his drained muscles and let her slide out of his grip.

…

When Christian came downstairs Gaga was eating while she was getting dressed and having her make up done, all at the same time. He was surprised she wasn’t sitting by a piano as well.

”I’ll be leaving for the city tomorrow so I’ll sleep at the condo,” he said and looked at her. She was beautiful. He observed her tiny, and very feminine, frame slip into a red dress with thin shoulder straps. Her narrow waist, her perfectly shaped tits and hips. Fuck, he was the luckiest man alive.

She looked at him over her shoulder and nodded. ”I’ll meet up with Bradley Cooper and then I’ll go directly to the hills after the concert. I wanna start working as early as possible tomorrow.”

”OK.” Christian headed for the door, hesitated and turned around. He walked back to her, kissed her and let a finger run along her chin. ”I love you,” he whispered. She was strikingly beautiful. The make up made her eyes look even bigger and glowing, her lips popped out and begged to be kissed. He couldn’t believe she was his – and only his.

She turned her head and looked into his eyes. ”I love you,” she said and let her dark lashes touch her cheeks when she tilted her head and kissed the corner of his mouth. He inhaled her sweet scent, felt her nose poke his cheek and her warm breath. He wanted to make love to her again, but she was already in a hurry.

\o/

Bradley

”Let’s go down on the floor,” Gaga said after she was fed up with standing like a zoo animal with more phones turned her way than towards the band on stage. OK, she exaggerated that in her head but she wanted to blend in and Bradley seemed uncomfortable every time she leaned closer. That was not what she wanted. She figured if they moved into the crowd it would be easier to make him relax.

Of course the security made a fuzz about it and Bradley wanted to turn around but Gaga used all the butter in her box to get her her way. She pushed through with her company behind her, felt the people make way until she found a spot she liked. Bradley stood half a step behind her and she leaned back against his chest when she talked to him. He raised his hand and placed one on her shoulder when he spoke to her. With his lips so close to her ear she turned her head and deliberately let their lips nudge when he didn’t pull his head back in time.

She danced along a little, raised her arms and cheered when she got a shout out from the lead singer. People turned their heads and cheered. She felt the attention play her brain like a piano, it made her blood rush and her nerves tingle. It was like a drug and then it was over just as quickly and she turned around and started walking towards the exit. Like clockwork they reached the car just as the concert was over and people started spilling out of the arena.

”You’ve done this a few times,” Bradley smiled as he sat down in the backseat.

”So have you,” Gaga said and moved closer to him. ”Would you say no to an invitation?”

”Where?” Bradley looked at her, but his baseball hat was pulled down so she had trouble seeing his eyes and work out what he was thinking.

”To my new place. I’ll have him drive you back afterwards.” She nodded towards the driver, tilted her head to try and look under the cap.

”After what?” Bradley smiled wide and moved a stray hair out of her face. It was a reflex and he noted how she didn’t turn her face away. She welcomed his touch and moved closer. Her thigh rested against his, soft and muscular, shaped like a goddess. Skin like satin. He knew perfectly well how she felt in his hands. How flexible and adaptable she was to his lead. How she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.

Gaga knew he understood and didn’t want to play his game. ”After I gave you the tour.”

He looked at her and noticed how serious she looked. No hint of her usual smile. So she wasn’t going to say it out loud. Her face, with her swollen lips, the sunken cheeks and pointy chin. The jawline, determined and cut sharp. Her eyes, glittered dark green in the dim lights from the streets when she looked at him. Yes, he was intrigued, as usual. She had something very special and she was impossible to resist. It was like she sucked him in.

…

The car stopped and she got out. Bradley was just behind her and turned around when the car drove off. He raised his eyebrows and looked lost, but his face seemed more like he was thinking “OK, now what?”

Gaga laughed and told him to relax by putting a hand on his chest. ”He’ll be back when I’m done with you.”

She let them inside and in the dark hallway she couldn’t keep her hands off him anymore. He felt a warm puff of air against his face and then her soft lips pressed against his. He fumbled getting his jacket off and stumbled out of his shoes. His hands held her waist, moved up towards her tits. The familiar feeling of their round shape against his palms. Hard nipples and just the thin fabric between them. She moved the straps down and let the dress fall to the floor.

She dropped to a squatting position in front of him, unzipped his pants and let his semi hard cock out. Her lips nudged the warm shaft, and he felt the blood heat up his crotch. Pumping inside his veins and filling his cock, he was hard before she wrapped her lips around it. ”Uhnnnnnnn,” he swallowed a loud grunt when she let her tongue glide along the shaft and circled the knob. The feeling was sensational and he didn’t know how long he would last if he let her carry on.

The salty taste of his pre cum filled her mouth, she licked it off, felt the veins on his shaft swell up and his dick head so heated she was certain he would explode any second. So she stopped and heard his relieved groan. Their eyes met and she let his dick glide out of her mouth. She sucked her lips and stood up. Her eyes, huge and glowing, her features sharp and perfect. The light from the windows made her look fierce.

They carried on in the bedroom and he mounted her. She was content on her back while he rammed her hard into the mattress. Long hard thrusts, her soft legs against his waist and her craving body underneath him. Her nails digging into his back while she felt the bottomless need for more, harder, never-ending thrusts inside her. The tickling sensation along her thighs, all the way up through her belly. She could sense she was on the verge of a massive orgasm, but it was out of reach until it suddenly hit her like a flood. Hammering at a steady pace, he drove her over the edge and sent her into spasms just as the light turned on in the room outside the bedroom and in a series of contractions her vagina abruptly aborted the orgasm and the scream she was about to deliver turned into a whimper.

”What the fuck?” She held Bradley’s shoulders and made him stop. He breathed hard, so damn close he didn’t want to stop what he was doing until he also became aware of the lights.

”Who’s that,” he panted and Gaga pushed him away.

”I don’t know. Stay here,” she said and snuck out of the bed and out of the room. She pulled the door slightly closed behind her as closing it fully would seem suspicious if someone saw her.

Christian stood in the living room and dropped his keys on a bench. He looked up when he noticed her.

”Babe,” he said and looked at her up and down like he was surprised to see her there. ”I called but… why are you naked?”

”I’m sleeping,” she replied. ”Why are you here? You were gonna stay at the condo.”

He walked over to her and touched her cheek. ”I know, but I missed you and I just wanted to see you before I left.” His hand moved down and stroke her tit. The nipple was swollen and hard after the rough treatment Bradley had given it just a few seconds ago.

”Chrissy, it’s three days,” she said and tried to move him away from the view of the bedroom door. She realized she would have to give Bradley a chance to sneak out when she heard an engine outside. The car is back, she thought. Good. Christian heard it too.

”Are you expecting someone?” he asked and looked at her with his dark eyes. The loving gaze turned into the suspicious and condemning one.

She looked at him with a puzzled face and squinted. ”No.” She walked towards the windows facing the parking area and looked out. She recognized the car but it wasn’t her driver and she froze where she stood. ”No, I don’t,” she said and twitched reluctantly when she felt Christian’s hand on her shoulder, moving her away to see who it was.

”Mark? Now? Why?” The surprised tone in his voice surprised Gaga too. In her head she started thinking of ways to excuse him being there and the best one was obviously that he was going to help with the music. She cursed at herself for letting him know she was here and basically inviting him over.

”Go and let him in,” Christian said and smiled. It wasn’t the nice kind of smile. ”Let’s hear what his business is.” He nodded in the direction of the door and let her walk past. She gave him a cold gaze and still in the nude she opened the door. Too late she realized that she actually didn’t have anything on and covered her tits with her arm and crossed her legs.

”Oh my god, Mark,” she said and tried to act surprised. Her brain frantically worked to come up with something to interrupt him before he said something revealing.

Mark smiled and looked at her. ”I saw you at the concert tonight and I-”

”You were there?” she said. A little too loud and Mark noticed the panic in her voice so he looked up and saw Christian stand in the middle of the room looking like an angry general.

Mark’s eyes widened, but he seemed more entertained than anything. ”I’m sorry, I see I arrived in the middle of things…” He smiled and looked to the side, embarrassed to look into her eyes, now that he thought he figured what was going on.

”I didn’t know if anyone was here, because there were no cars outside…” Mark said. Christian replied that he had parked inside the garage and Gaga felt her heart beating so loud inside her chest that she could hear it. She needed them all to leave. Now.

…

Bradley heard Christian’s voice. Looked around the room and tried to gather his clothes. He got them back on as quietly and quick as he could while he heard them talk. Gaga’s voice was loud and clear. Christian’s was low and he couldn’t make out what they said to each other. He snuck over to the gap between the door and the post and looked out. Both Gaga and Christian were looking out the window with their backs turned toward him. He couldn’t help but admiring Gaga’s lovely behind for a few seconds, the delicious cheekfolds, her hips and tense muscles in her calves as she stood on her toes.

He moved back inside the room and opened the window. Maybe he could escape that way. He cursed when he noticed it would only leave him trapped inside the garden so he decided to wait a little longer. She would lure Christian away.

He heard them move down the hallway, and then the front door opened. The draft made the door to the bedroom close a little more. He needed to find another escape route. Unnoticed. Or hide until they all left or went inside another room. The conversation seemed to be carried out far enough away so Bradley decided to take a chance and started moving out of the room and sneaking behind them. Maybe he could hide behind the kitchen counter or a couch. It seemed most likely Gaga would return to the bedroom at some point.

A lifetime of other ways he could’ve carried out this night played up inside his mind when he noticed the vase with it’s pointy straws sticking out and the way one of them somehow had managed to reach out as if to stop him in his path to freedom. It was leaning, very close to the edge, and started turning around and tipping over when he looked up and met Mark Ronson’s eyes across the room.

Mark looked up again, and now he actually was surprised because at the far end, behind Christian there was a man in a baseball cap sneaking out of a room. A burglar, he thought and was about to alert them when he saw that it was Bradley Cooper. Gaga, you nymphomaniac, he thought before the explosion of noise made Christian and Gaga turn around.

Bradley raised both arms as if he was held at gun point, closed his eyes, cringed with his entire face and prepared for whatever attack was coming. The vase rolled off the table, hit the floor with a loud cracking boom, continued a few yards and reached the stairs. It started rolling down the stairs, loudly alerting everyone that it was on a roll and didn’t stop until it reached the bottom.

Gaga and Christian stared at each other while the noise carried on and on and seemed to last forever. Mark looked at Bradley and Bradley stared at Mark.

”What the FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” Christian screamed when the sound eventually stopped.

Mark suddenly understood what was going on. Gaga had taken Bradley home with her after the concert, and now Christian showed up wanting a piece of his girlfriend. No one besides Gaga could create this mess in less than 12 hours. He prepared for a hell of a fight and closed his eyes as he heard Gaga pull a deep breath.

…

Gaga had thrown them all out, declaring she needed to be alone. Christian had protested loudly. ”You never want to be alone! Why now? Who else is coming? Let’s have an open HAUS party!” he said while Gaga pushed him out to the car.

”You’re too upset now, sleep on it and discuss it like normal people tomorrow,” Mark mumbled, knowing he’d probably never get another chance with Gaga after this. Christian would guard her like a dog, barking at any person approaching her. He would love to have dated her, but wasn’t sure he agreed with her fleeting rules regarding her relationships.

”Did your wife cheat on you with a football team?” Christian spat out so loud Bradley thought he would wake up the entire neighborhood. He hunched and snuck into Mark’s car as he had agreed to drive him home. ”And you,” Christian wasn’t going to let him hide. He pointed his finger at Bradley. ”If you ruined anything regarding the movie’s Oscar chan-”

”I’m not your fucking wife!” Gaga shouted from the door, still completely naked and shining like a lamp post with her pale skin in the moonlight. ”How can you seriously think about awards now. Just go away!” She threw the door shut.

Christian laughed a deep, hollow laugh. ”She’s mad at me? What did I do?”

A little while after they finally had left Gaga received a text from Mark. She didn’t want to read what it said but the preview on the screen already gave it away.

’Juliander wants to meet you again. He was clearly struck by your presence.’ Accompanied by the wink emoji and a lightning.

”What the fuck even,” she sighed and tossed the phone on the couch. ”I’ve had enough dick for a whole year,” she said out loud and crawled into the bed. ”Or a week at least.”

Reluctantly she smiled and pictured the blonde viking naked. ”Or, why… not.”

#Lady Gaga #fanfic #fanfiction #Christian Carino #Bradley Cooper #Mark Ronson

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