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The Reaper and the Vixen - Chapter Four (Eric X Fox)

Rating: M

Genre: Drama, Angst, Language

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TRIGGER WARNINGS - SAME AS CHAPTER 2, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE THEMES.

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Eric paced almost manically. It was close to seven and Fox was due any minute. He’d barely been able to hold himself together after Fox had agreed to meet him tonight, squirming in his chair and grinning like a goddamn idiot. Fox had been kind enough to ignore this, or was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to notice, and had cleaned and covered his new tattoo with a clear bandage, giving him instructions to leave the covering on for three days and watch for any unusual redness almost as if nothing had happened, almost. The faint tinge of her cheeks had given her away.

Eric had all but floated out of the shop, looking over his shoulder to see Fox watching him as well, a mix of nervousness and anticipation on her delectable face; before drifting into the local grocery store, flitting around like some tattooed, leather-clad faery sprinkling magical dust on toadstools or some shit as he filled a basket with supplies. If anyone noticed his light heartedness he didn’t notice them and he’d soared home on an unbelievable high. Fox was giving him a chance, she was letting down her mysterious guard enough to give him a peek inside and his body hummed with anticipation. He wanted her, more than he’d ever wanted a woman before, his groin tightening uncomfortably every time he let himself think of touching her, but it was so much more than that.

Fox calmed him, in a way he could honestly say no one else could, or ever did. It was exactly like the clichéd ‘coming home’ analogy. Eric had never felt totally at peace, totally comfortable in his skin or surroundings, always just the tiniest bit on edge, like something essential was absent, a cog missing in a machine that unbalanced it just enough. The club helped, his brothers helped, enormously; but there had always been a latent absence in Eric’s heart, one he’d been so used to, so inured to he’d not even fully recognized it was there until Fox had appeared, like sunlight at the mouth of a cave and illuminated it. Now he was painfully aware of this fissure in his soul, and that he’d been unconsciously trying to fill it, or at least soothe it’s ache, with meaningless flings, temporarily numbing the soul-deep hurt with physical release. No more, his body, his heart, his soul only wanted one now, would never settle for anything else.

If Eric’s mother had still been alive she would have spouted some new-age theories about ‘soul mates’ and finding ‘your eternal, infinite mate’ the one you’d been destined for, the one you were reborn into each new life to eventually find and Eric would have scoffed at her teasingly, disregarding her nonsense on the surface while internally squealing like a teenage fan girl about it. She would have loved Fox, Eric mused, and he was genuinely and deeply saddened that his mom never got to meet Fox, that Fox never got to meet her; that his mother had died before she could have witnessed her only child truly happy, gone to her grave knowing without a doubt that Eric was going to be alright, that he’d found his rock and safe place, the only thing she’d ever truly desired for him.

‘All I want is to see you truly happy, Eric. You have the club and your brothers and an active life, but I know you’re not complete, not yet. When you finally find that person, the one that makes you feel so alive you worry you’ll just explode, hang onto them, never let them go. You deserve that love and you deserve that happiness. I’m sorry, your dad died before he should have, and you were forced to grow into a man too soon, to take care of a mother who failed you, who let her sorrow override her responsibility to care for her child, but you never punished me for it, you waited for me and I can never find enough words to tell you how proud I am of the man you’ve become. You remind me of your father, so much it hurts sometimes. You deserve love Eric, and I know you’ll find it. Just don’t be afraid of it when it comes.’

Eric shuddered as his mom’s final words echoed through his mind. She’d been sick for awhile, finally caved and gone to the doctor only to learn that it was too late to do anything but prolong the inevitable and she’d eschewed any last ditch medical treatments in favour of wringing as much as she could out of each day. In the end she’d been lucky, and an infection had taken her before the final agonies of cancer could, and Eric had sat with her at the end, held her hand as she’d whispered this last wisdom to him, until she’d finally sank back into the blankets and left him. She’d known, Eric realized with a shock, Mom knew that Fox was out there, that we would meet eventually and she’d tried to direct me as best she could because she had been right; his love for Fox was so intense he did feel like he could explode and it did make him afraid, the depth of passion and connection he felt with her.

Shaking his head Eric forced these thoughts away, the last thing he needed to do was answer the door looking like he’d just been bawling. Ducking into the bathroom he splashed cold water on his face and scrubbed, taking a few deep breaths to slow his heart. Shit, if Fox could hear his thoughts just now she’d run screaming in the other direction, straight to the police station for a restraining order. He’d never been this nervous around another person before, never and, at the same time, so absolutely at peace. He’d also never been this introspective or deep in the past and a smile curved his lips just as the doorbell rang.

Taking a few more deep breaths Eric opened the front door and couldn’t stop a huge smile. Fox smiled cautiously back, her expression much more uncertain, and cleared her throat. She’s swapped out her work clothes for black skinny jeans and a sleeveless black silk blouse with that big, baggy neckline Eric had heard Tris call ‘cowl’. Her hair was drawn up into a large clip and a pair of silver coloured flats now hid her hardcore pedicure; she shifted her feet nervously, startling Eric out of his distraction.

“You look beautiful.” Eric blurted and Fox’s adorable flush was back.

“Thank you,” Fox murmured, “you clean up nicely yourself.”

Although not vain about his appearance, Eric found himself flattered all the same. Not wanting to dress up too over the top he’d eschewed his only black suit (worn to funerals and weddings, and that was it) and instead had on his nicest jeans and a black button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up. His feet were bare because he hated wearing shoes unless he absolutely needed to, and yes, he’d ridden his bike barefoot before, and his face still tingled from the quick shave he’d given it while the spaghetti sauce was simmering.

He realized he’d all but froze at the door like some malfunctioning robot and cleared his throat. “Come in.”

Fox stepped past him, chewing her bottom lip then turned and held out a six-pack. “Here, you said not to bring anything but Tris was absolutely scandalized to hear that and demanded I at least bring something to drink.”

Eric grinned, imagining Tris’ hissy fit and accepted the pack. “Never had this before.” It was some dark ale, from a brewery he’d never heard of, Dark Horse Distillery.

“Yeah, I didn’t know any of the stores around here carried it. Some friends of mine opened a microbrewery a couple years ago and this is one of their products, my favourite of theirs, actually.”

“Thanks Fox, I can’t wait to try it, I love dark beer.”

Fox smiled in return, her anxiety lessening slightly. Eric stepped back, gesturing her to continue further into the house and he smiled when he saw Fox’s expression. His house wasn’t huge but it was his and he loved it. The ground floor was mostly open, the kitchen, living room and dining room all combined, with a separate bathroom, bedroom and utility room, and an absolutely massive loft above. The loft was what had drawn Eric here in the first place, it was enormous, with it’s own ensuite and balcony, the exposed beams rustic and homey. Eric couldn’t count the number of times he’d fantasized in the last few weeks about making love to Fox up here, pressing her against the balcony railing as he drove into her from behind, their mingled cries reverberating through the surrounding woods, laying beneath her on his king-size bed as she rode him hard and fast, making use of the giant shower and it’s multiple jets and ledges.

Fox turned back towards him, and something squeezed in Eric’s chest at the expression on her face.

Her cheeks went beet red this time. “I’ve always loved this style of house,” she murmured quietly. “The loft, the open ground floor. Never really got a chance to design them in Seattle.”

Eric hoped the sudden flare of emotion in his heart didn’t show on his face, but goddammit, the woman he loved cherished the same style of house he did, maybe he was going to explode.

Clearing his throat Eric forced his attention back to supper. “Spaghetti’s ready, do you want to sit out on the veranda?”

Fox ducked her head. “That would be nice.”

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** Fox couldn’t quite stifle a moan as she tasted the spaghetti and Eric was insanely grateful the patio table hid how suddenly, insanely turned on he was by the sound. His entire body tensed and he had to flex his fist against his thigh, digging his nails into the denim to ground himself. Christ, if he was lucky enough to take Fox to his bed he would goddamn well combust if she made that noise again.

She flushed again. “This is good.”

“You sound surprised.” Eric teased, grinning lazily.

Fox took the bait, grinning back. “Well, I knew you were a motorcycle god, but I didn’t know you were cordon bleu as well.”

“You’d be amazed at what I could do for you.” The words were out before Eric even realized he’d said them and his breath caught in his chest at his audacity. His chest loosened again as she only smiled wider.

“Maybe you’ll show me one day.”

“Anytime you want, baby.”

Fox ducked her head, hiding her smile and Eric exhaled hard, fighting to subdue the fierce sensations racing through his body. Christ, if he didn’t get a handle on himself soon he was going to screw this up royally.

Fox looked back up again and Eric held his breath, waiting. “You mentioned a movie, maybe?”

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** Eric was hardly watching the movie, he was watching Fox. She’d squealed when she’d seen the DVD, plucking it from the shelf like a kid at Christmas. Eric would have happily watched paint dry as long as he could sit with Fox while he did, and he couldn’t stop a chuckle at her enthusiasm.

“I love this movie,” she bit her lip in that adorable, pants-tightening way. “Is this one okay?”

“Whatever you want,” Eric smiled.

Now, maybe halfway through, Eric would be hard pressed to remember what movie was playing. He’d had eyes only for Fox the entire time. Perched on the opposite end of the couch Fox sat, her feet tucked up underneath her, eyes glued to the screen. She’d tensed slightly when Eric had moved to sit on the couch as well, but he’d purposefully sat at the opposite end, leaning back with a sigh and spreading his legs in that basely masculine way. The beer she’d brought was good, damn good in fact, and Eric had already decided to bring it into the club, the gorillas there could use some culture.

He watched her drain her bottle and stood, reaching for it. “Here, I’m empty too, I’ll grab another.”

Her answering smile set his heart aflame and once he was behind her, in the kitchen, Eric had to rest his hands on the counter and take a few deep breaths to slow it’s racing. Fuck, what was this woman doing to him?

Flipping the cap off one, Eric returned to the couch and held it out to Fox. Panic flashed in her eyes and he was momentarily stunned.

“What?”

She fumbled to speak, obviously distressed, her cheeks reddening again. “I’m sorry, can I have an unopened one?”

Eric frowned for a half-second in confusion then, like a puzzle, everything fell into place with an audible thump. Managing a smile he handed her his bottle, still unopened and sat at the other end again. His heart pounded in his chest and he found it hard to breathe. Goddammit, if he was right..... Reaching for the remote, he paused the movie.

“How old were you?”

“What?” Fox asked, but the waver in her voice told Eric she’d heard and understood him perfectly.

“How old were you when someone put something in your drink?” Eric repeated gently, not trusting himself to look over at her.

Fox was silent for so long Eric began to fear that she was just going to leave, leap to her feet and run away, but then, she drew in a shaky breath and whispered. “Nineteen.”

Eric’s breath left him in a painful rush and a deep ache settled in his chest. He couldn’t look at her, or else he’d leap at Fox and drag her into his arms, terrify her with the intensity of his desire to comfort her.

“My first year of university. The boy I loved, thought I’d marry, have babies with. He’d been wanting to have sex, but I was still a virgin and kept saying no, I was afraid of the pain..... he invited me to a friend’s party and I woke up just as he was...... finishing. I could almost have told myself it was all a bad dream if I hadn’t found out I was pregnant a month later.”

Eric found it hard to breathe, his knuckles white as he fought not to simultaneously draw Fox into his arms and pound the living shit out of something. A killing rage coiled through his limbs, tempered only by his desire to soothe Fox.

“God, baby. I’m sorry.” He managed to whisper, his voice rough, seconds from breaking. It all made sense, everything, Fox’s fears, her aloofness, everything and Eric had never felt so desolate and helpless.... and enraged. “What.... what happened to-” he couldn’t finish.

“The baby? Abortion... I couldn’t deal with it, with anything.... I made myself finish school, made myself forget.” Her voice finally cracked and she broke down, curling in on herself with a heartbroken whimper and Eric couldn’t and wouldn’t stop himself anymore.

He scooted beside her and gently, carefully, like Fox was a wild animal he was trying to save from a trap, wrapped his arms around her. Fox tensed for a heartbeat, gasping through the tears, then gave in with a moan, leaning into Eric and curling her fingers into his shirt. Her body shook violently and Eric was alarmed at the intensity of her crying, he wondered if this was the first time she’d ever truly given herself permission to let go and just grieve, cry for the girl who’d been hurt so unforgivably that night. Even as his heart ached, his breath locking down with sorrow, his muscles burned with rage, to tear and rip, bathe in the blood of the worthless fuck who’d done this to his woman. That’s right, it was useless to pretend otherwise, Fox was his, now and forever.

“Who was it?” Eric gritted.

“His name was Anthony..... Anthony Fraiy. Last I heard he-” Fox hiccuped against his chest, then broke down anew, her tears hot against Eric’s skin, no doubt she could hear, feel, the pounding of his heart, feel the conflicting emotions running through him. “-he was in LA, designing celebrity mansions.” Eric doubted she realized fully what she’d just told him, comprehended yet what Eric planned to do with it.

Oh yes, Anthony Fraiy would beg for death at the end.

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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Find Your Light: Part 2

Pairings: Jason Momoa x Reader

Warnings: Cheating (not Jason or reader), swearing, angst

Word Count: 3,260

Part 1

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“Bruh… why is she standing in the mud in a wedding dress?” Jason’s friend, Ian asked quietly and in Hawaiian as the two men looked out into their back yard from the porch. Jason sighed and shook his head.

“Her fiancé was sleeping with her maid of honor and the two of them tricked her into getting that dress.” He shook his head and looked over at his friend and one of his roommates. “She was drinking champagne from the bottle on the beach and talking about wearing that dress into the ocean. With how tiny she is and how big that dress is…” He shook his head again and looked back at you. “I couldn’t leave her.” His friend pat his back firmly and nodded.

“You and your lost puppies, J.” He teased as he grabbed his duffle bag off the couch and headed down the stairs. You glanced over and took the last drag of your cigarette as Jason and three of his friends joined you. He called you over by the term he called you on the beach, ‘nani’ meaning beautiful with a smile.

“You ever been paint balling?” You cocked your eyebrow at him as you put your cigarette out in the ashtray on the small table in the middle of the patio under the main, wood house.

“Yea, when I was like twelve.” Jason nodded at you as he grabbed a spare helmet and a belt for extra paintballs out of his friend, Tony’s bag.

“Well… I think that this will be a lot more fun than just walking into the ocean. Dress gets painted. You can take out your anger on us.” He smirked as he came over to you with the helmet. “It’s a win win, right?” You pursed your lips and shrugged as he held the mask up to the front of your face.

“Ehh, fuck it.” You said as you helped guide the mask into place. He smiled broadly, showcasing two adorable dimples as he pulled the strap over your head. He started talking in fast Hawaiian to his friends as he tightened the straps behind your head and the belt around your waist, laying out ground rules saying that the dress was the only thing they could hit on you and that hiding this game was frowned upon so they could help you… not that you understood any of it. Ian handed him a spare paintball gun and he brought it over to you.

“Now this is easy. Aim and pull the trigger. You load the paint balls up here.” You nodded as he demonstrated and looked at you. “If it stops shooting, give it a little shake and try again. If you shake it and it’s empty, grab this and fill it back up.” You nodded again as he tapped on the extra container in the belt around your waist.

“If you need to stop or you run out of paintballs, yell stop. If you need help, yell for help.” You nodded at him as he shot a single paint ball off into the woods and handed you the gun. “You get a thirty second head start. Better hurry.” You nodded at him and headed out into the woods. You made it about twenty feet before a paintball hit you right in the ass. You squeaked and whipped around.

“Better run, nani.” You smiled behind your mask, hiked up the front of your mud splattered dress and ran into the woods as fast as you could. Dodging paint balls became a none option so you stopped in front of a palm tree, whipped around and started shooting.

You laughed to yourself as you watched the four guys scatter behind thin trees that wouldn’t even be able to cover you if you stood behind them. You didn’t even care that it was four against one because at that moment, you didn’t think about the fact that you literally walked out on your wedding. You didn’t think about the fact that, when you went back to North Carolina where you were from, you would have to move back in with your mom since you had no where else to go. You didn’t care that your best friend stabbed you in the back. All you could think about was hitting one of these Hawaiian’s with another paint ball.

After a few moments of standing in front of the tree, being splattered with greens, oranges, blues and pinks, you finally took off toward your left. You caught the perfect glimpse of Jason’s ass as he ran to another tree and got a good shot on each ass cheek before he ducked behind a large bush with a laugh. You reloaded your gun and ran straight into the line of fire, almost enjoying the slight pull at the tulle of your dress when it snagged on a tree or bush. You laid down gun fire like a pro, (in your mind) and successfully painted the trees in Jason’s yards and missed the four guys you were aiming for half the time you aimed at them. After about twenty minutes of shooting, you all ran out of ammunition and you were successfully covered in colorful spots.

“That was amazing!” You said as Jason came over to check out the damage. You smiled at him as you pulled off your mask and looked down at your dress. “You guys have some good aim.”

“Yea, so do you.” Jason said as he rubbed his ass to make a point. You shrugged as you turned this way and that to look at the back of your dress.

“Pay back for this.” You said as you pointed at the green paint spot on your own ass. Your eyes paused for a moment at a smeared orange blob that had ripped off a chunk of beads off the bodice. You shrugged and looked up at Jason with a small smile. “Thank you.” He waved his hand at you and scoffed.

“Please. How many guys out there can say they destroyed a two thousand dollar dress?”

“Try twelve thousand.” You said as you pulled off a few loose beads and dropped them on the ground with a shrug. “It’s a twelve thousand dollar dress.” He whistled loudly as he took your gun from you and followed his friends toward his house.

“Well damn.” You shrugged as you held up your dress so you wouldn’t trip.

“You should have seen the one I wanted. Its was this embroidered fit and flare with a pretty halter neckline. Only six grand but it didn’t make me look like a damn hooker with a giant ass.” You looked up at him with a shrug as tears stung the backs of your eyes. “I looked so beautiful in it, too.”

“I bet you did, ku’uipo.” You looked over at him as he sat down on the swinging bench chair and pat the spot beside him. You huffed and shook your head.

“I won’t fit.” Before you could even react, he reached out, grabbed your hips and effortlessly plopped you down on the seat beside him. You burst out laughing as he pulled the many paint and mud covered, ripped layers of tulle onto his lap and pulled you into his side.

“Look, that… ‘kēlā holo’…” He shook his head as he softly squeezed your arm. “That asshole doesn’t deserve your tears. Fuck him, alright?” You nodded as you laid your head down softly on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to be nice to me.” You said softly as you pulled at a rip in the gown.

“Yea I do.” He said with a nod. “Because you may not believe it right this minute but you deserve it now more than ever.” You heard one of the guys yell that beer was up and Jason pat your arm. “Come on. Let’s get you drunk.”

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“You’re really strong.” You slurred for probably the tenth time in the past hour as Jason carried you bridal style, in a pair of his basketball shorts that were bound to fall off at any second and a tank top Tony’s girlfriend’s left behind through the lobby of your hotel. “How strong are you?”

“Really strong.” He said with a chuckle as you dragged your fingernails through his beard. Your eyes went wide and your mouth fell open into an ‘o’.

“No way!” You said as he hit the elevator button. “That’s so cool!” You moved your fingers across his face to the scar across his eyebrow. Your head tilted to the side to look at it as he watched you look at him with child like wonder. He hiked you up a bit as he stepped into the elevator, making sure that his duffle bag with your wonderfully ruined wedding dress made it into the elevator, too.

“You’re really pretty.” You said as you ran your fingers through his hair as he pushed the button for the 18th floor. “Like it’s unfair.”

“Well I’m not the only pretty one in this elevator.” Your brow furrowed as you looked around the other wise empty elevator. When you saw no one there, you looked back up at him.

“Me?” You asked as you touched your chest. His smile grew even more and he nodded. “Nooo.” You said with a growl as you pushed on his chest. Your drunk mind was instantly distracted by the muscles. “Wow.”

“You like that a lot, don’t you?” He teased as he exited the elevator and headed down to the honeymoon suite. You nodded as you continued to lightly poke at the muscle.

“Don’t see that on the east coast.” You suddenly gasped as he set you down in front of the door so he could get your handbag out of the duffle. “I have to call my mom! She has to see you!”

“We can call your mom, nani.” You repeated the word with a giggle as he used his body to keep you upright.

“Keep talking in Hawaiian. It’s sexy as fuck.” He glanced over at you as he pushed the room door open and threw his duffle into the room. As he picked you up once more, he started talking in Hawaiian, causing you to actually moan. You laid your head on his chest as he pushed the door closed with his foot and threw the lock. He carried you into the room and cocked his eyebrow at the sheer tackiness off it. There was a stereotypical, red, heart shaped bed in the middle of the room and the ceiling was covered with a giant mirror. His facial expression changed as he looked at the stack of cases of beer you had on the desk beside your suitcase.

“You still with me, nani?” You nodded slowly as he set you down on the middle of the bed.

“Will you stay with me? I don’t wanna be alone.” You said as tears welled in your eyes. He nodded at you as he pulled off your shoes and pulled the blankets back.

“Sleep, ku’uipo. Hiamoe.”

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Your head pounded and your mouth felt like the Sahara desert… but for the first time in six years, you felt warm as you woke up. Actually, a little too warm. You slowly peeled your eyes open in the thankfully dark room and blinked the sleep out of them. You tried to move to figure out what was going on but the arm around your waist tightened and pulled you closer. Your brow furrowed as you looked back over your shoulder, letting the memories from the previous day come rushing back as you caught a glimpse of a very broad shoulder and brown and blonde hair that did not belong to you.

“Oh, God.” You groaned to yourself as you laid your head back down on the pillow. You did a quick check to make sure you were still dressed before shrugging and accepting the situation. You slid your hand down Jason’s arm as his huffed breath and beard brushed across your shoulder.

“She’s alive.” He said with a chuckle. “How are you feeling, ku’uipo?”

“I think I’m dying.” He chuckled as he scooted back and gently pulled you on to your back.

“Do you even remember me bringing you back here?” You shook your head softly as you rested your hand on his on your stomach.

“The last thing I remember is Tony betting Ki that he couldn’t shot gun a beer while doing a head stand.” You looked over at him as he propped himself up on his hand with a smile. “Did he do it?”

“Nope. He fell through the bathroom door.” You giggled as he picked his hand up and pointed to your bags. “You’ve been ringing for about an hour. Well, more like just beeping.” You looked over at your bags and sighed.

“Guess it’s never to early to start drinking.” With a groan, you sat up, instantly regretting the choice when your head spun. “Oh shit… beer. I need beer.” Jason laughed as he got out of bed to grab a beer. “The white purse too, please.” You said as you scooted back against the head board. You looked up as he popped the top of a beer from the fridge and handed you it and your bag. With a soft ‘thanks’ you took a swig and dug through your purse for your phones and your iPad.Your beeping burner had three missed calls from your mom, which you expected, and your old cellphone, which was paid for by David, was officially just a paper weight. You muttered ‘shocking’ and tossed it in your purse as you called your mother back in a FaceTime call from your tablet.

“Oh, thank God, you’re alive." Sarabeth shouted dramatically after a single ring. “I’ve been worried…”

“Yea, hang over, ma. Turn down the main vane, please.” You heard Jason chuckle as he came out of the bathroom and grabbed himself a beer. You missed your mother’s question and leaned around the tablet to get a good look of him in just a pair of shorts. “Damn.”

“What? What’s goin’ on over there?” You mother called out. You shook your head as Jason purposely leaned against the wall as casually as he could. You nearly forgot that your mother was on the phone as he smiled at you and winked. “(Y/N) (Y/M/N)!”

“What!” You said as you jumped the slightest bit and looked back at your mother as your face flushed red.

“Who’s in that room with you, you little hussy?” Your face deadpanned as you rolled your eyes.

“Just…” You looked up at Jason and smirked. “Can you just… for one moment?” You raised your arm to mimic flexing and he chuckled.

“Sure. Why not.” He set his beer down, flipped on the room light and flexed. With a smile, you glanced down at your mother and shook your head.

“You are not ready for this.” You informed her as you flipped the camera around. You moved the camera until he was in the center and your mothers jaw literally dropped.

“Holy shit.” You smirked and nodded in agreement as Jason turned so she could see his bare muscular back. You and you mother both hummed your approval. “Yea… I need ta come ta Hawaii.” With a laugh, you flipped the camera back around and nodded.

“Yea. I never wanna leave.” You smiled at your companion as he grabbed his beer and came over to lay on the bed. “His name is Jason. He was supposed to be my surf instructor but he helped me trash my dress instead. Where…?” You asked as you glanced over at him but he cut you off.

“Duffle on the floor. Purse is in there too.” You nodded and pat his arm in thanks.

“He took me paint balling. I’m half temped to send the thing to Ashley. It’s fucking destroyed.” You giggled as you took a swig of beer and pointed at the screen. “I’ll send you a picture when I get off here.” She nodded at you as she reached over and grabbed her ever present notebook of things she needed to remember.

“He obviously shut your phone off.” Sarabeth said as she picked up her reading glasses. “We’ll put ya on my phone bill when ya come home unless ya wanna just get your own out yonder. I don’t care either way.” You nodded at her as she pointed at her notebook and ran down her list. “I collected all the stuff that he threw out in the yard with your lawyer and the cops. I still cain’t believe he did that shit, sweetheart.” You said ‘called it’ as you finished off your beer and set it down on the table beside the bed. “I couldn’t get your car but we knew that. Umm…. Da, da, da… Oh, he willingly gave me Stella.” You squealed with joy and kicked your feet as your mom moved the camera over so you could see your yorkie fur child laying on the princess castle bed your mother had bought for when she watched Stella for you.

“Oh, thank God. I would have killed him if he tried to take my baby.”

“Yea, well if you think I’m dressin’ her up every day, you got another thang comin’ ta ya.” You rolled your eyes and looked at her as she put her tablet back on the counter. She took one look at you and threw her hands in the air. “Alright, so I dress her up more than you. Sue me for settlin’ for a fur grandchild from my only kid.” Jason laughed as you nodded your head.

“Yea, that’s what I thought.”

“Shut up, brat.” She put her glasses back on and glanced back at her list. “So I think that’s it…” She glanced back up with you and took off her glasses with a sigh. She set them and her notebook off to the side and smiled at you. “One last thang and I’ll let ya go. Please, please have fun. Jason?”

“Yes ma’am?” You tilted your tablet toward him as he rested his chin on your shoulder. She pointed at him and tried to look as serious as she could.

“You make sure my baby has a good time. I’m holdin’ ya too it.” He smiled at her and nodded.

“Yes ma’am.”

“An’ make sure you use condoms…”

“MOTHER!” You flipped the camera toward you as Jason burst out laughing and hid his face behind your shoulder. “I’m hanging up on you, you horrible, horrible woman.”

“Love you, sweetheart. Call me tomorrow to check in.” You nodded at her and blew her a kiss.

“Love you, too, mama. Bye.” You waved and hit end before quickly hiding under the blankets.

“Your mother is awesome.” Jason said as he lifted up the blanket to look at you. You whined and pulled at his arm.

“I’m so sorry!” He shook his head and chuckled as he slid under the blankets beside you.

“Hey, it’s just your mother looking out for you. That’s what parents are for.” You sighed and let him pull you into his chest. “Hey, how about in a little bit, we go get breakfast and figure out what we’re gunna do today?” You nodded as he put his hand on your hip and tangled his long legs with yours.

“Sounds like a plan but… can we just rest for a bit longer?” He smiled and nodded.

“Perfect plan.”

Part 3

#Jason Momoa x Reader #Find Your Light

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