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NDA Part 3

Roman Reigns x Ariel Jones (OC)

Warnings: 18+

You can find my other stories here: Master List

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Catch up on previous chapters Part 1 & Part 2

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Part 3

Ariel watched as Samantha left the room, leaving her alone with the icy certainty clawing at her insides. She knew this wasn't the end. Joe seemed to be the master of manipulation, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he would be back, causing more chaos and strife in her perfectly ordered life.

As the door closed behind the other woman, Ariel couldn't help but feel violated. Her heart was shattered, her trust in Joe fractured. She stood and walked to the window, looking out at the city below. It was a vast, unforgiving place, and she felt as small as a speck of dust. But she knew she couldn't let this get the best of her. She had a career to protect, and a heart to mend. As she stood there, looking out at the city, she vowed to herself that she would be stronger, smarter, and more cautious in the future. She would learn to trust her instincts and not let her guard down so easily.

Ariel's heart raced as she stepped out of her condo the next morning and saw Joe leaning against her car. Her stomach lurched and was immediately followed by a wave of anger. She had hoped to avoid him at all costs after the disastrous encounter with Samantha the day before, but here he was, looking as charming and handsome as ever in his black Nike sweatsuit and slicked back bun.

"What do you want?" Ariel asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

“You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts. Wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Joe's words hit Ariel like a punch in the gut. She couldn't believe he had the audacity to care about her well-being after lying to her face.

"I have nothing to say to you," Ariel replied coldly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Joe straightened up and walked towards her, his smile faltering when he saw the expression on her face, "Come on, Ariel. You know that's not what I meant. What happened yesterday was a decision made above my head. I’m sorry."

“Above your head? That's laughable. Because she made sure to rub it in my face that you two were very much together," Ariel retorted, trying to hold back tears of frustration. She shook her head, her lips still curled in anger. "You know what? You don't get to say you're sorry. You made your choice, Joe. You chose to lie, and you chose to keep me in the dark. This is on you."

Joe's face fell, and for a moment, she saw genuine regret etched into his beautiful features. "I didn't even know she was coming in until after it happened.”

Ariel's anger simmered. "Whatever, Joe," she said, tearing up. "I don't care what you say. You used me!"

His expression was pained as he spoke, "Ariel, you don't know anything. But you have to trust me when I say that things with Samantha are over. I never meant to hurt you, and I certainly never meant to bring her into our lives. I just...”

Ariel's heart ached, but she couldn't bring herself to believe him. "I just, what? Made a mistake? Yeah, you fuckin’ did! You made a huge mistake. You should have been honest with me from the start," she said, her voice shaking.

Joe reached out to take her hand, but Ariel pulled away, her heart heavy with hurt and betrayal. "I know I fucked up, Ariel. I never meant for any of this to happen. I just... I couldn't handle everything on my own, and she was there, and I thought she understood my life and everything that goes on." he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion.

Ariel could feel her resolve crumbling at Joe's words. Part of her wanted to believe him, to give him another chance. But another part of her was still reeling from the betrayal and couldn't bring herself to forgive so easily.

"You didn't even give time or a chance to understand," she said, shaking her head and taking a step back. "I need some time to figure things out."

Joe's face fell even further and he nodded slowly. "I understand. Just- please don't shut me out completely."

As she stepped back from Joe's helplessly pleading figure, she felt a wave of sadness wash over her. She tried to shake off the lingering feeling of betrayal and hurt, but it seemed to cling to her like a shadow. She sighed and reached for the car door, “Can you please move so I can go to work.”

Joe hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching her face one last time. Then, with a heavy heart, he moved away from the car and watched her drive away.

*************

It had been three months since that day. Three long, lonely months since Ariel drove away from Joe. And not one single NDA had crossed her desk in that time.

She had thrown herself into her work, burying herself in endless contracts and negotiations. But no matter how busy she kept herself, she couldn't escape the nagging feeling of emptiness that lingered in the pit of her stomach.

The silence was deafening as she entered the office. It was as if the walls were closing in on her, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. She sank into her leather chair, feeling the familiar weight of guilt and disappointment settle upon her shoulders once again. She had tried to focus on her work, but the constant flow of new clients and projects couldn't fill the void left by Joe's absence.

Her relationship with Joe , although short-lived, had been intense and passionate, and despite his betrayal, she still missed him deeply. She wondered if he felt the same way, if he regretted his actions and wanted to make things right?

But every time she thought about reaching out to him, something held her back. The fear of getting hurt again was too great.

So she continued on with her routine, day after day, pushing away any thoughts or feelings related to Joe. Until one day, a familiar name popped up on her phone. Paul Heyman.

"Ms. Jones, how are you?" Paul's distinctive voice greeted her on the other end of the line.

"I'm doing great," she replied, trying to sound casual. "How about you? I haven't heard from you in ages."

Paul chuckled, "Life has been busy, as always. I know it’s been a while but I have an NDA that I need you to take care of today.”

Ariel hesitated, her heart racing. "Sure, I’ll handle it." She swallowed hard as she replied, trying not to let her voice betray her.

Paul cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for the way things ended between you and Joe. I know how much he cared for you and you for him, and I can only imagine how difficult this must be."

Ariel took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions surge through her. She couldn't deny that she still cared for him, but she could never let Paul know her true feelings.

"What's this NDA about?" she asked, her voice still shaky as she tried to change the subject.

“This is a for a friend of Joe's. He's been working on a project that requires strict confidentiality, and he asked me to reach out to you. I know it's been a while, but he really doesn't want to involve any other attorneys at this time. You understand, I’m sure.”

Ariel's heart ached as she took a moment to process the information, "I'll take care of it, Paul," she said, her voice steady, but laced with a hint of sadness. As she hung up the phone, she couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to change- again.

Hours later she glanced at her watch and shuffled through the papers in the file folder, feeling annoyed that Paul hadn't given her the name of the woman she was supposed to meet. As she checked the time once again, her irritation grew with each passing minute. Just as she picked up her cell to text Paul there was a light tap on the conference room door. She looked up to find Joe standing in the door a bag of Chinese takeout in his hand.

"What the hell are you doing here, Joe?" Ariel asked, standing up from her chair, her voice filled with both anger and confusion.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said, his eyes searching her face. “Figured this would be the only way you would see me.”

Ariel's heart raced. She needed to stay calm, but the sight of Joe filled her with a mix of emotions. Hurt, anger, and a small glimmer of hope that he might be here to apologize.

"What do you want?" she asked again, her voice still steady, but her body trembled slightly.

Joe took a deep breath. "I fucked up, Ariel. I messed up really bad, and I'm sorry. And I don't expect you to forgive me today or even tomorrow. But I want you to know that I've been thinking about you every fucking day. I never stopped caring about you."

Ariel's anger boiled over. "You can't just show up as if nothing happened. I don't know what you want from me. I don't want to be with you, and I don't want anything to do with you!"

Joe sighed, "I know I let you down, but I'm not asking for a second chance. I'm here to give you something."

Ariel raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms, "What are you talking about?"

Joe took a deep breath and reached into his right pocket, pulling out a small velvet box, handing it to her.

Ariel eyed the box warily. "What's this?"

Joe's voice trembled as he spoke. "You’re birthday, I- I know it was last week and I’m late, but I wanted to give you this. I think of you every day and I wanna make you happy." He paused to nervously scratch at his beard, "You deserve pretty, sparkly things."

Ariel's heart ached as she hesitated. She knew she couldn't let her guard down, but there was something in Joe's dark eyes that made her hesitate. As she opened the box, her breath caught in her throat. Nestled inside was a pair of emerald earrings, the most beautiful gemstones she had ever seen.

"I wanted to give you something that's a reflection of how much I care about you. When I saw 'em, I knew they were made for you." Joe said, his voice thick with emotion. "It's not much, but I hope it shows you how much I regret my mistakes."

Ariel couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not believing him sooner. Joe had brought her to tears in the worst ways, but now he was trying to make it right. Slowly, she reached up and touched the cool metal of the earrings. "These are beautiful, Joe. Thank you."

Joe's face broke into a wide, toothy smile. "I hope they bring you some happiness, at least."

She felt a wave of emotions crash over her. She wanted to be angry, to tell him to fuck off, to walk away and never look back but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

"I don't know what to say," she whispered.

Joe hesitated, his eyes searching hers. "I just... I wanna fix things, you know? To try and make it right. I can't take it back, but I want you to know that I regret it deeply, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Joe reached out to take her hand, but she pulled away, her heart heavy with the mix of emotions she was feeling. She took a deep breath, trying to compartmentalize her feelings and shut the tiny velvet box, sitting it down on the table, "Why are you doing this, Joe? What do you want from me?"

Ariel felt her heart ache. She wanted to believe him, to trust him, but the fear of getting hurt again was too great. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, trying to decide if she could risk opening up to him again.

Finally, she spoke, her voice steady but filled with emotion, "Did you eat?" she asked, noticing him still clutching the takeout bag in his hand.

Joe smiled. "Not yet. Would you like to join me?"

To be continued...

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[fame-ass-ers]

NDA Part 3

Roman Reigns x Ariel Jones (OC)

Warnings: 18+

You can find my other stories here: Master List

*************

Catch up on previous chapters Part 1 & Part 2

************

Part 3

Ariel watched as Samantha left the room, leaving her alone with the icy certainty clawing at her insides. She knew this wasn't the end. Joe seemed to be the master of manipulation, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he would be back, causing more chaos and strife in her perfectly ordered life.

As the door closed behind the other woman, Ariel couldn't help but feel violated. Her heart was shattered, her trust in Joe fractured. She stood and walked to the window, looking out at the city below. It was a vast, unforgiving place, and she felt as small as a speck of dust. But she knew she couldn't let this get the best of her. She had a career to protect, and a heart to mend. As she stood there, looking out at the city, she vowed to herself that she would be stronger, smarter, and more cautious in the future. She would learn to trust her instincts and not let her guard down so easily.

Ariel's heart raced as she stepped out of her condo the next morning and saw Joe leaning against her car. Her stomach lurched and was immediately followed by a wave of anger. She had hoped to avoid him at all costs after the disastrous encounter with Samantha the day before, but here he was, looking as charming and handsome as ever in his black Nike sweatsuit and slicked back bun.

"What do you want?" Ariel asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

“You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts. Wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Joe's words hit Ariel like a punch in the gut. She couldn't believe he had the audacity to care about her well-being after lying to her face.

"I have nothing to say to you," Ariel replied coldly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Joe straightened up and walked towards her, his smile faltering when he saw the expression on her face, "Come on, Ariel. You know that's not what I meant. What happened yesterday was a decision made above my head. I’m sorry."

“Above your head? That's laughable. Because she made sure to rub it in my face that you two were very much together," Ariel retorted, trying to hold back tears of frustration. She shook her head, her lips still curled in anger. "You know what? You don't get to say you're sorry. You made your choice, Joe. You chose to lie, and you chose to keep me in the dark. This is on you."

Joe's face fell, and for a moment, she saw genuine regret etched into his beautiful features. "I didn't even know she was coming in until after it happened.”

Ariel's anger simmered. "Whatever, Joe," she said, tearing up. "I don't care what you say. You used me!"

His expression was pained as he spoke, "Ariel, you don't know anything. But you have to trust me when I say that things with Samantha are over. I never meant to hurt you, and I certainly never meant to bring her into our lives. I just...”

Ariel's heart ached, but she couldn't bring herself to believe him. "I just, what? Made a mistake? Yeah, you fuckin’ did! You made a huge mistake. You should have been honest with me from the start," she said, her voice shaking.

Joe reached out to take her hand, but Ariel pulled away, her heart heavy with hurt and betrayal. "I know I fucked up, Ariel. I never meant for any of this to happen. I just... I couldn't handle everything on my own, and she was there, and I thought she understood my life and everything that goes on." he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion.

Ariel could feel her resolve crumbling at Joe's words. Part of her wanted to believe him, to give him another chance. But another part of her was still reeling from the betrayal and couldn't bring herself to forgive so easily.

"You didn't even give time or a chance to understand," she said, shaking her head and taking a step back. "I need some time to figure things out."

Joe's face fell even further and he nodded slowly. "I understand. Just- please don't shut me out completely."

As she stepped back from Joe's helplessly pleading figure, she felt a wave of sadness wash over her. She tried to shake off the lingering feeling of betrayal and hurt, but it seemed to cling to her like a shadow. She sighed and reached for the car door, “Can you please move so I can go to work.”

Joe hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching her face one last time. Then, with a heavy heart, he moved away from the car and watched her drive away.

*************

It had been three months since that day. Three long, lonely months since Ariel drove away from Joe. And not one single NDA had crossed her desk in that time.

She had thrown herself into her work, burying herself in endless contracts and negotiations. But no matter how busy she kept herself, she couldn't escape the nagging feeling of emptiness that lingered in the pit of her stomach.

The silence was deafening as she entered the office. It was as if the walls were closing in on her, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. She sank into her leather chair, feeling the familiar weight of guilt and disappointment settle upon her shoulders once again. She had tried to focus on her work, but the constant flow of new clients and projects couldn't fill the void left by Joe's absence.

Her relationship with Joe , although short-lived, had been intense and passionate, and despite his betrayal, she still missed him deeply. She wondered if he felt the same way, if he regretted his actions and wanted to make things right?

But every time she thought about reaching out to him, something held her back. The fear of getting hurt again was too great.

So she continued on with her routine, day after day, pushing away any thoughts or feelings related to Joe. Until one day, a familiar name popped up on her phone. Paul Heyman.

"Ms. Jones, how are you?" Paul's distinctive voice greeted her on the other end of the line.

"I'm doing great," she replied, trying to sound casual. "How about you? I haven't heard from you in ages."

Paul chuckled, "Life has been busy, as always. I know it’s been a while but I have an NDA that I need you to take care of today.”

Ariel hesitated, her heart racing. "Sure, I’ll handle it." She swallowed hard as she replied, trying not to let her voice betray her.

Paul cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for the way things ended between you and Joe. I know how much he cared for you and you for him, and I can only imagine how difficult this must be."

Ariel took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions surge through her. She couldn't deny that she still cared for him, but she could never let Paul know her true feelings.

"What's this NDA about?" she asked, her voice still shaky as she tried to change the subject.

“This is a for a friend of Joe's. He's been working on a project that requires strict confidentiality, and he asked me to reach out to you. I know it's been a while, but he really doesn't want to involve any other attorneys at this time. You understand, I’m sure.”

Ariel's heart ached as she took a moment to process the information, "I'll take care of it, Paul," she said, her voice steady, but laced with a hint of sadness. As she hung up the phone, she couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to change- again.

Hours later she glanced at her watch and shuffled through the papers in the file folder, feeling annoyed that Paul hadn't given her the name of the woman she was supposed to meet. As she checked the time once again, her irritation grew with each passing minute. Just as she picked up her cell to text Paul there was a light tap on the conference room door. She looked up to find Joe standing in the door a bag of Chinese takeout in his hand.

"What the hell are you doing here, Joe?" Ariel asked, standing up from her chair, her voice filled with both anger and confusion.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said, his eyes searching her face. “Figured this would be the only way you would see me.”

Ariel's heart raced. She needed to stay calm, but the sight of Joe filled her with a mix of emotions. Hurt, anger, and a small glimmer of hope that he might be here to apologize.

"What do you want?" she asked again, her voice still steady, but her body trembled slightly.

Joe took a deep breath. "I fucked up, Ariel. I messed up really bad, and I'm sorry. And I don't expect you to forgive me today or even tomorrow. But I want you to know that I've been thinking about you every fucking day. I never stopped caring about you."

Ariel's anger boiled over. "You can't just show up as if nothing happened. I don't know what you want from me. I don't want to be with you, and I don't want anything to do with you!"

Joe sighed, "I know I let you down, but I'm not asking for a second chance. I'm here to give you something."

Ariel raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms, "What are you talking about?"

Joe took a deep breath and reached into his right pocket, pulling out a small velvet box, handing it to her.

Ariel eyed the box warily. "What's this?"

Joe's voice trembled as he spoke. "You’re birthday, I- I know it was last week and I’m late, but I wanted to give you this. I think of you every day and I wanna make you happy." He paused to nervously scratch at his beard, "You deserve pretty, sparkly things."

Ariel's heart ached as she hesitated. She knew she couldn't let her guard down, but there was something in Joe's dark eyes that made her hesitate. As she opened the box, her breath caught in her throat. Nestled inside was a pair of emerald earrings, the most beautiful gemstones she had ever seen.

"I wanted to give you something that's a reflection of how much I care about you. When I saw 'em, I knew they were made for you." Joe said, his voice thick with emotion. "It's not much, but I hope it shows you how much I regret my mistakes."

Ariel couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not believing him sooner. Joe had brought her to tears in the worst ways, but now he was trying to make it right. Slowly, she reached up and touched the cool metal of the earrings. "These are beautiful, Joe. Thank you."

Joe's face broke into a wide, toothy smile. "I hope they bring you some happiness, at least."

She felt a wave of emotions crash over her. She wanted to be angry, to tell him to fuck off, to walk away and never look back but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

"I don't know what to say," she whispered.

Joe hesitated, his eyes searching hers. "I just... I wanna fix things, you know? To try and make it right. I can't take it back, but I want you to know that I regret it deeply, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Joe reached out to take her hand, but she pulled away, her heart heavy with the mix of emotions she was feeling. She took a deep breath, trying to compartmentalize her feelings and shut the tiny velvet box, sitting it down on the table, "Why are you doing this, Joe? What do you want from me?"

Ariel felt her heart ache. She wanted to believe him, to trust him, but the fear of getting hurt again was too great. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, trying to decide if she could risk opening up to him again.

Finally, she spoke, her voice steady but filled with emotion, "Did you eat?" she asked, noticing him still clutching the takeout bag in his hand.

Joe smiled. "Not yet. Would you like to join me?"

To be continued...

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tanks of blood (2) - accessories are meant to be worn

pairing: biker!roman reigns x black reader (mentions), biker!cody rhodes x black reader (very small hints) warning: explicit descriptions of extreme violence. cursing. no smut, sorry ya'll. authors note: next chapter will be a bit chunkier but hope u enjoy this for now! word count: 2700 tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @theninthwonder @thesamoanqueen @kill-the-artiste @empressdede @spritelucozade @gg-trini

hospitals are filled with things. life and blood and metal and these one of a kind tumultuous screams of pain. for the body was designed to heal, to be —in whatever way it chose—whole once more, but there is something to be said about such a suffering as this one. the pain that comes with pain as the body makes its painstaking trek to stability. and getting nico jeffrey—he preferred to be called nico rather than his birth name nicolas— to stable condition was hell. that particular seven pm to seven thirty am shift deserving of its own circle in dante's inferno. and of course you'd found yourself just in the middle of it, letting the mess of the job roll onto and off your shoulder. this undulating wave that was as common place in a hospital as the august summer heat. and nico jeff—because he told you to drop the end bit of his last name too, very demanding for someone in so much pain—once stabilized and no longer screaming for his life, became unnervingly quiet. the pain meds seemingly taking his words. 

his eyes were alive though. flitting and observing. all that white hot pain forcibly driven into his body now a fierce anger in his gaze. and it scared the living shit out of you. forced a dread into your bones. because that silent sort of menace was familiar as air. 

and the slow to simmer anxiety, this soft cautious build up of weariness is more of a drowning than any other non-fatal state of affairs. the dread rife in your blood is a drowning. a slow submergence. this flooding of the lungs. your arms and legs set in a metaphorical bout of flailing that plead in its motions for mercy. and drowning, much crueler than falling, is unhurried. this steady decline that waits for your heart to give. this suffering of morale was silent, save for the bubbling water and that warped fight of your limbs as it attempts to break above the dense weight. but of course this going under is simply a fear of the unknown. of long dead things coming back to spite you with violence. with the pain of memory. dread, here in this sterile room, does not burn your throat but it weighs over your shoulders. tiring the muscle and bones till the heaviness quickens the frenzy in your nerves. dread is ugly and haunting and throbbing, makes the paranoia sing with loud mangled beltings.

it'd been days since nico's not so grand entry. the skin of his back singed to a rawness. his body curled fetal-like at the foot of the emergency ward's automatic entry doors. his screams blood curdling, this tumultuous echo that still stains your memory, till they waned infant like. these bouts of whimpers that made him look younger than he already was. 

twenty six. nico jeff was twenty six with severe third degree burns. the entirety of his back left raw and undone. 

you felt for him. really you did. but the void in his eyes, the cold distance of it, sunk a weight to the base of your belly. because their sure fated chaos was not something that could be so easily taken or missed, and beyond the avoidance nestling deep in your will you knew this was them. nico jeff's suffering was all the bloodlines doing, and the slightest bit of a talk would be all the confirmation you'd need. 

"how's he doing?" 

donna was as personable as she was sensible you'd found out. a trauma specialist that frequented your side of one of the hospitals many pavilions. her eyes soft and inviting. flitting over things as if to read them. taking in the smaller complexities and such. the things that would otherwise go unnoticed. it was the psychologist in her, to just be in the know, to have an arresting sort of presence that called to the surface every little prickling thing that seemed to nag at your nerves. but then again it could just be the guilt. this unshakeable dose of dread given by nico jeff. 

you stand next to her. the both of you looking over nico as he sleeps. 

"he's stable. quiet when he's awake. cries in his sleep. barely has an appetite". 

"is he saying anything when he's sleeping?"

"nothing i can make out"

and that silence sticking so closely to his pain is the very base of the knots twisting your belly. most, in the trouble of their own pain, would sing for the sake of discovering some relief. this very odd sort of bargaining. a submission of the self—the giving in of a heavy weight—for the taking on of something lighter. you'd seen it before. men torn by wounds and struck by bullets, their eyes overdone with tears and their lips trembling as their words styled themselves with pleads for mercy to no one in particular but to anyone who would hear them. and you'd gotten so used to that, to those loud overflowings of guilt, that nico's silence scares you whole. the brevity in his words possibly covering up something that would for sure give this limbo of dread true meaning. it would give your ill feelings a name. maybe even a body and a face. but yet the curiosities still remain. details of what proceeded such a violent affair. it seems that no one but you cares to know anything. 

"the cops are draggin they feet on doing up a report. i mean, he's been here like three days now". your curiosities falling over donna. the neutrality of her eyes a bit jarring. "that's not a little off to you?"

she turns. her head tilting with a regard you can't make out. 

"how long you been in pensacola?"

"a few months. a little over two".

"you moved here because of the job right?"

"i did"

the lie slipping off your tongue with a nasty pacing. the words thick in your throat and heavy in your mouth. tasting similar to bile. 

"and it's ok right? as good as any hospital job could be?" 

"yeah, no its- it's fine". 

"good". the soft brown of her stare piercing even in its gentleness. "the less time you spend asking questions, the better. you clock in, do your thing, you clock out. it ain't worth it being curious beyond that". 

and with her leave she takes some of the air with her. but donna doesn't know, along with the affects of such fair advice —and how could she?—that the sum total of your young adult life was looking the other way. enjoying the spoils of brutal little street wars. being quiet even with the mounting burden of questions. and God were the questions endless, rife with a heaviness and breathing to live all their own. 

it all made the silence that much more insufferable to bear. and maybe thats why the hospital was such a sanctuary. what with its blood and metal and tumultuous noise. a forced clashing against the thick quiet. something to busy the mind. but those hours just before the break in your shift bring back that force of stillness. the endless questions and the dread. 

and it's 6:37 in the morning now, nicolas jeffery awake and his coarse tired voice low and cold as it leaves him.

"it's better the cops don't give a fuck". but he never meets your eyes. forever staring out the window. "they'd make the shit worse anyways". 

awake all that time, listening. the thought of no justice more of a relief to him than not, and it shows well in his shoulders. the way his breathing steady's. or maybe it's the morphine. or both. but you can't tell. because he won't look at you. 

"you wear turtle necks a lot", he notes. and through you runs a shiver. "coverin' up them job stoppers huh?", a small smile through his lips. 

"it gets cold on this floor". 

his eyes flitting, from the window to you, but not really to meet you. working rather through you. making an estimation about the area where your turtle neck curls over to cover the column of skin where your pulse lives. as if expecting something to reveal itself. to prove that his curiosities are not in vain. 

your fingers itch to move. twitching as you rub the area. a scratch that relieves the odd spark left behind over the patch of flesh beneath the thin fabric. feeling the heat pool before it throbs. a sensation that only comes with the weight of eyes on the skin. instinct attuned to interest. nico's interest.

"m' gonna sleep", he mumbles. 

you nod. leaving him to drift as he stares out the window. 

memories are weird. stored at times in forgotten simpler places. often oddly undone. a selfish rearrangement to better suit pride. to better suit nostalgia. memories are preferred because they can be reshaped. overworked to hell till they're rewritten, remade. so when you tell cody "i prefer you brunette", it's not because you hate the blonde. it's just because time has flown both too slowly and too quickly. all those crazy nights of young adult mischief stored in brunette hair. in the stark contrast of it against the icy blue of his eyes. but he's older now, blonde and less boyish. face lines about his eyes and his jaw set tighter. as if always clenched. stressed and on edge. and maybe beneath such selfish preferences is that sinking feeling. something like regret. having missed the change. from brunette to blonde. 

his fingers skim the ways of his cropped hair. cheeks dusting pink. a small smile that barely shows his teeth. "you don't like it?"

"it's different". 

"sometimes different is good".

"yeah, sometimes". 

but there are somethings that don't change. these little complexities that preserve themselves. and cody still does that nagging thing with his eyes. a taking in like he's looking for something. for a fault, but not like an error no. more like discontentment. something to fix. to make right. and you know this only because his thumb is doing the fidgeting thing. a soft spreading over the knuckles that tames urgency. restlessness. the waiter had gotten your burger wrong twice—first time too undercooked and the second time too over—and his thumb wouldn't stop pressing into his palm. it drove you crazy. it didn't stop his looking though, searching for other things, and the icy blue way his urges fall over your body make the dread in your belly worse. because if he's looking for shit, he'll eventually find it. wring it out of you softly. put warmth and worry behind the natural cold of his looking and pry it out. 

"how's the job holding up?"

and his voice. a little deeper than the last time you heard it. and sure that was only months ago, but it's different here. lives against the buzz of fluorescent lights in a way thats not familiar. his words filling the air just a half step slower. like he was purposely controlling his tongue. 

or maybe it isn't new. maybe its just a sweet addition to the focus in his eyes. maybe thats a thought to plead the fifth to now and dig up for examination later. 

"regular hospital mess. nothing new". plucking a fry up off the plate to bite at. the heat in your cheeks rising. his lips going up with a small spread. his smile not as big as it used to be, but present enough still. you meet him again. unable to not return the simple gentle gesture. "what?"

"just...", making to say something and then pivoting. "i'm happy you're here". 

"yeah? wouldn't know that, considering i called, and then again and again, and then another time-"

"yes. i know. radio silent", a deep heavy sigh. and against his face rises a wall. being as remorseful as he can be, but that's as much as he'll give. thats what his body says when he leans back into the both. releasing whatever sort of intimacy there was, where he was oh so happy to see you. "i got busy". 

and it was a few months of a small plan. lighter communication than usual but you didn’t question it much. short text and brief calls. just a simple coordination to make the trip back into pensacola, back home, not so big and formal. especially since it not being seen or heard about was the idea. specifically not seen or heard about by roman-

"i think he's figuring it out. if he doesn't know yet". 

the ball living freely in your gut tightens. you didn't like the mess of this. "how do you mean?"

"he's always been a bit of a dick, just more than usual. icing me out of shit..." and cody keeps the vagueness there of course. "....i think he's havin' one of the guys tail me....". 

your eyes roll. "explains you being MIA". 

"...makin me babysit prospects and do shop upkeep for fucks sake. do i look like a damn bookkeeper?”

cody wasn't saying it. but you heard it clearly. and it made that space on your neck heat. the same patch of skin that nico jeff tried to uncover with just the cold hard distance of his eyes. a slight burning that spread through till it was creeping over and out onto your chest. but it didn't feel good. it sweltered the skin. vexed the nerves. 

"is this you blaming me?"

"m'not blaming you". his fingers spreading over his face. obviously frustrated. "he's just being petty. he's the king of that shit. makin unnecessary trouble". 

"m'not tryin to cause trouble for you". 

"anymore". 

all caution and ease to the air siphoned. and the pooling heat solders deeper. beneath nerves till its melting at the dense make of your bones. the offense of it written in your face. "what?"

but he's dying on his little hill about it. "you don't wanna cause trouble anymore". 

"are you kidding me?"

"all of us. everything we all had was everything and you left and unleveled shit". his jaw tightening. "and now you're back, and it's shakin shit up again". 

"is this a fight? you wanna do this now?" we're really gonna revise the history of this like what i did was so awful?"

"don't be dense", his tone stinging. venturing deep into an arena that is all too familiar. patronizing and corrosive. "you breathing is permission enough for him to upturn shit. enough for any of them, enough for...", catching words just before their end. but theres no pivoting away this time. "it's enough for me", but it does not quell the anger easing deeper. it just becomes a faithful addition to the list of things to leave for examination later. "so if you wanna be back home, you gotta be open and honest about it. about the way you affect things. affect people". 

he wants honesty? 

"you gotta give a little to get it cody, but that's fine, because i've been havin a pretty shit few days actually. stuck takin care of some kid whose burnt up all over his back and nobody's doing anything about it", your fingers curling in till the nails sink into your palms. scrutiny this heavy bleeding out of your eyes. "and now i can't help but to connect the dots on it all and its just leadin to a certain someone with a propensity for violent bullshit". because that never changed, beyond memory and whatever else. they still seemed to have a hard on for mess. "lets be real yeah? there was always trouble. i left, i'm back, it's still here". 

"ask your question". like a parent to a child. finally giving such coveted permission. "ask". 

"was it you?"

"no"

"was it the bloodline? was it him?"

he softens. but only slightly. "you wear accessories, you don't become one. that's what my father always said".

"real nice. you're such a well of wisdom". 

"it kept my mother out of crosshairs, did the same for yours". his eyes filling with scrutiny. harsh and irritated. "and the girl i knew way back when understood that. don't ask!", his frustration peaking. proving itself in his tone. a rain down of what feels like disappointment. "you went up north to wherever and got your head screwed up with all this moral high ground bullshit". 

"well i'm so very sorry for having a conscience cody". 

you weren't wrong. you preferred him brunette. 

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pairing: biker!roman reigns x black reader , biker!cody rhodes x black reader warning: there will be blood and violence. most likely drugs and definitely alcohol. these things will be explicitly described. explicit descriptions of sex, angst (i love angst) and eventual fluff(maybe...). some chapters will be flashbacks, others will be present time. minors please do not interact with chapters containing aforementioned explicit sexual content. authors note: ok lets try this again. second times a charm. every times a charm as long as i'm having fun! this is probably my oldest roman idea. going way back to before i even started writing for him. shout outs to @333creolelady for CONSTANTLY hearing me rant about this idea lol.

HISTORY

Bloodline Motorcycle Club was founded in the early 1970's and finds its home on the pensacola panhandle.

SOME WORDS

bloodlines are created lovingly. preserved violently. "let there be", and so they came. bursting into existence with a rage akin to the sun, and a daring persistence most similar to life itself. bloodlines are long, some short and others undying. connected through metal and chrome. through blood, bone and tissue. through the love that made them.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

circa '09 *

accessories are meant to be worn

a funeral, and the second coming back

i’ll be your mirror

supplemental tidbits / headcanons

part one

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⸻ It's almost Friday!

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Reunion

Roman Reigns x Rissa Tate (OC)

Warnings: 18+, Smut

You can read my other stories here: Master List

Just a little something I've been working on. This might be two, maybe three parts. We'll see!! I hope you enjoy.

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Joe's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the online news article on his phone. "Hey, y'all remember Rissa Tate?" He asked his cousins as they got dressed for the show, excitement and surprise in his voice.

Jon turned around, pulling his shirt over his head, "Who?"

"Rissa...Tate”, he repeated, “Come on man, you remember her from school. Tall, long dark hair and hazel eyes, kinda had an olive complexion."

Josh crossed his arms in contemplation, "She that girl that always looked dirty?"

A look of annoyance crossed Joe's face, "I don't remember her looking dirty. Her family was struggling but she was always super sweet."

Jon suddenly chimed in, finally remembering who his cousin was talking about, "Oh yeah! I remember her now. She was poor. I mean, poor, poor. She used to wear them same clothes every week."

"Her family lived in that raggedy ass trailer," Josh added with a laugh. "Man, I remember all the kids on the bus making fun of her."

"Shit man, we all gave that girl hell in school," Jon replied with honesty.

"Well, she's the founder of an extremely successful Aerospace Engineering Firm in Houston," Joe informed the brothers.. The twins both let out a surprised whistle in unison. "Look at her.” Joe says, turning his phone toward the twins. “Shit, she fine!” Jon said as he peered over Joe's shoulder at his phone screen. "Wow, she really did a glow up," Josh remarked, impressed by the transformation Rissa had undergone since their school days.

"The article says she's one of the youngest self-made billionaires in the country," Joe added, scrolling through the piece with admiration.

Jon chuckled, "And to think, we used to make fun of her for wearing the same clothes."

The cousins were in awe as they scrolled through Rissa Tate's impressive accomplishments and accolades. Joe couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for how they had treated her back in school.

"Hey, maybe we should reach out to her," Jon suggested. "Say congrats or something."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. It'd be cool to catch up after all these years," Josh agreed.

Joe nodded in approval. "I'll shoot her a message and see if she's down to meet up sometime."

As Joe pulled up her Instagram to send a message to Rissa, memories flooded back of their school days. He remembered the teasing, the snickers behind her back, and the hurtful comments they had all made. It weighed heavily on his conscience now, seeing how far she had come despite their cruelty.

Now, seeing her success laid out before him on his phone screen, Joe couldn't help but marvel at the transformation she had undergone. From the impoverished girl in hand-me-down clothes to a trailblazing entrepreneur, Rissa's journey was nothing short of extraordinary.

His fingers hesitated over her name before tapping out the message, "Rissa, I don't know if you remember me, but we went to school together. My cousins, Jon and Josh and I were just reading the article about your new company. I just wanted to reach out and express my congratulations on all of your achievements."

As Joe hit send, a wave of nervous anticipation washed over him. Would Rissa even respond to his message? He couldn't blame her if she chose to ignore it after how he and his cousins had treated her in the past. But to his surprise, a notification popped up on his screen almost immediately. It was a message from Rissa.

"Hi Joe, of course, I remember you guys! Thank you so much for reaching out. It means a lot to hear from you after all these years," the message read. “If you’re ever in Houston let me know.”

The following month, Joe found himself standing outside Rissa’s Engineering Firm in Houston. The towering glass building gleamed in the sunlight, a symbol of Rissa's incredible success. As Joe entered the sleek lobby of the engineering firm, he couldn't contain his awe at the sight before him. The space was filled with state-of-the-art technology and bustling with employees moving purposefully about their tasks.

“Mr. Anoa’i, Ms. Tate is expecting you.” A receptionist greeted him warmly and directed him to Rissa's office on the top floor.

Joe rode the elevator up, his heart pounding with nervousness. When the doors opened, he stepped out into a luxurious penthouse office that overlooked the city of Houston. Rissa was standing by the window, her back to him as she gazed out at the skyline. She wore a sleek black suit, tailored to perfection, exuding power and confidence

"Rissa?" Joe called out tentatively, unsure if she had heard him enter. She turned around with a warm smile that lit up her face. "Joe, it's so good to see you again!" Rissa exclaimed, crossing the room to greet him with a hug.

"This place is incredible," Joe said, taking in the breathtaking view from the office. "I'm so impressed by everything you've accomplished."

They settled into comfortable chairs, catching up on the years that had passed since their school days. Joe listened in amazement as Rissa recounted her journey from a struggling student to a successful entrepreneur. Her passion shone through as she spoke, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

"How did you even get into Aerospace? That seems... crazy," Joe asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

Rissa laughed, "I get that reaction a lot. It all started in my sophomore year of college. I was going through a really rough period and wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life. But then, one day, I saw a flyer for a summer internship at NASA and something just clicked."

Joe's eyes widened in surprise, "You interned at NASA?"

Rissa nodded, "It was such an incredible experience. I got to work on a team designing software for the Mars rover mission. After that summer, I knew this was what I wanted to do."

"That's amazing," Joe said with admiration. “You’re amazing.”

Rissa smiled gratefully at Joe's words, appreciating his genuine interest in her journey. As they continued to talk, Joe couldn't shake off the guilt that lingered in the back of his mind about how he and his cousins had treated Rissa in the past. He knew he needed to address it, to apologize for their past behavior and make amends.

"Rissa, I have to be honest with you," Joe began, a solemn expression on his face. "I've been thinking a lot about the past and I feel terrible about how you were treated back in school. We were so cruel, and I can't even imagine how much it must have hurt you."

She reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm. “I appreciate your honesty and your apology," she said gently. "It wasn't easy growing up in those circumstances. I guess I just got used to the teasing. I learned to become numb to the pain of it all.”

Rissa's words hit Joe hard. He could see the hurt in her eyes, even though she was trying to hide it with a smile. He felt a pang of guilt for all the times he and his cousins had made fun of her for being "different".

"I'm so sorry," Joe said sincerely, reaching out to take her hand in his. "I wish I could go back and change things."

Rissa squeezed his hand reassuringly, "I've moved on from that time in my life and I hold no grudges against anyone. I really don’t remember you ever being mean to me though. You always tried to deflect whatever was being said. Besides, we were kids then.”

"But that doesn't excuse the behavior," Joe insisted, feeling the weight of his past actions weighing heavily on him.

"You're right," Rissa agreed softly. "But you're here now, making amends. That's what matters."

Joe nodded, grateful for Rissa's forgiveness and understanding. As they talked, Joe couldn't help but notice how much Rissa had changed. She was no longer the shy and introverted girl he remembered from high school. She exuded confidence and passion in everything she talked about.

"You've become quite successful," Joe remarked with admiration as he looked around her office noticing all of her accolades that hung on the wall.

Rissa smiled proudly, "We both have, it seems. Mr. WWE.”

"What's next for you?" Joe asked curiously.

"Well, my company is currently working on developing new technology for deep space exploration," Rissa replied excitedly. "And I've also been offered a spot on the board of directors at NASA."

"Wow," Joe said, impressed. "That's- incredible. You're going to be such a valuable asset to NASA with your expertise."

Rissa blushed at the compliment, looking down briefly before meeting Joe's gaze again. "Thank you, Joe. It means a lot coming from you." She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."

Joe raised an eyebrow, curious about what Rissa had in mind. "Of course, anything."

"I've been considering starting a scholarship program for underprivileged students who are interested in pursuing STEM fields," Rissa explained. "I want to give them the opportunities I wish I had when I was younger. And I could use a famous face like yours.”

Joe's heart swelled at Rissa's generous idea. "Count me in to help however I can."

As they continued to discuss the scholarship program, an unexpected feeling blossomed in Joe's heart. He realized that his admiration for Rissa had shifted into something deeper and more profound. The way she spoke about helping others selflessly, her unwavering dedication to making a difference in the world - it all stirred something within him that he couldn't quite explain. It was as if a veil had been lifted, and he saw Rissa in a new light. Her intelligence, kindness, and resilience shone through in every word she spoke. And as he sat there, listening to her plans for the scholarship program, he realized he had quickly developed feelings for Rissa - feelings that went beyond friendship.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, leaving him momentarily stunned. Could it be possible that after all these years, he was developing romantic feelings for the girl he once teased in high school? The thought terrified him.

“Could I take you to dinner sometime?” Joe blurted out as Rissa walked him to the door of her office.

Rissa's eyes widened in surprise at Joe's question, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She seemed taken aback but intrigued by the sudden shift in their dynamic. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded slowly, her expression warm and genuine.

"I would like that," she replied, her voice soft yet filled with a quiet excitement. "Dinner sounds nice."

A wave of relief washed over Joe as he saw the genuine interest in Rissa's eyes. The prospect of spending more time with her outside of their unexpected reunion filled him with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

“I dont really know any restaurants around here though.”

“ Leave it to me. I’ll text you an address tomorrow.” Rissa tells him, a smile playing on her lips as she watches him walk away. Once Joe was out of sight, she closed the door to her office and leaned against it, a flurry of emotions swirling inside her. She couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in her stomach at the prospect of dinner with Joe. It had been close to twenty years since they'd last seen each other, and the unexpected turn of events had caught her off guard.

Rissa shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she turned back to her desk. The dim light from the lamp on her desk cast a soft glow around the room, illuminating the scattered papers and blueprints that covered the surface. As she started to gather her things for the day, her mind kept drifting back to Joe and the way he had looked at her. There was something in his gaze, something that made her heart race just a little faster. With a sigh, Rissa pushed aside her thoughts of Joe and focused on getting ready to leave for the day.

The next evening Joe arrived at the address that she had text him earlier in the day, her instructions were to “Dress casual and bring your appetite.”

He checked the address again as the Uber driver pulled into a gate community and then into the driveway of a lavish home. A sense of nervous anticipation settled in Joe's stomach as he approached the front door of the elegant house. He hesitated for a moment, marveling at the grandeur of the place before ringing the doorbell. The door swung open, and there stood Rissa, a vision of grace and beauty. Her smile was warm and welcoming as she greeted him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Joe, I'm so glad you came," Rissa said, stepping aside to let him in. The interior of the house was just as impressive as the exterior, with tasteful décor and soft lighting creating a cozy atmosphere.

"I'm glad I came too," Joe replied with a smile, feeling a rush of warmth at being in Rissa's presence. She led him into the dining room where a table was set for two, complete with flickering candles and a bouquet of fresh flowers.

“I didn’t know I was coming to your home for dinner.” He remarked as he sat down at the dining room table.

Rissa chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in her eyes as she took a seat across from him. "Surprise," she said with a playful grin. "I thought a home-cooked meal would be a nice change of pace from the usual restaurant scene."

Joe couldn't help but admire the effort she had put into the evening. The aroma of roasted vegetables and herbs filled the air, making his stomach growl in anticipation. Rissa poured them each a glass of wine, the rich red liquid swirling in the glasses as she raised hers in a toast, "To new beginnings," she said, her voice warm and sincere.

Joe clinked his glass against hers, a smile tugging at his lips. "To new beginnings."

As they enjoyed the delicious meal Rissa had prepared, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked about their lives since high school, sharing stories and memories that made them laugh and reminisce. Rissa suggested they move to the cozy living room where a crackling fire awaited them. They settled into the plush couch, the warmth from the fire casting a soft glow over them. Rissa sat close to him, their arms brushing against each other as they talked well into the night.

"I never would've imagined we'd end up here," Joe mused, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "But I'm glad we did."

Rissa's hand found his, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Me too," she whispered, her eyes searching his. In that moment, she knew that this night was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

Rissa leaned her head against Joe's shoulder, her soft breath tickling his neck. He turned to look at her, the flickering light from the fire casting a mesmerizing glow on her features. Without a word, he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

“I had the biggest crush on you in school," Rissa confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Joe's heart pounded in his chest as he gazed into her deep, soulful eyes. Without hesitation, he leaned in, closing the distance between them as he captured her lips in a tender kiss. As they pulled away, both breathless and unsure of what would happen next, Rissa couldn't help but smile against Joe's lips, “That was everything I ever thought it would be.”

“I’m sorry for everything Rissa. Please let me make it up to you.”

Rissa's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked at Joe, her heart a whirlwind of emotions. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the regret etched on his face. A part of her wanted to push him away, to hold onto the hurt and anger that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. But another part of her, a softer, more vulnerable part, yearned to forgive and move forward. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in and kissed him once more.

He eagerly pulled her onto his lap, deepening the kiss as the weight of years of missed opportunities and unspoken feelings melted away in that moment. Rissa's hands found their way to Joe's hair, tangling in the soft strands as she poured all her pent-up emotions into the kiss. Joe responded with equal fervor, his arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace. The crackling fire and the warmth of each other's bodies created a cocoon of intimacy that neither wanted to break.

"Stay with me tonight," Rissa whispered, her voice filled with raw emotion. Joe nodded, burying his face in her neck, kissing his way down her collarbone. Rissa’s heart pounded against her chest as his hands slipped beneath her shirt and found their way underneath her bra. Her head fell back as his expert fingers twisted and pinched her nipples.

Joe gently coaxed her out of her shirt and bra, Rissa felt exposed and vulnerable, but also incredibly alive in his hands. He stood them up, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist and carried her towards the bedroom, the fire crackling in the background, casting shadows on the walls. With tender care, he lowered Rissa onto the soft sheets, her body trembling slightly with anticipation.

Joe stood by the bed as he began to undress, revealing the toned muscles and lean body. He watched as Rissa's eyes roamed over his body, lust and longing evident in their depths. With a gentleness that seemed to emanate from every pore, he removed his clothes, revealing his naked body to her. Rissa's breath hitched as she took in the sight of him - his strong arms, his broad chest, and the tiny trail of dark hair that led down to his erection. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers, and lay down beside her.

Rissa reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his body, her touch feather-light as if she were afraid to disturb the moment. Her hunger for him was palpable.

"You’re beautiful," Rissa whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Joe smirked, his gaze locking with hers as he leaned down to capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss. The heat of their bodies mingled as they explored each other's mouths, their tongues dancing together in a passionate rhythm.

Their hands explored each other's bodies, the heat of their passion building with each touch. Joe gently caressed Rissa's full breasts, his fingers grazing her nipples, making them harden under his touch. Rissa's hands reached down, wrapping around Joe's erection, feeling its hardness pulsating in her hand. Joe groaned, his breath ragged as he pulled away from her lips, his eyes locked on her. Slowly, he moved down her body, kissing and nibbling at her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. Rissa moaned, her hips bucking against his as his tongue caressed her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. His mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Rissa's heart pounded with anticipation as she felt him spread her legs wide, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. There was a sense of surrender as she allowed him to explore her most intimate parts.

Joe's skilled hands moved with confidence over Rissa's body, tracing the curves and dips of her skin as he spread her wet folds apart with gentle pressure from his thumbs. He lowered his head, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on her skin, as he tasted her with slow, deliberate strokes of his cool tongue. A surge of pleasure shot through Rissa's body, making her gasp and arch her back in ecstasy. Her hips moved in sync with Joe's movements, urging him deeper into her now-pulsing core. His tongue explored every inch of her, flicking and lapping at her most sensitive areas with a skill that left her crying out his name. Every nerve in Rissa's body was alight with fiery desire, a sensation she had never experienced before in such intensity.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock already glistening with arousal. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Joe slowly pushed inside her, feeling her walls eagerly envelop him as he sank deeper and deeper into her. The sensation was beyond words - an all-consuming intensity that threatened to overwhelm both of them in its fervor. Rissa's body quivered beneath him as their bodies joined together in a primal dance of pleasure and desire.

Joe moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of Rissa's body surrounding him, her muscles clenching and releasing with each thrust. Rissa wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper. He buried his face in her neck, whispering sweet words as he moved in and out of her body, they moved with a rhythm that was both languid and urgent, the soft sheets beneath them rustling with their every movement. Rissa's moans filled the room, her body arching up to meet each thrust.

"Mmm, yes," she moaned, arching her back to meet his every thrust. The rhythm grew faster, more intense as Joe's fingers found their way to Rissa's clit, stroking it gently. Her breath hitched as her climax built within her, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over her like a storm. Rissa cried out his name, her body shaking as the orgasm took hold.

Joe pulled back slightly, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he pushed her thighs in the air, his mouth devouring her clit, the intensity of the pleasure causing her to let out a shrill cry. He suckled her, drawing out every last drop of her orgasm as she trembled beneath him.

"I ain’t done with you yet," Joe growled, his eyes dark and intense as he flipped her onto her stomach. Rissa gasped as he entered her from behind, the change in position sending a new wave of pleasure through her body. Joe thrust into her forcefully, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her again and again.

Rissa's body was on fire, her mind lost in the sensations that coursed through her. She moaned and cried out his name, her fingers digging into the sheets as her body arched back to meet each brutal thrust. Joe's grip on her tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to fuck her with an intensity that left her breathless.

"Oh, Joe," Rissa gasped, her voice hoarse and strained, her body quivering beneath him. "I'm coming again."

His fingers dug into her hips, riding her through her orgasm. He thrust harder and faster, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room.

He pulled out, stroking his cock with one hand as he flipped her onto her back and lined up with her entrance again. "Rissa," he whispered, his voice hoarse and strained. "Watch me."

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire as he thrust into her once more. She grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him closer, their gazes locked as he fucked her. Her eyes were wide and filled with longing, her face contorted with pleasure. Joe leaned forward, his hands bracing himself above her as he thrust into her relentlessly. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her breasts, mingling with the wetness of her skin as they moved as one, their bodies lost in the rhythm of their desire. “Fuck.” He growled, his voice cracking with the sheer intensity of his pleasure. "I'm gonna come, baby. I'm gon’ fill this pretty pussy up."

Rissa moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel the warmth of his cum seeping into her. Her pussy clenched around him, urging him on. Sweat glistened on their skin, just as the sheets beneath them began to crumple and rustle with their intense movements. They were completely lost in this moment, their breaths ragged and punctuated by the occasional shouts of pleasure.

He thrust into her one final time, his thick cock hitting her G-spot with just the right angle. Rissa cried out, her body shuddering as a powerful orgasm wracked her entire being. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him as he rolled his hips, fucking her through another climax.

"Fuck! I'm cummin’, baby," Joe groaned, his voice low and desperate. He thrust into her one final time, his cock swelling as he filled her completely. His release was explosive, his orgasm shooting into her pussy with a powerful force. He groaned, his body trembling as the intensity of his climax took hold of him. Rissa lay beneath him, her body still quivering from the intensity of the orgasms they had shared.

She smiled up at him, a satisfied grin on her lips. "That was incredible," she whispered, her voice soft and breathy; coming in ragged gasps as she lay there, still impaled on his cock. Her body was trembling, the aftershocks of her orgasm still coursing through her veins. She reached up and stroked his hair, her fingers tangled in the damp wavy strands.

Joe collapsed onto her, his body still shuddering from the aftermath of his orgasm. He kissed her deeply, his breath ragged and hoarse. "You’re amazing," he murmured against her lips. "There’s more where that came from. Promise you that." Slowly, he withdrew from her, pulling out of her wet, spent pussy and rolled onto his side, his arm wrapped around her waist. Rissa snuggled into his chest, her breaths slowing down as she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Rissa reached out for Joe, feeling nothing but cold sheets. She sat up, blinking the last remnants of sleep from her eyes. She could still feel the lingering soreness between her legs, a testament to the incredible night they had shared. Joe was nowhere to be found, which didn’t surprise her for some reason. She sighed and sat up on the side of the bed.

“Mornin’” a deep voice greeted her from the doorway. Rissa turned, surprised to see Joe leaning against the door with a steamy cup of coffee in his hand. He sauntered toward the bed and leaned down to kiss her forehead as he passed off the cup to her.

"Hope you’re hungry."

"I am," Rissa replied, her stomach growling in agreement.

He turned to walk away, shouting over his shoulder, “Good, meet me in the kitchen in a few minutes."

Rissa put on an oversized t-shirt and made her way to the kitchen. The smell of bacon and pancakes greeted her as she entered the room. Joe was at the stove, wearing nothing but his boxers and a sly smile, flipping bacon in the pan.. He turned to face her, a smile spreading across his face.

"Morning- again" she greeted him, taking a sip of her coffee.

Joe's eyes roamed over her body, licking his lips and taking in the sight of her in the oversized t-shirt. He smirked and said, "Mmm, you look good enough to eat."

Rissa felt a heat rise in her cheeks, but she tried to play it cool. "So do you."

He winked and said, "Well, come here and have a taste then."

Rissa laughed and sauntered over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing him deeply. He pulled her closer, his hands sliding down her back and clutching her ass. She moaned into his mouth, “Feed me first, then you can fuck me.”

“Such a tease.” he pouted, slapping her ass as she grabbed the plate of pancakes and headed toward the kitchen table.

As they sat across from each other, Rissa couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Last night had been incredible, and she knew their connection was new but somehow felt like it ran deep. She also knew that things between them would be complicated. Joe was a notorious playboy, according to the gossip sites and Rissa had never been one for short-term flings. 

The heat between them was raw, intense, and incredibly addictive.

As they ate breakfast, their conversation flowed easily, peppered with laughs and stolen glances. Rissa watched as Joe's eyes followed the curve of her neck as she spoke and she felt a warmth spread through her. 

Yes, she thought, the connection was undeniable. But so was the looming possibility that this could all fall apart.

To be continued...

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