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disasterdeacy · 5 years

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Some Day, One Day: Present Day Brian May x Reader

A/N: this whole fic is based on a conversation/rp that I had with my sweet angel Tori @meddows-taylors, and I just felt the need to share this with y’all lovely angels. Tori, God bless you and your ability to help me hammer out writing, ilysm sis and idk what I would do without you! Everyone plz go give her a follow, because half of Brian’s part was written by my girl. ALSO!!! Any mention of Anita or Chrissie is completely fictionalized for the purpose of this fic!

Pairing: Present Day Brian May x Reader

Warnings: Age Gap, Infidelity, Angst, Fluff, 18+

Word Count: 12.2k (she thicc)

Summary: (Y/N) has been working as a volunteer at Save Me for almost a year whenever she gets a chance, and she absolutely loves it. Brian May has been overjoyed for the past 6 months, particularly when he gets the opportunity to work with his favorite young volunteer/lawyer (Y/N), the only issue? She’s 50 years younger than him, and he’s married… One night, after a particularly stressful week for the two, Brian decides that he can’t stand being away from his friend anymore, and plans a little excursion for the two, completely platonic of course…

You ran a hand through your damp hair, groaning in pleasure as you fell into your bed, the nest like way you’d arranged your pillows and blankets cradling your absolutely exhausted form.

Today had been shit, well actually, the whole week had been shit.

Work was a nightmare, your mom had called and told you that your childhood cat had needed to be put down, your favorite pair of heels had broken while you ran to catch your train, and you hadn’t been able to see Brian all week.

That’s what hurt the most.

You’d texted every day of course, but your schedules prevented you from actually seeing one another. You had usually managed to get to Save Me at least once a week, volunteering as you’d been doing for the past 6 months. But, this week had just not allowed it, and you missed Brian terribly. He was the best friend you could imagine, that brilliant, incredible, funny, kind, beautiful, married... man.

Burying you face into the robin’s egg blue pillow case, you let out an even louder groan this one out of annoyance at yourself for your own stupidity. Brian was married, you’d MET his wife, she’d made you a birthday dinner.. but she also didn’t provide him with the support he needed. She didn’t make him feel like he mattered to her, and that hurt you. But, she was still his wife. Anita was still married to Brian, and you had no right to interfere in that aspect of his life, as much as you wanted to.

Rolling over, you sighed, pushing the still wet curls from you face as you did so. Of course you would fall in love with a married man almost triple your age, and a rock star at that. You had tried so hard to deny your feelings for him, tried to tell yourself that you were an idiot, that you only admired him and wanted to be close to him platonically, but this week of not being in his presence for a single second almost killed you. In all honesty, Brian being missing from your life this past week was definitely a contributing factor in how shitty your week has been.

Your phone rang suddenly, interrupting your wallowing time. Rolling over to the other side of your bed, pulling your phone off of the charger and answering quickly, not even bothering to check the caller ID, only one person ever called you this late.

“Hello stranger.”

“Well hello to you, too.” Brian hopes he’s able to hide the smile in his voice, glad that you can’t hear the sound of his heart hammering in his chest. He shivers a little, pulling his coat tighter around himself, starting to realize he really hadn’t thought this through…. But he hadn’t been able to stop himself, the week had been a bad one, he knew. When the two of you had spoken very briefly on the phone yesterday, he swore he’d heard you on the verge of crying. Brian hated knowing that you felt upset—that you were hurting, so he’d thrown together a plan, trying to convince himself he was doing it as a friend, to cheer you up. Nothing more, completely platonic.. But now he was stood outside your apartment building in the frigid London air, feeling a bit like an idiot

“Please tell me you’re home?”

You smiled into the phone, stress practically disappearing from your body as you heard his soft voice through the speaker. Laughing at his question, you sit up in the bed, eyebrow raised.

“Well seeing as how it’s,”

You turned around, gazing at the time on your beside clock.

“11:34 at night on a Wednesday, yes I am my dear Doctor May. Why do you ask?”

You shuffled off the bed as you spoke, walking over to your bedroom window, smiling widely as you spied the familiar white curls standing beside his car, parked right outside of your flat.

He notices your figure and waves up at you, a bright smile on his face

“Well, my dear, I’m afraid we’ve got a bit of an emergency on our hands.” His voice is quite chipper for someone saying they’ve got an emergency to tend to

“Can you come help me with it?”

He sends you a pouty look. He hoped you wouldn’t say no— you were already in your pajamas.

“.... unless I’m ruining your night!” Brian hastily adds the last bit, chastising himself once again for not trying to plan this better. For all he know you were with someone up there, or he’d rudely woken you from sleep.. one of the possibilities upset him far worse than the other.

You waved back down at him, a wide smile nearly splitting your face at his little pout.

“So long as I this emergency doesn’t require me to change out of my galaxy pajama pants, I’m all yours for the night. No work tomorrow.”

Mentally fist pumping the fact that you’d taken the next day off for a mental health day. Your boss had actually suggested it, noticing just how stressed you’d been over the past few days. She was a goddamn angel, and if it meant that you were going to be able to spend a little time with Brian? You would have to send her a fruit basket. Smiling down at him, you shook your head at his final statement.

“Bri you could never ruin my night. Let me slip on a bra and some shoes and I’ll be down in 5.”

You moved away from the window, about to hang up, before gasping and turning back to the window.

“Also young man! Get inside that car! It’s absolutely freezing out there, and if you catch your death outside of my apartment, my mom will never let me hear the end of it!”

You hung up the phone, shaking your head at the fact that the smartest man you knew was stood outside his warm car in the frigid London cold, but also smiling at the fact that he was doing it for you. Quickly throwing on a bra and jacket, you slipped on a pair of shoes and bounded down the stairs, plucking up your purse as you walked out of your flat. Locking the door, you tried to will myself not to run towards the door of Brian’s car where he was still stood, his nose red with cold.

He’s sniffling JUST a little, but refuses to get into the still running car. He was keeping it warm for you, and didn’t want even a little bit of the warmth to escape into the night air. Anyway, seeing how excited you looked as you came out the front door was worth standing out in the cold. He greets you with a smile and a hug, brushing off your scolding as he opens the door for you to get into the car. He comes back round to get into the driver’s side, sitting there a moment to warm his hands in front of the heater. He looks down at your pants and chuckles.

“I’ll admit, I AM a huge fan of the pajamas. Where in the world did you get those? I’ll have to invest in finding some, though they probably won’t fit my legs.”

He sighs over dramatically, shaking his head, his curls bobbing with the movement. He’s happy to see you look so.... well, happy, and it lifts his spirits to know he might be the cause of your attitude.

You laugh loudly, throwing your head back against the headrest of the seat, shaking your head a bit at Brian’s words.

“Oh shut your mouth Doctor May,” Reaching a hand over towards him you grab his thigh cheekily

“These thighs would fill out these gorgeous pants perfectly.”

You pat his thigh once more before immediately pulling your hand back, worried you have taken it too far. He just smiles at you, a faint red dusting of color marring his cheeks. Buckling your seatbelt, you were unable to keep the smile that first appeared when he first called me, off your face.

Brian brought his hand to rustle your hair a bit, laughing when you groaned and wrestled them away from, glaring at him as he pulled away from the street corner, and figured this was as good a time as any to ask him where we were going so late.

“Is there a little critter to pick up? Is that the emergency?”

Brian can feel his cheeks flushing at your touch on his thigh, and he’s mentally cursing himself, trying to get himself together. He’s happy when you both revert back to some friendly/goofy touches, hoping he can chill himself out. He smiles over at you, heart warming at your concern for the animals the two of you both worked to save. You didn’t even know why he’d drug you out of bed at midnight, but you had come down anyway, and it made him feel a wave of something he had no business feeling.

“Well.... it’s a bit of a surprise. But I’ll tell you if you want me to.”

He glances over at you before turning his eyes back to the road. He was already heading further into town, not out of it like he’d go if he were headed to the Save Me HQ. He can feel himself getting a bit nervous, once again doubting his plan, but he pushes those feelings away. No, you’ll love this. He knows you will. Because he knows YOU. Maybe more than he’s ever known anyone else—well, aside from maybe Roger, but Roger didn’t fucking count*

So it wasn’t a Save Me thing... that was obvious to me as he drive further into central London, towards Kensington. You furrowed your brows at him, lips pursed in question.

“I almost want to know what you’re planning, but I also feel like I NEED to let the secrecy stand. Makes it fun that way.”

You wiggled my eyebrows at Brian, garnering a laugh from him, his soft laugh joining your own slightly obnoxious one. The two of you fill the remainder of the car ride speaking about your days, making jokes about a much needed vacation you’d always swore you would take together. Trying your best not to flush at the mention of vacationing with Brian, images of his tanned skin on display, swim trunks hanging low on his hips... god you needed to stop.

You shook your head slightly, your still damp hair moving to cover your face just slightly as the car comes to a stop Hearing Brian clap his hands, you look up, opening your mouth in confusion at the sight in the distance.

“Natural History Museum? We planning a heist on some Dino bones tonight Bri?”

He gives you a mischievous look, turning to face you completely

“Would you say no if that’s what we WERE doing?”

He laughs when you smack his arm and he turns off the car, urging you to get out. Once you’re both standing in front of the building he turns to you.

“You trust me, yeah?”

You nod, of course you did, and it warms his heart. He gently leads you into the building, having arranged to be given a key. He was proud of himself, for how much he’d organized in such little time. The building was obviously closed up and empty. He’d been told how to start the planetarium show and everything, having brought blankets and pillows ahead of time to make things more comfortable. To be honest, he’d been planning this for a good three days, making sure to call your boss earlier in the day to ensure that you would have the day off tomorrow. He walks you towards the large room, a hand on the small of your back.

Your mouth is definitely wide open as you walk into the museum, passing exhibit after exhibit, our footsteps echoing loudly through the empty halls. Brian is practically exploding with energy, his hand on your back as you enter a large room.

You let out a small gasp when you see the little set up in the front of what you can now tell is the planetarium, two sets of pillows and blankets lied out. Turning to Brian, a giant smile lights up on your face as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“Oh my fucking god! Brian May you did NOT do what I think you’ve done?!”

You’re practically bouncing on your feet at this point, your previous tiredness completely gone as you take in everything. Of course Brian would end up doing something like this for you. Brian smiles at you, holding up a single finger as he turns to exit the room, leaving you alone for a few minutes before returning slightly out of breath. He leads you to the pillows and blankets, telling you to make yourself comfortable as he does the same.

You slide to the floor, lying your head on the pillow as you cover yourself up, Brian’s body heat radiating through your pajamas as he takes his spot.

“Guess I really dressed appropriately then didn’t I?”

He thinks seeing you here like this, he might be the happiest he’s been in a long time. He goes to start the show, keeping the volume minimal so you could still talk to one another if you wanted. He comes back and tugs off his coat, revealing his own comfortable clothing, laughing as you point to your pajama pants.

“I’d say you’re dressed for the occasion, yes.”

He jokes, laying down beside you and adjusting his head on a pillow. He pulls a comforter over the two of you, before turning towards you.

“Is this alright? Are you comfortable? I also brought some snacks in a bag over there, if you’re feeling peckish.”

You assured him that you weren’t hungry, but the feeling of him so close to you, close enough to touch, to curl into, to cuddle... it’s a lot, something you’d never imagined you would have to experience, only something that happened to you in dreams.

But, here you were, curled up against one another while a show on the cosmos played above you supernovas flowing across the above head screen, feeling so close that you could reach up and touch them, which is why you reached up slightly, immediately putting your hand down when you realized how foolish you probably looked.

“Please ignore that oh my god I’m so stupid!”

Laughing loudly at your silliness, your hands moved up to cover your face before you buried them into Brian’s shoulder, your heart nearly stopping as he merely laughed and wrapped his arm around you.

He laughs, pulling you closer automatically, and trying his best not to tense up once he realizes what he’s done. ‘Just friends, just friends, just friends…’ he attempts to scold himself and remind himself all at once. He stares up at the floating illustrations, smiling, voice quiet.

“You’re not stupid. You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. Plus, I also find myself wanting to touch the stars at times. Being here just makes it easier, doesn’t it?”

He leans a little closer, doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. It’s just comforting, being near you…

His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer to him, and causing your heart to almost explode in your chest. ‘He’s married, he’s 71, he only likes you as a friend. That’s it, stop being such a goddamn idiot (Y/N)’ is all that’s running through your head as he speaks. You scoff as he says that you’re one of the smartest people he’s ever met, laughing a little as he glares at you playfully.

He’s right though. Being here, together, watching the cosmos move above you, so close yet so far away. Seemingly able to be touched, and yet so untouchable... almost like Brian was to you.

He was beside you, physically holding you, his arm around your waist, your chest against his... and yet, you couldn’t help but feel as if the two of you were worlds apart. You let out a deep shuddering sigh, hoping you could disguise it as wonder at the show.

“It’s just, it’s so beautiful, and so sad.”

He looked down at you confused, causing you to sigh.

“The cosmos. It’s, it’s there for us to explore, to experience, to touch, and yet we can’t.” You curl closer into Brian, your heart beating out of your chest as he rests his head on top of your’s.

“The closest we can get to it is through pictures, through video, through books... it’s something so beautiful with so much potential for joy, and yet, we’re simply stuck, revolving around the same floating fireball year after year, trying to experience some tiny little piece of joy, trying to find something to make us feel something akin to joy... when it’s right at our finger tips. It’s right in front of us, but we just, we aren’t allowed to have it...”

He feels a lump grow in his throat, listening to your words. All he’s thinking of is you—just you. Fuck, he shouldn’t have done this. Any of it. His heart ACHED for you; his body, too.

God he was ridiculous, he was so... he was so wrong for wanting you. For loving you....... Christ, he LOVED you.

“I—I know what you mean. But maybe," His voice gets softer, his heart breaking in half as he speaks.

“Maybe we have to settle for looking. Maybe it’s much too dangerous to touch; to have.” His words are all but mumbled as he looks resolutely up at the ceiling, tears threatening to fall from his tired haze eyes.

You can physically feel your heart fall into your stomach at his words... he knew exactly what you were trying to say, and he rejected you. Plain and simple.

Your body felt like it had just been doused in ice cold water, your lungs were on fire, you were drowning, and you needed to get away. So, as quickly as you could, you pulled away from Brian’s embrace, sitting up on the pallet in the floor, hands moving up to run through your hair as you tried to will away the tears that were about to inevitably fall. You needed to go home, to leave, to get away from Brian.. for good maybe. It was too painful, too emotionally taxing to have this keep going the way it was. You could feel Brian’s concerned gaze on your back, the blankets rustle around him as he sits up, hand on the small of your back.

“I-I should go. I shouldn’t have come tonight, I’m s-sorry Brian this was lovely, but I’m just going to call an Uber and head back home.”

You were standing completely now, your legs shaking under the fabric of your galaxy print pajama pants, ones that you would no doubt toss as soon as you got home.

“You’re right, I-I got too close to touching, and I just need to settle for looking, as painful as it is... I, goodnight Brian”

Turning on your heel, you headed for the door, lurching it open as quickly as you could before disappearing down the abandoned hallway, finally breaking down a few hundred yards from the planetarium. The tears wouldn’t stop, and you didn’t want them too.

Brian is completely frozen, momentarily stunned by your words and actions. He wars with himself in the few seconds after you leave the room. He should let you go, right? He wasn’t good for you; this was wrong. Maybe it would hurt you now, but in the long run, it was what you needed..... fuck, he couldn’t let you go. He didn’t want to. So he scrambles up, rushing out of the doors after you, sock-clad feet slipping a bit on the marble floors in his haste.

“(Y/N)!”

He is both relieved and distraught to find you sitting a few yards down, crying to yourself. He rushes over, falling to his knees beside you, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. Now he’s the one touching…

“(Y/N), please... please don’t go. I’m sorry.”

The simultaneous relief and anguish that you felt upon hearing Brian’s distraught voice calling out to you, the feeling of his hands cupping your face... it was a lot. The shuddering sobs that were coming from your body didn’t subside at his words. Of course he was apologizing, he didn’t do anything wrong! It was all you and your immature naivety that caused this, at least that is all that was running through your head as you steadied your voice, determined to be strong.

“You shouldn’t have come after me, you didn’t need too... you don’t need to explain yourself.”

You jerk my head from his hands, angry at yourself for ever imagining that anything could’ve come from this, disgusted at yourself for allowing yourself to get as involved in this situation as you had.

“You don’t need to tell me to my face that I’m just not right for you, that I’m too young, that you’re married,”

Your goddamn voice broke then, betraying the fact that even though you were trying to put on a brave face, inside you were being torn apart, your very atoms feeling like they were dying with every second that passed.

“That that I’m just too naive and stupid to see that what I was hoping for, dreaming for, it will never happen, because I... I’m not.”

You started crying again, unable to hold back the dam anymore.

“I’m not worthy of you or your time.. I’m just, not.”

He winces when you pull yourself away from him, panic rising up inside him. God, he couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t. He already knew that of course, but now it was hitting him all at once. Just how deeply he felt for you; how he was willing to ruin everything else, if it meant he’d be with you.

“Not worthy of’?”

He huffs out a breathless laugh, shaking his head, frizzy curls bouncing. He tries to touch your face again, wanting to brush away your tears

“(Y/N), I love you.”

His voice doesn’t shake the way he thought it would. Instead, he’s confident. He loves you. He knows that. It feels like a weight has been lifted.

“I love you.”

You let his calloused fingers brush the tears from your eyes, honestly it wasn’t like you had a choice in the matter, your body was completely paralyzed by his words. He loved you? No, he, he had to be lying, there’s no way he’s being serious? No way that someone as incredible as him would love you…

You didn’t have that many self confidence issues, you were just a realist... But, the look in his eyes, the genuine smile on his face, the way his hands delicately cupped your face, fingers rubbing circles on your cheeks, the tears that once fell freely from your eyes, now coating his hands...

He was telling the truth. Holy fuck, he was telling the truth?

You don’t know what exactly comes over you, whether it be the joy you felt at knowing that the man you had loved for months felt the same, or the relief that you weren’t a delusional idiot, but something snapped inside of you, and before you knew what was happening, your arms were around his neck, your lips against his.

He makes a soft noise of surprise when you kiss him, but it takes nearly no time at all before he’s kissing you back, pulling you as close to him as he can get. Fuck, he’s been desperate for this for so long; been lying to himself, saying he didn’t want it. Didn’t NEED it. When you pull away to breathe he lets out a soft, involuntary whine, trying to kiss you again. God, he wanted to kiss you for ages; he hasn’t felt this... this ALIVE in years.

“I love you so much, please don’t, don’t leave…”

He murmurs against your lips, one of his hands moving from your cheek to your side, just wanting to hold you close to him.

The feeling of his lips on yours for the first time is a feeling that you will remember for the rest of my life. His tenderness, the way he holds your waist, pulling you to him, his lips never leaving your own.

Neither one of you is sure how long exactly you sat like that, wrapped together, lips speaking all the words that needed to be said against one another.

After a while, you were in desperate need of air, reluctantly pulling away from him, settling for resting your head against his, rubbing your nose against his. The two of us laughing at the feeling.

“I’m not going anywhere Brian.. I’ll stay right beside me if you’ll have me.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. God, this was actually happening wasn’t it? Brian loved you, and you loved him... but, there was still the issue of his relationship status. You desperately didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you also desperately needed to know what the two of you were going to do. He and Anita had been together for 30 years, married for 20.. you needed confirmation that what I hoped was going happen was going to happen.

“Bri, I, I hate to ask this right now, but you know how I am..”

He chuckled, placing a kiss to your cheek before raising his eyebrows at you to continue. You closed your eyes, sighing.

“What’s going to happen with us? With you and Anita.. I just, I need to know before I get too excited about the possibility of a future with you...”

His face falls a little, and he sighs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours again. God, he hated himself for this. Why did he always do shit like this? Hurt the people he loved.

“Shit, yeah, I know, it’s—I’ve really mucked things up, haven’t I?”

He pulls away a little to look down at you

“I love Anita, but I’m not in love with her. Haven’t been for a while. We’re good friends, and maybe we both know it, but don’t want to admit it.”

He pauses, smiling a little again as he looks at you.

“You make me feel.... like I haven’t felt in years. Or, ever, maybe. I want to be with you. Even if this... even if we don’t make it—being with you now, TRYING this, it’s worth it.”

He’s stuttering out his words nervously, trying to think them through as soon as he says them.

“I’ll end things, with Anita. But I don’t know.... I don’t know what the fallout will be.”

You brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as he had done to you all night. This was going to be hard on the both of you, him above all else. The media wasn’t going to be kind to him, Anita certainly wasn’t going to be kind to you…but, it was worth it. All of the fall out, the pain, the suffering that was going to come head first at you... it was going to be worth it.

“Whatever you decide to do, I’ll be here to help you pick up the pieces Bri. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

You place a kiss to his forehead, your hands making their way into his curls, smiling when he lets out a pleasure filled whine at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

“Whatever the fallout may be, I love you, I’ve loved you for months... and, I know a good thing when I see it, and I’m not about to let this good thing go love.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night cuddled up in the planetarium, placing innocent little kisses all over one another’s faces, just reveling in the time that the two of you were able to spend together alone. But, all good things must come to an end, and at approximately 5am, a janitor knocked on the planetarium door, informing Bri and you that it was time to pack up and leave. Reluctantly, the two of you left, Brian carrying the blankets and pillows while you opened the car up, smiles still plastered onto your faces. While Brian drove you home, his hand was holding your own, his thumb rubbing small circles on your skin, before he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a small kiss to the skin. You couldn’t help but smile at him, your head falling over onto his shoulder as he parked in front of your flat. Neither one of you wanted to part ways, but you both knew that there were certain things that needed to be taken care of before the two of you could be together in the way you both wanted, so, reluctantly, Brian placed one final kiss to your lips before you opened the door to his car and disappearing into your flat.

The next day, Brian comes into Save Me much later than he was supposed to, apologizing to Anne. He looks a frazzled mess, which he kind of was. He’d told Anita last night—that he wanted a divorce. She hadn’t taken it super well. It wasn’t exactly that she was IN LOVE with him—it was that she’d immediately zeroed in on his careful words and attitude. She knew, somehow. She knew he’d found someone else. He wasn’t sure if Anita knew it was (Y/N), but she knew it was someone. So they’d spent the night arguing and throwing insults and crying and then finally trying to have an actual conversation about what the separation would look like. It felt... bad. He knew it was the right decision, but it still wasn’t fun. It still hurt both of them. It was 30 years of their lives. Sighing, he stepped into “his” office, slumping down in his chair and putting his head in his hands/

The snow had started to come down quite hard by the time you headed to the office. Your days were shorter during this merger at work, so you arrived at 7:30, and were heading home by 11:45. It was honesty a much needed relief from the stress of everything else going on in your life, Kelly, your boss, had noticed how much time you’d been spending at work over the past few days, and insisted that you start taking half days, that you needed to stop doing the work of the paralegals. You laughed at her and agreed to start leaving early. This also gave you the ability to spend more time at Save Me. You’d missed the work you did there, and that’s where you were heading now.

Brian and you hadn’t seen one another the day before after he’d dropped you off, agreeing that he needed to tell Anita about wanting a divorce. When he hadn’t called you last night, you figured it wasn’t going too well. You knew that no matter what happened with Anita, he and you would end up together, but you knew that it was going to be hard on him. This was a 30 year relationship that was just going to be.. over. Sighing, you stepped into the bakery a few blocks from the Save Me office, ordering Brian’s favorite pastries, and picking up a chocolate croissant for Anne. That woman was an absolute saint, and she deserved it.

A few moments later you pulled the doors to the office open, stepping inside, letting out a groan at how incredible the heat felt around your freezing body. Anne greeted you, a small grimace on her face, you handed her the croissant, questioning her as to what was wrong. She only sighed and pointed to Brian’s office, an eyebrow raised.

Anne was too smart for her own good, she knew exactly what was going on between Brian and you, she had been the first person to know about your feelings for him. You nodded, taking a strawberry and cheese danish from the box and taking a bite from it as you knocked on Brian’s door, smiling a little when you heard his sweet voice tell me to come in.

You opened the door, danish hanging from your mouth, eyes dropping sadly as you saw the state he was in. His head was in his hands, his curls disheveled. You could tell he hadn’t slept much if any at all. Taking another bite of the danish quickly, you placed it back in the box and moving over to Brian. Placing your hand on his back, you crouch down beside his chair

“Bri, love what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Brian quickly pulls his head from his hands when he realizes it was you, hoping his eyes didn’t look rimmed red with tears.

He hadn’t wanted you to see him like this, he hadn’t even known you’d be coming in today.

“Oh, (Y/N), hello, love.”

He forces a smile, reaching out to take one of your hands in his.

“I-I’m alright, darling. Or, I will be… Just had a rough night is all; didn’t exactly sleep.” Brian sighs, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles gently.

“ It’s really good to see you.”

Brian’s eyes were red, dark circles around the edges. He’d definitely told Anita then. You raised his hands to your lips, placing a kiss to his palm. You hated seeing him like this. Even though you both knew that he wasn’t in love with Anita anymore, that he didn’t want to be married to her anymore... it was still going to be hard on him.

“Oh darling, you told her then?”

You stood up when he nodded, standing between his legs, wrapping your arms around him, pulling his face to your stomach. He started shaking, his warm tears soaking through the silk. Leaning down you placed a kiss to his head, tightening your grip on him.

“It’s okay Bri, let it out.”

As soon as you gave him permission to, he started crying in earnest, pushing his face into your stomach and holding onto you tightly. It was just... upsetting. Knowing he’d let this happen again, that he’d continued to hurt people he loved, that he and Anita’s relationship, which was quite good as a friendship now, might be ruined. And he HATED conflict. Maybe when he was younger he’d get fired up and argue with people easily. And he still did so occasionally, but not usually in his personal relationships. He sniffled, shoulders shaking a little

“I—I’m sorry, I—it’s just.... it’s hard.”

He finally pulls himself away, trying to get himself together, embarrassed at his own stupidity. He didn’t deserve to be upset, he’d done this to himself.

“I love you. And I know this is worth it. Just... in the moment... it hurts. For everyone.”

Your heart was breaking for Brian, the way he sniffled and just seemed so broken.

You couldn’t help but feel like it was partially your fault. You knew it wasn’t, that Brian and you had made this decision together, that this was a long time coming between him and Anita... but, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

You moved my hands from his hair down to brush the remaining tears from his eyes.

“I know love, and I’m so fucking sorry that you’re hurting like this. You’ve not done anything wrong, you can’t control what your heart wants anymore than I can control mine.. I’m here for you, you know that. I told you in the floor of that damn museum two days ago.” The two of you chuckle, your heart smiling to know that you’d managed to raise his spirits even slightly. Leaning down, you kiss him, moving your lips in time with the fingers on his cheeks. He sighs into the kiss, arms wrapping themselves around your waist, pulling you into his lap. Squeaking out a giggle at the sudden change, your legs move to rest around him. You were so caught up in one another, Brian smiling and placing kisses to your neck, hands tickling your sides, that the two of you hadn’t heard the door open. Only realizing someone was there when they cleared their throat. Your eyes went wide as you looked at Brian, both of you turning to the door, only to see a rather unimpressed Anita standing in the doorway.

Brian’s face colors as soon as he sees his wife’s face, his whole body tensing.

“A-Anita, hi. Uh... what.... what are you doing here?”

Wincing at his words, he rubs a tired hand over his face. He stands after you get out of his lap, looking sheepish.

“Hey, how can I—what do you need?”

You quickly clamored out of Brian’s lap, your face absolutely blood red with embarrassment and pure fear.

Anita had never exactly liked you, when Brian would bring you to their home for dinner or to work on a project for the charity, Anita would be cordial, telling you hello, and then immediately disappear to another room of the house, shutting herself off for the rest of the night. And now, she’s just managed to walk in on her soon to be ex husband and you, you in his lap, his lips on your neck, hands all over your body. Fuck wasn’t a bad enough word for the issue at hand.

Brian was trying desperately to handle the situation, clearing his throat and asking what she wanted.

You were stood at the side of Bri’s desk, your hands over your mouth in a silent prayer for this hell to end.

Anita stares at you, her eyes hard and angry. She’d known that the reason Brian was wanting a divorce was because of another woman as soon as he’d asked the night before, and she’d had her suspicions that it was you. But, she’d come to the offices in an attempt to get Brian to change his mind, no she wasn’t in love with him anymore, but they were comfortable, and they were in the 70s for crying out loud! She couldn’t just start over. He’d had his flings in the past, had confessed them to her, and every time he did so, he always came back to her... not this time though it seemed. Before Anita could speak up, you did, desperate to leave the situation to the two.

“Um, I’m just going to go.. uh. Got some stuff to do at home.”

You attempted to subtly drop the hint to Brian that you would be heading home after you left, hoping he’d understand and come find you in your flat after he was finished here. Grabbing your purse from the side of the desk, you squeeze Brian’s hand, nodding your head in encouragement as you passed him. You ducked your head as you walked passed Anita, saying excuse me and all but running from the room.

Anne was still sat at the reception desk, her eyebrows raised in question. You just shook your head and coughed. “Uh, I’m gonna head on out, just, uh, if anything happens, ambulances need to be called, just ring me yeah?”

She coughed out a laugh, waving goodbye as you left. God, this was going to be a long wait.

Brian sighs, letting his gaze drop to the floor. He wants to retreat with you, but he knows he can’t. So he closes the door behind you, wanting to spare Anne from whatever carnage was about to happen.

He basically just stands and lets Anita scream at him, he knew it was what he deserved. He doesn’t try to defend himself, just tells her the truth: their relationship had been souring for years, maybe even before they got married. That he loved her, but not in a romantic way. That the two of you hadn’t been going behind her back the whole time—that it was a very recent development, but that his love for you wasn’t. That you made him feel like he never had before. And, of course, that he was sorry for how he’d hurt her. How he wanted the divorce to be as painless as possible—he’d give her nearly anything she wanted, everything that was hers. Brian wasn’t trying to fight with her. He took all her harsh words and her tears, accepting it when she said it was his fault, that he could never keep it in his pants, that he couldn’t be faithful. He just.... took it.

It’d been 3 hours since you left Save Me, and Anne had been texting you regular updates on what was going on. Her last text came through around 15 minutes ago saying that Anita had stormed out after saying her lawyer would be in touch, and they Brian needed to look for a new place to live. You sighed, moving to the kitchen to start cooking.

Cooking was always therapeutic for you, and this was a situation that desperately called for therapy. Knowing that Brian would be dropping in at any moment, in desperate need of love and attention. Pulling all of necessary ingredients for his favorite broccoli and mushroom pasta from the fridge and cabinets, you set to work.

God this really was a fucking mess wasn’t it? I mean, you really genuinely didn’t care about the fallout for anyone except for Brian and you, and you guessed that made you a horrible person? But, you love him, he loves you, and it might be your naivety, but to you that’s all that mattered to you. Yes, you would have to deal with the press, your friends, your families... but, as long as you were by one another’s sides, you knew the two of you would be fine.

After a while, the pasta was boiling and the vodka sauce was made, broccoli and mushrooms sautéing in the pan, and you were nursing your 3rd glass of moscato and apple juice when the door buzzed. Tipsy, you stumbled your way down the hall, a wide smile on your face as you swung the door open to see Brian standing there.

“Bri! Oh god I’m so glad you’re here I missed you!”

Okay, so you might’ve been little more than tipsy, but honestly, could anyone blame you? You threw your arms around Brian, kissing his neck as you dragged him into the flat. He’d looked rather upset when you had opened the door, perking up slightly when he saw you and your intoxicated state. Stumbling your way to the stove, you shut every eye off, and somehow managed to mix everything together, all the while Brian leaned against the counter, staring at you with a grin on his face, arms crossed.

“What are you looking at love? Never seen a girl making pasta before?”

He certainly feels lower than low, but seeing you helps him perk up just a little bit. He watches you, slightly amused, and just a tad worried.

“Just surprised you haven’t burned the whole flat down, love.” He crosses the small kitchen, taking your wine glass in his hand and smelling it.

“What’s in here anyway?” It smells sickly sweet, and he grimaces when he takes a sip

“Good god, (Y/N), that’s vile.” He’s laughing, teasing you, trying not to bring you down any more than you must already be. Brian smiles at the dirty look you give him, and he comes up behind you, peering over your shoulder.

“What type of pasta are you making?”

You pout a bit at his disregard of my creation, it was good goddamnit... but your heart warms a little feeling his arms wrap around your waist, smiling as he puts his chin on your shoulder. You can’t help but smile, placing your free hand on his, squeezing a bit.

“Well, I’m making your favorite. Broccoli and mushroom with vodka sauce and burrata with flatbread.”

You finish mixing the pasta together, taking the flatbread out of the oven, stumbling and giggling as I do so. You then attempt to plate the food, but Brian beats you to it, laughing as he takes the plates and serving spoons from you.

You pout at him, you could do it myself, although... sober you was saying you couldn’t. He looks so cute as he scoops out perfect little portions onto our plates, his tongue sticking out just slightly. ‘Goddamnit I’m so in love with him’ is all you can think as you lean against the counter, wine glass in hand.

“Brian, love.”

He turns to face you rather quickly, concern on his face, a serving spoon in his hand.

“I love you, like, I love you so much it physically hurts me to even think about how much I love you. And, like, I know that you feel like utter horseshit right now, but, I just, goddamnit I love you so much it’s like my own heart doesn’t even belong to me anymore? And I am fine with that! I want you to have it ya know, like, god. I just…” God you were fucking smashed.

“I love you man.”

Brian smiles at you, looking you over. “I love you, too, (Y/N), dear. Maybe we should... postpone dinner? And take a nap?”

He is a bit concerned about your level of intoxication. Just doesn’t want you to.. fall over, or hurt yourself. Or puke. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this drunk before. It’s both amusing and a bit worrying

“We can rest, if you want.”

You were confused by his words, brain fuzzy as the room started spinning slightly.

“N-no! No no, no Bri I want to eat with you, I wanna make you feel better, I wanna make up for what I did.”

You place your wine glass in the sink, stumbling over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle, slumping into his chest. You feel warm and fuzzy, knowing that you are far drunker than you’ve been in a long while. You didn’t mean to do this, but... you deserved it.

“I wanna make you feel good, I want you to eat your favorite food, and watch bake off, and forget the fact that I’ve just ruined your life...”

His heart sinks at your words and he sighs, wrapping you in his arms.

“(Y/N), love, you haven’t ruined my life. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

His heart is breaking, seeing the state you’re in. Having turned off all the kitchen appliances, he begins to lead you towards your bedroom, leaving the pasta abandoned in their bowls on the counter.

“Just being with you makes me feel better, darling. You make me happier than I’ve ever been.”

Brian makes you sit on your bed when you get there, holding your face in his hands.

“You’ve nothing to feel bad about.”

You were fully out of it by the time Brian sat you on the bed, head lolling to the side before his hands took it between them, holding it still. You understood his words,and knew he was right, but your brain just wasn’t letting them sink in. You blinked a few times, sticking out your lips, they felt so weird, all tingly.

“Are you sure? I just don’t want you to be making a mistake because I plan on marrying and having little curly haired babies with you Doctor Mayyyyyyy..”

Brian’s heart clenches in his chest, butterflies erupting in his stomach at your words. But still, he doesn’t want to believe them, because—well, you were wasted. So he smiles and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Yes, I’m sure, (Y/N). I’m not making a mistake, I promise.” He pulls away a little, though still holding you.

“Let’s get you into bed, hmm? A nice nap will be good, won’t it? And dinner will be waiting when you wake up.”

You smile sleepily, a nap does sound pretty good, and nod at Brian.

“Okay, but you have to go and make me some triple chocolate brownies for when I wake up okay? Oh, and please w-wake me up in 1 hour... or whenever they’re done okay?”

He nods, chuckling as he tucks you into bed. He places a soft kiss to your forehead before heading towards the door. A sudden thought pops to your head before you can fall completely asleep, sending you rocketing up in the bed

“Oh! Brian, also, Anne told me you have no home now so you should just move in with me m’Kay? Wake me up when the brownies are done.” You’re asleep by the time your head hits the pillow, not knowing exactly what you’d just told Brian.

His mind is kind of spinning with all the things you’ve confessed to him, but he tries not to dwell on them. He’s been friends with Roger long enough to know not to trust the things people say when they’re drunk. He tucks you in carefully before dropping a kiss to your hair. When he goes back into the kitchen he putters about, putting the pasta in some Tupperware and cleaning the dishes. It’s a bit slow going, as he didn’t exactly know his way around your flat, but he made it work. Soon enough he was done. He didn’t have anywhere to go—not that he’d leave anyway—so he does as you suggested. Brownies DID sound good, and it was something he knew how to make. So he makes them, cleaning more of the dishes and the kitchen as he waits for them to bake. All together, he lets you sleep for two hours before going in to check on you, a glass of water and bottle of Panadol in his hands.

Your head wasn’t pounding as terribly as it could’ve been when you woke up. Four glasses of moscato and apple juice definitely wasn’t a good idea, but hey, what’s a girl gonna do. Rolling over in the bed, your hair a knotty mess, you spot Brian standing in the doorway, a glass of water and bottle of pain pills.

His hair was illuminated by the kitchen light, casting a halo around his white curls. He looked as angelic as he made you feel. You cringed hard at your internal monologue. God he was making you such a little baby, and you loved it. Smiling at him, you stretch your arms widely, a small moan erupting from your throat as you did so.

Brian smiled at you as he saw that you were awake, making his way over to you and handing you the pills and water, you thanked him and kissed his cheek.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that love, I normally don’t get that drunk on a Friday night, or any night for that matter...”

You trailed off, sheepish smile on your face. You remembered every single thing you’d told Brian earlier, and you meant them too... but, you didn’t know exactly how well he was going to take it. You’d just told the man who is literally getting a DIVORCE that you wanted to MARRY HIM and have his babies... like, really? You should probably rename that drink Dumb Bitch Juice tbh, because that’s what your ass was drinking obviously.

Sighing, you got up out of the bed, popping your joints as you went.

“Cmon babe, I smell brownies and I need some chocolate in my body after that nonsense…”

The two of you made your way into the kitchen where Brian cut you a brownie, and topped it with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, sticking his finger in it to rub a bit on your nose much to my annoyance.

“Hey! Watch it mister or I won’t let you marry me.. over here wasting ice cr-“

You immediately cut yourself off, realizing what you’d just said, stone cold sober.

Brian only smiled, watching your expression. He’s silent as he leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose and getting the ice cream off in the process.

“Well I certainly wouldn’t want that. I promise not to waste anymore ice cream.”

You seemed a bit embarrassed. He didn’t want to force you to talk about it or anything, but he was trying to let you know that he liked what you’d said—that he also wanted what you wanted. Maybe it was a bit fast to be talking that way, but he didn’t care. He had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

You were special. He knew he sounded crazy saying that, but it was true. He cut himself a brownie with ice cream, and groans when he tastes it.

“Fuck, that’s actually quite good. I wasn’t sure how they’d turn out. I should thank drunk (Y/N) for the idea.”

He winks at you, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth.

His little moan at the taste of the brownie almost had you on the floor. You did the same thing, taking a large bite of the brownie, understanding just why Brian was moaning.

“Oh my god Brian, we definitely need to thank drunk me more often.”

You laughed into the spoon, Brian joining you happily. You sat there for a good while, laughing at one another, eating brownies, and just enjoying the company. Once you were finished Brian moved around the counter, taking your bowl, kissing your head as he passed, heading to the sink. You watched as he washed the dishes, a smile on your face.

He was unreal. He’d taken care of your drunk ass after having a massive fight with the woman he was divorcing for you, cleaned up the dinner that you’d cooked, cleaned your kitchen and your whole flat, cooked you brownies.. fuck it, you don’t care if it’s too early to say these things.

“Brian...”

You’re resting your head in your palms, gazing at him, heart eyes all the way. He stopped scrubbing the bowl, eyebrows raised in your direction. You simply smiled at him.

“I meant what I said earlier, when I was drunk.”

He dropped the bowl in the sink, water splashing all over him. You hissed and moved over to him, knowing the hot water must’ve hurt. You then helped him strip off his shirt, using a tea cloth to dry his stomach.

“Shit Bri, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that, I just-“ You sighed, leaning against the counter.

“I really love you Brian, and I know that it’s probably the last thing you want to think about right now but, some day, one day, I want to be your wife...”

He’s embarrassed about his reaction; he was just... excited. Surprised, but happy that you truly felt that way about him. It stepped a bit towards where you were leaning against the counter, his voice a bit shaky. Obviously nervous, but it still gives you a smile

“No, I’m—I’m glad you said it. I wouldn’t have been brave enough.”

Brian is trying to ignore the fact that he was shirtless in front of you, self conscious, so he plows on with his stuttering words, grasping to whatever confidence he had left.

“I love you, too, (Y/N). And I—I do want that. To marry you, I mean. I’ve, uh—I’ve wanted it for months, but I just... pushed it away. Maybe I shouldn’t have. But, maybe this is how things were always supposed to go between us.” He sighs, feeling like he’s mucking everything up

“I just—I want to make you happy. I want to take care of you, and wake up to you, and...” He laughs a little.

“Maybe even make drunk you brownies.”

There were tears running freely down your cheeks now, Brian’s words touching a place in your soul that you didn’t know existed. Moving forward, you placed a hand on his cheek, body shaking slightly.

”I’d always imagined it would be like to find someone who I loved more than I loved myself, more than I loved anything on this planet. What it would be like to find someone who loved me like that in return, someone willing to sacrifice their happiness just to see me smile... and I never thought I would find it… And then I met you Bri.” You were fully crying now, a happy dopey smile on your face

“You make me... you make me feel like I’ve always known I deserve to feel, and I just hope that I can make you as happy as you make me.”

Brian is absolutely beaming at your words, reaching his hand up to cover the one you had placed on his cheek “You do make me happy, (Y/N). Unbelievably so. Ever since I met you—you’ve just been such a bright light in my life when I needed it most. Even when I hadn’t developed my feelings for you—when we were basically strangers—you were constantly caring for me and Investing in me and bringing such joy. You still do, every day.” He reaches both his hands out to brush away your tears “Don’t cry, love.” He knows they’re happy tears, and he has some of his own shining in his hazel eyes. He hesitates for a second before leaning in to give you a chaste kiss, being soft and gentle.

The kiss that he placed on your lips was the gentlest kiss you’d ever had, the purest display of love anyone could ever ask for. You held your hands over his own, returning the kiss with the same amount of love he had put in it. You were still crying, your salty tears making their way to your lips, the taste pulling us apart. You stared up at Brian, a ridiculously happy smile on your face, cheeks almost splitting with the force of it.

“They’re happy tears Bri, the only tears you could ever make me cry are happy tears..”

You wrapped your arms around his middle, his skin cold from the air in your kitchen as you placed your head to his naked chest as his hands went to your hair, his lips to your head. My blood was pumping a little faster now, the feeling of him shirtless beneath your face was sending a warm heat between your thighs, and to your cheeks. You and Brian honestly hadn’t gone any further than deep kisses and over the clothes groping, and we were both completely okay with that. You didn’t want to rush into anything physical, wanting your relationship to be built on an even stronger foundation than it already was. But standing here in your kitchen, your hands moving down his naked back, lips placing open mouthed kisses to his chest... you needed him, needed to make him feel good, as good as he made you feel.

So, before your logical mind could stop be, you dropped to your knees in front of him, falling into the plush rug in front of the sink. Your eyes never left his as you undid his belt, his zipper, or his button, and he never stopped you, only cupped your cheek rubbing circles over it with his thumb, his own eyes wide but understanding. You sighed out a shaky breath as you pulled his jeans all the way down, his underwear soon following to gather in a puddle at his ankles.

His cock was beautiful, and you meant that. He was already half hard from just the anticipation of what you were about to do, so when you danced feather light fingers over the head, it rose to full attention, Brian throwing his head back at the feeling You wrapped your hand around his cock completely, squeezing and kissing, and placing little kitten licks to his sensitive head, teasing him within an inch of his life.

“You like that Brian? You like being teased like a good pretty boy?”

Brian is trembling a little in anticipation, his eyes wide. Anita hadn’t done this for him in years—and she’d NEVER spoken to him like THAT. He feels himself getting a little weak in the knees already. His hips twitching into your touch a little bit, despite trying to get them not to. He nods in response to your words, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. ‘A good pretty boy?’ He was none of those things. Why was he responding in this way?

“Y-Yes, I... It feels good, (Y/N)..”

He pushes a hand into your hair, just resting there, not pushing or pulling.

You can tell it’s been a while for Brian, whether since a blow job or being touched intimately at all. The way his hand rests in your hair, a way to ground him to reality as you lick your way up and down his cock.

“You’re such a good boy Brian, so pretty, and all mine.”

You had had a sneaking suspicion about Brian’s proclivities for a while, just based off of your interactions even before the two of you were together. Anytime you would give him a compliment, he would blush and stutter, and squirm in his seat. One time you’d called him good boy as a joke and you were willing to swear on a grave that he had rutted against his jeans.

You smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his ass, fingers digging into the soft skin, pulling him closer to you as you took his length down your throat, hollowing out your cheeks as you did so. Brian’s knees would have buckled had it not been for his grip on your hair and the counter, coupled with your grip on his ass. He was a moaning mess, strangled cries of your name falling from his lips every time you swirled your tongue around his cock, or took it a few inches further down the back of your throat. Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you moved one hand from his ass to his balls, gently squeezing them, knowing that he was close and needed his relief fast or he would cry. You pulled off of his cock, your other hand moving to grasp his throbbing cock, moving up and down in time with your squeezing on his balls. He was almost crying, his eyes clenched shut as his legs shook. He was waiting for permission, and who were you to deny him that pleasure.

“Cum for me Brian, I want you to cum down my throat for me okay baby? Can you be a good boy and cum down mommy’s throat?”

He cries out, knees nearly giving out when you squeeze his balls. His hand tightens desperately in your hair, your name falling from his lips as if in prayer.

“Please, p-please, I-I,” Brian moans at your words, nodding his head quickly.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll cum for you, Mommy, just, please—"

He is shocked at the words falling from his lips but couldn’t care less, not with how good he was feeling. The second you take him down your throat against he’s cumming hard, a sob being ripped out of him. He’s trying not to thrust wildly into your mouth—trying to be a gentleman—but it’s like his hips are moving on their own.

“Oh fuck, fuck, M-Mommy, (Y/N), fuck!” He can barely think straight, it is almost like his brain is fried. You take every single drop of Brian’s cum down your throat, moaning at the warm feeling and the surprisingly sweet and salty taste. Only when you pull away, placing soft kisses to his thighs and helping him step out of his pants and trousers completely, do you realize what you’ve said to him. Blushing profusely as you place soft kisses to his neck and face, gently guiding him back to your bedroom, lying him on the bed in an attempt to help his shaking limbs. Lying down beside him, you sit up slightly, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle into your chest. It’s silent for a while except for the occasional shudder from Brian’s mouth, or the sound of your kisses to his head, the perfect time for you to bring up your heat of the moment words.

“Brian, um, I hope you’re not weirded out by what I said back there, calling you those names, calling myself mommy... I don’t know what came over me, it just, if you hate it, I’ll never do it again okay?”

Brian huffs out a shaky laugh, eyes closed as he continues to recover.

“No, no, they were uh.... good. I liked it.” He blushes, pushing his face closer into your chest

“I liked it a lot. I’ve never, ah, had those things said to me before.” He is quiet, hand rubbing up and down your back. Then, slowly, it migrates to your side, then your hip, his thumb brushing over the inner crease of your thigh.

“Do you want—? I mean, I could…” He cuts himself off, sighing, annoyed at his awkwardness.

“Sorry, I haven’t done this in... a long time.”

You sighed out a moan at the feeling of his hands moving over your body, running your hands through his hair, his hands were shaking as he caressed your thigh. He was nervous, and you could tell, so you smiled into his hair, grabbing the hand working it’s way along your thighs.

“No Bri, it’s okay, I’m okay. I wanted to make you feel good, you don’t have to take care of me.”

You meant it, you only wanted him to feel good. He had other plans though, shakily chuckling at your words as he placed open mouthed kisses to your neck, slowly unbuttoning your jeans, his fingers sliding past the band of your underwear. You were breathing heavily now, out of shock, out of pleasure…

“God, Bri, you-you don’t ha-have to! OH!”

Brian gently pushes you back into the mattress, stretching his body over you, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and collarbones. His long fingers slip between your folds, teasing your clit. He groans at the feeling

“God, you’re so wet.”

It’s something he hasn’t felt in years, and he looks up at you, eyes darker than before. He’s suddenly desperate to feel more of you, to make you feel good. He wants to hear his name on your lips in ways he hasn’t heard before. So he pulls back to tug your jeans and underwear down your legs—checking first of course for your nod of permission. His tongue sweeps out over his bottom lip at the sight of you, but he forces himself to chill out just a little bit. After all, you both had time to explore one another later. He does, however, drop a soft kiss to your stomach before arching back over you again

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N).”

His voice is reverent. He watches your face as he brings his fingers back to your pussy, teasing you a little more before pressing one long finger inside of you, arching it up. He smiles when you moan, happy that he’s pleasing you

“Feel good?”

Brian’s fingers were even more magical inside of you than they were when they worked the neck of the red special. You let out a strangled moan as he curved the his long finger, pressing against your inner walls.

“Oh! G-god Brian, you feel so good, you m-make me f-feel so good baby boy.”

You brought my hands up to the back of his head, bringing it down to rest on your own.

Your words seemed to egg him on, adding a second and third finger inside of you, his thumb at your clit as he hammered in and out... You couldn’t control the moans and noises that were coming from your mouth. Brian was making you feel things you’d never felt, nobody had ever made you feel this way emotionally or sexually.

You could feel the coil starting to build inside of your lower abdomen, legs shaking, hands tightening in his curls “Brian, fuck, y-ou, fuck I love you so much Brian, I lov-“

The coil finally snapped as he moved his fingers in a come hither motion, your back arching off the bed, Brian’s free hand moving to hold your hips still, and your pussy to his lips.

You pressed your lips to his to quiet your moans, Brian swallowing the near screams into his mouth. Your pussy clenched hard around his fingers, trapping them inside of you as you spasmed. You finally came down from your high as Brian carefully laid you down on the bed once again, his lips moving gently over your’s, free hand caressing your face. He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, making you moan at the sheer eroticism of the sight. Smirking at you, he fell onto the bed beside you. Curling into his side, you tried to control your breaths, trying to make them less intense.

“Bri.... I... I’ve wanted you to do that to me since I was like 14, oh my god...”

Brian is breathless as he feels you cum around his fingers, and he honestly doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so beautiful before. God, and the way you tasted? Fuck, he wanted to drop to his knees right there and absolutely worship you with his mouth. He knew he used to be pretty good at it; although, his fingers were always his best attribute. Or, so he’d heard, back in the day.

“There you go, sweetheart.”

Lying next to you, Brian curls up beside you, rubbing your back. He laughs at your words, eyebrows arching high into his hair.

“14, huh? That’s...... flattering? He gives you a quick kiss, looking down at you.

“Was it worth the wait?” Rolling your eyes at Brian’s teasing, you playfully swat at his chest as you stripped off your shirt and bra, not wanting to sleep so constricted

“Haha Bri... laugh all you want.” You smiled as you lied down beside him again, this time wrapping your arms around him, head resting on his chest It was quiet for a bit, the two of you just enjoying the another’s company, your bodies enjoying one another’s warmth.

You thought back to Anne’s message from earlier, thought back to what drunk you had told Brian. He needed a place to stay.

“Bri, I also meant what I said about you staying with me..”

Feeling him look down at you, you kept my head pressed firmly into his chest, placing a kiss to the hair covered skin

“You’re welcome here as long as you want, I mean, you can move in permanently if you want, I don’t care... I just want you to be happy and safe, and I won’t be opposed to falling asleep in your arms every night”

Brian teared up a little at your words, happiness and love flooding his system as he clung to you tighter, his lips finding your own. “As long as you don’t mind me moving in a wardrobe full of clothes that haven’t fit me since before Clinton was president… I think I’ll take you up on the offer.” You simply laughed sleepily, yawning into Brian’s neck. The older man smiled down at you, reaching down to gather the covers and throw them over the two of you. “Get some sleep (Y/N), I’ll be here when you wake up.” And he was there when you woke up the next morning, and the next, and the next…

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Hi!!! Remember when I used to write things....

Manage a Paris/ a non canon outtake of Tryst or A Premonition of Love, not sure which.

Probably will never happen in either universe, or be added to, unless I watch more Sense8 and need to bug @dirtystyles about...things. Long live @bleedinglove4h and my heart belongs to @emulateharry for the beta.

"How does that tiny little girl take you, babe?"

Ada didn't really mean to say that out loud, but as she looked down between her thighs, spread around a bench and sat atop Harry's, her grip on her self control was not strong. Not while she watched the fluted head of Harry's cock come out of its sheath as it went into her. She could see the friction, God, there was absolutely no doubt she could feel it. The way he split her open was impressive. And she knew, rationally, that human anatomy worked. That with a wet pussy, patience and will, it fit, it always fit.

She just wondered at times. When she occasionally felt double stuffed, how did Helene?

They had been playing their game. Ada wasn't really sure when it had started, but when they'd decided to keep it open, while Harry was on tour, after communication and boundaries, occasionally she'd slip, when she was horny. She was always curious. So she started asking about it. His fantasies, experiences. It had started with men. She'd ask harry who he'd fucked, how, who he'd like to be inside, or have inside him.

Men were safer. She felt less threatened by them. They could give Harry things she couldn't give, simply. It wasn't her failing she had no cock, and Harry clearly liked what she did have. Enough to come home, to their home. So, men were first base. Girls for her.

The game went both ways, Ada shared some stories about times in college, and they'd get off to it.

They didn't talk about Helene. Because there were things she didn't want to know. Feelings there she wasn't entirely sure of, but could sense.

And Ada had almost, almost said 'not her!' When they'd finally discussed some poly logistics. He would be away, they were good, impossibly inevitably, good together, but they would not be physically together for months at a time. Ada was a sensual girl herself and, well, she didn't actually expect to use it, their widened boundaries. She may have done it to save herself feeling betrayed. In her head it was for him.

And then months went on, and she did. She indulged.

She used the free pass. Ada had sex, with a man. A friend of a friend at a dinner party. When they were introduced, there was that charge. So, unlike any other time before, she leaned into it. she'd been sleeping alone in her and Harry's big bed. And it had changed from alone to lonely, dry.

She didn't sleep with Raul there, of course. They got a hotel.

She left right after, and didn't get his number. And he thankfully understood what she could not say, and didn't get her number from Thandie. He never contacted her again.

She called Harry crying the next day. He was as he always was, loving and kind. Open, a talker.

She had slept with someone before him.

He didn't make her feel guilty about it. And he was honest when he slept with someone, didn't point out it was not just someone. He explained it though, without naming the name. It was harder for him, he explained. Required great trust, rules, and paperwork.

Ada knew who then. Why she couldn't preclude her.

Helene was safe at least.

Except for to her heart.

Ada had tried to puzzle it out. Why she set all her alarms bells ringing. She'd come down to a few reasons.

One, she was so different from Ada. A funhouse mirror image, opposite. Small, blonde, foreign, soft footed, soft spoken. Was that the appeal, the variety? It smarted, chapped her ass, sometimes uncomfortably, other times like a good spanking.

Because the other part, the flip side, Helene was nonetheless attractive. Ada could admit that. No matter how they differed. Ada could sometimes admit she was attracted. To herself.

Once more, they were both successful creative women though, for all their physical differences, Ada figured they must have more in common. More than Harry, to be the two women to occupy his time and bed. Some Je na sais quoi, yuck, some something in the way they moved.

But they talked about it, in their own bedroom, fantasized together.

They discussed The Who, not the band, but past lovers, but didn't talk about Helene. She never featured in their game, the soft spot, blind turn they were both afraid of.

Ada wondered about her. And what their sex was like. Because there was something about the mirror that was sexy. Also, Harry went back to her. Ada only had the one off. Harry, even with his more complex situation, did not have to go back. He had a world of opportunity.

So, she wondered why, and how, and when, mostly why. And it slipped out while she was about to come that first time. The thoughts came to her at other times, and instead of being a mental sojourn that made the friction uncomfortable as she got drier, even though she was doing the unforgivable and comparing herself to the tiny blonde, it was not a turn off. In fact, it got her off. Thinking about Helene. That was the confusing thing, she was into it. And it didn't get her in her head about how much bigger her ass was, not too much. Harry made sure she knew just how much he loved the way she filled his hands. And maybe, the way Helene's dimintutiveness appealed to her, her slim-thicc self was attractive the other way to Harry. Variety.

But what did he like about Helene? That he could man handle her well? He was strong, Ada got thrust against walls and tossed on beds enough to know. Must be easier with the 5'0" wonder? She wondered.

Fortunately, she lost control and asked that first time when they were both vulnerable, and open, her literally, and him in his heart center.

"What?" Harry stuttered over the thrust and Ada had to hold his shoulders and work back on him to not lose their rhythm. She was on edge, wanted to tumble. Could feel the image in her head, the blonde over his lap in her place making her skin too small, the bloom already in progress.

"Helene. How can she handle your dick, babe? You're so big!" She moaned at the fullness, "and she's tiny."

He caught her eye and narrowed his gaze a moment, but must not have found any danger. "She just wants it, Smokes. So she takes it. Like you." He caught her neck and pushed deeper, sideswiped her cervix, caught her spot on the way up her front wall. "Want it babe?" He didn't need the answer. She gave it anyway.

God, did she want it. "Fuck, yes! Give it to me!" Her head lolled back, and he laid her on the bench next to their kitchen table. Pulled her over his lap until she erupted all over him. Pulled out to add to their mess.

Later, over the dinner they burned a little because of the fuck break, Harry smiled at her and shook his head.

"What?"

"Nothing." And he suppressed a laugh.

"Not nothing, at least give me the chance to laugh with you!" She gave him her evil eye look. Her dimples matching his.

"Nothing, you just," And he did that high pitch laugh she found boyish and cute, charming. "You came really hard talking about me fucking Helene. You usually just avoid it. I though it was verboten."

"It's not forbidden I just...." Well it wasn't explicitly not allowed, but maybe it was. "I don't know I feel," she searched for the right word. "I don't know?" She shrugged.

"You feel jealous?" Harry supplied. He was usually so much better with words than her. But that seemed inadequate. And right.

"Kinda, But I don't know..."

He did that head thing that was infuriatingly cute, like a golden retriever. With a slight cock to the side and pensive expression complete with lip bite.

"Say it!" She finally filled the silence.

"Do you want to know what I think?" He waited for her nod. "Ok. And you won't get mad?"

"That's a promise nobody is ever able to keep...." she felt exasperated and knew she was wearing it. He probably knew some of how she was feeling, but how could he possibly get it, she was all over the place. Didn't really know what she was feeling. She sighed, "but I'll try."

"Um, like," he exhaled. He did not want to fight, she could tell. Well, he brought it up. Kinda. They certainly could have left it in the bedroom, or the kitchen, whatever. "You are jealous, because I think you thought of our arrangement as a way to keep me."

She didn't nod, but made contact when he waited for her to. "But I'm not going anywhere, and I never would have if you wouldn't have. Helene and I could have been together before, and I have feelings for her."

Ada deflated.

"Wait! Hold that reaction, Smokes." He took her hand. "I like her, and she is a great friend, and fun in the sack. But I did not fall in love with her. I have a great affection for her. But it's different. I loved you right away. But it would be a lie to say I don't go back for a reason. I think you are worried that I am getting something with her I don't have with you."

Intuitive, empathic asshole. She nodded.

Harry continued, "I'm not. You are all I need. But you are far away. I know she looks different to you. But that's not a sign of me being unfulfilled, so does Xander!" They both giggled. "And you know you set me on fire, Smokes. Made me trip over my tongue, and my own feet, literally, on meeting you." He squeezed her hand. "If you have any questions- ask. Anytime."

She had questions. But, shit she thought she was getting better at this vulnerable stuff. He was too good at it. She tried to match him. Just as he rose to her occasions, she would to his.

"Is it better?"

"No, because my feelings are different. And I'm not lacking in excellent sex." He grinned at her until she smiled and rubbed her hand. He gave her a beat to digest. "But it's good. really good."

"Do you think about her when you are with me?"

"No, but you do!" He laughed.

"I just wonder!" Ada felt reassured and as always, seen. Intuitive ass.

"I know- that's why I offered to answer your questions." He dimpled and smirked. "Unless you wanna watch?"

He was being cheeky, she knew it. Completely thought that would shut down the conversation.

But she kinda did. Want to watch.

Though at the time, she just smacked him upside the head.

But it came up in their play time after that, occasionally.

And never failed to get her off.

So that's why the next time she met him on tour, she saw the little blonde photographer with new eyes. Now all those ways they were different were no longer sources of insecurity, they were sources of lust.

If Harry could slam her against the wall after fucking her upright for longer than she could stand, what could he do to shorty? And she'd been watching Helene's hooping videos, god help her. The lady could move. She'd adopted, or revisited the swivel hours in his hotel room before just from watching her Instagram on the plane over.

Harry had made her stop, couldn't take it. It was forever in the repertoire then she decided. A borrowed move, an homage.

She didn't ask him if Helene used the move she inspired Ada to try out. She wanted to see for herself. Their own little hooping competition. Harry was a fan of competition. Could play judge.

The thoughts, a little hip to hip action, fuck off, captured her imagination the entire way to the show that night. She'd gotten in very early and woken Harry up with his dick in her mouth. The denouement may have been quick because they'd been separated.

Though she knew he hadn't been lonely. Maybe he just missed her, and her dsl's. Or, maybe Ada was inspired. It may have been because of his on tour company.

Helene was just across the room backstage, now.

His partner was lovely. Seeing her with new eyes, lusty rather than jealous, Ada found herself watching.

She got caught staring. Right at Helene's ass when she bent over to take a pic of something she spent a fortunate amount of time arranging. Helene turned her head, must have felt Ada's voracious gaze.

Harry must be changing Ada's personality by injection. Every other same sex liaison she had not been the aggressor. But when Helene caught her, she smirked and then looked down the blonde's shirt, checking her out, a full body scan, intent. Helene's eyes dilated. And she didn't frown, but her mouth parted half way. Ada smiled, bit her lip.

When was this show over?

She heard the Kiwi chords and smiled. A couple minutes now. That song was a capper, going out with a bang.

Ada had wandered side stage then, mesmerized, waiting for him to come off. He was a magnet for the eyes, and a few fortunate hands. Hers included.

"Shit!'" She gripped her thighs to his hips as quickly as she could. He loved to pick her up like this, had since their "first" time.

She loved it too. The way the world sailed by in her peripheral vision while she clung on and buried her face. This time he was sweaty and his musk had mixed perfectly with the Gucci scent he'd had a hand in creating and was effectively hawking.

"Mmmm, you smell good!" She nuzzled into his sweaty neck and looked up to see Helene watching them.

Ada scanned her face for jealousy, but was surprised to find the still blown pupils and then a flirty smile.

"Helene is watching us."

"So," she felt his shoulders rise. "You don't want me to stop, do you?" He nibbled her ear a little.

"No, never." Then she realized he meant to start and finish now, just passed the door bearing his name , just the two of them. "Wait." And she found herself in his dressing room, on the ornate couch. "Wait."

"Wait?" He looked at her crazy. "Like, really Wait?" He started to untie her wrap top. "This looks amazing on you, Smokes!"

"I know." She shook her head at his chuckle. "I mean I like it, um, can you stop touching me so I can focus?"

"Nope!" he pulled her up and wrapped the ends of her shirt around her wrists behind her back.

For the love of god. "Mmmm, babe." His head was in her cleavage, and he had her bound and she wanted the gag too. "Wait," She could hear the green light in her vocal stop sign. But Ada couldn't stop thinking about that invitation.

The one in Helene's eye. From Harry's lips.

"Yeah?" He looked up from the place he'd made her bra sheer over her dark nipples.

"Do you remember when you told me I could watch..." Ada hoped he filled in the rest of the sentence on his own. She wasn't sure she could say it.

His eyes were blank and he was still panting. The front curls of his hair curling and a drip hitting her collarbone, still cooling off, coming down from rocking out on stage. Then his head tilted to the side and a grin dawned on his face.

"When I said you could watch what?" He narrowed his eyes but didn't wipe the pussy eating grin off of his face.

Ada rolled her eyes and would have let her surprised mortification keep her quiet. But then Harry rolled her hips over his pelvis, their point of contact gave her focus.

"You're kinda a Jerk."

"A sexy jerk!" He looked at her.

She slapped at his face a bit. "You know what I mean!" She protested.

Harry leaned up and whispered in her hair. "Yeah, but I would really love to hear you say it."

She sighed while he went back to her neck. She needed to be able to say it is she had a hope of doing it. Ada felt the chill bumps rise and pucker. "What you said about, about, Helene, about me watching. How she," This was the hard part, but he was rutting against her. So he was into it. And the fleshy tension between her thighs indicated that she was interested as well. "About how she takes you."

"I do." He breathed heavy and she felt his dick flex on her words, the idea of the three of them. Harry pulled back and looked at her. "Are you sure Ada?" He stared like she was a puzzle he had to figure out.

Was she? Fuck if she knew, but it was a continuous image in her mental movie so often lately, the three of them really, she needed them to cross the finish line so the damn marathon could end, her cerebral legs were tired from running through her mind all the time.

"Can we try?"

"Yeah, we can try, and you call the shots, ok. I want you comfortable and happy. Anything not comfortable, we send Helene to her room. Oh, that is a shot I need to call." He sighed, scooped out his dressing room, and looked at his erection like it was an offense. "Not here."

"Not here, ok. and I'll call time if I get weirded out. No matter how mortifying!"

"Embarrassment is not a sexy feeling. If you feel it, or anything bad, we shouldn't. And I want you to feel sexy, as hot as you are, all your fire. Are you anxious?"

"A little, I'm mostly..." She squirmed. "Turned on. Yet nervy."

"I can work with turned on but nervy."

"I know! I've seen it, felt it." Ada but her lip and nodded, watched his eye blaze emerald.

So Harry sent the text to Helene. "Night cap?"

And now Ada was standing in the bathroom of their suite in her top with no bra and some casual shorts that she could sleep in, or could come off easy. She was pulling on the hem when Harry walked in.

"Babe, she said she's leaving her room." He was looking at the message, blank faced.

"Yeah, ok." Ada looked over her shoulder at Harry. He was wearing a white wife beater- vest- as he always reminded her- and Gucci joggers. How was he always sexy? His arms were more defined. His shoulders too, and his ass was.....she had personally thanked his tour trainer. He had laughed his head off. And Harry had chuckled and pinched the shit out of her rear end for the slight embarrassment. Tour was stressful, she loved that he worked that stress off training. She reaped those benefits

Harry snugged up behind her and looked at her in the mirror. "I ever tell you that your face is a marvel?"

"What?"

"You're just so symmetrical." He kissed the round of her shoulder.

"You know you've dated models babe, several of them." She smiled at his raised brow. She could see he had a counter. "And you have your face." So did she.

"I have a wonky eye, and I have dated models, so I know symmetry. And you are perfect. Steal my breath when I see you, first thing in the morning, perfect without a stitch of makeup or clothes, or right as I nod off, better still- below me moaning, above me, smiling. And the way the rest of you fits into me, fills my hands. I just." He waited a bit, and held her eyes in the mirror. "I love you and am intensely attracted to you. Don't forget it."

"You scared?" He was over-explaining, like a six year old in trouble.

"A bit." He pressed against her. "But still willing and I'm really turned on."

Ada flexed back against him. "Me too."

His phone dinged and they heard a knock.

"Will you get the door?" Harry asked.

"Ok". She thought about that message on the way to the door, her being the face to greet Helene.

"Hey." Ada put on her I belong here face, the one she used when she was among execs who weren't as sure of that fact as she was.

Helene smiled at her, with a cocked head and sweeping gaze. "Bon Soir."

Ada might have misjudged the lean if Helene hadn't already done the double kisses on her upon their first meeting. She might have pretended to misjudge it if she was braver. "Drink?" Her voice came out low as their cheeks coasted along each other's. Helene smelled deep and spicy.

Helene looked bemused. "Sure."

"Hey babe." Harry walked out of the bedroom, crossed and kissed both Helene's cheeks, kept his arm around her waist and took her over to the mini bar. "Pick the red, you are better at it than me." He left a hand on her hip as he walked away, a longer he'd never allowed in front of Ada. And Ada suppressed the frisson of jealousy when his hand rested on the top of her butt. She was gonna have to get over it. Their familiarity and them touching.

If she got what she wanted.

Helene bent over and her tiny waist and round as moon hips hit Ada's eyes. She found herself walking over. She slid the goblet from Helene's hand and waited for it to be filled, watched the red color in the cup, the way Helene's hand joined hers on the glass. Ada didn't think her hand was actually too unsteady. Maybe it was an overture?

"You want?" Helene nodded at the glass.

"A little more." Ada licked her lips. Kept her eyes on Helene while she poured. Felt an impressed smile on her lips when they maintained eye contact and her cup didn't runneth over. Just her fount.

"Sante!" Helene handed a glass to Harry. His only mid way full. Like Helene's. And clinked the glasses, the rims glancing off each other, catching the light. Ada and Helene maintained their stare.

Ada took her gulp, felt the rich berry flavor in her mouth and pulled Helene by the hand to the couch. Took another sip before setting down her glass on the low marble table top. She went to take Helene's when she noticed the French woman sat her glass down herself. Their inside shoulders faced each other, their outside deltoids open just enough to include the room, Harry.

Their commonality.

Helene rocked her head back on her neck and Ada watched her tongue touch the corner of her bubblegum lips. Her own lips were closer to the color of the wine. Then they were closer to Helene's, geographically.

The first touch is cautious, timid. But Bordeaux scented and intoxicating.

She's thirsty, so she dips her tongue into Helene's mouth. The play of their tongues, the dips and rolls wet her whistle but only make her want to sing, louder. Ada's fingers are moving into all that blonde hair and Helene flexes like a cat back into her hands, baring her delicate throat.

Her jugular pulses under Ada's tongue and the life there is thrumming. Ada's pulse double times to catch up. The hollow where her collarbones meet is deep, and Ada licks the bowl of it.

"Mmmm." She hears above her and kisses the point of Helene's chin, her full bottom lip bites Ada's teeth. back with its ripeness. Ada's shirt finds its way behind the couch and the air hardens her nipples further. As does the circuit of Helene's thumbs on her peaks.

"What does she like, Harry?" Ada hears the French slur to her English words. "A tease or firm touch?"

She'd almost forgotten his presence from the sensation.

Almost.

She wouldn't be able to after her neck wilted and her eyes rolled over him.

What a picture he made, reclined on the arm chair, his hand covering what it could of his bulge. His shirt off. His other hand cradling his wine glass like he did her breast. When that was her mood.

"She goes crazy for a tease. But I think she's been teasing herself thinking about you for awhile. So..." he blinked slowly and Ada's eyes closed when Helene tweaked her nipple then licked it to further tumescence.

"Fuck!" Ada said when Helene's teeth closed.

"Mais qui." Helene's laugh was sultry as the fingers that slid down Ada's tummy, dipping into her navel and then up her loose tie dye shorts. "Humide!" She slipped her fingers through Ada's cleft and looked at Harry before kissing her mouth.

"Yeah, she gets wet, slippery like an eel, non?"

"I love eel." Helene moved a pink feverish mouth down Ada's body. Her shorts pooled on the floor a moment later.

"I know you do. Bon appetit!"

Ada could hear him moving, but her eyes were closed hard, and her bottom lip was caught tightly between her teeth.

It was like Helene had a map of her pussy inside her tongue. She hit all the right spots. From the clockwise opening exploration to the flat tongued strokes. The feathery clit teases were making Ada thrash her head until Helene's nose mashed into her mons semi uncomfortably and Helene groaned tunefully.

It wasn't bright in the room, but the overhead lamp backlit Harry, where he held Helene's hips to his pelvis at an angle off the couch. Her downward dog was impressive.

"See Smokes. No problem." And he stroked in.

"No." Ada heard herself say.

The whole room stopped. Held a collective breath. Helene's covered her flowing center. Ada pulsed. A seconds flex to touch Helene's bottom lip. What was the hold up?

"Do you want to stop?" Harry's voiced was strained, like the muscles, veins standing out on his forearm and hands where they held Helene still.

"No." She shook her head and lifted her hips Up. An offering, suggestion. "No, I want to watch it go in. Let me see." She was panting.

So was Helene.

Harry blinked like it hurt and Ada felt Helene gasp. Planted his opposing foot on the couch, calf against the arm, angled his body, open to her view. He pulled back his hips. His dick glistened. Wetness in the folds.

"Watch." He commanded. Didn't even use a hand to guide himself. Bottomed out, with his laurels against Helene's ass. "Like a glove." gave a smack.

Helene's teeth grazed Ada's clit on impact and they both moaned. Ada kept Harry's gaze while he rolled his hips, he wasn't inside of her, but they were connected, nonetheless, always. She watched him, and he watched her, her reactions to the beauty between them, until the tongue undulations closed her eyes.

The pressure between her thighs had increased so much it was a job to not hump Helene's face. "Fuck, I'm so close."

"Qui!" She felt a smile then a sucking kiss to her thigh. "I can tell." Slim fingers, foreign but familiar, at least with the terrain, entered her and Ada seized, kept contracting when Helene found her g spot, and sucked it's exterior twin.

"How's it feel, honey?" She could tell Harry was staving it off, maybe needed a break, his voice was as tight as she imagined Helene's pussy to be. Which was the problem.

"God, so good," she directed her attention to Helene, smoothed her brow. "You're so good!"

Helene preened and stood up, no matter the arch of her back was able to achieve with those flexible hips, it unseated Harry.

"Ada." He looked down at himself and stroked. She knew that tone. Rolled off the couch dragging a cushion with her for her knees. He tasted like lemon and hot honey while she licked Helene off of him.

If a face fuck could be gentle, Harry achieved it, the hand in her hair to hold her steady into his easy thrusts. The new flavor of their adventure all over him.

Her hand found her clit without a thought, and she felt Helene's hand at her nipple again, slim hip against her shoulder. Harry loosened his grip and Ada took the opportunity to kiss across Helene's hip. The blonde, mostly natural it seemed, turned easily into Ada's mouth. Her tongue slipped into the top of her slit, just below the groomed triangle of dark blonde hair. She tasted better at the source. The bottom of Ada's tongue slid over her swollen clit down to the deliciously dicked pussy below. Harry was right about how it spread the flavor around. She swirled her tongue there and brought the flat of her tongue back up, slow. Then used the tip of her teeth to nibble until a flick seemed necessary.

Helene liked that.

"She's good Harry." Ada brightened up at the accented comment, and Ada looked up before taking Harry back into her mouth. She could hear them kissing while she alternated between pleasuring them. Harry directed her to Helene for a moment, she may have missed him, without such a taste to savor. Ada was distracted until she heard a loud scrape. Harry had carted the bench from the bedroom out. That was a perfect surface, soft but firm. She loved when nothing soft stole his impact.

"Ada, on your knees, here." He pointed in front of him, and the promise of his presence inside her, she wet her thighs over it. She did as told, and arched when fingers slid inside her. "Smokes, you are burning up."

"I'm on fire, honey." She moaned at the thicker fingers inside her.

"I have something for you. Helene, lay under her, lick her out to cool her off." Helene slid beneath her, the grey leather highlighting the curves off her body by contrast. She slid her feet to the floor revealing another contrasting color, deep pink.

In tandem, or sync, Ada delved between the swollen lips of Helene while she responded in kind. Ada mirrored her actions, and the moans below her told her it was exactly what Helene needed. Just as she felt the tremble of her thighs, the beginning, Harry entered her. So Ada used her fingers, took inspiration again, and gave Helene deep strokes and hooked g spot rubs like the full cock deep inside her did.

Harry was moaning above her and was hard as nails within her. She loved when he was too turned on to quiet himself. She'd never forget this feeling, all this stimulation. "Fuck, Yeah, fuck me honey!" She bit into Helene's thigh to stifle her babble. She squeezed Ada's fingers over that.

Whenever Ada got close, Harry pulled out, and she would have a break, too long, where she could hear Helene suck Harry off, and Ada could only fill her mouth, plunge her fingers. It was killing her, softly, that cruel edge of love between pleasure and pain. She was swollen and needy and saying so.

By the third delay, Ada was sliding her pussy along the top of Harry as he went into Helene's mouth.

"Please, babe, please." She was begging, he liked that, when she was outta her head too.

He slid two fingers into each hole, "make her come, it's hard for her, and she deserves it, then I'll give you everything you want."

Her mouth got to work, and she copied Harry's finger moves, slid wet fingers into Helene's anus and pussy, sealed her mouth around her clit and rubbed it with her tongue until Helene pushed her away, three times.

Ada kept her fingers busy, kept Helene coming until she had to be held up by the hands at her hips at the serious deep dicking along with the finger fuck of her ass and the tongue on her clit.

She'd come hard before, but the blinding white light and noise in her ears were new. She gripped Helene's thighs hard enough to leave fingermarks and nearly stood up at the whip snap at her center. She may have apologized for sitting on Helene's face, had she found words to.

She must have passed out. When she comes to, back to herself, she's on a bed, the blanket gently around her hips. Her body is pleasantly sore, and heavy with pleasure. It takes her a minute to orient herself. She's sad she is alone, not cuddled to either lover. She places their voices, nearby, Ada follows them.

Helene and Harry are sharing wine, the Eiffel Tower between them. They make a romantic scene.

Ada expects to feel jealous, but she just feels affection when she hears what they are saying.

"Will She be ok? When the sexiness of this wears off?" Helene asks after rolling her wine around her mouth.

"I hope so, she, well her interest, in you, she wanted too, initiated." Harry shrugged blithely.

"Oh, and you had no interest, in both of us, your best of both worlds girls?" She's cheeky and beautifully lit up from her orgasm. Ada hopes she looks like that, and not like she woke up from a nap.

"Oh, I was deeply interested, but..."

"You want her to really be ok, oui?"

"I do." He looks soft, in that way he does, when his heart's on his breast pocket.

"She will be. She has you." There was longing in her voice, but no green.

"She has me." He nodded.

"If she's ok, do I get to still have you, sometimes? Maybe both of you?" Helene asked, Ada brought in a breath, louder than she intended. She hadn't thought of that.

Now, it seems she has a choice, because both lovers are looking at her like she's a magic eye image.

Her face must be a picture.

They, the three points of a triangle, do make a lovely composition.

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Survey #189

“why are the children all marching into the desert to die?”

What does your trick-or-treat bag or pail look like? Pretty sure mine was usually just a plastic orange pumpkin. How old will you turn on your next birthday? 23, wow-ie. What are your plans to celebrate? Dinner with the fam, and I don't think I could possibly pass a birthday without getting a tattoo. :') Which X Factor audition(s) was/were your favorite? Don't watch it. Were you a straight A student in spelling and grammar? Yes. Were you a straight A student in math? No, I got Bs sometimes. Were you abused or do you know anyone who was abused? I know people who were. What is the name of your favorite coffee shop in your town? N/A What is fall weather usually like where you live? Usually warmish and breezy, but sometimes super cold. Do you think you have an accent? Very slightly. Do you use plastic, wooden, or wire hangers? Plastic. What is your favorite shade of yellow? Pastel. Are there any shades of blue that you don’t like? If so, which ones? No. Are you afraid of getting yelled at? YES YES YES YES I WILL CRY PLEASE DON'T Who has the best-decorated house in your town? *shrugs* What is your favorite part of Halloween? Dressing up. Is there a cemetery in your backyard? No. Did you decorate a pumpkin this year? No. ;_; What are some fall activities you would do with your kids? If I actually wanted them, take them on a hay ride (spooky one if they're older and want to), decorate pumpkins together, obviously go trick-or-treating, let 'em play in leaf piles. Have you ever seen a fox? Yes. What color are the squirrels where you live? Brown. Is there anything about Halloween you find offensive? Um no. What do the trees look like where you live? There's basically a shitload of pine trees, some dogwoods in spring (which fucking stink, btw), and then there's other trees idk the name of. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? YESSSSSSSSSSSS Do you find museums boring or interesting? Interesting! What was your school’s rival team’s mascot? Uhhhhh idr. What are three issues you are passionate about? Gay rights, gun control, and immigration. Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? I mean if I had to? What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? Klonopin, back when I had to take two a day. I was just barely able to function at all on three. Do you like bath bombs? Never used one, but sure. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Pussycat Dolls lmaoooooooo Do you like Disney movies? Only heathens don't. In what type of area was your first sexual encounter? A house. What do you occupy your time with on flights? Listen to my iPod. Do you ever realize how ridiculous you’re being yet continue on anyway? Sometimes in anxiety-type situations. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else’s property? No. Have you ever been punched? No. What do you usually order from Olive Garden?  Spicy shrimp fritas oh my gaaaaaaaaaaaah How do you like your steak cooked?  Medium well. How do you feel about bats? I'm love them. Is anyone in your family artistic? Me. Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? No. Are you emo/gothic/punk? I AM the Thicc Goth GF in my head. I'm just too poor and lazy for the wardrobe. :^) Would you date someone 20 years older than you? Nooooooooooo that's way too big a difference for me. What is your father’s middle name? John. What was the last food you got a random craving for? Sour gummy worms lmao. What is something you enjoy doing, but aren’t good at? Singing, sometimes. Name some healthy foods that you enjoy eating. Strawberries, apples, peaches, corn, cucumbers, green beans, bananas... What is your favorite Studio Ghibli film? Don't think I've watched any. If your best friend was a fictional character, who would he/she be? Why? This requires too much thinking. What was the last song you listened to? Does it mean anything to you? Ninja Sex Party's cover of "Africa" is on now. No. What flavor was the last cupcake you ate? Chocolate. When was the last time you complimented a stranger? Idk. Do you know how to text without looking? Not well. What about typing without looking? Yup. Have you ever thrown rocks at a girl/guy’s window? No. When was the last time you bought a bathing suit? Like, a year back? Do you like eggnog? NOOOOOOOOOOO. How often do you see your mother? Every day. When was the last time your living room furniture was rearranged? Long time ago. When you were little, did you like watching Cartoon Network, Disney or Nickelodeon more? Disney. When is the last time that you experienced rejection–literal or imagined? By no means /serious/ rejection, but I suppose it fits the definition. Asked the tat/piercing parlor I go to about working there at the desk (the place isn't busy and I'm v comfortable there, so I think I easily could), but they let me know they currently didn't need anyone. When you are feeling down are you more likely to cheer yourself up by shopping, eating, or drinking? I've gotten loads better about it, but eating. Do you think there will be a time when our current age of rapid innovation comes to a standstill? What do you think is the limit of human technological advancement? No, honestly. It may stall, but I don't see it stopping any time soon. In hindsight, what was the most misguided/unhelpful assignment you had to do in school or college? Uhhhh idk. On any blogs or social media you may have, do you try to maintain a certain aesthetic or persona? Is this consistent across platforms or just specific to one? Not really. My less-appropriate sense of humor comes out more on Tumblr, and in some areas I type in all lowercase because I find it more aesthetically pleasing. Is there an artist or celebrity whom you admire for their craft but take issue with their personality or politics? Marilyn Manson, very easily. He's talented and unapologetically unique as all hell, but I do noooot like him as a person from what I know. What is the last party or event you were invited to but declined? Why? Are there certain events that you might be invited to which you are likely to decline? An old friend's Thanksgiving-ish friends party. I was tempted, but it was explicitly stated to BYOB and weed and I just didn't want to be in an environment where there was lots of drinking and smoking something that's still illegal in the state. I was already uncomfortable enough last time I went to a party at her house and there was so much smoking. You were also supposed to bring a piece of Thanksgiving food to contribute, but I can't cook and I didn't wanna bother Mom about it. For the last question, it's just about a "never" situation where I'm invited to a real event besides family birthday parties or meet-ups with Dad and his wife. Off the top of my head, I'd never go to a club if I was invited. Imagine your life three years from now as if things have gone perfectly, better than you would typically predict. What do you see? Living with a happy Sara in the mountains, very successful in photography and thus financially stable (or hopefully a bit beyond that), excelling in school, back to my healthy weight, my mental health is great and I'm on way fewer meds, Sara's able to breed snakes and write as a real career, COVER ME IN TATS BITCH, more piercings, a treatment/medication for hypotonia has been discovered, my niece and nephew have met Sara and been taught our relationship is not wrong (I doubt it though :x), I'm happy, it'd be nice to write with more people, I have at least one poem published, Teddy, Venus, Kaiju, Roman, Mitsu (now totally comfortable being held), and Sara's babies are still alive and kickin', Venus and Crowley have had a clutch, Sara's PMDD is under control, Dad's stopped smoking, Mom is in a healthy, fulfilling relationship, both Mom and Sara are at the weights they aim for, Nicole is with a guy she truly loves and he reciprocates properly, Mom has been treated for depression and has forgiven Dad... Man, lots of things. This question really made me look forward to creating this future. What about your personality makes you good at your job? Alternatively, why do you find yourself uniquely suited for or drawn to your ideal career path? No job, so I'll just respond to the second. Photography is pretty surprising as it requires serious communication, which y'all know isn't my forte in the least. However, I'm so passionate about it and feel knowledgeable enough on it to be confident. Plus I just love showing how beautiful the world is capable of being. Do you find it valuable or important to respect those in positions of authority simply because of their position? Does this vary based on what that position is? Nope. I'm not gonna respect an absolute asshole just because you're of a high position. It doesn't vary to me, either. Do you find that you often desire and/or enjoy sex? If not, why not and how do you negotiate those feelings with your partner? If so, what is it that you enjoy about it in particular? I'd say I desire it to a normal degree, and yeah, I enjoy it. Why, #1, it's such a passionate and intimate way to communicate how much you love and trust your partner. Then I mean it feels good so. How many times have you seriously injured yourself? Idk. Seriously... three? When was the last time you were a passenger in a car and sat in the back? In the back, idk. Did you attend Sunday School as a child? Yes. Are/were you in the school band, and if so, what instrument did you play? Yes, flute. What is the best thing you’ve ever bought at a thrift shop? This cool crashed ship lamp! It's beside my bed. Have you ever ordered an unusual drink at a bar? No. What is your favorite thing about summer? Swimming. That's it. When was the last time you went to your local library? Whew, years. Can you do a proper cartwheel? No. Have you ever been pulled aside by security at the airport? No. Are you a fast-thinker or a slow-thinker? Slow. If you were to donate to charity today, what would you donate to? The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention or The Trevor Project. What is your favorite card game and when was the last time you played it? Magic: The Gathering and not since my PS3 broke (I had the Duel of the Planeswalkers store game on there and I WANT IT BACK). Who was the last person you cuddled with? Sara. Did you ever go to summer camp when you were younger? No. What is your favorite seasonal candy? (only available at certain times) Gingerbread men!! Are there any television shows you own in entirety on DVD or VHS? Meerkat Manor. How far away from your house is the nearest gas station? Like, two minutes. Do you know anyone who is fluent in a second-tongue? Yeah. What is the scariest movie you’ve ever seen and who did you watch it with? The Rite, but only because the whole "raped and impregnated by a demon" shtick is a fuck to the no from me. Watched it with my younger sis years ago. When was the last time you had a bubble bath? A looooooooong time ago, I don't like baths. What was the last strong scent you smelled? Poop. Good job, Bentley. What did you buy the last time you went shopping for new clothes? A bra, I think? How did you discover your favorite band? Mom's CDs. When I was getting into my rock and metal love, I went through them and listened to albums with cool covers or bands I knew she loved, and the first happened to be Ozzy. :') Does the weather affect your mood? If so, in what ways? Yes. I have a greater tendency to feel down when it's real cloudy and sometimes rainy. If it's really hot, I'm in a worse/cranky mood. When are you most likely to be bored? Late afternoon/evening. What was the last big decision you made? Hmmm. Going back to school, maybe? Where was the last place you traveled to, and what did you do while there? Illinois. Hang out with my bby. :') What is your favorite thing to go shopping for? Clothes at Hot Topic ahhhhh. What was the last thing you received in the mail? Something for VR. What is one of your wildest dreams or ambitions? Become a well-known photographer. When was the last time you performed in front of a group of people? Years ago for dance. Who was the last person to upset you? How about the last person to cheer you up? Mom; Sara. Is there anything or anyone you’re trying to get over or let go of? No. What was the subject of your last phone conversation? Uhhh something short with Ma that I don't remember. How close do you have to be with someone before you’ll consider them a friend? I have to feel decently comfortable around them. How do you feel when a mostly unheard of band (or tv show, movie, etc.) that you love suddenly starts to gain popularity? I'm happy for them! I just hope they don't change. When was the last time you listened to new music? Uhhh recently. Do you think it is strange when a couple says “we are pregnant” rather than “I am pregnant” or “my girlfriend is pregnant”? No, I actually prefer it. You're in that shit together. Do you ever feel like you were born in the wrong era? What decade would you most like to have grown up in? No. I'm good with the '90s. What was your most memorable concert experience? Only been to one. :| But Alice was great. If you have any, are you close with your sibling(s)? Has it always been that way? Not very, and no, at least with my younger sister. We were pretty close. Do you require “closure” after things like break-ups or do you move on easily? I. Need. Closure. How long does it take for someone to earn your trust? Good luck. Do you like peanut butter? Yesssss. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school? Do/did you prefer wearing it than regular clothes? In middle school. Hell no. What’s the last thing you got really excited over? Going to Sara's. Is there a genre of movie that you just can’t watch? Action-y. What was the last song to give you nostalgia? "Holiday" by Green Day. Do you have a certain color grape you like the most? Purple. What’s your signature thing you do when drinking that will make your friends say, “Alright, they’re drunk”? N/A Have you ever been on a hot air balloon? No. What’s your definition of weird? I try to keep the mindset that "weird" doesn't exist as I'm not one to talk about things being so, yet I'm hypocritical about it and do find some things, ex. fetishes, extremely weird. Do you use shaving cream? For my legs. When was the last time you cleaned your room? Is your room clean? I dusted my whole room a while back. I need to vacuum baaadly, but ours is broken. ;-; Have you ever personally known any girl who shaved their head? Yes. Have you ever known anyone who committed suicide? Sadly. Have you ever tried to commit suicide? Yes. Have you ever coughed up blood? No. How do you wish you could die? Surrounded by family and painless. Do you have any apps on your Facebook? If so, what? No. What kind of mouse pad do you have? Don't have one. What color is your mouse? Pink. Do you know any who might be anorexic? Do you know anyone who has bulimia? Maybe? Did you ever want a pony when you were little? Idr. What’s your favorite dessert food? Ice cream. What is the closest thing to you right now that is alive? My dog. Do you exercise? I'm starting to again. Do you dislike writing school essays? Not if it's a subject I like. Are you a very open-minded person? Yes. Are you modest? I believe I am. Do you skate? No. Are you in a band? No. If you were to make it big with your own band, what would its name be? *shrugs* It depends on the members. Would you rather a friend come over to your house or you go over there? I go over there. Have you ever had rabies? No. Do you know anyone who ever had to get a rabies shot? Idk. Have you ever gone hunting? No, never would. Ever eaten deer? Duck? Squirrel? How about lamb? No. Have you ever received a note in your locker? I think once from Aaron?

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