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tloujm · 3 years

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Part XXIV: Teeth and All

Author’s Notes: This one’s a lengthy one at 3232 words. I was very happy with this one and its following chapters; I was on a roll when typing ‘em all out which, with WIP’s, is a very successful feeling. I hope you guys enjoy reading as much as I did writing it! This is part one if you will of the aforementioned canon inspired chapters.

Genre: A six piece bucket of fluff with a side of angst

Summary: You and Joel convince the new kid to break out her comfort zone by going on a scavenging trip. You want it to be at the science museum because of it’s agriculture collection and because it’s kid friendly. The car that the three of you ride in breaks down, but that doesn’t stop you guys. The museum is a surprise for the kid and needless to say, she opens up more from the fun of it all.

Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!reader “It’s gettin’ late.” Joel huffed as he looked down at the deflated tire on the passenger side. “Our destination is only a block out; we have just enough daylight to make it. I say we head there on foot,” He sighed again. “and make camp, then we can scavenge tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.” You nodded before slamming your door shut. Kiddo did the same as she left the back seat.

“Hopefully the place got a tool box somewhere. Maybe in the maintenance closet or somethin’. Matter-a-fact, I’ll walk back while y’all start scavengin’ and change the tire out, then I’ll drive up and meet y’all.” All three of you took your gear from the trunk and set out.

One day, Joel had the idea of taking Kiddo on a little scavenging trip to see what she was comfortable with. While all of the other kids played and learned skills, she still seemed withdrawn. He figured after a few months of her settling into Jackson, she would be okay with going back out into the world again. The two of you were going to be by her side the whole time and you reminded her of that every so often.

Joel arranged for the three of you to ride in a pick up truck just in case any one of you found something big to scavenge. The destination was a museum of science and natural history. He didn’t see the point of going to a museum, but you recommended the spot because of its possible collection of agricultural resources as well as the fact that Kiddo might find it interesting.

You were in the passenger seat reading the map for him while she was in the back reading a comic book when all of a sudden the car swerved on its own. He was able to quickly gain back control of it, but he was just as confused as you were as to why it happened. He pulled over and slowed the vehicle to a stop before asking if the two of you were ok. He looked back to watch Kiddo nod. During the following silence, the two of you figured out what was wrong. Air hissed from the back passenger side and if you stayed still long enough, you could feel the car dipping as well. Joel got out and walked around until he found the culprit. It was nearing the end of summer, but it was still hot, so you swung the door open to let in some air and watched as he assessed the damage.

His fists were placed steady on his hips. “Good news is that this is the only tire with a leak. Also good news is that we have a spare and a jack in the bed.”

“You can fix it so we can get there, right? I swear, this couldn’t have happened in like 5 more minutes ‘cause the place is like a half a mile down the road.”

“I know, I know it is. The bad news, though, is that I ain’t got any tools. Now, how am I supposed to get these lugnuts off?”

“Oh, you can’t just twist them off?” You offered, already knowing the answer.

He shook his head with a gentle smile. “It don’t quite work like that, darlin’.”

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“Hey, darlin’, come look at this,” Joel whispered in a deep yet soft voice. “Where’s Kiddo?” He crouched down before looking back to find you two. Quietly he beckoned you forward. She followed suit and crouched down right next to him. “See it? Just through there. Look.” He pointed to a particularly lush section of the wooded area that the three of you were walking on the outskirts of. “Ya see it?” He looked down and asked her. He watched as Kiddo’s face transform from confusion to astonishment. He knew that she had finally seen it. “You ever seen a whole family of deer like that before?” She shook her head, eyes still focused on them. There were 3 baby deer, 2 does and 2 bucks. They were all lazily grazing.

“Let’s cut through here,” You began in a hushed tone with the map unfolded in your hands. “It’ll take us to the back end of the property, but we’ll get there a little quicker.”

Joel looked up at the sun growing closer to the horizon. “Alright.”

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According to the map, the three of you were going to be approaching the museum’s garden any minute now. You assumed it was going to be hiding in plain sight given the garden’s overgrowth and its proximity to the woods. Your eyes were glued to the outstretched paper when you heard a loud gasp. You immediately knew it was from Kiddo. You followed her gaze only for your eyes to meet a life size rendition of a tyrannosaurus rex.

“Well I’ll be. Won’t you look at that.” Joel exclaimed.

You folded your map and put it away. “We’re here.”

A smile broke across Kiddo’s face as she ran up to the statue. It was hauntingly beautiful. Vines of leaves grew along the legs and wrapped itself up around its body. It stood in the middle of a large, deep fountain of water. The statue was nearly as tall as the trees surrounding it. A giggle even escaped her mouth as she ran up to get a closer look. Joel yelled out for her to be careful. His gaze scouted the area to make sure they were alone. You walked up to the information plaque next to the dinosaur.

“King of the tyrant lizards.” You read.

Joel walked up behind you. “That’s a big boy alright.” You continued to read more when Kiddo started to casually climb the T-Rex from its tail. “Hey now, what are you gettin’ up to?” She didn’t respond to him. “Kiddo, be careful! It’s gettin’ darker out. I need you to watch your step!” He shouted up at her as she quickly reached it’s neck. He was hoping that this verbal realization would compel her to turn around and get off, but she continued to walk closer to the head. You heard your husband let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you talk to her?”

“She’s already up there. I trust that she’ll be careful. Besides, what am I gonna say that you haven’t already?” You reasoned. Joel was beginning to get annoyed with your lack of worry and still wished that you’d say something. Maybe she’d listen to you. He looked back up at the girl with a backdrop of an orange and purple sky behind her. “Just don’t die up there, ok?” Was all he could think to say. He had meant for it to come out casual and lighthearted, but his voice broke at the beginning. He sensed a cloud of melancholy impeding as his chest began to tighten.

“Joel?” He looked back down and saw you place your hand on his chest.

“I’m alright.” He meant it, or at least he wanted to. He tried his best to push away the sad memories but he knew it was easier said than done. A childish bellow snatched his attention away from you as he looked back up to find Kiddo now standing on the dino’s head. She was smiling, teeth and all. You could only imagine how liberated she felt in that moment.

“She’s a courageous one, I’ll give you that.” You said proudly of her.

“You better not be thinkin’ about jumping. Just climb back down. I’ll meet you at the tail.” He requested. Even from that distance, the two held each other’s gaze. He was pleading and anxious; she was testing and teasing.

“Rooooaaaarrrrr!” She screamed out as she jumped from the T-Rex’s head.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Joel yelled out. The two of you could do nothing but watch and wait. Admittedly, you did not think she would go so far as to jump. Suddenly, her head popped up over the surface of the vaguely green water. She gulped in a deep breath before smiling. Joel finally let out a breath that he hadn’t known he was holding. She climbed out the fountain dripping wet and laughing to which he just shook his head and walked away toward the entrance.

“I give that dive a 10 out of 10, love.” You said to her in a hushed tone. He still heard you as you condoned the behaviour.

The three of you entered through the busted glass doors of the back entrance. The area was dilapidated and almost bare. To your left, however, you found a rack with a single hat on it. It was a wide brimmed, brown hat similar to what Indiana Jones wore. You doubted she knew who that was. Still, you called her over and dusted the hat off before placing it on her head. She gifted you with another smile. Joel took a look at her with it on and grunted before walking on by. You watched as she ran off into a certain direction before going up to him.

“Are you jealous?” You questioned lightheartedly.

“Hmm?”

“Of the hat? If you ask nice enough, I’m sure she’ll let you try it on.”

“I don’t want to try on the hat.” He responded matter of factly. He turned to you. “We need to sweep the place before we can lay our heads down anywhere tonight.”

“I agree.”

There was a bout of silence before he continued again. “What was that back there?” Joel asked.

“What do you mean?” You brows furrowed.

“Her climbing and jumping, you being so...nonchalant about it. We’re lucky she didn’t break anything, (Y/N).”

“I didn’t think she was going to jump, so yes we are lucky with that.”

“She could have slipped, (Y/N)! What would you have done if she died, huh? Her body just...just laying there in your arms.” He looked down at his own arms as the memories replayed in his head. It was too late for him to stop them. His adams apple moved as he gulped. “You gave me such a hard time about going camping because you were so fearful of the outside world---”

“That was not fear, that was caution!” You firmly asserted.

“Well, where was that caution a few moments ago? She was yelling at the top of her lungs. That could have attracted hunters and infected and Lord knows what else.”

“You were yelling too!” You brought up.

“For her to get off!” He countered. He took a moment to inhale and exhale. “The difference between the camping trip and here is that I planned it out. I chose the area, I checked the area, I prepped the area. I did it all not only to be safe, but to give you peace of mind. This area is new to us. We need to treat it as such.” He reprimanded you and, while logically you knew he was justified, you hated it. You decided to hold your tongue, however, until you got back home. You didn’t want to hash it out in a potentially triggering environment for him, especially with the kid around.

He shook his head while avoiding eye contact with you. “Maybe you were right, maybe you’re not ready.”

“Ready for what?” Your brows furrowed even deeper. You suspected what he had meant. “Ready for what, Joel?”

“Ready to be a parent.” He responded simply. You were taken aback at this point.

“You didn’t seem to think I wasn’t ready all those times you came inside me. You knew what you were doing!” Your voice raised slightly causing Joel to scan the room and see if Kiddo was of earshot.

“Where is she?” He heard you take in a breath to say more, but he cut you off.

“I saw her go that way a few minutes ago.” You began walking in said direction. You rounded the corner only to find two doorways and a dead end.

A scuffling sound emitted out of one of them. The two of you exchanged glances and silently agreed to respectively sweep each room. Your hand hovered over the gun tucked in the waist of your pants as you entered. They fell limp to your side when you saw that she was the source of the sounds. As soon as Joel was done with his sweep, he met up with you in the other room only to pause behind you. The two of you watched on as she made faces in the mirror with the hat on. He leaned against the threshold and watched on with a small smile on his face. He thought back to the times when he would beg Sarah to get out the bathroom so he could use it just because she wanted to make faces at herself in the mirror above the sink. It was at that point, he invested in a wall mirror to go on the back of her bedroom door for which both of them were grateful.

Joel beckoned them to leave the restroom. At this point, the sun was hanging very low in the sky allowing for a minimal amount of light to enter through the windows. The three of you broke out your flashlights and continued to sweep the building together. While you and Joel stealthily scoured the large exhibition room, Kiddo stopped to admire another rendition of a dinosaur. She flashed her light over its name displayed on the wall behind it: ‘Stegosaurus’. She walked up to the fenced display and placed her hat on its head. She stood back to proudly admire what she had done.

“What’s that there?” Joel flashed his light on her and the dinosaur. You followed suit.

“It’s exactly what it looks like.” You said flatly.

“Well, it looks like a hat on a dinosaur.”

“It’s a hat-o-saur obviously.” You responded just as flatly despite feeding into Kiddo’s playfulness. She smiled as she hopped up to retrieve her hat. His light followed her as she moved on to a triceratops. The stature of the animal was larger, so she climbed the short fence and placed her hat on its head as well.

“Hey, is this gonna be a thing?” He asked her, knowing she wouldn’t respond. “Please don’t let it be a thing…” He mumbled to himself. He watched as she began to climb the fence again and raced to meet her at the display. Being much taller, he simply reached over and slid the hat off the dino’s head. “Whoa, don’t wanna be on the business end of those horns.” She reached up to him to take it, but he laid it on top of his head instead. He gave her a smug smirk. “Mine now, Kiddo.” The three of you walked on into an adjoining exhibition room that displayed nothing but dinosaur skulls.

“My God, look how thick this one’s skull is.” You said under your breath. Still, Joel heard you.

He walked up next to you and shined his light on it at different angles. “Catch it in the right light and…boom! Tommy!” You stifled a laugh.

“I’m telling him you said that too.” You teased, trying to maintain a flat tone.

“Please don’t.”

“You’re his big brother, what is he gonna do?” You teased again.

“Exactly, he’s my younger brother, so he has more energy to beat me up over it.”

You decided to sweep a small room off to the side. It looked administrative. As soon as you gave it the all clear, a light bulb went off in your head. If he wanted to all of a sudden be playful and act like he didn’t just insult your maturity a few minutes ago, so could you. Silently, you beckoned Kiddo to sit on your lap as you sat at the desk. It didn’t take long for Joel to follow. As soon as his head peaked past the doorway, you picked up the long dead phone.

“Oh, hello. Sorry, the dinosaurs are busy right now.” You feigned a conversation.

“What are you doing?” He crossed his arms.

“Oh, wait! One of the dinosaurs just arrived.” You took the phone away from your ear and laid it against your chest. “Joel, it’s for you.” You smiled smugly.

“Very funny.” He said flatly. You couldn’t tell if it was his normal dry humor or if he really didn’t like the joke.

You giggled. “It was pretty funny, actually.” He watched as Kiddo doubled over in laughter before leaving the room. “Did you get it?” You asked him. “I know you got it.” You said to her.

“Oh, I get it.” His voice echoed in a playful tone that gave your mind a little bit of ease. The two of you moved on to the next room looking for him only to find a set of stairs. At the top, you saw him in the distance gazing at something beyond the fence he was standing by. You walked closer to reveal his line of sight. It was a part of the brachiosaurus display. The dinosaur was so tall that its head reached the second floor. Without looking back at you, he spoke. “Kinda looks like a giraffe, don’t it?”

“It does.” You agreed softly. In that moment, you found it incredibly hard to be mad at him.

The two of you were in Utah, just miles away from the hospital, from the Fireflies. You guys were inside this building, you couldn’t remember why anymore, but all of a sudden, you saw a giraffe staring at you through a window. A giraffe! You had to do a double take. What you did remember was Joel being upset that you didn’t respond to him when he asked if you were alright. You couldn’t help but be entranced by the colossal beast chewing on the leaves that grew alongside the building. You finally came to and asked him if he saw what you had. His eyes were full of astonishment the same way Kiddo’s were when she saw the T-Rex. He bravely approached the edge of the building, where the wall was no longer there, to pet it. He promised you that he would not scare it away and he kept his word. You remembered him telling you that it was alright as he motioned for you to join him. His large hand ghosted yours and guided it onto the giraffe's neck. It was the most intimate you had been with him. Your back was damn near pressed up against his chest as he continued to pet as well. Your eyes glanced at the sharp teeth of the dino and it made you think back to when the giraffe stuck out it’s tongue; it was so long. You laughed and looked back at him. He was smiling too, smiling at you, teeth and all.

He finally looked back at you to read your face. He could tell you were reliving the same memory as he. Kiddo’s approaching footsteps attracted his attention to her. He took the hat off and placed it back on her head. She let it sit there for a moment before giving it back to him with a friendly smile. Without words, he thanked her. He let his hands roam over the material for a moment before gently tossing it onto the Brachiosaurus’ head. It landed perfectly.

“I see the appeal.” His deep voice muttered.

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megafarter · 6 years

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Sal’s Unbelievable Gas, pt.5

Pt. 5, a)

Sal was a hot muscley beefy dude with clothes on. But when he took off his shirt, I swear my eyes almost popped out of my head. Holy Macaroni. He was massive, just purely gargantuan in size. He had wide broad shoulders, like Dwight Howard (but white and Italian and way more beef). His chest was thick and wide and HAIRY as hell. The body hair alone sent me up the wall. It was thick dark and masculine. He was BIG too. Straight through from his nipple to the back of his shoulder blade easily had to be over one foot deep. His arms were comprised of thick and strong biceps, triceps, and forearms. You could tell he wasn’t some muscle twink hopped up on pre workout who’s never eaten a carb before. He eats to plenty of carbs (next paragraph). His arms were big in a burly, manual labor way, along with big hands and stubby fingers.

His belly was arguably my favorite part (though he hadn’t taken off his jeans yet…) Despite big muscles, he had a perfectly round fluffy belly that looked absolutely perfect to lay my head on and melt away. His belly and love handles ever so slightly hung over his jeans.

He had his flannel shirt drooped over his shoulder. Ugh such a sexy pose. “Let me hang your shirt up.” My momma raised me right. He handed me his shirt but, then to my surprise, he began to unbutton his jeans. What took maybe 3-4 seconds felt like hours, and my heart was racing. Like I said, I’m usually a top, and I’m definitely an ass man. But I have an appreciation for a good cock, and a manly man like Sal. When he showed me (shoved my head onto) his cock (see part 4), I went primal. That big cock and those giant balls consumed my focus. I laughed to myself thinking how uncurious I was while sucking him off, completely ignoring my favorite part on the male body: DA ASS.

“What’s so funny?” Sal chuckled. Shit, here my mind was wandering off, wandering what his ass would look like, when I was about to find out. As his jeans rolled down, I saw the familiar white underwear. No stains, just old and faded. Again despite being an ass man, his gigantic cock popped out at me. Well that’s because it literally was popping out of his underwear. I could see the massive pipe laying on top of though two huge balls. They were so heavy and the underwear was so old, it could barely support his triad of Italian glory.

I couldn’t tell if the underwear were tight because of his massive cock, or because of the tree trunks protruding from beneath him. Ugh what massive strong legs. Or, was it actually what was behind him that was tearing at his underwear. Since he was facing me, I couldn’t see behind him, but I needed to…. I swear I was hypnotized, I could only see the sides of his ass which stuck out much wider than his legs.

“Helloooooo Kevinnnnn” Sal was waiving a hand in my face. Holy shit, I was zoning out again. He noticed I was staring at his ass and chuckled. “What is it hypnotizing you?” He suddenly turned and for the first time I think I saw what Natalie Portman in Black Swan was trying to be: Perfect (gay joke – get over it closet cases). Straight men generally prefer those big bubbly Beyonce booties - perfectly round. Gay bears tend to prefer the wide muscley, manly butt

Somehow Sal’s ass was both. Wide, meaty, round, bubbly, and big. Oh doggy.

Without realizing it, I was actually leaning in towards his butt. It was like something out of a bad comedy. “Woah, that’s a one way street bub, sorry.” He put his hand on my head and spun so his ass was facing away. Being a versatile guy who tops 80% of the time, my pet peeve is gay men who think they’re “too manly” to bottom. TBH I wasn’t even thinking about topping him, I just wanted my face in it. I was angry for about .03 seconds, until he turned his body, and his cock and big balls were right in front of my face. I dove in like I was a Syrian Refugee who hadn’t eaten in days, mouthing at his cock almost angrily. I needed it. “Woah woah woah. Calm down partner. Let’s go lay down”

I was almost angry at him again until I felt him push me forward off the couch on to my feet, and guide me into my bedroom. Again, I usually like to be in control, so the fact that this big burly man was establishing dominance in my own home was challenging my ego. But maybe turning me on.

He went to open the window, of my 13th floor apartment in the upper west side in the middle of February. It was freezing outside. “What are you doing?”

“I know it’s cold, but trust me.” I had been so consumed by his body I had forgotten about his manly gas. Come to think of it, it had been a whole 10 minutes and he hadn’t ripped once. Oh no, was he out of gas? “I’ll cuddle you close and keep you warm. Hearing that I ripped off my clothes, minus my underwear and pounced into bed. In only his underwear (ugh), he got in on the side closest to the window.

We were facing each other and he had his ass towards the window. (Good thinkin Sal) Before I could make the first move, he reached his big arms, one over top and around my back, resting his big manly hands on the tiny flap of skin (which had I not been a gym rat, would be love handles) while his other arm went underneath my arm lying on the bed and up around my back, grabbing the back of my head. Then he effortlessly pulled me up against his massive body. My first thought: scent. No not gas (pervs). He smlled like pure musky man. That sent you can’t wash off. My head started spinning.

I next noticed his completely furry body. Oh the hair drove me wild. The third sensation was him kissing, no shoving his tongue into my mouth. But what drove me over the edge was him pressing his hips into my hips aka his massive growing cock right into mine. Yup that sent me back into primal mode. I reached and grabbed the giant cock that though soft was growing bigger.

My animal instinct came lose as I pushed Sal’s shoulder and shoved him onto his back. Not sure if I was actually strong to do so or he was just being nice. With my hand still on his cock I started jacking that massive cock as he lay on his back. With my other hand I massaged those two gigantic balls. If you had a fetish for big balls, this guy would drive you insane (among other fetishes).

His cock growing bigger and bigger in my hand. This 9 inch beast, maybe 10 when fully erect, could not possible get any stiffer. It’s thickness drove me crazy, and I could not fully wrap my fingers around it. He started moaning loudly. Then I felt precum ooze out of his tip. Holy shit, Talk about a horny Italian.

He suddenly stopped and held his breath. I felt his whole body start to tremble. It made me nervous, oh man, was he going to explode? Kaboom, shot the first load, maybe 5 feet into the air, and then came spluttering down on my back. The next rope shot 4 feet and also landed on my back, as did the remaining 7 hot wet thick ropes. Jesus it was like a fountain.

My back was covered in hot cum and I didn’t want to move. “Phew man!” Sal laughed then reached over top of me and grabbed my boxers off the floor to wipe the cum off my back and the remaining around his cock. In the morning I would wake up with a kinky smirk knowing I would have to wear my boxers covered with his cum.

Pt. 5, b)

Sal rolled onto his back, and grabbed my head and laid it on his massive hairy chest while wrapping his big arm around me. I felt his heart beating. He pulled my blanket over top of us and said “Good night buddy.”

I only suddenly then realized that he hadn’t ripped ass in over half an hour. Was all that gas just a fluke? Despite his massive sexy body, his T-Rex sized gas oddly turned on and wanted more.

My thoughts were suddenly cut short as I felt his body tense up as he bit his lower lip. I swear the blanket actually fluttered some as he released a powerful loud blast that I felt blow on my leg. I could tell he had been holding it in and looked like it was painful for him to release. Almost as if, it was such a big fart, it was too big to squeeze out his sphincter. He let out a deep long sigh and I chuckled.

Not 10 seconds later I felt him hold his breath again as he let out rumbling fog horn. Again the blanket fluttered and this time I swear, I could almost feel the bed vibrate. The fog horn lasted a good 10 seconds. “Jesus Christ Sal” He just laughed and lifted the blanket to “air” it out. Sal then wafted the air and, well, it returned. I swear the entire room filled up with thick gas. I coughed a few times, genuinely struggling for air. And this was with the windows open.

He was smiling, but looked down at me seriously. “Kevin if you feel like you can’t breathe, just make sure you leave the room.” He made direct eye contact with me and I could tell he was being 100% serious. “Nothing too bad ever happened but I don’t want to take any chances.” He kissed me on my forehead and put his head back. Within under a minute he was emanating a light, yet manly growling snore. It was cute and I fell asleep shortly after

Despite being outrageously comfortable and content sleeping in his arms, I could have slept through the night, if not for well, yeah you predicted it. Every hour or so, I’d get woken up by that same pattern: a sonic boom followed by a fog horn, followed by a putrid smell that even without him lifting up the blanket could fill the room. I wondered what under my thick winter blanket smelled like in a curious yet sexually devious yet slightly nervous fashion

The biggest problem wasn’t that farts the that were waking me up; it was that they were turning me on and I hadn’t cum yet. I was crazy horny. I couldn’t sleep due to my frustration. At about 3am after 4-5 sonic boom/fog horn combos, I saw Sal was out like a lamp. Snoring loud (and manly). He ripped one huge sonic boom/fog horn combo fart. The biggest so far. I saw his face flinch and his body tense up. He muttered something inaudible and despite visible relief he was completely unconscious. Wow he was a heavy sleeper. (that turned me on too).

The horny bastard in me, devised a devious plan. If he can sleep through those boomers, he surely can sleep through a blowjob. (You’s reading this might think that’s weird but I’m a man and I have needs.) Here I am sleeping next to a gassy, manly, tyrannosaurs Rex, who’s got a thick cock and balls full of cum. I grew lustful thinking about beating my own meat while I sucked on his massive cock. Hell, he’ll probably just think he’s having a wet dream. He might not remember it in the morning.

So like a greedy little piggy, I dove in under the covers…. But like all greedy pigs, I got what was coming… All of Sal’s massive gas earlier would seem like child’s play compared to what came next. In the next 5 minutes, I truly learned the extent of his gaseous power, and how genuinely inhuman this man was…

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rfsak2 · 6 years

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Cactus, Part Ia

I feel like this needed something more on the front end… like the beginning is super rushed. So I have devised a patch as it were… plus I needed some more Jamaica!Harry Hopefully you like it.

Cactus, Part Ia Summary: Here. Harry/Jamie Warnings: Nothing explicit.

“Good morning!”

She groaned, face against the table. “No, it isn’t. Don’t lie. Lying is not nice.”

He grinned. “Not a mornin’ person, love?”

She turned her head and glared at him, pretty blue eyes narrowed, before lifting herself off the tabletop just enough to sip silently at her tea. “Figures that you’d be a morning person.”

“It’s half-ten, love. I’m not sure it’s morning anymore.”

“But it’s the weekend! It’s morning until like 3 o’clock on the weekends.”

“Fair enough.” He pulled the chair out next to her, grinning as he sipped on his coffee. “Are you the kind of not-morning person that has no filter? Like if we play twenty questions, will you answer all of mine without really thinkin’ about them?”

“No.. I don’t think so.” She fought a smile off of her face. “I think I’m just angry in the morning.”

“Shame, that. Can we play anyways?”

She shrugged and sipped her tea. “Shoot.”

“Favorite color?”

“I pretty sure I can hear the ‘u’ in color when you speak.”

He chuckled. “Your accent isn’t what I expected if I’m honest.”

She smiled. “You can admit it. You expected me to sound like a cowboy, didn’t you? Shame on you for assumin’.”

“I admit it, I do.” He grinned. “Favorite color?”

“Green. Yours?”

“Pink.” He sipped at his coffee.

“Favorite song of all time?”

She grimaced. “Ooh… That’s hard. To play or to listen to?”

“Either… both?”

“Shit.” She curled one leg underneath her and he glimpsed a tattoo on her calf. “To play is easily Voodoo Child but honestly anything by Jimi Hendrix is fun to play. As shocking as it is… Metallica has some really difficult songs to play, so that’s fun.”

He chuckled. “That’s how you define fun to play? That is difficult?”

“Challenging.” She sipped her tea and made a face. “I let it get cold.”

She made to stand but he nabbed her cup and his. “I’ll get it. Milk and sugar?”

“Just milk.”

“I’m still listenin’!”

She laughed. “To listen to… Shit.”

“Favorite band then?”

She huffed. “That doesn’t make it easier.” He set her new tea in front to her, laughing. “Thank you.”

“No problem. So favorite band?”

“Janis Joplin, maybe? Jimi Hendrix? I also like the Eagles and the Mamas and Papas… I’m sure I’m missing something.”

He grinned. “So the 60s then? You like the 60s.”

“I do, I do.” She shrugged. “There’s nothing better than driving through the desert with the top down with Hotel California blaring.”

“Fair enough.”

“Now you have to answer.” She sipped her tea. “If you’re gonna ask hard questions, you gotta answer them too.”

“I like to play Bob Dylan.” He smiled. “I also like to cover songs that were never meant to be played on a guitar.”

“Good choices. Bob Dylan is a good one and who doesn’t love watching someone on an acoustic belt out Get Low?” She grinned. “It’s literally the best thing ever. I bow before someone who can sing ‘the sweat drops down these balls’ with a straight face.”

He laughed. “Right. OK. To listen to… I love Fleetwood Mac, the Stones and the Beatles, Bowie, everyone you said. Honestly I just love music.”

She smiled. “Did you always want to do music? Growing up, I mean?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m not sure I thought it was possible but I definitely wanted it. You?”

“Yeah, music was the only thing I ever really cared about.” She sipped her tea. “I didn’t play a sport or act or dance or anything like that, all I wanted was to make music.”

“Why music?”

“Meaning?”

He shrugged. “What was it about music that made you choose to dedicate your life to it?”

“I’m not sure it was a choice. It made sense to me when a lot didn’t.” She sipped her tea. “You?”

“Music was all I wanted. I think I enjoy making people feel the way I feel when I listen to good music.”

She smiled. “Which is?”

“Happy, I guess?” He may have been blushing, but she ignored it so he did too. “Safe, accepted?”

“Hmm.. that’s good. Pretty deep.” She smiled so he didn’t think she was being sarcastic and sipped her tea.

He shrugged. “How many tattoos do you have and where?”

“I’m up to ten maybe?”

Harry nodded. “But you like to go big.”

“I have a couple small ones.” She giggled. “But that’s the by-product of your brother doing all your tattoos, I guess.”

“Where are they? C’mon love, show me what ya got.”

She grinned. “Okie dokie. You’ve seen my lovely sleeve.” She held her arm out like she was modelling a product of some sort. “We’ve a lovely assortment of flowers for your viewing pleasure. I have a cactus, to remind me of home, some maple leaves because Ryan is a ginger and he reminds me of fall.” He snickered and she smiled. “I have an aloe plant on the underside somewhere because my brother Freddy is spiky, but soft and soothing on the inside. Bluebells for my brother Leo, some thyme for my brother Dante because I’ve known him forever. Also dogwood, for Jorge because I read somewhere that it used to symbolize stability. And then there’s a lot of filler.”

He laughed and traced his finger over the flower closest to her wrist. “What else?”

She turned her other arm toward him. On the underside of her bicep, there was a skull in brilliant color, elaborately decorated. “My sugar skull.”

“Sick.” He grinned. “I hadn’t seen that one.”

She pulled at the neckline of her shirt. “I have ‘this too shall pass’ along my collarbone. I think this one is probably my smallest tattoo.” She stood and he sat back to keep his eyes on her face. “I have a guitar along my left ribcage.” She lifted her shirt and he hummed appreciatively.

“It’s beautiful. How long did yeh sit for? It’s massive.”

She nodded. “A four hour and a three hour sitting.”

“Jesus.” He grimaced. “That hurt.”

She laughed. “It hurt like hell. I couldn’t stand up straight for a day after each sitting.”

He tapped her belly button ring. “Cute.”

“Thanks. I have a Texas with some yellow roses on this side and a stained-glass window above that.”

“Yellow Rose of Texas. Nice.” He smiled. “You like color.”

She nodded. “Yeah I do. I have an angel on this thigh, a rock on the other calf.” She twisted so he could see each.

“Why a rock? I mean it’s a very pretty, mossy rock, but why?”

“For my dad.” She smiled and toed off her sneaker and her sock on her right foot. “And a t-rex on this foot, cause I like dinosaurs.” Then she sat and, blushing, pulled off her other shoe and sock. “I also, embarrassingly, have ‘made for walking’ on the bottom of this foot.”

He laughed. “Why?”

“I lost a bet against my brother Dante and never let it be said that a Schwartz welched on a bet.” She rubbed a hand over her face. “That’s what my dad said when I tried to use him to get out of it.”

He fell back against his seat in a fit of giggles. “What was the bet?”

“That I wouldn’t climb a water tower. Come to find out, not only am I terrified of disappointing authority figures but also heights. Like ‘got half-way up the tower, had to be coaxed down by the Bexar County sheriff who found us then spent the next five minutes vomiting’ terrified.”

“Oh no!”

“Yeah… So not only did I have to get a stupid tattoo, I had to deal with the look of disappointed shock on my father’s face when the sheriff brought us home and my brother’s silent disapproval when I told him that I wanted it.” She laughed. “Fun times. Your turn. Also you have to tell me why you’d tattoo laurels on your stomach, pointing directly to your dick. That’s the first thing you need to explain.”

He grinned. “Yeah. I’m not sure I have a satisfactory explanation for that when you put it that way. Aside from I’d thought it’d look cool.”

“I mean it is cool and it’s hot, don’t really know why, but it is. I just need an explanation.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Thank you for your honesty.”

She laid out her beach towel and laid back, ready to simply relax out in the sunshine, maybe read a book. Harry walked over to her and whipped his t-shirt off, a cocky smirk on his face.

“Help wit’ m’sunscreen, love?”

She laughed and nodded. “Cliché much?”

He grinned and passed her the bottle. “Yeh’ll still help though? I’m available to help yeh as well, ‘course.”

She patted the towel in front of her. “Oh I just bet you are.”

He sat in front of her and she set to rubbing sunscreen onto his shoulders.

“Tit for tat, y’know.” He was looking over her shoulder at her when his eyes drifted down below her clavicle.

She snorted, pressing her forehead against his back. “You’re so bad.”

He chuckled. “I like yer swimsuit, by t’way.”

“I like yours too. Yellow suits you.”

He beamed over his shoulder at her. “Thank you, beautiful.”

When she had done his back and arms, he stood and held a hand out for her. “Oh. D’ya need me to do your chest too?”

He smiled, eyes hot on her. “Wouldn’t want t’get burned, love.”

She accepted his hand and let him pull her to her feet. “Skin cancer is no joke.”

He hummed, low in his chest. “Indeed.”

She knew she was blushing, but the way his eyes lingered on her face, staring more than once at her lips, it was a bit hard to keep one’s composure.

When she had finished, she took a step back. His eyes snapped up to hers from where he looked like he had been trying to make out the shape of her nipples.

“Turn around.” She fought not to shiver, they were in public and this was definitely not the time.

His hands dwarfed her as they slid along her ribcage and, though his arms were plenty long enough, when he gently pulled her closer, she went without argument until she was close enough that she could feel his chest against the back of her head when he breathed.

He pressed his nose against her hair and it all felt too intimate for the simple task they were supposedly achieving. He rubbed sunscreen into the skin of her back then simply reached around her to rub it into her stomach, careful to make sure her tattoos were properly covered.

Wouldn’t do, to let all that color fade.

It felt more like an embrace than it ought and she took a deep, stuttering breath that she was sure he heard.

“Probably shouldn’t do your chest, love.”

His lips were against her ear and this time she did shiver and he grinned against her skin. He held up the bottle in her line of sight and she grabbed it with a frustrated sigh.

“Can I watch though?”

“Fuck you, Styles.”

He laughed. “Oh I wish you would.”

She turned and stuck her tongue out at him. “Flirt.”

He shook his head, looking maybe a little sad. “A man possessed, love.” He saluted and made for the water.

“Need help, querido?”

Harry grinned at her. “Can I trust you in the kitchen?”

She shot him side-eye and sniffed contemptuously. “I’ll have you know that my mother is a chef and a restaurateur. I have been well-trained.”

“Oh! Well, excuse me!”

“You are excused.”

He laughed and pointed at a pile of un-chopped vegetables. “I would love some help.”

She grabbed another cutting board and knife. “How do you want it?”

He leaned over and whispered, “Just about any way you’re willing to give it to me.”

“Well, then.” She blushed and knocked her hip against his, smiling, and grabbed a pepper. “I’m going to carve this one into a dinosaur.”

He snickered. “I’m sure that’s fine.”

“So what are we making? Cause dinosaurs may not be appropro.”

He nodded seriously. “Very wise. It’s a stir fry.”

She set to roughly chopping the vegetables. “Okay a panda then.”

“So your mom is a chef?”

Jamie nodded. “She owns four restaurants in San Antonio and is looking to open something up in Austin.”

“Wow…” He made an impressed face. “And your dad does what?”

“He’s a social worker.” She grinned. “My mom likes to tell people that she’s his sugar mama, that she funds his dreams and allows him to save all the children.”

He laughed. “That’s excellent.”

“What do your parents do?”

“My mum is a mum and my dad was in finance.” He cleared the broccoli from his cutting board into a big bowl. “What does que- quer-“

“Querido?”

“Yeah. That.” He nodded, grabbing a carrot. “You called your brother that when you talked to him on the phone. At least, I think you did. What does it mean?”

“I probably called him ‘hermano querido’. In that context, it meant ‘dear’ or ‘cherished’. So ‘dear brother.’” She smiled. “Alone, it’s more like ‘darling’.”

He smiled down at her and dropped a kiss on her head. “Querido. I like that.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

“Havin’ fun, baby?”

“Yeah, it’s been a blast. It’s different process but in the best way.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s really collaborative, I guess?” She shrugged and brought her knees to her chest.

“We’re gonna start the movie, love.”

She turned over her shoulder and smiled at him. “Right. Momma, I gotta go. We’re gonna start a movie.”

“Alright, m’hija, talk to ya later.”

“That yer mum?” She nodded and he motioned for the phone. “Goodnight, Mrs. Schwartz.”

“Dios mio. Your voice is very deep.” She chuckled. “Are you Harry?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled at Jamie. “Your daughter is very talented.”

“Yes, she is. What are you watching?”

“The Proposal.”

“Excellent choice, m’hijo. I’ll let you get to it, then. Good night.”

“Good night.” He passed the phone back with a smile.

She shook her head at him. “Good night, Momma.”

“Good night, baby. Also, he sounds as attractive as he looks. Good God.”

She huffed. “If only you knew.”

“Make out with him for me.”

“What? Mother! That is so weird.”

“Is it?” She chuckled. “Bye, baby.”

“What did she say?”

She played dumb. “Hmm?”

He grinned. “You said ‘Mother!’ like she had said something scandalous.”

She shrugged. “That’s ah… privileged information.”

He made a face, nodding. “Fair enough. Mother-Daughter confidentiality.”

“Indeed.”

He threw his arm over her shoulder and led her back into the house. They settled in, Harry sitting in between her and Mitch and encouraging her to lean against him. She tucked herself into his side, head on his shoulder

Half-way through the movie, Mitch sighed. “I’m exhausted. Goin’ to bed.”

Harry nodded. “Dream of me!”

Mitch chuckled. “Always, bro!”

“Sweet dreams, Mitchy.”

Mitch grinned. “You too, Jamie-Wamie.”

Harry gathered her closer to him and then thought better of it. “Spoon with me?” He grinned down at her, enjoying the way the light from the TV played across her face.

She nodded and stood, allowing him to lay out on the couch, before joining him. Giggling as he cuddled her in as close as possible.

“Yes… this is what I want.” He kissed her shoulder.

She smiled and they lapsed back into silence, watching the rest of the movie, warm and comfortable.

When it had ended, they sat there, either one assuming the other had fallen asleep. She shifted and he tightened his arms around her.

“Are you awake?”

He nodded against her neck. “Have yeh ever been in love?”

She hummed and turned toward him. “I thought I was once, but I’m not so sure.”

He smiled softly and wrapped his arm tighter around her. “Wha’ happened?”

She shrugged. “I dated a guy in Nashville for about a year. One day he just came to me and said, ‘I’m not in love with you.’ And I kinda finished his sentence… like ‘anymore?’ and he just shrugged kinda helplessly. ‘No, I don’t think I ever loved you’.”

He made a face. “Was he cheatin’?”

She shook her head. “No he’s a nice guy, honestly. It was an easy break-up which is partially why I don’t think I ever really loved him. I honestly wasn’t that torn up about the relationship ending. I just couldn’t understand how someone could be in a relationship for that long without some sort of emotion at least. But maybe we were just existing in the same place. I guess I just felt a little unlovable is all.” She shrugged, with a self-deprecating smile. “That sounds horrible.”

“No, it’s not horrible. I can understand that feeling.” He cuddled her closer. “And yeh’re not unlovable, tha’s utter bollocks.”

“That’s sweet of you to say, but sadly the facts speak for themselves. I’m not sure there is anything really captivating about me. I’m boring at best.” She tried for a cheeky smile but failed. She couldn’t think of someone who’d been able to coax this much out of her without even trying.

He shook his head. “Bull-shit. Calm and rational, yes, comfortin’ and easy to be around, but definitely not borin’.”

“I can think of a couple failed first dates that would say differently.”

“They’re idiots.” He made a noise deep in his chest, eyes fierce. “They are just assholes who can’t see women as individuals and just treat them like… fuckin’ porn tropes. Yeh are captivatin’, yeh are beautiful and yeh are so easy to love. Yeh light up any room y’enter, really yeh do. I’m honestly finding myself dreadin’ goin’ back to LA, because this is the most fun I’ve eva had recordin’.”

“Thank you. This has easily been my favorite recording session I’ve ever done.” She shifted closer to him. “And what do you mean you ‘understand the feeling?’ You’re Harry Bloody Styles.”

He smiled slightly, more an ironic quirk of his lip then an actual smile. “It’s not that easy to fall in love with me.”

Her brow furrowed and she shook her head. “No, it really is.”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s all media bull-shit, not reality.”

She propped herself up on her elbow, frowning down at him. “That’s not what I’m talking about. Like at all. I’m not talking about the swaggering Gucci-whore they make you out to be. I don’t know that person.” She leaned closer. “I don’t know how anyone with two brain cells that rub together occasionally can buy that shit. I’m talkin’ about the person I met here, who is sweet and kind and genuine. Who can rock a Hawaiian shirt and unironically enjoy all the weird stuff you like. The man who told me that he wanted to make music to make others happy, not to make money or make a name or even to express some higher meaning, but because he genuinely wants to make other people happy. That’s who I know and I am telling you it is very easy to fall in love with that man.”

He traced his eyes over her face, smiling quietly. His hand came up to cup the back of her head, fingers lost in a cloud of tangled blonde curls. He was leaning in, eyes on her lips and intent but he stopped a hair’s breadth from her lips.

She swallowed and huffed out a short laugh. “Are you going to kiss me?”

“Should I?”

She sucked in a breath and shrugged. “I dunno. Should you?”

“I want te,” he breathed out, “God, I fuckin’ want te. Yeh’re so bloody beautiful.”

“Then please…”

He grinned and leaned forward, connecting their lips. She sighed, smiling against his mouth, and her fingers combed through his hair as he pulled her into his chest.

He wanted this to be slow, to savor her and this gift she was giving him. He didn’t want to rush, to make her feel caged in. He wanted her to understand, to get what he’d been trying to tell her earlier, what he’d been trying to convey since the first time he laid eyes on her, sipping tea out a cactus mug she took everywhere, and since he realized that he wanted to impress her, that he wanted her to be proud of their work here.

Proud of him.

But he got caught up. The taste of her mouth, she’d been sipping on tea since dinner, some fruity, iced concoction that lingered on her tongue, and it made this all seem surreal, now she tasted as sweet as he knew her to be and he almost laughed.

She shifted and he could feel her breasts against his chest, could feel the way her small hands clutched at him, dragging through her hair or massaging his shoulder. She gasped into his mouth and pressed her hips against his and suddenly, he was hovering over her, groaning into her mouth, one thigh between hers as he pressed everything he could against her, seeking as much contact as possible.

She slipped one hand under his shirt, nails that he knew to be painted bright yellow biting into his side, and he arched against her, grinding his hips into hers.

She pulled away gasping and he angled her head back, hand still in her hair, as he mouthed along her jaw, just sane enough to not mark her, to not give her something to explain tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

He pulled away and smiled down at her, while she tried to catch her breath. “Sorry, I went a bit mad.”

She chuckled. “No, it was fine. I was with you there.”

He kissed her again, chaste but lingering. “We should head to bed.”

She nodded. “To.. to sleep, yeah? Because having sex would probably not be a good idea.”

He nodded and sat up. “I agree. Not here.”

“Yeah, not here.”

Part I Up Next: Part II

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Prompt #146 - Covert Affairs

@@cali-forniacationn : “quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

Now, I don’t usually join in on the on-island-secret-relationship fics for reasons but this kind of called for that? and I couldn’t really think of anything entertaining enough to pull it off in any other way.

five-word prompts

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COVERT AFFAIRS

The music was soft, barely there behind the sound of voices and glasses intermittently toasting. It was the lavish sort of love affair with corporate wine and dining's Owen tried to keep on the down low. He wasn’t really needed there. Sure, he added to the conversation and the chances of money being thrown his way afterward was high. But, if he turned down the invitation no one would miss him. Where was the fun in that. He sat at home, wallowing in beer and motor oil most days of the week, an excuse to stand around in something a little more formal was unwelcome but came with sweet reward.

Secretly, he was there for her. Not because she wanted him there but because there was nothing better than pushing all of Claire Dearing’s buttons in a public space where she couldn’t do much about it. He didn’t usually approach her. Instead, Owen Grady kept his distance, watching the curve of her hip from across the room, or the way her smile changed depending on who she talked to. There was no reason for the investment party other than they liked to do it to torture themselves. Three to four times a year, rich somebodies stumbled onto the island to rub shoulders with Claire as she robbed their bank cheques with an exquisite smile. Often times, they gave them a private tour, leading the already drunk group through the nursery and labs, for kicks, taking the worst ones into the T-Rex observation deck.

Owen only had eyes for Claire, grinning at her over his glass or past the shoulder of whomever he was talking to. Eventually, like always, she grew tired of it. He felt his heart leap when she politely excused herself from the very large man who’d been occupying her attention for a good fifteen minutes or so. There was murder in her eyes and determination in her step as she crossed the room, her shoulder hitting his roughly as she stopped, arms leaning against the bar.

‘Quit staring!’ Claire hissed. ‘They’ll notice us!’ If there was one thing Owen had learnt about Claire; it was that she was paranoid. He chuckled, sound rumbling deep in his chest as he knocked his shoulder against hers.

‘What’s there to notice?’ He asked, leaning in a little closer. Claire only turned to him sharply, glaring so ferociously her eyes had been reduced to small slits. ‘I was thinkin’,’ he drawled, ‘That maybe you could show me that thing now?’

‘Ohh,’ Claire sighed, watching him with a particular spark in her eye. ‘That thing.’ Owen grinned, the smile sliding up his face as easily as the Cheshire cat as he nodded along with her drawn out syllables. Her hand found his thigh, sliding up the thick length of muscle as she turned away. ‘My office. Five minutes.’ She pulled away from him then, turning in a glamorous swish of black silk and leaving only the sweetest smell of her perfume.

Five minutes was suffocating, Owen’s blood already boiling under his skin as his fingers started to twitch with every passing second. He did as he was told, knowing if he turned up so much as thirty seconds early she would rather lecture him on being caught rather than what they had planned.

Owen knocked on her office door, softly and swiftly, waiting half a second before it pulled open and a slender hand yanked him inside. She was a flash of red hair, pale skin and black dress, so much so that Owen could barely focus on the minute details of her. He hadn’t seen her up close all night, apart from their moment at the bar and he was starting to question how much of it all he would remember. Everything with Claire was about savouring it for later. Owen never knew when the next time would be. He played into hope, toying with her, pushing her buttons, and whispering filthy things against her cheek when others were out of ear shot. He tried to play his cards as best he could and so far Owen was on a winning streak.

Her mouth was hot against his, fingers strong and frantic as she pushed and pulled at his clothes. Claire’s breath was already notched in the middle of her throat, causing her to pant softly, sound a little pitched as his mouth latched to her neck. ‘Careful, careful, careful.’ She muttered quietly, teeth locked to his earlobe as his rough hands tugged at her dress. Gentle fingers joined his, almost half the size of his calloused digits, assisting in the urgent crinkling of her dress. Instead, she pulled it up slowly, her fingers locked in his, eyes caught as she bit her lip. ‘Sometimes, Mr Grady, you have to be soft.’ He only grunted, smirking as he did so.

‘I ain’t anything near soft.’ He retorted, hands sliding around her ass, grasping tightly before landing her with a swift smack. Claire jumped, shock on her face twisting into pure lust as she purred.

‘I knew what I signed up for.’ To say they had intended to fuck frantically in his office, or hers, or any other secluded yet semi accessible place, would be a lie. Neither of them planned it. Claire was happy to live in a world where she openly detested him, while he continued to make her blush. Maybe Owen planned it. Just a little bit. Never did he think it would actually happen. The two of them hissing at each other between kisses as she fought him, refusing to back down even as the whimpers started to escape her.

They refused to accept it. Not beyond continuing to collide in dark offices and parking lots, steaming the windows of her car or breaking furniture in his wreck of a bungalow. Neither knew how it moved to their homes, but understood it was a rarity. They stuck to parties and breaks in meetings, all around places where people would eventually notice they were missing.

She gasped when he turned them, shoving her back against the wall with a slight thud as she finally got his hips free from synthetic cotton. ‘I don’t think I can let you go back to that investor knowing you have no underwear on.’ Owen grunted, his palms rubbing circles across her thighs.

Claire did what she could to not roll her eyes, Owen lifting her off her feet as she sighed. ‘Have you see this dress?’ She scraped her nails across the back of his neck, lips pressed to his as he chased her for a kiss. He grunted again. Owen had seen her dress, like every other man there, and he was the only one able to make a move. ‘Plus, you and I both know that you’re going to make this whole night worth my time and tomorrow morning he’ll have donated a an even half a million to fund the new asset in the hopes of seeing me again.’

‘No shop talk.’ He grumbled before catching her lips effectively hushing her as jealousy flared in his chest. Owen was still trying to figure out if the thoughts in his head and the feeling in his chest was enough to commit to her, to inquire ever so gently if they could make it a permanent thing; strings attached and everything, that maybe he could confess it to more than just Barry and keep Claire one-hundred per cent to himself. Where he knew the lack of underwear was purely for the aesthetic of her dress, Owen also knew part of it was for him that there had to be a thrill in knowing he would discover it later and act accordingly. She knew how to keep him on his toes, regardless and Owen wasn’t sure he wanted to let that go.

She nodded softly, coyly obedient, which wasn’t Claire. ‘I’ll shut up, you; fuck me.’ Maybe he was the obedient one, the woman lulling him into a false sense of control as he did exactly what she requested and all without running her dress.

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